#ps game not strong enough

[satanzayoru25341]

No mountains high enough

we’re the frickin’ guardians of the galaxy

for maisiewilliams

[theonewiththefanfics]

Homecoming (one-shot)

Synopsys: When Y/N goes missing during a simple supply run, she comes back with world-shattering news for Astarion. News he never thought to hear, and now he has a decision to make, one that will shift his life on its axis once more.

Set after the main events of BG3

Pairing: Astarion x fem!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, a bit of SMUT, but nothing explicit

Warnings: talks of blood, injuries, swearing, mentions of abuse, but nothing explicit, kidnapping

Word count: 8397

A/N: I have not played Baldur's Gate 3 (I don't own a PS or a PC where to play it. all of this is based on the info gathered online and through Neil's own gameplay etc. Please be kind :) )

Part 2(ish) - Love Conquers All (one-shot)

A home was not something to ever be taken for granted, that much they had learned during their adventures.

A home was a fire slowly crackling in the hearth, warmth expanding through the living room. A home was Astarion sitting on a loveseat, a book in his hands while he waited for his love to finish puttering around in the kitchen. A home was drying tea leaves and making preserves for the coming winter as she shooed him out, saying that his fussing would only hinder her process.

He’d huffed, puffed and whined, trying to make Y/N pull away from her plans just so they could curl up and read together, but she was adamant.

“I’ve already started.” She dropped an orange peel and pressed some lemon juice into the steaming pot. “It’ll be wasted produce if I just leave it now.”

“But it will take you hours!” Astarion whined like a child and even stomped his foot, making her snort.

“And it will take me twice as long if you don’t stop annoying me.” Y/N threw him a saccharine smile over her shoulder, batting her lashes at the pouting vampire. “Now, be a good boy, and quit pestering me. We’ll have all the time in the world, once I’m done.”

Astarion just groaned, going up to her and wrapping his arms around her waist, the incisors he usually sank into her neck now nipping at her lobe. “I can be a very good boy if you only let me prove it.”

“My love, you will be getting absolutely no sex from me, if you don’t let me at least finish this batch.” A shiver rushed down her spine as he licked at her neck, so close to that sweet spot he always used as a place to bite and drink from. But she had to be strong. The jams wouldn’t make themselves. “Every additional minute you keep me from this will be an additional day of your dry spell.”

The vampire spawn jumped back from her as if he’d been scalded, scarlet eyes narrowing in on her. “You wouldn’t dare. You wouldn’t last an hour!”

Y/N turned around, crossing her arms as a devious smile bloomed on her lips, a brow raised in challenge. “Would you like to test those waters?”

Astarion stood, staring her down. His crimson gaze was blazing from underneath his lashes, but she didn’t budge. They’d played this game for close to three years as a couple now, and she’d learned very quickly – Astarion was very much so a cat. But especially – he was a cat that liked to knock things over while keeping direct eye contact with you, though the second you placed a palm underneath whatever it was he wanted for to fall, all his need for chaos disappeared. It just wasn’t fun anymore.

For twenty long seconds, Y/N and her pale elven lover didn’t break, hoping the other would crumble and be announced as the loser, but part of what he loved about her, was her stubbornness. It was because of that part of her personality, she’d stuck by him when his doubts had crept in, when his own mind called him worthless and not good enough for her, almost as if to spite those vicious words in his mind. She didn’t give up on the people she loved, and as luck would have it, Astarion owned her heart.

But Y/N also knew how to handle a cat like him, so just after a few more tense moments, his eye twitched, and he huffed in defeat.

“Fine,” he scoffed. “But if you are not done by sundown, I shall have no other option but to drag you away from the stove. Kicking and screaming preferred.”

Y/N simply shook her head, and went to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling the man into a deep, breathless kiss, but not before nipping at his bottom lip, dragging the piece of flesh between her teeth and making him let out a desperate moan. “I’ll even let you tie me up if you wish to do so.”

Astarion’s pupils almost swallowed the red irises in a matter of seconds, as he threw his head back in a groan. “My love, you’re absolutely killing me here.”

“Then I hope whatever punishment you deem fit for me, will be just oh, so sweet.” Y/N stepped back, untangling herself from him, but the mischievousness in her eyes didn’t lessen.

She could see how the words tortured him, how it took every single last piece of his fraying self-control, to not rip off her apron and the clothes underneath and just lay her down on the kitchen table, legs spread with his mouth licking into her until she orgasmed.

With eyes holding nothing but pure lust and hands clenching and unclenching, Astarion retreated. Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t hot and bothered and absolutely dripping between her thighs, and the thought of finishing those jams was the last thing on her mind, but she did have to do it. If only to keep him waiting longer, knowing whatever his beautiful brain was cooking up would leave her screaming and shaking for hours.

They’d been growing their own vegetables and fruits, Y/N tending to them during the nights to spend more time with Astarion as he fussed over his flower gardens, so it would simply be wasteful to leave their berries to rot. The year had been very generous and offered a variety of things to gather, so a while back, she’d decided to pickle some of the tomatoes and cucumbers, turn another batch of peppers and tomatillos into sauces while the sweeter things would be turned into syrups and jams.

Y/N shook her head, trying to clear it from the haze of lust, as the aroma of lemons and cranberries, raspberries and oranges wafted all around, encasing her in the scent. She was just about to add the sugar when the tin rattled with the sound of the last grains left.

Her brow furrowed as she opened the lid and looked inside. Sure, enough it was empty.

The woman huffed. She was absolutely positive she’d gotten the right amount during the last trip, but somewhere along the way it seemed a miscalculation had happened, and now she had to get more. Y/N would have asked Astarion, and had the sun dipped below the horizon, he would have jumped at the request, but alas his little vampiric predicament forbade him from walking during the day, the sun still high in the sky from what she could see through a tiny slit in the shutters.

Quickly, Y/N snuffed out the flame below the pot, untied her dirtied apron and grabbed a basket from the pantry, tying a pouch of coins to her side. She only needed sugar, but maybe she would grab some other necessities as well. They were low on Astarion’s favourite wine, one he claimed didn’t taste like vinegar at least.

“I’m off to the market really quick,” Y/N announced as she peeked into the living room, taking in Astarion as he flipped a page in a book. “Do you want anything?”

“No, my love.” He looked at her like a love-sick puppy. “Just your darling self back as quick as you can. I have picked up some… inspiration for your punishment if you will. Just as you suggested, of course.” He closed the book, showing the cover to her.

Heat crawled all over her body as she read the title, one of her smuttier romances she had started to read, and when she could do nothing but gulp and nod, his smile turned from a sweet one into a wicked-fanged thing. It was all she needed to know whatever awaited her once she was done would leave her unable to walk. Gods, she needed to finish this whole thing up as quickly as she could.

Y/N was out the doors like the wind, the usual stroll to the market cut from half an hour into a brisk fifteen-minute jog, the thoughts of the man waiting back home for her at the forefront of her mind.

The needed sugar, some coffee beans, a loaf of fresh bread, Astarion’s wine and some sour cream were all bought in quick succession, Y/N didn’t even try to haggle. Her eyes drifted across various stalls and merchants and she almost deemed it done when her gaze caught onto a rose seedling. It was a beautiful bloom with blood-red petals that whitened at the very tips. She smiled and went to buy it. Astarion would love the symbolism even if a bit too on the nose.

Once satisfied with everything, Y/N marched across the market and was back on the road to home. It was a humble little house they’d purchased with whatever had been left in their pockets after all was said and done with the tadpoles, but Astarion had bigger plans. This was only a temporary situation.

“I want a whole room full of books. Nothing but books from one end to the other and then some,” he’d confided in Y/N one night after both were panting and spent from multiple rounds of bringing the other to ecstasy.

“And a large ballroom,” he continued, and Y/N couldn’t help the loud laugh that escaped her.

“A ballroom? And what will we do with that?”

“Why, have grand balls, of course!” He threw his hands up in the air as if her question was preposterous.

“Star…” Y/N tilted her head to look up at him from where she was lying on his naked chest. “You hate people. A ballroom full of them – it would be your literal nightmare.”

“I don’t hate people.”

“I don’t count.”

“Alright,” he conceded, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. Y/N placed her palm atop where his heart was and rested her chin on it, looking deep into his eyes. “I hate most people, simply dislike them, but I wouldn’t be opposed to a get-together, from time to time. Maybe… maybe see our friends. Catch up on how they’re doing. I absolutely despise to admit this and will say you are lying if you ever mention it to anyone, but I – I miss them… even Gale…”

A gentle smile lifted her lips as she brushed a wild curl out of his face and tucked it behind his pointy ear. “I think I’d really like that too.”

His eyes were so soft and full of love, that Y/N swore she could feel his heart beating once more in his chest, thudding against her palm in a confession of adoration.

She was almost out of the city by that point, already on the small, secluded road leading to their house which lay on the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate right by the edges of the woods, so Astarion had easier access to game in between feeding on her when her attention was drawn back by someone calling out.

“Miss!” the voice, male she made out, yelled after her. “Miss, please wait!”

Instantly, her guard was up, but when a breathless man, looking to be in his late sixties appeared from behind a copse of trees, she somewhat relaxed. Y/N was still cautious, but if anything, she had a dagger holstered against her thigh. She was always prepared.

“Miss,” he gasped out, leaning his hands against his knees to catch his breath. “Miss, you are a quick one. I’ve been calling for you since by the rose stalls."

“Oh, I – I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you!” Y/N said but didn’t move forward. “How can I help?”

He huffed, as if regaining her breath, before fishing out a piece of fabric from his pocket, and extending it towards her. “You dropped this by the flowers.”

When she took a closer look at what he was holding, it seemed to be some sort of a silk scarf. She narrowed her eyes at him. She didn’t own silk scarves and definitely hadn’t worn one on such a warm day. “You must have mixed me up with someone, as it’s not mine. Sorry, for you to have troubled yourself like this.”

“No.” The man furrowed his brow, taking a step closer. “I am fairly certain I saw you drop it. Such a fine piece… didn’t want you to lose it.”

Y/N took a step back, angling herself in a defensive position with the basket in front of her. She didn’t like the tone he was speaking in, nor the way his eyes seemed to be appraising her. “No,” she asserted. “It’s not mine.”

His back stiffened, eyes growing cold, the grip on the scarf tightening as he hummed. “Well… a pity then.”        

She took another step back, but he was already lunging at her.

Dropping the basket to the ground, she reached for the knife strapped at her thigh, but he was quick as a viper as she hadn’t even noticed when a rope appeared in his hands, lashing it at her. Years of having fought had kept her agile and aware, but years of domestic bliss with Astarion had dulled her senses a bit.

The rope caught and wrapped around her ankle, knocking her to the ground. Y/N’s teeth clattered and snapped, her tongue almost in between them, but as he rushed to pin her down, she twisted her leg around the rope and pulled, making the man lose his balance and stumble.

It was enough for her to swipe her leg underneath his, and send him sprawling. It was enough for her to untangle her legs and roll away as he snapped it at her head. Her clothes were dirty as was her face, but it didn’t matter. She’d cover herself in blood if needed.

It was almost animalistic how she pounced – teeth bared, a snarl ripping from her throat and hands forming claws as if she would gouge at his face with just his nails, but as her palm brushed her thigh, unclipping the holster for her dagger, Y/N didn’t see the man had crouched on his knee and swung the cord.

It knocked the air out of her, as it wrapped around her chest, and he pulled her down, hard. Her ribs were screaming as the tether tightened and tightened with every pull, but as she thought this would be it, something strange happened – instead of offering her the killing blow, he opened a palm, now covered in a leather glove, and blew the contents of it onto her face.

Y/N coughed and sputtered, but whatever it was, was fast-acting and her lungs, still incapable of proper breathing due to the rope couldn’t expel it. In just a few seconds, the bright day around her turned into darkness.

She didn’t know how long she was unconscious for, but enough time had passed to dry out her throat. Or was that a side effect of whatever was blown into her face? In any case, as she slowly came to, Y/N noted there was a soft mattress under her body, which was an oddity for someone kidnapped. She could even tell the dagger was still by her thigh, the comforting weight of the blade pressed under her. Even weirder, if you asked her, to not disarm your victims.

Darkness still encompassed her, but the soft cloth against her cheeks told her she hadn’t permanently lost her vision, but with her sight obscured, she had to rely on her ears. That’s when voices invaded her senses.

There were three people somewhere further away, most likely in a different room if taken by how muffled the words were. She focused harder on what they were saying.

Two men and a female, Y/N differentiated, when the woman spoke.

“This is not what we agreed upon!” she hissed, and a grumbly-sounding man scoffed.

“You said to get her to you. I did. You never specified how.” It was the same man who’d knocked her out.

“We want her to help us!” A different male voice, this one softer, even kinder, rebutted. “I highly doubt kidnapping is a good incentive for that!”

“Look,” her assailant said. “I fulfilled my end of the deal. She is unhurt, maybe she'll sport a couple of bruises and a headache, but that is her own fault. She could have come willingly but didn’t. Other than that, though – she is completely fine. Now you do your part!”

As the trio argued between themselves, more angry whispers than shouting, Y/N started to shimmy her hands which had been bound, out of the restraints. She had a good inclination they needed her alive but had no want of staying as a prisoner.

Though her fighting skills seemed to have mellowed, which she was not happy about, even a couple of years without mortally dangerous adventures, hadn’t changed how quickly she could slip her wrists from their bindings.  Astarion might need to get more creative during their debauchery.

Y/N froze the second she heard a door open and shut, two pairs of footsteps moving closer and closer to where she was. Her breathing was shallow and almost imperceptible, as she tried to make it look like she was still unconscious.

She could sense two bodies enter the room and one move to stand where she faced, the other going to her back.

Y/N tensed. In just a few moments, whoever was behind her, would notice her undone binds. But she’d be ready.

“Darling, please be careful,” the woman said, a tremble in her voice.

Good. Let them be scared.

“Don’t worry,” the man replied. “I’ll just make sure she’s – what in the -”

But Y/N was already up, the blindfold off and ready to pounce. This time, she’d have the upper hand.

For a second, the light in the room blinded her, but her sight refocused fast enough to take in her captors’ faces.

The woman was beautiful, with high rosy cheekbones, and jade green eyes so vivid they looked like actual gemstones. Her hair was long and dark, down to her waist while grey strands seemed to have invaded the brown tresses in some places, but she was still ethereally gorgeous, her pointy ears covered in piercings.

Y/N snapped out of the shock quicker and using this to her advantage, she was behind her in a matter of a blink, her dagger pressed tight against her throat.

A gasp entered her ears, but she just pressed the blade harder, making her whimper.

“Please!” the man made her look at him, but instead of bracing for an attack, he had his hands up in surrender. “Please don’t hurt her! We just want to talk.”

“Funny way of having a conversation you’ve got there.” Y/N tightened her grip on the knife, surveying the man. Again, those same pointed ears, but his eyes were the most brilliant blue she’d ever seen and his face was marred with more age lines than the woman’s, yet he still was as gorgeous as she. “Typically, only my enemies would knock me out and tie me up before spilling their grand plans. But I will be kind and give you a choice – what would you like to be – friends or foes?”

“Friends! Friends! Please! We – we’re looking for our son!” the elven man pleaded. “And we – we heard a rumour that you might know him. Have even seen him.”

Y/N narrowed her Y/E/C eyes, piercing his with her gaze. “I’ve known and seen a lot of people. Usually, others just ask me about them, they don’t have someone kidnap me.”

“And we’re sorry, we’re so very sorry, but we had to make sure you came. It went too far and we apologise, but please…” He took in a deep breath, worried eyes flipping between his partner and her. “Our son – his name is Astarion. Astarion Ancunin. Have you – do you know of him?”

Hearing his name, knocked the breath out of her as if they’d snapped a rope around her chest again, making her stumble back. Her grip on the woman released, and she used the moment to leap over to her partner, using the bed as a buffer. He instantly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her half behind his back, but not before checking if Y/N’s dagger had pierced the skin.

Tears brimmed in the eleven woman’s green eyes as she looked at her, not even caring that just a moment before she was so close to having her blood dripping on the floor. “Please,” she whispered. “I – I know we didn’t go about it the right way, but please… is it true he’s alive?”

"I,” Y/N stammered, her gaze snapping back and forth between the two.

Astarion.

They were Astarion’s parents.

Even after all this time, they were searching for their missing son.

Y/N should have noticed the details – how the woman had a small mole on her cheek right where Astarion did, how the shape of the man’s eyes was the exact same as his son’s. Astarion even had the same high cheekbones as his mother while his sharp jaw was that of his father.

What had his eyes been like before? Green like his mother’s or the sky blue of his father's? What had he been like as a child? No doubt as mischievous and scheme-prone as he was now, but who had he gotten it from? So many different questions rattled through Y/N’s brain as she kept glancing back and forth, before shaking her head and pulling her out of the shocked stupor.

“You – you’re Ancunins?” She had to ask. Had to make sure she hadn’t overheard them or maybe hallucinating because of the powder she’d inhaled.

“Yes.” The woman nodded, brushing tears from under her eyes. “Our son has been missing for more than two hundred years, and we almost lost hope until… until we heard about you and your company a few years back. How one of the party members resembled our little Star so much.”

They hadn’t been inconspicuous, though they had tried, so it shouldn’t have come as such a surprise that tales of their adventures had gone far and wide, especially after saving Baldur’s Gate, killing Cazador and the absolute, and Gods know how many other evils along the way. But she never thought Astarion’s parents would have heard of it.

In fact, Astarion had barely even mentioned them over the years, and, for whatever reason, Y/N had concluded they must have passed, despite knowing elves lived extremely long lives. Had he maybe tried to find them on his own and couldn’t? Or had he forgotten about them?

Until Astarion and Y/N had become an official couple and she’d commissioned a portrait of him as a gift on an anniversary, he hadn’t even seen himself in two centuries. He’d forgotten what he looked like. It didn’t seem too crazy to assume, the memories of his parents’ names or their faces, might’ve slipped away as well, or even the love they had for him. Especially knowing how deeply Cazador had ruined that notion for him.

She needed to get home. She needed to see Astarion, and then she could figure out what to do.

“I need to go.” Y/N nodded to herself, muttering under her breath. “I need to think.”

“No, please!” the woman lunged, trying to grasp at her, but she had a knife pointed at her chest in an instant, making the elf shrivel back, but still, she pleaded. “Please help us. You’re the hero of Baldur’s Gate! If you can’t help, who will?”

“I promise I will do my best,” Y/N said. “But I need time… I – I need to figure all of this out.”

Her mind was swirling like a hurricane, but the man interrupted her breakdown as she realised how pretty much her in-laws, had kidnapped her. “At least tell us this – is – is it true he is alive? Or have we travelled across Faerun under the pretences of false hope?”

In truth, Y/N wanted to take them by the arms and drag them to her house, but whether Astarion wanted to reach out and reconnect, was up to him. That sort of a choice was not hers to make, but she could grant them this one request.

“He is.” Y/N nodded.

And then she left as quickly as she could because if she had to stand there and watch as the elves crumbled into one another, cries of relief and joy escaping into the slowly setting day, she would crumble too. Their faces were already permanently burned into her mind, and she needed a moment to process everything.

By a stroke of luck or fate, Y/N instantly recognised she was in the woods on the other side of Baldur’s Gate, so retracing her steps to the market was fairly easy even though the whole way back home, she was pretty much stumbling around in a daze, knocking into people and tripping over her own two legs.

Her discarded basket was right where she’d left it, gold coins scattered around it. The pouch must’ve broken during the struggle. Y/N made sure to pick every single piece up and was more than relieved to see, that the rose bloom was still intact.

By the time she arrived, the sun was starting to dip below the horizon, and as the last rays warmed her back, she extended her palm to open the door, though she didn’t even get to touch the handle as it was ripped open by a visibly distressed Astarion.

His eyes looked like he’d been crying, his hair as if he’d been relentlessly raking his fingers through the locks and his lower lip so bitten, there was a small hole where one of his incisors had gone through.

“Oh, thank the Gods!” Astairon instantly grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in a bone-crushing hug, burying his nose into the crook of her neck. “Thank the Gods!”

Y/N dropped the basket over the threshold and closed the door with her foot, her own arms weaving around his middle, a palm soothingly brushing along his side, as he soaked her in.

“I’m alright, Star,” she said, kissing his temple and didn’t even make a noise as he gripped her waist tighter, right where bruises were forming. “I’m sorry I was gone so long, but I’m alright.”

“What happened? You said you’d be quick, but you were gone for hours! And you know what the worst part was – I couldn’t even go out looking for you because of the damned fucking sun!” Astarion cupped her face, turning it this way and that way, trying to find any injuries, but the biggest one would be in her head as she tried to figure out how to explain to him what had happened. “Gods, I am never letting you out of my sight again!”

Y/N indulged the vampire in the hug he pulled her in, holding him against her chest, trying to comfort him, but she was way too consumed with her new findings. Too quickly, as evident by the frown on Astarion’s face, she untangled herself from the embrace, anxiety immediately flashing over his handsome features.

She slid her arms from around his waist to take his palms into hers. “I – I don’t even know how to say this… How do you say something like that?”

Worry instantly marred his brow, and Y/N pressed a practised thumb between them, trying to soothe them away.

“Shit…” he muttered. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No!” She cupped his cheeks. “Astarion you’ve done nothing!”

“Then – then what?” He was tentative, still, scared Y/N might be angry at him. Or worse – wanted to leave, but her next words erased all that doubt.

“I…” She took in a deep breath. “Astarion, I met your parents today.”

Whatever he had expected, clearly that hadn’t been it. Probably a confession she’d met a past love, that their feelings were reignited and she wanted to go with them. But definitely not that.

He blinked once, twice, trice, completely and utterly stupefied before a small whisper of “What?” passed his lips.

“It’s why I’m so late,” Y/N explained. “They’d heard a rumour, that I knew you and had travelled with you during our tadpole situation, and came to me. Astarion, your parents are looking for you…”

A million thoughts seemed to swirl in his head, but Y/N held onto his hand through all of them.

“What,” he cleared his throat, “what did you tell them?”

“That I’d find them once I figured out what to do?”

“Which means?”

“Which means I would come home, give you this information and let you figure out what you’d like to do…”

So many emotions flashed across his face, but Y/N no longer needed that mind flayer tadpole connection it created – Astarion was an open book for her to read.

Joy. Such indisputable joy shone in his scarlet eyes before being consumed by confusion. Then anger and disgust and love, but by the end of it all his heart settled on one feeling – fear.

It’s what it knew best, though Y/N had tried her hardest to reduce it to ashes, yet still it lingered. She understood it, despite not being happy he ever had to feel it.

He feared what to do, what would be the right choice to make, he feared their reactions and what they would say of his disappearance or of his newest… condition. Would they accept him? Or would they be repulsed by him?

“What – what would I even say to them?” Astarion searched her Y/E/C eyes as if they held an answer, but when one magically didn’t appear, he hung his head, a tear rolling down his cheek. “I can’t even remember what they looked like. Their names, the house we used to live in… it’s all a fog.”

Y/N tried to give him an encouraging smile. “Well, your mother – she has the most beautiful green eyes. Like that dress you made for me for Summer Solstice, that same shade. And – and she has a little beauty mark on her cheek.” With a gentle thumb, she brushed over the mole. “Right in that same spot.”

His brows furrowed in concentration; his lips pinched tightly. “I – I remember blue eyes. Not green.”

“That might be your father's. His are azure I’d say. Like the summer sky. Gods, Astarion,” Y/N breathed out. “You look so much like them, but… honestly, the only thing you need to know right now is that they looked relieved.” Her voice was soothing as he tried to find lies in her words, but there would be none. “I didn’t tell them anything apart from the fact that you’re alive, and all I saw was complete and utter relief.”

Y/N placed a strand of hair behind his ear as he pondered. His carmine eyes slid to hers. “Do they want to see me?”

“Yes. It was the whole reason they sought me out because I might have a single scrap of information on you.” She’d mention the kidnapping later. Or maybe never, depending on how everything went. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

“Is it,” he hesitated, as if ashamed to be asking such a question. “Is it alright if I think this over for a bit? I’m just – there’s so much going on in my head…”

“Of course, Star!” Y/N cupped his cheeks and placed a reassuring kiss on his forehead. “Take all the time you need.”

“Thank you,” he sighed, his shoulders dropping, but she just shook her head.

“Nothing to thank me for. Not for this.”

And so, they continued on like that for a few days – Y/N didn’t bring the subject up, but she made sure Astarion knew, she’d be there whenever he needed to talk. Yet her mind couldn’t help but worry about the two elves in that little cottage on the other side of the town. How horrid it must be to wait for an answer that might never come, but her love was her first and only priority. When he decided it would be time, she’d support him no matter what.

It was a week after the revelation (and subsequent freakout on Astarion’s part when Y/N had removed her clothes before him, and he saw the raw skin and bruises on her ribs. She spent the whole night convincing him it was fine and talking him down from hunting the mercenary and bleeding him dry. She didn’t mention it had been his parents who’d hired him but rather said it had been an unfortunate coincidence), when Astarion awoke with a certain determination, shaking her awake.

She swatted at him like an insect buzzing by her ear. “Leave me be, you blood-sucking, elf!” Y/N grumbled, burying herself under the duvet. “It’s too early. And stop hogging the covers!”

She was just about to elbow him in the ribs if he didn’t let her sleep more, but what he said was like cold ice being poured over her, waking her up completely.

“I think I want to see my parents.”

Y/N was sat in a second. The sheet dropped down, exposing her naked chest, but she didn’t even feel the chilly air biting at her skin, even though Astarion’s gaze immediately dropped down to her breasts, eyes blazing with want.

Rolling her own eyes, she pulled the cover so that it obscured her indecency. Though it was his favourite outfit of hers, they needed to focus on the important things. “Are you sure? You can take all the time you need. There is no rush to this, and it’s a huge decision to make.”

“I’m sure,” Astarion sighed, running a hand through his moon-white locks and dropping back onto the pillows. “It’s pretty much all I’ve been thinking about.”

Y/N worried her lip before sliding back down next to him, letting him wrap his arms around her body. She knew in moments like these, Astarion needed reassurance, and he craved being close to her. Holding her grounded him, and made his scattered thoughts into something solid.

She kissed right above where his heart lay. “If, you’re sure.”

“I am… I just… Will you be there?” Astarion looked down at her.

The woman gave him a smile. “Nowhere I’d rather be than by your side.”

Gently, he brushed a finger against her cheekbone and leaned to kiss her, thankful he’d found someone to walk the world with, especially during the moments he feared he might break.

The day before they’d decided on meeting, Y/N ventured out to the cabin to inform the elven couple of Astarion’s decision. Once they’d seen her walking up through the window, they were out before she even managed to get to the door, faces full of hope.

“Astarion, he wants to come and see you, but there are some… conditions…”

His mother’s brow furrowed, the grimace so familiar it sent a pang through Y/N’s heart, but she swallowed it. “Whatever he needs. Whatever you both need. Anything for our little Star.”

“So… please just don’t question this, but umm… physical contact – I know I can’t possibly understand how you feel, but let him come to you first. It might not make sense, but it’s important that he is the one to make that step.”

“Of course,” Astarion's father nodded, his mother eagerly agreeing.

“And umm… he’ll be different. He might not look like the elf you remember him being. The world wasn’t kind to him for a long time… Please don’t mention this.”

Pain flashed across their faces at her words. They must have assumed something horrible had happened to him, but to have it confirmed was a different kind of agony. But as Y/N had asked – they didn’t question, simply nodded, holding onto one another a bit tighter.

“Alright.” Her heart was somewhat settled. “Thank you. We – uh- we’ll see you later tonight then.”

And with that, she left only to find Astarion pacing the inside of their hallway upon her return.

“Is it sundown already?” He snapped his neck to her as she removed her cloak, visibly upset when Y/N shook her head.

“A couple more hours, I’m afraid,” she said, taking his hand and kissing his palm, placing it against her cheek. “Please stop worrying. It will all be alright.”          

“But what if I’m making a mistake?”

She raised her brow. “Do you think you’re making a mistake?”

“N-no?” Astarion huffed. “I don’t know. I know I want to see them at least once, but what if it’s best to leave the past in the past? Why torture myself and exhume it, so to speak?”

“You can leave it all behind if that’s what you wish. But, Star, you also have the rarest of opportunities people get – a second chance.” She stepped close to him, pulling his head down by the nape of his neck so they could rest their foreheads against one another. “But you can always leave. You can always say “no.” And if someone doesn’t get that, no matter who they might be, I will gut them navel to throat.”

Astarion chuckled, brushing his nose against hers. “My knight in bloody armour, always ready to ride into battle for me.”

Y/N pecked his lips in response. “As long as I get my kisses at the end of it – without a second to spare.”

They spent the couple of hours waiting until the sun went down cleaning up around the house and then it was time to go.

As Astarion took a deep breath before closing the door, Y/N squeezed his hand. “We can turn back whenever you want to.”

But he seemed determined, only giving her a reassuring smile and twining their fingers together, her hand in his solid hold.

They walked slowly, enjoying the warm night gracing Baldur’s Gate, and soon enough they were through the city and past the woods, a small log cabin coming into view.

He stopped them a few feet away, taking in a moment to gather his thoughts and emotions.

Y/N glanced at him encouragingly. “Are you ready, Star?”

Astarion took in a deep breath, held it in for a moment and then exhaled, nodding. With this confirmation, she released his hand and ventured to the door, gently rapping her knuckles against it, immediately returning to stand beside her lover.

Instantly his palm was back into hers, as if he needed her to ground him, reassure him everything would be alright as nervous energy coursed through his veins while they waited for the inhabitants to come and see them. And though it was probably no more than ten seconds since she’d knocked, it felt like time had stood still. Once the doors opened, even nature quieted down.

The breeze shushed the tweeting birds and seemingly even the worms digging underground stopped their burrowing as finally, after two hundred years, the lost Ancunin son returned.

They stood like that for what seemed like ages, just taking one another in, before a small sob of Astarion’s name from his mother’s lips broke the spellbound silence.

It’s when he rushed for her, the elf already on her feet, meeting him halfway. Her arms wrapped tight around his body, hands smoothing down the back of his head as all the while she kept whispering “My Star, my little Star, you’re home.”

Y/N was on standby, ready to rip her away if Astarion became overwhelmed. She’d asked them to allow him to be the one to make the first step, and they had, but with such all-encompassing feelings, she just wanted him to be safe.

Though all that anxiety dissipated like ice under the blazing hear of the sun when Astarion practically melted against his mother, his fingers digging into her shoulders and back as if he never wished to be let go, both of them crumbling to their knees, still in each other’s embrace.

Tears welled along Y/N’s bottom lashes and when his father joined them, wrapping his arms around his family, they fell like rain on an autumn evening. She had to press a hand against her mouth to not sob out loud, but it didn’t seem like anyone would care, as Y/N noted Astarion’s shoulders shaking while his mother and father were freely crying, all the while touching and caressing his face, trying to ingrain the memory of having their son back in their arms.

She couldn’t imagine that feeling, didn’t ever want to, of finally being reunited with a family which you were so brutally ripped away from. Y/N almost wanted to resurrect Cazador, just so she could drive a stake through his heart again, but that might’ve been a bit too morbid of a thought in such a tender moment.

“You’re home.” His mother pulled back, cupping Astarion’s cheeks and smiling from ear to ear. “Our little Star is back home.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” he choked out, but his father shook his head.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re here. That’s enough for us.”

Y/N watched as he took in the people who’d searched for him relentlessly. He never knew they’d never given up. She wondered if there would be a time, he’d believe he was worth all it. She certainly hoped so.

“Thank you,” the elf with eyes like jade said, snapping her eyes towards Y/N. “You have no idea what kind of a gift you’ve bestowed upon us. We will never be able to repay you.”

She could only wave them off, a knot in her throat. “You owe me nothing. Seeing this – this is enough for me. I’ll – uh – I’ll leave you to it then.”

Just as she was about to turn around, Astarion jumped to his feet, untangling himself from the limbs of his parents, eyes full of concern. “What? Why? What’s wrong?” He was by her side in an instant, pulling her hand to rest against his chest.

“Nothing!” Y/N shook her head. “I just – I just think maybe I should take my leave. I can be back in a few hours if you’d like, but this just all seems like – like a private family reunion.”

Astarion scoffed, his free arm weaving around her waist, completely offended. “And what exactly do you think you are to me if not family, my love? Arguably, you might be the most important part of it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that -,”

“Hush now!” he scolded her. “You promised to be by my side through everything. Are you breaking that promise?”

“No, I just,” she stammered. “Are you sure you don’t want me to leave you to it? This just feels awfully personal.”

“My love, you are the keeper of my heart. You are my true home.” Astarion cupped her cheek, resting his brow against hers, chest against chest, not caring who might see. “Without you, none of this would have happened. I could still be on that beach with a mind flayer tadpole wriggling behind my eye.” He took her hand, and kissed her knuckles, sighing as they brushed against his jaw. “I don’t want to do this without you. I want to relearn who my parents are, and I want them to get to know me, but a non-negotiable part of that is you. That is if it’s alright with you?”

A tear slipped down her cheek, as she looked deep into those ruby eyes that once held nothing but fear and pain, only to now show love and compassion and happiness. When she smiled, her grin could have rivalled the sun itself. “I’d be honoured.”

When they glanced at the two elves by the threshold of the house, they noted the horrified looks on their faces. Astarion’s guard was immediately up, but his mother beat him to it.

“My Star, I am so sorry!” She put a hand over her mouth. “We swear we didn’t know you two were lovers! We just...” She glanced at her husband in desperation, but it seemed the little scene they’d put on had rendered him speechless. “Had we known, we would have never…”

Astarion squinted at her, a dangerous note appearing in his voice. “Never would have what?”

“Oh Gods, we had your partner kidnapped,” his father finally got out, eyes only widening in more shock as it settled that Y/N wasn’t just a travelling companion or a friend, but just what she really meant to Astarion.

“You did what?!” His head snapped to Y/N who now retreated to stand between the two shocked elves, and her quite furious boyfriend.

“Astarion, it’s alright,” she tried to calm him down. “They didn’t know! Besides, I heard them arguing with that mercenary. They didn’t hurt me. In fact, I,” she let out a nervous chuckle, “I held a knife to your mother’s throat. So, call it even and let’s move past it?”

His gaze was hot like the flames, as it burned into her. “We will discuss this later.” He pointed an accusatory finger at her before taking a deep breath and exhaling. “This is absolutely not how I ever imagined a family reunion to go, let alone the introduction of my partner.”

Y/N’s shoulders dropped as he broke the settled tension, but something in his eyes told her she’d pay for her omissions. And oh, how delicious that punishment would be.

His mother still seemed to be all nerves as she invited them inside, spouting apologies in Y/N’s direction, but when she took the elf's hand in hers and gave a comforting embrace, she relaxed a little. “Let’s let the bygones be bygones.”

“I’d appreciate that,” she smiled, and wrinkles of age and time appeared around her eyes.

It was awkward at first, two centuries of hurt laying between them, two centuries of torture on Astarion’s end, of lost love and people, but slowly they opened up. And when his mother mentioned how he always used to bury his nose into strawberry fields, because it reminded him of his mother’s hair care products, it was like a damn had been opened.

The memories were still there, buried under layers of pain and horrors, but there. Maybe a little jumbled up and out of sorts, but with every hour spent together, locks were being broken and a light long lost lit up again.

Astarion had changed, but so had his parents. He let them know of his adventures, how he met Y/N and how she had turned his world upside down but abstained from the more gruesome parts. He wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. Maybe not ever, but if he so wished, she knew his parents would be there to listen and welcome his vulnerably with open arms.

An hour before the sun resumed its place in the sky, Y/N nudged Astarion, telling him it was time to leave. She had little doubt in her mind, his parents had caught onto what he was, even if they hadn’t mentioned Cazador. If not for the shape of his elongated canines, or the colour of his eyes, which Y/N had found out had been a beautiful shade of pale green, then because of the brutal scars on his neck. But they still pulled him into a hug with such vigour, it was like they feared they’d never see him again, which was probably a thought always haunting their minds.

“Would – would you like to come over to ours?” Astarion asked, still holding onto his mother’s hands. “It’s a bit of a mess, our place, but if you come after the sun’s down, I’m sure we can have it proper enough to take on guests.”

It was an odd request, but thankfully, neither his mother nor father said anything about the specific time request, simply hugged him once more and promised to be by their door the second the sun dipped, wine and lemon cakes in hand.

As they waved their goodbyes, Astarion slipped his palm into Y/N’s and made sure they walked all the way back like that. Once behind a closed door, he pulled her into his chest relishing in the way their bodies melded together – two puzzle pieces finally connecting and forming the most magnificent picture to exist.

“What is it like to be finally home?” Y/N asked as he swayed them to a tune only, he heard.

Astarion shook his head, pulling slightly back so he could cup her jaw. “My love, I have been home for a long time now. I’ve been safe and cared for, all thanks to you.” His eyes were so full of love and adoration, she almost choked on a breath. “Now… now it just feels complete. So thank you… thank you for being my home,” he muttered that little confession against her skin, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you for keeping me safe.”

“Always, my love.” Y/N didn’t hide the tears rolling down her face and he brushed them away with a soft thumb. “Always.”

When their gazes locked, all she could see was excitement for what the new day had to offer, and she knew whatever was in store, as long as they were by one another’s side, there was nothing they couldn’t overcome.

But for all that, there was an important thing she was unaware of.

As Y/N entered their living room, talking to herself and making a list of what they had to do before his parents arrived, Astarion stood and watched her, leaning against the doorframe, all the while his hands rested in his pocket, where in one of them, a beautiful ring was being twirled between his fingers.

Before they’d left, his mother had slyly pulled it off her own hand, pressing it into his palm, and whispering to him while hugging that she didn’t want to see Y/N without it the next time around.

Astarion had no intention of living his life without Y/N as his fiancé for a second longer.

When she turned around to find him on one knee, he didn’t even get to ask the question before she responded with a shout of “Yes!” and jumped on him, pulling him into a kiss he swore breathed life into his still chest.

He couldn’t wait to reintroduce Y/N to his parents as his intended.

Now all was as it should be. He was finally home. And somewhere in the garden, a rose bloomed in full.

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A/N: This idea was inspired by that one post of a painting Astarion's parents probably had of him, but had put away somewhere just so they didn't have to look a the son they lost, so I rectified it (Link to the inspo pic :) :( Now they have a portrait of Astarion and his love right above their fire place :)

P.S. my tags are always open :)

P.S.S. please don't plagiarise or repost on other platforms.

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Truth or Dare?

A game of truth or dare takes an unexpected turn~

A/N: Hello hello everyone! Merry belated Christmas and Happy New Year!! 🥂✨️ I hope everyone is doing well, and if someone isn't, I hope that 2025 will be kinder to you ❤️ Today I'm here to deliver my gift for @duckymcdoorknob because I'm the one and only squealing santa for this amazing person anf super talented writer!! It's a honor to write something for you, especially because I've been reading your fics ever since before I created an account here! You're a source of inspiration for everyone, dear... stay amazing and Buon Natale 💚🤍❤️

PS. A huge thanks to @cantsaythetword for hosting this amazing @squealing-santa !! You did an amazing job, thank you for giving us the possibility to partake in this beautiful event 🥹🩵

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic. If it's not to your taste, I don't suggest you read it.

It wasn't meant to go like this... it wasn't meant to go like this at all.

Tighnari kept staring at his friend, not knowing what to say next. The situation wasn't that complicated, he just had to complete a dare...

[FLASHBACK TO 30 MINUTES PRIOR]

"Cyno, I'm absolutely exhausted... I yield, please show some mercy!" The fennec fox pleaded, his tail thumping nervously on the floor. It was the 10th match of Genius Invokation TCG he played with Cyno, and the 10th match he lost. He really needed a change.

It was in that moment that Cyno proposed a few rounds of truth or dare, just to get to know each other even better and have a good laugh together. Tighnari wasn't too fond of the idea, but he was desperate to stop playing TCG enough to accept without hesitation.

Things seemed to go pretty smoothly for a while... until the fox picked "truth" and a much-dreaded question came.

"Are you ticklish?"

The poor Amurta graduate tried to change topic by immediately switching to a dare, but Cyno was too cunning, too curious and most importantly too mischievous to let go such a fundamental topic that easily, which is why he chose a very specific dare for his friend: "I dare you to raise your arms for five minutes straight, so that I can get the answer to thw question I asked you by myself."

[END OF THE FLASHBACK]

And there Tighnari was, undecided about what to do. Stop playing? Cyno would ambush him. Answer the question? Cyno would use that info immediately, just to verify, obviously... Raise his arms? A literal death sentence, unless he managed to hold back his laughter.

He decided to risk it all and go with the third option, hoping that his friend would get bored by the lack of reaction, so he raised his arms all the way above his head, exposing his torso. There was no way that a forest ranger like him wouldn't be able to handle a little tickle, right?

Oh how wrong he was...

The moment Cyno's hands came in contact with his sides, he wanted to crawl out of his skin and screech. He'd never realized that those fingers were so nimble, strong and gracefully merciless.

"Hm- hmpfff-!" A few sounds came out and didn't go unnoticed by the General Mahamatra, who somehow seemed to know how to make this whole ordeal as unbearable as possible.

"Come on... laugh a little more, I don't understand if you're ticklish or not" Cyno purred, clearly in his element whenever it came to annoy Tighnari. "Am I hurting you? Do you need me to stop..?"

The black-haired guy felt the immediate  need to reassure his friend, so he muttered a quick "N-no..."

If only he could've seen Cyno's ominous smirk when he gave that answer...

"Oh well, if you don't  need me to stop, I don't see why I should~"

"Nononono Cyno be reasonable, d-don't do anything dumb you'll regr- AAAAAEEHHH-!" The unlucky fennec fox didn't even have the time to protest when ten mischievous fingers reached his lower back, right at the base of his tail.

"HAHAHAHAHA CYNO PLEASEEE MOVE ALREHEHEHEADYYY!" He scream-laughed on top of his lungs, trying to crawl away... only to have the General Mahamatra sit on the back of his knees to keep him pinned to the ground.

"I am already moving, Nari." The white-haired guy stated as if it was obvious, "Don't you feel my fingers move right here?" He poked the area he was targeting just to enjoy the squeals of his friend, "Should I move a little faster?" He didn't even wait for an answer, he started scribbling all over the sensitive area at full speed, hoping that no one would come after hearing the glass-piercing screech made by the forest ranger.

After a while, he decided to show some "mercy" and change spots, targeting Tighnari's palms, where he had smooth, soft pads like foxes have. Is it really mercy if the second spot is worse than the first one, though? It was no secret that Tighnari never let anyone touch his pads, due to their sensitivity, and he was right to do so, because the lightest, softest caress had him in tears, to the point that Cyno decided to have actual mercy and stop the assault.

The Spantamad graduate gave his friend a minute to recover, then he scooped him up in his arms and gave him some needed ear and scalp scritches, which never failed to make the dark-haired guy melt.

"I guess my question has found a certain answer," Cyno stated after a few minutes, "you are deadly ticklish... too much for your own good." He concluded, chuckling at the irritated thump that Tighnari's tail made.

Another five minutes passed, and both friends were absolutely relaxed when the fennec fox's eyes fluttered open, gazing at his friend's peaceful features.

"Hey Cyno, can I ask you something?" Tighnari asked while wrapping his arms around the General Mahamatra. "Sure, go ahead." The white-haired guy replied without even bothering to open his eyes, feeling completely safe where he was.

"Are you ticklish?"

[sgiandubh]

A very positive update

In other news from today, thanks to what must have been an overwhelming amount of encouragement messages from all around the world, it is my pleasure to let you know she decided to keep her account public:

The person who she answered to is a good friend to many of us. It is some sort of poetic justice, given the unfair brunt the entire Shipper community has been given over all these years. You go, girl: you are loved and you are a brave, kind soul!

Rowan thinks that people using online sock accounts in order to troll others 'do not know how to behave' and keep hiding behind a 'private account'. Including in real life. Reminds me of the modus operandi and bajillion avatars of the Traditional Troll, *urv for insiders: I think it's time to go, woman. You broke enough havoc, in here. Enough is enough. Find another fresh face. Don't ever write back. Your dirty little game has been recently and very directly rebuked by S. Because it is now clear your Main Source is but a sad little man, a foul-mouthed imposter. No surprise you are now very cautious about posting and keep on pathetically patting yourself on the back.

I am also very glad to read Rowan MacKenzie asked herself the right questions: 'why should I lose the ability to work through social media because a few have mental issues?' Exactly. She made the sensible, daring choice to remain open and that speaks volumes about who she is. It is also my deep hope Police Scotland will continue to 'put into place' whatever it has deemed appropriate for her, in terms of legal action and personal safety. Last but not least, I hope the Two Only Cows get the right retribution for their unspeakable deed.

Rowan earned not only my respect, but also my heart when she posted this:

Those who have been reading me for a while know why.

I wish this brave, strong and gifted soul all the best this imperfect world could ever give her.

PS: vielen, vielen Dank. 😘😘

[btsficsandsuch]

Ps, Is It Okay If I Start Calling You Dad?

You have a daughter from a previous relationship. Yoongi has always treated her like his own. But when BTS becomes more popular he starts having to make sacrifices. Unfortunately, those come at the expense of your daughter.

You: Anna has a surprise for you for your birthday. Remember to be here by 5pm. Okay?

Yoongi: I’ll be there. I’m going to try and leave here by 4:30 at the latest so I’ll be on time.

You: You’re not going to get sucked into working all day and forget right? You promised her and I don’t want her heart to get broken.

Yoongi: Y/N I promise I’ll be there. I’m excited for this surprise. I know she’s been working hard all week.

You were currently sat in the dining room of Yoongi’s apartment reading the conversation from this morning over and over again. Yoongi promised he would be home by 5pm. Your daughter Anna had been planning a surprise dinner for Yoongi all week. She asked you take her to the store to pick out a new flannel for him and she decided on the menu you would cook which was filled with Yoongi’s favorites, she even made him a hand drawn card and on the inside she wrote him a small note but she had said she wanted it to be for Yoongi only so she wouldn’t let you read it.

Her biological father was never in the picture and after many guys rejected you after finding out you had a daughter you were so happy to find Yoongi. You had made it clear from the start that your daughter was part of the picture and would have to be part of his life if he wanted a relationship with you.

You were worried how he would handle idol life and being a father figure. At first things were great and he was able to easily balance everything. He always treated Anna like she was his own daughter. But as time went on and BTS became more popular he was having a harder time. He was beginning to miss dance recitals and basketball games. He missed more and more bedtime stories and wasn’t there the last time she fell and scraped her knee. You understood why this was happening but Anna at just 8 years old didn’t really grasp why Yoongi was all of a sudden spending less and less time with her.

You checked your phone and it was now 7pm. Well past the point of just being late. He had forgotten. You sent him another text but you knew it would go unanswered like the last four,

You: Yoongi where are you? Anna is getting upset.

Your daughter came and sat on the chair next to you, “He’s not coming is he?” You could see her lip start to shake. She was trying to be strong and not cry. “Why doesn’t he love me any more? Did I do something to make him mad?”, she asked letting a tear fall. You couldn’t bare to see her like this any longer and you’d had enough of Yoongi ignoring you. The least he could’ve done was call.

You grabbed your keys and started walking to the car, Anna’s card in hand. When you got to his studio you sat Anna on a couch just down the hall and told her to wait there for you. You were worried that your conversation with Yoongi would get ugly and you didn’t want her to hear that.

You let yourself into Yoongi’s studio using the passcode only you had. It was Anna’s birthday month and day and it made you scoff thinking of how he used to once be the greatest father but now you felt like the two of you were nothing to him. Yoongi didn’t even notice that you had entered the room. He was too busy with his work. You cleared your throat trying to get his attention. He started mumbling, “Not now. I’m busy.” You couldn’t roll your eyes any harder. “Yoongi it’s me. You know, the person you had promised you’d be home to by 5pm.”, you said with annoyance evident in your voice.

Yoongi spun the chair around,” Y/N why are you here? I’m really busy right now.” All you could do was laugh to try and stop the tears from falling. You spoke with a shaky voice, “You promised you’d be home to celebrate your birthday. Anna worked really hard and she’s devastated. She thinks you don’t love her any more and that she did something to make you mad.” Yoongi spins his chair around to go back to work, “That’s ridiculous Y/N. She knows I love her. I’m just busy. Tell her I’ll make it up to her.” You’re so angry you want to rip the headphones right off of his head. Your voice comes out a little louder than you had planned, “Why don’t you tell her Yoongi? I don’t think she knows any more. You’re never there lately. You don’t come home. You don’t go to any of her events.” You could feel the tears of frustration starting to fall, “Yoongi I’m tired of covering for you. I’m tired of lying and trying to make you sound like the good guy so that she doesn’t start to loose faith in you. You’re the only dad she’s ever known and she wanted to do something special for your birthday but you couldn’t eve-“.

Yoongi spins around suddenly cutting you off mid sentence. He walks over to you until he is inches away, “Y/N you don’t think I know that I’ve had to ignore her and miss things. You don’t think that hurts me every time. I have a job to do. A job that I worked hard for. A job I wanted long before either of you came into my life. I’m sorry that she’s hurt but I don’t have an obligation to be anything to her. She’s not my daughter.”

You feel sick. You thought he was different that all those other guys. You had been together for almost six years at this point. This wasn’t just a fling. Yoongi instantly knows he messed up, “Y/N I didn’t mean-“. It was your turn to cut him off, “No you meant it or you wouldn’t have said it.” You turn to leave but then you remember the card in your had. You turn around and shove the piece of paper onto his chest, “Here, your not daughter made you a birthday card.”

With that you turned around and pulled open the door storming out. Yoongi stood there watching. The last thing he saw was Anna standing in the hallway tears streaming down her little face. You took Anna home and tried your best to cheer her up. You ordered pizza and watched all of her favorite movies to try and get her mind off of what happened. You got her showered and into her pjs and you were tucking her into bed when she looked up at you, “Mom are we going to see Yoongi any more?” You didn’t really know what to say. At the moment you never wanted to see him again after what he said but not wanting to upset her any more you just smiled, “We’ll see baby.” Thankfully she accepted your simple answer and nodded off to sleep.

It was early in the morning and Yoongi was just getting home. He opened the door to the apartment and was greeted by balloons and streamers. The dinner you cooked was still sitting on the stove. A birthday cake in the fridge. Yoongi walked over to the table and sat down still holding the card you had thrown at him earlier. He hadn’t had the courage to open it until now. He looked down at the piece of paper. On the front a picture of a cat underneath the lettering ‘Happy Birthday Yoongi’. He opened it and began to read,

“Yoongi, thank you for being there for me and my mom. You make us so happy. I know you’ve been really busy but it’s okay. I know you still love me and I love you too. I think about you all the time and I hope you’re happy every day, not just on your birthday. Love Anna. PS, Is it okay if I start calling you dad? I’d really like to.”

Yoongi was sitting at his table crying. How could he have said those terrible things just because he was tired and stressed and upset because he always had to miss out on things. He knew he had to fix this but he also knew it was currently 2am and you were hopefully sleeping so it would have to wait until the morning.

It was 8am and you heard knocking on your door. Who could it be this early you thought as you swung open the door. You never would’ve guessed it would’ve been Yoongi. He handed you a bouquet of flowers, “I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean any of it. It’s not an excuse and I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never do anything like this ever again.” You crossed your arms after setting the flowers on the counter, “Im not the one you have to apologize to because I’m not the one who spent half the night crying.”

Yoongi’s heart broke at your words. He hated that he was the cause of her tears. He cleared his throat, “Can I talk to her?” “If she will let you but I don’t know if she wants anything to do with you right now.” Yoongi walked back to Anna’s room preparing for rejection. He lightly knocked on her door, “Anna it’s Yoongi. Can I come in?” Silence. “Anna do you want to talk?” Yoongi heard a soft voice, “Go away. I don’t want to see you.” Yoongi didn’t want to push it. He took out a piece of paper he had and slid it under her door. He walked out to where you were sitting, “She didn’t want to talk to me.” You scoffed, “Can you blame her? You’re her world Yoongi. Sometimes I think she cares more for you than me. And you broke her heart. You said she wasn’t your daughter even though you’ve been her dad for the last six years.”

Yoongi sighed, “I know Y/N. I’m the worst. I’m really trying. Now that things are so busy I don’t know how to manage it. But I promise I didn’t mean it. I love you and her more than anything. I just don’t know how to fix it.”

You were about to speak when Anna came running out of her room with tears streaming down her face. She wrapped her arms around Yoongi and continued to cry into his shirt. You were about to get angry at him when you saw the paper she was holding. Yoongi picked her up and held her in a hug while you took the paper from her. The paper clearly had Yoongi’s handwriting on it. The note said,

“Anna, thank you so much for everything. This was the best birthday I’ve ever had. I love the flannel. How did you know exactly which one I wanted? The food was really good too. I ate all of it even though it was a little salty (don’t tell your mom). I loved the birthday card too. I’m going to hang it in my studio so every time I see it I’ll think of you. I’m sorry that I’ve been so busy lately but it’s not your fault. I love you and your mom so much. I promise I’m going to do better because you’re the best daughter anyone could ever have and you deserve the world. Love Yoongi. PS, I’d love it more than anything if you called me dad. If you still want to that is.”

You looked up at Yoongi who was still hugging your daughter. You walked over and joined in. The three of you were now standing in your living room crying. “I better get started on breakfast.”, you said after a couple minutes trying to get things moving. You were mixing up some eggs when you looked up to see your daughter running over and grabbing Yoongi by the hand, “Dad come see my new blanket. I got it a couple weeks ago. It has a picture of Jimin on it.” You couldn’t help but laugh as Yoongi faked disgust. He looked down at your daughter,”Jimin? Really? What about me?” Anna giggled, “You might be my dad but he’s my bias.” Yoongi rolled his eyes as he followed her into her bedroom listing all the reasons she should have a blanket with his face and not Jimins.

[kumimi3]

Hii!!

so I've recently stumbled upon one of your works that has been on my mind ever since, And i checked your profile to find taht the requests were open.. so don't mind if i do!

please could you write more Poly gun and goo x reader? If possible Could it be sfw & nsfw?

anyways thank you sm i love your blog!! Take care <3

❪ LOOKISM BOYS <3333333 ❫ ❮   a cutie with two ferocious dogs ⟡ gaming number 2! ↳ gun and goo ii

https:strating.com! (sfw & nsfw)

Oh, they're dominant alright...

Dominant enough to make you feel submissive. The type of men to lead you, attentive and is protective of you

The thing is, they know how capable you are despite you're feminine self, but they remain stubborn and still protect you

not because they see you as "weak" no, no, anything but that! They do it because you're THEIR woman, their babygirl!!!! <3

It's as if both of their minds think alike when it comes to you despite how different they are as a person, if you look closely, you can almost see a more different side of them

The more human side

You actually have a lot of privilege than you think

Gun and Goo both have walls so high no one could achieve it for so many years, until you appeared in their lives, and you broke it down inch by inch until you finally saw them for who they truly are

Corny, i know

Gun is a dedicated man, has a reputation to uphold, stoic and emotionless--Wait! Wait! Is that Gun? With his sweetheart? Watching Barbie? And him wearing pink!? And makeup?!?!

He teaches you Japanese!

Often times he takes advantage of your lack of knowledge with Japanese by speaking to you in his language, secretly using it as a way to be more sentimental and romantic with you

"I love you... Y/n." "Can you repeat what you said? I'll translate it--" "It's nothing." *Kisses you on the forehead before leaving*

Gun is the type to read novels in his free time, HE MUST BE!

Has definitely annotated a book before and slipped it under your bed as a gift while you were sleeping, showing his comments, qoutes highlighted--Ugh, he'd definitely do it for you

Very attentive!!! When you lean down, he puts his hand on the corner of the table so it wouldn't hit you! When you sneeze, he's quick to pull a tissue and hand it to you while talking to someone in front of him

Now, Goo... He's definitely easygoing towards the relationship

Anything you both want, he's game, fr fr

He's the one who cooks for the three of you most of the time, once called you his "Cute little chef" when you decided to help him at the kitchen

If you're the type of sweetheart to vape or smoke--Nope! Now you're not! He'll throw your cigs away the moment he sees it and gives you a scolding while coddling you in his strong arms

"Sugarbunch! You shouldn't be smoking, it's bad for you!" *Pouts as he whines about how bad it'll affect you*

A teaser at it's finest!

Will tease you until the end, but if someone else does it, he's already readying his knuckles for charging, plus with his menacing glare

has slow danced to you at least once when he was feeling romantic at the time, where he's surprisingly quiet as he merely basks in the soft melody from the tv, and your warm presence

UGH, DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE MONEY PART

money, money, money

Gun and Goo have many love languages, but I suppose one thing in common is: GIFT GIVING!

You look, they pay. You touch, they pay. You smile, they pay.

That's it. They don't think too much about how much money of theirs you spend, they can make twice the amount in a week.

Besides, how could they say no to you?

nsfw part (not very detailed, but do be cautious, ps: I'm still new at writing smut sorry jehrbferfe)

They're big. That's it.

Gun and Goo have tremendous amount of work, so at the end of the day, you'd expect rounds of sex the moment they open the door surprisingly quiet

They've fucked you separately most of the time, but gets horny at the thought of fucking you at the same time (which does happen actually)

Sex with Gun is intimate and passionately rough

He holds you possessively as he ruts into you once again for the umpteenth time, eyeing your luscious curves while you whimper at the sensitivity inside of you

"I've fucked you many times... Yet, you still don't seem to get used to it."

His cock is big, who could blame you?

Gun's a genius at making you feel good, wether it's the words he use, or just from his actions--He'd lower his lips close to your ears and speaks to you in a breathy manner, seemingly unfazed at the way you clutch on to his arms for dear life

Hidden praises and faux degradation, you couldn't tell what he would be using, but both styles have definitely made you sigh in pleasure

"Can't you see how much of a slut you look like right now? Heh, keep whining and see where that gets you." "Just like that, hah... Attagirl."

Goo's open to explore new kinks and positions, so expect a box of toys in front of you the moment he locks the bedroom door

Might be into voyeurism... He's a risky guy, after all

Leans more into praises, yet degrades you for a minute just for fun

He's fucked you most of the time through bdsm, but Goo is still a romantic, he'd like rose petals on the floor, low music, and just have a good time

Quite vocal unlike Gun--Who mostly groans--and begins to get louder the more close he gets to his high

"Fuck, you're such a good girl for me, yeah? You're close aren't ya? I know you are, I can feel you down there--Agh~" "'Wonder what Gun thinks if I send him a pic of you looking like a complete whore, ugh baby you're so fucking cute like this!"

[silverhairsimp]

Soccer Practice

I took my dogs for a walk around this park that had so many soccer teams practicing and this idea came to mind. I have't written anything in over a year and just pumped this out in 30 minutes, so please me nice to me 🥹 This was supposed to be a quick little drabble and here we are at 1.5k words. not proof read.

PS: shout out to @saradika for the banner access <3

Pairing: Kiri x Kat x Reader Summary: Your husbands take your daughter to soccer practice, but what happens when their little girl starts growing up and getting too independent for her dads? Content: Reader & Kat have a biological daughter. Kiri, reader and Kat are married. Fluff, fluff, fluff. I hope this makes your heart happy.

You remember when she first found a love for the game. It was unlike anything you had seen before. You first found her running around in the playground with her friends after school, kicking that tiny ball back and forth. If you’re being honest, she wasn’t very good right off the bat, but who is? When it came time to talk about joining a real soccer team, her nerves got the best of her. “Do I have to, mommy? It’s scary… what if I mess up” she had been so afraid of not getting along with the girls on her team, or not being good enough. But her dads were right there to reassure her. “Yer my kid, aren’t’cha?” Katsuki would put his hands on either side of her as he sat her on the counter, giving her that little pep talk, “Y’know what that means, right?” She rubbed her eyes with her little hands and nodded her head, “means I’m gonna be the best..” she’d mumble and the grin on her dads face was unmatched. “Got that right, squirt. Now c’mon, go get your daddy and we’ll practice in the backyard.

You watched with a smile on your face as Eijiro and Katsuki, your two husbands, kicked the ball back and forth with your daughter. When Katsuki would push her too hard, Eijiro was right there to pick her back up and reassure her everything was going to be just fine and that she’s going to do great: “Your still learning, sweets. Don’t get too worked up about it, just keep goin’, okay?” Eijiro was so good with her. And while your daughter might biologically be Katsuki’s, she’s got Eijiro’s personality and his big heart to match.

When the time came for her very first competitive soccer practice, she was so nervous. Trying to keep a brave face as you sat her on the counter next to the sink in your bathroom and styled her hair in two braided pony tails. “Your dad’s are gonna take you today, okay baby? I’ll have dinner ready to go when you get home. Sound good?” You asked her and she nodded her head, quietly asking for her favorite after such a big day. You made her a promise to her her favorite on the table as soon as she walked in the door and agreed she could take a bath after practice too. 

The three of them were loaded up in the car, your six year old sporting a little pout with bleary eyes almost the whole way. It didn’t go unnoticed, but neither of her dads wanted to bring any more attention to it as she tried so hard to keep it together. When they finally pull into the parking lot in front of the giant field, she unfolded her tiny hands and waited for one of them to open the door and unbuckle her seat belt, immediately looking to hold both their hands as she walked in to find her team. 

“There they are, you ready to go?” Eijiro would lean down and ask her. She’d give him a little frown and squeeze his hand a little tighter, “You’ll stay, right? You’re not gonna leave me here alone?” He’d wrap her up in his big strong arms and “Promise we’ll be right here on the sidelines watchin’ ya… See? Dad even brought the chairs.” It used to take her 20, sometimes 30 minutes to work up the courage to get on the field, no matter how much encouragement the two of them would give her, she was still so nervous. 

Her coaches were great, doing their best to integrate her into drills that she felt comfortable with, encouraging some of the other girls to ask her to pass. The first week definitely wasn’t the easiest, but she always had her dads, and you, encouraging her to just show up everyday. 

As the weeks went, she got more and more comfortable, started making more friends and was overall enjoying it so much more than she had before. She couldn’t wait for practices. Now, when you styled her hair in her bathroom, she’d rave about all the girls she was going to ask to pass with, who she was going to score on and you had to remind her to not talk about ‘breaking anyones ankles’ like her dad told her to do. Of course, Katsuiki’s defense was that he meant for her to do it to the other team… not her own. 

There was a very clear switch in her demeanor. When they drove to practice that day, she wore a smile on her face, wouldn’t stop talking about how excited she was and upon pulling into that same parking spot they always had, she was reaching for her own seatbelt. “Dad!! Open the door!! Hurry up!” She’d tell Katsuki as soon as the car had come to a stop, not even put into park yet. He’d have to gently remind her no to tug on the door handles like that and they still had 15 minutes until practice started. “I know! But I wanna go! My best friend said we were gonna shoot on the cage before practice starts!” He and Eijiro exchange a look, silently wondering when and where this ‘best friend’ came from and how just a few weeks ago they weren’t sure she even liked soccer anymore. 

Eijiro was the one to get out first, opening the door for her, only for her to jump out on her own and make a b-line for the open gate in the fence. “Look both ways!!!” He’d shout at her when she ran through rows of cars without looking first.

Instead of holding her hand on the way in, they’d each hold their own chairs, wondering: “When did she get so independent?” Eijiro would ask. “She gets it from her mother.” Katsuki would respond with a smile on his face. “Kinda makes ya feel like we’re not needed anymore…” 

They’ve both got a gloomy look on their face, their little girl had grown up before their eyes in a matter of weeks… It was a hard pill to swallow, and as they sat and watched her practice with a proud smile on their face, they couldn’t help but feel a little bit sad that their baby girl doesn’t need them like she used to. 

On the way home, she babbled on and on about her practice. “Did you see that goal I scored?! Or when I passed the ball through that girls legs?! That was so cool, wasn’t it dad?”  They’d both nod their heads, each letting her know how proud they are of her and to keep up the hard work. 

You could tell something was different when the three of them arrived home that night. Your daughter was glowing, raving about all the same things she had in the car to her dads. The latter sat quietly at the dinner table, moving around the veggies on their plates. When she cleared her own plate and padded off to the bathroom to take a shower, because she was ‘too old to take baths anymore’ you couldn’t help but ask: “What’s gotten into you both?? She had a good practice didn’t she?” “That’s the thing…” Katsuki would start, “it was so good. She doesn’t need us anymore.” “What on earth are you talking about?” You’d question with an huff and your hands on your hips. “He’s right, she doesn’t even need us to walk her in anymore. She just runs in on her own.” Eijiro would add with a pout on his lips, the same one your daughter would sport when it was time to get ready all those weeks ago. 

“Don’t you two think you’re being a little melodramatic?”  You’d cross your arms over your chest and shake your head with a smile. “Just because she’s growing up, doesn’t mean she isn’t going to need you both.”

“I didn’t sign up for this ‘growin’ up shit—” “Language, Katsuki. And you kinda did when you knocked me up. That’s sorta what happens… look at the three of us, from high school, to college, to married with a kid. We grew up too.” Eijiro would argue that you weren’t helping because now all he’s thinking about is when your little girl gets to be a high school and college graduate, and they’re going to have to walk her down the aisle someday. “All I’m trying to say is that she’s always gonna need you, both of you. She’s learning to figure herself out and she found something she loves and enjoys. You both should be proud of her for that.” You stand between them and place a kiss on each of their lips as they each loop an arm around your waist. They are proud of her, beyond proud even. But as they sit here with you between them, listening to your little girl as she turns on the shower, they can’t help but think about how they are so lucky to have you. You really had been the glue that tied them all together, and you truly are the best mom in the world. The more they think about it, it’s only a matter of time before they’re both begging you for another one, and this time is Ei’s turn. 

[14th-century-verona-queer]

Okay I love Percabeth with my whole entire heart

Like every single fiber of my fucking BEING loves them

I could never get enough of them FRRR

But can we please please PLEASE stop writing one shots and short stories and things where every time Percy and Annabeth are together in the same room, they stop paying attention to their friends?

Or that they NEED to be together at all times?

Of course, PLEASE keep writing stories where (even as background characters) they’re being silly, stupid, in love teenagers

But i also wanna see more of Percy just hanging out with Piper and Frank and Nico in a small group, playing video games, and just talking.

I wanna see Annabeth having a girl’s night with Thalia, Reyna, and Hazel where they just wreak absolute havoc.

I wanna see more just Percy doing things with his friends and having friendship moments with his friends, and Annabeth doing things with her friends, and of course both of them contributing and being active in their friend group as THEMSELVES. Not as a conjoined Percabeth. (If that dont make sense, keep reading)

I’ve seen and read too many stories where Percy and Annabeth will be in a ‘group hang-out’ but I never see them interact with anyone else or see them have an ACTUAL conversation with a different character, without bringing up the other. (Not that thats particularly a BAD thing, obviously its cute and stuff, but i know that Percy and Annabeth can and want to talk about more stuff with their friends than just being in love and being Percabeth)

They’re always connected at the hip, and don’t seem to have the meaningful, passionate friendships that they actually have with all the other characters, if that make sense. Whenever they’re “hanging out” with everyone else, they’re never really “hanging out” yk?

And I don’t mean you can’t write them being absolutely infatuated with each other (cause, yk, they are), or that you can’t write them in a group setting where they just kinda of only have eyes for each other in that moment, or that they can’t write them not contributing to the conversation as much and having their own little lovey-dovey conversations. Of COURSE you can do that, and I encourage you to! I love that shit.

But when it’s all the time, in every story, every, well, everything, it just feels like Percy and Annabeth are reduced to those couples that will only hang out with you if you’re also doing couple activities, if that makes sense. Like, it’s giving the whole “jaladdin” thing from Descendants: rise of red. (Which really bothered me btw, bc Aladdin and Jasmine are fantastic characters that deserved their own character and personality that didn't just rely on their relationship) (PS. I HAVE NEVER WATCHED THE MOVIE. BUT. THOSE ARE THE VIBES I GOT JUST FROM THAT ONE SCENE. I COULD BE WRONG. I HOPE IM WRONG.)

Like it’s okay to be completely in love with your partner, but when thats all you talk about and hang out with, it makes the characters meaningless and boring (IN MY OPINONNNNN.) (not to mention that irl, thats quite unhealthy. Too much time with anyone, even someone you love a lot, will start to create resentment and anger between you)

Even in the books, we see Annabeth and Percy that just hang out one-on-one with other characters or in little groups separately. Do they love each other? Of fucking course, literally nothing could change that. But they still have lives and relationships OUTSIDE of each other.

TL;DR: Can we please start writing more interactions with Percy and Annabeth where they have strong, independent personalities that don’t just rely on and talk about Percabeth and their relationship? It’s great that they’re in love and its adorable, yes, but i also want to see them, yk, being Percy, or being Annabeth, and having their own lives and friends and relationships BESIDES just Percabeth.

(I’ll probably update this with new thoughts/make it make more sense because I just needed to get this off my chest and voice my opinion)

[agi-ppangx]

💌letter six - found in dreams

╰► lee felix has sent you a letter !

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“our date was four days ago and since then i haven’t stopped smiling. i still remember your playful laugh and this bright, shy smile when i handed you the flowers. and i think i wanna be the cause of your smile more often (preferably every time you smile).

i wish i could really express the happiness and calmness that you brought into my life. i’m looking forward to getting to know you and listening to your life stories, because the more i learn about you, the more i wanna know. you’re just such an interesting person - the way you manoeuvre from talking about astronomy to telling me why you named your childhood cat timmy in great detail is adorable and makes me want to listen to you over and over again.

you also told me a lot about your past and i feel extremely grateful that you trusted me enough to open up about such a sensitive topic. i’m really sorry this happened to you. you’re so pure and precious and even thinking about this makes me angry. we may not know each other for long and our relationship isn’t so strong right now, but i want you to know that you can always count on me when you struggle.

it might be too soon to say but i think i’m falling in love with you. my day isn't complete anymore unless i've seen you or at least talked to you on the phone. it’s okay if you don't feel the same, but i hope one day our little situationship will grow and blossom. i want to be able to listen to your voice every day, even if you tell me about mundane things, and i want to teach you how to play video games. i just wanna be near you and bask in your presence.

there is no one else with whom i’d rather be. you’re the person of my dreams, someone who appeared in my birthday wishes every year. and now you’re here, in person, and i can’t wait to meet you again.

i’ll be thinking of you until we’re together again, felix

PS. i just saw your new picture on instagram and i’m pretty sure my pupils turned into little hearts just like in cartoons. god, i’ve fallen really hard for you, haven’t i?”

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[yujo-nishimura]

Red Hair or Red Nose? - Part 5

This is the last SFW part of the story - depending on your decision I will continue with either all three of them being very infatuated by each other or Y/n choosing one companion for the night. ;) We can also make her strong and independent and let her go back to the ship - I am open to any suggestions.

Enjoy the 5th part of the story! <3

PS. Sorry for being too lazy to put the link to the other parts and thank you all again for reading.

"Yeah, what if...?" After what feels like an eternity, Shanks finally responds. He abruptly halts the movement of the three of you, tightening his arms around you and creating a barrier between you and Buggy. In the midst of the stumble, he guides you gently but firmly against a corner of a nearby building.

"I can assure you, I'm a better kisser than the clown over there..." Shanks whispers, his words resonating close to your face, intentionally loud enough for Buggy to hear. Your heart races in your chest as the unexpected turn of events unfolds.

With Shanks now in such close proximity, he leans in and begins to kiss you, his lips pressing gently against yours. Caught off guard by the alcohol-induced haze and the surprise of his actions, you find yourself momentarily paralyzed, unable to react as the warmth of his lips meets yours.

In that electrifying moment, you find yourself reciprocating the kiss with equal fervor. Shanks' tongue delicately dances along your lips, his movements both cautious and resolute, ensuring that he doesn't cause any harm. He is convinced that this intimate exchange will make you feel as if you're melting away, and he's proven right.

A rush of sensations floods your body, weakening your knees once again, while a fiery heat ignites within your stomach, mirroring the intensity visible in Shanks' eyes. Your excitement is palpable, making it difficult to catch your breath. Grateful that he has you pressed against the wall, your arms raised, you desperately restrain yourself from fiercely embracing him, fearful that you might reveal just how much you crave for him and his body.

Immediately Buggy's outrage flares up, and his disconnected hands, empowered by the devil fruit, find their way back to you. With a forceful grip, he cups your face, abruptly halting the kiss and pushing your head to the side. Before he forces you to meet his gaze, you catch a glimmer of satisfaction in Shanks' eyes. It becomes evident that he not only enjoyed the kiss but relished Buggy's jealousy even more.

"I'll be damned if this monkey can kiss better than me," Buggy exclaims, his voice laced with determination. "Normally, I wouldn't touch anything that his lips have touched, but I believe it's time to prove a point...!"

Now standing beside both of you, Buggy positions himself as an active participant. Shanks willingly releases his hold with a grin, as if he's thoroughly entertained. Caught between these two captivating figures, you feel like a playball, too weak, intimidated, and excited to move. The tension in the air is palpable as the dynamic between them intensifies, and you find yourself drawn deeper into their entangled game. You cannot stop smiling, somehow you are still enjoying yourself.

Buggy forcefully pushes Shanks away, retracting his hands back to his body. With a surge of determination, he takes control, pressing his body against yours. In an exhilarating moment, a mixture of surprise and excitement escapes your lips in a shrill shriek before Buggy's mouth meets yours.

His kiss is passionate and fervent, though slightly sloppy. The intensity of the moment eclipses any lack of finesse, and his stubble grazes against your skin, adding an intoxicating sensation. Lost in the embrace, you surrender yourself to the magnetic pull of this man. The heat emanating from his body envelops you, their closeness creating an irresistible connection. The taste of heaven and rum lingers on his lips, leaving you longing for more, captivated by the sensations coursing through your being.

Breathless he draws away from you, leaving you breathless just as Shanks did. "So, sweet cakes, who was better?" he playfully inquires, his eyes gleaming mischievously, leaving the decision in your hands.

[guardian-of-time-if]

Hello! I was wondering if we could get descriptions about what the races in your world look like? What are leodra? What do they look like? What physical traits to the half-leodra have? Do elves look human except with pointy ears? Do the changelings have a "fae" form/"true" form?

What other races exist in your world? We know about the existence of mages and elementals but what do they look like? What are their powers? Their advantages and disadvantages?

Also if MC is a leodra can she straight up FLY?

So basically I want to inhale all the information about the magical races LMAOGFBUWAO

PS: Also can we get this information in the games glossary, please? That would be really helpful 🙏

IHi Anon. There are a lot of questions here, but I’ll do my best to take them one at a time. And I’ve decided to turn the glossary into a full codex, so all of this information will be added to the codex, and an in story explanation will be given in chapter 3 for players who prefer to find out organically instead of through the stats screen. It will probably not be quite as extensive, but enough for everyone to understand the basics.

What are leodra? What do they look like? What physical traits to the half-leodra have?

So leodra are a race of fairyesque creatures with a strong affinity for magic. They have  about the same body proportions of a human, but tend to be thinner on average. Their skin spans the same range of human skin tones, and sparkles like a permanent body glitter. Their hair is the opposite. It’s generally pretty colorful, but can also be naturally multicolored. This can be one base color with some strands of a different color, or it can be flat out patterned in a way that never changes no matter how short or long the hair gets. (i.e. yellow hair with pink polka dots, or tips a different color than the rest of the hair.) For hair that is multicolored what humans would consider natural colors might appear, they just won’t be the dominant color.  (This is one of the distinguishing traits with half leodra who typically have a natural hair color with some strands on a non natural one). Their eyes are only blue, pink, or purple, but have varying shades. Half-leodra tend to stick to these eye colors. As I mentioned in the book, they have wings which are located around the small of the back and about as tall as the torso. They are a translucent silver. Half-leodra do not have the wings which is the primary marker that they are not full leodra.

Do elves look human except with pointy ears?

Elves pretty much are humans with pointy ears, but tend to be slightly smaller. The average human height is about 3 inches taller than the average elven height, but individuals will vary. Elves also cannot grow body hair or facial hair, only hair on their heads. The only other defining characteristic is that they have different eye colors. When their eyes are blue, green, brown, grey, or violet, they tend to have either gold or silver specks in them, but they can also have eyes that are just pure gold or silver. 

Do the changelings have a "fae" form/"true" form?

Changelings in my world are not considered fae. They are they’re own race, but they do have a “true” form, ish. Their skin ranges from dark grey to black, and their hair is either white or silver. They also don’t have irises, so their eyes are just pools of white. Their actual facial features are either subtle or nonexistent.

What other races exist in your world? We know about the existence of mages and elementals but what do they look like? What are their powers? Their advantages and disadvantages?

Okay, so to start off with, mages aren’t a race. Anyone can become on through the proper study of magical arts. People who are born with inherent magic are just regular people of a specific race who happen to have magical powers. 

Races in Tarken are divided into the “intelligent races”, the “subservient races”, and the “monstrous races”. The intelligent races are comprised of: Humans, Elves, Leodra, Changelings, Dwarves, Halflings, and Elementals. The subservient races consist of: Dragons, Half-Orcs, Mermaids, Sirens, gnomes, and one more I don’t want to list because they are very plot relevant. (sorry) The monstrous races are a little more tenuous because it’s basically everyone who isn’t in the above groups, but it is sometimes fuzzy where the line between “monstrous races” ends and literal monsters begins. Generally, the monstrous races are considered to include: Orcs, Goblins, Trolls, Giants, Centaurs, and Erdholites, an original race I made up that I will not elaborate on because they are a major part of the story. 

Any combination between multiple races, such as half-elves, with few exceptions, are considered to be in the category of the lowest tier race, if that makes any sense. So a half-elf as a combination of two intelligent races, would be legally considered a member of the intelligent races with equal standing, but a mix between an elf (an intelligent race) and a siren (a subservient race) would be considered a subservient race. The most notable exception is the half-orcs, which has been an international dispute for centuries. As a mix between humans (an intelligent race) and orcs ( a monstrous race), half-orcs should be considered one of the monstrous races, but are instead considered to be a subservient race. But generally, that’s how it works, at least in terms of legal issues. How a mixed race is treated socially can vary widely depending on country and social class. (I also consider the world to be constantly changing as I add more stories to it, so I may add to this list as I see fit.)

In the effort to keep this post at least a semi reasonable length, I’ll focus on the high races for now. (But if anyone wants more information, send in a follow up and I’d be happy to elaborate on any of the races listed in the preceding paragraph.)

Humans: As with most fantasy worlds, the power of humans rests in their ingenuity. They have better technology than the other races, and take the best things about the other races and utilize them to their advantage. They are also the most numerous race in Tarken, but they tend to suffer from infighting and only act as a unified front when threatened. Currently, the four most powerful kingdoms in Tarken are all human controlled which afford the humans a great deal of power, but they seem more interested in warring with each other than with the other races. 

Elves: Once they reach adulthood, elves stop aging, so they have the capacity to live forever. Their long life is considered their greatest strength, but they are also often considered fragile by the other races. They are the most persecuted of the intelligent races, and have had to rebuild their kingdoms multiple times in different parts of the continent. Now, they have been reduced to living in smaller separate settlements instead of the great kingdoms of the ancient past. Elves have a strong collectivist mindset and remain connected by a strong sense of cultural unity. They are often considered to be the wisest of all races, and those who believe in the gods, the most divinely favored of the high races. Apart from their wisdom, elves are widely admired for their arts (mostly music, poetry, and woodworking, though occasionally their jewelry and architecture), and archery techniques. 

Leodra: Not much is known about Leodra at all, and even less is known about their societal customs. The leodra are an island dwelling race, but their island is protected by a magical barrier preventing any other race from entering. They have a port just off the island for trading, but the leodra never go further than that port nor do they allow any to come closer. Any leodra seen on the mainland of the continent are social pariahs who have been banished from their home, and thus not truly representative of their culture. Their greatest strengths are considered to be their natural magical affinity, their ethereal beauty, and their charisma. Like elves, they can be considered fragile by the other races and are not as physically inclined. 

Changelings: The obvious strength of the changelings is their ability to shapeshift and assume any form. I should add that changelings can only take the form of living creatures of relatively equal size, so a dragon or a giant would be too large, and a house cat or a gnome would be too small. Changelings also cannot change their voices when they shift forms unless they have a natural talent for it. Due to their powers, they are often treated as outcasts. Non changelings have a hard time trusting them because the limitations of their powers are not fully known, so there is an implicit assumption that anyone acting suspicious might be a changeling in disguise. 

Dwarves: All dwarves live underground. They are naturally more resistant to harm to the body, disease, and pain. In exchange they are heavier and move slower. This makes them very skilled warriors, but more susceptible to something like drowning, which is why they tend to stay in the mountains. They are widely known for their weaponsmithing which until very recently was considered the best in the world. They also mine most of the world’s gold. As for appearance, they are short, and stocky. Typically having more heavyset builds, and span the same skin tones and hair and eye colors as humans. They also all have beards.

Halflings: The majority of Tarken’s food supply is farmed by halflings. While every country has their own farmers, in cases of famine it is the Kalance (a country of halflings) that supplies them with food. Halflings are small which is both their greatest asset and their greatest weakness. They are also extremely insular, more so than elves, but not as bad as the leodra. Halflings tend to be short and thin. They also have pointed ears like elves, and have the same range of coloring for skin, hair, and eyes as humans. 

Elementals: The powers of elementals depend on what element they are: fire, water, ice, plant, rock, wind, or storm. For the most part, elementals seem completely human with one key identifier marking their heritage and an affinity to control that element. The identifying markings for each type of elemental is that fire elementals will have eyes of fire when they get emotional, water elementals have more fluid skeletons if that makes sense, ice elementals have frost covered skin, plant elemental grow flowers in their hair, rock elementals have stones for elbows and kneecaps, wind elementals’ hair floats, and storm elementals have birthmarks that look like lightning on their pulse points such as the neck or wrist. The tradeoff for power over one of the elements is increased susceptibility to another. An ice elemental may be able to control ice and snow, but will burn much quicker than a human will.

Also if MC is a leodra can she straight up FLY?

Yes. Actually Leodra, weirdly enough, naturally hover about 2 inches off the ground without using their wings. They have to concentrate to walk along the floor which is usually more effort than it’s worth, but when they float, sparkles trail off their feet.

I hope that was enough information to digest Anon! I tried to be both clear and concise, but if there is anything unclear, feel free to send me another ask, and I’ll do my best to clarify the confusion.

[yuriisclumsy]

𝐀𝐫𝐜 𝐕 — 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒌, 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔

𝐀𝐫𝐜 𝐈𝐕 | 𝐀𝐫𝐜 𝐕 (you are here) | 𝐀𝐫𝐜 𝐕𝐈

Authors note: Hi. Tis I, your author. I have been writing nonstop for the last few days, and I have things planned out for a couple weeks. BTW, I'm planning on writing for my novel, and other projects not involving fanfiction. Wish me luck! PS. I kinda lied. I have another fanfiction I'm working on, that I won't post until I have at least 15 chapters in.

The Common Folk

–As stated in previous Arcs, the residents of the Divine City are generally of good nature, with the giving out of food to the Up-holders, to community service. They like to reciprocate what they receive. Do them good, and you’ll receive twice the good you gave back.

╰Of course, there are exceptions–those being of the people that live in the upper section; there are bound to be bad apples no matter where you go. It can’t be helped.

–One thing the people are invested in: is quality. This applies to everything; from products, to services, heck, even when talking to people. They want to leave the best impressions they can muster.

╰Expect to be overwhelmed the first time you speak with a local when arriving in the city.

–Contrary to common belief, politics play an important role for every adult within the city. There are elections, law voting, regular committees, and so-forth. Your average Democratic nation–or as democratic as the monarchy allows it to be.

╰It appears that middle aged men are prone to drag youngsters to their side and explain why they voted for a certain individual. It is advised to avoid such conversations, unless you yourself enjoy it. You have been warned.

Class Difference

–Because of the difference of where you can live in the city, there is resentment in the hearts of many who live in the middle and outer sections.

–Many of the residents of the core section have developed a superiority complex. Given that they are allowed to live there, merely because of the fact they were blessed by the gods, gives them pride and honor, not wishing to mingle with those they deem inferior.

╰Do not tell a soul I said this, but…if a child from a family from the middle or outer sections was accepted into an Elite Academy, they would be the center of hate and be chastised by those core pigs.

Academy Students

–Academy students usually spend their days studying their depression and sleep deprivation away. Often finding them congregated in libraries or search facilities by the masses.

–They are tough cookies, and extremely professional when talked to. But they are just kids, they enjoy playing games, making pranks, and – most importantly – taking naps.

╰Students say the best places to sleep are under trees, the beach, and in the rooftops…though, that seems to be influence of a certain roof-sleeper we know.

–Out of all the academies, Tridalia Academy has it the hardest. Why? Because, not only do they have to study law, psychology, and communications, they also have to study martial arts and weaponry.

╰Yikes for all those trying to be Upholders. They have my respect.

…: ≧◉ᴥ◉≦

???: *Sight…*

???: What is it, child?

…: (ง︡'-'︠)ง

???: You…what?

???: You want to fight a powerful villain?

???: Why, in heaven's name, would you do that?

…: ٩(˘◡˘)۶

???: For fame?

…: (ㆆ_ㆆ)

???: Oh.

???: You want to be strong enough to protect me?

…: ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ

???: Well that’s a better reason than fame… 

???: But why?

…: (◉‿◉)つ

???: Because you like me?

???: *Smile* …Hhmp.

???: Of course you do. I’m amazing.

…: (꒪⌓꒪)

???: Pfff…! Haha..HAHAHA!

???: Look at your face..! Hahaha!

???: Oh! You never fail to amuse me!

…: (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻ *Angry Noises*

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[ribbonstrawberrysurprise]

TMM Weapon and Attack Descriptions

Small followup to the character bios post, featuring the information about each Mew Mew's weapon and attack from the 2002 Fanbook vs the TMM New Artbook (both the 2002 insert and the main section).

See the comparison chart here.

First, one BIG thing to notice right off:

The '02 Fanbook actually spells the attacks as リボン/ribon instead of リボーン/riboon. This is big because there's always been debate on whether they should be transcribed as "Ribbon" (usually spelled リボン, with a shorter o) or "Reborn" (usually spelled as リボーン, with a longer o).

Basically, does the stretched out o sound mean it's meant to be understood as "Reborn"? Or is it meant to be understood as each girl stretching out the first word dramatically ("Ribboooon,") before moving on to the personalized ending section. This is definitely the way they enunciate it in the anime and parallels the way other magical girl shows structure attacks (e.g., Mars... Flame Sniper, Precure... Blue Forte Wave, Hirogaru... Sky Punch). I've weighed in on this here.

So, does this settle it once and for all?

Well… not in my opinion. Like, I do still think "Ribbon" is the correct transliteration! But I don't think the Fanbook is reliable for a few reasons:

1) The editing on the Fanbook is a little spotty, so there are multiple spots of inconsistent formatting/spelling. For instance, in the charts, all items in lists are separated by interpuncts (・) except for Buling's special skills, which is separated with a comma (、). There's also a missing interpunct in the list of Retasu's favorite foods (the other girls' lists do put an interpunct on the end of a line, so it's not a purposeful choice), and Shirogane's name has a space between the kanji of his surname and given name, something done for no other names*

*(Okay.... so it's also done for Buling's, but this is a real thing sometimes done for Chinese names to indicate that the surname is only one kanji instead of the 2-3 you'd expect of a Japanese surname...... But this is also changed/corrected in the New version, though, so???)

In my non-professional opinion, some of the phrasing also feels a little weird, and there's not much care put into text spacing and especially where lines break, but I'm not confident enough in my Japanese skills to state this for certain or put specific examples...

2) There is no other place where the attacks are written as リボン/ribon across the MANY places they are spelled out (e.g., the original manga, a La Mode, ReTurn, the PS game guide, character profile stickers). See above for examples!

3) Even though the TMM '02 insert in the TMM New Fanbook reuses a lot of text from the '02 Fanbook, it does NOT maintain this spelling, which suggests it was another error that was corrected.

So it's net zero information imo 🤷‍♀️

More small things under the cut:

I translated 必殺技/hissatsu waza as "finishing move". It literally means something like "certain kill technique" and is commonly translated as stuff like "special move" or "special attack" as well. 

The '02 Fanbook describes the attacks in terms of what they do in universe, whereas the New Artbook describes what happens in the stock footage. 

The '02 Fanbook also makes a big deal out of Ichigo's attack being the strongest and claims it's the only one that can purify a Chimera Anima and release the Parapara. It's generally true that they have to play her stock footage she has to finish off the big Chimera Anima, but the other girls consistently finish off smaller Chimera Anima, plus instances like Zakuro instantly defeating the big crow in episode 10 and all of the girls (including Pudding, somehow???) managing to defeat a bunch of big Chimera Anima at once when Pie releases them en masse as a distraction in episode 49. The '02 insert keeps the note on Ichigo's attack being able to finish off Chimera Anima but drops the "not that strong" part from the descriptions of the non-Ichigo girls and even adds that Zakuro's attack is "strong enough to surprise/frighten Quiche". The New artbook has no mention of any one girl's attack being more powerful.

The descriptions of the attacks kind of back up my claim that none of the girls except Lettuce have an elemental attack and are instead all light-based and separated by range:

Ichigo: balls of light; final blow on Chimera Anima Mint: arrow of light; ranged attack Lettuce: stream of water; attacks multiple enemies at once Pudding: wave of light that turns into "pudding"; captures enemy Zakuro: whip of light; can be used close or far away, can bind enemies, can cut into pocket dimensions somehow

...Zakuro is clearly way too OP, since she can essentially copy the effects of Mint, Lettuce, AND Pudding's attacks plus having dimensional powers. I mean, the "cutting through dimensions" thing is way outside the range of the other Mews' powers??? And it shows up so little...

Speaking of Zakuro, the New version eliminates the space-cutting power but also describes her weapon as a cross with a ribbon attached to the end instead of as a whip! (It does say she uses it like a whip in the attack description...) She does move it like a rhythmic gymnastics ribbon a little even in her original attack footage, but it's kind of funny to insist the ZaCross Whip isn't a whip!

They sure are caught up on how Lettuce can use her attack even when tied up since she only has to move her fingers. A situation which only happens once.

I find it a little funny that they never really acknowledge how all of the weapons are based on musical instruments. The LettuceTanets are obviously called castanets, and the StrawBell Bell is noted to have a bell attached, but only the the New fanbook calls Mint's weapon "lyre-shaped" instead of "bow and arrow-shaped". Not once are the PuRing Rings compared to a tambourine (although New does mention the bell) or the ZaCross Whip to a flute.

Confirmed that in the anime Buling's attack is not literal pudding but rather something that looks like it. (The manga is still a toss up considering we see it being eaten...)

The difference in phrasing between the '02 Fanbook and the New insert is pretty funny. プリンのようなもの / purin no youna mono, "a thing/object/substance that's like pudding" vs プリン状の物体 / purin-jou no buttai, "a solid object in the form/appearance of pudding". Puddingy thing vs physical object in the form of pudding.

[ryoko-loves-roses]

Hello (:

I saw that you wrote at the bottom of your hcs to let you know if there were any more characters we wanted you to write for?

Your HCs for Gihun and Inho were the sweetest! 🥹

Could I maybe request hcs for Hyun Ju? I love her cause how coukd I not love a strong badass female character with a big heart?!?!

Anyways have a good day 😀

A/N: Hello! I'm so glad you enjoyed them 🥹. It makes me so happy! I enjoyed writing this a lot, but just for funsies, I added some Young-Mi headcanons as well cause they're also one of my favorite duos <3. Please let me know if you like them! PS: I also decided to add lee/ler percentages because i can lol!

120 + 095 | SQUID GAME TK HCS

Hyun-Ju — LEE - 30% I have always headcanoned Hyun-Ju as a sweet, caring ler, but that does not mean she can’t also be a sweet, adorable lee. I believe that Hyun-Ju’s ears would be her sweet spot! When Hyun-Ju and Young-Mi were hanging out in the dorms, Young-Mi tucked a piece of Hyun-Ju’s hair behind her ear, tickling her in the process, which immediately made her scrunch up as adorable giggles bubbled up her throat. What gets her the most though, is when a ler with long nails rakes from the nape of her neck, to her collarbone area. This one tactic could make her giggle like a child, even if she found it embarrassing at times. Young-Mi though, thinks it's the most adorable thing and will take advantage of it every time she gets the chance. Though she makes sure never to cross Hyun-Ju’s boundaries, let’s be honest… Hyun-Ju honestly doesn’t mind it that much anyway. Some other tickle spots that get Hyun-Ju giggling like a toddler would be her navel. It isn’t as ticklish as her ears, but it pretty much makes her squirmish and giggly anyway, so it's worth a try! When she first joined the games, she didn’t trust anyone (rightfully so), but when she met Young-Mi, Young-sik, and his mother, Geum-ja, she quickly grew accustomed to surprise tickle attacks from the others. Usually, it was only Young-Mi who would attempt it, but eventually, Geum-ja decided during one of the downtimes to rake her nails across Hyun-Ju’s palm, and lord have mercy- Hyun-Ju was extremely surprised about how much it tickled. LER -70% LET ME TELL YOU- Hyun-Ju is the sweetest ler in the world. She makes sure to never cross her lee’s boundaries (respectfully), but she also makes sure that her little lee is laughing their cute head off. I headcanon that one of her teases would be along the lines of “Oh? It tickles? Where? Here?” Then she would REPEATEDLY poke right where it made the lee squeal. She loves to laugh along with whoever she’s tickling, while also making sure they are having a good time. That being said… her favorite lee is, of course, Young-Mi. She thinks Young-Mi doesn’t laugh enough, and makes sure to change that. Her go-to tickle technique is usually tracing and raking her fingernails on Young-Mi’s tummy and sides, which does the fucking trick but i’ll save that for Young-Mi’s section - She makes sure everyone she tickles is okay with it, because the last thing she would want to do is to cross anyone’s boundaries. I think she would also give insanely good aftercare. You know… hugging, snuggles, and maybe a forehead kiss or two <3.

Young-Mi — LEE - 90% STOMACH. I’m sorry, but I had to. Her tummy would be so ticklish that it’s insane. I think I like to give the headcanon of ticklish tummies to the characters that seem like they wouldn’t hurt a fly. I mean, if you even trace a nail around her belly button, she bursts into cute giggles, which of course like I’ve stated, Hyun-Ju loves. The reason why Young-Mi is such a big lee is because whenever you tickle her, her first instinct is to crawl into a small ball and try to get away, but in hindsight, she honestly doesn’t want it to stop. I’d assume that Hyun-Ju or whoever was next to her found this fact out by poking her stomach when she was spaced out, not paying attention. It is an adorable fact because she’s an adorable person! Geum-ja would test this out, but briefly, not being a ‘touchy’ type herself, but Hyun-Ju would have no problem tickling Young-Mi until she was squealing with adorable laughter. Her laugh is so contagious that it would surprise you how they didn’t do it sooner -. LER - 10% Even if she isn’t a huge ler, it doesn’t mean she can’t ler. I headcanon that one of her teasy phrases would be adorable tickly noises, such as “tick, tick, tick~” or “kitchy kitchy coo~ <3”. Her go-to tickle technique is to claw and scribble at the sides and stomach, but honestly, she’d love to tickle anywhere that her lee is ticklish in! She isn’t ruthless or anything, but she does tickle enough to where her lee is feeling better. When she tickles Hyun-Ju, she scribbles her nails on the backs of her ears, which of course, makes her giggle adorably, and when she does, she smiles along with her, enjoying the fact she can make her adorable friend laugh like this. But.. - Young-Mi’s favorite tactic is when she decides to nuzzle or kiss behind Hyun-Ju’s ears. The squeals that fill the room are shrill as hell, and Young-Mi wouldn’t have it any other way.

NOTE: this was SOO fun! If anyone has any other suggestions, i'm open! Although, I have the right to refuse if it's a character im uncomfortable with/if i don't have ideas. love you all. baiii <3

[atsukinakae]

Hey! Me again. So hear me out: platonic trans!reader (genderfluid or ftm) coming out too Kenma, tsukki, and/or bokuto (plus whoever you want ofc) as trans. Maybe they are close friends and met during middle school.

~SQ. (Ps! Have a nice night)

Hq reacts to Mn coming out to Kenma,Tsuki and Bokuto + Kiyoko

Haikyuu x ftm reader (PLATONIC)

Kenma

• At first his face was neutral,no reaction at all,still processing what you just said to him.

• Very supportive but doesn't show it infront of the others.But watches every movement of yours,to see if your feeling dysphoric.

•Like every other weekend,you two would go to his house or your house to play games, spend some time together or just study for exams.This time was on his house,you came with low energy and he could sense it.

•"Hey,should we keep on going with the game?"Your voice came out just as a whisper,he nodded in response and started the game.

•Dying again and again, couldn't even focus on the game, getting more frustrated by every minute passing.

•And he noticed,every single thing,then suddenly he got up and went to this wardrobe,"Is there something wrong?","That's what I should be asking you",he come back with your fav hoodie and gently helped you to put it on to you.

•"There's nothing wrong...",glassy eyes that once showed sparkles of happiness now are afraid,insecure.

•It has been almost an hour since you were in his arms, crying,ranting and sniffling.

•"Shhh, it's okay, you're safe,you are always safe with me","Listen to me, it's all going to be okay","You have me here Mn".

Tsukishima

•At first he had a 'no expression face',but actually deep down he was happy that you've trusted him enough to tell him

•Yes you were scared of how he will react but it instantly calmed you when he accepted of how you truly are.

•If anyone,and I really mean ANYONE refers to you with the wrong pronoums, they're fucked up.

•While you were waiting for Tsuki and Yamaguchi on the exit door,a classmate came to you and started talking of the project that the teacher gave in the morning,after a while, Tsuki approached you when he noticed that they where using the wrong name and pronoums,""Mn,his is name Mn" he said with a serious face."Whatever"your classmate mumbled under they're breath,"As I was saying d/n,the project has to be-"they were cutted off by Tsuki,"Let's go Mn,I don't want you interacting with this shitty people","Hey am talking, where are you taking her!"they yelled while Tsuki dragged you away from there.

Bokuto

•He was listening when you said it but got distracted.

•You had to repeat yourself again because he asked for it.

•Actually very acceptive,he so happy that hugs you tight.

•The members have to check if you still alive.

"Bokuto,I'm trans"

Silence,no one said anything.

"You want a cookie?"he said with mouth full of cookies.

"I-,umm yeah,thanks"

"Could repeat what you just said, please,I swear I was listening"

"I'm trans..." your voice lower than before.

Suddenly you felt some arms around your small body,now you were trapped in his arms. Giggles being heard from him and a sweet smile on his face.

"Bokuto san, please let Mn breath".Akaashi said while checking that he doesn't hurt you with his arms.

But you were okay,being safe in your best friends strong arms.

Kiyoko

•She already knew.

•Figured out a few later of knowing you

•Always uses your desired name and pronoums.

•Also always corrects people when they say the wrong name/pronoums even if they are intentionally or accidentally wrong.

"Kiyoko san,can we talk?"

"Of course,is everything alright?"

"Yeah,just wanted to tell you something..."

She nodded and let you take your time to say it.

"I'm actually trans"you lowered your head so that you wouldn't see her reaction.

"Oh I already knew that"she giggled and went back to the gym.

You were shocked and followed her asking a lot of questions.

[linka-from-captain-planet]

Florrickology, Part 2: The most beautiful face in Faerûn

General simping under cut, plus:

Why I think her face model was changed so much from EA

How her face contributes to her characterization

Spitballing how old I think she is

I actually didn't even really notice Florrick's sexy dress until I saved her from Wyrm's Rock and saw her moving about in the light of day, so I spent 2 whole acts deeply in love with her simply because of her gorgeous face, husky voice, and dominant personality. I was gobsmacked by a total elven MILF come out of nowhere, and while I did recognize her as a beacon of drip in the swagless wasteland of Act 1, I didn't need to notice her thong to know immediately that this was the most beautiful person in the entire game and I must stan.

This was also before I noticed that most NPCs have the same like 6 faces, so I wasn't even yet aware that Florrick's face was especially beautiful and unique.

In addition to going through three outfit changes, she went through two earlier face models. Her original and second models are below.

Her hair and eyes remained essentially the same (minus the smoky makeup), but big changes were made in her face shape and other features between each version, even down to her ears. The second version is definitely a generic head (and not my favorite); I'm not sure about Original Florrick as I don't know what the base heads looked like then, but it is pretty bland, albeit very beautiful.

So, why change? As I said in Part 1, her exact appearance isn't really important, but it is very intentional because they made the effort to change it a few times.

The decision to give her a unique face sculpt makes perfect sense; she's more than significant enough for the effort, considering she shows up in all 3 acts, has lots of dialogue and emotes while talking, plays a fairly sizeable role in the overall story, and appears in the High Hall cut scene as a final battle ally. I figure that, for the most part, the intention behind giving her this unique face is pretty simple: it's gorgeous, increases the game's overall diversity, and enhances her characterization.

I love the type of beauty she was given in the end. She exudes femininity, yet her personality is very dominant ("masculine") and her face isn't traditionally "feminine". Her most prominent feature, her nose, is angular and long, and looks bumpy in certain lights. Her jaw stands out to me next, nice and sharp and strong, but she lacks the cheekbones to give a really chic look. Her chin is large and has a hint of a cleft in some lights. From the side profile (alas I don't have a screenshot even tho I think of it often), her nose, teeth/lips, and chin jut forward a bit from her cheeks and eyes, giving her a very determined, jaw-set look.

But she also has big, soft puppydog eyes, some of the juiciest and prettiest lips in the entire game, the most beautiful and distinctive skin tone, and the most nibbleable ears in Faerûn. Look at the little tippy tip poking out of her hair on her right!!

ps if anyone tries to tell me X is more beautiful or Y has more nibbleable ears I will simply block you, make your own insane simp post

Anyway, her face suits her perfectly. She looks like someone you'd describe as "steady as Tyr's heartbeat" or "upstanding as the Sword Mountains". She looks proud, confident, and maybe a little pushy. Her nose has that elegant slope, so when she stands straight up with her strong jaw set and her chin proudly raised in the air, she looks down it just so that you can tell this isn't a woman to be trifled with. She looks stern, but never mean or cruel. When she's grateful, she's gracious and charming. Her big brown eyes are imploring in her moments of vulnerability, and she can't hide when she's worried or concerned because her eyebrows move on their own. She might turn away so her hair covers part of her face in those moments, too.

In her absolute lowest moments, she doesn't even try to hide, and lets the player in on exactly how she's feeling, in her expressions and words.

You don't really get all that from her earlier two models, right? They're beautiful, but don't tell as much of a story.

I think to a lot of people, she may come across as one-note, but she has an emotional arc like any other significant NPC with a longitudinal storyline and you see that the most in her expressive face. I do think that's remarkable, since she is a female character who exists in this story to support the greater arcs of two men. There are strengths and weaknesses in Larian's writing when it comes to things like this, but I really do think they did a great job with Florrick, in balancing her autonomy and treating her as an individual, while holding her to the minimum-necessary screen time/resources (in this long, enormous game) to fulfill her role.

Not strictly related, but I'll always appreciate that it is essentially never implied that Florrick does what she does because she's in love with Ulder. It would make a great romance side story and I'd have loved it, but I love more that it's left up to interpretation. However she feels about him in private, the fact is that it doesn't make a difference in her behavior; lover, friend, or just a boss she respects, she will move mountains for him and her city because it's the right thing to do, and she'll always do what she thinks is right. Florrick being allowed to exist in this story as her own person, never commanded by the writers to be Ulder's wife or Wyll's mother, even if her storyline is really about Ulder and Wyll, is really special to me.

So on that note, I do have one theory as to why they gave her these very unique features:

To help prevent players from assuming that Florrick and the Ravengards are related.

It's important to Wyll's story that his father is his only living family; letting players assume Florrick is (secretly?) his mother or aunt because she's coded as a middle-aged black woman and closely-associated with him and his father interferes with that story, and introduces confusing questions that don't need to be asked like "is Wyll supposed to be a half-elf?" or "why doesn't she seem to give much of a fuck about her son/nephew?"

On this note, I really like that because not only does it shoot down the conventional demand that any woman in the vicinity of a child be their mother, it also highlights that Ulder was Wyll's entire world, making all of their stories more poignant.

Now the final question her face leads us to is, how old is Florrick? This is tough to answer due to Elf Aging, which means you have to triangulate her actual age by starting from how old she looks and how old she seems compared to others.

For my impressions, I think Florrick's voice is what MILFifies her moreso than her face. Her VA, Karen Bryson, was born in 1975, which tracks with the way she sounds, but her face comes off as a bit younger: she's essentially unwrinkled (minus her forehead when she emotes), bright and fresh-skinned with no other signs of aging, so I would place her at a maximum of mid-30s by appearance.

My impression of elf aging as a non-lore-expert is that, at least in BG3, they grow at the same rate as humans until reaching physical maturity around the early to mid twenties, then age visibly but at a very slow rate thereafter.

Fortunately, there are a few full elf characters whose ages we know. Disregarding Astarion who seems to have been fucked up due to stress/vampirism, we have Minthara (~250) and Halsin (~350) for comparison.

This is convenient, since Florrick looks tennish years younger than Minthara, and Minthara looks tennish years younger than Halsin. So, perhaps full elves, once having reached full physical maturity by approx 25 years old, age about ten years for every hundred give or take stress/genetics/etc. So if Florrick looks about 30-35, that'd work out to the neighborhood of 120-130 years old.

This tracks to me, as she definitely comes off as a fully-fledged elven adult, but still young enough to be a bit cavalier and have things to learn about herself--much like a human in her early-to-mid 30s.

Also, I notice she doesn't have anything to say about the previous Bhaalspawn crises (124-125 years ago), because it seems like the type of thing she'd comment on if she remembered it firsthand (either from growing up in Baldur's Gate, or hearing about as the news travelled.) So her being either not born yet or too busy learning to tie her shoes to engage with current events makes sense.

This concludes Florrickology part 2.