#so my brain is fried (AGAIN) and I'm just so mad

[casteliacityramen]

When Her Majesty Reshi started talking, Rio looked like she was being held at gunpoint by a firing squad. Now, she looks as if the same firing squad went "whoops, sorry." offered her a smoke and a beer, and sheepishly went on their merry way.

In short, this is probably the most relaxed she's felt all night. Better than relaxed, even.

"I'll make sure to tell him all that, but I also wanna tell you something and I won't yell at you or nothing. Just... please be here when I get back."

She jumps off and turns the corner where Ray went to be alone. 

"What'swrong?" Ray asks too quickly. 

"She says Unóva differently than we do. She calls this place Únova." 

"..."

"... What?" Ray whispers. His body is refusing to believe that he's anything but under the potential threat of turning into a fried Kalosian delicacy and his brain is trying to wrap its head around this seemingly... tiny and useless detail.

"She's really sorry that she's upset us, she says to drop the title of 'her majesty' and call her Reshi, she's humbly trying to re-gain that title, and she's thankful for being honest with her. Oh, and she sends her compliments to the chef. Hey, did Reshiram ever take a human form? Because Zekrom never did." 

Ray's brain short-circuits. Everything he just heard come out of Rio's mouth threatened to turn into noise that he was hearing in whatever delirious state he was now in.

But as he took in the words--digested them, Ray lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He looks up at nothing in particular, lost in thought.

"She's nothing like him," he telepathically mutters, dumbfounded and flabbergasted.

Of course she wouldn't be. She's from a reality that's completely different from theirs. Almost everything could be anything in a separate world from theirs.

He mutters out loud this time, "She's nothing like him, right?"

Rio shakes her head. "We agreed not to talk about him or Zekrom after the civil war. You never told me about who Reshiram used to be before he went mad."

Oh... That's right, they indeed agreed on that, didn't they?

"He straddled the line between confidence and arrogance. He was snarky. Loud. He had a tendency to speak his words before thinking through them-"

"You sure you're not just talking about yourself?"

Ray shoots her a look and lets out a manic exhale that could be mistaken as a sharp laugh. In that moment, Ray reaches the same conclusion that Rio came to just a minute ago and can't help but find the weight on his shoulders feel significantly lighter.

"- But most importantly, he was unapologetic. He wouldn't have said anything Reshi just said."

Ray pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in for a split second.

"... But now I don't know what kind of person she is and I find that... quite terrifying since she still carries the title of one of Unova's founding dragons."

"You can go back and find out."

"Another day. When I'm not... this," Ray gestures mildly to his legs, "I'll apologize properly for my outburst then, too."

"I'm telling her she's welcome to come back."

"Please do. Thank you."

--

There was nothing she could say that wouldn't make this more awkward than it already was, so she starts:

"Before I met you, Reshiram... our Reshiram, was all we knew. We learned recently that there were others out there, but we assumed that they were all like ours. You know, the type that's too eager to tear one of my wings off (again) at the first sign of insult. 

I had a feeling you weren't like that when we met, but both Ray and I know now that you absolutely aren't that. Everything you said earlier convinced both of us that you are nowhere close to what we expected. You give me hope that if... when the next iteration of our Reshiram comes, there's a chance they'll be more like you. "

Rio lets out a sigh that takes all of her tension with it.

"Next time you come around, I promise we won't yell at you like that again. You deserve to be around people who'll be straightforward with you, that much I can say.

... Also, sorry for making things weird and thanks for being honest with us, too. I'll keep you company if that's okay."

Previous @casteliacityramen

A few moments pass by in silence, broken by the snap of chopsticks as Reshi takes them in her hands.

“I wish to start with one thing, It is no intent of mine to harm anyone here. Unova, no matter where it lies, shall always be my home. These are my people, I live to protect the region, at least to the best of my ability.” She speaks quietly, to no audience besides that of Rio. Pale fingers practice the motions of the utensils in her palm.

“I deeply apologize for the hurt my presence causes you both.” She emphasized, hoping Rio was listening. “It was not my intention-…I-…” Reshi hesitated. “Your scars are yours to bear, I won’t ask any more of you. I can see they still weigh heavy to this day.” She thought of her own. A hand grasped her stomach, a phantom pain twinging through her being into her heart. “Gods above I’m so sorry..” Her voice a whisper. A shaky inhale followed, before she grasped the ladle next.

“No honorifics or titles are necessary either, I promise. The weight of those names are only known to a lost time buried under years of history. Any who would address me as such no longer survive, and the only title I do own is one I have yet to earn. Just…Just Reshi is fine.”

“Lastly, Thank you for your colleague’s honesty. It means so much more than you could ever know, I promise your secret shall never be spoken. There are many who see me and keep themselves hidden, afraid of what I might find inbetween their words. None have ever been upfront with their intentions before. You are one of the first, and I deeply appreciate it.” She finally tucked into the bowl of food before her, savoring the rich flavors.

“Compliments to the chef, please.” She eyed the rockruff besides her with a gentle, yet sad smile.

[bunny-jpeg]

how can i take your order? all you have to do is pick a dessert, drink and driver/character of your choosing! are you in the mood for a mille-feuille or a big slice of chocolate cake! please, please, please indicate who you want me to write about!!

the servers are from the following: formula one, call of duty, baldur's gate 3, haikyuu, one piece, jujustu kaisen, detective comics (dc), marvel comics (but i am open to any other fandoms you might have in mind! please do not hesitate to ask!!)

i do also accept polyam relationships! (pairing + reader), up to about four people! just to make it manageable on my end!

all orders can be made to the inbox for @bunny-jpeg and i'll get your order together asap! also let me know if you want it extra sweet or a little more spicy !

mille-feuille: “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

butter tart: "let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

sugar pie: “gonna let daddy hear ya?”

zebra cake: "well, what do we have here?"

carrot cake: "swallow it. all of it."

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family."

pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo."

oat flapjacks: "i'm not scared of you."

persian rolls: "it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat."

spice pie: "i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut."

mushroom pie: "if you don't shut up. i'm going to shut you up."

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making."

swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you."

pumpkin pie: "i've met strays who were more obedient."

pastry braid: "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

sausage roll: "i wonder how much i could get for photos of this cunt."

pithivier: "if you don't behave, i'll let the boys take care of you."

tiramisu: “my little slut to ruin.”

sponge toffee: "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

pull-apart bread: "i love you"

powered sugar donuts: "marry me."

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.”

pudding chomeur: "i don't share."

ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine."

chocolate cake: "do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day."

soufflé: "i'll be gentle."

fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours."

apple pie: "now be good and beg. thank you."

vanilla cheesecake: "where are your manners?"

berry trifle: "wrong. try again."

maple cream pie: "either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck."

s'more: "The accent gets to you, doesn't it?"

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night."

pancakes: "if you bite me. i'll bite you back."

loaf of whole wheat bread: "you're going to shut that mouth and take me."

jos louis: "does someone need a daddy?"

maple taffy: "oh my god you're stupid."

snowballs: "don't worry, drug tests aren't till next week."

shortbread cookies: "and who does this belong to?"

flan: "i'm not possessive... i'm obsessive."

peach cake: "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

angel food cake: "if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

red velvet cupcake: "if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one."

mince pie: "i'm not jealous."

banana bread: "i'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until the only word your little brain can form is my name."

crumb cake: "if you just listened, all of this could've been avoided."

chocolate chip cookies: "you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat"

nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it."

coffee cake: "knees. now."

sourdough bread: "i'm going to breed you."

blueberry muffins: "i don't think it'll fit."

pound cake with strawberries: "you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

croissant: "i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me."

crepe: "pretty girl."

french toast: "you're trying to make me jealous!"

churros: "if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?"

shortbread squares: "you're just mad that that my cock fits perfectly in you now. must be a blow to the ego that we're a perfect match."

savory pastry: "let your brother find out."

sweet pastry: "i'll make it all better."

eclairs: "the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut."

boston cream pie: "yeah, i'll use protection."

bagel: “gonna paint you with my teeth.”

crostata: “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.”

tres leches: "i wonder if your brother know i cum in you."

peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.”

eton mess: "be careful. your breath smells like cum."

scones: "but what if they see us!"

english muffin: "aw, is someone crying?"

honey cruller: "i forget how small you are sometimes."

banana split: "don't look at me like that."

beer brownies: "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog."

fudge: "your father is pissing me off."

sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up."

brownies: "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

chocolate mousse: "the only necklace you need is my hand around your throat"

tim bits: "stupid little thing."

fruitcake: "i'll make tonight special."

cornmeal muffin: "i need you most."

devil's food cake: "you're my most unhealthy obsession."

crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?"

banana & chocolate muffins: "i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them."

custard tart: "i've never done this before."

cinnamon rolls: "no one needs to know."

mango sorbet: "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?"

date squares: "you look better with my marks on you."

figgy duff: "if i buy it, will you stop pouting?"

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught."

cream puffs: "let me finish inside."

profiteroles: "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go."

with a side of:

coffee: rivals

tea: semi-public/public sex

juice: cockwarming

mocha coffee: breeding kink

bubble tea: daddy kink

a vodka shot: rough sex

sparkling water: gentle sex

coconut water: alternate universe

energy drink: doggy style

champagne: sugar daddy situation

hard lemonade: possessive behaviour

espresso shot: dirty talking

a glass of wine: cowgirl position

ice capp coffee: werewolf au

bloody mary: vampire au

martini: mafia au

frozen latte: dumbification

frozen lemonade: consensual non-consent

cranberry juice: mean!character

glass of water: aftercare

chocolate milk: tenderness

milkshake: size kink

pina colada: pregnancy

cider: body worship

mai tai: loss of virginity

margarita: unprotected sex

mint julep: punishments

chai: biting/hickies

earl grey: big cock

fishbowl cocktail: protected sex

tonic water: age gap

matcha latte: collars/bondage

root beer: filming/recording

soda: jealousy

americano: oral sex

whisky: degrading language

vitamin water: dom/sub dynamic

irish coffee: high sex

sangria: drunk sex

dark roast coffee: sub!character

dark hot chocolate: sub!reader

iced tea: accidentally launching relationship

lemon water: university/college au

naked & famous: bimbo/ditzy!reader

on the house: author's choice!

ORDER UP!

[luveline]

spencer one shot where he’s angry at somebody else [bc he so does look so kissable when he’s angry >:(] maybe someone at one of the precincts they’re working at said something rude about r and he defends u and maybe he gets a lil kiss <3

im thinking “this is calm and it’s doctor” vibes bc that scene does things to me 😭

ty for requesting ♡ fem, 1.1k

cw for sexual harassment

"Jesus," Spencer says, rushing to stand behind you as you bend over. 

"Mm?" you hum. You're fishing for your dropped change unsuccessfully by the precinct vending machines. "They have your chips, did you see?" 

"Your pants are ripped," Spencer says, hand ghosting your thigh. 

"What?" you ask, shooting up. You turn on the spot to hide, hand leaping back. You feel at the seam. "Where?" 

"Top of your thigh." 

"Shit, really? Can you see my–" 

"Yeah," he says, meeting your wide eyes while you locate the rip. "How did you do that?" He laughs. 

"Don't laugh!" you demand, though you're giggling as you do, hand covering your thigh and the bottom of your butt inefficiently. 

"Do you want my jacket?" 

"Don't cover it up, toots." 

You and Spencer both blink. There's a crowd of grinning beat cops by the door of the cafeteria who've obviously witnessed your misdemeanour. "Toots?" Spencer asks. 

"Sorry, boys, that's the end of the show," you say with a grin. Not because you particularly enjoy having been oggled, but it's always been like this. Men will always make weird comments to you, and you've learned to play nice until they're out of your jurisdiction. 

"Turn back around," one says bravely, though you aren't sure which one. 

Spencer stands in front of you subtly. "Do you know that thirty eight percent of women experience sexual harassment in the workplace?" he asks, quick but measured. "Thirty eight percent, but I'm sure a much smaller number of those women are federal agents, and a smaller number again have the capacity to break your arm. I've seen her give serial killers radial fractures. I've seen her do worse." 

"We were just messing around," one says. 

"No need to get defensive," says another. "Don't get mad, boy." 

"I am defensive, but I'm not mad."

His tone attracts the attention of a precinct sergeant who barks at them to stop messing around and get back to work. "Were they bothering you?" he asks after they've filtered out with their heads down. 

"No," you say swiftly. "Everything's fine." 

Spencer frowns, worse when the sergeant leaves, turning to you to take your hand. A few weeks ago at a company picnic, when the sun was high and your spirits comparatively lower, you'd apologised to him for flirting. You love to flirt and especially with him, puppy eyed Spencer with his head of brown hair and his big brain, but some of the team suggested you were taking it too far. You apologised, but Spencer didn't really get what you were saying sorry for and took your hand to lead you out of the sun. He protects you. 

"You okay?" he asks. 

"I'm fine." 

"You sure?" His voice fries. 

"I'm sure," you say. His hand is an interesting thing on yours. He has long, long fingers that seem to possess their own willpower, moving even as they're sewn through yours. "I don't know what to do about my pants." 

Spencer's eyebrows pinch together. "Well, I'll take care of that. I'll find you something. I can't believe those as–" 

"Oh," you interrupt, taking your hand back in want of a better thing to hold, his cheek a mix of soft and scratchy against your palm. "You're still mad." 

"I'm not mad," he insists, though eventually he relents, "Alright, I'm angry that they'd think it was okay to objectify you." 

"What else?" you ask, letting your voice drop in pitch, the sound smooth as angora silk. 

"I'm thinking about if I hadn't been here." 

"I can protect myself," you murmur, endeared by the heat in his gaze. "You said it yourself, handsome. Radial fractures." 

"You shouldn't have to." 

"We both already know that," you say, the side of your hand slipping down his cheek reverently. He squints gently, his lashes dark triangles, his irises a browned sugar. His jaw clenches under your touch. "You're handsome." 

"Right now?" he asks dryly. 

"Are you handsome right now?" 

"Are you really flirting with me right now?" 

"Why wouldn't I be?" You draw a line under his ear whisper soft to curl a longer strand of his hair around the tip. "You look hot when you're winning." 

"What did I win?" he asks, like he doesn't want to know. 

You grin at him, stickying. "Would you like an itemised list?" you ask, rising on tiptoes to speak into the shell of his ear. "What do you think you deserve, handsome? For such a fearless defence?" 

He's not immune to your whims, but he is used to them, planting his hands on your shoulders to ease you back on sure footing. "I don't want anything. I'll always defend you." 

"Can I give you a small token of my gratitude, at least?" 

His pinking cheeks practically emanate heat. "We don't have time for this," he says regretfully, "I still have to find you a coverup." 

"Just a small token," you say. 

He hums and haws. "Alright. Okay, whatever you want." 

"You sure?" 

He nods once, his jaw working with something unsaid. You touch his neck, fingertips trailing along the underside of his jaw until you're sure it's what he wants before you brace your hands behind his head and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, close enough that the corner of his lips align with yours but don't overlap. His neck is hot in your hands, his hair soft, his breath hooking as you lift your lips just a touch and your nose digs into his cheek. "Thank you, Spencer," you whisper. 

He pulls you closer. 

You shudder as his hand presses into the small of your back, wondering what it is he wants to do. His fingers spread. Your thoughts turn to white noise. Like he can sense it, he breathes out and steps away, but any sense of urgency is gone. 

"As much as I might tease, I really do need some pants," you say. "I'm not very interested in anyone else seeing my panties today." 

He rushes off to find you something and you press the backs of your fingers to your cheeks, feeling the heat there with a resigned embarrassment. He has no idea how much power he has over you, in his stony anger and his eager reception. The phantom of his hand warms your back until he returns, his sweater in hand. "Sorry, this is it." 

"If you want me to wear your clothes, just say so." 

"Hotch is pretty pissed at us." 

"Ah," you sigh, tying his sweater around your waist, "another day in paradise, baby." 

[concreteangel92]

Hey there! It's blend-in-with-the-madness 🙂

Thank you for offering to write something!

The BDSM Noah moodboard has really fried my brain so I'm not sure what I want to request exactly haha. Surprise me! Since this one is the birthday present, I'm sure Noah would do something amazing and very smutty for my birthday, uh the reader's birthday of course 😆

For the Halloween one, Noah and reader go to a costume party. Reader has been a brat all day and she's being extra bratty during the party. Noah takes her into a bathroom for quick little edging "punishment" and he says they'll finish at home only if she behaves. She pushes his buttons and says she'd like to see what he'll do if she doesn't behave. 😏 I'll let you take it from here!

For the Halloween costume part, Deadpool and Wolverine have been living rent free in my head since I saw the movie lol so... I think Noah would look great in the Deadpool costume (mask kink honestly) and reader is wearing this (https://imgur.com/a/eRxVUxX) a Wolverine themed dress for easy access during the party and maybe after the party too

Thank you again for offering to write! No rush on these at all! 🙂🫶

Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Warnings: brat taming, dom/sub relationship, fingering, remote controlled vibrator, semi public?, mean!dom Noah, I think that’s about it haha

I’m so sorry this has taken so long to get up but I hope it was worth the wait for you!! ☺️

First part of the request is here

* You’ve been a huge brat all day. I’m taking back chatting, being sassy for no reason and just over all winding Noah up just because you could

* You could tell Noah was taking it all in, even if he hasn’t said anything, you knew you’d eventually pay the price

* “you better behave yourself at this party”

* “Don’t I always?”

* Noah would just give you a glare in response “I mean it, if you act up tonight then there will be serious consequences”

* You nodded to keep him quiet but in your head, you knew you were far from done.

* Later that night you were both dressed for the Halloween party you were attending

* Noah was dressed as Deadpool and you were a female wolverine

* Seeing Noah in the mask was a huge kink of yours, one of the reasons you’d suggested this as your couples costume

* Once at the party, you allowed Noah to think that you were behaving, it was only a couple hours later that you started to push his buttons once again

* If you were grabbing a drink, you’d only get one for yourself and when he asked where his was, your response was “you have legs, get it yourself”

* You’d make small jokes at his expense in front of his friends and talk over him during the conversation

* Not being able to hide the small smirk on your face when you would catch the look he was clearly giving you through the mask

* What tipped him over the edge was when he caught you chatting to some random guy who was talking to you and when you saw his gaze, you playfully put your hand on this guys arm when you laughed at his poor attempt at a joke

* Seeing Noah shaking his head was all the confirmation you needed that he was extremely pissed off

* You made your excuses to this guy and went upstairs to the bathroom

* You let out a small shriek when you felt someone push you inside and slam the door before locking it

* “You really have been a disobedient girl tonight, what the fuck was that?”

* You looked up at him innocently “what do you mean?”

* “You know exactly what I mean, you’ve gone too far tonight so let me remind you of who you belong to”

* The next thing you knew, Noah had flipped your dress up, pushed your underwear to the side and he had his gloved fingers knuckle deep inside your dripping cunt, relentlessly working your body like a violin as you felt your high building

* He’d pulled his mask off at this point, it was thrown next to where you were sitting up on the counter

* “I can feel you clenching down on me, getting close baby?”

* You moaned out a choked “yes”

* For Noah to then bring his fingers away, leaving you staring wide eyed at him

* “Too bad, only good girls get to finish. If you start behaving then I’ll make sure you finish later”

* Feeling extremely annoyed at being edged, you couldn’t stop yourself from saying “and what if I don’t?”

* Noah stood back and glared down at you, he blinked at you a couple times before he reached into one of the pockets of his costume

* “I had a feeling I’d have to be prepared for your back chatting mouth”

* He pulled out the remote controlled vibrator you owned and held it up to your face, your attitude swiftly changed when you realised what he was about to do

* “What’s the matter angel? Don’t feel like running that mouth of yours now?”

* He then pulled your underwear down your thighs so he could push the toy inside of you, your walls instantly gripping onto it

* “Now, you will keep this in for the rest of the party and take what I give you. Don’t even think of taking it out until we are home. Do you understand me?”

* Noah had put your underwear and dress back in place and had caged you in by putting his arms on the sides around you, his tall frame looking almost intimidating as he leaned over you

* “Answer me”

* “Yes sir”

* Noah smirked and stood back up and reached for his mask

* “Good, you can behave”

* Once he’d put his mask back on, he unlocked the door and gestured for you to go out in front of him

* You could fully feel the vibrator as you walked

* It was as you were walking down the hallway that you suddenly felt your knees nearly buckle as the vibrator buzzed to life, sending shock waves throughout your body

* “Shit!”

* You turned around and saw that Noah had his phone in his hand and waved it casually

* “Brats need to be punished”

* And for the rest of the party, he certainly made sure you were learning your lesson

[uneatenclient]

murderbot tv show ep 5 reactions/spoilers under cut. i fucking love mb

oh? flashback?

goddddd it said "i'm sorry" before shooting itself last time i'm still soooo

'this thing is heavy' 'IT'S NOT A THING IT'S A PERSON' 'yes i know' ratthi 🤝 arada being firm on mb's personhood even under pressure

omg they're all so worried LITERALLY ALL OF THEM ARE ON THE VERGE OF CRYING

THERE'S TOO PURE ARADA FOR MY BINGO BOARD

holy fucking shit arada lmfao

but ugh. UGH. i don't want her here. the dynamic!! give it back!!

maybe i'll be lucky and it'll show how close they are by comparison? plz

omfg 'not unless you're stupid enough to do the thing you're doing right now. [biggest sigh] idiots'

we're one step closer to 'my idiots' and i cannot fucking wait

uh. guys. maybe. dont?

WHAT

bharadwaj???

not pin-lee and gurathin??? WHY THO

oh jeez

this is such pure corporate indoctrination. presaux just looking at each other like uhhhhhh

i should count how many times mb calls its humans stupid in this ep i think its 3 so far let me look

—

'despite my best efforts'

i'm reacting all over again every time i watch the eps i find something new and great

'fix me? why'd i even bother to shoot myself?'

oh that shot was fucking gross how did i miss that before

GOD THAT ACTRESS DID SOMETHING W ARADA'S VOICE THERE AND IT'S SO FUNNY AND REAL AT THE SAME TIME

yep stupid and then idiots ok 2 so far hello again intro

there's 3

"yeah that was preeetty heroic" i fucking love you mb have i said that recently

oh dear

TERRIBLE SHOW

how does no one know they have faces

HOW IS SHE SO MUCH WORSE THAN THE TEAM SAYING IT HAD A NICE FACE GET ME OUT OF HEEEREEE

also what adult says pee-pee

the fucking expressions on everyone's faces

WHAT

RATTHI

RATTHI OH MY FUCKING GOD

YOU SIGNED THIS THING TODAY?? YESTERDAY???

'okay this part was actually kind of entertaining' it fucking hates relationship drama AND gratitude but humans embarassing themselves? funny

ratthi's fucking forehead bruise

'this secunit it our friend' 'eh. debatable'

oh my god. ratthi with one banger after another this ep lmfaooo

MB PLEASE

i should count the sarcastic bitching as calling them stupid tbh we'd be up to 6 or 7

'oh n— hes gonna do it? he looks way too into this' botfucker confirmed?? ignore me

'nice'

'looking at their hopeful faces, i was glad i didnt murder them' camera/eyes shoot to lbb 'mostly

plz pin gurathing to the wall plz pin gura

ITS CRUCIAL TO MY ENJOYMENT OF THE STORY

the clearing of throat fucking hell

'uh oh' 'UH OH'

PLZ PIN GURATHIN

she agrees with me completely

BHARADWAJ AFTER ALL I DID FOR YOU

'i don't agree with gurathin' 'HA!' help meeee

gurathin's fucking face

SO UNFAIR

SECCY

FUICKING HELP ME

oh?

oh? the scene?

PLEASE

'i don't watch that crap' [deathglare]

OH MY GOD THEY EXPANDED ON IT THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

the scene PLEASE PLEASE

holy fuck

holy fuck that was so fast??

THANK YOU FOR MAKING MB THE BADASS IT SHOULD BE

FUCK I KNEW I COULD TRUST MARTHA WELLS

did it fucking have its energy weapon ready to shoot him?? was that why the thing on its arm glowed yellow???

dude. 'i don't know what i would've done if she hadn't kept it calm' much? you would've fried his fucking brain?? badass tbh you deserve a crash out after living like this so long

sad it didn't add the 'but the others like you, and i like them' bit but i'll get over it

it has to admit it eventually

so completely avoiding eye contact

gurathin is so fed up. this is bringing back so much cr bullshit i can feel it. i bet everyone in the room could feel it. i absolutely get it godddd poor dude

that's the gurathin character arc i want not the fucking. mensah obsession. ugh

he fucking calls her mensah when he's mad but ayda when he's worried

god. mensah saying all that is WAY harder to believe seeing it than it was reading/listening to it. probably because everyone is much less well-behaved in the show

GET EM MB

yeah i fucking bet she was

IT'S EXPRESSING ITS WANTS SO FAST. FUCK YEAH YOU GO MB

gurathin and mb are such two sides of the same coin

you question her so much gura. the same way mb does tbh but it does it internally

oh no

oh no oh no

stop

don't make me watch this

stoppp

at least she's trying?????

LMFAO

NO OH GOD

IT'S FUCKING FACE

NEVER BEEN MORE SCANDALIZED OR HORRIFIED IN ITS EXISTENCE

HORRILIZED

the performance reliability tanking i'm fjkahdjsjdj

'first among the equals' is fascinating

awwww

OH COME ON

absolutely did that on purpose it was so insistent lmfao

the pout and crossed arms

they're so fyucking similar what am i gonna dooo

stop no

don't be weird

ohhhh he's mean he probably likes her less than secunit at this point

i do love him if i ignore the elephant we haven't come back to anyway

omg she's making it deal with family stories and oh nooo she couldn't possibly have a favorite

oh my fuck

'cuz most humans are greedy bastards' THIS BITCH IN ITS REBELLIOUS TEENAGE PHASE ALLOWED TO SAY WHATEVER IT WANTS NOW

I'M FUCKING IN LOVE

AND ALSO IT'S RIGHT

aww. baby's first conversation

gosh. gosh.

interesting. foreshadowing the other beacon drama. if this doesn't turn out worse somehow

.........oh

fucking. OKAY THEN

WHAT THE SHIT

sometimes it feels like they're fucking around with the order of things but it's just that they added in so much kinda similar stuff it's like getting slapped in the face

IN A GOOD WAY

BC WAHT THE FUCK WAS THAT

i hope mensah gets it to talk about gurathin i wanna know what she'd sayyyyy

and my bingo with 1 new star

[allmannerofmalady]

In continuation of my clownery, I started a new DATV playthrough because my beloved Inquisitor looked so jarring I had to remake her and replay like 20 hours of the game. But hey, I made peace with the fact that I am playing DATV to wrap up Inquisition and get an ending scene at this point, I'm not currently foreseeing a second playthrough, so I gotta do it right, y'know?

Spoilers, and me complaining at extreme length, yet again, about my own personal expectations vs reality into the void. Please ignore if DATV negativity is something you prefer to stay away from, protect your peace & what you enjoy.

So I replay HOURS. I'm having fun killing everything as fast as I can - I don't know what it is about playing as a rogue in this game that has tickled my ADHD brain so much, but I'm surprisingly really good at the arrow bonanza and relentless enemy aggro?! This turn based bitch? I digress.

I see my bb Inquisitor Lavellan - she still doesn't look like herself, but I can live with it. She got some ill-advised fillers in Tevinter, she's been through a lot, let her LIVE.

This time around my strategy is pure lore hunting. I'm getting every codex, I'm SQUEEZING this playthrough for whatever lore/easter eggs I can get because idk if I'm going to play again. I got all of Solas' murals early on, got Mythal's essence before Weisshaupt even, I think. BUT WAIT! I have one more treat! The locked room in the Lighthouse! Solas' study! There must be something juicy for all the effort, right? RIGHT? :'D

I know it's been beaten to death, but PERSONALLY, the game still feels incredibly flat to me, jarringly so. If I'm in the Dreadwolf's home, I want to snoop. I want Rook to look through his library, his books, his garbage bin. I even remember the devs saying they wanted being in the Lighthouse to feel an old friends house, or something? I could be wrong, my brain is fried. It's not just a Solas thing - I'm playing this game because I'm desperate for info about the characters I love, but as Rook, we are IN Solas' HQ and I want to rip open the floorboards. I'm trying to RP as much as I can RP in this G.

Anyway, I was so thirsty for something more, something deeper than just these lovely environments I cant do much with, and notes on how Solas hoards raisins - so I collected the wisps and did all the things to unlock the second door in the Lighthouse, forever booboo the fool, thinking I would get some juicy content or something. Trying to stay positive.

No. NO. I got some gear, another empty room Rook has no comments on, and fine, some of Solas' observations on the anchor. It does seem to confirm he kept the Inquisitor’s arm aaaand I love him your honour.

Back to backflipping and shooting arrows in the air, and wanting to grab Emmrich by the beautiful lapels to shake him and ask about the Pentaghast family. Where's my WIFE --

On to the Weisshaupt mission, which was actually ridiculously fun to play - until I was told Weisshaupt is gone haha wow great love that at least the Inquisitor & gang are keeping Southern Thedas safe *subtle foreshadowing* 😃🤞 weeee

I was SO MAD at myself for expecting more like the clown that I am, it was something dumb but just annoyed me all over again and got me all… opinionated 🫠

So, I'm mad again. I cannot begin to articulate my feelings about the incredible amount of storylines and lore we've lost with the decisions made in DATV's writing - they've already been written so eloquently by much greater minds than myself. SO I'm just laughing my way through the pain 🤡

People pleaser that I am, I see other creators I've followed and loved for ages defend the game's choices, tell others they lack media literacy, that your criticisms mean you have rose tinted glasses about the previous games - whatever, your opinion can be valid without tearing others down. So, I genuinely thought something was wrong with me for being so hung up on details. But I can't even engage in fan theories anymore because I'm so jaded at this point. When I see new deep dives into lore-based theories on the game, 99% of the time my mind goes "There is no deeper meaning. They just wanted to wrap it up." Why do you think this thing happened? What do you think that thing is hinting? Nothing. And this is coming from someone who played all the games, owns all the novels, art books, World of Thedas I and II, the bloody Inquisitor lamp from the BioWare store LOL, I was primed and ready to engage in these conversations, but I can't. I have nothing to say that won't end in a cynical answer, and maybe that's because I'm also jaded by working in the game-adjacent VFX industry.

The factions are, yet again, fun but shallow, the logic confusing, and lack much of a backstory for Rook (I think Grey Wardens and Mourn Watchers seem to be the best developed from other reviews and playthroughs, I've only played extensively as a Shadow Dragon, to be fair). Why are you a mage in this one faction? Why are you a rogue in another when it doesn't make sense without a story to support it? It's all this beautiful candy floss that melts away the minute I stop and think about it. And then the cynic in me thinks - these are probably vestiges of the live service part of the game that EA was pushing for. I have to slap myself and stop looking for deeper meaning within corporate decisionsssss there is no swimming pool behind that closed door you needed 7 wisps for 😃

I desperately did not want this to be the case. I was hyped. I preordered the game and organized vacation around it, I'm too old and dealing with way too many crappy personal things to just be a hater for the sake of being a hater. Gaming and Dragon Age are my comfort spaces. But for the LIFE of me, I can't imagine playing DATV again once I finish, let alone more times than I can count like the previous games. Or imagine listening to 4 hours of Youtube videos of party banter to analyze, or even imagine how companions would react to certain things because they feel so stiff. Everything is beautiful, but sterile.

I do love Emmrich - I'm enjoying his storyline and romance, it's like the loveliest most whimsical Vincent Price Pixar romance, but still, something is always missing with the characters even as some do grow on me. I can't imagine anything close to just the party banter ALONE between Solas and Iron Bull. Cole. Fenris and Anders. And to be clear - the whole DA was GRITTY and DARK, DAO supremacy - NOT ME. I love all the games but they have always been whimsical and silly, cringey at times, and did not take themselves seriously. I remember doing the quest where Hawke is running around trying to keep Aveline's date with Donnic from going south, cracking up at how ridiculous it was, and just thinking - gods I LOVE this game.

Speaking of romance, while I'm enjoying how sweet the romance with Emmrich is, when I see others complaining about lack of spice... ahem. I still cannot get over the art style when it comes to characters. This is subjective, and a me problem - I still find it jarring. I don't like the proportions, the bloom, how smooth everyone looks. They still mostly look like cartoons to me, with no body hair and the big heads, and I find everyone's hands so distracting because they look like plasticine. I'm ok with no spice between these characters with their current designs lol let me leave it at that. Ok, except for Felassan and Solas, chef's kiss, no notes.

Solas and story elements directly around him still mostly hold the familiar weight, for the most part. I think credit goes to his amazing VA and the strength of what was likely written for his arc from the very start, before the rewrites and dev hell the game went through. I still have opinions, obviously, but even as a ride or die Solavellan I don't like having the Solavellan angle hijack conversations, so I'm not going to go there. If I'm going to criticize stuff I'll do it as a gamer/DA fan first, egg lover and apologist second.

As I reach the end of Act 2, the game continues to makes me feel like I'm stripped of all agency after a lifetime of playing choice-based games. I talk to companions when it allows me to, then they are relegated to set dressing. My conversation choices all feel the same, or don't match what I'm choosing sometimes. The Lighthouse does not feel like the vibrant hub it was sold as. I am on quests I mostly cannot accept or reject. I cannot interact with my surroundings unless it is gameified (light a candle, move a crystal). The companions abilities are all just - platforming? I know I sound hyperbolic, but it's all I can see currently.

I played Persona 5 from end to end, twice. I played FFXVI. I loved both, had no issues with their linear storytelling, and how the game led you to their end points. Those games are not DA, they did not have the expectations you would have from a BioWare title 10 years in the making. You were not lured in by tales of an incredible character creator, teased about what might be coming from previous games, told this was a sequel to an immersive fantasy RPG series in a beloved fantasy world where the defining studio mechanic was CHOICES MATTER, even when they changed a lot of other things from title to title. In P5/FFXVI you were Clive, you were Joker, you were playing out their story. They were not direct sequels to anything. I'm loathe to be seen as a mindless critic who just wants to shit on things, but a part of me does feel emotionally manipulated for $$$. I still resent how much hype was built for the game by maligning the previous ones (we're fixing Inquisition's mistakes!!).

I'm back to my mission of finishing the game I paid for, enjoy what I can, and get my Solavellan ending scene cause I'm down BAD for literally the only ship I have ever shipped🧍🏻‍♀️I appreciate that it was included. But also - wow does it exacerbate what wasn't included for everyone else's choices.

Something I hate is how everyone immediately jumped on the Baldur's Gate 3 comparisons - BG3 was a life changing game for me, but it's not perfect, and the comparisons are not fair. The one thing I will say is that when I first played BG3, despite its issues and the later criticisms of how Larian reacted to pressure from fans, I remember my earliest impression was - it feels good to be respected as a player. I didn't feel the game was talking down to me, and I got SO much for what I paid for (700 hours baybeee). Jaheira and Minsc were included as companions in homage to the previous games. Yes, they did Viconia dirty, nothing is perfect - but for example, Jaheira would tell you about her husband Khalid from the original games, which came out in 1998 and 2000. There was a lot of world building/easter eggs that not everyone was familiar with or even noticed, because not every player played BG1 and 2, or were familiar with DND 5e - but it was included. Drizzt Do’urden was mentioned ffs, they didn’t overthink about who read those books or not. I’m aware of my biases and I may very well be looking through rose tinted glasses, but I did not feel like the information was presented like I was dumb, or "ah they'll never understand this - SCRAP IT". It just feels like it’s there to honour the past and out of love for the world Larian were playing in.

—> edit to say that I do notice and enjoy the codex entries, callbacks to Tevinter Nights, Masked Empire, the older games. I wish that care and detail was woven into the main story and overall end product and not just background fluff. I know others are satisfied with those additions, wish that were me. I saw a tweet saying that every callback to a previous game or storyline actually pissed them off even more lol, I relate.

I don't feel that respect for the player in DATV, I'm sorry. There is love there, but as hard as I try, it feels like it's there despite of the overall design of the game, not part of it. I keep remembering interviews before the game was released and things that were promised, and I don't see it. At all. No more meaningless fetch quests!! Most companion-focused game! The quests are largely boring or formulaic, but addictive and fun because they are so packed with mindless combat that my brain enjoys. Sometimes it feels like filler - we didn't know what to add here, FIGHT! You unlocked a poignantly named gate in the Crossroads? NO STORY MORE FIGHT! And I'm eating it up, let me not be a hypocrite, I have 80 hours in the game. But personally, it feels designed to pad out this beautiful, sometimes fun, but bitterly shallow game. I can't even go into companion specifics because I have nothing to say, no story I want to analyze. Some have grown on me, but there is no bite or nuance to the writing that compels me and I have no urge to know more. In the previous DA games I would take the long route wherever I went just to get more banter from my companions, and I was instantly interested in them, even if I disliked them. I've seen the comments, I tried, I don't think it's because "I haven't spent enough time" with the DATV companions.

The level design of long narrow corridors, which do remind me of DA2 and FFXVI, has become so predictable to me that I almost always know exactly where I'm going to find loot. So it becomes this admittedly satisfying run of grabbing and fighting to the end point, getting the dopamine hits of collecting pointless stuff, but not really taking in the environments and enjoying the adventure. The level design is not immersive. These do not feel like real cities or real people, and that was intentional. It feels like “levels”, not a World. No one reacts to a single thing you do. Even in the ultra minimalist style of Zelda BOTW, townspeople would react to things you did. Sometimes I walk up to yet another obvious fight arena where the enemies are just chilling, waiting for me while standing still - almost like they're on shift at a haunted house LOL. I can imagine the Venatori stubbing out a cigarette, "C'mon guys, she's here, showtime". The funny part is this has all been seen before in older games, and it never bothered me. My own expectations and overhype might be to blame, but it feels like a big step back when so many games are stepping forward. Me = clown

I keep going back to my first reaction when the disappointment hit me. It feels like being given Persona 5 Strikers or Hyrule Warriors, and told that it's the sequel to the actual RPG. It's fun, it wears the skin of the thing you like that makes you happy, but stops there.

Other things I shake my fist at

Cheap ass The 6th Sense ass Varric death. Yes, yes, Solas villain arc whatever - it was cheap. Way to honour a multi-game beloved character and the player, even if the time had come for him to die in the story.

No, I cannot find a single redeeming reaction from a companion that makes Varric dying make sense in hindsight, except that they are all made of cardboard. I saw comments saying on a second playthrough it's clear Harding is in mourning - sorry, I don't see it.

So. Dorian, the Inquisitor, Charter, Harding, your party, Maevaris, Isabella, list goes on - not a single one of them asks about Varric or mentions his death? Expresses condolences? Nothing? Cheap. Even if Solas was playing with your mind, doesn't it make the overall characters in the game seem even more wooden and unrealistic to the player? It was not the gotcha they seem to think it is.

When the novelty of the cameos and the emotion associated wore off, they were just flat and felt random. Cassandra should have been there, doing Seeker shit (my WIFE). Ok no cameo? Casual dialogue with Emmrich about having a Nevarran in the Inquisition (or as the Divine?!) Lucanis info dumping about Josephine as an Antivan, Zevran as a Crow, nvm, time for a coffee joke. Merrill, eluvian queen, how is she a nonentity? Habibi Fenris should have been in the Shadow Dragons, spitting on the ground after being approached by Solas to join his uprising (lol what uprising amirite). Ok I'm cooking hire me Bioware 🍳 but at least they can remain untainted by the Isabella Treatment (tm)

This leads into the yeeting of the Keep, world states, choices, and hypocrisy around claiming to want to level the playing field for new players. No, all I can see is - it was treated as a buffet that they picked from as it suited. This is the one disappointment I will never let go of. Facsimile's of beloved character cameos were tossed in, you could not really talk to them outside of what limited dialogue you were allowed. Certain world states are now canon apparently - Dorian being recruited in the Inquisition, Morrigan drinking from the Well etc. You want a reboot and you've committed to tossing the choices and burning down Thedas (literally)? Go down with GLORY! Have all the previous main characters/companions alive. Have them all mentioned, even in passing. A portrait on a wall. Say goodbye to them, get your reboot. Honour what you built your business on. But yeah, Emmrich and Harding get to have their picnic in Fereldan fml bye

The argument of: well, the games are old now, it shouldn't matter. Ah - not too old to capitalize on the IP and DA name? Not too old to use some cameos to lure old players? The argument of - it was too many choices to track. Ok cut them down, but don't go scorched earth? 3 choices, mostly irrelevant to those who don't care about Solas (could never be me), and then literally telling you everything else in the South and Weisshaupt is now razed to the ground. But also the illuminati did everything.

FINALLY - the Inquisition should have been in charge of the hunt for Solas, hill I will die on. Fine, have Rook, but Inquisitor should have been the other protagonist. The people... who knew Solas best and betrayed by him... who were in an organization to save the world... Why did we have that cunty dagger stabbed into the map of Tevinter cliffhanger to have the Inquisitor reduced to a pyjama wearing husk BIOWAAAAAAAARE

It's this stuff that builds up, and makes me think - does this game hate its fanbase and source material that much? I very obviously need to go touch some grass 🤠

I keep engaging with Reddit, Tumblr, Twitter - all to my detriment because it makes me feel like there's something wrong with me for not loving it, all over again. I also desperately have a fic in me I would love to write, an ode to the story in my head from years of loving the world of Thedas, a love letter to my Lavellan and others - but idk what to do with the post-DATV world atp. I just want to get through Act 2/3, get my Solavellan smooch, ignore the ~secret Illuminati ending, and be grateful I'm not a Mass Effect fan so I don't have to go through this again 🐣

[nightmare--void]

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind AU where Suguru erases Satoru from his memory and then Satoru does the same out of spite

But unlike in the movie they’re not meeting each other for the next ten years after that. Till one day someone leaks the files that were kept in the archive by the company that provides the service.

It’s been ten years already. Satoru touches an old ink on paper that forms a date like it's supposed to make everything feel more real. These memories are older than some of his students. He barely even remembers what kind of a person he was back then. All that’s left from his early twenties is a faint feeling of absence — as if he was missing a place that never existed.

Turns out it was a person.

«Do I just tell you everything I think about?» his own voice on the tape asks. «Anything? That’ll help to perform the procedure, right?»

He doesn’t remember this conversation.

He doesn't remember going to that clinic at all.

He goes through the tapes listening to himself — funnily familiar, — his words are almost petty sometimes.

«Suguru never wants to watch the movies I want,» the voice on the tape says. «He complains that I’m being repetitive. I’ve been watching a lot of new stuff lately, you know. I’ve watched ten new movies for the pas…»

His finger skips to another timestamp marked on the list.

«A Chinese restaurant».

«I asked him out that day. I wanted to go to that new Chinese place because I wanted us to feel like a couple again,» the voice says. «It's been a while since we went out together. Yeah, I've been busy, but he’s always in the wrong mood when it comes to anything I suggest. How is that my fault now?»

Does it still matter? That Chinese place he was talking about was closed eight years ago — redesigned to be a convenience store or something like that — now it probably belongs to some retail chain with all doors indistinguishable from one another. He’s moved two times since then.

And another one.

«He’s always sulky, you see. Even after sex lately. I can picture that… Ugh, I can picture that face he does. Right now, I can do it. And he always says he’s fine like I'm supposed to guess what might make him happy. And I never can. Can you get it erased first so that I don’t have to think about it anytime I close my eyes? Can you do it first?»

«This procedure is done in one go,» the doctor answers. «No particular order. Please, continue».

He does.

«He said I can’t change and he doesn’t want to force me. Well, I’m sorry I don’t like to let go of the things that I love. Is that worse than not being able to commit to anything even when it’s hard?»

«I hope he’d be happy if he knew I'm doing this. That's certainly a change, right?»

And another one.

«He never tells me anything», the voice on the tape says. «Not even when I ask. It’s like I know something’s not right but I can’t get an answer out of him. Or I can't formulate the right question, he'd like to answer. It fries my brain.»

«The other day he said we don’t see eye to eye anymore. Why can’t he just talk to me? Why couldn’t he talk to me till it was too late?»

And another.

«Is he punishing me for something I can’t understand?»

The room falls silent. Dead — haunted by the memories. Do they still belong to him or have they turned into ghosts by now? Separate beings with their own mind and will.

He caresses a postcard from Okinawa — unfamiliar handwriting and a ripped edge, he almost feels a salty wind on his tongue, — an old monster figurine, a plain white t-shirt that belonged to Suguru. And the pictures.

They’re so happy in all of them. But the voice on the tape keeps repeating.

«He got me eased. He got me fucking erased. He got me erased.»

Why the fuck did he do that?

Mad at the person he doesn’t even know. Like it’s the only thing that matters in the world right now. Like nothing's happened after that in his life. No new apartments, no new jobs, no new vacations, no new boyfriends.

He’s been through a few relationships in the past ten years but none hurt enough to even consider anything like that.

Because he never loved them.

Because he still loved someone else.

At least now he knows why his life felt empty when he woke up alone in that crammed apartment that somehow felt too big. And why it felt so lonely ever since.

He goes through the files — none of the records contain an address or a phone number. Or an answer to the question on his mind.

What if Suguru is happy with the procedure? What if the words — falling out of his own mouth out of spite — were true.

A call wakes him up on a Saturday morning.

«Hello, Satoru-u,» there’s a smile in that man’s voice he can hear. «I mean… Sorry if it’s too… Sorry. I don’t know if you’re a morning person or a night person.»

He gulps.

That’s him that’s him that is

thatisSuguruthatisSuguruthatisSuguruSuguru from the postcards who bought him figurines as a gift

Suguru who didn’t want to go to a place that doesn’t exist anymore

Suguru who didn’t want to tell him anything

who thought he can’t change or adjust to the changes — yet they’re both still caught

shit

SuguruSuguruSuguruSuguruSuguruSuguruSuguruSuguruSuguruSuguruSuguruSuguruSuguruSuguru

it's him

«Uh, I got…» he coughs. «I went to bed late last night.»

«Did you get the files?»

«Yes, I…» he laughs. «We were a shitty couple, weren’t we?»

And then Suguru laughs too.

A laughs that feels like a first sound of thunder after the drought — like those memories are dried flowers everyone thought were dead till the rain came.

«You’re with anyone right now?» Suguru asks.

«No,» answer’s too fast but he takes a pause before he says: «What about you?»

«No, not really. It’s not serious I guess.»

Satoru smirks.

«Not enough to get them erased from your memory, right?»

A joke doesn’t land as well as he expected. For a moment he almost believes Suguru’s going to hang up on him.

But still he continues.

«I don’t know…» he says. «I don’t know if I should apologise for something I can’t remember but I feel really sorry.»

«I don’t know if I can forgive something I can’t remember.»

Another pause.

Should he — if there’s nothing that holds these memories anymore. It’s like someone dug out a time capsule you hid under an oak tree when you were a child. All those names and events in your notes that were so important. Yet you don’t even remember half of the names.

It still hurts though.

«Yeah, I guess,» Suguru sighs. «I think there’s a bright side to it. We’re older now so we won’t repeat the same mistakes.»

«You think?»

«That's how it's supposed to be when you're getting mature.»

«Hm-m,» Satoru smiles. «I don't know about that actually. We're more experienced now. So we can always use that knowledge to make things worse.»

Sharing another laugh that’s warmer and more familiar like his brain is riddled with the scars that started itching all at once.

They used to laugh a lot, it strikes him.

They used to tease each other, they used to kiss and make love. He used to remember that person’s voice and face better than his own.

Why did he let go of that?

Why didn’t he let it heal and warm him? Because somehow he still knows that guy — he knows what'll make him laugh and he's sure they even talk similarly sometimes, using the same words and phrases.

Why did he let it go?

«Wanna meet?» Suguru asks.

«Do you?»

«Yeah. At least we’ll find out if we're the biggest idiots in the whole world or not.»

«I know I am,» Satoru nods as if they're in the same room and all of a sudden he realises that he doesn't want this conversation to end. «Besides, I think the company’s going to get sued after the incident. There're plenty of other idiots who would want some compensation from them. Which means we’re not getting another chance to chop our brains again. Do you think we can get some money though? I could use a new car. Or a fridge. Probably a vacuum cleaner would do. That's the mature stuff, right?»

A laugh that could belong to a couple of teens — head over heels in love — something he thought he never experienced.

Turns out he did.

And there’s still time.

[catgirlinheatsquared]

Over a month now since you last came. I can only imagine how desperate you are now. You'd do anything to get relief, wouldn't you? Anything for someone to touch you, to make you moan and shake and squirt all over yourself like a little slut. You don't even care who does it at this point, do you? Just as long as you get to finally satisfy that overwhelming toe-curling NEED to cum. Maybe all you need is permission. Maybe all you need is someone to say "cum for me, my little edge slut" for you to finally cum. I can picture it now. Edging again and again when you finally get permission, your loud slutty moans echoing across the house, the sly smile on the face of the person who said to cum as you squirt and thrash in bliss. I think it'd be kinda hot. Unfortunately, I think it's a lot hotter when you're denied. So keep edging for us, my horny little edge slut. Keep bringing yourself to the brink again and again, denying that release while all the people following you get to cum their brains out to your denial. Cocks stroking, pussies being rubbed, all getting off on the fact that you can't get off. I can just picture you laying there, humping a pillow or your mattress again and again as your eyes are rolled back, your little mouth letting out whimpers and squeals as people get off to you. That cute face stuck in an expression of absolute ecstasy. Brain cells fried to the point you can't do anything else but edge yourself stupid. It's so much better this way. Edging and losing your mind to the madness of pleasure. So keep doing it, my sweet horny girl. Keep being our perfect little edge toy that we all get off to <3

F-fuck sfantdnyrsngents ts tsbtsbtsbta

N-nooo s-sir I'm totally fine I don't imagine people getting off to me and totally don't edge to the idea of being used as porn and not allowed to cum by my followers....

B-but even though I'm totally fine I need to cum sir please please please let me cum I'll be so good I promise I'll be such a good toy just please anyone let me cum

[kaliforniared]

As a Gravity Falls fan, I am both in pain and thriving! (Does that make sense?)

My brain is fried from eating up all the new content found on thisisnotawebsitedotcom. Some keywords I was able to guess on my own, others I had to get help from the 'Dippers/Fords' of the fandom aka the ones who are GODS at secret codes - I wish I had this ability :')

I'm also rewatching the show and reading all the books (FINALLY, I HAVE MY OWN ADULT MONEY TO BUY THEM). I just need the content so badly!

But it's making me ask the biggest question: why is Alex Hirsch doing this?? It can't be for a Gravity Falls season 3 announcement like everyone's saying because...

Gravity Falls had a perfect ending (shush, it was)

Alex is NOT hiding his hatred for Disney, so there's no chance they're working together again

So what is this all for? Is there SOME type of announcement coming soon? Is this all just promotion for the book? Or has Alex lived long enough to become the mad villain he was destined to be and decided to do this out of sadistic pleasure for our madness?

Whatever the real answer is...I missed this! I haven't felt this obsessed with anything since back when the show was airing new episodes!

Gravity Falls fandom, we are BACK from the DEAD!!

[translucent-at-best]

Scatter-brained...

A few nights ago, I had period cramps so bad, they woke me up out of my sleep and wouldn't let me fall back asleep for hours, even after taking pain medicine. When I say I don't ever want to experience no shit like that ever again...

Speaking of my period... that horny ass post from a lil while ago? Where I listed, in detail, some (not even all smh) of the things I miss? That I just knew had to be the result of me ovulating? Wasn't. Not even close. Wow, Michelle.

Too many of y'alls blogs don't have archives and I don't like that. I be wanting to know how we got to where we are today. Let me peruse through your lore, gotdamnit.

I need to buy a keyboard. I'm over not being able to play and practice. Not even to perform anywhere. It's just something I really love to do, and I hate this feeling of getting more and more out of practice as the days pass.

I found one of my favorite chip brands (that I've never found and didn't think I'd ever find in CA) in a random ass Macy's the other day (of all places). They had the nerve to have my favorite flavor, too. Utz's Fried Dill Pickle. Don't knock it til you try it.

Maaannnn... the party favors from that Galentine's party? Ole girl gave me a notebook, makeup bag, vibrator, douche, and a fucking butt plug with a tail on it. I was not ready. I'm not mad at her though. I have no earthly idea of when I'll get to use them with a somebody, but I ain't mad.

Steady eye contact from a man I'm attracted to will do it to me every time. That clip circulating of David Banner being interviewed by ole girl? Why I was over here blushing like it was happening to me?

I have a date this weekend. I'm nervous, but not because of him. Well, a little because of him because I don't know what to expect (because I wasn't expecting him to ask me out), but more so because of me since it's been a lil while since I've been on a date.

He doesn't have a beard and that makes me sad. I know it's shallow, I know, I know. But I can't say that anywhere else.

Speaking of things I'm not comfortable admitting anywhere else but here... I'm feeling overwhelmed again. Overwhelmed, overstimulated, overlooked... and I'm bout over it. This feeling will pass, I'm sure of it. But while it's here, I'm stressed and I'm tired and this has felt like the longest week. On top of that, I'm hungry and don't feel like cooking, but I'm cutting down on eating and ordering out this month, so I don't have a choice. Fucky fuck fuck.

I practiced arching my back last night for the first time in a lil while. I felt my pussy lips spread and a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it or even realize what was happening. It's been too long.

[queenjunothegreat]

*(comes skidding into the room ten minutes late)* I HAVE MY VALENTINES DAY FIC, PLEASE DON'T MARK ME ABSENT!!!!

Ahem. Moving on. I have for you all a fluffy little cuddle sesh with touch starved Leo and two teenage boys who are very obviously head over heels for each other being PAINFULLY awkward. It's a sorta prequel thing to And ease thy soul with slumber bright, so you KNOW I had to cash in on being a pretentious bitch and use another Dunbar poem. Enjoy!

May I present my Valentine's Day fic: As the bird flies home to its welcome nest

Jason snorted. “I can’t believe you two wanted me to watch that. I still don't understand why the car just flew away at the end.” “It’s dramatic and from the 70's. Don't think about it too hard,” Leo dismissed. “And I wasn't talking about the movie. I was talking about our little bro cuddle sesh.” Jason winced and shrunk into himself. “Sorry. I know it's weird. I won’t do it next time.” A wave of panic unlike anything Leo had ever felt before washed over him, making his blood run cold. “No! That's not– I'm not, like, mad or whatever. I was just thinking about it.” “Okay,” Jason said slowly“And what were you thinking about it?” “I dunno,” Leo admitted, fiddling with his fingers. “I didn't, uh, hate it or anything. I just was wondering why, I guess?” “Why what?” Leo cleared his throat. “Why you, um. Why you did it.” “I dunno,” Jason said, just as awkwardly as Leo. “I just like it.” *** Leo was normal, okay? Well, not really, but he'd been a lot more normal before Jason went and decided that casual cuddling was going to be A Thing they did sometimes, and now Leo can't think about anything but reliving that experience.

It had been two nights – sixty-one hours – since Piper had bullied him away from working on the Argo II. She had insisted he needed a break, and Leo had insisted that he’d only take a break if they used the time to educate Jason on his wildly lacking culture, so they'd agreed to force Jason to watch Grease because Piper was a sucker for musicals and, more specifically, the Pink Ladies. (It was also Leo’s mom's favorite movie, and he hadn’t seen it since he was eight, but this was supposed to be a No Bummer Zone, so he kept that bit of information to himself.) Piper had stolen one of the bean bag chairs Drew used for Aphrodite Cabin movie nights, so she was perched happily on the floor, which left the make-shift futon Leo had fashioned out of two of the empty bunks for him and Jason to share. Leo hadn't minded, obviously, but he was… surprised when Jason decided to sit right next to him. There had been mere inches between them, or, well, there had until Jason decided to sling his arm over Leo's shoulders and tug him in to close that tiny gap that had been the last bastion for Leo’s sanity. Leo didn’t say a word for the rest of the movie, his brain far too fried to string together words. Jason and Piper probably noticed his odd behavior, but they were both nice enough to not say anything. 

It started out small. An absolutely meaningless gesture that anyone but Leo would have forgotten about. But Leo didn't forget. He played it over and over again in his mind until he thought he was going to go insane. 

Since then, Leo hadn't been able to focus on anything but that golden 110 minute dream of being tucked into Jason’s side, and it was really starting to stress him out because he didn't know why he was so fixated on it. It wasn’t like he’d never had a hug before. Sure, he’d gone an unfortunately long time without one following his mom’s death, but he’d had Piper at Wilderness. And, yeah, maybe she wasn't the most touchy-feely person on the planet, but she gave him hugs and squeezed his hand, and they’d even shared a bed on more than one occasion. 

But that was different. All those times with Piper had felt like they were desperately clinging to each other in the middle of a storm, buoying themselves and dragging the other's head above the waves. He loved Piper, and he'd needed that contact with her. They were each other's only life line, and the only thing that kept Leo in one piece, but it was different than what Jason had offered him with that one meaningless gesture. With Jason, that same storm was still there, but he felt like someone had dragged him under cover. Like someone was holding him safe and secure until the storm had passed. It was strange to not feel like he was drowning, and that lack of fear scared him in a way that made his heart race. 

He was working on the Argo II, like he was supposed to, and thinking about Jason, which he wasn't supposed to, while Jason made himself at home in the little nest he'd found. Jason was weirdly good at finding all of Leo’s little sleeping nooks, not that he knew what they were, and he happily made himself right at home in them. Normally, any time someone stumbled upon Leo’s hidden beds, he’d panic and move it immediately, but there was something about the sight of Jason cozied up in Leo’s pillows and blankets and flipping through a book on military history that put Leo’s mind at ease. 

That's not to say it wasn’t distracting as hell, though.

Leo huffed out a sigh of frustration and stood up from his drafting table, blueprints for the exploding watermelon ballista abandoned. Instead, he slunk over to Jason’s side. He'd been very proud of this nook when he'd found it. It was tucked between some of the older drafting tables that nobody but him bothered to use, and it was positioned in such a way that you couldn't see it unless you approached it head-on. If he curled up in his little nest and stayed absolutely quiet, it would probably take days for anyone (other than Jason and Piper) to find him.

Jason wasn't concerned with staying hidden, though. In fact, he seemed determined to make sure Leo was keenly aware of his presence at all times, based on the way he shifted around and hummed softly and even read aloud passages he though Leo might find interesting. When he noticed Leo crouched at the entrance to the nest, he beamed. “Hey, Leo.”

“Well, don't you look comfy?” Leo quipped, arching an eyebrow at him.

“Very,” Jason confirmed, stretching like a dog that had just been woken up from a nap. “What’s up?”

“Just thinking.”

“Yeah? About what?”

Leo considered lying. He had probably a million things he was expected to be thinking about, and a million more that Jason would believe. But he didn’t want to lie. “About movie night.”

Jason snorted. “I can’t believe you two wanted me to watch that. I still don't understand why the car just flew away at the end.”

“It’s dramatic and from the 70's. Don't think about it too hard,” Leo dismissed. “And I wasn't talking about the movie. I was talking about our little bro cuddle sesh.”

Jason winced and shrunk into himself, which was a kind of funny sight, seeing as the dude was built like a brick shed. “Sorry. I know it's  weird. I didn’t mean to, like, hold you captive or whatever. I won’t do it next time.”

A wave of panic unlike anything Leo had ever felt before washed over him, making his blood run cold. “No! That's not– I'm not, like, mad or whatever. I was just thinking about it.”

“Okay,” Jason said slowly, drawing out the word. He closed his book to show he was giving Leo his full attention. “And what were you thinking about it?”

“I dunno,” Leo admitted, fiddling with his fingers. “I didn't, uh, hate it or anything. I just was wondering why, I guess?”

“Why what?”

Leo cleared his throat. “Why you, um. Why you did it.”

“I dunno,” Jason said, just as awkwardly as Leo. “I just like it.”

“Like what?”

Jason’s face was scarlet at this point. “Um, just being near you? I just saw you sitting next to me and thought,  ‘Hey, look. There's Leo. Let's get as close to him as possible!’ And you didn’t, like, complain or anything, so I thought it was fine. Sorry if it wasn't.” 

“No, it was, um, definitely fine.” Leo cleared his throat, and he was pretty sure that his hair was about to go up in flames if it wasn't already. “You can do it basically whenever.”

Jason looked at him hard, like he was looking for a lie in Leo’s face. “And what would you say if I asked for it now?”

“Yes!” Leo blurted out. He clapped his hands over his mouth but he was eons too late to keep the word trapped, so all he could do was damage control and try to salvage what remained of his shattered ego. “I mean, uh, yeah. If you want to, that is. It's whatever.”

Jason's eyes sparkled with amusement at Leo’s pathetic attempts at nonchalance, but he didn’t make fun. He never made fun. Instead, he opened his arms for a hug and arched an eyebrow in challenge. “Well, then. What are you waiting for?” Leo’s gut instinct screamed to dive bomb the nest and burrow so close to Jason that they fused at the atomic level, but hesitance beat it back. Jason apparently picked up on that hesitance because he gave Leo a soft, encouraging smile. “I'm not pressuring you or anything, okay? You can back out whenever you want, just tell me and we'll stop.”

Leo scoffed. “You're not taking my virginity, Superman. Chillax.”

Jason turned cherry red and sputtered, and normally Leo would tease him about his delicate sensibilities, but he had other things on his mind. So instead, he slowly crawled in next to Jason, every muscle tensed and every nerve on high alert. He felt like an overwound spring, like he would explode with one wrong move. Jason didn't make a wrong move because of course he didn't because Jason, apparently, couldn’t do anything wrong. He just laid perfectly still and let Leo approach him like the neurotic little weirdo he was. His blue eyes gleamed with unrestrained delight like he was about to get a lifetime's worth of Christmas presents instead of a hug.

Leo wanted to lay down with plenty of space between him and Jason, but his nests were designed with just him in mind, not him and his behemoth of a best friend, so personal space was a myth, and not one of the myths that tried to kill them every other Tuesday. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about it, but Jason was obviously pleased with the whole situation despite the fact that his cuddle buddy was impersonating a two by four. Leo figured that probably wasn't super fair to Jason, seeing as the whole cuddle session was Leo's idea in the first place, so he took a deep, calming breath and rolled over so his front was pressed in close to Jason’s side. Jason stayed absolutely still for a moment to see what Leo would do before his big hand started stroking up and down Leo’s back with a deep, soothing pressure.

They both laid in absolute silence for a moment before Jason's quiet voice washed over them. “Leo?”

“Mm?”

“You're shaking.” Leo didn't have a response that wasn't snappish and defensive and just plain mean, so he kept his mouth shut and pressed his face harder into Jason’s chest. “I'm gonna try something. If you don’t like it, lemme know and we'll stop.”

“You're never beating the deflowering allegations at this point,” Leo quipped. Jason bit him softly on the cheek as a reprimand, but he was still laughing, so Leo figured he wasn't really in trouble. “Alright, Superman. Hit me with whatever you've got cooking in that pretty little noggin of yours.”

“Okay,” Jason agreed easily. “But you've gotta tell me if you don’t like it. Promise?”

“Promise.”

Jason nodded, and then, for several seconds, nothing happened. They just laid there next to each other in that same somewhat tense silence from before. Leo was about to ask what, exactly, Jason’s grand plan was, but then he surged into action.

With the same precision, speed, and strength he used to take down monsters, Jason rolled over and wrapped his arms around Leo. He pulled Leo so tight to his chest that it almost hurt, and rolled them both so that Leo was flat on his back and Jason was laying on top of him, using his big gigantor body to cover Leo from his neck all the way down to his toes. Jason was heavy, and Leo could feel his weight pressing him down into the nest with pressure that made his head spin, but Jason had braced himself so that Leo could take in deep, heaving gasps, completely unrestricted. 

“Is this okay?” Jason asked softly, his breath fanning over Leo’s neck and ear. Leo wasn’t sure if his voice was actually pitched down an octave or if he was just losing his mind, but holy shit he could feel the way each and every syllable vibrated from Jason's chest directly into his own. Unfortunately, Leo was so caught up in his musings that he kind of forgot to respond to Jason’s direct question. “Leo? Answer me.”

Leo wanted to whimper at the sound of his name coming from Jason's mouth. He'd always been largely ambivalent towards his name, but somehow Jason's deep gentle voice made those three letters sound like a heavenly chorus. He took a deep breath and tried to center his thoughts, not wanting to say something embarrassing like “I would sell my soul for two more minutes of this.” Instead, he said something somehow more embarrassing.

“Please do that again.”

Leo desperately wanted to cringe out of existence, but Jason just looked at him with that gentle, open curiosity. “Do what, exactly?”

“The, um,” Leo swallowed heavily, trying to ignore his own humiliation. Still. In for a penny, in for a pound. “The talking?”

“Talking?”

“Yeah. I can, um–” Leo focused very hard on not bursting into flame– “feel it? Your chest, like, vibrates and stuff.”

“Oh.” Jason blushed, and they were so close Leo could feel the heat radiating off of him. “Okay, let me try something.”

Jason took a deep breath and started making a low rumbling sound from deep in his lungs, and Leo melted into a puddle of goo. It took a moment for everything to click, but Leo soon realized that Jason was growling, just like he had in that cave with Lycaon and his evil wolf pack. It made Leo feel a little better about being a neurotic little weirdo because at least Jason was a semi-feral little weirdo to balance him out. More importantly, though, it made vibrations rattle through Leo all the way down to the atoms of his bone marrow. 

“Holy shit,” Leo squeaked. “Did you just fucking growl at me?”

“Um. If I say yes, are you gonna make fun of me?”

 “Dude! human people are not supposed to be able to do that!”

Jason’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he stared down at him. “To be fair I'm only half human.”

“Yeah, and the other half is god not dog. G-O-D, not D-O-G. I know you've got dyslexia, but this is kindergarten stuff, man.”

Jason laughed at him, and somehow that was even better than the growling. “I'll try and keep that in mind.” Then he looked a little shy. “Did you, um, like it? I figured that would do the whole vibrations thing more than just talking would.”

“It was, uh, it was fine,” Leo lied. Honestly, it was more than fine. Probably too much more than fine because Leo thought he might burst into tears and or flames if Jason tried it again. “But you don't have to do anything special. You can just… talk.”

“Oh, okay. That works.” Jason smiled at him. “I like talking to you.”

Okay, scratch that. Leo was going to burst into tears amd or flames with or without the growling. “Uh, yeah. Same, dude. I like talking to you, too.”

Jason looked very pleased about that and even a little surprised like Leo’s incredibly embarrassing crush wasn’t Camp Half-Blood’s worst kept secret. His eyes traced over Leo’s face for a moment before his eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Leo?”

“Yeah, Supes?”

“Are you okay?”

Leo’s gut instinct to deflect and tell a stupid, unfunny joke and lie through his teeth reared its ugly head, but he bit it back. Instead, he pursed his lips and darted his gaze away from Jason’s bright blue eyes. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, you kinda look like you're about to puke.”

That actually startled a laugh out of Leo, but he still couldn't meet Jason's eye. “Well, I kinda feel like I’m about to puke, so that makes sense.”

“Oh. Is… that a good thing?”

“Believe it or not, yeah, it kinda is.” Jason made a little questioning noise, and Leo let out an embarrassed huff. “I’m just… a little overwhelmed, dude. I'm not exactly used to this kinda stuff.” To be fair, Leo was pretty sure that a perfectly well-adjusted person with a completely normal relationship with physical affection would have been at least a little overwhelmed by Jason’s whole… Jason-ness. An apparently touch-starved little trauma junkie like him didn't stand a chance.

“But it's a good overwhelmed, right?” Jason asked seriously. 

Leo's cheeks were probably scarlet, but he still looked up at Jason and grinned. “Yeah, Jace. It's a very good overwhelmed.”

Jason just did that thing he did sometimes where he smiled at Leo like the sun shone out of his ass, then he reached up and pinched one of Leo's curls, presumably smothering a little fire that had sparked to life. “Yeah? I'm glad.”

Leo decided that he’d had quite enough of being observed for the moment, so he tucked his chin and burrowed his face down in the miniscule space between his and Jason's chests, leaving only his hair exposed. This did mean that he was practically breathing in Jason, but at least he could keep what remained of his shattered dignity like this. Jason hummed softly and hugged Leo just a little tighter. 

After a while, Leo spoke, his voice tiny and muffled from where he was still hidden away. “Jace?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we, um. Do this again?”

Jason paused for a moment, and if Leo hadn't been so thoroughly pinned under 230 pounds of solid Roman demigod muscle, he probably would have bolted, but he was pretty well and good stuck. Jason pulled back just enough to nuzzle at Leo’s face until their foreheads were pressed together. He smiled so gently Leo thought for sure he was gonna cry. “I'd like that. It'd make me really happy.”

Leo let out a breathless giggle. “Okay, cool. Consider yourself cuddle-buddied, then, dude.”

Jason’s eyes shone like stars, and he bumped their noses together. “Whenever you want, I’ll be ready, yeah? I've always got you.”

“Yeah,” Leo breathed around the heart in his throat. “You've always got me.”

[ggjunkie]

Heavenly Hazards

Chapter 6

“You gonna eat that?”

With a mouthful of unchewed food, Adam gestures toward your plate, his eyes fixed expectantly on your meal. The burger you ordered, despite its undoubtedly delicious flavor, lies largely untouched as you've found yourself lacking the appetite to indulge fully. Instead, you spend the time absentmindedly rearranging the fries on your plate, the clinking of your fork against your plate filling the brief silence between bites.

You hesitate, a fleeting expression of annoyance crossing your features. With a half-hearted glare, you shake your head in response before pushing the plate toward him. Already having devoured his own meal and now contentedly nibbling on the complimentary bread, Adam wastes no time in inhaling your meal. While you understand his large appetite, specifically after an energy-draining performance like the one he just delivered, you can help but feel unimpressed with his date-night manners. Or whatever you can call this.

"So," Adam begins, his words punctuated by a loud smack as he takes another bite. "Did you enjoy the concert?"

His question is predictable, dripping with a self-serving undertone that does little to disguise his own ego's thirst for validation. It still stings that this is the first question he asks and it's about him.

"It was... certainly loud," you reply nonchalantly, refusing to grant him the satisfaction of your praise.

Adam chuckles, clearly amused by your attempt at evading his question. "Oh, don't be coy, bitch" he retorts. "I saw you headbanging along. Surprised I didn't hear the rattle of your tiny ass brain."

You suppress a sigh, thinning your lips in annoyance as he cackles at his own joke.

"Seriously though, did you like it?" he presses, his tone shifting to a more earnest curiosity.

"Yeah, you did good, I guess," you concede, not wanting to feed his ego any further.

At your admission, Adam's demeanor undergoes a sudden transformation, his excitement bubbling to the surface like a switch being flipped. "Yeah? You had fun? You better have, since I gave you a free ticket and all. Don't expect that to happen again, slut. Unless you rock my world tonight. In which case, feel free to take a VIP pass"

Ignoring his rambling, you redirect the conversation to a topic that's been nagging at the back of your mind. "Yeah, which reminds me. Why did you give me a ticket in the first place?"

"Saw you talking to Saint Peter. You're real pretty," Adam confesses, a hint of sincerity softening his typically brash demeanor. Despite your frustration, a blush creeps across your cheeks at the unexpected compliment.

"And you’ve got a nice rack” There it is… “So I slipped you a ticket. Don't think I forgot you skipped out on the first one, though. I'm still mad about that. I had to track you down to give you a second. Good thing I peeped through your file. You can totally make it up to me tonight though," he adds, his tone playful yet tinged with a hint of expectation.

"Okay, stop. You're being gross," you retort, attempting to brush off his suggestive remarks.

"No need to be a virgin-slut. Some bitches would kill to be watching me eat," Adam remarks casually, oblivious to your discomfort. "Which, by the way, why aren’t you eating? Trying to waste my money, you bitch?"

"No, I'm sorry, I just..." you start, searching for a plausible excuse. "I just didn't like the food."

"Why didn't you say so? I can buy you whatever. Pasta? Lobster?" Adam offers.

"Lobster?" you cringe, taken aback by the extravagance. "Isn't that too expensive?"

"I can buy whatever. I could buy this whole restaurant and force them to make you your favorite food," he boasts, taking a large bite of your burger before continuing, "Do you want that?"

"No, I'm just not hungry," you reply, growing increasingly exasperated with the conversation.

"Ah, now I'm starting to get it. Someone's nervous," Adam teases, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

At this point, irritation prickles beneath your skin, fueled by Adam's relentless ability to push your buttons. "Okay, and so what if I am?" you retort sharply, your frustration evident in your tone. "You're apparently some big hotshot who's trying to get into my pants."

For a rare moment, Adam falls uncharacteristically silent.. Then, bouncing back, he responds, "...is it working?"

Your groan echoes loudly in the space, a mixture of exasperation and disbelief. Fortunately, the perfectly-timed arrival of the waiter to refill your drinks provides a welcomed distraction. Adam, ever the not-so-subtle opportunist, coughs loudly and gestures toward the waiter, silently urging you to consider ordering something else.

But you're not about to let Adam have the upper hand in this game.

"Excuse me," you announce firmly, flashing a wide grin as you catch Adam's waiting stare, "I think we're ready for our check." The waiter nods briskly and hurries off, leaving the two of you alone once more. As you steal a glance at Adam, his expression mirrors that of a triumphant cat who's just snagged a canary.

"Didn't know you were that ready for dessert," he quips, a smug smirk playing at his lips.

“Oh shut up!”

“Well, only if you—" Adam begins, but his sentence is abruptly interrupted by a wide yawn, his mouth full of food on display. "Man, I think eating so much has gotten me tired. We might have to postpone, babe. Maybe that'll even get you going—having to work for it," he chuckles, his tone teasing but sincere. He yawns again, eyes watering at the sensation. "Seriously though, we gotta call a rain check. I have a fat nap waiting for me."

Before you can respond, he continues, "But before you go, I figured we’d need to keep in touch."

With a flourish of his hand, Adam's fingers dance through the air with a grace that seems almost impossible for him. In a moment of astonishment, you watch as his movements conjure forth what appears to be a scroll, materializing out of thin air before your very eyes. The parchment unfurls in an elegant display, revealing intricate markings that shimmer with an ethereal glow.

But as your gaze lingers on the scroll, a strange realization dawns upon you—it's not a relic from ancient times, but rather… a phone?

Your jaw nearly hits the floor in shock as Adam casually enters his contact information. He hands it over, making sure his hand purposefully grazes over yours. You find yourself utterly flabbergasted by the realization that he has just gifted you a free phone.

“What the fu–”

"Welp!" Adam exclaims. With another dramatic flourish of his hand, a portal bursts open before you, crackling with wild golden sparks that dance in the air. "See ya!" he calls out cheerfully, giving you a playful shove toward the swirling vortex.

Before you can even protest or fully comprehend what's happening, you're hurtling through the portal, the world around you blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. The rush of wind whips past you, and for a heart-stopping moment, you feel weightless, untethered to reality. It’s the same sort of adrenaline you get when you spread your wings and soar, except this makes you feel like you’re going to hurl.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, the chaos subsides, and you find yourself standing on your front porch, the familiar sights and sounds of home greeting you like an old friend. The portal vanishes behind you, leaving nothing but an upset stomach in its wake.

You take a moment to catch your breath, your heart still pounding from the unexpected journey. Glancing back at the spot where the portal once stood, you can't help but shake your head in amazement.

Thoughtlessly and still reeling from the whirlwind encounter with Adam, you go through the motions of heading inside and preparing for bed. Each step feels almost robotic, your mind still processing the surreal events of the evening as if in a haze.

Finally settled beneath the covers, you find yourself lying in bed, staring up at the dark expanse of the ceiling above. The events of the night replay in your mind like a vivid dream, a realization barrelling to the front of your mind with startling clarity.

You had fun.

Without conscious thought, your hand drifts to the bedside table, fingers curling around the sleek device Adam had gifted you. With a hesitant breath, you pull out the phone, its screen illuminating the dimly lit room with a soft glow.

For a moment, you hesitate, uncertainty gnawing at the edges of your resolve. But then, with a resigned sigh, you unlock the device and begin to scroll through your contacts, your mind buzzing with questions and possibilities.

YOU:

I’m free next weekend

ADAM:

Fuck yeah, bitch

Cum to my concert Saturday and I’ll get u another ticket

We can go out afterwards

Ur treat lol

Jk still mine u broke bitch

YOU:

It's a date

As you wait in silence, your heart flutters with anticipation, your eyes fixed on the screen as you watch the three familiar dots appear and disappear, teasing you with the promise of a response. But as moments stretch into minutes, you begin to feel a sinking sensation in the pit of your stomach.

The dots vanish completely, leaving the screen blank and devoid of any reply. A heavy silence lowers upon the room, punctuated only by the soft hum of the phone in your hand.

You wait a little longer, hoping against hope for some sign of life from the other end. But as the minutes tick by, it becomes painfully clear that no response is coming.

With a sigh of disappointment, you set the phone aside, resigning yourself to the quiet solitude of the night. As you drift off to sleep, your mind still filled with unanswered questions, you can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring—and whether Adam will be a part of it.

[peachyykira]

Plans for today: So. Much. Schoolwork. (update: progress isnt great but im trying. gonna do at least 2 units in each class and then my discussion posts and if my brain is fried ill try again tomorrow) 2 units in each class and discussion posts done! Finish my nails. Done! Maybe do a cute little shoot. (not gonna happen today 😔) HYDRATE--Daddy wants me to drink more water in general and I'm working on it. And also he's coming in the morning and I wanna make sure I'm nice and hydrated for him. (update: decent progress? not as much as I hoped but adhd is a bitch and has me forgetting im thirsty but im trying! probably just water/gatorade for the rest of the day. no soda) (2nd update: 2 refills of my cup, and working on getting it refilled again before bed (not sure ill make it cuz im tireddddd)) Done? Maybe do some reorganizing in my room (otherwise tomorrow hopefully). (update: maybe tomorrow) Don't succumb to the madness? (update: so far so good) We did it folks!

updated: 5:30 pm and 1:00 am

[bybrophelia]

I'M HERE ( sort of )

I haven't abandoned anyone. I'm not mad at anyone. I'm just fuckin fried. Finals are coming up and I'm working as hard as I can to secure these high grades. Ideally, I'll have top marks in every class. I've been extremely burnt out and it's been stressful for me to socialize bc I'm underslept and my brain is absolutely taxed to the max. I'm appreciative of everyone's patience. I appreciate all of you and thank you for allowing me space to recuperate. I'm slowly going to reach out now that I can actually breathe again. I still would like somewhat of a clean slate with threads and potentially with dynamics. If you want to drop anything, it's chill. If it's a dynamic? Let me know so I don't bring it up anymore. Summer is looking crazy. Events, gigs, my steady job, summer classes, and A LOT to do outside of tumblr. Moots, here's my discord. I'll be a little slow with responses at times, and for that I'm sorry.

[blackjackkent]

Unsurprisingly, we get into a conversation with the Emperor as soon as Ansur is dead (again).

"Ansur. I never thought I'd see him again."

Hector is spitting mad about this whole situation and not bothering to hide it. "How much more of your past are you not telling me about?"

I was assuming nobody but Wyll actually witnessed the interchange between the Emperor and Ansur, that it kind of took place inside Wyll's brain with Wyll as the conduit. So I'm also running on the assumption that Wyll - fried within an inch of his life by the whole experience - gave Hector the Cliff's Notes version right after the battle ended, and Hector is now furious as a result.

He is sick of this creature lying to him and manipulating him. He is sick of surprises. He is sick of the fact that his rapidly crumbling alliance with the Emperor still had enough weight that it required fighting a beast like Ansur rather than allying with it. How dare you? he thinks angrily. How dare you allow this to happen?

And he is doubly angry, really, that all of this madness means that he cannot properly enjoy the revelation that is happening here. The Emperor is Balduran? One of the greatest historical figures in all of Faerun? Someone he has read about countless times in his studies in the monastery library?

He feels sick with this desecration - of the dragon, of his own knowledge, of his own joy in that knowledge.

"My past is past," the Emperor answers calmly. "I concealed nothing from you. I simply left out the details that were not pertinent to our cause. But it seems you are interested in them."

Hector scowls. Once, when the Emperor was still the Guardian and Hector did not know the threat it posed, that unflappable placidity appealed to him; now he just finds it infuriating. "You literally founded Baldur's Gate," he says between his teeth, as if stating the obvious to a particularly aggravating child. "Of course I'm interested."

If you cared about me as anything more than a tool, I suspect you would know that already. Further evidence that we are right to turn from you, he thinks bitterly.

"Such sentimentality..." the illithid says disdainfully. "Very well."

(A/N: Another flashback sequence!)

"It's like I always told you. I was just like you. An adventurer who yearned for greatness. And in mortal terms, I achieved it. As captain of the Wandering Eye, I acquired enough gold to found Baldur's Gate. I stayed for a while to watch my city grow, but it was not enough."

"I grew restless again. The sea called to me, and I ran to her with open arms. Life at sea was not easy. Our last adventure was ruinous. My ship was destroyed, my crew lost, but my spirit was far from broken. I was determined to return in triumph once again. I heard of treasure in Moonrise. I strove to find it."

"What I found was an illithid colony, where I acquired a tadpole much like yours and became a mind flayer, enthralled to the Elder Brain."

"It was Ansur who found me, Ansur who pulled me from the brain's domination, Ansur who brought me home. He sought to cure me of my sickness, called on every healer he could find, nearly broke his spirit in the attempt."

"But he failed to understand - I wanted no healing. I was not sick."

Hector listens to this impassively. It tells him little he did not already know, but fills in extra details in the tapestry. And again he feels that spark of rage that he cannot enjoy this moment of learning, that it comes wrapped in agony and fear. "Ansur. Stelmane," he says coldly. "Do your allies always die?"

"Stelmane's death was not my fault," the Emperor snaps. "Ansur's death was born of necessity. And make no mistake - I grieve them both." It shrugs, turns away. "Even after he had exhausted all possibility of reversing my condition, he still clung to hope. I tried to convince him of my reality - I was on the cusp of greatness beyond my wildest dreams. But all he could see was a mind flayer."

A long pause. Its voice lowers. "He came to me as I slept - a mercy killing, in his mind. I saw the tears. I felt his grief. I had no choice but to kill him first. It was an act of self-preservation."

Because you wished to remain a monster. "Is being an illithid really worth the loss of a friend?" Hector asks flatly.

The Emperor matches his tone, its lavender eyes narrowing to slits. "Put simply - yes. And being alive is even more so. Do not think that I am ignorant of what I have lost. I may not regret my actions, but I do regret that they were necessary." It shakes its head in a sharp motion heavy with finality. "While the past is beyond my influence, the present is not. It is time we move on."

It vanishes in a burst of light, swallowed back up by the Prism.

[daughterofhecata]

Tagged by @wodkapudding - thank you! Love doing these and love reading them too!

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Last song: Madeline Juno - Waldbrand (up there with Megaherz - Amnesie as songs I've been really craving today)

Currently watching: Uuuuuh, I guess I'm still somewhat in the middle of rewatching Tatort Berlin - Das Leben nach dem Tod but rn it's not looking very likely that I'll continue that any time soon.

Favourite colour: dark colours in general + olive green

Last movie: rewatched Kingsman a while ago when my brain was too fried for anything else

Currently reading: Sofies Welt, which is why I'm probably not going to reach my goal of 10 books per month this month. But so far it's very interesting and I'm a bit mad at the friend (i don't remember which one tho) who told me years ago not to read it because it was boring and difficult. Also started Drei ??? - Schattenwelt tho, for when I need something less brain- and note-intense xD

Sweet, spicy or savoury: depends on the day

Relationship status: single and very much not looking to change that. crush or no crush

Current obsession: somehow managed to get myself Justus/Victor brainrot again. Opening Feuermond to check something was a mistake.

Last googled: Beelitz Heilstätten

Currently working on: as usual too many fics (not very actively tho rn) and in a second also making dinner. Should also start planning for the the Writer's Month Prompts, but so far the month has been Intense and I need some time to breathe first.

Tagging: uuuuuh. idk. please just pretend I tagged you if you wanna ramble on any of these questions? I *really* need to start dinner xD