#otp: in the chasms

[valerieofavonlea]

I'm still here btw

[amoaliquis]

Finally on my laptop. Now we gone start pulling out these drafted posts. I mean damn.

Warning: HERE THERE BE OPINIONS. THIS IS STRICTLY ONE MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE BASED ON MY POINT OF REFERENCE. SO FUCKIN' CHILL AND REMEMBER I LOVE YOU.

Let's talk Emmrich Romance.

First, allow me to preface this with the very clear understanding that I DO court our lovely Necromancer and Psychagogue. As a matter of fact, I have romanced him several times with my non-main Rook: Keres Ingellvar (above). [Lucanis and Senka de Riva are my fucking hot ass OTP for this game.] Keep in mind that this is NOT a reflection of his characterization. At all. Emmrich is a lovely man, full of empathy, kindness, and wisdom. [Shush Solavellans. We can't go one second without thinking of our Wolf, can we? I love you all. /grin.]

Now, on to a simple take: I feel that Emmrich is far outside of Rook's league. So very far that there seems a vast metophorical chasm that cannot be bridged... and to me, it is obviously by design. Yes, the writers wanted to highlight the age gap as part of Emmrich's fear of his own mortality, and also the very real insecurity of being older that anyone would face in his situation. This makes sense and is logical as well as understandable.

So, why is it hard for me to really delve into this romance? Simply: the age gap as it is presented in the game. Rook is hard to envision as being remotely capable of anything other than a jarring level of immaturity which is preset by the limitations and constraints of how the player can interact on a romantic level with Emmrich. In their desire to highlight the age gap, it seems the writers went too hard in one direction and wound up infantizing Rook to a degree. (Favorite color, anyone?)

The fact that it is easy to HC my Senka de Riva as older is because she actually seems to be. With Keres (above), I just can't get her there no matter how many mental hoops I jump through. [And I LOVE the Mourn Watch and any Ingellvar. Maybe I should play one who doesn't romance anyone.]

All of that to say this: Based on those differences, I have to think that for any Rook who romances the dapper Emmrich, you are shoehorned into having to be somewhere around the age of twenty-five. It's frustrating for me because I cringe when she speaks. Like, honey, did you really just say that?

Talk dirty to me, baby.

[the-silver-chronicles]

2025 Year Of The OTP February Prompts: "You're Mine" [Boa Lurking In The Bliss]

Tagging @imogenkol @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @aceghosts @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @raresvtm @josephseedismyfather @noodlecupcakes @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @adelaidedrubman @derelictheretic @icecutioner @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @yokobai and @seedsplease + anyone else who'd like to join.

February Prompts based on this Year Of The OTP fandom event as well as something for Valentines Day. Tackling the following prompts: Valentines Day, "It made me think of you", Bed Sharing & Mind Control/Break.

Sharing the February Oneshot here, but alternatively can be found on my AO3 here. I suppose this will count as one of my major contributions to Faithbruary (despite the fact I'm doing this for the other months too).

Unlike January's oneshot Our Love, this Faithbruary oneshot You're Mine includes a content warning for dubious consent for kissing, mostly due to use of Bliss.

Anyway, you can read the oneshot below the cut or on my AO3 above. Enjoy!:

Title: You’re Mine

Series: The Silver Chronicles (Far Cry 5)

Pairing: Boa Lurking In The Bliss (Silva Omar/Faith Seed)

Prompts: February – Valentine’s Day, “It made me think of you”, Bed Sharing & Mind Control/Break.

Genre: Fluff but really Dark Angst.

CW: Mildly dubious consent for a kiss (Standard procedure with use of Bliss). The horrifying use of Bliss on a person. Obsession and possessiveness from Faith Seed.

Words: 2,623

In the unconscious chasm of sleep, Silva stirred upon feeling the familiar sensation of heat washing over her skin.

Though her eyes were heavy, she pushed herself through the tiredness to open them, undeterred by the brightness above. The sun seemed to be intense today.

Awakening, she stretched on the soft silk sheets of the queen-sized bed, the large blanket drifting down to reveal she was wearing a pyjama button-up shirt and shorts. She didn’t remember putting such clothing on yesterday, but the night before had been more or less a blur to Silva, so it wasn’t anything she should focus on.

Rubbing at her face, she paused when she noted her gloves weren’t on, her sensitive hands feeling tingly under the soft gaze of the sun. Her dark hair, usually braided into one tail, was also undone, allowing her long dark hair to flow behind her.

She furrowed her brows at that until her attention was turned towards an additional weight on the bed.

Her train of thought was swiftly forgotten as she focused on the beautiful mujer sitting on the edge of the bed, still ethereal in the white dress she wore. Her flowing light brown hair that reached a little over her shoulders was a majestic sight, but what captivated Silva most her alluring green eyes.

And when her lips quirked up into a content smile, Silva could feel her heartbeat quicken, and the fog on her mind felt heavier.

Faith was here.

When did she get here? Where is here?

The unprompted thought brought confusion, though she didn’t get to focus on it when Faith stated, “You’re finally awake.”

Silva blinked, and felt herself return a smile as she pushed herself up, sitting up against the bed’s head.

Her eyes briefly trailed to the surrounding foliage, mist with a green hue surrounding familiar white flowers. The logic of it baffled Silva, but she elected to ignore it in favor of a reply.

“I haven’t had a goodnight rest like that in ages,” she said, her grey eyes taking in Faith’s form before her, “How long was I out?”

How did I get here?

The thought repeated, and Silva felt something at the edge of her mind.

The crackling of gunfire. The blare of speakers playing soothing music. Eyes hurting, tears welling. Inhaling sweetness-

“Just a couple hours,” Faith answered, scooting closer to Silva with… a tray of freshly baked steaming bread and a cup of tea. She was surprised she didn’t notice Faith holding it sooner, but with a growl from her stomach, Silva’s priorities shifted from questioning to eating.

Silva rationalized she hadn’t fully woken up yet, hence why she didn’t notice the food Faith was holding. Even if she didn’t believe that herself. What’s going on with me-

Faith pushed the tray into Silva’s hands, forcing the dark-haired woman to shift concentration on not spilling anything onto herself or the bed.

“You had such a rough night though, you’ll probably need more rest for the celebration,” Faith mentioned, observing Silva settle the tray onto her own lap and breaking the hot bread in half.

“Celebration?” Silva raised a brow at that, taking a bite out of the softness of the hot bread. She resisted the urge to hum in contentment, not long before devouring it fully.

Faith only smiled in response, waving away the question, “Nothing to think about. It’ll be a long while until then. Leaves plenty of time for us…”

Silva had just picked up the teacup when she noticed the purr in Faith’s voice. She noted how Faith twirled a stand of light brown hair, her green eyes on the other woman with a familiar intensity of emotion.

“Us?” Silva repeated the distinctly emphasized word in a soft murmur, her tone inquiring while she looked away from Faith’s beautiful face. The use of that word accompanied by Faith’s behavior held an implication that only made her heart pump faster, so she took a sip from the all too sweet tea.

Not helped by Faith’s coy smile (was it coy? Or was it sly?). Nor how she reached her hand out to caress Silva’s cheek… and cupped her face…

The sweetness burned in her lungs. She knew she was a goner. She could already feel lighter-

“You know what today is, Silva?” Faith asked with a tilt of her head, keen to observe all of Silva’s expressive reactions.

Silva tried to remember if she even knew the answer. The days all kind of blur together ever since-

“February 14th,” Faith stated, taking the teacup from her hands and returning it to the tray, removing it from Silva’s lap to place it aside on the sheets, making room for her to shuffle closer to Silva on the bed.

However, Silva had a spark of familiarity with the specific date that distracted her from Faith’s enfolding approach.

“Got a special someone to spend some lovin’ on tomorrow, Dep?” asked the gruff, scratchy voice of one of the Guns. The flame-throwing one.

A brief panicked thought erupted in her mind, Why can’t I remember his name? I should know his name! Isn’t it-?!

“Valentines Day,” Silva muttered to herself, the thoughts gone in favor of realizing the day’s significance. She tried to claw on to that memory… the memory of a name, now too blurry to make out what the words were, but just as quickly as it came, it slipped from her grasp. Her eyes returned to Faith when she realized the other woman was straddling her.

In her hazy mind, Silva still recognized the proximity was an intimate gesture that she knew could only be shared between amantes. She remembered sharing her personal space with Irene before-

“I got something for you,” Faith softly told Silva, face ever closer, the smell of citruses invading her nose, strong enough to make her head dizzy. There wasn’t much distance between their faces, nor their lips; a dangerous thought whispered that, if Silva just inched more closer, she could probably capture Faith’s lips in her own.

…Wait, no! I can’t be thinking about kissing Faith Seed! She’s my en-!

Faith pulled out something from behind her, bringing it up between them; it was a small gift box, it’s size fitting on Faith’s palm.

Silva, with an odd hesitance, lightly took the little gift from Faith. There was an Eden’s Gate cross was drawn on the top of it.

The last thing she recalled before her consciousness fell into the familiar sweet darkness was how the dreaded cross looked down on her with a judgement as ferocious as the surrounding flames.

“Open it,” Faith encouraged, a wide and excited smile on her face.

Silva shook away the unprompted visage; somewhere in her mind echoed its insignificance. She followed Faith’s instruction, opening the little box’s lid to reveal-

A bracelet?

That was Silva’s initial thought, considering its design. It looked like a small grey python coiled around, poised to strike. It appeared to be made of a kind of special leather, one she’d expect to find at the Seed’s Ranch.

That thought provoked a glimpse of a familiar bearded man wearing a blue shirt and vest, his grin manic while holding a bloodied screwdriver.

Her hand went to her chest, where the skin had once been exposed. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the sweet and citrus air that put her at ease, she refocused her attention back onto the bracelet.

Inspecting it closer, she noted that it was a bit wide to be a bracelet and came to another conclusion.

“Is it a… choker?” she asked Faith, mildly curious on what compelled Faith to gift her this.

The light brunette stifled a snicker, uncharacteristic of the woman that Silva knew. Or thought she knew…

Regardless, Faith decided to correct Silva, “No, it’s not a choker. Close though. Think of it as… a “special necklace” or rather a pendant. Here, I’ll put it on for you.”

Without so much as a chance to decline, Faith took the pendant out of the box and got Silva to turn around. The way she pressed against her back caused Silva’s cheeks to burn and darken from the contact, but Faith didn’t seem to notice. Not that Silva entirely minded… not while the other woman coiled the necklace around her neck. Almost collaring her, but that thought was shoved away swiftly.

“And done!” Faith exclaimed, skidding back to let her check out the jewellery. Silva noted that it was a bit small, but she could see the chain and embellishment attached to it; she realized it was a love heart with the intricate engravings of a Bliss flower, the chain attached to the mouth of the python.

It was certainly a strange choice of gift, but not one she was against nor unused to wearing.

Wait… where’s my locket? Silva realized her golden necklace was missing. Which shouldn’t be possible. She took special care in ensuring it was close to her. I can’t have lost it! It’s too valuable! It’s the only way to feel close to-!

Silva felt a weight over her shoulders, which happened to be Faith slumping herself onto Silva’s back, wrapping her arms around the taller woman.

“I hope you like it,” Faith murmured into Silva’s dark skin, the vibrations of her voice like a tickle that caused her to shudder, “It made me think of you.”

Before Silva could form a reply, Faith pressed a soft peck on her cheek, much to the surprise of her companion.

She receded to the shell of Silva’s ear, whispering, “Happy Valentines.”

Silva had been trying to make heads and tails of the nature of their relationship, especially with this strange exhausting fog over her mind hindering her ability to even think clearly, but she just got her confirmation.

She was with Faith Seed. I’m with Faith Seed…

She was in the presence of Faith Seed – futilely struggling against the accompanying Peggies guarding the herald with declining strength – the Deputy’s allies were forced to retreat from the fields they’d been ambushed in, leaving Silva at the mercy of the Siren, who drew closer with a closed fist.

Faith wasn’t angry though; in her fist were more of the white powdered Bliss she manufactured in the Henbane. Her expression lacked the emotion too. Displayed across her face was-

“Silva? Is something the matter?” Faith asked her, head on her shoulder from behind. Glancing down, she saw such beautiful green eyes conveying a worry she hadn’t seen for a long while in anyone; at least, anyone close to her.

Silva felt the fog cloud her mind again, and she could almost feel an ache pounding in her skull; like an alarm alerting of danger. But looking around the foliage and mist of the Bliss, Silva could not find the supposed danger her mind screamed was close by. Not near her, not her amour, nor the big bed they shared under the hazy sun.

She tried to remember what she had been thinking about, but couldn’t recall, as if her mind was playing tricks on her again.

“Nothing… just that,” she stammered, thinking on any possibility, before she realized she’d been touching her new necklace, and came up with a different issue, “I didn’t get you a gift.”

Faith giggled, gently tugging Silva so the latter woman could turn around to the former. Once Silva had done as instructed, Faith leaned forward and softly told her, “Having you here is more than enough of a gift for me.”

Soon, she pressed a hand against Silva’s chest and started to tenderly push her down onto the mattress of their shared bed; Faith moving closer until she straddled Silva’s hips, leaning forward above her submissive partner.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” Faith began, letting out an elated sigh as she stared down at Silva with such intense green eyes, “The grip you have on me. You never stopped invading my thoughts ever since you arrived. I could never get you out of my head, not when you showed up here, time and time again. There was always more to you than what my brothers could see… than what the Father saw.”

She descended closer to Silva’s face, continuing, “That determination. That fierceness. Most of all that cunning intellect. You’re stronger than you let on. No one’s noticed… no one except me of course.”

Faith smirked above her; a smirk Silva found familiar, something that alarmed her, interested her, left her bothered as she felt hot. She noticed that the sky above them seemed to blur from a visage of the heavens to a cold steel ceiling, the sun more akin to a bright light.

“My brothers don’t see it, or refuse to, but you’re just so… good,” Faith purred out, trailing her fingers down Silva’s face to the necklace, “So worthy of crossing Eden’s Gate. I envy that. Maybe they do too… but that could just be me.”

She giggles, and Silva found herself lost on any action she could do. Her mind seemed foggier than before. Names she knew kept slipping; important details drifting from her conscious thoughts into some sleepless dream.

“They want you though,” Faith kept speaking, even if Silva could no longer infer what exactly she was talking about, “They want you all to themselves, so they can fix you, because they think you’re already broken. But they’ll only end up breaking you instead. I don’t think you’re broken, though. I think you’re perfect. And they’ll only end up corrupting what’s so good about you.”

“But I won’t let them,” her fingers hooked under Silva’s necklace, pulling her up to meet closer to Faith’s delighted face, “Because you’re safe here, with me… in the Bliss.”

“And if they try to take you away from me,” Faith brought her hand up, beckoning a green mist of Bliss to dance around her delicate fingers through will alone, “Even though I would never go against my brothers… I’m sure I can convince them to see from my perspective. Just like those locusts from the prison…”

Faces Silva thought she recognized popped up in her mind’s eye, but they soon blurred into oblivion as all she could see was Faith.

“But it probably won’t come down to that,” Faith assured, dissipating the mist in her hands as she caressed Silva’s cheek with her palm, while her other hand flicked the pendant with that familiar smirk again, “Once they see a glimpse of this, they’ll know to back off.”

Silva recognized a dangerous glint in those green eyes, one which invoked a dying voice in her mind being drowned out by the overwhelming citrus and fog. It pushed her to do anything; anything to defy this, to refuse it. Not accept.

But all Silva could muster out was a soft, slurred question, “What makes you say that?”

In response, Faith lowered herself until they were face to face, lips barely gracing the other. A part of Silva wanted to connect… even if she wasn’t entirely sure that was what she really wanted.

“Because there’s a meaning behind it,” Faith replied, her smirk widening. Too familiar, Silva’s mind screamed as it became less and less clear, Remember, danger!

“And what’s the meaning?” she asked as that smirk reminded Silva of a memory involving it.

Silva could hardly process what came before and next; in no small part thanks to the Bliss ravaging her memories. She remembered just as Faith finally lowered herself to her lips, there was a murmur as they connected, a murmur that synchronized with the same possessive words she whispered to her fading consciousness in the aftermath of the ambush within those Bliss fields.

“You’re mine.”

[chaifootsteps]

general q! when you saw Murder Family did Stol1tz immediately go from otp to notp for you? or did you hope the writers would still do something interesting with it, even if Stolas was suddenly a different character?

back when I thought the show wanted to be about two messed up people I thought they were going to put more effort into making the 'business associates with benefits' angle actually work

like we'd get to see them catch feelings, enjoy spending time together, sharing interests, actuallly see the other's influence change the other for the better (mostly on Stolas' end, idk what Blitzo would get out of spending time with s1 Stolas honestly)

but murder family would still be a massive thron in the side of this development that would have to be addressed. and maybe in the end they wouldn't end up together because the coerced meetups are just too big a chasm to bridge

as soon as s2 happened the dynamic was dead in the water for me. it didn't work as Stolas being a creepy perv who learns to be better since the show wouldn't let him own it, and it can't possibly work as a real relationship

My love for the ship took a massive hit in Murder Family, and honestly, there was some real very grief there that's never entirely gone away. But yeah, for a good while I was genuinely hopeful that they might do something interesting with it, might even make a compelling ship out of it somehow. Even if the relationship was never going to be what they had on the Instagrams, I was open to the possibility that this might all be going somewhere.

It wasn't until The Circus and Seeing Stars that I realized where they were going with this was "blame it all on Blitzo." What scant little handfuls of scattered hope I have left continue to be dashed with every episode.

[hlizr50]

Fic prompts you say?????????

#12 for Gwynthan please.

I know you are skeptical, but this is my chance to convince you!

My OTP.

I’m doing this because I love you, and I can’t deny that these two would be disgustingly adorable and supportive of each other.

Word Count: 750

Pairing: Gwyneth Berdara/Ithan Holstrom

Prompt: “H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.” (I adjusted it a tiny tiny bit based on what I’d written.)

~~~

She ran a thumb over the cerulean stone, her reflection distorted over the smooth surface. While her evenings had become more restful over the years, the training ring was still her solace. It was a place where she’d grown strong, in body and mind and soul, empowered by the people who had become her family.

The Valkyries had outgrown the training ring at the House, though they still used it for any priestesses who still dared not venture out into the world. Which was why Gwyn could sit with her legs dangling over the railing, enjoying the peace and quiet of the winter afternoon.

Perhaps she wasn’t enjoying it, exactly. Perhaps she was more… hiding.

Another year.

The invoking stone was a lead weight in her palm, and she dropped her hands into her lap under its burden. Gwyn had never worn it as a priestess, though she couldn’t bear the thought of letting it go. Cat would have been an incredible priestess; devoted and compassionate and gentle. The redhead knew, now, that it had never been her destiny to remain hidden in the pale blue robes of the Mother. It had never been her call to remain huddled and hushed in the library.

Gwyn’s purpose was to be strong. To empower others who had been wounded to do the same. It had taken a long time, but she was finally proud of who she was, the warrior she had become.

But that didn’t make days like these any easier.

“Happy birthday, Cat,” she whispered into the winter chill, eyelashes fluttering to cool the burning in her eyes. Would it still hurt this much a decade from now? A century? Gods, she hoped not.

“I think you’d be proud of me,” she continued. Sometimes it was nice to talk to her like she was right there. “I try to help people who don’t know how to fight back. I’d like to think that—“ she sniffled, losing the battle against her pooling tears “—that I’m making sure that what happened to us doesn’t happen to anyone else. I just wish… I just wish it wasn’t too late to save you.”

The breeze was frigid against the dampness on her cheeks, and seeped through her leggings as if they were made of nothing more than lace. But she barely noticed, falling into the chasm that still remained in the wake of her twin’s death. Her head dropped, suddenly to heavy, and her drooping shoulders shook with the force of her grief.

Still.

“I’m so sorry, Cat,” she whimpered between ragged breaths. “I love you. I miss you so much. Nothing is the same without you.”

Suddenly she was wrapped in an embrace, two warm, strong arms banding around her and pulling her into the warmth of a broad chest. Then there was a kiss to her cheek, capturing one of her many falling tears.

“You do help people. Every day. It’s incredible to witness.” The gentleness of the voice made her slump in the comforting arms of the man who had become so dear to her. Ithan Holstrom was always so forthcoming with his feelings, unafraid to be vulnerable and honest if it meant earning Gwyn’s trust. She couldn’t thank the Mother enough for connecting their worlds, though the resulting conflict had been horrifying and bloody.

“H-how long have you been listening?”

Ithan sighed at her back, his exhale pulling her further into him. She didn’t want him to let go, and it seemed like the feeling was blessedly mutual.

“Long enough,” he whispered, his breath tickling the shell of her ear. “Your sister would be immensely proud of you. Just like I am. In fact, from what you’ve told me, the only thing that would upset her is the fact that you still hurt so much, and you exile yourself to a secluded roof to try to handle it alone.”

Gwyn squeezed her eyes shut, a desperate attempt to halt the fresh wave of tears from his heartfelt words.

Ithan released her from his grasp, but only long enough to step to her side and tilt her chin up toward him. His kiss was so warm and tender, protecting her from the winter chill.

“You’ll catch your death out here, Freckles,” he murmured. “Come inside. We’ll cuddle in front of the fire and I’ll tell you more about Connor.”

Connor. The brother he’d lost. His own nightmarish night, a world away.

Just another reason Ithan understood her better than anyone else.

[elvendorx]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ANSWERING MY ASK ABOUT YOUR FICS!! omg im literally sooo excited to read everything you're going to post! i read screw loose recently. then i had to go back and re-read it. and then i think about it all the time. in my mind you got the james and sirius characterisation like. Perfectly. there are lines in that fic that i think about all the time and which have shifted MY perception about their characterisation i love that one scene where james and sirius just start ignoring a guy that was trying to chat up james and sirius says james could be both the sweetest and meanest person he knew THAT IS SOOOOO GOOD I LOVE THAT JAMES CHARACTERISATION OKAY!! i also love sirius being a MASSIVE ASSHOLE and telling that guy james slept with he had a girlfriend HSDKJFHAKJ and the subtle powerplay of him leaving the plate on the ground when that guy washes his plate off. also i just love the sirius characterisation in it bc hes sooo annoyed at that poor guy even though he hasnt done anything him saying he slathered his omelette in sauce like an idiot EVEN THOUGH THATS LITERALLY NORMAL IS SOOO PERFECT i just like. CANNOT WAIT for more of your stuff. like its really really hard to find well characterised mwpp era fics ESPECIALLY prongsfoot and theyre my otp so i really appreciate all the work you put in!! literally im like. so excited about your upcoming work sorry i already said that but yeah ksdhfkj ALSO ALSO I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION i read your regulus/lily fic about them being in hiding during the war and omg?? again the characterisation is PERFECT!! okay sorry for ranting but yes!!!!! thank you!!!!

thank you so much for this detailed message! <3

i actually find sirius somewhat hard to write so i'm glad he rang true. i think part of it is leaning into his abruptness and his quieter side so that i can contrast that more public side of him with the comfort around james. like the plate, i was trying to go for sirius' assurance in his friendship with james but the anxiety (for both of them) lying in the uncertainty of something beyond friendship, it's that small gap that works as the biggest chasm between them.

and thank you! living in the red was so hard to write, with regulily i kind of feel like it's a hard sell because of their ideological differences in canon but i think that's where the possibility and creativity lies. also they just go so well with j/s so i can always write j/s in the background which is fun in itself. the christmas scene in that is one of my fave j/s things i've written i think.

thank YOU <3

[rewritingcanon]

so many compatibility tests… lalala x okokok… zodiac signs… name compatibility…. olive theory (100% real and true, that one is). now there’s this thing where you see if you’re compatible based on the moon’s phase at the time of your birth. and im a predictable mf. lets see if the moon agrees with your otps

(also unfortunately i will have to make up some bdays because some characters don’t have them. i have an explanation for why i think the bdays suit each one, but if anyone wants me to redo it based on specific birthdays they have on the characters, i can)

harry/ginny:

9.9/10: there’s like one tiny dark spot but otherwise hinny is otp material according to the moon

draco/harry:

4/10: moon says they don’t compliment each other very well. draco’s not doing much for harry unfortunately 😔😔

draco/hermione:

2/10: man the moon hates dramione. notp material according to the moon 💔

hermione/harry:

3/10: points because harry tried his best. the moon is picky with her hermione ships..

neville/luna:

9.9/10: again, the moon approves! got one single dark spot, but not every couple is perfect

luna/ginny:

6/10: moon is not impressed. moon needs more from them…

dean/seamus:

2/10: may look almost full but don’t be fooled. the moon has ruled that these two are too alike to be compatible!

parvati/lavender:

1/10: wow the moon hates lesbians…

draco/astoria:

2/10: point for getting the right side. but other than that, that chasm doesn’t look good…

ron/hermione:

10/10: the moon has an otp and that otp is romione

[queenlydweeb]

Do you have any songs or albums you associate with Moss? It could be the lyrics of a song, the themes of an album, or just the general vibes of either, it doesn't matter why.

Bonus question: Do you have any OTP/ship songs for them and Astarion?

I actually have a Moss playlist that you can find here! Plus, a Moss/Astarion playlist here.

I heavily associate Ashnikko's Halloweenie V: The Moss King with Moss. They were named before the song even released but it ended up being a lovely fit! Especially the follow lyrics:

The only thing scary is the void in my brain Everything is burning, I am lonely every day I'm just a tiny cell and my body is made of clay The only thing scary is the chasm in my brain

[archonfurina]

what are your otps and notps? and why?

Baldur's Gate 3:

OTP: Wyll x Astarion. Chemistry, both have traumas, many tropes I enjoy like monster hunter x monster. They have their moments in canon too, they're clearly attracted to each other. + Astarion's line about wanting to marry a prince-like type like Wyll.

OTP: Lae'zel x Shadowheart. They are insane. Peak enemies to lovers content. They have so much tension, but they're perfect for each other. Like Shadowheart said, if they channeled all that energy into their enemies, they'd be unstoppable together. + Healer and warrior trope. Mwah.

NOTP: I don't really have one. Maybe Astarion x Shadowheart? They don't really fit together. But I don't hate it either. They're just more like gay best friends.

Genshin Impact:

OTP: Neuvillette x Furina. The angst potential of these two is crazy. Not to be obsessed but like. They spent 400 years together as the rulers of Fontaine. And now Furina thinks it's better that they don't see each other and Neuvillette is desperate to see her again. THE PINING. The misunderstandings. Furina being lonely for centuries and having only Neuvillette as her only companion but being unable to share herself completely with him because her entire nation's existence depends on it?? The grief?? And what Neuvillette must be feeling when he finds out she's sacrificed so much for her people and has had to shoulder so much by herself, an ordinary human? THE GUILT??? And after everything, she's mortal now and what if they missed their chance?? But it could also finally be their moment to be honest and real with each other and heal together. + Neuvillette giving her a vision with dragon claws.. To mark her as being beyond Celestia's clutches. Don't get me started on these two holy shit I WILL go on forever

OTP: Zhongli x Lumine. Old dragon hot. Jk I also love them for lore reasons and they'd be beautiful together.

OTP: Kaeya x Lumine. My original and first ship in Genshin. I just love them so much. I don't really have any coherent thoughts on them I just adore them together. + They're both outsiders.

OTP: Xiao x Lumine. Can you tell I play a fem traveler? Anyway. There's sooo many moments in canon where they're together and having intimate conversations. Xiao appearing only when Lumi calls for him?? "I'll do it because it's you." (paraphrasing). Xiao keeps saving her? Honestly that whole Chasm questline was so much food for us.

OTP: Raiden Shogun x Kujou Sara. Okay hear me out. The archon and her general. The deity and her worshiper. The idol and the fan. I just.... They just are so good. Sara has dedicated her whole life and herself fully to Ei. There's nothing else in her mind. She's loyal, dutiful soldier and she loves the Shogun almost to the point of obsession. That kind of love, devotion... Chef's kiss.

OTP: Cyno x Alhaitham. I like them a lot but I feel like @elbatmun would be better to explain their dynamic. I'm not super invested but going from enemies to friends to lovers is always so good.

OTP: Beidou x Ningguang. The original lesbians of this game. I mean come on. That lantern rite moment where she compliments Ningguang's looks? That moment was loaded. And even in the event going on right now, Beidou keeps her in her mind and wants to get her a potion because she has trouble sleeping.. They're so cute. + The time they traveled to Mondstadt together and went on a date to the tavern.

OTP: Clorinde x Navia. The Fontaine version of Beigguang.. Nah I mean they've got their own stories and chemistry. This is another tragic ship that has angst potential. HOWEVER, they already moved past it in canon and are now friends. So it's a friends to lovers story arc and I love it. + Protector and princess vibes.

NOTP: Wriothesley x Neuvillette. They have nothing in canon, it's just an empty ship born from people's wish to have two men together.

NOTP: Kaveh x Alhaitham. I saw the potential and I get why people ship them but it just.. something about them rubs me the wrong way. Plus the way people act like they're canon is really annoying. Honestly it sounds like they hate each other from their interactions.

[knightsgaydiant]

#this is my hill and i will die on it#don't care what Brandon or the romantically illiterate fandom says#series; stormlight#otp: in the chasms

@valerieofavonlea me too, bud, me too

in honor of it being the day after valentines (I was too tired yesterday) I want to offer my hot take that if you took the shalladin chasm adventure section from words of radiance you could publish it on its own as a very successful stand alone romance novel

[valerieofavonlea]

Questioner: Are Kaladin and Shallan going to end up together? . Brandon Sanderson: Read And Find Out.

Skyward Release Party, Nov 6, 2018

Hey Brandon, quick question: why the FRICK is this still a RAFO? Why not just answer “no” and put me out of my misery???

[renegadeknight]

60 seconds of EO content has me blogging from beyond the grave but at least I died screaming

[feuglace]

Logs in, posts The Bois, logs out

[aalikane88]

Is this your first time in a fandom where your favorite couple broke up and didnt get back together within the season? Because that's normal. You love these characters and love their relationship and the writers screwed with it and left no resolution (and 6 fucking months to wait!)

It's normal to feel sadness during this time. I can't tell you how many times I felt like that over the last 20 years. But you learn how to deal with it.

I remember one time i was crying for days because my OTP at the time broke up completely out of left field. (Canon wise anyway, we knew it was happening because spoilers leaked into the Glee fandom like water into the titanic after it hit the iceberg) then feeling off kilter for the rest of their time apart.

It'll come back. Once they get back together, the chasm that opened will start to fill back in and You'll be ecstatic and just as happy as you once were. Give it time

sometimes i feel like such a fake chenford shipper, and that i should excuse myself from the fandom. 😔💔

[chasmbreach]

CUZ I HAD TO K

[gffa]

Hi!  I genuinely do think there’s room for both liking Anakin and the Jedi.  This is a topic that I’ve written a multi-paragraph response to several times, because I have spent much of my fannish life navel-gazing about how I want to approach fandom, what I want out of it, what can I do that will make me the happiest a month from now, given the constraints of the fandom, etc.  I mean, this is how I approach life in general, but it’s true of fandom as well. It feels like a simple question, “Is there space for someone who likes both?” and, in a lot of ways it is!  But also what does that mean to you versus what does that mean to me?  I like both the Jedi and Anakin, but is my version of liking them the same as your version of liking them?  How about someone else, who likes both but is more critical of the Jedi than I am?  How about someone else who likes both but is less sympathetic to Anakin than I am?  Where do you fall on this scale?  How important are those distinctions to you?  Does it matter if someone says “Anakin Skywalker never did anything wrong in his life, but the Jedi were sweethearts, too.”?  Does it matter if someone says, “Anakin Skywalker was not the Jedi Order’s fault, but I love that trash pumpkin?”  Does it matter if someone says, “They both made mistakes equally, but I love them both equally as well?” Because sometimes we can get along with one or two of those, but not the third.  Sometimes we’re fine with all three.  Sometimes we’re hardcore into one and aren’t interested in the others and we’ve done our time in the mines of the source material and word of god commentary and we’re fine where we are. And that’s something each of us has to grapple with, how much we need someone who aligns at least 95% with our views or how much we can pick and choose posts we like from someone else and how much we need to walk away from fandom and how much we need to say, well, fandom isn’t giving me what I want so I’ll just have to make what I want, even if it gets crickets in response. There absolutely is room for those who like both the Jedi and Anakin, it can be frustrating to feel like the divide between the two is an uncrossable chasm, but you don’t have to play the game of siding with any one “group”, because sure there are friend circles, but nothing in fandom is a monolith.  I have my usual cohorts that I enjoy reading things from and reblogging from, I’m clearly on the pro-Jedi side, but I’m also still just one person, I’m still just making my own camp right here, I’m still someone you talk to as an individual. Fandom does often feel like it’s divided into “sides” and the only way around that is to just refuse to let yourself be limited by it, because no one should be able to stop you.  Anyone who says you have to pick a “side” is full of shit and trying to police how you interact with fandom and you don’t have to listen to them. While I’m clearly pro-Jedi and hang out with that crowd the most (though, I also hang out with the OTP crowd, too, to be fair XD), I don’t feel beholden to them, I don’t feel like I can’t post the things I want to post because of them, it’s my blog, I’ll post whatever the fuck I want, and if I want to post something Anakin-positive, I do it.  I’m a single person in fandom, I can like things in whatever combination I want, and yeah sometimes it sucks feeling like I’m the only one who likes things in a very specific combination, but that’s why I’m so loud about them.  I am my own content’s biggest fan, I love my combination of things in fandom, I love the way I love both Anakin and the Jedi, and that self-reliance has seen me through a lot. You might only be able to find a small group of friends who align with you at 95%, but in a year from now, sometimes those are the ones you’ll remember the most, not whether you got to read a dozen think pieces a day or a dozen fics a day.  It’s fandom, what you remember is the feelings you put into it, the fun you had doing your thing, not whether a bunch of people agreed with you or not.  Or at least, that’s how I work and why I’m okay with the corner of fandom I occupy, that I feel plenty of love for both the Jedi and Anakin.  <3