#possesed animated characters

[pixeldemonia]

Be careful, he does bite

Katsuki has the need to make everyone know what's his, not because he's insecure or toxic or whatever, he just likes the feeling that brings him having the prettiest girl love him and no one else

[maxie-is-okay]

based off of these two lads:

[xtwindevilsdemonx]

Possesive!Sukuna X Oblivious!F!Reader

This is Part 2! Find Part 1 Here!:

Description: It appears as though reader isn't so oblivious anymore, she's clearly fallen for the King of curses and no one can stop it. Is calamity nearing the human race? absolutely.

TW: possessive behavior, 18+ NSFW! sexual intercourse, read for the descriptive details, MINORS DON'T INTERACT! Explicit NSFW words used; cum, pussy, cock, orgasm, stroke. Slight dom reader! Male whimpering!~

!!On accident I switched the POV to 1st person and I'm too lazy to fix it- in this case it fits for the situation...ENJOY!!

As Sukuna turns towards me I gasp at at his smile. This curse is going to be the death of me! I lean closer to his face and he puts one of his four arms on the back of my head. "My dearest treasure, no harm will ever come to you as long as I live. No weak sorcerer will lay their eyes on you. I will find you and cherish you till the end of this lifetime and the next and next one after."

My head is spinning at hearing his vow. This is my King, my Husband, my one and only lover. We share a deep kiss and his lower arms wrap around my waist. He's pulling me onto his lap and moving my hips along his clothed cock. We're panting and my face is flushed. "My love, King of Curses, I will follow you and stay with you until we meet our end, I will search for you and only you in our following lifetimes. My heart and soul are yours and yours only." I gaze into his main eyes and only I can see the love and desire flurrying around in his pupils. Sukuna chuckle rumbles and vibrates. "Such a good Queen, my Queen." Sukuna kisses my neck and I shiver at the feel of his tongue swirling in a sharp circle. He bites into my flesh and draws minimal blood, moaning my hands shoot to his blossom pink hair.

"My King I wish to go further..." I whisper into his ear. Sukuna's face flushes and his charming smile sparkles. "Then I shall indulge in your request."

Sukuna's top hands pull the kimono I'm wearing aside, his claws tracing my shoulder I moan at his delicious light scratching. His mouth is back on my neck but I feel as though I can do something to pleasure my love. My hands slips past his own kimono, grabbing his cock I gently start to stroke him. Sukuna flinches in surprise and groans, "You keep that up we are not going to take this process as slowly as we ought to." he whimpers. I grin again his neck giving him a light nip, "I wish for you to ravish me, Sukuna."

Hot red desire absorbs the both of us. Sukuna tears the kimonos off of him and I. Grinding against his hardened cock, teasing him with my soaking wet folds he latches his teeth to my neck. He's trying to hide his moans from me. I tug his hair and he lets go, a deep moan makes its way past his delicious lips. I look at him, I can't wait any longer. His cock twitches in anticipation and I slip it inside of my pussy. "Mmm~" We moan in harmony. His hips jerk upwards making my pussy clench. He's trying to go deeper but I don't know if I can take all of it at once. Sukuna brings his hands to my face and I wrap my hands around his forearms. There's no need to speak of what we both know we want, his bottom arms grind me against what we have inside of me. He makes one quick thrust and it causes the rest of his cock to be buried deep into me. "Ah!~" My arms wrap around his neck and I can see stars.

"Sukuna!" I whine. He looks like he can't hold back and I can't tell him he can't have what he knows I want him to. "How about an heir, my dear?" I start to ride Sukuna without any help and my pussy twitches at the thought of having my belly round with my loves baby. Our baby. I giggle, "I don't see why we can't." my voice has a shaky and desirable tone.

Our thrusts meet each other and Sukuna feels the need to increase my pleasure. One of his top hands is swirling tight and calculated circles directly onto my clit. My inner thighs are twitching. We are nearing our orgasms and he knows it well. Our mouths meet our necks on either side, the final mark of pleasure is pressed as I feel his cock start to twitch. Looking down I see my belly slightly swell and that is enough for me to cum as well. We breathe heavily and ride out our pleasure. This is what love is, to be enveloped in my curses arms, whimpering as he delves into over stimulation. My pussy greedily hold as much cum inside as it can.

His cock stays burried into me and a servant walks by, her eyes are closed, I must've been distracted. Sukuna had ask her to bring forth a sheet. Wrapping us in the white satin, Sukuna brings my face to his.

"You truly are my precious treasure."

[camelspit]

(Wiki links below the cut)

Councillor Alina

Councillor Oralie

Ella the Stuffed Animal

Gisela Sencen

Mr Snuggles the Stuffed Animal

[carrioncider]

i was meant to do 1 af attack today how did i end up with two

[threepandas]

Bad End: Hidden Heir

Next ->

The Duke's family had very distinct eyes. It was genetic. An aggressively dominant trait at that, though it tended to die off, after a few generations out of the family. Supposedly a "blessing of the Gods". Spring to be exact. Bounty and luck. And the family certainly WAS bountiful.

In all the best and worst ways.

Wealth, corruption, children and bastards. It was a family so aggressively ALIVE, it could only be Spring's blessing that made them so. Pouring mania and madness into their veins like sweet sunlight. Whispering glory and riches, into power addled ears. They burst with life. Even as they endlessly destroyed themselves.

They were fictional.

Fascinating set dressings, for the stage play of someone else's story. Unimportant beyond their role in world building. As the origin story and power base of a character lead.

The Story ITSELF didn't even occur here. But rather, in the capital. Where the players of significance had gathered.

And I? Oh I was some minor antagonist, so insignificant to the plot, I genuinely could not remember which of seven different women I actually WAS. It had been an ongoing series. Otome Isekai. Reverse harem.

And I was either in the ORIGINAL original novel, the isekai'd plot novel, the anime adaption, OR a horrifying fever dream. My memory was largely useless. But? I did remember the characters. The archetypes.

And the fact, that the author had clearly been going though a Yandere phase.

My region of the Reverse Harem collect-o-thon? Horrifying! Red flags everywhere! No one here should date, leave room for fantasy Jesus, have we considered the joys of being a NUN? Yes. Yes I HAVE thought about it.

I was pretty sure I'd never make it. End up dead or captured by some sort of Nun Yandere. Or God Yandere. Possibly both. Assuming the bandit yanderes don't get me first. It... it was very stressful, living here.

Luckily? I knew when I could leave.

Or so I thought.

Because my house? The Dukedom? Had the "yandere butler who is secretly an heir." Who starts out with loyal dog behavior. A little highly possesive master and servant play. Then rises to become a Duke. Presumably? That is when I die. Or am disowned.

Death is most likely. Since my role was "minor antagonist" and I was to be mean to the sweet, earnest, Harem possessing Protagonist. Don't see WHY I would. Live and let live. Good for her etc etc. But regardless? Best to avoid, just in case.

The problem? Who do you think Mr Illegitimate Heir serves before she gets here? The OTHER possible heirs? Of course not! They'd "oops! Hunting accident~☆" him in a heart beat. Father isn't stupid. And my sisters? Issues. Violent, violent, issues.

He ends up with ME.

Father, WHY.

Obviously, I ignore him. I see nothing. I hear nothing. There is no war in Ba Sing Se. Mmmmm, tea. Good book. Ignore his creepy staring. His creepy, creepy staring.

Thankfully? I never really ran out of Totally Legitimate reasons to send him away to learn or do something. Proper tea making. Door maintenance. Eastern embroidery. Something, anything, and off you go! Bye bye~☆!

Unfortunately. He got faster. Better and better at learning. Mastering skills. Coming BACK. Showing up to stand in the corner, silent and looming, like an omen of death. Those damn eyes. The fucking family eyes!

I don't have them. And NOT as, my Father would have me believe, because I "take after my Mother". But because I am not genetically related to the Duke. I have GOLD eyes. When I wear the right shade of green? I pass. So I am condemned to forever wear green. Don't even really like it much. But?

I am pretty damn sure? I was just... pretty.

A lovely, orphaned, golden eyed child that COULD pass as his. So why not? It was a whim that payed off. Unlike in the original stories, I imagine. Since I am by FAR the best behaved child in this entire house. Ha! Suck it, bio-kids, the adopted one's the favorite! Maybe should have been less lil bitchs.

....I carefully do not say.

Those are INSIDE thoughts.

Fuck. He's still LOOMING. Isn't he? Go awaaaaaay. Where is Protag-chan? Come be doe eyed and busty! Trip adorably! Go "kyaaa~" or something! I feel body heat and freeze. He's leaning over my shoulder to pick up the teapot, pour me another cup. I can FEEL the barest graze of his knuckles against my back, from where he's gripped my chair. The smell of his aftershave almost hauntingly pleasant.

Like he KNEW exactly what smells I liked most. Went out of his way to find one that best suited my preference. Coincidence. Please, PLEASE be a coincidence! I do not turn my head. Keep my eyes locked straight ahead. Barely breathing.

He steps back.

The new pot is sharp and herbal. Almost bitter. I force myself to drink. Can't see a sugar dish, and REFUSE to turn around and ask for one. Ignore. IGNORE. My pounding heart calms. My muscles slowly start to relax.

It... it IS weird, though, now that I think about it? That Protag-chan hasn't reached the Dukedom yet. She should have. God only knows I sent Creepy to the capital enough times, with enough highly specific instructions, that he should've had his meet cute's and dates by the dozen. Been half way in love. So... why...?

Huh.

Dizzy.

The taste of tea sits wrong on my tounge. I stop drinking as the world sways. Letting the cup fall from my hand. Splatter, roll, and shatter. I try desperately to stand. A gentle gloved hand catches my elbow, supporting me. I turn. Giddy eyes. Triumphant, wide, spring green eyes. Too green to be gold, too gold to be green.

An almost cruel, mocking, yet loving grin.

Another hand slides around my waist, braces me against his side. Gleeful little murmurs, too pleased to be reassuring. You. You did this! You DRUGGED ME!

I can barely move, body relaxing against my command, going limp, as he draws me close. Presses his face against the side of my head, against my temple. A deep, shuddering breathe, that he savors like wine. I try to pull free but can not. Feel his lips pull into a vicious grin against my skin. Hands begin to run in gentle, claiming, exploration.

And at last the drugs kick in... the wo..rld..

G..oes..

Dar..k........

[qaymaw]

I wrote a list of the crimes commited by important characters in Moriarty the Patriot. This is only the anime so characters exclussive to the manga won't appear, nor will crimes commited in arcs exclussive to the manga.

This is an extremley long list, also may contain spoilers if you haven't watched the anime/read the manga, however they shouldn't be to bad.

William James Moriarty 30 crimes

Intimidation

Bribing

Death threats

Threats of violence

Kidnapping

Accessory to murder

Impersonation/Identity theft

Inciting violence/murder/genocide

Arson

First-degree murder

Manipulation/Brainwashing

Contract killing/assassination

Coercion

Framing

Assisted suicide¹

Suicide baiting¹

Mass murder

Genocide

Destruction of property

Domestic terrorism²

Conspiracy to overthrow the system/nobility

Conspiracy to commit murder/genocide

Manipulation of political affairs

Attempted suicide¹

Evading arrest

Obstruction of justice

Treason

Breaking and entering

Organised crime²

Illegal possesion of a firearm³

Albert James Moriarty 21 crimes

Leaking government secrets

Organised crime²

Accesory to murder

Assault with the intent to kill/assault with a deadly weapon

First-degree murder

Arson

Manipulation/Brainwashing

Contract killing/assassination

Coercion

Framing

Assisted Suicide¹

Suicide Baiting¹

Mass murder

Genocide

Destruction of property

Domestic Terrorism²

Conspiracy to overthrow the system/nobility

Conspiracy to commit murder/genocide

Treason

Patricide

Matricide

Fratricide

Louis James Moriarty 21 crimes

Intimidation

Death threats

Threats of violence

Accessory to murder

Arson

First-degree murder

Manipulation/Brainwashing

Contract killing/assassination

Coercion

Framing

Assisted suicide¹

Suicide baiting¹

Mass murder

Genocide

Destruction of property

Domestic terrorism²

Conspiracy to overthrow the system/nobility

Conspiracy to commit murder/genocide

Organised crime²

Treason

Breaking and entering

James Bonde 18 crimes

Theft

High treason

Impersonation of royalty/Identity theft

Arson

Evading the police/goverment

Destruction of property

Extortion

Exploitation

Blackmail

Domestic terrorism²

Conspiracy to overthrow the system/nobility

Assault

Conspiracy to commit mureder/genocide

Infiltration

Organised crime²

Treason

Contract killing/Assassination

Accessory to murder

Illegal possession of firearms³

Sebastian Moran 15 crimes

First-degree murder

Contract killing/Assassination

Assisted suicide¹

Suicide baiting¹

Mass murder

Genocide

Accessory to murder

Domestic terrorism²

Conspiracy to overthrow the system/nobility

Assault

Conspircay to commit murder/genocide

Gambling

Organised crime²

Treason

Breaking and entering

Illegal possession of firearms³

Fred Porlock 15 crimes

Impersonation

Accesory to murder

Contract killing/Assassination

First-degree murder

Suicide baiting¹

Assisted suicide¹

Mass murder

Genocide

Domestic terrorism²

Conspiracy to overthrow the system/nobility

Conspiracy to commit murder/genocide

Organised crime²

Treason

Breaking and entering

Desercration of a corpse

Jack Renfield (AKA Jack the Ripper) 11 crimes

Hiring a contract killer/Assassin

Desercration of a corpse

Assault

Impersonation

Evading the police

Accessory to murder

Domestic terrorism²

Conspiracy to overthrow the system/nobility

Conspiracy to commit murder/genocide

Organised crime²

Treason

Von Herder 8 crimes

Accesory to murder

Domestic terrorism²

Conspiracy to overthrow the system/nobility

Conspiracy to commit murder/genocide

Illegal weapons dealing/creating/inventing

Organised crime²

Treason

Illegal possession of firearms³

Zack Paterson 8 crimes

Accesory to murder

Conspiracy to overthrow the system/nobility

Conspiracy to commit murder/genocide

Eavesdropping

Infaltration

Domestic terrorism²

Treason

Organised crime²

Sherlock Holmes 6 crimes

Breaking and entering

Destruction of property

Attempted suicide¹

Second-degree murder

Illegal possesion of firearms³

Arson

Mycroft Holmes 3 crimes

Accessory to murder

Affiliation with a terrorist organisation

Leaking government secrets

Notes

¹Suicide Act 1961. This act removed suicide as a crime in England and Wales, meaning those who survived a suicide attempt could not be prosecuted. Family members of those who did not survive could no longer be prosecuted either. However, under Suicide Act 1961, Section 2, it remains a crime for a third party to encourage or assist in the suicide of another.

²Terrorism or Organised Crime (or both)

Definitions:

Terrorism: The unlawful use of violence and intimidation, especially against civilians, in the pursuit of political aims.

Organised crime: Criminal activities that are planned and controlled by powerful groups and carried out on a large scale.

The motive of organised crime is often, but not always, financial.

The Moriarty Plan is a force of violence with the intention of political change. This violence is commited against their home country meaning this is domestic terrorism. They have no wish for financial gain, however, because they are commiting crimes that are planned and controlled, this is also organised crime. Those directly involved in The Moriarty Plan and its execution are therefore guilty of both terrorism and organised crime.

³The Gun License Act 1870. This act meant that anyone may still purchase a gun, however a license was required to have one off your personal property for any reason. This means that James Bonde and Sebatian Moran are both guilty of illegal possession of a firearm as they are both legally dead and therefore cannot have a gun license. However, Sherlock, William and Von Herder are never disclosed to have a gun license but this does not mean they do not have one as they would be perfectly elligable to get one. If they do all own a gun license, this takes Sherlock's crimes down to 5, William's crimes down to 29 and Von Herder's crimes down to 7.

[icarusredwings]

i *live* for your agere wade omg 😢🙏🏻 i also age regress there's just something about your favorite character being like you that makes me smile :) your writing is absolutely wonderful as well!! :3

Hi hon, Im so proud of you for doing what's good for you, and I am so happy that you've found something to enjoy that makes you feel good about yourself.

Thank you so much for the support. I've seen more people mention how excited they were to find cute, mild, and nonnsexual regressions for Wade, so I've decided to put it on A03 for more people to enjoy.

I actually was nervous about posting them in general because of the stigma around it but seeing how supportive you all have been (I dont know why im even shocked) it's made me a little more confident in my writing. I was abused quite a bit as a child, and while I don't regress, I do have a special attachment to my stuffed animals and find comfort in kids' shows. Annnddd, as someone who was working towards becoming a geneticist? It's comforting to know that some very intelligent and successful people also do.

While you're waiting for me to write more or upload to A03, have some HCs:

Depending on what's going on, he fluctuates between 5-8.

Wade has 3 caregivers, Al, Vanessa, and Logan. He loves them all so much but certian care givers are for certain things. Al (Mama) is he goes too for booboos, Ness (Mommy) is who takes him out the most, to the park and doctors (If things get too out of hand, she can pull the "He's my disabled son you bastard" card, and Logan (Kitty) is general. The one youll find when wade is casually colouring or playing tea party with.

He'll take "sippies" but hes a bit too old for them because he chews the tops off.

Cereal, mac and cheese, pizza, bassically anything he already eats as an adult, including spicy tacos.

He doesn't have a lot of toys (and if he does, they're from a give away or a dumpster) so is very possesive of them and will instantly get upset if you try to take them away or "hurt" them.

Wade is the type to just chill with you on the couch and eat snacks if you don't have the energy to play or take him to the park. Even as a child, he was very emotionally intelligent, and it shows.

Most kids would have tantrums, but he seems to either be understanding or go cry in silence while isolated (its what hes used too)

As much as people say he's a potty mouth, I don't see it. Not yet anyway. Sure he'll say "bad words" sometimes but as someone whos used to being screamed at to shut up all the time, I believe he talks so much as an adult BECAUSE he wasn't allowed as a kid so he's more of an observer unless you are unfortunately his favorite and then hes going to tell you random facts.

Oftentimes, the "perfect child" are ones that are independent, quiet, and who monitor their emotions/ actions around other kids and adults. This means being forced to act older than you actually are, walking on eggshells around adults and trying to do things by himself.

He likes to wear clothes that are too big for him rather then tight. (Bonus points if they're a hoodie or a sweater)

He likes baths and sometimes will tell you that his "Skin hurts" when really it's just itchy/peeling/ needs lotion.

He's not big on babytalk but "puppy" "mama" "mommy" "park?" "Kitty scratch bad guys" "I watch tv?" "Go home?" "Play horses?" Are common. Its either small unfinished sentneces or endless rambling with full sentences that repeat themself. Logan has once heard "Did you know-?" 30 times once all in 10 minutes

He has a stuffy of a Wolverine named Fluffy from Kitty, a unicorn named Buttercream from Mommy, and a bear shaped dog toy from Mama. In her defense she didn't know it was a dog toy (because shes blind and cant read duh) but Wade loves it more that it squeaks.

Because kidWade (He is "NOT little", he's a "Big boy") is bigger than them, he has issues playing a little... rough... with other kids. He has infact shoved a kid into the sand while playing tag.

Wade is very erm... possesive.. over his caregivers and will act out if he believes Kitty is ignoring him. Because of their history, hes even more prone to acting out with Ness and has gone as far as telling someone they looked like a burnt quesodilla that "had a baby with a wrinkled cucumber" before (and will do it again)

Flappy hands. Giggles. Screeches. That is all that needs to be said.

Wade likes music, arts, and crafts. Physical exercise is nice too but naps are needed afterwards.

Naps must be willing. If you tell him to go take a nap he'll just stomp his feet and cry that hes "being good" so "doesn't need one" bassically, naps are punishment.

Tw for sensitive topics such as mental and physical health

The worst part about having Wade isn't that he is a "brat" or "bad", no infact wade barley ever is a brat. He's very people pleasing because he just wants as much affection as possible. it's the fact that you can't trick him or keep him from doing something. He's too smart.

"Come on baby, we're going to the park"

"Yay!!- wait.... Mommy... Mommy the park is that way...Mommy this is how you go to the mean doctors! They're gonna rip my teeth out!"

It's even HARDER to care for a kid who can escape literally anything and can run all the way home if you upset him too badly. The only thing really you can do is call a different cg and double up on the reassurance. (And maybe a bribe)

Another thing is that just because he's in this headspace doesn't mean his issues are gone. Between the nightmares, the flashbacks, the scary hallucinations that he can't understand, intrusive thoughts about harming a person, impusive thoughts, and just straight up having to deal with cancer on top of it all, etc.

Do you know how hard it is to explain to a child that they're nauseous and exhausted because the cells inside of him are eating the other cells, dying, and healing all at the same time?

[xjulixred45x]

I'm trying to be active again and i though: "what could be a better way of coming Back from the Dead than a critique to the soap opera that has become Helluva Boss?"

So here we are. My personal Critique to the episodes Ghost Fuckers and Mastermind.

I'll be honest, i saw both of them in one sit bc i delay seeing Ghost Fuckers SO MUCH that IN THAT TIME Mastermind come out, then i realized i could't keep doing that and accept my fate(seeing the episodes when i was doing nothing importart and Home alone).

AND GOOOOOOOD-

First of all, Ghost Fuckers.

The first half, absolutly GROSS and incredible out of character for many characters.

I liked Millie A LOT in this Episode bc she represented how i was feeling trough this first half, CONFUSED AS HELL AND MAD AT THE BAD DIRECTION OF THE BOSS(vivziepop).

I get it, we are suposse to see this reaction of Blitz as natural and that affect him a Lot, BUT:1-that wasn't Even a BREAKUP(i'll talk of it later) and 2- it's super out of character for BLITZ OF ALL PEOPLE.

if You tell me that Stolas is neglecting His duties after what happen, yeah, i can believe that, BUT BLITZ? The one who all motivación trough the seasons was to keep His business AND employees aflot is not only neglecting His job BUT ALSO USING THE MONEY OF SAID JOB (THAT HE HIMSELF SAID WAS IN CONSTANT RISK OF BANKKRUP) FOR IMPULSIVE PURCHASES???

What the actual Hell.

Even Loona just allowing this and doing what Blitz told her to do feels strange, that's HER PAY TOO, and she just dosen't care or dosen't understand what is happening??

Moxxie is My spiritual animal when i was doing Homework from Collage. The only joke that i find funny in this Episode. Believe me kids, there's nothing more scary than BANKKRUPSY.

Also, seeing that most of our own knolege from Hell is based on Blitz since the Start, it's feels so strange and incrongruent that he still insist on the Ghost theme. Specially when he likes to make fun of humans for those kind of things.

The whole secuence of Spooky Kind of Love just have me...there.

And we got to the second half! Where i have more problems Even though is the Best party of the episode.

Millie blows up and tells Blitz what we all want to Say, he gets offended for no reason, they get diferent ways, Blitz starts allucinate bc of the infester demon, making Even more OBVIOUS His insecurities. Again. For i don't know how many times.

Millie finds him and she tries to make him see that he dosen't destroy everything by remembering how they meet. It was actually a pretty cool scene. We Even get to see more of Millie when she first got out of Wrath, her insecurities, how she was at the job, when they get the IMP Bulding, etc.

Half a point for the develomp to Millie(TWO SEASONS LATE).

they find the demon and he posses(?) Blitz for some reason, and meanwhile Possesed Blitz tries to kill Millie, Blitz has to revive His traumas AGAIN. For GOD sake just leave him alone FOR FIVE MINUTES--

Millie kick His ass, they kill the demon, finished the job, the end.

This is the Best example of the Main problem of Helluva: His Tone problem.

The first half and the shorts, for example, are the characteristic humor of Helluva we are used to, that the people want to see, and just a little bit of lore. And that works ALONE, it's funny, it's dynamyc.

BUT THEN they spit lots and lots of Lore in our faces, Mysteries, Flashbacks, Angst, comfort, ALL IN THE OTHER HALF, and it's TOO MUCH.

Those halfs work on their own, but not togheter. That's the Main problem. And Vivziepop dosen't decide which one want to prevail.

NOW, MASTERMIND

Which of MASTERMIND only has the title

WHY ANDREALPHUS KEEP SAYING THAT HIS SISTER IS HOT?!? SPECIALLY IN A CONTEXT LIKE THAT???!

Stella could have been waaayyy more better for this Episode than him honestly, maybe hiding the fact that Stolas was doing something ilegal SO she can personally report him and make a case as she as the poor Woman who was cheated on(which is not a lie-) and have all the assets of Stolas for HERSELF.

THAT COULD HAVE BEEN MORE INTERESTING THAN THE GAY PEACKOWT. But WELL.

The dementors from Harry Potter go to arrest IMP, and they have a trial where Andre says that "Blitzo force himself on Stolas to take possesion of the book" which was funny for me bc is sounded just like the Stolas Stans🤣

They got Striker! He's fine! But he lies saying that Blitz is the one who wanted Stolas Dead(which is another thing that bothers me, WHY WOULD STRIKER HELP THE GOETIA WITH HOW MUCH HE SAYS TO HATE THEM??) and Blitz tries to defend himself saying that if he wanted Stolas Dead he could do it HIMSELF(good point thoug)

Blitz is sentenced to DEATH and is LIVE STREAMED IN ALL RINGS OF HELL AS A LESSON OF NOT GOING AGAINST THE LAWS OF SATAN.

But then Stolas appear and instead of explaning himself like a normal fucking person he starts to sing. I didn't listen to the Song, to much Cringe in one sit. But Stolas take all of Blitz Blame.

BUT OF COURSE SATAN WOULD'T EXCECUTE A ROYAL BC AND I QUOTE "YOUR LIFE HAS ACTUAL VALUE" ARE TOU FUCKING KIDDING ME--

Instead they take away His assets and legions and passed them to... Andre (which is weird, wasn't supposed to be Via? Andre Say it HIMSELF in a previous Ep. But WELL, i'm searching for LOGIC in this show-) and Stolas has to live like a normal Hell citizen for 100 years.

Bascically just turn him into a normal person.

The good side is that the imps start admiring and hiring IMP services more, Even seeing Blitz as a hero for standing to Satán(and honestly good for him).

Stolas dosen't have anywhere to live anymore so Blitz takes pity and they go to His place, he Even bathes him and gives him clothes.

THIS FACE

Brings me so mucho JOY.

and the fact that Blitz it's giving him SPACE, GIVING HIM A PLACE TO STAY, AND COMFORT AND HIS WORST MOMENT, KNOWING THAT STOLAS WOULD'T DO THE SAME FOR BLITZ(bc he NEVER has done it as far as we are in the series), ITS JUST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHG-

I'll pretend the episode ends here, thank You very much.

CONCLUSION:

Episode 10 just make Even more visible the HUGE tone problem with the series, Vivzie dosen't Even know what she want in the series, if it is a comedy or a melodrama. And it end up wasting great opportunities to develomp her characters in each case.

Not only that, but that the torment to Blitz has to STOP, SERIOUSLY, the writers love to make him SUFFER but at the same time we don't confirm ANYTHING, it's a stupid attempt to generate "intrige" and to extend this series Even more. At the price of it's own protagonist.

3/10

Episode 11 feels like Fanservice with a Lot of unnecesary drama. And convenience of the script.

WHY are there the other sins?? Why nobody besides Vasago asked about Stolas or quesrioned Andre?? How could't Stolas Know about the whole trial things before?? WHY THEY ARE SINGING??

And of COURSE, the lesson of the day with this Episode is that if You are power class and Disobay, You get EXCECUTED, but if youre a Royal, You just have to pay taxes now. Fucking. GENIUS. VIVZIEPOP.

5/10( only for Stella and the Scenes with IMP)

Overall, just a soap opera i would recomend if You turn off Your brain.

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[talkbycolor]

let me hold your hand forever.

A/N; i almost threw up writing this because its not the usual "omg i love this cute yandere boy, so silly!" shit i do

Pairing; "Rendacted" x GN!reader

CW; Ren/[REDACTED] having unhealthy, obsessive and possesive behavior, wow, who would have told / TW; mutilations, romanticizing mutilation by Ren side but MC is really terrified / this is an AU where MC rejected Ren's advances and he lost his infinite patience / character with extremely questionable ethics / wow another nsfw in this blog? / you’re lucky this isn’t visual / i know in canon Rendacted would never hurt MC BUT HEY god gave me the ability to write and im making that everyone else's problem / surreal strength for the sake of the plot, IMPORTANT POINT

It was quite comfortable, having a friend like Ren could even be strange, he looked like cotton candy and it was very nice to spend time together. But then again, you were just friends, it was a little strange that he mentioned being in a relationship with you.

But things have taken a bit of a drastic turn, Ren has spent his days trying to hang out with you, having lunch together, spending nights watching anime and horror movies, that would be nice if it didn't feel so overwhelming.

So it's time to confront him.

"Ren, hey, I know you like me a lot but we can't go out every day, I'm not always up for that so… I'll let you know when we can go out, okay?"

And there was only silence from the pink-haired boy, he seemed to be trying to smile unsuccessfully, just looking at you.

"Of course, angel, don't forget to call me!" He spoke nervously trying to hold back the storm in his throat.

Just when you were about to leave a hand grabbed your forearm, Ren was still looking at you with a smile, a sad smile.

"You're going to call me, right?" He asks, his eyes widening in desperation, Ren didn't want to lose you, he couldn't stand it, not again, what if you're thinking about slowly walking away?

"Sure, later" was the only thing you mentioned before pulling your arm to leave, it's not like you had an avoidant attachment pfff!

The days passed and life could be considered calm, you went out with your friends, you greeted your strange neighbor who loved to walk to her floors, work was not unpleasant and you even bought yourself a small dessert for dinner tonight.

You and Moth talked late into the night about the new episodes and since Haruko was so adorable, life felt peaceful once again. It's not that Ren was a problem, he was attractive and if you had enough self-esteem you would think you had a chance with him but…

I suppose not.

Speaking of Ren, what is he doing now? Visiting him would be a good idea, it's been days since they last spoke.

Once morning arrived you headed towards his large apartment and knocked on the door, not long after it was opened by Ren, who looked just like an abandoned puppy, you could almost see his eyes shine and his breath was lost just by seeing you in front of him. him.

"Angel, you're here! oh god, I-I'm so sorry for the mess, I didn't expect you to come… to my apartment…" It sounded a little strange, but it was just Ren being shy.

"Yeah uh… I'm sorry, are you busy? I can go, yes, maybe I should have let you know I was coming."

"No! NO! it's okay, you just surprised me, do you want a drink? I have your fav-… many options! I have many drink options" He corrected himself immediately with a smile, his face was almost the color of his hair and I was dying to say that I miss you so much.

"Or we can go out, do you want to visit the new cafe? Maybe we can-…"

“No” You interrupted, it sounded a little rude so you cleared your throat. "Now I'm not sure, I was just passing by to say hello, plus I don't have money to buy something…"

"I can buy it for you," he said almost immediately, his eyes fixed on you, almost sweating from having you close.

"That's very generous, Ren, but…"

"Please! It's your day off, right? We could go out and…"

"Ren, I'm not-…"

"Please, angel!" He begged, his hand had climbed to your arm and you didn't even notice, he was now gently squeezing your shoulder, wanting closeness, wanting to date, wanting you and you kept pushing him away.

The atmosphere was a little awkward now, you didn't know whether to be flattered that he thought you were interesting enough for Ren to want to spend time with you or scared by how desperate he looked about it.

"No thanks, I think I better go back to my apartment" You mentioned as you pushed his hand from your arm, you didn't even have time to turn to the door when Ren grabbed your arm tightly, a painful grip.

"Ren?"

"Can we be together, please? I-I'll make you feel special, I want you to be okay and I want you to…" his expression seemed so… surprised, to see you, embarrassed to act like that? scared of being abandoned? overstimulated? "all I want is to be with you!"

He almost roared out, his grip on your arm becoming more and more painful, he was pulling you away from the exit door.

"Ren, that hurts! REN! REN!"

"JUST LET ME HOLD YOUR HAND FOREVER!" He begged between screams, only a beeping sound existed in his head as he watched you fall to the ground in a pool of blood.

Now you were on the ground, screaming and crying out loud, it was agony, Ren had hurt you.

For fuck's sake, not only did he hurt you, he tore your fucking arm off and now you were writhing in your blood as you slowly lost consciousness.

Wake up.

Your body was still shaking, you were still terrified, and you had to escape, where was your arm? As soon as you woke up you found a sweaty Ren who was looking at you with a desperate and nervous smile.

It was a deranged look, almost immediately you started crying out of panic, your arm was gone, your arm, he tore it off, you were hyperventilating as you watched his left arm missing.

"REN! REN!!" You were sobbing in despair, the pool of blood was still on the floor, how long were you unconscious? not much because apparently Ren had tried to stop the bleeding and close the wound, seeing bandages full of blood made you vomit immediately, but that didn't stop you from crying in agony.

"Angel, please! s-stop crying, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me! FORGIVE ME, I DIDN'T WANT TO! IT WAS NOT MY INTENTION!" He begged you as he sobbed himself, he had hurt you and that was something he never thought of doing, that he never wanted to do. "l-look, now we are equal, can you forgive me?"

What did he say ..?

Your throat had closed and the screams stopped, that guy was fucking deranged.

He ripped his left arm off of him.

For you.

He came up to hug you, wanting to be comforting, to make you feel accompanied in this, to give you love in such a dark time.

No no no no.

"NO! NO! NOOO! PLEASE, NO!" You screamed in panic as the tears came out, that couldn't be happening, disgust and terror filled your poor mind as you were caressed with so much love, Ren was going to take care of you and promised to never hurt you again.

"We'll be fine angel, just trust me, I'll take care of you." He spoke so lovingly, smiling as he held you, genuinely happy to be so close, to be able to touch you. "Now we match, right?"

He was joking at a moment like that, as if it were nothing, the sobs no longer came out, you could barely breathe while the tears didn't stop and he lulled you into your chest with the help of his only arm.

♡

[just-1other-nerd]

Part 2 of this poll will be about which one of these hurt the most

[lendeah]

The currents of destiny

Chapter 3: Guilt and remorse.

Summary: In his third vision, Astarion observes himself trapped in a relentless cycle of thirst, remorse, and yearning within the shadows, witnessing others moving forward while he goes back to familiar patterns of the past. Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Reader/Tav Word Count: 3.6k Tags: Heavy Angst, Psychological Trauma, Blood and Violence, Character Death, Psychological Torture (kind of), Emotional Manipulation, Verbal Abuse, but just chapter 2, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending.

a/n: tysm to @tinystarfishgalaxy for helping me with this chapter <3

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Astarion wept, as his body shook uncontrollably. His thoughts and emotions were swirling, Tav's agonized screams still echoed in his mind, haunting him. And those staring, lifeless eyes... they would forever haunt his darkest dreams. He shuddered at the thought of what he could have become: a soulless monster who would have used and abused Tav without remorse. The weight of guilt and regret bore down on him like a heavy cloak, suffocating and unrelenting. He wanted to kill that version of himself, he wanted to erase him from existence.

He briefly believed they were returning to the vast emptiness of space. But before he could process that thought, he was being violently pulled once more. Then, everything went black.

Astarion's heart clenched with fear as he quickly realized that he was inhabiting another body, once again a different version of himself. His mind was still spinning from the previous vision, but he forced himself to calm down and focus on his current reality. None of this is real, he told himself, you can still change everything.

The first thing he noticed was the emptiness in his head, the silence. The lack of parasite buzzing over his senses. That explained why his limbs felt heavier and slower, without the surge of power he had grown used to. He was back to being a vampire spawn.

We won, then. We beat the Nether Brain.

He would have laughed, had he not noticed the feelings coursing his body: regret and a deep-seated remorse. It was a stark difference from the empty void of emotions that had possesed him while inside his Ascended body. This version... this future Astarion, was filled with nothing but guilt. And hunger, so deep it shook his frame to its core.

He looked around, taking in his surroundings. He was crouched against a damp stone wall, his body weakened and exhausted. The putrid stench of the city sewers filled his nostrils, adding to his misery.

His clothes, ragged and wet, were clinging uncomfortably to his body. Hells, he looked like a wild animal.

Disgusting.

Astarion's senses heightened as his body caught a whiff of fresh blood, human blood. His stomach growled and he could feel the thirst coursing through his veins, demanding to be sated. How long had it been since he last fed? Judging his estate, he estimated it had probably been weeks, if not a whole month.

He hadn't felt this feral in years. Since...

Since Cazador buried him alive for a year. Have I been starving myself?

His body forced itself to stand up, legs shaky and weak from lack of nourishment. He stumbled through the dark corridors of the sewers, following the scent of fresh blood like a predator on the hunt. The sound of voices echoed off the walls, growing louder as he neared his destination. He froze at the end of the tunnel, straining to make out their words.

"There's another body. How many innocent civilians have to disappear before someone takes action?" A woman's voice said.

"I know. We're doing our best to find those damned bloodsuckers. But the Dukes seem to have other priorities at the moment." Another male voice responded wearily.

Astarion's heart sank as he realized what they were talking about. Shit, the spawn. They are in the sewers too.

From behind the corner, he could see two Fists standing outside. Their weapons of choice were stakes and swords, a comical sight if he wasn't in so much pain.

He crouched down, trying to gather his strength and formulate a plan. But before he could process everything that was happening, his body was wracked with searing agony. His vision blurred as he fell to the ground, clutching at his stomach.

Then, everything was a blur.

His body launched itself at the unsuspecting guards. The sudden attack threw them off guard, their shocked cries echoing through the darkness.

What are you doing? Stop, you bastard!

Astarion willed his new body to halt, but it paid him no mind. With ruthless precision, he sank his fangs into one of the guards' necks, and tore the soft skin in seconds, hot blood pouring all over him. The other guard scrambled for his weapon but Astarion was too fast, too desperate. He struck again. However, the guard managed to slide the sword out in the process and lunged forward. Astarion barely managed to dodge it, the blade grazing his arm instead of piercing through his heart. The pain shot through him like lightning but did little to deter him.

He buried his fangs in the man's neck, relishing in the warm rush of blood as it filled his mouth and quenched his hunger. The guard struggled against him, but Astarion was far too strong in his primal state.

It wasn't until both guards lay lifeless at his feet that Astarion snapped out of his bloodlust-induced haze.

The silence was deafening. He released the limp body from his grasp, letting it slump onto the cold stone floor. The hunger had subsided for now, and he was left with a chilling emptiness; a void that echoed with his victims’ last moments.

He felt…dirty. Disgusted with himself and the monstrous actions he was forced to commit while under the control of this abhorrent future self once again.

The future version of Astarion sat in a corner of the room, his back against the unforgiving stone wall. He crouched over the blood-soaked floor, holding his knees tightly to his chest.

A bitter laugh escaped his body. "Look at what you've become," he muttered, "A monster...a butcher." His voice was barely a whisper, drowned out by the steady drip, drip, drip of the sewer pipes.

Oh, hush, Astarion supplied inside his brain, you are just trying to survive.

Survival was indeed his main priority now. With no friends or allies, Astarion had to do whatever it took to stay alive. And if that meant giving into his vampiric instincts and becoming a ruthless killer, then so be it.

But even as he tried to justify his actions to himself, guilt gnawed at him from within. One thought kept resurfacing in his mind - Tav. The one who had shown him kindness when all others saw him as nothing more than a tool to be used.

How could he face her after what he had done? Would she still see him as someone worthy of forgiveness or would she turn away in disgust?

How did you even get to this point? he asked himself.

Astarion's future self felt a strong urge to chase after her and make amends, begging for her forgiveness and asking her to take him back. But his pride wouldn't allow such a display of vulnerability. Instead, this version of himself reveled in the anger he felt towards her for not helping him complete the ritual. After all, it was her fault this had happened. If only he had ascended, he wouldn't have resorted to killing innocent people now.

No, he told himself, you would be killing her, you idiot.

But as always, he didn't listen. Didn't know.

As his eyesight blurred and shifted, Astarion found himself in another scene. It was late at night, and he was slowly making his way to the Elfsong tavern. Astarion felt a sense of unease, concerned that future him might harm his companions. But then it became clear: he was there to beg for forgiveness at last.

He watched for a moment as his body hesitated at the entrance of the inn. From within, he could hear the sound of laughter and music spilling out into the night. Through the dimly lit window, he saw his companions seated around their usual table, their faces glowing with warmth and camaraderie. There was Wyll, spinning tales of his latest exploits while Shadowheart listened with feigned indifference. His heart ached as he saw Tav, alive and well, her eyes sparkling as she shared a story with Lae'zel and Gale, her laughter more enchanting than any song sung in this tavern.

His heart swelled at the sight of her, revealing on seeing her unharmed, happy. If he had been in his own body, he would have cried of relief. For a moment, he allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to hold her in his arms again, to feel the warmth of her embrace. What he would give to feel it right now.

But instead, he felt future Astarion's heart sink. A sense of longing for the life he could have had if he had chosen a different path. He could have been sitting with them, laughing and sharing stories instead of being haunted by guilt and regret, like a wild animal, resorting to living in the sewers to escape the sunlight.

The weight of his shame was too much to bear, and he couldn't bring himself to ask for their forgiveness. He convinced himself that they were better off without him anyway. As tears threatened to spill from his eyes, he glanced one last time at the scene before turning away from the window. He didn't want them to witness his broken state - humiliated, reduced to a mere shadow of his former self.

And a part of him, real him, thought it was true. They seemed so happy without him, like he had never been there to begin with.

Do they even miss me?

His consciousness was pulled away once again. When he came to his senses, he found his body standing pressed against the cold stone wall of an abandoned alley. He took in his surroundings, trying to make sense of this new place. Through his future self's eyes, he sensed he was scanning the darkened streets for potential victims. His gaze lingered on a handsome young merchant, who despite his drunken state, still exuded a certain innocence. His body stepped out from the shadow, a charming smile already playing on his lips. The image was too familiar, and for a brief moment, he wondered if he had somehow traveled back in time instead of forward into the future.

The merchant's eyes, predictably, lit up at the sight of him.

"Well well, what do we have here? A handsome stranger wandering about all on his own?" he purred, trailing his finger down the man's arm. "My dear sir, it's far past bedtime for such daring adventure on your own."

The merchant blushed and stuttered something about getting lost. Astarion chuckled softly and offered to escort him back to his lodgings - an offer the man happily accepted.

His real self could only watch everything in disgust and shame; he had reverted back to his old ways. And this time, he wasn't even under the influence of his master.

Guiding him down an even narrower alleyway, Astarion couldn’t help but curse himself inwardly for what he knew he was about to do. Astarion wished he could look away as he saw his body lean in close, his voice a smooth whisper in the man's ear. He could see his blush and giggle, taken in by Astarion's false charm.

Oh, how he wished he could warn him of what was to come. But all he could do was watch on helplessly as his body continued this dreadful performance he had practiced so many times before.

I am back to being a puppet.

"Astarion?"

His body stiffened at the sound of his name, and he turned to face the voice.

"Tav," his body breathed her name. Their eyes locked, and for the first time in a year, he felt something other than the hunger that had become his constant companion. A sly smirk danced across his lips as he effortlessly masked his true emotions. "Well, well, what brings you to this enchanting alleyway?"

"I could ask you the same," Tav replied, her voice filled with a mixture of concern and shock. She glanced at the merchant standing next to him, stumbling in his drunken stupor. Her eyes filled with sadness as she took in the scene.

There was a tense silence as they stared one another down. Astarion swallowed hard, racking his brain for an excuse that would believably explain his current situation. Before he could come up with a response, Tav spoke again.

"Astarion," Tav uttered again, her voice trembling slightly. "Are you... are you okay?"

No, I am not.

"Of course, darling," he replied smoothly, flashing her a charming smile. "Just enjoying a late-night stroll with this... gentleman." He gestured towards the drunk merchant, who was now leaning heavily on Astarion for support.

Astarion's heart, however, constricted at the concern in her voice. He desperately wanted to tell her the truth, to hold her close, to kiss her breathless.

Do it, tell her. Kiss her. Save yourself.

"Are you sure you're okay, Astarion? You... you can tell me," Tav asked once again, her voice tinged with worry as her eyes flickered between them, clearly not buying his explanation. Astarion could feel her searching gaze boring into him, trying to read him like an open book.

Just as he was about to confess everything, Shadowheart appeared behind her, sliding a hand around her waist.

What?

"Love, what are you doing in an alleyway? You are asking to get murd-" her eyes suddenly locked on Future Astarion. Recognition and shock flashed across her face before it hardened into a scowl.

"Shadowheart," Astarion acknowledged her presence coldly. His gaze was caught on the way Shadowheart's fingers rested possessively on her waist; a sight he found increasingly difficult to stomach.

What is the meaning of this?

For once, Astarion felt the same way as his future self; confusion and hurt mingled with betrayal and anger. Shadowheart and Tav... together? When did that happen?

Tav turned around to look at Shadowheart, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks. "I was just..." she began nervously, gesturing towards Astarion and the merchant. "I saw..."

"Astarion." Shadowheart's voice interrupted, cold as ever. Her grey eyes looked past him to the merchant who was almost passed out at this point. "You have poor taste in company these days."

Despite the icy edge to her voice, Astarion could make out a hint of worry in her eyes as she looked at Tav. It was a concern that echoed his own, one that served only to intensify the bitter taste of jealousy creeping up his throat.

"Perhaps," Astarion finally replied, his voice filled with false cheerfulness."But at least he knows how to appreciate a good drink." He then mumbled, "Anyway, I should probably take him home," gesturing towards the unconscious man.

As he started to walk away, Tav weakly protested and broke free from Shadowheart's grasp to approach Astarion. "Hold on!" Tav interjected, still unsteady on his feet. "You still haven't answered my question."

A tense quiet settled over them as they locked gazes once more. Astarion could see the mix of emotions in her eyes - confusion, pain, and yet a glimmer of hope. His other self didn't understand, but he did. He saw right through her.

She wanted him to ask for help, because that would mean he was ready to rejoin their group. She needed to help him. To redeem herself and close the wound he had opened a year ago.

He desperately yearned to do it, to return to his friends, to her. Instead, his body betrayed him and spoke on his behalf, "I assure you, Tav," he declared with stiffness in his voice, fighting to keep his emotions in check. "I am doing perfectly well without you."

Like hell you are!

Tav's face fell at his words, her eyes widening in shock and hurt. But before she could respond, Shadowheart spoke up again, her tone sharp and accusatory. "Oh yes, Astarion. You are the very definition of perfectly well." She directed a pointed look to the boy, who was sobering up and looking utterly confused, "You should go home," she said firmly.

The boy stumbled away, casting a final bewildered look at Astarion before disappearing into the darkness. Astarion watched the boy leave and turned his gaze back to Tav. He could see the disappointment in her eyes, but he couldn't explain or apologize, trapped as he was inside his own mistakes.

Tav hesitated for a moment before talking again

"Why didn't you return? We could have searched for a solution together."

Astarion's heart was heavy with the pain in Tav's voice. However, watching them together, watching how they had moved on without him, was stirring up a sick and ugly sensation within his chest. He could feel the longing consuming him, but his future self chose to focus only on the anger instead. Focus on the pride.

"Yeah, looks like you all missed me so much." Astarion quipped bitterly, glancing between Tav and Shadowheart.

Tav flinched like she had been hit. Astarion wanted to hit himself for it.

"Astarion, we didn't mean to hurt you, I-"

"That's not what it looks like. In fact, it seems like you both have moved on quite easily without me."

"Enough, Astarion," Shadowheart snapped, her patience clearly at its end. "Stop playing the victim. You disappeared without a word. What did you expect us to do? Wait for you forever?"

Yes. Maybe.

Tav's words were softer, her face etched with worry and regret. "You could have come to us... we would have helped you..."

Astarion scoffed. "Like hell you would." His tone was bitter, but he couldn't bring himself to meet their eyes. "You were the reason I left in the first place. Your betrayal."

His body had expected to feel relief upon seeing them again... but all he felt now was an overwhelming sense of loss. The sight of Tav and Shadowheart together brought a reality crashing down on him – they had moved on and he was stuck in the past. In the same toxic cycle from his time with Cazador.

There was another tense silence between them as they stood there in the dark alleyway. Astarion could feel their gazes burning into him, but he couldn't bring himself to meet their eyes again.

Shadowheart spoke up again. "What are you going to do now?"

Astarion shrugged casually. "Who knows? Maybe I'll just find someone else who actually keeps their promises," he said with a tone of bitterness.

But that was far from the truth. He felt completely isolated and alone, with no one to turn to for comfort or support.

Tav glanced at him once more, her head shaking as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry," she said brokenly.

No, I'm the one who is sorry.

The need to reach out was overwhelming. But he could just watch in despair as his body decided to keep quiet, and observe as she silently turned around and left.

Shadowheart, however, stayed put, looking at him dead in the eye.

"I thought you'd come back for her, you know?"

I almost did, he told himself, I almost did, but I am a coward.

"You know, I thought you of all people would understand why I left. How could I stay after she ripped me off my only opportunity at freedom?" Astarion responded, finally meeting Shadowheart's gaze.

He expected anger, but was instead met with deep sorrow.

"When you left, something in Tav... it broke. She cried for you, night after night. For months, Astarion."

Of course, he knew. He had seen the scene at the Elfsong Tavern. However, this version of him hadn't.

He scoffed in an attempt to hide his pain, but Shadowheart continued relentlessly.

"She suffered so much because of your selfishness," Shadowheart said, her voice barely a whisper. "I... I had to pick up the pieces, Astarion. I had to convince her not to... not to lose herself."

Astarion felt a wave of guilt wash over him as Shadowheart's words hit him like a physical blow.

"I'm sorry," was all he could manage to say, his voice breaking with emotion.

Shadowheart's expression softened for a moment before hardening again. "Sorry doesn't fix what you've done. What you said," she replied, her tone biting.

"I know," he mumbled quietly, feeling the weight of his mistakes crashing down on him.

They stood there in silence for a few moments longer before Astarion spoke again. "She's hard not to fall in love with, isn't she?"

Shadowheart's eyes opened in surprise, and the softened slightly.

"Yes. Yes, she is," she replied under her breath.

Astarion shook his head.

"Is she happy?" he asked, unable to help himself.

Shadowheart sighed. "She’s getting there," she admitted quietly. "But she won’t be if you drag her back into your mess now."

And he knew what that meant. Let her go. She is happier without you.

Astarion hung his head, feeling a familiar pain bloom in his chest. He was quiet for a long moment before finally looking back up at Shadowheart.

"I won't," he promised, swallowing hard around the lump in his throat.

Shadowheart’s gaze bore into him for another moment before she nodded, and finally turned to leave.

"And Astarion?" she called over her shoulder, causing him to look up at her again.

"Hmm?"

"I hope you find your happiness too. You deserve it."

And with that, she walked away, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Astarion watched as she sauntered towards Tav, who was standing a little ways off. He could barely make out the details of her face from where he was standing but even from the distance, he could tell she was beautiful – more beautiful than he remembered.

Shadowheart gently approached Tav, her hand resting on her arm before leaning in for a tender kiss. Astarion couldn't help but feel like an outsider, witnessing this intimate moment between the two. As he watched them, he noticed the way Tav gazed at Shadowheart with such adoration and love - the same way she used to look at him.

He watched their retreating figures until they disappeared into the night. And his heart threatened to break into smaller pieces at the thought that this had probably been their last conversation.

In a flash, Astarion was once again standing in the void, surrounded by darkness. He felt a sense of unease wash over him as he waited for G'axir's voice to come through again.

See now... Astarion? G'axir's voice echoed around him.

See what? All I see are stars. Astarion asked, feeling frustrated at the cryptic messages.

Amidst the shroud of remorse and longing... lies the opportunity to redefine. Hope's whisper still lingers... in a realm unseen.

Tag list: @tinystarfishgalaxy, @imaginarypetlizard, @nanamisfriedstick, @stuckinaoaktree, @madislayyy, @cosywinterevenings, @fandom-garbage, @generalstephkenobi

a/n: I kind of hate G'axir. If I was Astarion I would be throwing hands, ngl. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the last angsty chapter! Thanks for the support! And lmk if you want to be added to the taglist☺️✨

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[cloudster-clown]

I am in need of rp!Phil nourishment. And I just found out he's updating the hc carrd with new things about his hardcore world. It makes me hungry for mooorrrree...

So here's some of my headcannons about Phil's characters:

Looking back on it, I like to imagine eggza is q!Phil in his crow form 🤏 I'm a sucker for immortals with cute animal forms to transform into. I still like the idea/ find it hilarious that it's just him with the gas mask though

o!Phil and o!Sneeg has a cool little entrance they make anytime they introduce themselves. Kinda like team rocket

q!Phil would occasionally slip out crow noises whenever he's being affectionate. He only does this with his family but still finds it embarrassing. It's slips out more whenever he's near Missa :3

Whenever c!Techno and c!Phil hunts, they do it like wolves and ravens(?). Phil would soar I the skies and alert Techno if he found an animal(or someone hehe). Techno would then run towards the prey and get the kill

q!Phil loves head scratches. Idk. I saw a video of someone giving a crow head scratches and thought "yep, this will be a neat headcannon"

I think this was said somewhere else but i like the idea Phil's character does crow characteristics because he's observed crows for so long lmao

Another one that I think was said somewhere. q!Phil has a slight purple tint on his eyes eversince Enderking possesed him. BUUUTT the purple gets a lot more clearer whenever he's angry >:]

hc!Phil still tries to perfect his mechanical wings from that day(I like to think it's the flying machine) despite having wings himself now. He fears he'd one day lose the ability to fly and fall to his death again. And uhhh... Yeah...

Whenever o!Phil sees a scarecrow, he orders o!Sneeg to execute it. Sneeg just cuts it down. Phil calms down a bit but he's still afraid of being near the scarecrow 😭

And finally, hc!Phil had glasses but lost them. It's the reason he can't read smh /j

Anyways that's all from me! If you want to give your headcannons of Phil's characters, be my guest! I'd love to read more headcannons :3

[joltai-showa]

just been swamped with stuff irl + whenever I get a free day, i end up sleeping through half of it lmao, but anyway, chapter 7 FQTP is proceeding as planned

i've been thinking what I wanted to post about and decided on Deidara's kinjutsu because why not

i've seen some certain misconceptions about it, so let's do something of a master post regarding it, Deidara and Deidara's abilities that aren't actually connected with the kinjustu

before diving deeper - kinjutsu translates to forbidden jutsu, and is not to be mistaken with kenjutsu - which is everything connected with shinobi doing stuff with swords. to put it simply, Kisame is a master in kenjutsu and he is in no capacity involved with kinjutsus (as I far as remember canon stating lol). and kinjutsus are pretty widely spread throughout Naruto world, it's not just Deidara utilizing it for his art, Edo Tensei is also a kinjutsu, Shadow Clones are also classified as a kinjutsu (don't mind how much Naruto spams it lol), and so on and so forth. Kinjutsu is a classification category and is arbitrarily assigned to certain jutsus that pose too much of a threat. And said threat is not just about people around the user of a kinjutsu, it is also a threat posed to the user of the jutsu (again, Shadow Clones is not forbidden because infinitely more people can be killed using it, no, this is actually a perk of the jutsu, it's dangerous because it's incredibly chakra taxing, so if someone with low chakra reserves tries to do it - bam - they are dead). As we can see from Deidara's life, his kinjutsu is dangerous because it poses a threat to him and to other ls around him.

now, I guess it would be fairer to say this is Iwagakure's kinjutsu - it doesn't have its own name, so that should give you an idea about how much info there is about it (and how much Kishi worries about Iwa lore in general). but back to the matter, here's exactly what it does: it allows the user to mix their chakra with physical substances via the special mouths appearing on the body of the user.

exhibit one as an example. I know a lot of people don't read the manga and only know Naruto through anime, so yes, this is indeed an actual page from the manga (in fact, it is the cover of chapter 362, the very same one where Deidara dies. i gotta respect Kishimoto for creating a character that creates a plethora of questions regarding whether or not he... "plays" with himself with his mouths and answering with a resounding YES literally as he dies in the plot. also of course there's gonna be toes, name a more iconic duo than Kishimoto and his foot fetish).

but back to the definition above: it actually helps to clear certain misconceptions that I've seen people have regarding how Deidara's "artistic process" goes. first and obvious - kinjutsu is not responsible for the matter mixed with chakra exploding.

this is never mentioned in the canon and is something from the databooks, but there is this thing called Bakuton which is a kekkei genkai that allows the owner of it to give their chakra explosive properties. Deidara happens to have this kekkei genkai and this is what responsible for Deidara's explosions. canon only mentions two people possesing this kekkei genkai - one being obviously Deidara and another being Gari, an Iwa guy ressurected during Shinobi World War 4 - so not much is known about it, whether it is spread beyond Iwa, whether it can be created manually by mixing basic chakra natures or, as it happens a lot in Naruto world, this is something genetic, meaning that Gari and Deidara are somehow connected by blood, we don't know any of that, just that Bakuton exists.

another important thing stated by the definition - kinjutsu is not responsible for the form that the resulting mixture of chakra and physical matter. Deidara is explicitly stated to be a genius sculptor, and he was already famous for his abilities when it came to working with clay in the village prior to him becoming a nukenin and a terrorist (again, directly stated in the databooks). kinjutsu doesn't make all those different birds, mouths don't automatically produce owls and micro-Deidaras, Deidara does. This is a separate skill that he has and has been seemingly developing from a very young age (I made a whole separate rant about Deidara's career, but basically Deidara would have been like 12 when Akatsuki came to recruit him, so the entire "genius of Iwagakure" thing would have taken place like when he literally was in single digits)

now onto, I think, one of the biggest misconceptions I've seen about Deidara when it comes to fanfictions, at least, because on numerous occasions I've seen people write about Deidara being mistreated and abused by people of Iwagakure for being born with these disfigurements in form of too many mouths. and while I am a sucker for a tragic childhood backstory, this directly contradicts what has officially been stated (and the fact that what little is known about Deidara's life in Iwagakure is already concerning as fuck). again, Deidara was born an absolutely normal kid when it comes to the number of mouths on his person, and while living in Iwa it continued to stay so until he decided to steal the kinjutsu which would allow him to combine his sculpturing skills and his kekkei genkai. one boy four mouths DOES NOT happen until after he leaves Iwagakure (as stated by databooks).

now a little bit of a side rant, but I think judging from the info available, there are certain reasonable speculations that can be made about Iwagakure's kinjutsu. it's pretty obvious that it was developed by Iwagakure - as we never see anyone else in the world besides Deidara running around with twenty mouths on their body - but was banned for some reason. think about it, giving your shinobi an ability to shove their chakra into physical objects and literally allowing them to yeet that shit in the enemies' faces? hell yeah, give us some of that. and i believe the issue lies within the jutsu itself and it's something that can not be physically removed from the user. what I am alluding to is that one gigantic mouth on Deidara's chest.

because there is no clear explanation as to how exactly the jutsu works (besides a vague statement that Deidara "used it on himself"/"sealed it within himself"), I'm gonna go ahead and say that I think that this gigantic mouth on the chest IS the sealed kinjutsu, meaning if one wants to get it, they must end up with this toothy thing too. the smaller mouths on palms is simply the result of activating an already sealed kinjutsu and spreading it to certain area the user wishes to have it in (in Deidara's case, his palms). now, why I believe that? because, if you remember at the end of Kazekage capture arc, Deidara loses both arms, however by the time of him and Tobi face Isobu he already has them back, which raises a pretty big fucking question: how the hell Deidara has mouths on both of hands? again, remember the circumstances in which Deidara became two arms short: his left one was fully crushed by Gaara, while his right elbow ended up being caught in Kakashi's Kamui, so his right upper arm and right hand got separated from each other. the mouth on the right arm is easy to explain - his original hand remained, so by the time of Isobu capture Deidara has his own right upper arm -> Kakuzu's stitches -> whatever the hell the used as a replacement of Deidara's elbow -> more stitches -> Deidara's original right hand with the mouth. but Deidara's left arm would look like Deidara's upper arm -> Kakuzu's stitches -> a replacement for Deidara's elbow and everything below it. and what a fucking replacement that is, because not only it a) perfectly fits with Deidara's complexity (and I mean his proportions, his new left arm doesn't look weird or causes him any comfort) b) whoever they took it from happened to have the same blood type as Deidara, and most importantly c) has a FUCKING mouth on the palm (which is not commonplace in the shinobi world, as we know). and the third requirement being fulfilled either makes Kakuzu the single most resourceful motherfucker in the entire shinobi world (because he'd quickly found a mouthy arm) or Akatsuki leadership for some reason dropped everything and started looking everywhere for someone who would have a left arm with a mouth on it, blood type AB and has the same complexity as 166 cm 50 something kg Deidara (which is surprsingly caring of said leadership considering they ditched Sasori's corpse instantly + Deidara is not that important in the grand scheme of things for both Nagato's and Obito's plan). so, as you can see, a lot of questions arise if we assume hand mouths to be some sort of intristic feature of Iwagakure's kinjutsu, however, if we presume that the kinjutsu is just the mouth on the chest, then Deidara could simply grow it on the new limb attatched to him after his chakra system connected with the new arm (and, considering that Kakuzu's own thingies work on the chakra system, this isn't that wild of an assumption to make).

okay, yapping session is somewhat over, I've established what I believe is the way Iwa's kinjutsu works. back to the reason why it is a forbidden jutsu: the user ends up with a mouth on their chest that poses an EXTREME danger to everyone including the user, and this is what Deidara himself named C0

let's talk a bit about the differences between the way Deidara's mouths are shown to operate, because he is the only indication that we have regarding how it works, what it does and why did Iwa ban it.

here's a side by side comparison to see what I mean. obviously, the size difference is quite considerable, but this might be explained by the fact that hand mouths don't have as much space as the chest one, but one thing can certainly be established: the chest mouth is much stronger and, I'll say, violent compared to its smaller siblings - the one and only time we see it, it opens up in such a way that makes me worry a lot about Deidara's spine and ribs + Deidara himself doesn't look really comfortable in the moment (however later as the activation of C0 starts he begins cackling in Sasuke's face, suggesting that the chest mouth opening must have been pretty uncomfortable for him, a guy who shrugged off two severed arms). another difference can be seen in the shape of the teeth on his chest and his palms: the handmouths look pretty tame and have human looking teeth, while the chest one... well, you certainly wouldn't want to have your hand bitten by that. but the most obvious and concerning difference between the two is how the hand mouths are just there, while Deidara has a seal AND an actual wire sewn into his chest mouth just to keep it shut, which makes it obvious that...

Deidara has no control over the chest mouth, unlike the hand ones.

Which is the first red flag to Iwa as people who developed and researched this thing. However, user not being able to control the jutsu is half of the problem, the REAL issue comes when you realize WHAT this mouth does. We see plenty of times how hand mouths operate: Deidara takes his clay, puts it in the mouths, the mouths inject it with a certain concentration of chakra (and I'm pretty sure that C1/C2/C3/C4 thing refers to the concentration of chakra within Deidara's creations, not their form, so C2 dragon doesn't have to look like a giant dragon, but it's cooler this way innit) and then Deidara shapes the clay into whatever form he needs before sending his creation to go kaboom.

However, this is not what happens with the chest mouth

Clearly, for its activation Deidara still has to feed it something, but then things get completely and utterly messed up in that regard that this mouth, seemingly, has no defined limit to the concentration of chakra it will inject into whatever ends up within it.

The first page immediately follows the panel above, so we can see that the mouths starts to suck up energy of the user immediately. And I say energy specifically, because it's not just chakra - which is the spiritual energy - but life energy as well. This is harder to see in the manga, but is kind of confirmed by how little shape Deidara has as C0 is getting closer to completion and is directly confirmed by the anime (and I don't like referring to anime as source for anything, but alas) that Deidara's body starts to lose color and almost dissolve? within seconds after he feeds the clay to the chest mouth. Oh, and those black lines being sucked up towards Deidara's heart area? Likely his chakra system being consumed too😊that mouth literally sucks in anything that has even the tiniest drop of energy in the user before concentrating it all in whatever ended up within that mouth. obviously, eventually such concentration becomes impossible to contain, so it all simply bursts out. in Deidara's case the entire situation only gets worse because, once again, he's got Bakuton, so not only this shit ton of energy is contained within a relatively tiny space, but this energy also happens to be highly explosive, so shit goes kaboom and I mean KABOOM - Viz's translation claims that 10 kilometers is just the radius of the resulting explosion, but I call bullshit on that and believe that this is a translator not comprehending the difference between radius and diameter (diameter is 2 * radius, so if we go off Viz's translation, then the total size of the territory that Deidara deleted with his death would be 20 kilometers from one side to the other) and American tendency to not quite understand what the fuck is a kilometer🦅🦅🦅🦅(to put into perspective, the baseline urban area speed limit in Europe is around 50 to 60 km/h, so it would take about 20 minutes to cross a distance of 20 kilometers which is the supposed size of the crater that Deidara left behind).

okay, let's sum up what is known about Iwagakure's kinjutsu: if it is sealed within someone, the user ends up with a giant toothy mouth right near their heart (and the center of chakra system, obviously). Said mouth can not be controlled, so the only option is to literally slap another seal right on top of it + sew it shut. If something ends up within this mouth, it instantly starts to literally consume the user, and judging by the speed of the process, it can not be reversed. Finally, after a dozen of seconds, the concentration of energy reaches a critical point, and it all bursts out, wiping out everything in its vicinity.

Should it even be stated why Iwagakure would classify this thing as a kinjutsu?

Anyway, there is another thing that I find absolutely fascinating: Deidara knows the exact size of the explosion that will happen after C0 is completed. Now why is that? Deidara, obviously, couldn't learn that from simply experimenting on himself (C0 is a one time thing, after all). We are never told that he's got some sort of PhD in kinjutsu and chakra concentration calculation (which would be really fucking funny if he would just sit down after the missions, get his reading glasses and start calculating how much shit he could destroy given this or that level of chakra within himself + what is the rate at which his life energy can be converted into explosion energy. i can just imagine that looks that Sasori and Obito would give him respectively). So another logical conclusion that we can come to is - Iwagakure actually tested this kinjutsu on people, saw what it did, recorded their findings and banned it all from being used because no one wants the village to fly up directly into the Pure Lands. It's not conclusive if one of the subjects had Bakuton to give the exact size of the resulting implosion (because again, 10 fucking kilometers is a lot and whoever is doing the tests would probably be killed too) or Deidara has some sort of general idea how his kekkei genkai would affect the results of the chest mouth doing its thing.

And the fact of human experimentation commited by Iwa is kind of confirmed by the circumstances in which Deidara has abandoned the village - Deidara stole the kinjutsu, used it on himself and proceeded to kill the squad that Iwa sent after him for stealing the jutsu, developing his philosophy of art of a single moment (again, this all happened when the kid was like 11. like, dude, chill for 5 seconds, Naruto was still sitting his ass on that swing at the same age, do you really need to speedrun your life that fast). Again, Deidara stole the kinjutsu to further his abilities, meaning he KNEW beforehand what it does and how it's supposed to work (he was also aware of what that chest mouth does and. Iwagakure? Why is your 11 year old this happy and ready to put himself under the danger of killing himself in a very horrifying way??). And him knowning what kinjutsu is all about means that there must have certainly been some records regarding the experiments with it😊

(and if you're wondering how Deidara could have gained access to a literally banned justu, remember, before becoming a nukenin he already was a member of Bakuha Butai which seems to be a special squad in Iwagakure hierarchy focused exclusively on explosions + Deidara was Onoki's student, so everything suggest that he was a high-ranking officer and would have access to the secret info such as the forbidden jutsus of the village. yes, all of that took place even before he hit puberty. it's the same story as Itachi's and Kakashi's, where old men look at a kid, decide to promote them to a very high position and then everyone makes a pikachu face when things start to go terribly wrong)

anyway, i think that's pretty much it for what I wanted to say about Deidara's kinjutsu and its body and not-body horror? thanks for coming to my Tobitalk

p.s. a personal headcanon of mine is that similarly how Tobirama developed all of these kinjutsus for Konoha, Mu the Second Tsuchikage is the one who developed and tested kinjutsu that Deidara would proceed to steal + Mu himself has got, like, a dozen of mouths beneath all of those bandages, cuz why the fuck not + he seems freaky like that lol

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So, does anyone know if we have a canonical reason why the traveler can just, posses the different saurians in Natlan. Ik in-game yeah it's a new travel mechanic but it got my brain thinking

To figure it out, there's a few things we need to consider:

1. The traveler can "possess" any saurian not in a civilian designated structure like the arena and the within the tribes

2. The traveler, while they are saurians, get treated as an odd but still counted as saurians by the other ones as indicated by the usual head tilt and visible question mark

3. While in-game whenever the traveler possesses saurians, they dissapear as enemies during battles. And they can also die by the traveler's own hand when possessed. However, they still end up respawning where the traveler original possesed them

4. The traveler cannot, or chooses not to, posses baby saurians or adjacent boss saurian enemies

5. When exiting their saurian form, they only leave a holographic marker behind

Initially I thought that meant that this was symbolic of the traveler riding the saurians giving hoyo less effort to animate, but that wouldn't explain why other saurians saw the traveler as one of them OR the fact that the traveler couldn't have possibly gotten 3 saurian companions in the small amount of time they've been in Natlan. They also can't be taking pre-existing saurians because they always reappear where the traveler originally possesed them. So "posses" isn't the correct term.

Thus, I headcanon that the traveler, in some sort of spiritual or shapshifting power, can turn into saurians.

This would fit as suitable explanation to all of my previously mentioned statements, and also because I think it would be adorable. The traveler could open full communications between Natlan and their saurian companions. The Natlan playable characters could use us as transport of if they just want a cute animal friend. Freakouts when new characters see traveler tranform/detransform.

Another layer is that, why is it that the traveler can only do it now? I think there are two factors given the Natlan Nation.

1. Saurians are dragons

2. Natlan is filled with Abyss energy

What if all the corrupted energy we've been purifying is actually the traveler unkowingly increasing their original powers. And why their twin sided with the abyss, because it gives them back what was cut off from them.

It can be that because the saurians have undergone revolution alongside humans and abyssal energy the traveler resonates with them.

Or my favorite alternative that since dragons are usually being of great power and divinity, plausibly one of the traveler's original powers was either becoming a dragon or possesing dragon-like power.

It's just, my thoughts. Personally I'm not too well versed into genshin's lore so I could be wayyy off course.

Regardless I will continue believing the traveler animorphs into saurians and no one can stop me.