#mostly the low approval ones lol

[idolsgf]

I keep thinking of more Mori’na as companion lines, she’d be such a menace

[nachobsns]

Hello - I was impressed and extremely relieved by what you wrote in the post about the cult mentality of the Left RE Israel and accusations of genocide. You mentioned that you bought into the mindset until recently. If it's all right for me to ask, what was it that helped you break out of it? (Please feel free to delete/ignore if you'd rather not answer!)

thank you!! and no worries about asking— i think i put something in my pinned post about how people are welcome to send asks about this stuff, although my story isn’t super interesting. i fell down the typical online rabbithole, a couple weeks after october 7; i knew what had happened, at least vaguely, but the posts trickling onto my dash were all about the (undeniably tragic) loss of life in gaza, with little to no acknowledgment of the hamas atrocities that had started the war, so my narrative was pretty one-sided from the beginning. it just continued to snowball as the months went on and people became more radicalized, calling into question the reality of the 10/7 attacks and the humanity of all israelis. i never went all the way down the pipeline to full-on endorsing hamas or justifying their attacks, at least on a personal level, thank god, but i would reblog other people’s posts referring to hamas as a “resistance movement” and calls to boycott starbucks and mcdonald’s and condemnation of the “zionist media” etc etc etc. what pulled me out of it wasn’t any one thing— if someone had directly called me on my flawed logic and antisemitic biases while i was in this mindset, i doubt it would have done much, just reinforced my belief that i was on the “right side of history” and zionists were aggressors who couldn’t be reasoned with. it was mostly just passive observance and a slow exposure to other perspectives. i’m pretty sure the first post that led me to question my thinking was an ask on jewish-vents, which popped up on my dash in like, late july. this led me down another rabbithole, first scouring every single post on jewish-vents, then moving on to more popular jewish blogs that i had seen on “zionist blocklists” (applesauce42069, xclowniex, and spacelazarwolf were probably some of the blogs that influenced me the most, though i told myself i was just hate-scrolling at first, lol). i felt incredibly guilty seeing all the harm the movement i was a part of had caused to random jews and israelis just trying to live their lives and i realized how it went against everything i believed about how minority groups should be treated. from there, the aspect of actually undoing my thinking and changing my behavior for the better still took several weeks. denial of jewish indigenity to the levant in the face of tantamount archeological and cultural evidence was the first to go, as well as any ambiguity in my feelings about hamas. after that, it’s mostly been a slow process of redefining the idf’s actions from a “genocide” to a “war.” i still believe that what’s happening in gaza is unconscionable and horrific, and that too many innocent civilians have died, but i also understand how difficult it is to fight against a terrorist group that systematically embeds itself in civilian populations, and that the ratio of militant to civilian deaths is incredibly low compared to most urban warfare. i quietly deleted my old blog in early august— if i had directly engaged in harassment against jews, i likely would have kept it to make amends to the harmed parties and put a face to my actions, but as was, i had just contributed to the larger atmosphere of antisemitism on this site, and i felt uncomfortable knowing that i had a blog full of sentiments that no longer matched my values and beliefs. i decided i would be better if i took my endorsement out of the equation entirely, because when you’re looking through the notes of a post, it obviously doesn’t matter if someone who’s reblogged it no longer agrees with what was said— their notes still count as tacit approval, and i did not want approval of this “activism” attached to my online presence. i still have unwanted kneejerk reactions that crop up sometimes, particularly around the fundraiser posts from people “in gaza”; even though i know logically that they have all the markers of scams, there is still a part of me that really wants to believe i could help.

[babyjakes]

a diamond's gotta shine.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | toys

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!lloyd, little!reader.) super soft!daddy!lloyd, just how we like him! butt plug (and me not knowing shit about luxury brands lol.) reader has an oral fixation; sucking and licking. anal prep/fingering/stretching. clit rubbing <3. mostly praise and encouragement. an orgasm as reward, yay!! implied aftercare. err hints at exhibitionism later? idk just to be safe.

word count | 1,425

an | this wasn't really the plan for this prompt originally, but i woke up today and decided i wanted a fic of lloyd gifting reader a luxury butt plug so we're just rolling with it lol. this one's dedicated to my sweet sweet angel sabby @hansensgirl hope you're well bby, and happy holidays to you!! <33

"C'mon, princess. Up on my desk."

Lloyd was gently nudging you toward the large surface, which he had suspiciously cleared off from its usual state of mild disarray. You lifted a curious brow at the broad man, earning a pearly grin as he gently stepped in to sweep you up in his arms. Lifting you effortlessly onto the desktop, he set you down with care, as if you were the most delicate and precious thing in the world. He trailed a playful hand up your thigh, fingertips teasing at your skin through the silky fabric of your nylons. "Daddy," you hummed eagerly, letting out a soft squeak as he gently pinched at your tender flesh.

"Panties off, baby. Lay back for me," Lloyd instructed steadily. And he sure as hell didn't have to ask twice.

As you moved quickly to remove and discard your hose and panties, you couldn't help but try to sneak a peek at what your daddy was up to as he made his way to the other side of the desk, opening up a drawer and pulling something out discreetly. He then strode over to one of the couches in the middle of his office, grabbing a few throw pillows before returning to you. "Here you go, angel. Let's get you nice and comfy," he murmured, propping you up with the pillows supporting your back.

"Daddy," you whined again, a hint of neediness now present in your voice. Lloyd smiled as he brought up the gift to finally show you; the contents of his hands made you gasp. A beautiful plug, shiny gold, with a stunning ring of crystals embedded along the base. "Oh Daddy," you breathed, unable to take your eyes off the glittering piece.

"Genuine Winstons," Lloyd told you proudly, taking a small bottle of lube from his pocket and placing it on the desk beside you. "Only the best for my princess, of course."

"So pretty, Daddy," you remained in awe, earning a loving chuckle from the man as he watched you be entranced by the gift.

"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and open up for Daddy, need you to get this nice and wet for me while I'm prepping you." He teased the tip of the plug against your glossy lips, guiding one of your hands up to hold the base. You sucked and licked happily at the metal's impressive curve as Lloyd got to work between your legs.

He parted your feet, bending your knees up to lie at either side of you as your dress slipped up easily in cooperation with his efforts. Pausing, he took a moment to revel in the sight of you. His gaze fell to your perfect folds as they sat before him on display. With a low hum of approval, he brought a gentle hand up to smear your wetness around teasingly. "Look at you, already getting wet for Daddy. That's my good girl," he smiled as he brought a finger down to begin gently prodding at your tighter little hole.

Still working the toy you'd been given between your pouty lips, you let out a whimper at your daddy's tentative nudges. You gasped softly at the feeling of a cold glob of lube being dripped onto you. Heat rose up through your cheeks in slight humiliation as the slippery mess was worked thoroughly over your puckered rosebud. "Okay baby," Lloyd hummed encouragingly, "time to open up this pretty little hole. Are you gonna be good for Daddy and take it?" You offered the sweetest nod you could manage, earning a beaming grin from the mustached man. "Of course you are. My sweet little girl," he crooned lovingly, giving no further warning before starting to push his first digit past your difficult outer ring.

You squirmed gently, big pleading eyes looking up at Lloyd as you let out a weak whine. "Hmmph... Daddy..." your voice wobbled.

The tall man brought his unused arm up to stroke back your hair in a calming manner. Furrowing his brow in gentle concern, he did his best to soothe you. "Shhh, my love," he cooed as his large finger worked up to the first knuckle, then the second, gradually stretching out your sensitive walls. "That's it, see? Nice and gentle. Look so pretty like this, taking Daddy's fingers up your sweet little bottom. My pretty girl," he kissed your forehead, holding you steady as he began introducing a second finger.

It was a slow, steady process; Lloyd knew that it had to be. He rarely played with you like this, mostly due to how much you struggled to take anything up your poor little ass. But he hoped that getting you a toy like this might help you adjust to the unfamiliar sensations; you had discussed prior that you'd like to do some proper anal training and play. Needless to say, you both felt this was the perfect first step in that endeavor.

Once you were comfortably and confidently taking two fingers, Lloyd finally felt ready to transition you over to your shiny new toy. "That's it, sweetheart. Fuck, so perfect for me," he was chuckling as your hips bucked up to meet his hand, his digits driving steadily into you. Much of the initial discomfort was gone, replaced with the most deliciously sinful burn blooming in the base of your tummy. Your eyes were shining with pride as you looked up hopefully at your daddy. Kissing your forehead again, Lloyd nodded as he slowed his fingers to a stop, retrieving the now-soaking plug from your drooling lips.

"Okay princess. Here we go-" You hummed eagerly as the tip of the gold bulb was rubbed up against your slippery opening. Lloyd surprised you a bit by bringing his free hand up to gently dip into your leaking pussy; much to your daddy's delight, you had made quite the mess during his generous preparation period. He dragged his fingertips up further, liberally smearing your glistening arousal over your clit to coax the tiny pearl out from under its protective hood with his expert touch. Your knees were trembling as he began working the nub in steady circles, while finally beginning to ease the large plug up into your awaiting walls.

"O-oh my- Daddy," you mewled as the warm, slick piece of metal stretched you out across its broad curvature. At its widest circumference, the object's insertion was bordering on painful. Lloyd's eyes never left you as he did his best to rub your clit faster, hoping the added stimulation would help ease the burn.

"Almost there baby, almost there," he promised, letting out a breath of relief in tandem with your own as you finally made it past the peak, the rest of the toy slipping perfectly into its place with little effort. As the glittering base nestled itself between your smooth cheeks, Lloyd looked on in pleasure and pride. "There," he hummed lowly, gently giving the center a few taps, earning the sweetest little whimpers from you. "What do you think, angel? Has someone earned an orgasm?"

His pace was quickening over your clit before you could even process his words. Hands flying down to grip the edges of the desk below you, you nodded desperately. "Y-yes Daddy, please Daddy!"

Your daddy smiled as he continued his steady rubbing, finding your sweet spot with ease. It wasn't long before you were reaching up to cling to his sturdy arm, your breaths stuttering as you chased your release. "That's it, baby. Go ahead and come for me. Been such a brave girl for Daddy," the man allowed, nodding as your high ripped through you.

"Daddy, o-oh Daddy! Aahhh-" you cried, the plug lurching within you as your poor little cunt clenched down on nothing. You were carried lovingly through your high, Lloyd's fingers only slowing as your spasms and contractions finally began to cease.

"That's my girl," he murmured gently, reaching up to brush your hair back out of your face as he gave your pussy and puffy button a few playful pats. "Now what d'you say we get you cleaned up, huh princess?" You were too weak to respond, only managing a lazy nod as you slumped against the pillows behind you, struggling to catch your breath.

He moved from your side momentarily to grab a cloth from one of the desk drawers. "Oh, but sweetheart- the toy stays in," he informed you with a wink. "We're having guests over later; Daddy wants his pretty girl to shine."

[historygirlie]

Yeah what happened to Hermes 🥲 Should we be worried???

Yes actually you should be really worried. Soooo ima go on a yapping session for everyone who is interested

Basically in my version of Hermes he is the funny guy, the silly one with a heartbreaker reputation just like everyone else’s. The thing is that let’s be honest no one can be that carefree all the time. In my way of perception I have this AU where young gods must prove themselves at a certain area to become fully a god. Hermes was left all alone since after his birth and the cattle incident, he was lucky Apollo didn’t send him to Tartarus. So while he is half deity and have not ascended yet, many monsters could track on his smell and attack him. Apollo and Artemis had similar experiences too but the fact that they were in Delos rather than in the wild was a giant benefit. Hermes on the other side wasn’t that lucky. He suffered a lot and the only trait that made him win his status was that he helped deliver a little wounded baby bird from one nest to another while his own wing was broken already. Apollo who had been watching him for awhile to see if he would be worth a god or not was hit hard by that action and chose to forgive Hermes. He took upon himself to raise him after he did ascend that day. Hermes still has a sore spot about the suffering he went through due to Apollo, but he loves his half brother a lot even if he doesn’t show it. In the picture above he is having that pain from his blinded eye.

Due to passing all that he did Hermes became a really protective god really. And here we come at the story of Dionysus:

Dionysus as a baby was refused and not liked by the other main gods (Hera and Zeus mostly). Literally Zeus was onto dumping the kid already. Hermes was totally against that idea and after Apollo suggested the idea to the god of speed, he volunteered to raise the kid. The other gods had nothing against it except Hera who was furious. After a few years of Hermes raising Dionysus up she cursed the young half deity with madness which blinded his judgement and sent him to earth with mortals. Hermes was beyond raged when he found out about the whole thing. He refused to send messages anymore and Iris to sympathise with her friend did so too. Olympians and the mortal world could no longer communicate at all. And Dionysus was still insane. That grunge continued for months in the end and finally Hera decided to take off the curse from Dionysus and focused on the other affairs Zeus was having. After all the child had no fault for being born even the way he was born. Hermes went then on a quest to find his little brother. Unfortunately due to the altering of place of living from god to mortal and back Dionysus had grown up way to fast losing a lot of his childhood and teenage years. Yet this whole ordeal had given him the approval of becoming a god. His memory was hazy but he did luckily remember Hermes and had him as a model. I should someday draw their reunion low-key cuz Hermes was bawling happy tears.

In the end the god of trickery, messages and speed has a lot more under his sleeve then we think. Whose story do you want to know next? (Low-key all these ideas randomly pop on my mind during maths class lol)

[trashpandawithangerissues]

ASK FROM THE AMAZING @preppiesenjoyer

JOHNNY AND DERBY HEADCANONS

Ok so, 100% these two would only ever get together AFTER the main plot. No way in hell do I see it before

These two don’t exactly fit the enemies to lovers niche exactly it’s more like..enemies to rivals to I guess I’ll put up with you to your my annoying friend I low-key kinda hate to nvm your kinda cool to I would actually kill someone for you

People who didn’t know them before, would probably think their pulling the greatest prank ever on Bullworth but no they actually are serious

After they got together I feel like even though their leaders were literally DATING, the preps and the greasers still low-key hated eachother- as long as Johnny and Derby weren’t around

They came around though eventually

The two of them are both kinda uncover still and not at same time, mostly because I believe Derby’s family is EXTREMELY CONSERVATIVE and would not approve of them at all- especially since Johnny was lower class

Johnny is such a sucker. Whatever you’re thinking, it’s worse so so much worse. I’m talking Johnny will STOP EVERYTHING if he hears Derby wants to hang out. He could be working on a car and Derby could call out to him and he’d drop everything and go hang out with him for the whole day

Also Johnny is a hopeless romantic. That’s all I have to say. I’m talking all the cheesy moves like the pretend yawn at the movies and putting your arm around your date

Derby won’t admit it but he absolutely loves this

Miss Danvers, who HATES Johnny because he kept making out with Lola in the hallways, thought maybe she’d finally stop having to call him up for detention. The answer is no, absolutely not

They’re in the office all the time for either: being that one couple in the hallway, fighting someone, being a dick to someone, skipping or setting fire to something anything like that.

I have more but I can’t think of how to word them lol, now for @preppiesenjoyer’s actual askkk

HOW DID THEY GET TOGETHER

Ok first off, when they realise how absolutely head over heels they are, they are an absolute MESS like I’m talking stuttering when they talk to eachother kinda mess

Johnny I feel probably made moves first, because in my eyes he has more romantic experience than Derby

I feel like it would take SO LONG for them to admit they like eachother, for a whole mixture of reasons; not wanting to ruin a friendship, internalised homophobia all that drama

They’d probably have an argument, asking eachother what’s wrong with the other one, what changed. They’d admit how scared they were of losing someone else they care about, then how they feel

Johnny would kiss Derby first, but Derby would kiss right back.

After, they’d be behind closed doors for AGES, then eventually deciding “hey we probably shouldn’t keep this hidden forever”

Some people weren’t too surprised (Edgar lol)

Also Lola and Johnny, at first they had a rocky break up (good thing Johnny had Derby and Lola had Pinky 😏 hehe) but eventually they’d make up and remain friends

UHHHH *runs away*

[pvnks0ul]

when i kissed the teacher (18+)

◈ professor!riri w. x fem!reader

sypnosis: When the course of her marriage has run awry, Riri finds herself entertaining your little crush on her.

⚠︎: deluded & kinda obsessed!reader, college student!reader, age gap, cheating, a lil dramatic coz it's in readers pov mostly, older (think late 20s-early 30s) + married!riri, car ess ee ecks, strap on (reader receiving) + oral (RW receiving), no resolve (sry lol), lil plot 4 🌽, sub!reader/Dom!riri, smut under the cut + ! amateur writing ! (Your only warning)

"Mhmm..fuck–!" Riri mewls as her hand shoves your head deeper into her cunt, your tongue pacing the most intimate part of her before licking a stripe up to her clit, kneading it just how she taught you, "Y-yeah, just like that."

Riri knew no argument would justify her continuous crimes of adultery but with you being just around the corner conveniently after each one made it easy to cough up excuses. She was very aware of the crush you had on her, so she always made sure to smile in your very general direction, calling on you first if your hand was raised because she liked the way you'd bashfully take on th challenge, even if you weren't completely sure of it.

It's not like you were a saint either. Infact, some would say you were even worse. Especially after you were caught spitefully facing the wedding picture of her and Raven, the wife, down in the early mornings if you arrived to class before her. She tried to talk to you about how disrespectful it was, but you didnt seem to care as she didnt even notice till you said something about her ring.

That landed you your first referal from her, alone. You liked riri, but were still highly upset! You just wanted her to focus in class with no distractions. You weren't actually trying to be disrespectful. Riri senses this from across the room. She watches you solemnly after you'd rolled your eyes at her. And that was just unacceptable, she had to make sure you knew that which is why she makes sure the door is locked, checking the empty hallways and unpinning the little piece of fabric that covers the window in the door before pulling out a chair next to your desk.

You'd been acting out of character alot lately and she just wanted to check in. She cared a little too much & got a little too close. The supportive hand on your knee, turned into you laying your head on her shoulder, and ended with her blouse sleeves rolled up to her elbows as she worked her way knuckle deep between your sticky thighs, lowly whispering praises as you spread yourself to accept more of her from under the desk.

When it's over, your looking at her with nothing but pure unfiltered adoration and it's bad for Riri. It's terrible for her because she doesn't feel like she just did the worst thing possible by betraying her wife instead, she was thinking about when the next time she'd be able to have you again.

Mewling around her mound, you find yourself desperate for her approval. Your brown orbs glancing up for her usual nod of approval only to find her head is thrown back against the seat of her car. Thats how you know she really needed this and you cant blame her. Spending all day in a stuffy classroom only to come home to a nagging incompetent wife just couldnt be a desirable life for anyone, you tear up sometimes just thinking about how hard it must be for Riri.

"C'mon baby." she grunts, her eyes finally gracing you, her lids were low but still, it was enough to motivate you. You groan into her at the petname, circling her clit before sucking it into your mouth and she ruts against you desperately. Your only purpose was to make her bust in your mouth again.

It takes just a few more seconds of you lapping over her pussy to have her quivering thighs clenching around your head. And you love it, the lack of air encouraging you to continue, if anything. Riri grinds her hips against your face, a hint of a whine slips past her lips as she rides her high out on you. You keep going, trying to lick her dry, suckling right from her creamy hole, Riri sucks her bottom lip under her teeth at the sight and she wants you to keep going but once she reaches the end of it she's pulling your head away by your ponytail, not wanting to overstimulate herself. You whine at this, but settle for laying your head on her quaky leg until she comes down.

"C'mere." Riri demands in a hush tone. You use her sticky thighs as support to lift yourself up, sliding right into her lap, your thighs being separated by her bare one and she grips your chin, forcing you impossibly closer into her bubble. Her dark brown almost black orbs hypnotic and locking you in their lustfilled haze as they dropped to your wet lips before back up to your blown out eyes.

You're so beautiful and she cant tell you that because she knows how you get. It was an aggravating cycle. She'll give you a compliment and then you'll bombard her with a good 50 or so questions concerning reasons why she won't choose you than.

And every single time it always ends up with you sulking back into the passenger seat, not wanting to finish anything you started as fat tears cascaded down your cheeks, asking her to drop you off or notably ditching her class the next day.

So she admires you in secret while her thumb swipes away at the slick of your full bottom lip. She brings it to her own mouth, sucking her juices off her finger in one swift motion. You gape at the vulgar display infront of you.

She brings her face closer and a gasp slips past your lips, now brushing lightly against the other, "You're gonna get in trouble.." You speak, referring to your lipstick stained lips, developing a perfect pout and Riri has no choice but to give in. She rolls her eyes before tilting her head and leaning forward, "..If that happens I'll handle it." she corrects you, finally connecting your mouths in a dreamy kiss, you push your chest into hers with a moan, kissing back with just as much intensity and her rough hands drop to fiddle with the ends of your skirt, pushing the fabric up your plush hips.

She smirks against you when she finds that you dont have any panties on, she lays her hand dormant on your mound excluding her thumb as she uses it to dip between your warm folds, cooing proudly to find it absolutely sopping. You press your chests together her with a whimper, "m-more, Riri!"

She complies, "Course..", her fingers playing with the tip of your puffy clit, your hips twitching into them, "What is it? Can't handle me no more?" she mumbles. You shake your head no, you were just so sensitive because of how busy and negligent– she’d been this week when you were becoming accustomed to getting her every night. It felt like you would cum right now if she'd asked for it.

Riri smirks at the sour expression on your face, "All you want is for someone to rub on your pretty little clit, huh?" her cool breath fans your burning cheeks as you shamelessly follow each roll of her thumb across the bud,

You nod your head at whatever she just said and she knows that look on your face, you’re close... but already?

Just when you're on the brink of a climax, you grab at her wrist and yank it away from your heat, your thighs closing with a quickness. Riri cuts her eyes at you, curious to what you're doing. You wanted to finish with her inside but if you so much as let her get a few more strokes in, it'd be too late because you don’t think you have energy to go again.

You pant against her dress shirt as she holds you up with her hands around your back, "Do you have it with you?"

And Riri catches onto what you mean, she settles you with one hand while reaching in the small black tote bag in the backseat with wet fingers.

"When I'm coming to see you..." . She returns with the harness–attached dildo and you can feel your hole clench around nothing at just the thought of being full again. "Always." she speaks in that raspy tone.

"Up." Riri taps your side, signalling you to move so she can slide it pass her thighs and you happily abide.

She guides you over it once its secured, using your slick as lubricant for her dark brown piece she lines it up with your hole and settles it half way in.

Your eyes are already closing shut as the curved girthed allowed it to touch both sides of your walls, "Nmph-! Fuck!", Your hips twitch, not sure if you can handle all of it, worried she's too big. How'd you ever get it all in before?!

Riri disagrees, gripping the globes of your ass, spreading them as she pushed her pelvic up into you, opening you to fit her like a glove with each thrust earning her high pitched shudders against her ear as you held her dress shirt between closed fists, "S'too much.."

She scoffs at this, "You wanna be good for me, right?" She whispered lowly, rubbing at the smooth skin of your hips.

"Y-yeah, for y-you–!" You groan while holding her face in your hands, admiring all the little details you could see from up here and Riris chest burns at your words, more specifically the last bit. You never failed to keep her wrapped around your fingers when you always said shit like that.

Riri kisses your palm before bottoming out with a final push in. Your spine feels like it'll break from how fast you arched it on impact, your wet clit pressing into the bottom of her white shirt and waist band of her boxers and you're already shaking against her.

Riri holds the ends of the back of your thighs, trying to be patient and wait for you to calm down but you whimpering in the crease of her neck was not helping, she swallows thickly, thinking of ways to try and prevent herself from slamming you down on her dick, "...lemme know when."

It takes a good minute for the pain to subside, for you to feel the familiar inkling of heat in the pit of your belly, waiting to blaze so, you swirl your hips a bit, the tip scraping the bottom of your cervix with each one and you desperately need more.

"Oh fuck!" you use Riris shoulders to lift yourself a few inches before plunging, your sap drenching her legs and creating a noticeable puddle on the fabric under the strap from how long you were warming her.

The girth of her faux brushing your walls almost teasingly from how horrible you were at fucking yourself, but with the way your thighs were starting to burn so easily, you wouldn’t be able to do finish on your own. You just needed a little bit of help.

"Please.." You whined into her, buzzing with ecstasy, messy thighs pathetically quivering as you opened yourself for her viewing pleasure, "I– just want you to fuck me, Riri.." she doesnt hear whatever else you managed to slur, too busy eying your pussy in awe of your pink slit just barely swallowing all 8 inches down to the base.

She quiets you with a sweeter more innocent kiss while pressing the button on the side to recline her seat, letting you rest while she takes care of it.

Riri grabs you by your waist, your head tucked as your shuddered breaths pricked the skin of her neck, steadily she ascends your lower half before bringing you back down with a wet slush, repeating her steps over again. Each gasp gets stuck in your throat as her dick stretches you out and stirs all the creaminess inside, making goosebumps rise on your skin with every thrust.

You whine louder, acrylics breaking through the sleek material of her shirt, nipping her skin as you felt the fire in your belly turn inflammatory, she was fucking you so good and you didnt want her to stop but the clenching was inevitable, halting her strokes in their place with each one.

Riri reluctantly slows to a stop, she could feel your ass jiggling but now she wanted to see it all for herself. Your eyes dart open immediately after, and you're frowning down at her because you were so close.

"Turn around, I wanna see sum."

Riri holds your thighs and the base of the strap so she can pull out smoothly. They slide up to your waist when you sat down with your back to her chest and you could feel her pebbled nipples against your skin.

She bites down harshly on her bottom lip as she enters you again, your crying and panting as she sunk deeper but she knew you'd get off better this way.

"Yeah, i know..." she coos sincerely trying to soothe your nerves, "...but you gotta take all of it f'me." she holds you down with her free hand as she effortlessly grazed that soft spot once again, grinding into you at an unsteady rhythm.

Riri pushes your back in and your back forms a perfectly sharp arch, she grabs handfulls of the flesh in one hand before smacking down on the other. The pained yelp you let out contrasted drastically to the gush of juices you leaked over her dick and already messy boxers. She does it again, switching sides and kneading the sore skin of the one that got spanked then spreading to see the aftermath.

Riri groans at the sight of clear strings creating ill shaped webs dripping at both holes. Boldly, she releases your ass and presses her thumb into the crease, going all the way down, lubricating the pad before pressing into your button. You whimper at her curious prodding & rubbing but never once did you tell her to stop.

Your head lowers in shame from how much you were enjoying this as you gave her a better angle to fuck you from, just shutting your eyes as you let her have her way with you.

Riri bounces you on her lap a few times, the sound of your pussy turning her on even more, "You're real dirty, baby." She mocks while removing her thumb, drawing her arms around your waist and forcefully bringing you back to her chest, her faux shifting inside of you.

She moves down your mound, brushing over the tip of your clit before thrumming harder, playing with the silky bud. You squeak & squirm, reaching down to try and stop her but all she does is thrust her hips up in response.

Everything was starting to move too fast for you as she swirled all 4 of her fingers over your sensitive nub, her hips working into you at the same time and all you could do was pathetically wait for it to come crashing down.

"God—ah! 'gonna make me cum!" you wail pitifully and it really is pathetic how quick it was but you truly couldnt help it.

"Uh-huh..." She hums, her grip becoming harsh as she pulls on you with so much vigor your ass starts to clap against her bare thighs. Riri bites her bottom lip as she fucks you harder, your pussy squelching endlessly just for her, "Go 'head then baby, dont make me wait for it." You nearly go cross-eyed at her accent, sloppily grinding your clit into her gungy palm for more stimulation as she brings you over the edge with a final roll of her hips.

Your whole body spasms as you cry out her name, Riri watches in amazement, her hands gripping on your hips and leaving deep dents in their wake as you whine and pant and tremble ontop of her.

"Breathe, mama." she encouraged before she kissed behind your ear. Riri continues to pump you sloppily, helping you through the overstimulation since your thighs were still trembling and you weren't forming coherent sentences. Just biting down on your already swollen lips as a desperate attempt to hide the taboo eruption, clinging onto her for dear life and Riris buzzing under you. She wants to fuck you again. Have your short acrylics scratching up her back, neck and thighs but she knows it’s not a good idea. Especially since you’d definitely miss your curfew for the umpteenth time.

She's gauging your every move before she takes a chance and leans in, grazing her teeth at the bottom of your neck to prep for the fresh row of hickies even when she knows she shouldn’t be leaving evidence muttering, “You did so good f’me.” After each one and she prays it distracts you enough for her to effectively slide her wet piece out.

was kinda scared to post this one butttt, imma thug it out for my riri girlies ‹𝟹🥲

🔖: @sapphicbarbz @shurislover @s0lam33y (special thanks to @lppriceisright for proof-reading some of this for me!!)

[queserasora]

DOFLAMINGO X FEM READER, SHE/HER | NSFW WORD COUNT: 4.2k CONTENT WARNINGS: it's Doflamingo so the bitch is mean, okay? he could have been meaner so let's all be thankful he wasn't. there is a lot of degradation, because that's what he considers flirting. it's sweet nothings whispered in an ear to him. it's great; gets his cock twitching. bondage lite, I guess, nothing crazy. spanking. he likes to slap pussy too cause it's cute. choking. biting, profanity. oral female receiving male giving. ejaculation. that's it folks--imo it could have been worse lol A SUMMARY: Doflamingo has asked you--twice--to put on the dress he's bought for you. You don't seem to understand the importance of following orders, or accepting his judgement. So he sets out to teach you a little lesson or two.

PART ONE | PART THREE

He had asked you very calmly to put the dress on. In fact, he had called you a good girl or implied you would be if you put it on for him. Was that not enough incentive? 

Your legs had refused to move from their position as you looked back at him with big round eyes. Oh, how he loathed when you did that, as if there was an ounce of innocence left in your body.

Doflamingo was sure he had stripped you off that a long time ago. Why did you insist on holding on to it? Innocence needed to be corrupted. It served no purpose except to make you weak. His previous discipline clearly had not been enough. You needed one more lesson: a one on one, if you will. 

You are standing there in your suit, back straightened, eyes roaming over the guests. He admired your diligence but at the moment, he wanted to break your concentration. Doflamingo leans forward, his chest almost grazing yours. His breath is hot against your cheek, before he moves his mouth closer to your ear. His lips brush against it, sending goosebumps on the run when he speaks: “We’re leaving,” he breathes; his order a heated whisper. “Come with me.”

You follow him, as he starts walking without you, well aware of your place: six steps behind, no more no less. He leads you out of the party, through the crowd of giggling patrons. You notice a few eyes swerving your way, mostly stationed soldiers that briefly assess you and Doflamingo before casting their attention back on the guests. A part of you wishes to say–to watch the couples dance, watch the skirts of dresses sway with the movements. It was hypnotizing, and calming in a way that was completely different to the back of Doffy’s head.

Even if you had wanted to refuse his request to wear the dress, you know you wouldn’t be able to. You had known him since childhood. His capricious temperament was no secret. You just knew how to navigate it most of the time but you were not a gambler. Taking risks was never in your nature. 

It was for that reason, and because a part of you desperately desired for his approval that you put on the dress. Your body grows hot as you allow the fabric to drape over your naked body. As he requested, you are wearing no underwear. Your hands go to clap your heated cheeks as you observe yourself in front of the floor length mirror; the dramatic plunging neckline that leaves very little to the imagination, breasts hanging a little low, round and seductive. 

The slits on the skirt of the dress are so high they reach the top of each hip, exposing part of your lower belly when you move. You’re not sure how he expected you to wear this out in public, but you have no plans on asking.

You walk out from behind the changing room divider, careful not to trip. The dress had been shocking enough but the shoes he had absolutely insisted you wore–or else–were the ones threatening to do your brain in. A pair of hot pink high heels, with big ornate bows at the back, and glued on rhinestones. To top it all off, they were attached by a very short silver chain; ornate shackles that made you feel prisoner to his whimsy.

In his opinion, you were taking too damn long to get dressed. He blinked, slowly, as he sat with his legs spread on the bed bench, feathery pink coat over his shoulders. He was a man with an immeasurable amount of patience. All his greatest plans required it. Doflamingo was careful, consistent, thorough, and most of all passionately fueled by the desire for revenge, and power.

Still, you were testing his limits.

A large hand reaches with thick fingers for his hot pink tie, loosening it in a few swift movements. It was then you decide to come up from behind the changing room divider. The slinky shimmery red fabric moves fluidly with your body, and fortunately for you–in his opinion–demanding all of his attention.

He runs the flat of his palms over the front of his navy pinstripe suit, as if he was cleaning his hands from responsibility. 

He tilts his head as he observes you fidgeting. He hones in on your exposed shoulders, dark red spaghetti straps of your dress cutting into your skin slightly. Doflamingo sucks his teeth noisily. You should have worn the damn dress when he asked you the first time. 

You made him ask twice, so he had no choice but to add a small punishment. He grins down at your shoes, ecstatic to see you were having difficulty walking without short steps. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

“See?” he starts, his tone boastfully maybe slightly mocking. His head is tilted as he grandly gestures with one hand, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You look stunning.” 

He pauses to gauge your reaction. Your hands keep moving to your arms, fingers gripping the flesh there as if you could fold in on yourself. It presses your breasts together. Doflamingo leans back on the bench, hands down on the fabric as he crosses one ankle over his knee. 

“I’ll ask you again. Why didn’t you wear it in the first place?”

He knows what your answer will be before you speak it, but he feels like having a small amount of entertainment. After all, you’re making him miss out on his own party. You owed him this much.

“The dress is so pretty,” you mumble, your hands moving away from your biceps. Your eyes are still fluttering around on the ground, taking in the pointy ends of your shoes, the extremely clean floor, the moonlight spilling into the room through the venetian window. You wipe your hands down your hips, against the smooth red fabric of your dress. “It didn’t feel right.” You look up at him at last, a shy gaze from underneath your lashes. “Only pretty girls wear these kinds of things.”

There it was: your sin of the night.

Doflamingo smiles–wide, toothy, tameless. “You never learn, do you?” he asks darkly. “My little butterfly.”

His stare is predatory as he licks his lips. Your heart somersaults in your chest, a mixture of fear and excitement makes your mouth water. You’re not sure if it’s nausea or lust. All you know is that you have seen that look in his eyes before. You know what follows but try as you might you’re never quite ready for it.

Butterfly or moth–Doflamingo didn’t see much of a difference. A winged insect was a winged insect, but at the moment you shone in beautiful colors. Tonight, he decided, you were his butterfly. He stands up and pretends he doesn’t see you flinch. There’s a small quirk to the corner of his lips as he advances towards you. Your legs tremble, so you clench your hands into fists, fighting your body for control.

“Have you ever heard of taxidermy,” he asks you in an innocent tone. It is so jarring against the cold stare that chills your veins that you feel breathless. “Little butterfly?” You shake your head very slightly, afraid any sudden movements might trigger a response. He invades your space, you take a loud deep breath as his chest brushes against yours. Your breath is ragged, so soon, he has to smile. His breath is hot and humid against your cheek when he continues speaking: “You see, there’s a little bit of debate over it,” he begins, amusement lilting his vowels. His hands move to your hips, fingers dancing lightly over the slit of your skirt. Your eyes threaten to flutter close at the feathery sensation of his fingertips. He smiles at your response. You were as sensitive as always. “You could pin a live butterfly’s wings and mount it that way, restrain it, keep it from flying off, but what happens once the butterfly dies?”

You don’t respond. You had no idea, plus you doubted he was expecting an answer from you. He hardly did when he was like this.

“It decomposes. There’s nothing beautiful left behind. You know, I do hate ugly things.”

One of his hands moves away from your hips, and presses flat against your belly. He moves it upward at an achingly slow pace. His palm is hardened from battles, its roughness reminding you of your differences when he continues up the middle of your chest to your neck. Your nipples harden when his fingers wrap around your neck.

“Now, if you want to keep it beautiful. There is a way,” he continues, squeezing his fingers. You gasp, quickly, trying to catch your  breath before you lose it. Your eyes water when he tightens his hold, putting pressure on the sides of your neck. “You catch it first without injuring it, gently.”

His other hand slips between your legs. You feel him move the fabric of your skirt aside, and brush the back of his hand against an inner thigh. You shudder, a small whimper in the back of your throat dying out when he fixes his stare on your mouth. 

“I’m not done talking. Please be quiet,” he orders with a small curl to his top lip. You swallow. You’d nod in understanding but his large hand was still wrapped around your throat, keeping you in place. He slaps one of your thighs with the back of his hand. “Spread.” You obey immediately, side stepping to give him more room. “As I was saying, you capture it and then you kill it.”

He smiles down at you, as he slides his knuckles up and down the inside of your thigh. You try to focus, try to watch his lips move as he talks, but it is hard to do. You’re embarrassed at the state of your arousal, feeling your folds become wet with your slick. 

His hand moves to the center of you–where you’re the most heated. You gasp loudly, eyes growing wide when you feel his fingers slip between your puffy lips. He moves them upward towards your clit.

“Do you know how you kill it? You have to be careful after all,” he continues, his thumb brushing against your nub. You bite down on your lip, trying to keep from making a sound. “You want to preserve it. So you pinch it’s little tiny body,” your eyes grow wide when you feel his fingers move to mimic his words. “Between your thumb and forefinger.”

He pinches your clit, and you forget your determination to be quiet. Your yelp is loud, and it transforms into a moan as he lets go, rubbing your nub in circles with his thumb once more. 

“And see? The beauty remains,” he says against your lips. His thumb is relentless on your clit, you bite down on your lip again, trying to hold back your whimpering. Doflamingo is impressed at your resolve. He smiles crookedly as he watches your squirm, cheeks flushed, as he presses his thumb on your pulse. He feels your heart racing, beating and beating, running away in preservation.

Foolish behavior. You could never get away from his cage.

“Did you not like the dress?” he asks you. You take a ragged breath, force your eyes to open. He is looking down at you with a neutral expression. You can’t tell if he’s serious and you’re not sure why he’s still on the subject of the dress. 

“It’s not that!” you stammer, knees feeling weak the more he works your clit. You feel your slick starting to coat the inside of your thighs. You try to rub them together, you want to feel more, but Doflamingo is only using his thumb, refusing to give you more. He slips one leg between yours to keep you from moving again. “The dress is so revealing anyway,” you mumble, feeling your face flush again. Your eyes water. “It would have been so embarrassing.”

He should be furious over your ridiculous excuse but you’re squirming again, and not only because of his touch. He sees the dumb watery expression in your eyes, the drooping on the corners of your mouth, how quick you were to blush once more. He smiles at your expense, realizing your embarrassment. His cock twitches in his slacks, demanding he continues.

He lets go of your throat, and moves his other hand between your legs. You take a deep breath when he stops moving his thumb, but gasp at the feel of his fingers lazily playing with your dripping folds. 

“But I wanted everyone to see you,” he whispers against your ear, tongue darting out to lick your earlobe. You shiver, his fingers smearing your slick all over your sensitive pussy. He still won’t enter you, and it’s a torture you can barely stand. You desperately wanted relief. You felt your cunt twitching inside you, beckoning, calling. It was humiliating. “I wanted them to see your beautiful tits, and stare at them all night. There’s a lot of filthy men at the party, you know. They’d look at you and get hard just picturing the way they’d fuck you,” he takes in your earlobe for a noisy suck. You softly moan, and he has to do his best to hold back from laughing; at least for now. “They definitely would want to shove their cock between your tits, and cum all over your pretty face.”

You gasp, as his fingers tease your entrance. Another moan floats past your lips as he dips inside with a middle finger, just up to the first knuckle.

“Heh,” he chuckles softly against a sensitive spot behind your ear. You whimper, arms flying out to steady yourself by grabbing his biceps. Your legs feel gelatinous, you know you hadn’t been in control not once, not ever, but it had been a long time since you felt so helpless. “Did you get wet just thinking about it? About all those perverted old men seeing you and dreaming about fucking you in all kinds of depraved ways? Getting hard while they stand next to their dumb wives. I’m surprised, Butterfly,” he kisses down the column of your neck, a mouth open, and so hot it scalds your skin. “I didn’t know you were such a slut.”

He wraps an arm around your waist, brings you close until your breasts are pressed right up against his hardened chest. His mouth bites down on the soft flesh of your shoulder, as he shoves middle and ring finger inside you. Your fingers dig into his arms as you cry out, little jolts of pleasure making your body shake. He is savage, relentless in his maneuvering. His fingers move faster the more you moan. The loud sound of squelching is impossibly lewd and arousing. His tongue moves over the strap of your dress, and he pushes it aside to drag his teeth against your skin.

“You shouldn’t be enjoying this,” he tells the line of your jaw as he kisses up to your ear again, fingers moving aggressively against you before he roughly inserts a third. You cry out at the stretch, hips moving against his hand trying to follow his rhythm. “I need to punish you better lest you get ideas. Do you like it when other men think of you?” He pulls out his fingers suddenly, and leaves you empty and aching. He grabs your cunt possessively with one hand, his fingers reaching deep towards your asshole. “You belong to me” He spits through clenched teeth, as he grabs your chin with his free hand. His fingers dig into your cheeks painfully as he forces you to look at him. He lets go of your pussy only to slap it. You yell in surprise. He both hates and loves your reaction so he does it again. “Every part of you. All of you is mine.”

He keeps saying it, as he bites down your neck, leaving purple bruises in the wake of his destruction. He demands you repeat him, every time spanking your throbbing pussy. You cry out each time, even though you expect it, fear leaving to make way for arousal. You’re dripping down your thighs, soaking the fabric of his slacks as he keeps his leg between yours. He can feel it, and something like desire seizes in his chest.

He loathes how you can make him feel this way: uncontrolled, unrestrained. He wanted nothing more than to plunge his cock inside your dripping pussy until he felt like he’d go blind, until your nails scratched the skin of his back, leaving a trail of blood behind. He wanted to, but he refused to give you that privilege. 

Doflamingo leads you back towards the canopy bed. He stops at the bed bench, grabs you by the wrist and flings you around. A massive hand flies up and comes smacking down on your ass. You grit your teeth, hissing at the sting. 

“Up,” he orders but quickly realizes you wouldn’t be able to even if you wanted to. He laughs at your shoes, and at you when he looks up. “Nevermind. I guess I’m doing everything myself.” He grabs you by the waist and lifts you up on the bench. You stand on it feeling uncertain, legs wobbling slightly. He slaps your ass again, as a reminder to hold steady.

A flick of his wrists, and strings shoot from his fingertips, weaving in the air into thin white ropes. They circle your wrists, knotting themselves. There’s a vague thought in your head about resisting, fleeing even, but it disappears quickly when your arms are pulled over your head. You yelp, and look up to see yourself tied to the bar of the canopy bed. Your breathing becomes rapid, heat all consuming over your body when you look down at Doflamingo. He is watching you hungrily, licking his lips as he slides his hands around the back of your thighs. He moves them slowly, up and down, letting you rub your thighs together. You hum in pleasure, eyes fluttering close at the friction. Your sensitive pussy is swollen, and wet. You miss his fingers inside you, and your mind races, trying to find a way to convince him to put them in again.

“That’s enough,” he says calmly, shoving his hands in between your thighs and pushing them apart. You stutter an apology that makes him laugh. He reaches out carefully, rifles his fingers through your folds once more. “You’re soaked. How unsightly.” He looks up at you with a cool glare, and you swallow thickly. You try stammering another apology but he moves closer to you, and picks you up by your ass. You cry out again, and he groans as he adjusts your legs–one over each shoulder. “That’s enough yelling. You’re acting like a child.” 

He kisses your belly through the fabric of your dress. Your fingers twitch as you test the restraints of his ropes. You know better, but you still try, and stop when the ropes start cutting into your skin. It stings and you feel a small bead of wetness against the inside of your wrists.

“Careful, Butterfly,” he mumbles, his hands now free to roam. “If you try to struggle, you’ll get cut.” He kneads your ass under your skirt. His skin is hot against the smoothness of yours. His fingers unforgiving as he digs into your flesh, gripping. He knows you’ll bruise–you always do, so easily. He smiles against the inside of one thigh. Doflamingo snakes a hand around your thighs and lifts up the fabric of the dress to expose your cunt. “Now stay still. I haven’t finished  your punishment.”

Punishment, or hell, or whatever it was you weren’t sure—but it felt like ecstasy to you when he picked up your hips slightly to angle your pussy against his mouth. His lips latched around your clit, sucking noisily. You heard his warning, but shake your tied hands anyway, desperately wanting to bury your hands in his hair; to grab tuftfuls and grind your hips against his searing mouth.

The sounds he makes as eats your pussy echo in the quiet room; slurping and moaning, he gives detailed attention to each part of you–your folds, the corners where your thighs meet your hips, your clit, your dripping slit. He inserts his tongue, thrusting back and forth. His mind is clouded by the moans you make. He grips your thighs harder, sucks harder thinking it would lighten the stiffening of his cock.

It doesn’t work. It never does. 

His cock was throbbing in his slacks. He could feel the precum soaking through his underwear the more you dripped down his chin, all the way down his neck. You cried out when he bites on the inside of one thigh, and he tries to focus on that instead of the way your wetness had soaked the collar of his crisp blue shirt. He’d punish you for that too–at another time.

His tongue is unforgiving, as he relentlessly rips moan after moan from you, pushing you closer and closer to the precipice. You whimper, and cry, to the point you feel you are consumed by madness. You bite your tongue–maybe by accident, you’re not sure but you taste copper in your mouth as you grow closer to orgasm. He feels the twitching of your thighs, your trembling body and smiles as he sucks on your swollen and over sensitive nub, knowing he has you beat.

You cum, predictably, moaning his name. He can’t help the smile that splits his lips. He laps at your dripping pussy, drinking every last drop. He doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied, until he can’t taste you on yourself any longer.

Your legs suddenly drop from his shoulders as you move, and you groan at the heaviness of your body. You try to use your legs to keep yourself up but they shake. He watches you stand there on the bed bench, trembling, and fatigued; hair in disarray, the night’s makeup smeared all over your face. He smiles and wipes at a remaining bit of your cum on his chin with a thumb, drags it up to his mouth for a long suck.

“Listen,” he tells you with a raise of his brows. You nod quickly, repeatedly, trying to see past the haze of the aftermath of your  orgasm. “You need to watch me.”

You do as he says, while he unbuckles his belt. Your eyes rove over the bulge in his slacks, and you feel perverse at how your mouth waters at the sight of his zipper lowering. Your belly fills with fire, and you can’t believe your own greediness when you become wet at the sight of his pink cock bouncing out of his underwear. He squeezes the angry tip, his eyes all the while on your face. You lick your lips, and he scoffs, a crooked smile taking over his mouth.

“You’re an insatiable slut, huh?” he tells you as he brings his hand down to stroke his shaft. Doffy bites down on his lip. “You’re not getting any. Don’t get any stupid ideas.”

His hand moves quickly, furiously, as if he wanted nothing more than to cum. Your brows draw together at the injustice. How could he rush such a beautiful thing? If only you could help him, you could show him how good it was to prolong it just a tiny bit more. 

“If you had worn the dress like I told you, this wouldn’t be happening,” he hisses, teeth clenched, jaw set. You sigh, feeling absolutely pathetic.

You can’t help your treacherous legs, the way they move so you rub your thighs, faster and faster to match his pace. You moan and whimper, fighting your arousal, hating the fact that he wasn’t filling you up right now with his thick cock.

“Next time, maybe you’ll show me you actually learn something when I speak.”

You yell, and he chastises you, when you suddenly fall to your knees. Your arms feel tingly, almost numb from having them hang above you. He moves closer to you, still furiously pumping his cock. You blink, trying to clear the stars from your eyes, and in that moment you see white spurt from his cock. Hot cum falls all over your exposed tits, dripping and sliding down to your belly, covering your dress.

“See?” he asks, pumping his cock, trying to milk out every last drop. He looks down at his hand, cum on the back of it and on his fingers. He reaches for your dress, smears it over the red fabric, before slipping his fingers into your mouth. You suck mechanically, in a haze. “It’s a beautiful dress. Now you’ll never wear it again.” He takes out his fingers, and tilts his head at you, watching you silently. He shrugs one shoulder and turns around.

You call out his name belatedly, as he’s heading for the door. He doesn’t turn around but waves a hand in the air.“You stay right there and think about what you’ve done.” He pauses at the threshold of the door, looks over his shoulder at you. “I’ll come for you when I feel like you've learned something.”

[lasandra]

Sketches of the Dragon Age men I've romanced + my reactions to their romance! For funsies!

Under the cut because it's quite long... There are spoilers for DA:O, DA:2, and DA:I (Probably not an issue because all these games have been out for 10+ years but I wanted to say, just in case).

These are just how 'I' feel about them. I'd love to hear everyone else's opinions on the characters as well! One thing I love about Dragon Age is that the characters are so complex that people can have very different opinions on them (and mostly not kill each other for it! :P).

Alistair:

Alistair was the reason I started playing the game back in 2010. My father had been given the game by his best friend and he would always let me watch him play games. He hadn't gotten further than defeating the Ogre in the Tower of Ishal before he quit playing, however, much to 12-year-old me's disappointment. I had immediately fallen in love with Alistair and wanted to see more of him! I asked if I could play and fortunately my father was not as careful about checking game ratings/content and said sure!

Words cannot describe how stunned I was when I found out you could romance companions in this game, this was an entirely new concept to me that blew my 12-year-old mind. To this day Alistair is my favorite fictional man and I would destroy all of Thedas to protect him.

Zevran:

I didn't have as positive an experience initially with Zevran as I barely took him anywhere with me initially (so my approval with him was always pretty low). Back then I figured he always would betray you when Taliesen shows up. One day I decided to run a playthrough where I romanced him. When I knew I was getting close to when Taliesen showed up I was sad, but thinking he was still going to betray me, I removed all his weapons and armor so that it would be easier to kill him. Boy was I surprised when he didn't betray me and was instead punching the other crows in his underwear... It was that playthrough that I realized how important it was to check approval lol.

Anders:

Anders and Nathaniel Howe had been my favorite Awakening characters. In my canon playthrough, I had protected the city but lost the keep, with Anders and Justice along with it. Or so I thought. When I loaded up DA:2 and saw him, I thought him being alive was a bug and was so excited that he wasn't dead! And when I saw that you could flirt with him, 13-year-old me was like, "Yeah, I'll be doing THAT!" It was all going great until the end of the game when he BLEW UP THE FREAKING CHANTRY! I was so upset, I wondered what I did wrong to make him do that. I loaded so many saves and started the game over 3 times trying to figure out how to avoid that. When I realized I couldn't stop him no matter what I did, I was completely and utterly devastated and PISSED. He is the reason I have trust issues in Dragon Age. I still choose to romance him sometimes because the guy is such a romantic but I do so expecting sadness and anger in the end lol. Knowing Hawke will never be as important as the cause and the fact that he LIES to Hawke, tricking her into helping him without full knowledge of what she's taking part in, will never cease to annoy me.

A lot, I know... He just makes me feel a lot of things xD It's a complicated love-hate relationship.

Fenris:

It took awhile for me to warm up to Fenris but he is by far and a way my favorite DA:2 romance now. Things are complicated with him and within the romance but it's very clear that he actually cares about Hawke. I can relate to him a bit in one way, the reason he leaves after he and Hawke get together in Act 2. Trauma like that can really ruin things that should make you happy, and it can be very frightening when memories of the traumatic event surface, and the last thing you want to do is make the person you care about feel bad or like it's their fault. It just makes me want to give him a hug. Poor spikey boy...

Sebastian:

I really wish Bioware had had the time to do more with Sebastian. I really do. His romance has some cute moments (and there are some interesting implications if you rivalmance him) but he was made as a DLC companion and it shows. I still quite like his character though, I know a lot of DA fans aren't fond but yeah lol. He can be a bit of a dramatic pain in the butt if you don't kill Anders though. That is very valid criticism.

Cullen:

Ah... Cullen... He was always controversial. A lot like Solas is now. There are people who hate Cullen's guts and people who adore him. I am quite obviously the latter. I wanted to romance him in DA:O, I wanted to romance him in DA:2, and then we finally got him in DA:I and it was better than I ever could have imagined.

Honestly, I kind of suspect that if I hadn't done Alistair's romance first, that Cullen's would be my favorite in the series. It's so sweet and he PROPOSES and married you IN-GAME. That's freaking awesome! And his ending slides after Trespasser just make me really really happy lol.

Alistair is still my favorite but Cullen is a very close second.

Blackwall:

Blackwall is a solid character and a sweet guy; his story and romance are very well written as well. Honestly though, he just looks too old for me. I was 16 when Inquisition came out and I'm 26 now. Dude looks like he could be my dad and so it's hard to convince myself that my characters would be interested in him. No shade to those who like him, just different preferences, and like I said, he's still a very compelling character and if he were younger or less bearded, I could probably enjoy the romance too.

While I make a big deal about Blackwall lying about being a Grey Warden, it's mostly just me picking on him. I actually do think it makes for an interesting narrative. It's so easy to sus him out when you've played Origins though lol! That being said, I DO make him become a legitimate Grey Warden because it just feels right to me and ensures that every Dragon Age game I play has at least one Grey Warden companion (so that everything is right in the universe).

Please don't hate me Blackwall fans lol!

Solas:

Am I a massive hypocrite for loving Solas so much while not being all that fond of Blackwall? Probably yes... But I can't help it! To be fair though, before I finished Inquisition for the first time (this was before the Trespasser DLC btw), I didn't even think I'd be interested. I'm a diehard Solavellan now, but I had initially just seen him as a pajama-wearing fade nerd (aren't I sweet?). As I've said I was 16 when I first played Inquisition and was too busy romancing Cullen to notice all the (in hindsight) obvious signs that there was more to Solas than met the eye.

When I saw that he was the dreadwolf... I kind of flipped my ever living shit. Fen'Harel had been the most interesting of the elven pantheon to me since I played my first dalish elf warden in Origins and now my Lavellan had the chance to romance him??? So naturally I did just that my next playthrough.

I didn't use the internet like I do now so I had no idea what was coming in Crestwood though. OOF! I was in shock. How dare this pajama-wearing fade nerd elven god just dump my poor Lavellan like that! Then Trespasser came out I had round 2 of getting my heart ripped out of my chest, dashed into a thousand pieces, and strewn about the fade in the most tragic way possible. *Is dramatic*

Cullen and Alistair may be my favorite romances for the romance itself, but Solas is my favorite romance for the overarching story. I mean, because the Inquisitor is seen by so much of Thedas as the Herald of Andraste, Lavellan is canonically a religious figure of the chantry whether she agrees with it or not. Solas is a religious figure of the elves. This means two religious figures from two separate religions get together and that is just SO interesting from a story perspective!

I can't wait to see what they do with the Solavellan romance in Veilguard. I hope it doesn't hurt too much xD

The Iron Bull:

16-year-old me was not prepared for this romance... At ALL. My poor mostly innocent eyes lol (Cullen's too!). It's a fun romance though, and my default inquisition romance for my Qunari and dwarf characters. He's cool. Plus I had a bit of a crush on Freddie Prinze Jr when I was a kid so like, that makes it kind of neat!

Final Thoughts:

Bioware has always written truly amazing characters and romances and I am so excited to see what Veilguard has to offer. I am probably going to have to do two playthroughs at once so I can romance Lucanis and Davrin so I can play both without knowing too much in advance.

Like I said at the top, I'd love to know what everyone's opinions of the characters are! Loveya!

[stvllioner]

Reaction to FEM!Reader W/ Tongue Piercings

-> Bakugo Katsuki & Kirishima Eijiro

   Bakugo Katsuki | Kirishima Eijiro x [FEM]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): suggestive content, mentions of kissing, implied mentions of seggs.

WORD COUNT: .4k words.

READ MORE: masterlist + [student masterlist].

A/N: i wish i could work more with these but we'll see later on!! ofc the other choice would be kiri <33 n i wasnt sure if the implications of the ask so they stayed (mostly) sfw lol. as for student reqs, i will take them with a grain of salt. no guarantee they will be done or finished. thank you, anon!

oh he thinks you're fucking cool.

at first i was thinking he'd question you, but does he gaf like that??

[+] the answer yes and no.

Bakugo honestly has never thought about piercings in his own free time, so when you pop out with him he just starts thinking.

asks to see it and analyzes it like when dads stare at a TV screen with their hands on their hips.

Bakugo was sure of two things:

1) it was cool as fuck.

2) it was hot as fuck.

he loves your tongue piercing.

once your piercing is all healed he wants to experience everything (physical) he had with you.

when he kisses you with added tongue for the first time in awhile, the kiss is slow and sensual. he likes feeling your piercing but is in no rush to avoid hurting you.

so much more hums of approval and low moans as he finds himself getting lost in your kiss.

dont even get him started feeling your tongue on his skin and how the little change in texture can easily make him shiver.

he thinks your tongue is honestly so rad that he hopes you get more.

[+] he doesnt even care what you get next, he just wants to see you in more!!! 🤭

unlike contrary belief, i don't think Bakugo is the type to get piercings and tats so he leaves that category up to you lol.

Kirishima asks all the questions lmao.

"Did it hurt?" "How long did it take?" "How many piercings are you gonna get?"

gives you so many kisses as soon as you are healed LOL.

likes to toy and play with you, even gifts you rings (or whatever tf the jewelry is called for tongue piercings) cuz he knows you'll look good in them.

almost has a weird obsession with it if we're being honest.

your choice might also influence him?!$($(

HE JUST LOVES IT.

thinks it's fuckin' rad and honestly it might just influence him to get one of his own.

but that's a decision for later since he knows he will be lazy about the recovery process.

youre his punk gf in training and he will NOT miss this opportunity to cash in on it

[+] and of course if you don't want more that's totally fine. he just can't help himself but start to fantasize lol. he's a dreamer!!

he loves playing with your tongue and feeling it on him.

it's like an extra stimulant and the little texture it adds just makes him shiver in all the good ways.

11/10 he loves it. would not complain if you got more.

and if he does get a tongue piercing himself, he'll make sure to be an expert in tongue technique okay—

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[fancyfeathers]

@zainiscompletelydone333 asked a question

ok so aside from the general "kids running away" story line i wanna make some extra headcanons if you don't mind author <3 Marguerite grows up loving outdoors. horseback riding, shooting, archery. mostly manly things. she has this weird FOMO and general desire to hate conformity that either comes from her aunt or father. she wears rather manly clothes and the people at gatherings are scandalised. albert doesn't care, he's proud his daughter can piss off the people he despises <3. although he draws the line at things that damage her health, like smoking. she was 7 when she tried to sneak in her father's room to try the open bottle of wine he left for a moment. Louis was more mortified than albert lol. tries to follow moran and james around, begs jack to teach her his ways, and occasionally meets herder to fix her guns. hyacinth used to have a crush on fred growing up, it largely had to do with the flowers he put in her hair. to hyacinth, everything in the world is too fast and quick and she feels like her fatigue makes her left behind. she grows to like fred becuase his nature is proof that being out of the loop or disconnected from society, or even people, isn't necessarily bad. it means you can appreicate little details and things. you can stop and ponder the intiricacies of things....leading her to take a liking to things like craftsmanship and fashion design. i think she has an artistic eye when it comes to her garbs, and believes her clothes and elegant get up will compensate for her rather, quieter nature. she wants to be flashy like her mother, but her personality doesn't allow it, so she constantly remains in this "i am better becuase i take time to appreicate little thins but i am not interesting enough like my mom or sister so i try on pretty dresses with an artistic expression so people will notice". despite her low energy, she has a temper and can shout, or resort to drastic measures easily like her father when overwhelmed due to keeping most of her feelings hidden. but she's very calm and witty, and knows how to make everyone laugh, even her 🩰 aunt and fred! even william or louis can't help but break out a chuckle when she makes fun of some rotten noble in a witty way though i don't know which of the twins will be more atached to their mother and which will be more to their father

Father Like Daughter (Yandere William James Moriarty and his darling having a genius daughter)

Oh my goodness yes!! Like I imagine that that the two are still insanely close despite their differences, like taking walks together, horseback riding, sneaking into their father’s study and stealing a bottle of wine (but only on evenings when Albert is not home and one of them will distract Louis while the other one snags it). I imagine that even in their teenage years that they share a room together and many nights Albert or someone else in the house would have to tell them to be quiet because it is nearing the early house of the morning and they need to sleep as well, and normally this is Marguerite keeping Hyacinth awake and her father is very cross by this because it is bad for Hyacinth’s health (then god forbid if their Uncle Louis is the one who caught them awake).

Then Marguerite, I imagine her being quite similar to her aunt, Albert’s darling’s sister who is married off to Mycroft Holmes, having a very brash personality and having opinions and doing this that put her on the outskirts of society. She is very similar Eloise from Bridgerton except her father very much approves of her personality and will probably teach her many things himself, though I imagine that he would leave shooting lessons for someone who is much more capable like Moran but will probably chaperone since it is Moran. I also have a very funny picture in my head of Jack teaching her self defense or something along those lines but she can never beat him in a fight, and one day when she lost she just hears clapping and in the doorway is her twin sister with the smallest of smirks on her face.

“Very gracefully done, sister.”

“Oh fuck you-“

“Marguerite Francesca Moriarty! Mind your language!”

“Oh he used your full name, you are in trouble.”

Her father was in the hallway, Albert cannot stand his children swearing.

Meanwhile I imagine Hyacinth and Andrei are rather close as well, imagining they both have an interest in the arts, taking her to go see plays and view galleries. She has horrible social anxiety and watches while her mother and sister can talk to people but when a stranger approaches her she gets horrible anxiety and runs off to hide behind someone like her father. She is extremely insecure about her condition and will often withdraw herself so it will never get in the way, she wants to be apart of things but can never push herself to do so. I imagine a lot of the time where the family goes out to attend social events that she forces herself to be awake and active for much of it as to keep up with her brother and sister, ignoring the pain in her joints and muscles, but eventually her father will notice…

“Louis, can take Hyacinth home? I think she is getting quite exhausted.

“Father, I am fine-“

“And you are a horrible liar, you get that from your mother.”

I think her enjoyment for fashion comes from the times she would stay home from events because of her lack of energy, I imagine her sitting in the garden while Fred is working and looking through old photographs from when her mother was in the marriage market before she married father and she would wear beautiful dresses that her grandmother, the twins’ great grandmother, who lived in Paris would make for her and send out to their granddaughter for her to wear. Then when her mother and father would return home from their outing she would ask her other about them and in that moment there was a light in her mother’s eyes before she took her daughter’s hand and les her up to her and Albert’s shared room and took out a trunk from the back of the closet and opened it and inside where all the dresses and jewelry she used to wear that her grandmother made her. So she finds a new hobby in repairing these dresses while her family is on outings she cannot go on, I imagine they end up looking like dresses from Bridgerton. So when she goes out to high society events she can handle, all eyes are on her, because while the dresses are dated for the time they are absolutely beautiful, intricate and detailed, catching the eye of many young men her age, after all it is considered quite attractive to have a wife with such an eye for detail. Though while Albert his daughter is finding herself through such expression, he is not so happy of the attention it brings.

(I made a Pinterest board for Hyacinth (link))

[ewesless]

My humble answer is...

I LOVE IT.

(Romance-y stuff first then the section below that is…other activities)

Content Warning for any other readers: Canon x Canon, Crossdressing, BDSM Dynamics, tons and tons of personal interpretations and almost a fic outline

MY FRIEND, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??

At first glance someone might think, "They're too unalike, they have no common interests. Barbatos is too cool for him and Levi hates him because he's successful, confident and widely respected." And one would be wrong!! The main things they have in common are Gaming, Sewing, Creating Artwork and Cooking (in that order only because Levi's still a hobbyist and Barbatos's love of baking and cooking is on par with Levi's fanatical love of Ruri-chan.)

Barbatos may not be into watching anime or reading manga, but he buys merch for Diavolo and is supportive of a substantial number of things Diavolo does (which extends to Levi hehehe) but he is a major gamer. In two different events (Cyber and Smash Devils) and in a variety of OM daily chats he games with Levi as well as plays his recommended games (and Levia-chan gets his little scaly ass handed to him when they play!)

One of my favorite scenarios for them developing into a couple is that Levi finds out what an awesome sewist he is (HDD 2021 card "An Amazing Outfit for You" and Belphie's Plushie card are two examples) and is awestruck. "PLEASE teach me your techniques! What is your secret?!?" But Barbatos doesn't just teach him, he makes him things too! Costumes, does his Makeup, Props, plushies and food replication!

I headcanon that Barbatos takes Diavolo and Leviathan to conventions too, they could absolutely group cosplay. Barbatos is a gamer so we know they already chat and hang out online, and Barbatos has been to his room multiple times now so it's not implausible that they'd like to hang out 1 on 1 too. (In Otaku Podcast Mini Barbatos scares the shit out of him by how familiar he mades himself with Levi's room and the secret box he has) If LEVI lets someone not just touch his things and explore them (oop lol that sounds….) but lets him rearrange his things and even advise him on what to do about them you know that is some deep, deep, trust and approval. He admires him a lot too, he experiences jealousy and idolizes him too so we know that Levi already has strong feelings about him!!

I think that whenever Barbatos would show him approval or acknowledgement it would direct hit something deep inside him that is painfully wounded and mend a little crack in his heart. I think Levi needs to impress others, but won't admit it. He's too caught up in the "normies can kick rocks! Get rekt! I don't care what those people think!" but he obviously felt the pressure of Barbatos's expectations to a degree near that of Lucifer's because he was almost in tears from the stress of working with them (he chose them!) during Luke's Birthday in 2022. So I think making him proud of him or surpassing his expectations (Shrodinger's High/Low expectations lol) would be important to him. I don't really read Levi's (or anyone else's) romantic options and don't go out of my way to read his cards, so this is mostly based off of my interpretations from events and storylines. I don't feel confident in my characterization either. Somebody is going to hate on me for that some day. I can feel it.

Oh, but back to the topic. So they start hanging out in order to do sewing and that leads to talking about all kinds of things and warming up more. Levi is like, "Wait what?? You mean…he's not as intimidating and far above us as I thought???" Barbatos cooks for him whenever he gets hungry or has already prepared bentos and other anime themed foods and teaches him how to recreate/copycat for him too. So as they bond Levi accepts that he really is a friend of his and not just his big brother's coworker/the Royal Butler/Popular Guy and humoring him. He subtly starts to tell him about his interest in crossplaying too (Legendary Dame, HELLO~) and while that's not really something Levi HIDES (he did) that Barbatos responds positively and supportively (Diavolo too, he cosplayed RURI and Barbatos cosplayed Azuki-tan in support and to show their appreciation for Levi and his interests in the S2 Anime!)

So Levi dresses up and is all blushy and nervous and feeling excited and happy because he's just so COOL about this!? AND GIVES MAKEUP ADVICE THAT EVEN ASMO HADN'T KNOW??? (Dame card) And the first thing Barbatos does is tells him he looks cute and wears it well, he compliments his dress and makeup! (Or beautiful, depends on whether he's in a magical girl outfit or if he's cosplaying someone elegant like the Kuudere Elf Queen Seraphina)

So after this, one thing leads to another and Barbatos crossplays with him (He self vowed that Legendary Dame was never again, but I am going to just say that that doesn't mean he's banned from other elegant femme attire) Levi doki-dokis like crazy! So now he's down bad for Lady!Barbatos, "B-but that's just because of the character he's portraying, right?? I don't have a crush on my big brother's co-worker/the Royal Butler/The Popular Guy????"

Barbatos got so excited about sewing for MC and dressing MC up that not once, but twice he gets carried away and starts taking measurements or holding clothes up to their figure (promptly apologizes and then we can't even acknowledge it) So maybe that happens with Levi too and now that Levi has doki-dokis when Barbatos gets that close to him HORMONAL EXPLOSION~. "Ooooookay, that definitely isn't just because of the character he was cosplaying" lols anxiously

Where this goes is going to be non-specific because I love endless possibilities, but definitely gets intimate. Possibly the first time they get frisky is while in cosplay (Levi is like a teenage boy in a 30 year old body, I swear. And then you have Barbatos who pops off with those romantic and suggestive dialogues to tease like WHAAAAAAAT??? So, he would totally egg (lol unintended) him on and turn him into a flustered sweaty mess without even taking his own clothes off.) 70% probability of while couple cosplaying a yuri or yaoi ship, but they go all the way as themselves and after a barrier is overcome (Levi's self-esteem and his doubts about whether the person he's into is ACTUALLY? FOR REAL??? SERIOUS??? You're not just messing with me and going to humiliate me and then gloat about it because I'm a socially awkward otaku loser and you're a hot demon butler whose effortlessly perfect?) So it would be a combination of shame/comfort and hurt/comfort…maybe?

Their first anniversary gift from Barbatos would be a fully custom designed outfit for them to wear, there would be a necklace or other jewelry included in a hidden treasure way and it would have an engraved message on the back/inside along with a handwritten letter. Levi's would be a physical photo album with their cosplay adventures and outings/pilgrimages/foodie tours and one-day vacation photos with sweet notes and memories written on the backs of them. (I'm not very good at this type of romance tbh, but memories and keepsakes are important to them both)

On a side note they have SO MUCH KINK CHEMISTRY. Levi wants to be bullied, humiliated, called names and degraded? Barbatos is absolutely brutal with all of this, and probably has Dacryphilia to some extent (cough MAMMON) He would not be against-- on second thought this part got too explicit. [SNIP]

He would be creative at this in subtle ways, even during normal group conversations, that would leave Levi speechless and doki-doki'ing. On the flipside, Barbatos praises and shows his gratitude in significant ways so this would extend to intimate activities and he is a very attentive lover/dom who anticipates the needs of others so he would give Levi aftercare and approval tailored to each scene, "feed and water" him (Barbatos…why did you word it like that before?) and then tuck him into bed with a goodnight kiss. (Barbatos doesn't stay overnight of course. He has a Diavolo at home to think of after all and Diavolo is prone to mischief and misbehavior when he is away.) He would also discipline him and use a reward system that also subtly helps strengthen Levi's resilience and build his self-esteem.

Since I headcanon they both lay eggs (Barbatos is a salamander dragon Demon and Levi is a snake dragon) if Levi previously didn't go through that as an Angel (due to contrivances on my part) he would definitely be hiding that or in denial and Barbatos is observant as hell. That can lead to anywhere can't it ^^;

Well, now I'm embarrassed and idk how to sign off ;w; Oh wait, yes I do, Ballz! (inside joke)

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Yes. That's the title lol. I caved and made an Ada story! Only problem is it will be long, slow burn and will take a few chapters before Ada is even introduced. Sorry about that. Also, I've never written a love story before, so we'll see how it goes. This story will take place mostly in the resident evil games and is mostly written for female readers as I don't know how to write for others. I am cross posting on ao3 with the username RaineyDaysInRaccoonCity. NO MINORS! MATURE PEOPLE ONLY. I'm not writing smut (maybe) but still, 18+. I will put trigger warnings for the story. Enjoy!

TW: Violence, blood/gore, implied/reference sexual assault, murder/death, zombies, mentioned human experimentation, ect. It's a Resident evil fic, I would hope you would know what you're getting into.

Chapter 1:

Zombies.

Never, in all your 20 years of life so far, did you ever think that zombies could actually become a thing. Yet, here you were, dealing with said zombies.

September 28, 1998 is when shit really hit the fan in Raccoon City. Before that, there were sporadic attacks and strange happenings all over the city the last few weeks. People seemingly having random psychotic breaks and brutally attacking strangers, friends, and family members. They would tear into them with their teeth and kill them in the process. The news covered it, though they never truly went into depth about what was the cause of these "psychotic breaks".

Of course, you knew exactly how this all started. Let's start from the beginning of your part in this chaos.

—

It was the summer of 1998. You had graduated high school two years prior in 1996. You were not really sure of exactly what career you wanted to pursue, unlike your peers, who all seemed to have a plan on what to do for the rest of their lives. You just knew that you wanted to do something involving writing.

Writing wasn't exactly your life long passion. More of a current interest you had taken up in high school. You have had many hobbies throughout your life, nothing ever quite taking your mind hostage like reading did. Reading was always something you enjoyed, and when you were six, you had expressed to your parents about wanting to be a professional reader. But, according to them, that wouldn't pay the bills. They had wanted you to become something more. Like a doctor or lawyer. Something you have never had any interest in.

Writing only became an interest when you realized you needed a plan besides "professional reader". It was the closest you could get to reading without becoming a librarian and disappointing your parents too much. Granted, they weren't very happy with that career choice either. But you had given up wanting their approval for everything and flew the nest right after graduation.

Now, you still need to make money for your apartment, and for life in general. You desperately wanted to move on from your dead-end job at a fast food place that you had been working at for two years now. It was sucking the life, and the minimal joy you had left, away from you. College? Not an option. Nor were you interested in the lifelong debt attached to it. 

Running low on options, you had decided to apply to be a journalist's assistant. No one that you had applied for was really interested in having you, a relatively fresh high school graduate with minimal to no experience in any field involving the career, work for them. All except for one person.

Ben Bertolucci.

Ben was a freelance investigative journalist. He's a caucasian man who wore glasses and a ponytail, along with a goatee on his face. He had come to Raccoon city after hearing about the strange murders in Arklay County. He believed that there was something deeper going on, that there was something at work that was preventing the police from investigating further into these cases. Though after weeks of dead ends, he felt he needed a fresh pair of eyes to assist him on this.

Ben had seen the potential in you. Or so he had told you. He saw a drive in you that you hadn't even noticed in yourself. A need to do what was right by the civilians of Raccoon City and do whatever it took in the process to get there. Even if you'd put yourself in danger.

"That is exactly what I need for this project. Someone who wants to seek out injustice and expose it for what it really is. To show the civilians what's really happening behind all the red tape." Ben had said. You couldn't help but agree to the job. You had felt that something wasn't right in Raccoon City. And you really wanted to get to the bottom of it. 

That all started with Umbrella.

You had both spent your time bribing and blackmailing Umbrella employees to get your information. This helped you learn that Chief Brian Irons had been accepting bribes to work for Umbrella and help cover up whatever shady shit they had going on. One informant had also briefly mentioned the orphanage being connected with Umbrella. They had never mentioned exactly how, too afraid to reveal that information. 

That had filled you with dread. What could be so bad that they were afraid to say? You theorized that maybe those adoptions weren't actually adoptions. What they could have been doing to those kids, you didn't know. Now your curiosity had peaked, and you desperately needed answers.

All these bits and pieces of the puzzle were connecting, but nothing was giving you the bigger picture. Umbrella, Irons, orphanage, strange attacks and murders. All connected, but how and why exactly wasn't known. You needed more than just bits. You needed everything. 

So you both came up with a plan, Ben would investigate more on Irons, and you, Umbrella. An Umbrella employee had agreed to help get you in. He seemed to be out for a bigger profit than he gets working for Umbrella and wanted out. He didn't tell you exactly how he would be getting the bigger profit, and you weren't sure he was reliable, but you would cross that bridge when you came to it.

You're probably wondering, why did Ben get the "easier" end of investigation? Shouldn't he be attempting to infiltrate Umbrella, what with him having more experience?  Well, for one, Ben had already made a name for himself in Umbrella. His failed interview with Annette Birkin had put him on a list. 

Adding on to that, you both learned that not only was Irons sketchy with work and who he dealt with, he was also a major creep. Some women had expressed how he would make nasty, sexual, innuendos towards them and borderline harass them. He would get away with it all, of course. He was the Chief of police after all. A "hero" to the people of Raccoon City. He would never do such a thing.

Now, this was all from word of mouth. No physical evidence to prove it. But one person who had also, unfortunately, encountered Irons was Katherine Warren, daughter of the Mayor of Raccoon city. Her word you trusted, as she was your best friend, and now,  a secret lover of Ben's. 

-September 20th, 1998-

"Trust me, he is a disgusting man. Always looking at me with a hunger in his eyes that makes me nauseous. I can't tell if he wants to sleep with me or murder me." Katherine grimaced as she popped a fry in her mouth. Her pretty blonde hair was in a casual updo and her blue sweater was wrapped snugly against her pale skin, pulled up slightly at the sleeves to avoid ketchup stains.

The three of you were at a corner booth in a quiet and secure diner for lunch. A quaint little place you three liked to hang out at to hide away from the world. Katherine was sitting in the booth across from you and to the left of Ben, who had a protective arm around her shoulders and a sour look on his face.

You cringed from the way she described the man. "Why do you talk to him? He sounds awful." You asked as you reached for a french fry from her plate. 

"The only reason I interact with him is because of my father. He brings me to these charity parties and Irons is always there. I have to play nice." She smacked your grabby hand away from her plate. You playfully pouted and took a bite of your garden salad that you now regret getting after looking at those fries. Kathrine eventually took pity on you and allowed you to take a few fries from her plate as Ben chuckled at the scene, briefly forgetting the topic at hand.

"Bottom line, it's best you stay away, Y/n. You're a young, attractive woman and you are bound to make it on to Irons radar rather than around it. Ben might have better luck sneaking around for whatever you two are looking for. I really don't want you getting his attention." Kathrine finished.

She didn't have an in-depth idea of what you two were doing. She just knew it was big, and potentially dangerous, if things were to go south. But she was happy to help however she could for her best friend and boyfriend.

Ben and you shared a solemn glance, agreeing with that statement. You'd only attract attention. He'd be better with dealing with Irons in this scenario. He would have to be careful, what with Umbrella having put him on the watch list.

"Alright, looks like I might get the harder job huh?" You weakly joked to the two.

"I'm not worried. I have faith in you, Y/n." Ben grinned.

"That makes one of us." This was a lot. You weren't sure if you would be able to make it into Umbrella's secret lab and get data without getting caught. There was a lot at stake here, and you couldn't let anyone down.

"Two of us. I believe in you too." Kathrine added, reaching forward to grab your hand over the table in comfort. She's sweet. Sometimes too sweet. Makes you think that she doesn't deserve this corrupted world around her. 

"You've got this. Come on, Y/n. You've helped me get so far on this case in the last few months than I ever would have on my own. I chose you to help me because I saw your potential. And you have yet to disappoint me. If anyone can do this, it's you." Ben said seriously. He stared you right in the eye, wanting you to know that he meant every word of what he said. 

Ben knew you suffered from serious self doubt and that you always thought you did everything wrong. He thought that it might have come from your childhood. When he became not only your employer, but your friend as well, he had set out to make you get rid of that habit. He and Katherine combined had been making some progress in that.

You sighed, "Alright. I can do this." Still not convinced.

"Okay, progress. Now I want you to repeat that back to me again, but this time make it more believable. You need to believe in yourself." He said, gesturing at you to repeat yourself.

"Really? You're giving me a therapy lesson right now?" 

"Yes. When's a better time? It's now or never. Now, go on."

You looked at Katherine in disbelief, but she just nodded as she bit her lip, trying not to laugh. You looked back at Ben, who just raised a brow.

"I can do this." You muttered quietly but firmly.

"Louder."

"I can do this." You said louder. Not loud enough to attract other attention, but enough to satisfy both Ben and Katherine.

"That's what I like to hear." Ben grinned dorkily. You couldn't help but burst out laughing at his face, Katherine joining with a bright smile on her face.

Little did you three know, this would be the last time you would all sit in this diner together. 

-September 22nd, 1998-

Infiltrating Umbrella really shouldn't have been easy. It really shouldn't have. But all you needed was a guest pass. Which is interesting considering this place was supposed to be secret. What kind of guests are coming to a secret lab?

You were dressed in black dress pants, a short sleeved white shirt, a dark navy blue buttoned up cardigan and black flats. You also had your backpack full of essentials. Your notebook, pencils, water bottle, flashlight, granola bar and a flash drive.

When you arrived, your informant told you that this place was called NEST.

NEST was constructed fairly recently and ran along the Arklay mountains not far from Raccoon City, sitting directly underneath the Umbrella Chemical Plant. Tunnels were throughout and around the city, giving different access points in and out. It was built sometime in 1991. For what, you may be wondering? 

Well, your informant told you that the main reason it was built was to expand research on something called the G-virus. The G-virus being the main reason. Although research on the G-virus wasn't the only thing Umbrella was working on.

To get more information, you and your informant and temporary partner in crime, Frederic Downing, had to get to level B5F, where the G-virus research was taking place. The problem was security was tight, with a security office sitting closely to the lab to keep the research safe.

"The first security team goes on break in ten minutes. Once they exit that door, we have exactly three minutes before the second team comes to replace them." Downing said once he got you near, but hidden enough, to the entrance of the level. 

"Right, that should hopefully be enough time to get information on the G-virus and whatever else I can store on this flash drive then get out, right?" You questioned the British man, holding the drive tightly in your hand. 

"Yes. Umbrella's technology is state of the art and speedy, but weak to certain hacker offenses from the inside. You should get by no problem as long as you've got the overdrive code your friend gave you. You have it? " He asked.

Friend is a loose term, more acquaintance. You helped him out a while ago and, conveniently, he just so happened to owe you a favor. You needed his hacking skills and he pulled through by giving you a fool proof passcode to get through any firewall easy peasy.

You pulled out a notebook that was full of notes and the passcode out of your backpack. You were worried that the backpack would attract attention, but Downing had said there were many students that Umbrella felt had potential that visited the NEST from time to time. He was right. He vouched for you at the entrance security and you were in like that.

You flipped to the page. "Right here." You said, holding up the page.

"Alright. In six minutes, we're a go." But just as he had finished that sentence, alarms started going off. His face paled with obvious worry.

"What? What the hell does that mean?" I questioned anxiously.

"The Hunter R test subjects were released." He looked at the door and quickly pulled you down to a hiding spot as it slid open.

You both watched as the security team, donning guns, ran out and down the opposite way from where you both were hiding. 

You waited until the hall was cleared before standing. 

"What are Hunter R's?" You questioned, pen in hand ready to write it down. You're worried, but your job is to get any information down. Danger be damned.

"You'll find out one way or another. Either by the flash drive we're about to get or by encountering them. Let's hope it isn't the latter." He quickly ran to the door with you in tow, placing his bracelet near the chip reader, making it beep and open.

He quickly beacons you to follow him down a long hall. He gets you to one of the computers in a room across from Birkins lab, just out of sight in case he was still there.

"Do what you need to. Fast. I'll take watch." He does as he said, standing near the door to watch for any signs of movement.

You quickly get to work, putting the flash drive in the slot and typing the passcode into the computer. The sirens blaring in your ear drums and ricocheting through your head. You're going to have a migraine at this rate.

The code worked, you're in. You quickly begin to type in the command code, making any document, file, and anything else useful store itself into the flash drive. As it does so, you take the time to skim through the files, looking through keywords you might recognize. Good thing you're a fast reader.

Orphanage. Oh god. This was worse than you and Ben had thought it was. Far worse.

They weren't adopted. Far from it. They were taken from Umbrella and used for experiments. Raccoon City's very own chief of police covering it up. The man who swore to protect the civilians. Figures.

Progenitor virus. The basis for all viruses Umbrella have developed or are developing.

T-virus. Or the Tyrant virus. Likely the cause of some the random psychotic breaks and attacks. It can sustain its host near death. So only those alive can get infected. The virus mutates and kills the host in the process.

G-virus. Or Golgotha or God virus. What Birkin has been working on. Like the T-virus, it causes rapid mutation and aggression to whomever is infected with it. But unlike the T-virus, it can reanimate dead tissue.

And- oh, that's what the Hunter R's are…There's a whole list of Umbrella's creations. This is horrific.

What kind of people can just experiment on children, on people, and not bat an eye? Umbrella has been testing and genetically altering viruses. Creating things that should only exist in horror movies. 

But why? What's the motive?

"Hurry up, Y/n!" Downing told you.

From what you've gathered, Umbrella has created these viruses, mutating animals and people. But why? Oh. Their goal is to develop the ultimate weapons. Bio Organic Weapons. To get the upper hand in wars by replacing the military with monsters.

How much was the United States government aware of what's going on here? You didn't know. But you figured they had some knowledge. And that Umbrella may have some insiders within the government pulling strings and making decisions.

"Y/n! Let's go!" Downing was nervous. Rightfully so. You take note of the sirens having stopped.

You needed to get out of there. You finished storing and saving everything and grabbed the flash drive, shoving it down your front, right, dress pants pocket to make sure it was secure. You toss your notebook back into your backpack and quickly put it on.

"Alright. Come on." You said, speedily meeting him at the door. 

But as you are about to leave, you stumble upon a scene. You noticed a team of four men, armed with combat gear and machine guns. They were surrounding a blonde man you know as William Birkin, who was carrying a briefcase protectively. You quickly pull Downing to a crouch and hide out of sight.

"Doctor Birkin, you'll come along with us quietly." One of the armed men said.

"You think I didn't know you were coming? This is my life's work! I'm not handing over anything!" Birkin exclaimed.

"We have our orders, Dr. Birkin. I'll ask you one more time…" The man said.

Birkin paused, looking at the four men who had their guns pointed at him, before deciding. 

It all happened so fast. Birkin attempted to grab his hand gun from his side when one man quickly fired his gun at him. Birkin collapsed to the ground, filled with bullet holes and becoming surrounded by a pool of his own blood. You put a hand over your mouth to muffle any sounds of shock that might escape, still hidden with Downing and watching the scene unfold.

"Stop! Hold your fire!" The man yelled.

The shooting stopped and a silence filled the air. One man goes over to check if Birkin was alive. Dead.

"What the fuck were you thinking? Our orders were to bring him in alive!" The man exclaimed to the man who shot Birkin. He sighed and turned to talk to someone on what you assumed was a comm.

"We're in sir. But we had a snafu. Target resisted, we had to take him out." He paused. "That's correct, sir… Roger that. Just the samples then." He finished. 

One of the men grabbed the breif case and they turned to head out.

"Let's move." The man said.

The men leave and you slowly walk out of your hiding place. Downing quickly rushed around the lab to find something. Turning over drawers and papers.

"What are you doing?" You questioned.

"Earning a bigger profit." He grinned as he found what he was looking for. He held up a vial of something and your eyes widened.

"Is that…is that the G-virus?" You asked.

"A version of it, yes. A small sample. But it will make me a handsome fortune on the black market." He pocketed the vial and went to leave.

"Wait! You can't just take it and sell it! You know how dangerous it is!" You exclaimed. He nodded in agreement.

"Which is why it will make me rich. You got what you wanted. I got what I wanted. I think this is where we part ways, dear. Bye now." He said as he rushed out of the room. You'll end up lost in this place without him.

"Wai-" you started to follow but stopped when you saw Birkin twitch. You notice an empty vial next to him and gasp. You slowly backed away toward a wall to his right as he stood up and faced the exit the men had left through, nearly bumping into a blonde woman who looked at the scene with shock.

You make eye contact with the woman and her eyes flashed with confusion before shaking her head and facing Birkin. Judging by a photo you saw on his desk and from what Ben told you, you can assume this is Annette Birkin.

You stood slightly behind the woman and out of his line of sight. He panted as he glared at the exit angrily.

"What have you done?" Annette gasped to her husband.

"G is my creation!" He wailed. He started to pant and grunt in pain, something within him shifting. He walked toward the exit and his wife quickly ran and grabbed the gun on the floor next to the puddle of blood. He grunted in pain and she pointed the gun at him.

"William!" She exclaimed. She seemed desperate for any sign of recognition within him.

He continued walking to the exit, grunting and panting, ignoring his wife. She looked to be considering shooting him, but she just put the gun down after a moment of consideration. 

You watched wide eyed as he left after the soldiers, beginning to mutate into this grotesque being, lab coat ripping as his body grew and his right arm begging to form into this rotted, muscular limb with a yellow eyeball attached. That must be where he injected the G-virus.

"Who are you?" Annette Birkin asked. You turned to look at her and saw her gun was pointed at you. You quickly put your hands up.

"No one! Literally no one. I was just passing through." You told her. She didn't seem to believe you though.

"I won't ask you again, who are you? And why are you here?" She asked, lifting the gun higher.

You had to come up with something on the spot. So why not rat out the bastard who ditched you before getting you out of here.

"Downing! You know Downing?" You asked. She nodded for you to continue. "Well, he brought me here to show off his workplace. Thought it would impress me enough to get me to sleep with him. He ditched me after taking something from that drawer when that guy was bleeding out on the ground." You explained. Well, it was the partial truth.

She seemed to have believed you, or just didn't care enough to have you explain more, and sighed. "Was it shaped like a vial?" She questioned.

"Yeah, like those." You nodded as you pointed to the empty glass vials on the desk.

"Damn it!" She exclaimed in frustration. She lowered the gun away from you. You slowly relaxed your arms and backed away a single step. Annette ran a hand over her tired eyes, seemingly in disbelief over all the shit that has gone wrong in a single night. 

You two stood there for a minute, silence deafening as you took a moment to gather your thoughts. You hesitantly step forward.

"Look, ma'am, I really want to get out of here. I don't really know where I am. Any chance you can help?" You asked her. She turned to look and study your features, seeming to have an internal debate, before sighing once more and nodding.

"Of course. We were put in lock down briefly, but the exits should still be accessible. You have a gun?" She asked you. You shook your head no. You're a reporter's assistant. So definitely not.

She walked over to a drawer and pulled it open, shuffled through it for a moment, before pulling out a small pistol and three ammo magazines. She walked back over and handed you the gun and ammo.

"Here, it's already loaded. Each magazine had ten bullets in them. You know how to use it?" She asked. You shook your head once more. Again. Reporter's assistant.

She quickly went over gun safety 101. How to reload. How to use the safety button. Make sure that you're pointing away from yourself when you pull the trigger. Everything seemed pretty straight forward. The aiming will depend on you. 

"Alright. Follow me and try to keep up. I will not stop for you if you fall behind." Annette said.

You nodded in understanding and followed her out of the room and into the hallways. You made sure to keep somewhat of a distance and observe your surroundings. Blood occasionally smeared throughout the hallways. You watched for the labels on the walls and for any potential monster running at you with the intent to kill.

You and Annette make it to a long hallway, the lights being broken make the whole area dark. You slowed to a stop. Two bodies of former scientists lay bloodied and bruised on the ground in the middle of the hall. Bones were snapped in half and poked out in awkward directions. Deep scratch marks littered their bodies and gory bite marks their necks. Likely the finishing move of whatever killed them. Upon closer inspection, you also noticed another dead body in shredded combat gear, much like the men you saw before. He had two grenades on the floor next to him. One was a flash, the other a normal hand grenade.

"The exit is just through this way. We'll have to be quiet and keep a watchful eye out." Annette whispered. You nodded in agreement, lifting your gun with the safety off along with Annette, and slowly walked into the room.

Your eyes had to slowly adjust to the dark the deeper you went down the hall. The flashlight you packed was still in your backpack. You noticed a bright red exit sign not far from the direction Annette was leading you toward. You stood a few feet behind her as she led the way. As you step besides the armed, dead man, you hear a growl from the opened closet door up ahead to the right of Annette.

She froze, gun down and still facing the exit, too afraid to move. 

The growling continued. You, out of sight of the closet in front of you with gun in hand, slowly crouched down to the body in combat gear, left hand moving to grab the flash and hand grenade.

You place the hand grenade in your cardigan pocket, before grabbing the flash grenade next. You slowly pulled the pin out with your teeth, growling continuing while Annette stood still, and prepared to throw. 

You slowly take a step forward. Stopped, aimed, and quickly rolled the flash grenade through the door as the growling turned to screeching. You ran to Annette and pushed her away from the door and toward the exit. You both stumbled as the grenade let off a loud bang and bright flash, briefly blinding you both. 

You quickly recovered and pushed Annette through the door, shutting it behind you. She jogged ahead to a ladder and started climbing up, the ladder leading to the outside world.

You ran right behind her, but stopped when you heard screeching from behind the door you had just come from. You turned and saw the door rattling and made a decision. You ran up to the ladder as Annette finally made it through the hole in the ceiling. You climbed as fast as you could as the door rattling became more and more intense.

You just make it through the hole and to solid ground when the door bursts open. You grabbed the grenade, pulled the pin with your teeth, turned, and threw it down the hole. 

The grenade immediately exploded. Causing the ladder and bits of the hall to fall apart. The monster shrieked in pain as debris fell on it, making the ladder and exit unusable. 

Annette quickly shut the hatch to the hole and locked it up. You sat on the ground as you gasped for air, out of breath from all the action that just happened. You glanced around at your surroundings and realized you're in a secluded alleyway somewhere in the city. You looked at your watch and saw that it was an hour after midnight. September 23rd.

Annette stood up, "You need to get out of here. Get out of the city if you can. Things are about to get real messy. It's best if you stay away." She turned and walked away without saying anything further.

You debated on whether or not to follow her, but decided that you should follow the plan and meet up with Ben at the Apple Inn to share what you learned.

You sighed, standing up and dusting off your dirtied cardigan. You walked out of the alley and realized where you were, beginning your trek to the Inn Ben was staying at.

[hoboblaidd]

Elvhen terms of endearment (everyone thank @weptduty )

Now that we have a nice little selection of Elvhen terms of endearment, a few thoughts on which ones Solas uses and who he directs them at. He might refer to a single person by several of these, depending on the depth of feeling in the moment. I'm not adding the gendered terms but they're used as appropriate.

Vhenan (my heart): Vhenan does not have to be romantic, it’s akin to agape.

1. Romanced Lavellan - romantic. 2. Mythal - he wouldn't use it as romantic for Mythal, but it conveys the depth of his feeling. He was her companion spirit, they were bonded beyond normal kinship. Uses it less and less as the apotheosis nears.

Varethlin (literally "promise-kin", intimate - meaning kinship founded on a personal / private oath - @weptduty literally invented this word, bow before Pal)

1. Landalen 2. Felassan

Hah'ren (respected elder; respected teacher). It's rare that he ever uses this, but I can see it happening for a wise elf he grows to respect and learn from (honestly Eldrin springs to mind if they ever met). But generally he usually uses this as a playful insult. Case in point:

1. Felassan - sarcastic but affectionate, used when Solas is being cheeky, so 60% of the time. 2. Anaris - derogatory, used to annoy the shit out of him.

Lethallin (friend, kin): Our first branching definition/use - first, someone who is or is like close kin/familial. Second, a positive way to refer to a friend. Third, towards someone who is an elf but only acknowledging their shared kinship.

1. A high-approval, non-romanced Lavellan - approval status changes the meaning from "friend" to "kin". 2. Abelas - closer to "brother" than the more general "kin", but still distant as of Inquisition. 3. Hulwen - mostly as "friend", but it packs a bit more meaning since Hulwen is struggling with and exploring his elven heritage. 4. Elgar'nan - used as a pejorative; essentially, it reduces Elgar'nan to just another Firstborn elf.

Da'len (little one; child): Our second branching definition/use. First and most obvious, to a literal child. Second, as one might refer to a pupil or a younger person who is beloved when he's in the role of a teacher or parental figure. Third, derogatory. Essentially, 'you are acting like a child.' He will hit someone with a "da'len" if he thinks they're being incredibly naive.

1. Nanna - pupil (at first), but now, daughter. More "little one" than "child." Not meant to disparage or insinuate she's childlike, it's more like she's his child. Nanna also has the rare honor of being one of the few non-elves he calls Lethallan. 2. Low approval elven Inquisitor - not all the time, just when he's in the middle of an argument with them. Used as an insult. 3. Elf Rook - derogatory lol. Not all the time, but since all Rooks start at like -100 approval, he'll throw it in for flavor more than he would for a low approval Inquisitor. Only used when he's being an asshole (and in DATV to Rook, that's 95% of the time). 4. Mihris - perfect example of da'len as an insult. He's chiding her in Elvhen for acting superior towards him.

As for how he's referred to, it's entirely dependent on the muse. In general, the greeting of respect he usually gets from the Titan Wars through to the Veil is just "Wolf." It becomes more of a prayer than a nickname the closer to the Veil, which he hates.

In Inquisition, aside from someone like Nanna, it's probably rare that he's called "hahren" in the teaching capacity, because while he does impart wisdom, it's in less of a teaching posture. Some of the city elf Skyhold servants call him "hahren" because he's in a similar role to the elders of the alienages as their quasi-advocate, but he discourages that. Frankly, I think he likes just being called "Solas." It's been a long time since he could just be that.

[chopzoe]

Since I've already have a list for fem! Levi, here are my headcanons for Erwin you rascals, which is completely not late to the game at all lmao [List in progress]

naughty:

- average length and girth tbh (still big for Levi)

- Bi king, says he doesn't have a preference

- He prefers to be more receiving when it comes to an4l sex

- loves to suck Levi's cock/eat her pussy like it's a meal

- falls in love easily but is realistic about it

- his libido is rather low and most of the time he would just snuggle but Levi gets him every time lol

- he gets hard(er) when Levi grabs or slaps his ass, it's like a switch for him

general (canonverse and {modern} au):

- he is pretty minimalistic when it comes to owning stuff except for books which probably could fill up a room alone

- speaking of books, he mostly reads non-fiction but you could find some history/fantasy stuff as well

- he is very generous and his friends and colleagues sometimes joke about how they feel like he's their grandma bc he's is always the one to hand you money and food/snacks

- he has a silly dad joke type of humour

- he tends to get tired when drinking

- he doesn't vomit when he's got too much and rather sits in the corner or lies sprawled across a surface of choice to the point he appears dead and it freaks people out when they don't know

- in fact someone called the ambulance/medics once and when they got there Erwin just stood up like I'm fine who's hurt??

- always cooks too much and has no conception of rational amounts and it drives Levi crazy sometimes (who is gonna eat all that???)

modern au/specifically for my ff a child and a cat:

- his parents are divorced and he lived with his mother until he graduated from school

- he moved out from home pretty early when he was about 17 and shared a flat with Mike (omg they were roommates)

- he always had the better relationship with his father

- unfortunately, his mother doesn't approve of Levi which has caused a strain on the relationship between her and Erwin

- he was in therapy when his father died and occasionally still has some moments of depression but he can manage

- his father died in a car accident on the way to work bc the other driver ran a red light

- he loves dogs but cats grew on him as well since he started dating Levi and it's gotten to the point where he stops in his tracks whenever he sees a cat lmao

- has been in a chess club in school and even took part in tournaments

- he is tech savvy

-his favourite colour is purple

[dearest-and-nearest]

And how about you? Do you have any headcanons for Glassred as a companion?

Hehehe

There are also a lot, so mostly under cut xdd

First of all, I headcanon she's mute for all act 1 and half of act 2 (until Isobel vs Marcus), because of brain injuries (it has nothing with Bhaal, just Orin damaged her brain), so all dialogues with her are close to Christine from dlc to fallout new vegas: narrator describes her gestures, maybe mimic and you roll insight checks to guess what she wants to express (so if you have low wisdom, just like her, your conversation will be... fun)

I'm not sure about her recruiting and how it would be. Probably finding her near her pod and convince her to come with you (something close to what we do with Scratch and Owlbear, lol), after that you can find her in camp. Glass is mostly sleeping far from others (and it's not like companions are against it), and banters with her are close to mabari in dao, because she's just like him can't talk, but understands everything.

In terms of approval... she's Morrigan, lol. I mean she approves everything bad just because it's funny and no matter is it rational or not (which differs her from Minthara, whose much more practical) and will disapproval any good thing you'll do no matter what is it, helping tieflings or not selling Mayrina to Ethel (and you can even take both girl and power, Glassred doesn't care, she will disapprove you because she's a bitch)

Killing Isobel is very important to her and she will join Marcus if you'd decide to protect her. If let her kill Isobel, Glassred will thank you (and kiss. You don't have to romance her to get that, lol) through gestures and on next morning she will start to speak and get slayer ability.

The thing that will make her attack your party is either not letting her duel Orin and not letting her speak with Gortash to know more about her past (and break the alliance before she will have her arm fixed). If you decide to attack Gortash, she will immediatly join him in fight. But that's ways to make her aggressive. She may also leave more... peacefully (not attacking anyone and sending letter in epilogue with basically "you're weakling, idiot and I don't respect you. wanna join saving Gortash?")

Of course, she will leave on the low approval, but she can also leave if you try to either talk her out accepting Bhaal or into it. In the last one she will also say how she despise you and every one in your party before leaving. She will not accept Bhaal anyway, no matter what player says, it's solid, but Glassred is very nervous about her own agency and any attempt to mess with it makes her cautious at the best.

There are a lot more, but I feel like it's already big enough post and sorry for that, I just really like to talk about her xddd

[eviebyme]

hi bestie !!! if you're still doing mtl requests please could you do mtl to date a plus size person for ateez/stray kids <3 thank youuu

Thanks for your request💕! I just want to say I believe all body sizes are beautiful and worthy of love - and this is solely my opinion based mostly on their Astro charts. Also, I wrote only for ateez, if you want stray kids please request again ☺️. Lemme know what you think! :3

Ateez mtl to date a plus sized person

Most

Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Jongho

Yeosang

Mingi

Yunho

Wooyoung

San

Least

I firmly believe Hongjoong prefers plus sized women (😤). He is attracted to femininity and sexuality, and a plus sized woman encapsulates this for him. A woman’s curves not only really turns him on, but he thinks a woman’s body is majestic and would love to gaze upon his partners body with admiration. Seonghwa is a bit more crude lol. He thinks plus sized women are incredibly sexy and prefers sex with chubbier women.I don’t necessarily think he would seek out a plus sized partner, but it is a plus if they are (no pun intended 😉). Honestly, he just likes something to grab onto. Oh and also - he LOVES a woman who can EAT (not necessarily exclusive to plus sized women- but thought I should note).

Jogho doesn’t fall in love with his eyes. He really needs to get to know someone before gaining feelings for them. As long as someone has a warm personality and a good heart, their appearance doesn’t really matter. Jongho can see past superficial physical attributes and appreciate the beauty within. In fact body size is one of the LEAST important factors to him. Yeosang is similar, however, he acknowledges your physical looks, and accepts you for them. Physical attraction is one of the most important aspects in a relationship for him, but he is able to find beauty in almost anything. If he cares for someone, their inner beauty will be reflected on their outside. Mingi is the last of the “no preference group”. Body type isn’t important to him, it’s all about fashion and attitude. Anyone can be fierce, and that ferocity is the initial attribute that attracts him. Mingi loves a baddie y’all, whether they are plus sized or not- he really doesn’t care, just be sexy.

Yunho is an active guy, and would want his partner to share an active lifestyle with him. Although a plus sized person can definitely be fit, he will have a certain body image in mind when thinking of good health. He will love his partner deeply, but will constantly offer advice for a healthy lifestyle - but it’s mostly a reminder to himself (and a bit overbearing). Wooyoung is a bit more superficial, but only because he believes he has a reputation to upkeep. If he is dating someone he knows that they have to be approved by his family and fit into his lifestyle. Now I don’t know his family situation, but I am only placing him low because I believe he will be more careful when picking a partner and would prefer that person to fit a standard- bc it would just make his life easier. I put San last because he would want to date some exactly like him: active, fit, model-esque. This is just a preference and our boy wears his heart on his sleeve so there’s no telling - but like Wooyoung, he would want his partner to fill a certain standard so he can show them off. Dating someone with a similar lifestyle just makes things easier for him, not necessarily better.

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