#sorry i couldn't resist another one of my appreciation posts

[lvlyghost]

I love your stories so much I can't 😫😍😍❤️

Could you maybe write a angst to fluff ghost x reader story where the reader gets injured badly while ghost is on her side the whole time in the hospital while she is unconscious and he's having breakdowns and anxiety and all really angsty stuff and when she wakes up she comforts him and all is fluffy and maybe a bit smutty 🤭

No More Stars Left to Count

PAIRINGS: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: Few things made Simon break down. Almost losing his girl takes a toll on him.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

TW: Smut! MDNI! Angst, hurt, comfort. Injuries. Panic attacks. Grammar mistakes just the usual... Do not read if you're under 18.

A/N: I'm actually quite happy with this one🥹🩷 Enjoy Anon! This is my first time posting smut and in another language so sorry in advance if there are mistakes! Corrections are appreciated ✨🐝

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Simon's head rests on his left hand, his eyes bore into your fragile body. Several machines are attached to you, helping you breathe, pumping meds into your system. He doesn't deserve you by any means. He doesn't deserve your trust, your laughter, your body.

All he can think about— as his brown orbs can't find the strength to look away— is how miserably he had failed to protect his team. To protect you. It's been twelve days and you still don't show any signs of waking up; it wasn't abnormal for you to not wake up. The damage inflicted to your body had been great. Simon thought for a painful moment he had lost you for good. The woman he cared for. The woman he utterly loved.

He swallows hard.

There aren't many things that'd scare him. He's simply seen too much. But this? Was this truly his destiny? To lose everyone he loved? His family and now you?

He inhales sharply, his free hands traces your inert hand, tracing soft patterns on your pale skin littered with cuts and bruises. That very hand he adores to hold when you were together. He blinks, memories from your last night together flooding his brain as he sinks further down the chair, adjusting the hoodie over his head.

The night before leaving for the mission in Romania.

-

"No, wait look Simon! Give it to me!" You chuckle, under the covers, both of your bodies remain warm. It wasn't unusual that Simon couldn't sleep so he'd often come into your room and spend the night with you. "There." You pointed out. Your hand and his hand stretched out in front of you, slowly you touch his, spreading out your palms comparing hands. Your eyelashes flutter at the mere sight of his big calloused hand outsize yours, completely engulfing it. You splay out your fingers until they're intertwined.

His breath catches in his throat. He loved how small you were compared to him. He wanted to protect you from everything even from himself, but you had refused to leave him when he tried to push you away.

"Come here." He grabs your arm pining you down and under his gargantuan body. You squeal, laughing at the sudden change of position; Simon sets his body between your legs. Your arms rest on his sides, layers of muscle tensing under your touch. Tilting your head back, eyes meet the dark sky outside the window.

"Look at them." You mumble, Simon lays a kiss on your neck taking advantage. He loves the feeling of your steady pulse on his lips. "The stars are so bright tonight." He hums absentmindedly, hands coming to grip his blond locks.

There's a fire burning in your belly and the ache between your thighs when you feel the tent forming through his grey sweatpants.

"Need you, love." He grumbles. His hands undress your bottom half making you gasp.

"Simon..." soft pink lips kiss your body. Your chest, your stomach... until he's lost between your legs. Mouth lapping at your wetness. You squirm under his touch, it's intoxicating. It feels like you might combust. The fire running through your veins, the goosebumps on your sensitive flesh as you clench around nothing. Unable to resist it you grab him by the arms. "You know what I need." In the blink of an eye two bodies intertwined moving desperately chasing the sweetest end together. He murmurs soft encouraging words in your ear that sent shockwaves through your veins, Simon couldn't possibly be more deep inside you, hitting that sensitive spot that made you want to scream, nails digging on his back, surely leaving red marks that he would proudly show tomorrow.

The purple and orange that tinges the sky outside filters through the window, casting an ethereal display of colors around this room that hides away the few moments you get to spend with him as you finish together; feeling impossibly more in love with him.

"It's clearing already." You point out. Simon looks up from your eyes, albeit reluctant to miss the beautiful shade of your orbs. "No more stars left..."

He kisses your forehead, then bumps his nose against you before he finds your mouth.

"There'll be plenty more to count tomorrow, sweetheart. I promise."

But you're not counting them as he promised the night before. Instead he's shouting orders like an enraged man. Heart beating out of his chest, you were so close to the evac point with your squad. Five minutes ago he had squeezed your arm and kissed your temple before urging you to get in the land rover from the SAS. Only to watch it blow seconds later. His heart stopped and then the ringing in his eardrums.

It was an ambush.

And as the rest covered him he rushed to you.

The blood. Crimson blood all over the bodies. He knew what this meant.

"Sergeant!" He forces his body to move, dragging you by the straps of your combat vest to take cover behind one of the vehicles. He knows he shouldn't be moving you like that, but right now he can't think of anything else than getting you out of there... "Bloody fucking hell!" He roars.

What was that feeling, like his soul was being ripped apart...?

-

Releasing a shaky breath, Simon squeezes your hand once again careful not to hurt you. The IV in your hand too foreign. It's too much. The sight, the memories of the vehicle flying through the sky...

The pit in his stomach grows, a wave of nausea and uneasiness hitting him all of the sudden. Simon stands on wobbly legs, taking one last glance at you he steps out the ICU. Crouching down he yanks the balaclava from his face. Why was his chest so tight, and his vision filled with blackness? The incessant ring on his ears is real. Fucking real. It was supposed to be a nightmare... this thing pulling him down.

"Come back to me baby." He pleads in a hushed tone although he knows you can't hear him. Simon lifts his hands to find support on the wall in front of him. He breathes as much air as he can through his nose, tries to blink away the black dots.

"Lieutenant Riley?" A feminine voice wafts through the empty hallway reaching him. He holds out a shaky finger without even looking at her.

"Leave..." he warns.

"Sir? I...-" the nurse hesitates.

"Now!" He barks.

She scurries away but not before calling the doctors and the Captain to the med wing.

Simon stays there until his ragged breathing evens, he then goes back to your room, deep down he hopes—prays— that your eyes will open when you hear him. But you don't. He sits again on the couch where he's tried to sleep, tossing the mask away from him. His throat bobs, what's happening to him? It burns. The door creaks open revealing a concerned John who looks at him in disapproval.

"This isn't going to help anyone Simon." He scolds him.

"What do you want Price?"

"You need to sleep. And for... just for the love of God eat something son."

"Not until I know she'll be fine."

Price sighs closing the door behind him.

"She wouldn't want this." Even then, Price doesn't want to look at you. This had taken a toll on everyone. But Simon wasn't handling it well. Rubbing his eyes he scoffs. "Come on go get some rest I can stay."

"No." Both men stare at each other not wanting to back down. "I'm on leave you don't get to tell me what to do Price."

John crosses his arm.

"I'm worried Simon. I want her to be okay too. We all do."

Simon's jaw clenched, hands balling into fists. They don't really know. They don't know, can't comprehend the extent of his love for you.

"What if this was your girl? Would you leave her fucking side hm?"

A tense pause electrifies the air as the two glare at each other, oblivious to the other person whose eyes are tearing.

The beeping sound increases as your heart rate goes up. Two pair of eyes snap to the sound. Your hand tries to snatch the oxygen from your face, but Simon darts out with dread plastered all over his features. You faintly hear John calling the doctors.

"Easy, love. Easy..." he soothes you. Stopping your hands from moving. Your body is in too much pain, tears slip down your cheeks, once again Simon grits his teeth. If he could he'd take it all away. "Don't force yourself you're..." he trails off. "You're hurt."

It feels like you're body is being torn apart. The drugs are slowly leaving your system.

"What happened?" your croak out, throat dry and inflamed. He sits bringing the glass of water to your lips not before removing for a brief moment the oxygen mask. You take a small sip and thank him with a weak smile.

"Ambush." He explains. Hating that he can see the images all over again in the back of his mind. "Thought I lost you."

More tears well in your eyes, as weak as you feel you reach out your hands tracing his jawline and cheekbone. He closes his eyes, and finally breathes again, with you touching him he feels alive again. He wants nothing more than to go home with you.

"How many nights..."

"Twelve..."

The doctors rush in but before they drag him away you say:

"That's a lot of counting we've missed."

A press of his lips on your forehead, a silent promise to never let anything happen to you ever again. Even if it mean giving his own life for yours. He would do it any day. Better him than you.

"We've got the rest of our lives, love."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 52

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, Andy is nasty in this, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Andy's palm clamps over your mouth, smothering any noise you try to make. You grasp at his thick fingers, puffing through your nostrils as you kick out, fighting his indomitable strength. This can't be. He wouldn't do this. Andy's a nice guy, the only decent guy you knew. It's why you couldn't bring him into your mess.

His arm tightens around your neck as he drags you backward. He presses his cheek to the side of your head and hisses, "shhhh, I don't want to hurt you. That's the last thing I want, honey." You whimper as your feet bounce off the ground, "even though you hurt me. Over and over." He rasps as he hauls you with him, "I only wanted to give you everything. If you let me, I still can."

He swings you around and wrangles you behind his house. Your panic surges as your eyes prick hotly. You shudder and try to calm yourself. Luna. You have to get Luna.

You let your arms go limp, taking careful steps to alleviate the constraint around your neck. He fumbles to open the door and turns you inside. He slams it behind him, closing you inside the impenetrable silence of his home.

He marches you forward. You don't resist. He takes you to another door, this one you've never been past. To be fair, when you were there, you didn't stay long enough to explore. There's a thick deadbolt on the outside.

"Andy," you force out your tight windpipe, "please, don't hurt me--"

"Honey, I won't. We got a daughter to take care of," he opens the door to a carpeted staircase.

"I know, I know," you shakily reach back to touch his hip, "let me go, I'll go down but I could fall if you don't."

"I won't let you," he insists and lurches you forward.

He keeps his arm around your neck, walking you awkwardly down each step, following the sharp angle of the staircase. The basement is made up like an apartment of its own. It's finished with carpet and paint on the walls, changing colours to delineate the space. The kitchen in one corner, a living space in another, a queen bed against the wall, and the corner where the crib looks eerily similar to the nursery in Lloyd's house. You stop and look around, horrified.

Luna whines. You pull against Andy without thinking. You have to control yourself. You repress the urge to claw and fight him.

"Andy," you bring your hands up to your throbbing chest, "I need to feed her. She's hungry... I hurt so bad."

He doesn't let you go right away. He exhales and slowly drops his arm, grazing your hip as he does. You restrain yourself from running across the room. You move cautiously towards the crib. She's there, squirming and squalling for you.

You lift Luna and hush her as you hold her close. She's bawling in fear, you can't let her feel your own. You pull up your shirt and put her to your nipple, angling her to latch. You sigh and turn, sitting on the rocking footrest in front of the glider. You coo and pet her head as she feeds greedily.

"I'm sorry. I tried to feed her," Andy says as he shuts the door at the bottom of the stairs, "she wouldn't take the formula."

"It's okay, she's fussy," you assure him, trying not to think of the surreal circumstance. Just be calm. "Very hungry."

He nods and comes closer, his cheeks kissed red from the bitter winter. He looms across from you, watching as Luna suckles noisily. His gaze weighs on you as you find his eyes fixed on your chest. You don't let the shiver roll up your spine.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

You try not to react. He's asking if you're okay and he's brought you down to his weird bunker? A place like this doesn't just appear overnight.

You gulp, "I'm just happy to have her back. Thank you, Andy."

He smiles and looks you in the face, "I'll keep you safe. Both of you."

You force a smile of your own. There's something off. You see it then in his glassy eyes, as if he's hypnotised.

"Do you have any tea?" You ask softly, "I'm cold."

He flinches and puts his hand on his chest. He clears his throat, "yes, honey, I'll get you some. You like green or--"

"It's late, chamomile?"

"Of course."

He finally backs up and you breathe through your nose as you look down at your daughter. You listen to him moving around the kitchenette. You hug Luna tighter. It's going to be okay, baby girl. I'll make sure of it.

You switch sides as the plucking turns painful. Andy sets down a steaming cup. You could throw it back in his face but you know better. That will only make him angry. You're not fast or strong enough to beat him. You're not getting out tonight.

"Thank you," you feel Luna ease in her hold, "she's getting sleepy."

He stands over you, turning to face you. His hand tickles over your shoulder and he leans it to caress Luna's head as she closes her eyes. You stiffen, livid as he dares to touch your child. You swallow it down as his hand wanders further and he squeezes your other tit. You wince.

"She's so beautiful, just like her mommy," he lets go and gets down to kneel beside you. He leans his head against your shoulder and watches Luna.

"Thank you," you breathe, roll your eyes back against a new wave of tears.

You never expected this, so how could anyone else? No one will come for you, you have to find your own way out.

🍑

Luna fusses and rouses you from your trance. Not sleep, just terror. The arm slung around your middle has you paralysed but it cannot keep you from your child. Slowly, you move Andy's arm away from you and sit up. He grumbles as you cross to the crib and lift your daughter, rocking her.

"What're you doing?" He rasps in his morning grit.

"Shhh, she might go back to sleep," you whisper, "she's just not used to her new... home."

He pushes himself up on his elbows and looks at you from under sleepy lashes. He yawns and sits up, fluffing the pillow up behind his back. He stretches his arm towards you, waving you closer, "I'll take her."

"Maybe in a bit, let me just calm her down," you cradle Luna tighter.

"I can do it," he insists, "let me hold our daughter."

His tone deepens, hard as iron. Our daughter? You can't let him hurt her. Or you, you're the only one there to keep her safe.

"Just be gentle," you gird as you come around the bed, "she'll be hungry if she stays awake."

"I know how to hold a baby," he retorts as he sits forward to take her. You carefully put her in his arms, reluctant to back away.

She wriggles as he gazes down at her. You twiddle your fingers, standing close, your chest tight and pounding.

"I go her," he insists, "can you get some coffee on, honey?"

You stare at him, blinking, then glance down at your daughter. "Sure."

You back away, inching to the kitchenette as you can't help but peek back over and over. He coos at her, his voice soft and higher than usual. It makes you want to throttle him even more. Luna feels much the same as her babbles turn to uncomfortable grunts.

You find a bag of coffee and open the machine in the corner. You quickly load it up as your daughter's voice tugs at you. You hear Andy growl.

"She won't stay still," he huffs.

"Like I said, she's probably hungry."

You go back to them and offer to take her. He hands her over but not without muttering. You pull up the same sweater you've been in since the previous morning. You get Luna latched and yipe as you feel a pinch on your other nipple. Andy tweaks through the rumbled fabric and pushes it up.

"Ow," you try to back up but he catches you by the hip.

You keep Luna in place as he turns his legs over the side of the bed and guides you close. You can't resist as you try not to jostle your child. He bares your other tit and in a second, his lips seal around your nipple. You cry out in shock, almost smacking his head as he suckles.

"What are you doing?" You exclaim.

"Mmmm," he hums and pops his mouth off, "you taste good."

"My milk is for her, Andy," you block him from trying again, pushing a hand against his chin as you keep your other arm under Luna. "Don't--"

He pulls his head back and reaches up to grab your tit, squeezing it until your yelp. It hurts so bad. A trickle leaks out as Luna's mouth detaches and she gurgles.

"Andy, you're going to hurt her," you snap.

He only kneads you harder. You whimper and your legs buckle.

"You have more than enough," he insists and slides forward, nibbling on your tender nipple. You whine and move Luna away from him, disgusted by what he's doing.

"Andy, please, I don't-- she needs to feed first--"

He ignores you and keeps suckling, your stomach churning as your daughter begins to wail. He doesn't care at all about your daughter, he's sick and twisted and would let her starve. Well, you won't stand for that. You will get her out of here, at any cost.

[siren-serenity]

HI HI OMG i hope you're having a wonderful day so far!! i just read your azul angst that you just posted and it destroyed me :((( can i have some fluff with him and the quote "i love you in every form" ?? it makes me think of his merform and i just want to love him :((( thank you sm whether you decide to write this or not!! <333

no matter what (i will always love you)

characters: azul ashengrotto, gn!reader warnings: fluff, a bit of angst (self-hatred towards own body) a/n: - the azul ashengrotto fanbase is growing!! tbh i almost started to write angst until i realized u wanted fluff lmao (i'm sorry for making him cry in most of my works for him :( ) - thank you for sending in, @azulashengrottospiano<3 this is dedicated to you, i'm sorry for making you cry!!! - feedback is appreciated!

Azul Ashengrotto feels stares crawling up, like centipedes on his disgusting tentacles and resists the urge to full-on bawl. He hides in the darkest corner of the room and his tentacles react subconsciously to his feelings, wrapping around his indigo body to mimic a ball of yarn.

Of course today they were making a potion that ended up failing spectacularly due to a petty, jealous second year student throwing an unknown ingredient into his potion. Of course, he had to be drenched in it! And of course, he was turned into his detested marine form! Could this day get any worse?

"Azul?"

He hears you, calling out his name. Normally, he would have swooned at the way your accent rolled his name on your tongue, your tone filled with your love for him (he still couldn't believe that you loved him back, of all people). But now, it's like a nightmare come true.

Azul quickly scrabbles away, slipping through the screaming students and taking advantage of the chaos. He walks (slides? slithers? he doesn't know anymore) across the floor but unfortunately bangs himself painfully against somebody. He looks up, mouth open to brutally rip the person apart, and suddenly all his vocal cords fail to work. He didn't just bump into anybody, he bumped into you.

"A-Azul?"

Azul squeezes his eyes shut and looks away. He doesn't dare to face you right now, not when he is in such a hideous form. Careful fingers pry him from the floor; his suction cups make an embarrassingly loud pop! noises as you do so.

"Oh darling," He hears you murmur. He feels your gentle touch on his limbs and resists the shudder from the delight your simple action brings him. "Look at you! You're gorgeous!"

Yes, Azul knows he is hideous- wait what?

"You're so cute! Your purple is a gorgeous shade, I'm so envious of it! And look at your tentacles! They are so cute- urgh I'm at a loss for words!"

"Y-You don't hate me?" He musters up the courage to speak, opening one eye only to spot you climbing up the railing of Mostro Lounge's aquarium. His eyes sparkle at the sight of water, suddenly reminding him of how dry his skin felt. He gently slips away from your arms and into the water, relishing in the relaxation that the simple action brings him.

"Gorgeous. Absolutely stunning."

"Don't say words you don't mean," Azul murmurs, shaking his head. "Don't...don't bring up my hopes like that!"

A gentle kiss on his forehead made his eyes widen dramatically and his skin flushed a shade of dark purple. His tentacles wiggle in the water as he attempts to regain his posture but fails miserably. You laugh before bringing his face closer and gently giving him a nose kiss - human nose to merman nose. He blinks adorably as you give him another kiss on the lips, unafraid to kiss him with so much love, so much passion. He freezes up before slowly kissing you back, his humanoid arms coming up to cradle your fragile human body.

"I promised you, didn't I?" You breathe out breathlessly. Azul's kisses always manage to do so, no matter what or when. "I love you in every form. Nothing will ever change that."

Azul Ashengrotto holds back tears of relief and gratitude before diving for another kiss. This time, his tentacles react to his subconscious will as they circle you before clutching onto you close.

He never wants this moment to end, Azul thinks as he kisses you. His mind is just overflowing with love, love, and love.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

always always thinking about your post that was like “normal has a very high threshold for being loved that is nearly impossible to meet and he will do *anything* to feel validated” and then today in the discord during the part where willy reveals it could’ve been either normal or scary, will said “willy fucked up normal would burn the entire world down for the tiniest crumb of validation” and just. screaming screaming forever about this boy’s inability to ever feel loved enough, he is every webweaving post about always devouring and never feeling full from love, this boy is RAVENOUS and it’s hard to understand how the oak good-boy morality can even supersede that, he has every trait imaginable to become a villain and it feels like the only thing preventing that is the desire to be good, bc tbh I don’t think he wants to be good more than he wants to be loved

SORRY FOR TAKING ALMOST TWO FUCKING WEEKS TO ANSWER THIS ANON!

Eheh, firstly *thank you* because this message is very sweet and made me extremely happy. The post you’re talking about took a good while to write and came with a lot of anxiety so it’s very nice to hear that you’ve kept fragments of it with you, I really do appreciate that!!! 💜

I’d debated for a bit on answering this privately to be honest with you, as not every fire I’ve sparked is one whose flames I wish to fan, so to speak, but everything you wrote is just so on-point and well-articulated that I couldn’t resist. Otherwise. *Ahem*. I know it's very very silly to respond to a response about an essay with what is essentially another essay, but you see, in thinking of how to answer your message, I got a little caught amongst many other things that have been on my mind... And I've seen some takes that have annoyed me for one reason or another and couldn't decide how to address those and. Well. Ultimately I decided that the stuff I wanted to talk about was connected *enough* to the stuff brought up in your message (as well as in my original post) that I could put it all together, soooooooo if you'll entertain me rambling once more~

Let's start by saying that, I recently saw a take going around stating that “Scary’s internal issues caused her external issues while Normal’s external issues caused his internal issues” (among a number of other statements that I frankly found pretty questionable), and I must say, for reasons that I hope to explain, I disagree with this assertion on both accounts!

In Scary’s case, this statement completely erases and undermines the trauma of her dad walking out, and what that does not only to her confidence and sense of self-worth, but to her relationship with her mother as well. And the degree of the impact of this external trauma on her internal view towards and treatment of herself is clear as day just by looking at the stark contrast between Terri and Scary. Scary (Terri) is someone who once had confidence in herself and could find validation and motivation internally, most recently evidenced by Terri's words of encouragement to Scary whilst under beacon of hope:

But then her dad leaves, and things get harder at home, and Scary starts to fight with her mom (her mom who she once called her best friend!!!), and she starts to feel worthless and unlovable- something that only gets worse with time as Willy alienates her from the rest of the group, case in point with this revealing exchange:  

No one’s told her they’re proud of her in a long time (sound familiar??),

her teachers at school shut her down when she tries to speak her mind or otherwise dismiss her behavior as “acting out” seemingly without any sort of intervention or attempt to actually check in with her,

[the above teen fact is from episode 31]

Only then, in response to her diminished sense of self-worth does she begin to cut herself off from the rest of the world and from her former self, most importantly quitting soccer (which we know matters a lot to her!),

and those things leave her even more vulnerable and supportless and ashamed. Not to mention all the mixed emotions she must feel when Terry walks into the picture, between actually liking him but not being able to see his love as genuine due to her relationship with her bio dad and all the frustration and shame she must feel as a result.

This is not to claim that Scary’s internal struggles do not inform a lot of what happens to her and the people around her over the run of the season- of course they do! (In fact some of the later things mentioned above are examples of that- I guess I got a bit carried away). But Scary’s major internal struggles that affect her throughout the course of the adventure are preceded by a slew of important external events that negatively affect her psyche and are in many cases out of her control. Scary’s internal struggles did not originate in a vacuum, and I absolutely would not say that they “caused” the bulk of what she has been through.

Unlike Scary, Norm’s excessive dependency on external validation to feel like he’s worth anything begins when he is very young. [Emphasis on “excessive” here, since obviously everyone requires validation from others to some degree, the point being just that this trait is so very pronounced in Normal and, as I argued a bit in the post anon is referring to, usually the most important factor informing his courses of action, superseding (but not implying the absence of) any desire to be good and help those around him. Will’s statement (the one which anon quotes) seems to corroborate this.] We know that things go so far back from Sparrow’s account in episode 17:

It’s important that this is about Normal’s kindergarten experiences too, because it tells us that Normal’s predominant internal issues go back farther than this and hence were not caused in and of themselves by his peers- instead being perhaps more fundamental to who he is as a person.

This is not to say that external events do not exacerbate the state of Normal’s psyche. In his youth most notably, we can infer that he interpreted Hero’s treatment (which of course he did not understand at the time to be her training) as favoritism, and I think it’s pretty clear by this point that his resentment of her is tied to the degradation of self-esteem that he experienced as a result.

Then of course there is the dance. Sparrow’s words to Normal during the dance obviously consist of a very pivotal moment for Norm within the context of the season, but I think it’s important to remember and not erase the fact that Normal’s internal issues with validation do not begin at the dance, as established in the kindergarten case but also further exemplified by Norm’s primary motive in becoming the school’s mascot in the first place (to get everybody to like him). I think it’s important to remember this in part since it informs so much of Normal’s reaction to what his father has to say, immediately afterwards but also throughout the whole rest of the season. No kid wants to hear that their parent isn’t proud of them, but the severity of the response to this sort of statement is going to vary drastically depending on the person, and in Norm’s case, given his natural disposition, it’s devastating. [and I swear there’s a teen talk moment where Will says basically this but I can’t find it for the life of me rn damn it lol maybe I’ll edit in the clip later if I do]

Of course in this specific case, one can still mostly say that the problem stems from outside of Normal, and that his preexisting issues exacerbate his response but are definitely not the cause of it. Outside of this instance, however, this is not always true! In fact, Normal’s excessive dependency on external validation and related rejection sensitivity (negatively) inform a large amount of his interactions with those around him, particularly Lincoln and Taylor (imagine me underlining “Taylor” several times as I say this). Truthfully that’s a whole ramble on its own, but with respect to more recent events, I have to admit that I was genuinely quite irked to find a lot of people blaming Taylor and Lincoln for Norm’s response to their uh. mech shenanigans in episode 37, choosing to frame this as an act of moral failing or even malice on their part, rather than a reflection of Normal’s own issues and room for growth. Lincoln and Taylor were simply focused on the mission at hand, and there was no good reason realistically speaking to have expected them to be aware of Normal’s emotional state at that point in time (or in general, to be aware of the jealousy their bonding moments evoke within Norm- particularly when Normal consistently fails to communicate and address those emotions with them in a manner that is direct and not passive-aggressive). Lincoln in particular is very clearly stated as not even having fun in that moment, very understandably being focused instead on the fact that his friend Scary is around his father, who he just witnessed, you know, murder someone. This is not an instance of the world going against Norm for no good reason other than to put him through it, this is a very clear example of Normal’s internal issues affecting the way he perceives external events in a manner that is not actually very reflective of the reality of the situation, and which of course feeds in further to his cycle of self-loathing (and I won’t go into it here since I sort of did in the post anon is responding to- but Normal’s negative reaction to Lincoln breaking the pick to gain Scary’s trust is another important example of this [tbh all the more so now coupled with the hypocrisy of how he handles the anchor in Goofs but that’s a tangent]). As aforementioned, Norm also struggles a good chunk of the time to actually explain his feelings in a manner that is direct and does not rely on blaming others for not picking up on his dejection, as exemplified in how this discussion goes with Lincoln in the most recent episode:

The treatment from fandom of this whole instance being reflective of a reoccurring issue I tend to have with a large chunk of the fandom, wherein the collective memory of canon tends towards getting warped to account for Norm’s mental state. Sometimes that’s hailing him as some morally-perfect, emotional reincarnate of Henry (as though the pride layer didn’t happen, as though Goofs didn’t happen, as though all of Norm’s relationship with Taylor isn’t what it is- …I feel like I should stop implying stuff about the significance Taylor and Norm’s relationship and not elaborating but it really is an essay in and of itself LOL), other times it’s just downright turning everyone around Normal into a villain, a persistent phenomenon which I sort of illustrated in the above example but also touched upon in an earlier essay (arguing that despite the fandom’s quick jump to villainize him- Lincoln breaking the guitar pick would prove to be an act of love). Sparrow also takes a good brunt of the damage from this. Sparrow saying he’s not proud of Normal gets turned into Sparrow not loving Normal (despite an abundance of proof in canon to the contrary), his apology for what he said and the support he shows for Norm in light of his alternative plan on dealing with the Doodler are completely ignored by most of the fandom, as are any other demonstrations of emotional availability and shows of growth that he displays throughout the course of the season, and the true motives behind Sparrow’s insistence on Normal living a “normal” life- to protect him from the childhood that he but also that Hero had to undergo- is somehow framed as Sparrow actually holding some kind of favoritism for Hero. It’s as though there is a complete inability on a larger scale within the fandom to see Sparrow as separate character outside of the filter of Norm’s emotions, and the other teens (including Hermie) get a similar if less pronounced treatment.

[Actually, I would argue that to some degree all of the kiddads except Terry (and Lark since he’s not officially a dad) tend to be perceived and criticized predominantly through the noise of their respective child’s emotions/behavior. In Grant’s case, Lincoln 1. spends a good part of the earlier half of the season asserting that his dads are the best dads in the world despite everything going on and 2. has a very unfortunate tendency to compartmentalize and push down his negative emotions as much as possible- in typical Wilson fashion- so the complexity and severity of Lincoln’s issues with his dad generally go understated, and only now that Lincoln has begun to be more vocal and upfront about his issues has some of Grant’s parenting finally begun to come under fire, and even then mostly only his more recent transgressions. In Taylor’s case, Taylor’s emotional security/stability and general fondness for his dad mean that Nicky is being hailed by many people as “the best dad” where in fact Nicky- while certainly helping the teens out in many ways and perhaps even acting as a friend to them- has done just about jack shit for Taylor as a *father*, and really if Taylor has anyone to thank for being as well-adjusted as he is now, it’s definitely his mom! But I digress.]

Normal and Scary are very similar, but the way fandom treats them is very different. People (mostly) seem to be able to acknowledge that Scary, in spite of her mistakes and flaws, is a scared, tired kid with a good heart who is capable and deserving of love. In Normal’s case, I just can’t seem to shake the impression that the fandom (in general) would rather strip Norm of all the things that make his character complex, and nuanced, and flawed, reducing him to an utterly uninteresting husk of a character before depicting him as anything other than a perfect goody-two-shoes who has never hurt anybody in his entire life or daring to acknowledge the fact that “Normal has been through a lot, is hurt, and deserves a good support system and emotional validation” and “Normal can at many times be his own worst enemy, sometimes makes mistakes that affect those around him, and has room to grow emotionally” are notions that can and should coexist. Or at least, that's my two cents on the matter.

[tododeku-or-bust]

I noticed your "fill my inbox" post so i wanted to tell you about my OCs that i've been working on lately, it might come across weird or maybe much and I'm probably going to seriously expose myself out of anonymity with the details but i hope you'll like to hear it anyways -- I saw a post that suggested more representation for fat emo girls (i misremembered it as "i want to see more fat emo girls") and I became really inspired so i made a sketch of a fat black emo girl. Her being black was just another case of my brain going "*hand raise* Do they have to be white/Would it hurt if they were black?" and the response is often "no" even "that would be more interesting" so I switch it up, and after searching through names, the name Ada stuck. I wanted to give her a distinctly black name because I felt like that isn't done enough and that it wasn't fair, but anyways. I had a character that I made previously, named Nia the Swift, made because I had a lesbian JoJo OC named Vivian (lost sister of Dio) and she totally kicked ass and tugged at my heart strings but I realized that she was the only confirmed lesbian OC I had, so I thought "I need to make another one" so I made him and I made him black and masc and I couldn't resist making him a fancy-dancy cunning vampire. Anyhow, I was thinking about Ada a lot because I got interested in emo subculture so whenever I would think about emo stuff, I'd think about her too. She's a gloomy character, but I didn't like seeing her sad/out of it all the time. A silly idea came up in my head of her getting her hand kissed by Nia and thinking "am i goth?" (subtext: because i think i'm falling in love with a vampire) and I thought it was great. When I made Nia, I didn't really think up any Scenarios for him for a little too long and I felt like he needed to be part of a duo, but I couldn't come up with any solid ideas yet, so I felt like Ada would make an excellent match. I'm swamped with a lot of big stressful things this month but I'm hoping to squeeze in drawing him being very very sweet and gentlemanly to her and her making cute meme emoji faces about it, and maybe some other things involving them. I've been learning a lot about hair lately for it (which is good bc my career seems like it could loom unexpectedly into the "hair" area) and it was nice listening to a tutorial on how to get good box braids while i was on an errand walk. I thought previously that box braids had more than 3 strands, maybe 4 hence the name "box" braids (no, also on closer inspection, no). Sorry for sending you so many big paragraphs and run-on sentences, but I hope maybe you can have my two vaguely described women living in your head rent free now

Yeah lol, I do recognize who you are now 🤣

Well, I'm glad you took the time to stop yourself and decide that she didn't have to be white! That is definitely the first step that very many people don't take!

As for "that would be more interesting", I encourage you to take those next steps and determine why. Why would it be more interesting? Them being Black shouldn't be the interesting part- that would make them sound like they're a token!

Have you done research in Black emo culture? Have you done research into fatness while being Black? Are those things that affect your character's life? Her decisions and her personality? Does it play into how people treat her? That's where we get into the intent! Because I'm not Black and emo, but I can tell you right now her being "gloomy" would definitely affect the way people treat her as a Black woman in reality. I do appreciate that you let her have other emotions though!

I do have an Auntie Ada (rip), and Nia is also a Black African name (it means 'purpose'). Did you know that when you named him?

And no lmao that is not why they're called box braids. I am very glad you took the time to look that up before saying it out loud, because that would have been quite embarrassing in front of the right (Black) people 🤣

Thank you for sharing your Black OCs with me, and I hope you continue to care for them!

[curatoroffiction]

Congratulations on your milestone!!!

Can i request perhaps a comfort with Octa trio, with an artist reader but finding out their art it just a coping mechanism, please?

if its not too much tho— feel free to ignore the request:)

Thank you!

Azul had long-since attempted to get one of your art pieces in the Mostro Lounge. The art of another world - Another universe! It was a novelty that was discovered in your first art class. You had techniques and perspectives and memories of places no one had ever seen. Whatever you put your mind to, you poured your heart and soul into it to bring something alive in it. Something none of Twisted Wonderland had ever experienced before you arrived; Your world.

Your teachers were surprised and excited by your works. Other students marveled as they asked questions about the places you painted, or the things you captured in your sculptures. Your art very quickly became the talk of the school - And it was spreading quickly beyond those confines as people passionately shared photos of your work online and discussed what you'd say about your own work. Posts of your paintings were going viral online, and you were attracting quite the unique art convention to Night Raven College. But to you, it was the only way you could see your world, even just a glimpse of it. It was because of your rise in popularity that Azul was willing to do whatever it took to get a piece of your art. Something to attract people to the Mostro Lounge, something he could invest in for the future - A ___ ___ original! But you weren't selling. "Look, Azul, I've told you several times already that I'm not selling. I'm not doing commission work. I just, I just create art, and I'm keeping it for myself." "Surely, ___.. You couldn't appreciate all this art on your own? You MUST have some pieces you're willing to part with. I've got quite the offer, I'd say.." "No thank you." "You can have a meal a day at the Mostro Lounge for a month." "No." "Two months." "I said no." "Three-" You start closing the door on him again, which is when a foot slips right between the door and the doorframe. You look up to see Floyd grinning, having just slithered into view. "Now Shrimpy, I think you should hear out Azul's offer.. ~ Wouldn't want to be rude, yeah?" He's daring you to give him just one reason. You sigh, slowly opening the door. You're not looking to give him a reason. Azul straightens his tie, coughing into his fist as he puts on his smile again. "Now, ___.. I'm sorry we're getting a little more.. eager? But you have to know by now that your art is going to make a lot of noise. If you let me host a public gallery, we can keep the art hounds off of you. No one will know your address, and anyone who comes here to harass you would meet quite the resistance! I know you like your privacy, so please, let us help you." "...." You stare at the two, your hands still firmly on the door, ready to attempt to slam it at any moment. Jade is nowhere to be seen, but that doesn't mean he isn't here. But still.. there's a certain sense to what he's saying. You could let him showcase your art, keeping the pieces all to yourself at the end of the day, and he'd keep people from trying to take it for themselves. And, if you aren't selling, that creates an exclusivity that should be appealing to him.. "How's this; I could let you showcase my art, BUT- The pieces are still my own. Mine. I'm not selling. I'm not selling to you, I'm not selling to the art critics, I'm not selling." "That's fine! I can work with that! Yes, an art exhibit could be quite thrilling!" Azul flashes an excited and warm smile. "And it'll be quite beneficial for the both of-" "I want half the proceeds." "..." Azul blinks. He then gives you a bewildered look. ".... What?" "You're gonna charge for admission, yeah? I want half of whatever you make from my art." "..... I'm sure we can iron out the details-" "It's a non-negotiable term." Azul pauses. He smiles once again. "We'll iron out the details in a contract, to keep both parties honest." "You'll be speaking with my lawyer." "... Who is your lawyer, exactly..?" "Crewel." "... I see. ----- Part 2

[glassheadcanon]

Yuletide 2023 Reveals Post

This year, I wrote another 3 gift fics for Yuletide (for the Main Collection: my main assignment and a pinch hit assignment, and for the Madness subcollection: a short treat fic). Once again, I didn't have time to complete all the treats I'd hoped to, but I did successfully continue my personal challenge to myself to write for more new "fandoms"/media that I hadn't written for before.

It seems that participating in these sorts of fic exchanges has given me a taste for ephemeral, tongue-in-cheek media and crackfic, because this year I gravitated towards "5 minute fandoms" (incidentally, two different McSweeney's articles - each linked to below under "Fandom:") and an anthropomorphic one, which means the source canon can be appreciated quickly, with little time-commitment on the part of the reader:

Title: In loco serpentes (1473 words), for Traykor

Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: FAQ: The "Snake Fight" Portion of Your Thesis Defense - Luke Burns Characters: Student, Parent, Administrator, Lab Technician Additional Tags: University, Worldbuilding, Mythology References, Academia, Snakes, Students, Satire Summary: When it comes to academia, the devil's in the details.

Ah, academia. Love it or hate it, those of us for whom this one hits close to home will likely each have their own uniquely co-dependent symbiotic relationship with it. Either way, I couldn't resist giving the snakes their own FAQ. Was I too brutal, and did I lean a bit hard into the satire? Judge for yourself. Was it justified, or did I let my own venomous vitriol slither and seep its way into this fic? Maybe. At the very least, I can say that my own conclusions were based on...hard data. ;)

Title: I Am A Picaresque Character And I Refuse To Play A Part In Your RomCom (1888 words), for randomizer

Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: F/M Fandom: We Are A Picturesque Small Town And We Refuse To Be The Setting For Your RomCom - Rachel McKenny Characters: Chet Anderson / Original Female Character Additional Tags: Small Towns, Worldbuilding, Family, Secrets, Nature, Romance, Childhood Friends, Tropes Summary: Anya Smith was here to work, not take a trip down memory lane—however quaint and picturesque that lane of memory might be. She had a job to do, and she meant business. Maggie Miller, however, was a stalwart—and far sharper—adversary than she looked. At eighty-two years young, a veteran of over forty years of marriage, the widowed octogenarian knew better than to give up easily.

Here's the deal: I don't watch Hallmark movies. I just can't bring myself to do it. Do I know the clichés? Well enough. If I ever want a genuinely good Rom Com, I take inspiration from the classics. So did I reference Roman Holiday (1953) in a fic, yet again? Yes. Am I sorry for it? No. Did this fic end up way more romantic and less of a cynical parody than I originally intended it to be? *sigh*.

Title: *Un-Mans ur script* (536 words), for BardicRaven, Cinnamongirl, FandomisOhana, & Limax_maximus

Rating: Gen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Fonts (Anthropomorphic) Characters: Times New Roman Font, Comic Sans Font, Papyrus Font, Wingdings Font Additional Tags: Typography, Banter, Meta, Dialogue-only, Yuletide Treat Summary: With fonts like these, who needs enemies?

So, I was in a silly mood, and the request prompts gave me an opportunity to fiddle around a bit more with CSS on AO3. What can I say? *shrug*

Anyway, however I might try to explain away this year's eclectic selection of fics I chose to write, I greatly suspect that it's all part and parcel of a slow pivot back into my own, original writing.

[seikatsu-ga-tsuzuku]

Hi, I really love reading your blog, thanks for sharing your posts. Even if I'm not the one who asked your otps, do you mind if I asked why you love those couples (your otps)? You can pick at least 3 couples, if you want to write the reasons.....

Sorry if I ask too much, feel free to just ignore my ask. Also sorry again if I send this ask twice....

I don't think anyone has ever said they like reading my blog, so somehow this makes me happy. I get little traction on my posts so most of the time I'm thinking I'm just talking to myself on here.

I don't believe you've sent this ask multiple times, but if you have, I guess tumblr ate it because I don't see it in my inbox. But sure, I'll try to answer succinctly because when it comes to ships I can ramble for years (ask my best friend). I am assuming you're referring to the post I did the other week about my top 10 ships of all time, so I'll pick 3 of those to explain.

So first up, Adachi and Kurosawa from Cherry Magic. They are so refreshing. I don't know how to explain it. First of all, I appreciate the gentle kindness of Kurosawa as the pursuer/top which I feel like is something you don't see often in BL. There's always the looming threat of noncon/dubcon which is nowhere to be found in Cherry Magic thankfully. His love for Adachi starts off much like a schoolgirl crush, and quickly morphs into an adoration and admiration of Adachi as a person as they get to know each other better. It's interesting to watch how Adachi's feelings develop for Kurosawa as well. He thinks carefully about what Kurosawa means to him, and in what ways he wants to be with him. He's considerate of Kurosawa's feelings even before the love is mutual. Their love for each other is very pure, sweet, and wholesome, and the slowburn from coworkers to friends to lovers is just perfect. They definitely give me a toothache, and their relationship is something that I would like for myself. I also hope to write a love story as good as theirs someday. I could go on but I'll spare thee. Next is Kotetsu and Barnaby from Tiger & Bunny. Now, I know they are not canon, but they are as close to canon as a couple can get without being canon, if you know what I mean. Their relationship starts off spiky, but their growth as people because of the development of their relationship is one of my favorite things about them. They become better people because of each other, especially Barnaby. They teach each other a lot, learn to work together and care about each other, even during the times when Barnaby is resistant to this change in him. Barnaby's attitude eventually changes from snooty, prickly, and isolated to soft and trusting of Kotetsu. They don't only maintain a good relationship for work reasons, but outside of that obligation too, working on their friendship and truly becoming family (in season 2 you can literally see a photo of Kotetsu, Barnaby, and Kaede together in one of their apartments', I forget whose, but my gut is telling me Barnaby's). The scenes in season 2 when Kotetsu just wanted to go out for a drink with Barnaby but some shit kept coming up so they couldn't. And the episode when Kotetsu wanted to do something nice for Barnaby's birthday. Kotetsu's determination to get along with him just makes my heart ache, I dunno. And whenever the other's life or health is in even the slightest of danger, they launch into panicking worry mode for each other. Also I can't overlook the occasional flirting. It just genuinely feels like watching two people interact that don't realize they're in love with each other.

Last lemme talk about Ryuji and Akira from Persona 5 because I never get to talk about my feelings for them. Now I know there is another more popular BL couple in P5 that shan't be named here, but let me explain why I prefer AkiRyu. I like the premise that Akira and Ryuji's relationship starts on and is built up from; an almost immediate acceptance of each other and the ability to relate and empathize with one another's circumstances. Ryuji had become an outcast after the incident with Kamoshida and the track team, and Akira had become an outcast due to his criminal record, which rumors of had followed him to his new school. At the start of the story, they had nobody but each other. Ryuji took an immediate liking to Akira, and Akira also seemed to be content with Ryuji as his first friend at Shuujin. Despite having very different personalities, they had the same morals, the same sense of justice, similar problems to deal with. Now this can be said about Akira with the rest of the Phantom Thieves, yes, but I feel like Akira and Ryuji's dynamic is unique. Again he's Akira's first friend, and you can't deny this quickly escalates into Ryuji being his best friend out of all the Phantom Thieves. Ryuji often basically tells Akira this is how he feels about him as well, so it can't be denied or brushed off (although you can make Akira respond with the snarky and meaner dialogue options, the sentiment is still there. It's not in the same ways that you can be mean to Mishima or rude to Goro, for example). They have a bond that I don't feel is present with the other Phantom Thieves, after completing everyone's social links. Even the canon romance routes with the girls felt weak in comparison. I feel like AkiRyu is the prime example of the shounen-esque tendency to write two guy best friends so emotionally charged that it loops right back around to being gay by accident (see Ryuji's social link stage 9 or 10, I forget which. If you know, you know. The ramen restaurant conversation, yeah, that one. It was basically a declaration of love to me). Those are the vibes they give off to me.

I said this would be succinct but it wasn't. Thank you for your time 😭

[atmymercy]

Hello, how are you? I'm so sorry for coming back for another reading 🙈. But I couldn't resist the opportunity. May I ask for one reading please? I wanted to know if I'll be able to have my wedding outside my birth country? What I mean by that is my actual wedding day/venue, will it be in some other country? Not saying a destination wedding, it could be a simple courthouse wedding, I don't mind, I'm all up for elopement as well. It's just that I don't want my biological family to be present at my wedding (whenever it might happen) and the only way to achieve that would be if I'm far away from here when that happens. I'm single btw right now. Thanks a lot for this opportunity. Greatly appreciated. I'm C. 🙏

hello c! i'm doing great! i hope you are too! and no worries! i appreciate that you want to participate in my giveaways! and that you think of my giveaways an opportunities and something to be appreciated! it means a lot, honey! thank you!

for you, i got the death, queen of wands & the moon.

you will be out of your birth country when you get married, honey! by that point, you are going to feel like a totally different person and yet all the same. you know what i mean, right? it's such a big step and yet you know you'll be stepping into a person who you were always meant to be! it'll be exciting and your spirit guides want to reassure you, honey that you are going to look amazing! you'll look so pretty in the nightlight again that i see your spouse falling all over for you again that night! so keep your head up, honey! you got this! no need to worry! just think of how amazing you're going to look! eee! i'm so excited for you! but yep, for sure outside of your birth country wedding!

hope you enjoyed it! please give feedback or buy me a coffee when you can! if you want to explore this further, please consider a private read as well. also thank you for sharing with me!♡

love & light!

-tea

as always, my rules & info are in my pinned post if you're interested in a reading of your own!

[oscar-piastri]

short scenes of a love story

iv. life update

On the team bus, players were either immersed in their music or engrossed in card games, each finding their own way to focus before the day's match. At the back, a group, including Cassy, was engaged in casual conversation, still getting to know one another.

Having been with RCT for a few weeks now, Cassy was growing more comfortable in the team's masculine environment. She'd quickly adapted to the playful banter, often reciprocating with her own witty comebacks. Melvyn's advice had been invaluable: she'd gently tease the players back or threaten to post embarrassing moments on social media. She also grew close to Charles, mainly because as a captain he took it to heart to defend her as best and put his players back in their place when Cassy was too shy to do it; they actually quickly created a brother/sister dynamic. Obviously, as a package deal came the friendship with Baptiste, Gabin and Melvyn.

“So, how’s the apartment hunting going?” Baptiste asked, drawing a groan from Cassy.

“A disaster.” She lamented. “Everything is so expensive here! Landlords are hesitant because I've only been on the job for a few weeks, they’d rather wait a few months to be sure I’ll be able to really pay rent” She started her rant. “Most places I can afford are in less-than-desirable neighborhoods. I’m staying at a family friend’s house right now, they don’t look like they’ll kick me out but you know… I would love to be on my own”

“Oh I totally understand!” Melvyn added to the conversation. “When I arrived straight from Toulouse I had to go back to my dad’s house. Didn’t had the time to go hunting for a place, so my dad had to help”

Cassy leaned back, showing to her friends how frustrated she was “Was probably stupid I didn’t think about this before actually moving here”

She sensed the boys feeling sorry for her, and tried to reassure them and also herself when she was interrupted by her stomach growling like a beast. “Oh sorry” she blushed before reaching for her bag and taking a small bag with a cookie inside. “I didn’t have time to eat this morning, I was running everywhere to visit a place.” She took a bite and felt all the stress leave her body “Couldn’t resist the cookies from the cook when I got there to catch the bus. Probably my favorite cookies” 

“Suit yourself, hope you can appreciate them for us” Gabin said, eyeing the cookie. 

“Yeah I’d kill for one” Baptiste added, the two boys couldn't help but express their envy, making Cassy eat her cookie a bit faster.

“You know, if you ever need help when moving in, I’ll be totally ready to help” Melvyn offered, turning to face Cassy.

“Oooooh” Gabin whistled as he playfully tickled Melvyn. “What’s going on with you, uh? Loverboy?”

Now it was time for Melvyn to have his cheeks turn to a pale red in embarrassment. “Stop this ‘loverboy’ crap,” he protested, pushing Gabin’s head away. “May I point to the fact that I have always gotten along great with every community manager from every team I’ve been to. I just want to make sure Cassy is well integrated and that she knows she can count on us.” He said, trying to defend himself as Charles chimed in, reassuring Melvyn that the teasing was all in good fun, especially since he was the one of the recent additions to the team, just a few months before Cassy.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the playful banter, Cassy seized the moment when the bus stopped near the stadium. The team had a tradition of walking the last stretch to connect with fans. She grabbed her bag, announcing she'd capture content of everyone exiting the bus, and made a quick exit.

As she stepped off the bus, she took a deep breath, grateful for the chance to escape the confusing conversation and focus on the upcoming match.

[dragodina]

🎨👻💥✨

Thank you for replying this morning and also for the questions, I really appreciate it 🥰❤️.

Like you my answers are all about Tatort Hamburg and for my favourite lady cop, her lovely yet moody partner sidekick and my beloved lady cop couple 😊

Here we go! Oh and sorry for the length 😅🙈✌🏼:

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

I don't know if it counts as "wild" but the one canon thing I most wish for, is running around in my head very wildly and that's very likely not going to happen is: (Oh surprise) TINIA 😊❤️. And maybe that is also an kind of unpopular opinion. Julia Grosz and Tine Geissler back together happily ever after. Because Julia deserves to find some love and why the heck not with Tine Geissler. #LiebefürJulia

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

See answer for 👻. I'm very desperate about them 😅😂🤣🙈.

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

Phew, that one really is a tough question. Because of the nature of the small fandom and the pairing all of the comments that are shared are very special on their own.

The comments on the very first chapter of "Last Chance" though will probably have a very special place in my tiny heart.

Just because of the fact that I have never posted anything before storywise in my life, only ever wrote things down to get them put of my head but never shared them. But then the Tatort Hamburg episode "Schattenleben" touched me so deeply that I just wrote a piece of something. And did not expect to receive anything. But what I got back through the comments was so much more treasured. I re-discovered the joy of wroting that I had lost for a very long time as well aß the courage to post it online and see how others like the ideas that are constantly Rundung theough my head. And for that I am very grateful.

I'm just very thankful for all the lovely words.

@caromitpunkt @disappointingsalad @MJ & you always leave so generous words that keeps the re-found passion alive and going.

I got a comment from a person who mentioned that they usually just read and don't comment but couldn't resist because they enjoyed "Last Chance" so much, that was very lovely and really made my day 😊.

I'm happy if people from other fandoms come over and take their time to leave words of appreciation as well.

It's really cool when people point out their favorite lines or scenes or some of the details I put in (longer) stories once in a while.

If someone comnents they like the writing style that is allways nice because I really just write what I think and comes to my mind but never really had any education about it.

I love your comments @except4bunnies and input, because you are always very encouraging and share point of views that I probably haven't considered and I like to see stuff from another angle (your angle) and the open exchange that developes through that. For example if storylines or scenes that I decided on are realistic for certain characters. Not only about stories but also all FW things considered. I know you are quite alright with the canon version of Julia as it is and so I really apprecite that you still bear with my Tinia madness 😊.

The comments of @kuestenkindimherzen are always so heartwarming and escalating and I really love and am happy to have someone to share the Tinia madness with 🥰🙈.

In general I'm just very grateful for every single comment and everyone who shares their thoughts on stories, just because I like my ideas doesn't neccssarily mean they are awesome. So its nice to see if I can catch one emotion or another in a reader that I definitely had when writing scenes.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I would so love to see a fanvid of Julia Grosz to the music of Sigur Rós 😊. It would be even more perfect with Tine Geissler 🥰. That would really make my day, okay probably my whole year 😅✌🏼.

There is one scene from "Happiness" right at the beginning when Julia wakes up in the morning with Tine in her arms, their hands resting intertwined over Tines stomach. Kuestenkindimherzen commented that she would love to get a painting of that exact scene. And I can only agree wholeheartedly to that, I would very much love that too 🥰❤️.

Then there is that dance scene between Julia and Tine in "Last Christmas" at a police christmas party to Scalas version of "Last Christmas" that felt very special to me while writing it. I don't even know if that sparked as much joy for readers as it did for me while I imagined it in my head 🙈.

In the end, I would just be happy to get any Julia & Tine content at all 😅🥰❤️.

[dudemanauthor]

Full Blooded Vampire (Part 2)

Author's Note: Some day I'll post one of these here on Tumblr at an appropriate date. Until then, enjoy your out-of-season vampire getting chunky.

Weiss enjoyed these late night hours for department stores. With barely anyone there, there was barely anyone to recognise her, especially since the average store assistant could barely care less who she was and since her casual clothes drew a lot less attention. Being the daughter of a prominent businessman was hardly as exciting as, say, an actress or sports star.

On this night, Weiss was looking for more casual clothes, jeans, hoodies, things like that. She had a small stack of them and was carrying them into a changing room when she heard a voice call out.

"Hello? Is someone there? I'm… uh… stuck, and I need a little help getting out," the voice said. Weiss couldn't help but feel ⁷bad for whoever this poor girl was, and wanted to help her out. Her appreciation for larger girls helped that decision, but it was far from the only reason.

"Don't worry, I can help you," Weiss reassured as she set her clothes down in the little changing room next to the trapped woman. No wonder the poor woman was trapped, Weiss thought, as she really thought about how small these changing rooms were for someone who wasn't as disappointingly rail thin like herself. She went over to the other dressing room and opened the door. Inside, somewhat squished between the walls, was a pale fat girl. In fact, fat and pale might have been putting it lightly. Weiss was pale, the girl looked like she had never seen the sun in her life, which made her black and red hair stand out even more. Also, this girl was large enough to fill the changing room, mostly due to her prodigious belly, making Weiss glad the door opened outwards. That belly managed to peek out under the hem of the girl's red hoodie and hang over the strained waistband of her black jeans, which might not have started as skinny jeans but certainly were now. The girl flashed a nervous smile, and Weiss could have sworn that she saw an oddly sharp tooth, but she was more interested in the girl's girth. Were Weiss a less tactful person, she would have had some teasing remarks to make at the girl's expense, but Weiss wasn't that kind of person, especially when she had someone so attractively large in front of her.

"Heh, sorry to bother you…" the girl began, before Weiss held out her hand.

"Take my hand, I will get you out of there," Weiss reassured. The girl took Weiss' hand, making Weiss wince slightly at how cold the tubby trapped woman was. Then, on the count of three, Weiss pulled and the fat girl moved her feet. After a moment's effort, the fat girl popped free with enough force that she almost bowled Weiss over. Instead, her blubbery belly was just barely touching Weiss. Weiss did her best to resist the urge to touch it as she took a step back.

"Oh, thank you so much! I guess I really don't know my own size," the fat girl said with a nervous laugh as she patted her belly.

"Mmm, perhaps S Mart might be a better place for you to shop. Their changing rooms could fit three of you," Weiss suggested.

"Oh, I didn't know that was a thing. We don't have those in Vale, I'm kinda new to Atlas. Do you know where it is?" the fat girl asked.

"Of course, I can take you there if you would like," Weiss offered. "Of course, I would prefer to know who I'm taking with me."

"Oh, uh, I'm Ruby," the fat girl falteringly introduced herself. "And, uh, you don't have to do that if you don't wanna."

"Believe me, I would be more than happy to. Oh, and, also, my name is Weiss."

With that, the girls left for S Mart, another store in the mall they were in. Weiss guided the pair to the more casual clothes, which Weiss figured was more Ruby's style, before the pair made their choices and made for the changing rooms. These changing rooms were more like actually rooms, rather than the cupboard sized ones at the other place, which made Ruby breath a visible sigh of relief.

"Would you like some help in there?" Weiss offered oh so innocently.

"That's probably a good idea. It's a little tricky getting changed when you're my size," Ruby mentioned. The pair entered the changing room, which had more than double the room they needed.

"Now, top off, let's try these hoodies," Weiss hurried. As Ruby took her top off, she was left with just a boring looking peach coloured bra that dug into her back fat rolls and made her plump breasts spill out. "Poor you," Weiss commiserated, "dull and too small. You need to find somewhere to custom order your bras. They may be more expensive, but they are worth every lien. I can give you some recommendations later." Ruby's fingers were drawn to where her bra squished her breasts.

"Yeah, I probably should," Ruby agreed, "but I've been going through sizes pretty quickly lately." That comment got Weiss' full attention.

"I-is that so?" Weiss probed, mostly keeping her cool.

"Yeah, I've been blowing up like a balloon lately. By the time I'm done, I might be closer to a blimp," Ruby added. Weiss' flustered face went as red as Ruby's namesake, and if she wasn't so flustered she might have noticed a slight smirk on Ruby chubby face.

"O-oh, well, I suppose we should have gotten larger sizes for you then," Weiss commented, trying to sound like she wasn't mentally picturing an even fatter and much less dressed Ruby. She was absolutely doing that, but Ruby was too sweet and cute for Weiss to feel good about doing that.

Weiss helped Ruby into and out of the clothes she was trying on for the next little while, before deciding on the fairly predictable red, grey, and black tops and the darker jeans. As the pair paid for their clothes, they left the soon to be closing mall, stepping out into the cool.

"Oh, man, thanks Weiss, you're a life saver," Ruby said cheerily, making Weiss blush somewhat at how cute she was.

"O-oh, you're more than welcome," a flustered Weiss replied. There was a short, awkward pause as the two young women tried to figure out what to do from there. "So, um, you said you're new to Atlas?" Weiss asked, trying to break the ice.

"Yep, got here about a month ago. Used to live in Vale. Wait, did I mention that already?" Ruby nervously answered. Weiss did her best to brush past that comment.

"Well, perhaps we could meet up again soon. It would be nice to get to know you better, and maybe I can be your first Atlesian friend. A-assuming that you don't already have one, of course," Weiss offered in one of her less than smooth moments. The smoothness, or lack thereof, didn't matter to Ruby, as the tubby young woman was beaming with excitement.

"Oh my gosh, yes! I'd love that!" Ruby cheered as she wrapped Weiss in a smothering hug. Despite being squeezed by a luxuriously soft belly, the first thing that Weiss noticed was how cold Ruby was. It was strange, but Weiss was enjoying the belly too much to read too much into it. With that, the pair organized to meet again on Friday night at a nice little restaurant in a quiet part of Atlas, as Ruby sent a panicked message to Yang asking if vampires could eat regular food. Luckily, for the sake of not blowing her cover, she could. It would have basically no nutritional value to her unless it was blood, and trick her into thinking it was helping sate her, and she would need to feed on blood the next night for sure, but at least Ruby didn't have to make up some nonsense to get out of eating.

When Friday night came, Ruby was glad that she got herself a flannel red and black shirt a few sizes up, as she did not hold back on the feedings. She'd added a few more centimeters to all of her measurements, enough that the already snug clothes that she wore earlier that week were now only suitable for wearing at home, and nowhere near comfortable enough for her to consider it. She gave her overly plump belly a pat as she sat in her car in the restaurant carpark.

"Sorry blubber belly, gotta wait until tomorrow night for some real food," she told it, before hauling herself out of her car. She was just in time to see Weiss just arriving at the front door. Weiss was looking jaw droppingly beautiful in her blue and white dress and with her long ponytail done in a thick braid, upgrading from her regular beauty. Okay, maybe Ruby was smitten, but would a human and a vampire be able to have a relationship like that, Ruby asked herself. She decided to think about that later as she approached her new friend.

Weiss's eyes widened as her eyes drank in the sight of an even larger Ruby filling and threatening to overfill her shirt and jeans. If she didn't know better, she'd have thought that she was imagining things, but no, Ruby was, without a doubt, noticeably fatter than she had been merely a few days ago. Putting on weight that quickly, Weiss thought, only happened in her favourite smut. Needless to say, Weiss was curious, excited, and slightly aroused, even if she did her best to hide it. After very enthusiastic greetings from each of them, they entered the restaurant and were guided to their table. As they read the menus, Ruby's eyes were immediately drawn to the largest steak they had. That had to be her order, she knew it. Weiss's pasta salad seemed paltry in comparison, but Weiss was far from concerned. As for the drinks…

"Oh, I think I'd like a glass of the sauvignon blanc," Weiss requested. "Ruby, what would you like?"

"I don't drink wine. Or any other alcohol, actually. I'll be fine with the water," Ruby answered.

The pair chatted idly, Weiss asking about Ruby and Vale and Ruby asking about Weiss and Atlas. A little while later, their orders arrived and they dug in. It had been months at this point since Ruby last ate real food, or really anything that wasn't blood. As the steak hit her tongue, she realized how much she missed it. She powered through her steak, and even her salad, as surprised as she was that she missed salad, of all things. It was an impressive sight, seeing Ruby eat so much so quickly, and it was a sight that Weiss very much enjoyed, to the point where she often forgot about her own food. Even more excited was the effect that the food was having on Ruby. As it filled her stomach, Weiss could see the bloated belly pushing against Ruby's shirt, making gaps between the buttons just barely visible with her grey tank top underneath. The satisfied sigh and belly rub Ruby gave herself had Weiss even more excited. Ruby was enjoying herself too, even if the food wasn't exactly satisfying her hunger, as she enjoyed the feeling of filling her stomach and her clothes tightening around her growing belly, less like she was eating and more like she was filling her stomach with water or something like that. When Weiss suggested dessert, Ruby couldn't help but say 'yes', going for the big slice of mud cake and vanilla ice cream, with Weiss ordering a comparatively modest mochaccino. When all that sweetness and sugar hit Ruby’s lips, she was in heaven. She was so distracted on cloud nine that she didn’t even notice a button, which had been pulled tight right over her stomach, pop open. Luckily, it didn’t fly off and hit anything, but it did manage to damage Weiss’ resolve. She was desperately trying to keep her cool, but it was like watching her dream come true right in front of her.

As soon as Ruby finished her food, Weiss knew she had to make her move.

“Ruby, would you like to come back to my apartment?” Weiss offered, catching Ruby a little bit off guard.

“Oh, uh… that… that’d be nice, but, um, there’s something I should tell you,” Ruby began.

“Well, tell me when we get back to my apartment,” Weiss insisted. With that, the pair paid for their meals as Weiss sent Ruby her address. “I’ll see you there,” Weiss teased, in a feat of confidence that she didn’t know she was capable of, one that made Ruby forget about her concerns for just long enough to watch Weiss leave.

“Aw beans,” Ruby complained to herself as she made for her car.

A little while later, she was at Weiss’ door, with Weiss waiting for her.

“So, uh, about that thing…” Ruby tried to start again.

“Ah, come in and tell me,” Weiss said, her excitement starting to get the better of her. She opened the door and stepped inside, with Ruby lumbering in after her. She guided the two of them to a small minimalist couch and sat down. “So, what did you want to tell me?”

“Ah, geez, this is gonna be tough, but, uh…” This was the part where Ruby realised that she maybe should have rehearsed how to go about this. “Oh, man, um… I… am a vampire, so this might not work out.” There was a moment of silence, awkward silence from Ruby and thoughtful silence from Weiss.

“That explains it.”

“Wait, what?” Ruby blurted out. To be frank, that was not the response she had expected. It wasn't even in the top ten most likely responses.

“How cold you are, your pale skin, how alert you are so late at night, it all makes sense now, and while I don’t know for sure, I think it explains your rapid weight gain,” Weiss reasoned. Ruby sat there, stunned for a moment. “Oh, I hope that silence doesn’t mean I insulted you…”

“No, no, no, it’s not an insult, it’s just… wow, you totally figured it out,” Ruby said with an awed smile. “Oh, and, uh, yeah, the weight gain is because of the vampire thing. Apparently cow and pig blood fattens you up if you have ‘too much’,” she added, grabbing her fat gut and shaking it, in order to emphasise her point. “Is, uh, is that a problem? The weight thing, I mean.”

“Oh, goodness, no, not at all.” Weiss leant in nice and close to Ruby, placing a hand on Ruby’s tree-trunk thigh and another on her behemoth of a belly. “In fact, I think it’s a very good thing,” she purred, making a shiver run up Ruby’s spine.

“O-oh, good, ‘cause I like being fat too,” Ruby admitted, her small smile betraying her excitement. Weiss leant in further, her skinny body sinking into Ruby’s fat, before her lips met Ruby’s. Weiss’ tongue snuck into Ruby’s mouth. Ruby thought it was just a passionate kiss, but Weiss’s tongue was searching for something, and her eyes widened when she found it, before she broke off the kiss.

“Well, there’s the fangs I was expecting,” Weiss said in a breathy voice. “If you promise that those won’t end up in my neck tonight, I think we can have some fun.”

“I’m not gonna bite you,” Ruby immediately replied. “Now, let’s have some fun.”

---

Weiss immediately leapt onto Ruby, pushing Ruby down onto the sofa. The pair locked lips, and while Ruby didn’t know what to do with her hands, Weiss knew exactly what to do, sinking her hands into Ruby’s pillowy breasts. Ruby let out a whining moan as Weiss groped her sensitive mammaries, moaning right into Weiss’ mouth. Ruby eventually settled on putting her hands on Weiss’ waist and bringing her in closer, making Weiss sink into Ruby’s blubbery belly. Ruby, being a vampire, knew that she wouldn’t need to break the kiss for air, but she was surprised at just how long Weiss could keep going. Weiss didn’t even break the kiss to start undoing Ruby’s shirt. Each button was popped open one by one, letting Ruby’s belly be mostly free, even if it was mostly covered by the grey tank top she wore underneath it. Weiss broke off the kiss to admire Ruby’s belly, and was entranced by the sliver of belly that hung out beneath the hem of her tank top.

“Arms up,” Weiss ordered, and Ruby immediately complied. Weiss grabbed the hems of Ruby’s shirt and tank top and pulled them off of Ruby quick as a flash. She spotted a sexy little scarlet and black lacy bra that Ruby was wearing. Unlike the boring one Ruby was outgrowing earlier in the week, this one was a perfect fit, even if Weiss was confident that that wouldn’t be the case for much longer. “Mmm, much better,” Weiss purred. “Undo it for me. I have something else to undo.”

“G-got it!” Ruby said in a breathy voice. She reached in front of herself and undid the clasp keeping her bra done up. Now that it was undone, Weiss had even easier access to Ruby’s fat tits. Weiss, however, was busy undoing Ruby’s jeans. Fortunately Ruby had gone without a belt, so all Weiss had to do was pop open the button and unzip the fly. Once she did, Weiss went to work. Her right hand was groping one of Ruby’s breasts, slipping into the open bra. Her mouth was on Ruby’s other breast, kissing and suckling. Her left hand dove into Ruby’s panties, managing the tight squeeze to slip between Ruby’s legs and into her core. The moment Weiss’ fingers hit Ruby’s most sensitive spots, Ruby was in heaven. It had been far too long since Ruby had given herself the attention that Weiss was showing her that she clearly needed. Weiss’ other hand and mouth brought Ruby’s pleasure to even greater heights. Ruby covered her mouth as lewd noises began to slip out. Either Weiss was very, very good at this, or Ruby really, really needed this. Either way, Ruby found herself hurtling towards an orgasm incredibly quickly. She was letting out orgasmic moans within a minute as she hit her limit. She did her best to keep quiet, but she was loud enough to fill the silence of Weiss’ apartment, and for Weiss to hear it and feel very proud of herself.

“Finished already? You poor girl, you needed this, didn’t you?” Weiss teased, sending shivers down Ruby’s spine.

“Oh, gods yes!” Ruby cried out, as aftershocks of her powerful orgasm rolled through her. Weiss got up off the couch.

“Up, Ruby, and strip for me,” Weiss ordered. Ruby got up as quickly as her heavy body could manage. She slipped out of her undone bra easily enough, but her jeans were a little more difficult. Fortunately, Weiss was there to help her out of those jeans and panties that Ruby was crammed into. Once Ruby was nude, Weiss took a moment to saunter around Ruby, admiring Ruby’s obese for. “Are all vampires as beautifully voluptuous as you, dear?” Weiss asked, her voice low and husky. Ruby might not have been able to blush, but she did look one blush away from being very flustered.

“A-actually, my sister wanted me to lose weight and stay slim. It’s why I moved to Atlas,” Ruby admitted.

“And what a fine choice that was,” Weiss said, leaning on Ruby and sinking into her soft side. “You’re far more attractive at this size,” she added, grabbing Ruby’s belly. As her hands sunk into the fat flesh, Weiss had an idea. “Come with me dear.”

A moment later, the pair were in Weiss’ bedroom and Weiss was pushing Ruby onto the bed. Ruby’s hefty body sunk into the mattress, her fat rolling like the waves. She sat there, a little dumbfounded at Weiss’ dominant attitude as she watched Weiss strip. Compared to Ruby, and almost anyone else for that matter, Weiss was very skinny. When she clambered atop Ruby’s globe of a belly, Ruby barely even noticed Weiss’ weight. What she very quickly noticed was Weiss riding her belly, grinding her core against Ruby’s belly. It was a wonderful sight, with Weiss losing herself to the pleasure and letting it show on her face as her mouth hung open and her eyes were rightly shut, while she let out moan after moan. Ruby wanted to come with her. So, she reached around to finger herself, a difficult task with her gargantuan belly in the way, but she managed it. Soon, her moans mixed in with Weiss’ in an orgasmic chorus. Again, Ruby came first, but Weiss was not far behind. As Ruby watched Weiss come, she felt an urge to keep Weiss coming. She reached up and grabbed Weiss by the waist. She then lifted Weiss up and placed Weiss on her face, her core on Ruby’s lips. Ruby let her tongue into Weiss’ core and went to work. Weiss’ core was still pulsing from her orgasm and was still sensitive, so Ruby’s tongue drove her wild.

“Oh, gods, Ruby! Don’t stop! Never stop!” Weiss cried out. Ruby, with her infinite stamina, was more than happy to oblige. Her tongue brought Weiss to orgasm after orgasm as Weiss held on for dear life to whatever she could. When Ruby did occasionally look up at Weiss, Weiss was a sweating, panting, pleasure-drunk mess of a woman, a far cry from the prim and proper woman that took her to dinner, but gods did Ruby love the view. It told her that she was doing a great job of making Weiss feel good, and that feeling warmed her undead heart. After a little while, Weiss was so far gone that she stopped trying to keep herself upright, just deciding to fall back and rest on Ruby’s pillowy belly. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her eyes drooped as she kept coming, her moans getting mixed in with whispered declarations of love for Ruby. Before long, Weiss could feel herself fading.

“Ruby… too good… need a break…” Weiss said, out of breath and barely alert. Fortunately, Ruby did stop. She lifted Weiss up and gently placed her in the bed next to her.

“Was, uh, was that too much?” Ruby asked sheepishly.

“Gods no,” Weiss immediately replied in a dreamy voice. “It was incredible. We should do this again, and again and again.”

“Phew, I’m glad I did good,” Ruby said as she rolled over. Her belly lay on top of Weiss as she shuffled in closer to give Weiss a gentle smooch. Weiss kissed back, but with nowhere near the intensity she had at the start of the night. As the pair broke off the kiss, Ruby leant up to give Weiss a little kiss on the forehead. “Looks like you need a rest. I’ll see you when I wake up.”

---

The next night, Ruby woke up nude in an unfamiliar room. It took a moment for her brain to kick in and realise that it was Weiss’ bedroom. It took another moment to realise that the noise outside the room was Weiss. Ruby was up just in time for Weiss to come back in in her pale blue dressing gown, loosely tied up as if to tease at the possibility that it could ‘accidentally’ fall open right in front of Ruby.

“Oh, Ruby. I’d say ‘good morning’, but I don’t know if vampires do that,” Weiss joked.

“Heh, sorry. I didn’t realise I’d stayed the whole night. Or day. Whatever.”

“Trust me, Ruby, after last night, you’re always welcome here,” Weiss purred, as she sashayed over towards Ruby. Just before she got to Ruby, Ruby’s large stomach growled with hunger so loudly that even Weiss could hear it loud and clear. The sound stopped Weiss in her tracks immediately.

“Oh, jeez, I gotta go, I gotta get some blood, and I’m not taking yours, so I gotta go find a farm or something and get some blood or something bad happens, and I’m not sure what that is, but I don’t wanna find out,” Ruby rattled off as she got changed. With her vampiric super speed, she was changed back into her clothes before she finished speaking.

“Well, Ruby, before you go, I have something I want to say to you,” Weiss said, stepping closer to Ruby. She moved even closer, bringing herself into a soft embrace with her blubbery girlfriend. “When you go out tonight,” Weiss whispered into Ruby’s ear, “I want you to find a nice, big farm, and feast on all the cows and pigs that you can. I want you to come back full and ready to burst. Understood?” Ruby’s flustered face had gone bright red. Weiss was good at this, too good.

“Y-yes ma’am,” Ruby whispered back.

“Good girl,” Weiss said in a sultry tone, breaking from the embrace. As Ruby moved past her, Weiss gave Ruby a hard spank on the well-padded large target that was Ruby’s bountiful behind. Of all the people Ruby could have revealed that she was a vampire to, Weiss was definitely the right person.

[zeta-in-de-walls]

Maybe it’s just me idk, but I feel like Tommy’s character on the SMP is somehow the one with the best morals. 

See, he definitely causes mischief, but he never intends to hurt anyone. His motive is always to have fun - both to entertain himself and others even if it means causing property damage along the way. And yeah he likes causing damage but Tommy doesn’t seem to value material possessions much (aside from objects of sentimental value), maybe cause his own stuff gets griefed/stolen all the time - so he’s self-centred, sure, but he’s never malicious. 

Okay, but morals? Yeah! Tommy is incredibly loyal to his friends, he absolutely loves to talk to different people and get to know them and is quick to let them into his life and trust them. While he gets betrayed a lot, he doesn’t betray others, never going behind someone’s back for his own gain.Tommy’s not interested in power.  

Tommy loves to be liked and hates to be the bad guy - he doesn’t like to admit he’s in the wrong and is slow to apologise because he gets defensive - but if he seriously has messed up he will own up to it and try to fix his mistakes even if it takes a bit of time. The griefing of George’s house distaster is a good example - he behaved badly and didn’t realise the consequences of his actions. He felt like he was being treated unfairly as he hadn’t really done anything that bad in his mind - it was just a prank that was easily fixed so how was it his fault that their were massive obsidian walls around L’Manburg, and why were all his friends against him and calling him a liability when he’d always been so loyal to L’Manburg? And he argued and tried to avoid taking the fall - but he also didn’t want someone else to be blamed as he spoke up to defend Ranboo when he was under fire. When the anger had faded and he’d calmed down, he did become apologetic and had tried to cooperate with others. 

But Tommy’s also got ideals. Sometimes he tries to do what he believes is right, over what might be smart. The reason he tried to convince L’Manburg to challenge Dream wasn’t so much for selfish motives as he knew Dream was treating them all unjustly and they had to challenge injustice. Better to fight than surrender and comply with a cruel tyrant’s demands. (Tubbo was more pragmatic, thinking of what’s sensible rather than what’s right necessarily). In fact, Tommy believed Dream was in the wrong enough that he was willing to ask Technoblade for help, even though Technoblade had made it clear he had no love for the L’Manburg Government - Tommy somehow believed that he’d be able to convince him that fighting Dream was a worthy enough cause - that he was the greater evil. Tommy’s idealistic - he almost always believes in the best of people and was ready to believe that if he challenged Dream, the rest of the server would be on his side in spite of how little respect the server typically gives him. 

And Tommy never gave up on Wilbur either. He was very aware of the dark path Wilbur was taking, and tried his best to convince him otherwise. When Wilbur questioned whether what they were doing was right, Tommy asked Tubbo if he thought they were better for this country over Schlatt or not. Tommy never agreed with Wilbur’s plans - but he also never abandoned him and stayed with him, trying to convince him that there was a better way, that things weren’t so bleak. Wilbur, his mentor, said let’s blow up L’Manburg and Tommy said no, we can still win it back the right way. On war day, people were discussing who the traitors were and Tommy brought it up now and then but he never seriously doubted anyone. He even trusted in Wilbur enough to make him the President, over himself. And when Wilbur chose Tubbo, Tommy clapped louder than anyone, absolutely happy for his friends. When everyone was demoralised after it was all blown up and they’d finally killed the Withers, Tommy was there to motivate everyone and bring them to the L’Mantree to talk about how L’Manburg was still alive and they wouldn’t let this be the end. 

Currently in the story, Tommy’s trust in others is at an all time low, everything he’s put his faith in has disappointed him and he’s lost everything. But he hasn’t given up on his friends yet. Tommy let Dream destroy everything he had except for his pictures of Tubbo (and the prime log). Technoblade welcomed Tommy and explained how he wanted revenge and Tommy refused. He doesn’t want L’Manburg blown up, he’s angry at his friends, yes, but he also misses them and wants to make up more than anything else. He doesn’t want revenge. He just wants his music discs, a symbol of a happier time. Unlike Dream, who wants the discs in order to have control over him, Tommy wants those discs so he can listen to them with his friends. 

I hope that Tommy does not allow himself to get corrupted. I hope he will continue to try and believe in using words over violence, continue to trust others and to try and seek peace while always trying to do what he believes is right. He’s still got to grow - he does need to get better at listening and respecting others, and to start seeing that his actions have consequences, but his values have always been great. That’s a big part of why I appreciate him so much and he’s my favourite character and, even though he’s never called himself a ‘hero’ that’s how others have regarded him.

[bakuliwrites]

Milk and Honey- Kento Nanami

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Relationship: Kento Nanami x Unnamed OC (or Reader, you can interpret it either way! :) I didn't really have any particular OC in mind, I sort of just wrote and this is what came out)

Summary: There is nothing cursed in this room. Instead, this bedroom is a sanctum. A haven for their love. Nothing can taint it. Nothing can corrupt or befoul it. It is precious and sacred. Her heart, her soul, is his refuge. And his, hers.

Nanami and his beloved enjoy a peaceful, sultry afternoon together.

Tags: PIV, Lactation K*nk, Breastfeeding, Fluff, Smut, Comfort S*x, Praise K*nk, Body Worship, Honey Play, NANAMI NEEDS TO RELAX

A/N: Ooops, I wrote another Nanami fic. I can't stop myself. Oh, Kento Nanami <3 He deserves all the soft and peaceful and wonderful things in the world. He's such a sweetheart <3 I really couldn't resist writing a soft, fluffy, smutty fic for him. Something where he can just bask in the afternoon sunlight and make plans with his beloved for a bright future. As always, thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. Stay tuned for more Nanami content. Lots of love <3

Read here in this post or over on my AO3.

Honey trickles down the supple flesh of her bosom, clinging to the pert buds of her nipples like drops of amber. A bead lingers, glistening golden in the hazy afternoon light. What Kento wouldn’t give to be enveloped in this tranquil moment forever. Caught in her sultry gaze. He had wanted to try something new. She’d said, “Why not make it a little bit more exciting?”

So here they are, basking in the gilded beams of sun that filter through the delicate gossamer curtains of their shared bedroom. Kento kneels before her on the bed, awestruck like he was the very first time they made love. He sits patiently, deep brown eyes filled with a wonderment he’ll probably never rid himself of. He will always be bewitched by her, body and soul. A coy smile tugs at her lips, mischief glimmering in her irises as she drizzles sweet amber across her bosom. Plenty for him to enjoy, but not too much. Honey hangs on her collarbone, a bejeweled, confectionary adornment. 

She beckons him closer, done with her solitary activity, ready for him to partake. Her lips are the first thing to greet him, tongue tracing his, begging quietly for entrance. As he deepens the kiss, her soft moans into him are enough to send him reeling. Kento feels desperate for her, needy and immensely deprived. Her hands at the nape of his neck, clutching at the short hairs and tugging ever so slightly, make him huff. She giggles, delighting in Kento’s tragic mewling as she draws him back towards the pillows with her. She lays on one side, head resting in the heavenly pile of pillows she’s created, directing Kento to lay facing her. 

Kento’s hands never leave her, and his lips trail up and down her chest. Her scent is intoxicating, her skin silky and smooth. Kento tries to memorize her body with each pass of his large hands over her curves. Though in the years they’ve known and loved one another, he's already memorized her form perfectly. 

"No harm in refreshing your memory," she giggles, eliciting a rumbly laugh from him. Every piece of her is beautiful. His lips trail along the stretch marks on her stomach and thighs, honoring each one with gentle kisses. He traces the pale white lines that radiate out from her areolas, marks of the hard work her swollen breasts are doing. She winces a little at his touch.

"I'm sorry, my dearest," he apologizes, ghosting a kiss against each of her nipples, droplets of honey dappling his lips, "I couldn't resist."

She chuckles, reassuring him that she's alright. Kento busies himself kneading the tender flesh of her hips, luxuriating in her soft sighs, licking his lips of the bits of honey that cling to them. Her laugh graces his ears once again as he tickles the sensitive spot just behind her ears, leaving tiny love bites along her neck. 

“Kento, my darling, you’re too good to me,” she praises, and he feels heat blooming across his cheeks. She’s always so forthcoming with her praise. He hardly feels he deserves it, but she insists he does. 

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he returns, stealing one last kiss from her supple lips before settling in beside her. 

“Ready, my love?” she coos, cheeks rosy and eyes bright with affection. Kento, a man of few words, merely nods. This had been his idea, and he was glad she was on board. She's always treating him, always helping to wash away the stresses of his day. Life as a sorcerer is filled with so much peril. But she is always a place of safety, a place of peace. Kento wants to help her now. And, he thinks to himself, this will no doubt be relaxing for the both of them. Comforting and calming. Relieving. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she goes on, a flash of worry in her eyes, “I don’t want it to be- I don’t know… I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“I want to do this,” Kento returns, cupping her face in his hands, the pads of his thumbs caressing her cheeks, “You’ve been in so much pain lately. So, as long as you’re okay with it-”

“I am,” she beams, “I’m ready.”

Kento settles himself in. The fresh linens are cool on his overheated skin. Her perfume is heady in his nose and he wouldn't have it any other way. He gazes up at her through hooded lashes, eyes bright with adoration. The look she returns is one of deep affection, a small smile scrunching up the corners of her eyes. Kento is enamored. His lips close around her nipple, taste buds drawn in by the sweet taste of honey before he suckles and is hit with a burst of a new kind of succor. Her milk is sweet and slightly sour, filling him with warmth. She gasps softly before lightly raking her fingers through the short blonde strands of his hair. 

His calloused hands grasp her hips, pull her closer to him. Kento can feel her fingers dance down his ribs, tickle his stomach, and graze the hair just below his navel. He’s hard already, he can’t help it. The mere proximity of her, the tenderness of her touch, drinking her in, it’s all swirling around his mind. Building in his core, a lambent flame threatening to burst into a wildfire. Milk and honey dance on his tongue, while her fingers wrap around his cock. 

“Do you want me to?” she whispers, breath catching in her throat. Kento pulls back for air, his response a sloppy, desperate kiss against her lips. 

“Yes,” he manages to breathe before diving back into her swollen tits. His nerves are electric. The gentle tickle of her nails grazing his scalp. Every tender caress along all his battle scars. Her skillful hands at his groin. This moment is voltaic, charged with an energy Kento has only ever felt with her. When she leans down to press her lips to the top of his head, her hair creates a curtain hiding his face. Sunlight filters through the strands. There is nothing cursed in this room. Instead, this bedroom is a sanctum. A haven for their love. Nothing can taint it. Nothing can corrupt or befoul it. It is precious and sacred. Her heart, her soul, is his refuge. And his, hers. 

She strokes, up and down, the slow rhythmic motion of her hand aided by a bit of lube from the tube beside their bed. Kento drinks and she pumps. His husky grunts mingle with her tiny, pleasured moans. His fingers find their way to her heat, circling her clit in slow rotations. 

“Kento,” she whimpers, and it’s music to his ears. He switches now to her other breast, hoping he’s helped to relieve her even just a little bit. He hadn’t realized how much he would like this, how much she would like this. But this is bliss. She picks up her pace, and he follows suit, thumb circling her clit faster while he slips two fingers into her entrance. 

“Ah!” she gasps, “Kento, I need you.” 

He manages to grunt softly in response, breath fanning against her breast. He’s not quite done yet, but he will be soon. He has to be soon, or he won’t last much longer. Kento can already feel his cock twitching in her hands, and her walls shuddering around his fingers. 

“I need you inside me, my love,” she entreats, huffy little breaths escaping her lips. He needs to be inside her. He withdraws his fingers, pulls back from suckling, and almost smashes his lips to hers. Their kisses are hungry, messy and desperate. He hovers over her, his deep brown eyes meeting her sparkling irises. Breathless and flushed, she is a vision. She smiles up at him, the world brightening with her.

“You’re beautiful, Kento,” she beams, hands resting on the sharp angles of his cheekbones. Butterflies in his stomach is an understatement. His heart wants to pound straight out of his chest. He turns his head ever so slightly to press a lingering kiss into the palm of her hand.

“I’m spellbound by you,” he returns, and with this, she draws him in, crashing her lips against his. Slowly, he sheathes himself in her, pausing for a moment to allow her to adjust to his girth. Her legs wrap around his hips and press him flush against her. She holds him there for a moment, kiss after kiss searing against his lips, keeping him buried deep inside her. This is the closest their physical forms could ever be, and still, it doesn’t feel like enough. 

When she draws back for air and loosens her legs on his hips, Kento swipes his finger through some of the remaining honey on her breast and offers it to her. Gently, she laps it up, tongue swirling around the tip of his finger. Kento sucks in a breath, a burst of fire in his core. With this, he pumps into her, rhythmic and slow. He wants to take his time in worshipping her body. They rock their hips together, smooth like the swell of ocean waves. It fills him with serenity, with fire. 

There's a slight chill in the air, but it's warm in the house. The droning of cicadas fades into the background, the last vestiges of summer clinging desperately to the diminishing heat of the season. But all Kento can hear is his darling's soft moans and the whispered proclamations of love passed back and forth between them. 

“My darling,” he huffs, rolling his hips against hers, “I adore you.”

“And I, you,” she returns, eyes fluttering shut, her release imminent. The fire in him builds, the coil in her tightens. Her breasts bounce with each pump into her. Her breath is shallow, her moans needy. Kento grips the sheets tight, his pace becoming erratic. 

“Faster,” she implores him, fingernails digging into his back. He picks up his pace. So close. So close. He hits deeper and deeper inside her, and all of a sudden, her coil bursts with his flames. 

“Kento!” she cries, lyrical and lovely. He calls out her name just as melodious, adoration and love filling his voice. Kento buries his head in the crook of her neck, the sensation of her fingernails digging into the taut muscles of his back an utter delight. Her walls shudder around him as he releases into her. Stars dot his vision and electricity runs through his veins. Shakily, he stays inside her, allowing himself to catch his breath. They cling to one another, not ready to let go. 

Finally, when Kento does manage to pull himself from her, he watches as his cum drips down her thighs and onto the sheets. He’s about to get up to clean up his mess, but she holds out a hand to stop him.

“Stay for a minute,” she entreats, pulling him down to join her where she rests. Kento’s skin feels like it’s on fire when he flops down on the mattress next to her, sensitive and prickly. But he wants her close, even still. She rests on his chest, sticky honey clinging to them both. Silence passes between them, comfortable and warm. The room is hazy with sunlight, tiny dust motes floating in the beams, hovering weightless in the sun's gilded tendrils. This languid afternoon is everything Kento has needed. He is renewed in her embrace, refreshed in this tranquility. 

“Can I help clean you up?” Kento offers after a while. 

“Kento Nanami, always a gentleman,” she teases, giving him a small peck on the cheek, “I would love some help.” 

He runs to the bathroom, preps some warm washcloths for her, and tidies up the mess he made. He uses another one to wipe the remaining honey from her bosom. 

“Thank you, my darling,” she praises, as he lifts her into his lap. She fits so perfectly there, her heat against his groin, supple thighs straddling his. 

Carding her fingers through his hair, she presses her lips featherlight to his cheekbones before closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his. 

“I am the luckiest woman in the world,” she whispers.

“And I’m an even luckier man,” Kento returns, to which she chuckles. 

"Hmmm," she hums, snuggling up closer. Kento runs his hand lazily through her hair, the feeling of her soft locks caressing each of his fingers an absolute joy.

"Let's go away," she mumbles with a smile, "To that beach we've always talked about. We can sift through the tide pools and read books in the sand."

Kento beams, eyelids shut in utter contentment.

"That would be lovely."

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I am so excited for Skill of a Valkyrie Part 2!!! I requested it and have been watching it move up the list! I fell in love with the first part as soon as you posted it! I just love young Loki before all the self loathing. And he deserves all the love and happiness!! So I re read part one and then went on a binge through a lot (almost all) your stories and they all are still just as good the umptienth time I’ve read them… as they were the first time 💕. When I’m having I a bad day I come to your blog to feel better… So some of them I’ve read a lot. Ok sorry I’m done rambling. I really just meant to express my excitement! Hope all is well in your little growing world!!! 💕 🥰 💕

Oh you are so lovely kind anon 🥰 Thank you for your words of appreciation! I love that you enjoy reading and rereading my stories 😊

I am so excited to get back to the Skill of a Valkyrie storyline! It's a very different version of Loki, the young and mischievous prince - he's so much fun to write!

I'm already getting ahead of myself with the story for part 2, so it may be another somewhat lengthy part 😅 but in any case, here is a preview under the cut:

"How are you feeling, Loki? Is that shoulder troubling you at all?" you asked, gesturing toward the location of the former spear wound.

"Not one bit. You're truly a miracle worker, Valkyrie," he responded proudly, rolling his shoulder a couple of times as though to prove his point.

"Heed caution, Loki. Overconfidence is what got you into this mess in the first place."

"I'm not being overconfident." He took a few strides closer to you, that characteristic smirk overtaking his features. "If anything, I'm singing you praises. Don't let it go to your head, now, love."

"Come, now. You know I know better than that." Loki lifted his hands to cup your jaw on either side, tilting your face up toward himself as he leaned closer, your noses nearly touching. "Loki... you have duties to attend to," you warned half-heartedly, melting into his touch all the same.

"Mm, indeed I do." He closed the few inches of space remaining between you, capturing your lips with his. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his waist, hands coming to rest against the small of his back. He hummed in approval, one of his own hands falling from your neck to your waist so he could tug you impossibly closer. Gods, he was intoxicating. Your willpower to resist his charms and keep him on task crumbled so easily with the gentlest touch.

Regretfully, you pulled away, resting your forehead against his. "Loki, I'm serious! You must not shirk your duties as prince just to spend the afternoon kissing me."

"Why ever not?" He tilted his head slightly to steal another swift kiss. "Kissing you is far better than any council gathering. They shall barely notice my absence."

"No, no. I won't allow it." You leaned back slightly to evade his advances. With a guttural growl, Loki tightened his arm around your waist to pull you closer once again, his lips finding yours despite your protests. You couldn't help but laugh against his mouth. Cheekily, you slipped your hands from his back to his waist, pinching rapidly at his sides for just a moment.

"Mm-hm-hehey!" he spluttered, breaking apart from your lips as his hands shot down to capture yours.

"Attend your council meeting, or I'll tickle you senseless," you threatened with a smirk, digging your fingertips into his sides once for emphasis. His grip on your hands tightened in an effort to still your tickling fingers.

"This is entirely unfair, you know. Holding this over my head in such a way."

"I never said I was playing fair."

[shift-shaping]

Solas/Surana Party Banter round whatever

hello. here it is again, but different this time! SIGNIFICANTLY. there's way more and it's a little bit ~angst-y~. anyway, here's the previous version, and here's a preface to this post.

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In case you aren't aware of what my girl's Whole Deal is, she was in love with Alistair during the Blight and he sacrificed himself, which Sucked Balls for her. She wandered around in the mountains for most of the past ten years, and now she's in the Inquisition because she doesn't know what else to do with her life.

content warnings: brief mention of colorism

Lots of banter under the cut

Solas: Surana. Now that you have joined the Inquisition, what title do you prefer to use?

Surana: What title do you use?

Solas: None. But you have earned many.

Surana: 'Warden,' I guess. I don't really care.

Solas: Not 'Hero of Ferelden?'

Surana: No. Surana is fine.

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Solas: You dislike your title?

Surana: It is inaccurate. Alistair was the real hero, and he died fighting the archdemon --I only ever did what I had to do.

Solas: Hm.

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Solas: You do not think yourself a hero?

Eirwen: *sighs* If a man is ordered to save a child from a burning building or else be killed himself, is he really a hero? No, he is not.

Eirwen: Had I not been made a Warden, I would have been killed or made Tranquil. I did not choose to do the right thing. I was forced to.

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Surana: Why do you keep asking me so many questions, Solas?

Solas: You are an historical anomaly. An elven mage elevated to the status of legendary hero.

(If the Inquisitor is an elf, a mage, or both:

Eirwen: Well apparently it’s not that anomalous.

Solas: Even still.)

Solas: I have seen echoes of your victories in the Fade alongside reflections of your losses. You have overcome a great deal. Do not be so quick to dismiss your own story.

Surana: Your dreams are lying to you. That legacy is not mine to claim.

Solas: I will not try to convince you otherwise, but know this: whatever bitterness you feel towards your legacy, you will gain far more accepting it than you ever would fighting its tide.

Surana: This isn't really about me, is it?

Solas: It never is.

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[After All New, Faded for Her]

Eirwen: I’m sorry about Wisdom, Solas.

Solas: I appreciate that. Thank you.

Eirwen: It must have had a wealth of knowledge. It is a shame to lose so much for so little.

Solas: There is a difference between wisdom and knowledge.

Eirwen: Right, yes. I remember a joke about that. Would you like to hear it?

Solas: Not particularly.

Eirwen: *clears her throat* Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is knowing it does not belong in a fruit salad.

Solas: ...

Eirwen: Too soon, I suppose. Sorry.

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Solas: Thank you, Surana.

Eirwen: I told you, Dorian and I aren’t fond of that particular vintage. And we thought you’d appreciate the earthy tones.

Solas: Thank you for that as well, I think, but that is not what I as referring to.

Eirwen: Oh?

Solas: Your joke. You… it was unexpected. But not bad at all.

Eirwen: Oh. Well, that’s about the least dirty joke I know. Want to hear one a drunken dwarf told me in the Deep Roads?

Solas: Another time, perhaps.

Eirwen: Ah, you wouldn’t like it anyway.

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Solas: Surana. You said before that a man ordered to save a child from a burning building under threat of death would not be a hero.

Solas: I disagree.

Surana: Oh?

Solas: The man threatened with death may not see himself as particularly noble, but the child will always see him as their savior. Regardless of his motivations, he will always be a hero to the child he saved.

Surana: So no matter who or what made him do it, he is still a good person because another thinks him such?

Solas: I did not say that. 'Heroic' and 'good' are not necessarily the same.

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Surana: So what is your point, then? That I should make people call me 'Hero' at Skyhold?

Solas: My point is that you should not feel guilty if they believe you to be someone you are not. You cannot control them, and attempts to the contrary will only serve to make you miserable.

Surana: Why do you care so much? Why does it matter to you how I feel about being called 'the Hero of Ferelden'?

Solas: It --doesn't. You are right, of course. And I meant no offense.

Surana: That's not-- I'm not offended, I'm curious. I want to know why it matters to you, a random wandering apostate, whether I call myself a hero or a bastard or a drunkard or nothing at all.

Solas: It is as I said: elven mages are rarely given the level of respect and admiration that you are. It is a shame you see no benefit in that.

Surana: Benefit? Like what, seeing my ears cut off in statues? My staff turned into a sword? My skin lightened in paintings and my relationships reduced to spectacle or seduction?

Surana: Maybe I am offended. I would love to be an anonymous apostate. I was, for a while, but I couldn't stop trying to live up to a version of me that doesn't exist, never has, and never will. The real hero is dead, and you have me instead.

Solas: You must let that be enough, Surana.

Surana: It isn't.

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Surana: Solas, you have dreamt in all sorts of places, right?

Solas: Yes.

Surana: Have you ever --well, did you ever see the Battle of Denerim, in your dreams?

Solas: Not as you would remember it.

Surana: Of course not. But... I mean-- did you--

Solas: It is done, Surana. You cannot linger there.

Surana: How do I do that? How do I stop seeing it?

Solas: You do not. But instead of letting it weigh you down, let that pain be what pushes you forward. Focus on where you must be, and what you must do. You are needed here, now, exactly as you are, not as the person you were in Denerim. Whoever others think you are, you must go forward as who you know you are. If you lose sight of that, you are lost.

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Surana: Solas, thank you.

Solas: For what?

Surana: You know full well what.

Solas: I try to help, when I can. The pain you carry is... familiar.

Surana: Familiar?

Solas: You feel guilt simply for being alive, as though self-flagellation will make you worthy of existence.

Surana: Self-flagellation? *dryly* You have a way with words, you know.

Solas: *just as dryly* You flatter me.

[If neither Solas nor Surana are romanced]

Surana: You deserve the flattery.

Solas: Is that a compliment, from the Hero of Ferelden herself?

Surana: I take it back. You're an ass and I hate you.

Solas: *chuckles*

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[After Here Lies the Abyss]

Surana: I didn’t know you disliked the Wardens so much, Solas.

Solas: It was not worth mentioning.

Surana: Not until it became acceptable to criticize us, you mean.

Solas: What have the Wardens actually accomplished in terms of understanding the Blight? Do you honestly feel you understand it any better than you did before you became one?

Surana: Is that a serious question? Do I understand it better after witnessing its ravages than I did when I’d merely read about them in a book?

Solas: What did the Wardens teach you? What did you learn from them, about the Blight?

Surana: More than I will ever tell you.

Solas: *bitterly* Ah. Of course.

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Surana: You have always been an apostate, have you not?

Solas: By your Chantry’s definition, I suppose.

Surana: My chantry? Am I the Divine now, too? *scoffs* Anyway, you have never spent time in a Circle.

Solas: No.

Surana: Then one thing I will tell you about the Wardens is this: there is no other path to freedom for many mages than to join them. You were not dragged from your home in chains because of what you are. You were not barred from dreaming, nor threatened with Tranquility when you failed to perform a difficult spell.

Solas: You should not have had to make that choice, Surana.

Surana: Yet I did, because it was the only one I had. And the Wardens are all the world has to counter the Blight. You can disagree from your tower in Skyhold or your hut in the woods or whatever, but we are working with what is available to us. Come up with a real solution and I will listen. But I’m uninterested in ignorant complaints from someone who was not there.

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Surana: It’s not my Chantry.

Solas: Poor wording, on my part.

Surana: I don’t even like the Chantry.

Solas: Abelas. I meant no offense.

Surana: Yes, you did. Or you just don't care.

Solas: What would you have me say, Warden?

Surana: Nothing. Just be quiet.

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Solas: Where was home to you, Surana? Before the Circle?

Surana: *sighs* An orphanage in Denerim’s alienage.

Solas: Really? Huh. In that case, I would have expected you to sound more like Sera.

(Sera, if present: What? You think all city elves sound the same?

Solas: You are from the same section of the same city. Why would you not have the same accent?)

Surana: I don’t sound like Sera because I was beaten in the Circle until I spoke 'properly.’ No offense to Sera, of course.

(Sera, if present: More reasons to be glad I’m not like you two.)

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Solas: I am sorry, Surana. Living in the Circle must have been difficult, and I imagine being a Warden during the Blight was no easier.

Surana: *sighs* It’s alright. You couldn’t have known.

Solas: I should have tried. I have done you a disservice, and I hope you can forgive me.

Surana: Maybe. Possibly. Did you bring any of that wine with you?

Solas: Unfortunately not.

Surana: *playfully* Then, no.

Surana: …But please, call me Eirwen.

Solas: Eirwen. Ma nuvenin.

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[After Surana hears Cole and Solas banter for the first time]

Surana: Oh! I think I got that one, it's --oh, wait. No, that can't be it.

Cole: You were close, though.

Solas: Nearly had it.

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[If Eirwen is romanced by an elven Inquisitor]

Solas: *playfully* For all your talk of wanting anonymity, Eirwen, you seem incapable of avoiding spectacle.

Surana: Is this about the drunken bear? I already apologized for that.

Solas: No. You and the Inquisitor. Two of the most powerful elves in Thedas, together?

Surana: Jealous?

Solas: Not for the reason you think.

Inquisitor: How could we resist?

Surana: We are both very pretty.

OR

Inquisitor: One day we will be free of all of this. Together.

Solas: For your sakes, I hope you are right.

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[If Solas is romanced and Eirwen's personal quest is completed]

Solas: You no longer consider yourself a Grey Warden, Eirwen?

Surana: Did the Inquisitor tell you that?

Solas: Yes. You threw your badge into the Abyss.

Surana: Bit dramatic, I suppose. I was having a moment.

Solas: Evidently.

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Surana: It almost felt traitorous, honestly.

Solas: Why? You were forced to join the Grey Wardens, were you not?

Surana: They still saved my life.

Solas: And condemned you to an early death. They bought you time, nothing more.

Surana: But time is all any of us have, isn't it?

Solas: No. You have a name, and experience, and the influence to pull the strings behind the world.

Surana: Careful. You'll make the Inquisitor jealous.

Solas: I am not attempting to flatter you. I am only telling you what you must already know: that you are more than a Warden, and always have been.

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Surana: Where will the two of you go, once this is over?

Inquisitor: (Somewhere quiet) A place where we can be left alone.

OR (Somewhere fun) Someplace with good wine.

OR (Home) North. Where my people are.

Solas: An appealing prospect, vhenan.

Inquisitor: What about you, Eirwen?

Surana, based on the Inquisitor's answer to the previous question: (Somewhere quiet) Somewhere without so many damn demons.

OR (Somewhere fun) I was thinking Rivain. I've heard the food is excellent.

OR (Home) The Deep Roads. Where my people are.

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[If neither Solas nor Eirwen are romanced]

Solas: Have you ever learned any elven, Eirwen?

Surana: Unfortunately not. A few words here and there, a long time ago. It wasn’t exactly taught in the Circle.

Solas: Would you like to?

Surana: I –oh. I hadn’t –um.

Solas: *chuckles* You do not have to learn.

Surana: No! I would love to. From you, I assume?

Solas: I cannot imagine you were going to learn it from Sera.

Sera, if present: I prefer real words, thanks.

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Solas: What elven words do you recall, from your alienage?

Surana: Ah… okay. Hahren, that’s like… elder, or leader. The tree in the middle was called the vhenadahl. Lethallan is like friend, or ally, or maybe even sister?

Solas: Do you know what vhenadahl means?

Surana: It must be something about a tree.

Solas: And where is it, in the alienage?

Surana: A central place, somewhere everyone could see it.

Solas: And what is another word for the middle of something that lovers might call each other?

Surana: …Heart?

Solas: So what do you think 'vhena’ means, if 'dahl' is tree?

Surana: Uh... heart?

Solas: Yes. But also 'home.' The vhenadahl was both the home of your people, and the heart of the alienage.

Sera, if present: Just call it what it is --a big stupid tree.

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Surana, in elven: *haltingly, mumbling* [Her early leaf’s a flower… but] –shoot.

Solas, in elven: [But only so…?]

Surana: M- it starts with an ’m’…

Solas: Take your time.

Surana: Meh- malath?

Solas: *laughs*

Surana: Is that wrong? Shit, that must be wrong.

Solas: Not wrong, per say, but perhaps premature.

Surana: What? What did I say?

Solas: Do not concern yourself with it, lethallan.

Surana: …was it dirty?

Solas: No.

Surana: …then what was it?

Solas: Patience, Eirwen.

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Surana: I found out what ‘ma lath’ means.

Solas: I would expect nothing less from such a gifted student.

Surana: Mhm. It’s –well. I’m glad I said it, but you were right. It was premature.

Solas: I agree. Though...

Surana: Though?

Solas: *chuckles* I think this is neither the time nor place.

Surana: What is, then?

Solas: When I have you alone, Eirwen.

Surana: *laughs awkwardly* Maker's breath...

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Sera + Surana

(If Solas has begun "teaching Eirwen elven")

Sera: So… you and Droopy ears.

Surana: Why do you call him that?

Sera: Cause he’s all –I don’t know, sad or wha'ever.

Sera: Anyway. Teaching you 'the ways of the elves,’ is he?

Surana: It’s just not a very good nickname, frankly.

Sera: Well I don’t want to know what you call him.

Surana: Certainly not droopy.

Solas, if present: *snorts*

Sera: *laughs* Ew! Keep it to yourselves, then!

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Solas: Eirwen, I–

Solas: I am sorry we had to cut our lessons short.

Surana: It’s… I understand. We… no, you were right.

Solas: Please, Eirwen.

Surana: Perhaps, in another life, another time, we could have–

Solas: You are a bright light in a dark world. You will always be important to me, for whatever that is worth.

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Surana: Can I ask you a question, Solas?

Solas: Of course.

Surana: It's not about me, is it?

Solas: I--

Surana: It's about trying to fight the tide.

Solas: Eirwen...

Solas: I am so, so sorry.

Surana: Telanadas, hahren.

Solas: Ma nuvenin, vhenan.