#that's really my ultimate goal lmao

[ajarofpickledtears]

i wish i had something that kept me going and gave me some kind of drive but

[veveisveryuncool]

HII ok so would anyone believe me if i said i'm like 17 pages into my Moominvalley S4 rewrite......

yeah so! here are some fake storyboards i've come up with for a few of the episodes i have plotted out! right now, i've only got about half the episodes with a rough plot, but i've written a crap ton of analysis for each character arc, episode, and overall narrative and how they could be improved, especially since i felt really... unsatisfied with the final season? it didn't feel like a satisfying conclusion to the characters nor story as a whole (due to a lottt of problems, but i think i've rambled about them for too long lol), so i plan to rewrite that fourth season through a mix of art and writing to attempt to give this show the impactful ending it deserves :]

[dragonbleps]

"X group of people deserve to feel attractive/desirable/valuable"

and

"If the only way you know how to support people/say they have value is to say they're fuckable, that's messed up in several ways actually"

are two thoughts that not enough people allow to coexist and it shows

[princekirijo]

Honestly would love to try writing again but I don't think I would post it anywhere.

[magentagalaxies]

i really want to start making a table collecting statistics on the audience demographics i'll perform my aubrey material for (like what generation most of the audience is, whether i'm performing in a predominantly queer space, etc.) and how well the jokes land bc like. i need to collect more data points before i can properly present my findings but the results so far have been fascinating

[todayisafridaynight]

Loving all the Mine chat today! In a world where neither of them have Daigo to fixate on (for whatever reason) what do you think interactions between Mine and Masato/Aoki would be like? All your comics have them obv pitted against one another (always gives me a giggle gotta say!!) but I'm curious bout your thoughts on them/their potential interactions if Daigo wasn't part of the equation. I think they could be so evil together in whatever capacity. Real "I could make him worse" territory.

Sorry if this is a bit silly (I know removing Daigo removes a lot of other things too) I just love listening to you talk about guys ™️ lmao

i am a renowned Guy(TM) Talker this is a fair thing to assert

BUT honestly they'd probably like. not be friends or Sincerely get along but they'd probably use each other one way or another if given the opportunity: aoki wanting to exploit mine's skills, knowledge, and wealth, all the while mine At Least keeping an eye on aoki's influence (and if he wanted to do his homework probably keep tabs on the arakawas) and considering if it'll have potential use down the line. it's not like it's hard to imagine them having similar ideologies or morals either

mine'd absolutely loathe aoki's pride in his philosophy tho- even if it does align with his own somewhat LMAO

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[imwritesometimes]

I don't even want to know what the word count is on this bâseball scene jfc 🙃

[thegempage]

tbh fifteen year old opal was right

(i should get a severe breast reduction or just straight up top surgery)

[shiroxichigo]

Ichigo gets a lot of shit (typically from outside of the Bleach fandom) for being a character whose wants/goals never change from beginning to end of his series. He always wants to protect people (and even though I could argue that he went from only wanting to protect those close to him to wanting to protect everyone he can, that's not the point I'm making with this post).

I think a lot of people who only give Bleach a passing glance fail to see Ichigo's true character growth. It's not about what his goals are or who he's trying to protect, but rather, it's about how he achieves it.

Ichigo is very self-sacrificing in the first third of Bleach. He believes that if the mission is successful, then it doesn't matter how broken or close to death he gets. The mission, saving Rukia (and hurting/killing as few people in the process), is all that matters.

Then, when a part of himself (his inner hollow) emerges, and says "hey yeah no, I'm not letting you get yourself killed and I'm also not letting you hold back against your enemy", Ichigo immediately rejects it.

It's not until he defeats his inner Hollow that we see Ichigo really dive into a fight with the intent to kill. The problem is, once his Hollow is defeated, he thinks that's it. He's freed himself of that part of him and he can go back to being self-sacrificing.

We see this throughout the Hueco Mundo arc. It's why saving Orihime parallels saving Rukia. Ichigo naively thinks he can suppress a part of himself. He bottles it up until it explodes, coming back to haunt him in his fight with Ulquiorra, etc. He learns that side of himself isn't so easily tucked away, and if he recklessly endangers himself, he could end up endangering his friends too. At his own hand, no less.

Then Ichigo discovers he can commit the ultimate sacrifice. Final Getsuga Tenshou. He can throw away these powers and the parts of himself that he doesn't like, and he can get rid of Aizen all in one go. He's lucky that it worked, but only because Kisuke was there.

Then, once Ichigo is powerless, he learns that's not what he really wants. Life doesn't "go back to normal". The can is open, and there's danger out there beyond just Aizen. And Ichigo can't do anything to stop it unless he gets his powers back.

So he does. Then he cuts down the threat to his friends and family. And he doesn't hesitate this time. Yes, he still has compassion for his enemies (he even goes to the Soul Society to ask for Ginjo's body so he can give him a proper burial), but he's learned not to hold back and he's learned that new threats will appear and he'd rather have the power to face them head on.

So then comes TYBW, and Ichigo is facing battles head-on without hesitation. He goes straight to the "bad guys" with the intention of cutting them down. He learns the truth about who his Inner Hollow is, and he accepts it. He's even willing to accept whatever consequences may come from training in the Royal Palace and becoming stronger. He accepts his power and potential fully, and learns that he has what it takes to protect his loved ones with his strength, and not with a sacrifice.

Ultimately, he heals the part of himself that thinks his life is worth less than other people's. He heals the part of himself that blames himself for not protecting his mother (when he was 9!! Like come on Isshin, put the kid in therapy!! Anyway...) He grows into someone who knows his self worth. And I think, for me at least, that makes him one of my favourite protagonists of all time. Because can't most of us relate to feeling worthless at times? And don't we also wanna overcome that?

Thanks for reading my ramble lmao, I'm sure this could have been more elegantly written but I'm very sleepy and just wanted to get my thoughts out there.

[leviathanxprincess]

Introducing The Kings to Your Plushies

me and my bestie have a joke about my faves showing up to my place for sex and i would not realize and just start talking about my plushies based on this dumb post we saw once, thought it'd be funny to turn into an actual scenario lol might do this for the other devils, angels, minhyeok if the ppl are interested lol notes: mildly sexual - not really anything deeply insane, gender neutral reader !!!

Satan

On one hand, he thinks you're really cute. On the other hand, he's here to fuck so.

He's going back and forth so much in his head for a moment he's not even paying attention to you talking oops.

Gets so frustrated and angered from trying to decide what to do it ultimately ends with him just jumping on you.

Cut you off mid word with an incredibly heat filled kiss from rage.

Honestly you might not even 100% be certain what happened but you're not complaining!! You can always talk about the rest of your plushies later!!!

Well. If Satan doesn't fuck you until the point you're resting for the next couple days.

Once he actually pays attention to you talking about them he'll remember some names here and there, but he will get them wrong on purpose to try and see you angry lol.

Mammon

The reality is he probably got you most of these plushies.

He adores seeing how you cherish them and the lore you've decided for them!!

Will remember every single detail you tell him about them!!

He thinks it's super cute and will humor you for the moment.

However, Mammon will get what he wants eventually. But for right now you're so adorable how could he tell you no?

He is DEFINITELY teasing you later once he does get to sleep with you about how cute you are.

This man lives to see you embarrassed and shy from his compliments.

Is probably buying you even MORE plushies now, hope you're prepared for that!

Leviathan

I think it depends at the point in your relationship, if it's early on he might just toss the plushies aside and get to the point of what he wants.

Later on I do think he genuinely listens, even if he's impatient and pretends like he doesn't care. If it's important to you he does care, just doesn't always show it.

Especially if you use the plushies as a form of comfort due to trauma or any other issues.

You won't even realize how much he paid attention until he refers to your plushies by their names if you accidentally leave them laying around.

However he does still get jealous so so easily so maybe try not to spend too much time at once focusing on them rather than him.

He tries so hard but eventually the jealousy will overtake him and he will just get straight to the sex.

For what it's worth, he still found you cute! He just can't help himself.

Beelzebub

I'm not gonna lie, you might be able to successfully distract him for a good bit.

Dude's invested in the names and lore and anything you have created for them!!! He likes hearing about it !!!!

He isn't gonna be able to remember every single bit of these details but he might remember some of it here and there. Either way he likes listening to how you talk about them!

That being said he can only sit still for so long so maybe introduce him a little at a time lmao.

Especially because once he DOES start to get distracted he's gonna remember the original reason he was here.

And well. Yeah just like that it's time to fuck!

Because you successfully distracted him for a bit you might be in store for an extra long session this time so! Good luck!

Lucifer

He listens fully. Wants to hear everything you have to say about them.

He finds the plushies super cute, so he enjoys listening to your ramblings, even if he had certain intentions when he arrived.

But most importantly, he's so endeared, you're so absolutely adorable to him. The way your face lights up when you talk about them, he can't get enough!!!!

So he lets you have your moment.

And when you're finally done is when he's actually gonna fuck you lol. Yeah, that was still happening he had a goal.

And if he's teasing you extra specially tonight, don't even worry about it (whether it be from compliments or degradation who's to say!! just know you're gonna be crying extra hard this time he's so worked up from how cute you are!).

Of course, he remembers every single detail you tell him, he has that shit committed to memory. Asks you questions sometimes to see that adorable look on your face again!

Belphegor

Goodnight.

He tries to pay attention but he's ready to fall asleep apologies.

He showed up for sex and when it wasn't happening his brain turned off.

That being said the second you realize he's asleep and start trying to wake him up he's on you!!

Like okay conversation done we're fucking now right?

It's just easier to give what he wants and lecture him in the process.

It's fine he tries to listen later. That being said if he invites Beleth to listen too don't worry about it. He totally didn't tell him to memorize details for him because he's probably gonna fall asleep again.

Asmodeus

Sorry there's just no way to distract this man from sex.

If he's showing up for sex he's here to for sex !!!!

And he WILL get it!!!

If anything he just starts fucking you while holding up the plushies to you and asking you details about them.

Unfortunately you're kinda too fucked out by that point to truly answer them.

He's a fucking menace apologies.

And he cannot be stopped I fear.

That being said any information he does manage to get out of you he does fully remember!!

It's his own weird way of showing affection, ya know?

[lilacliquors]

kinktober day twenty: vibrators

pairing: johnny cage x reader - dealer's choice!!

word count: 474

notes: happy day twenty! and happy spider-man 2 day i had to force myself away from the game to write this lmao. and since i also write for mk1 men now, i figured johnny was the best choice for this he gives me kinky vibes

he had an arm wrapped around your waist, pinning you to him. you were bare, and the silk of his shirt felt so smooth against your back. your legs were spread, yet shaking, and your devious lover held a vibrating wand against your swollen clit. you were squirming in his hold, your head tilting back to lay on his shoulder as you gripped his thigh with one hand, and his wrist with the other. it felt so good, but you were so sensitive, and it was almost too much to bear.

“johnny, baby, please,” you gasped, your grip on him tightening as he upped the speed ever so slightly.

“hm? what was that? can’t really hear you over the buzzing,” he teased, gently taking your earlobe between his teeth in a playful nip. you felt his thumb brush along the skin of your abdomen, and you pushed against him even more, your back against his chest. 

“you’re so … oh~” you whined, your eyes squeezing shut as he chuckled behind you. you were at his mercy, and you had lost track of how many orgasms he had pulled from you. but when he had you like this, enough was never enough. he wanted to wring you dry, and then fuck you senseless, maybe even make you squirt. that was his ultimate goal, after all. kinky fucker.

“i’m so what? devilishly handsome? all powerful and all knowing? overall amazing?” he asked, and you could practically hear the grin in his voice.

“evil. you, johnny cage, are evil,” you gasped, feeling the muscles in your stomach tense slightly.

“you know what? i’ll take it. you like ‘em evil, don’t you, babe?” he whispered, kissing below your ear. you whined softly, and your breathing started to quicken. your chest heaved, and from over your shoulder, he watched your breasts bounce with a hungry smirk.

“what a sight … god, i can’t get enough of you. so be a good girl and gimme one more, yeah? just one more, and then we’ll call it quits. you’ve been so good for me,” he murmured, his lips trailing over the back of your head. 

you nodded, your grip on his thigh tightening, and then, without warning, you cried out. your orgasm washed over you, and you swore you blacked out for a moment. your heart was racing, and you gasped in relief as the buzzing stopped and the toy was pulled away from your sensitive folds.

“attagirl. shit, let’s give you a break. because as pretty as you look right now, can’t have my baby passing out on me,” he chuckled, and you gave his thigh and weak squeeze.

“wow, what a gentleman,” you muttered, smiling faintly.

“that’s me,” he said, against brushing his thumb over your skin. “and i love you so much, babe.”

“mm, i love you, too.”

[death---dealer]

Have you ever heard the sound that goes something like:

“What do you think Wackus Bonkus?”

“Kill him.”

“Ooh! You naughty Wackus Bonkus!”

That is literally Blue Eyes but instead it is “Breed her” and he’s battling with his consciousness. My man is NOT beating the breeder allegations.😭 (also please don’t quit people are stupid you can take as long as you want🙏)

Out of all my headcanons that have stuck for characters, I’m so glad that this one stuck because I feel it’s so accurate to his character to want to have a mate be maternal ( like hello? Lake literally takes care of children ) so he makes it his goal to have that happen. 🥲 and our Prince just likes to make you absolutely sticky and messy on the way there.

Kind of falls into that primal idea that as long as Blue Eyes breeds you, his scent is more vivid on you for the entire Colony to know that he’s chosen a human to mate with and it’s something he’s come to terms with and he wants them all to do the same ( there’s gotta be some there who like. Just don’t understand the idea of wanting to be with a human in the first place lol ) so it’s just a big “screw you, my dad is Caesar and I do what I want” lmao.

Also, I have a thought- the first time you two have penetrative sex, he definitely releases like. Quickly. It’s normal for apes, it lasts only a few seconds and there’s not much thought put behind it but then you? Keep moving against him? Blue Eyes just stiffening under you as you ride against him, his cum hot and messy and your thrusts are bringing it deeper and deeper inside of you? Something snaps then, Blue Eyes becomes enamored but in typical Blue Eyes fashion, he’s a bit ashamed or too embarrassed to really ask because mating is definitely not something to be used as a reckless enjoyment.

Don’t touch me he totally talks to Caesar about it, ACTUALLY GOES TO HIS FATHER FOR SOME GAYTDAMN ADVICE. And all Caesar gives him is a simple “Human mating is… different” having intense flash backs to the moments he was able to hear or having accidentally walked in on Will and Caroline. Nothing more and nothing less leaving poor Blue Eyes more confused than before.

Ohhhhh he ignores you after the first time. Like deadass won’t even look you in the face at meals, you tried to instigate another session of sex but Blue Eyes just rolled over and denied it. Even without doing it- he can smell you trailing through the Colony. Places you had been minutes before, and you’re gone and Blue Eyes feels like he’s being tortured because he truly doesn’t understand.

Finally comes to fruition when you force him to sit and talk with you because you think he’s ashamed that you’re a human and that he doesn’t actually want that. The shy nature of his signing trying to use words and phrases that don’t come too naturally to him ‘do not understand why…. It was so… pleasure’ Your heart sinks from the mis-understanding.

Ack making an agreement with him that you’ll talk Blue Eyes through what human mating is and how it works. IMAGINE THE LOOK ON HIS FACE as he’s listening to you. You’re using words he didn’t even knew existed, every single one causing him to rocket a bit more into an odd state of arousal. Like before your eyes you see him getting hard and ultimately the conversation ends with you grasping his cock slowly, giving intense eye contact and asking him gently if he’d like to try again after you had explained more.

Wordlessly he nods and looks down at the hold you have on him, stiffening at the second you move your fingers up the girthy shaft and Blue Eyes is almost squealing and squeezing his eyes shut. Hackles on his shoulder are risen, his breathing his hard through his nose out of the sudden lack of control he has over his own body.

“It’s okay,” the tone in your voice is so reassuring, “I’m not going to hurt y—-“

Your words aren’t even out in a complete sentence and your back is placed against the nest, Blue Eyes dragging off your trousers and panties and railing into you without reserve. The only way he knows how. Animalistic and possessive.

Over time one of Blue Eyes favorite things to experience is you on your back after having him cum inside of you and you begin to finger yourself. He didn’t even know that was a thing until you did it once and he asked you if you’d feel comfortable to do it again and it becomes almost a routine. Loves to see the solidification that you two are a mated pair because your own arousal is mixing with his.

*lays face down* I have a lot of thoughts on this someone motivate me to make a headcanon set

[tabithatwo]

just a few of my jackie taylor is a lesbian and she knows it (or she at LEAST knows she likes women) thoughts

the opening. “jackie panting” on the infamous lesbian aunt photo. we are introduced to her for the first time without the other girls as firmly NOT enjoying whatever jeff is attempting while we are zoomed in on a picture of Her And Shauna.

she fakes it to get him to stop. that isn’t necessarily lesbian on its own, but the way she does it?? the completely unconcerned manner/low effort? this man is so low stakes for her. you know straight women are out there putting on actual Performances. this is not that. she knows she has to keep him in an intellectual/societal way and that’s her only goal

i don’t feel like i really need to explain this one? if you are a lesbian that ever tried to be with men i think this expression in response to those words speaks for itself lmao. our girl is Tired

this scene is jackie almost Emotionless. we don't see that a ton, especially not in her day to day. she is apathetic and trying not to Think about what she's doing. i left the subtitles on for a reason bc "today is the greatest" is very in line with "jackie panting" from earlier

they did NOT want us to miss the "aggressive tooth brushing" (as its written in the script). we have her image FOUR TIMES in this. this scene doesn't read as someone who is only annoyed bc her bf is bad in bed. this screams disassociation and knowing what is expected of you.

the necklace touch!! the way jackie associates this pendant w shauna comes up so much. shauna has been embedded in this scene throughout. jackie clearly hated hooking up w jeff and she looks in the mirror and touches her necklace after with This face

think about how jackie reacted to jeff. how she looks at him, the faces she makes when he leaves, her general energy. now in contrast we’re gonna see how she reacts to shauna (both shauna and jackie jump from disdain when seeing jeff to giddy little idiots when seeing each other) see also: YOUR KISSES ARE WICKED

this is FLIRTING the little faces she makes and her reachy little arm and her giggling? this is jackie flirting. we see her do this w jeff *in public* when its performative, but she's actively choosing to flirt with shauna right now like if you don't see that idk what to tell you

do not get me started about the music but this caption is killing me (see also: FLIRTY EXPRESSION)

the language she uses discussing deciding to sleep with jeff. "i've decided its time" and my ultimate favorite "its more poetic that way." thinking of sex w men as a task and fictionalizing it?? removing herself from the act itself?? lesbianism!! AND directly after the sleeping with jeff convo, jackie jumps into their dorm colors (PINK AND GREEN i could do a whole side tangent about hyperfemininity as a signal of lesbianism but i digress) and her tone is way more excited and invested than the one she used for sleeping with her bf

in conclusion, that’s my little lesbian

[nijigasakilove]

Man this might be AOTS. Crazy how slept on this is rn. Genuinely had my jaw on the floor this entire episode. I KNEW Nowak was closing in on Rafal, but I didn’t expect bro to only last 3 episodes?!! Like that’s some bold writing and it really does drive home how perilous and dangerous this time was for men of science. Incredible writing and twists.

We’re so used to our protagonists having plot armour and getting out of these situations with smooth talking and I fully expected Rafal to somehow wiggle himself out. But nope, even in the face of death he refused to sell out on his convictions and would rather die being true to himself than living a lie. Fuck, that hurt though. Rafal had so much more life to live and Hubert passed on the dream to him, guess it’s time for him to pass it on to someone else now.

I did love that whole convo with Nowak on the eve of the torture/him being put to death. Nowak’s face when Rafal showed no fear and didn’t back down was amazing. He’s so used to seeing people cry and shaking in these sort of situations, he was the scared one this time around I love it ���.

Like Rafal said, you can’t stop the truth. You can kill the man, not the idea and it is kinda cool to have a story that goes from one protagonist to the next passing down ideals and a mission until the ultimate goal is achieved. I don’t think I’ve seen that other than Fumetsu with the MC taking different bodies

I know Potocki gonna feel like shit for selling out his own son now lmao. Guess he overestimated how much Rafal wanted to live.

Can’t wait to see the next protagonist!

[moonselune]

how would the BG3 Bachelors + Raphael would react to a gn/male!tiefling tav who wants the crown of karsus for themself?

bonus if you make the tav a wizard/druid/both (because mine is a druid-wizard lol). Anyway,your writing is AMAZING! ty for providing for the BG3 fandom :3!

Omg i love love love this and thank you so much ! I live to serve this community lmao if it could be my full time job that would be my dream xox

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Gale:

The campfire crackled softly in the quiet night, casting flickering shadows across the faces of the adventurers gathered around it. The air was cool, and a light breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding forest. You sat opposite your lover Gale, a wizard with dreams as grand and ambitious as your own. How unfortunate.

The evening had started with a peaceful conversation about the challenges and victories of the day, but as the night deepened, a more contentious topic emerged: the coveted Crown of Karsus. You had been discussing the crown with an intensity that Gale could not ignore, his curiosity piqued by your growing fixation.

“So you want the crown for yourself?” he asked, finally realising what your passion for the topic really meant, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration. “I thought we were in this together.”

You leaned back, the firelight dancing across your crimson skin, revealing a serious expression. “Yes, I want it for myself. The crown’s power is immense, and it’s not something to be casually handed over. I’ve worked too hard to let it slip through my fingers.”

Gale’s shock turned to anger as he stood up abruptly, the warmth of the fire unable to temper his growing ire. “You can’t be serious! I’ve been pursuing the crown with the same passion, and now you tell me you intend to claim it all for yourself? After everything we’ve been through?”

You stood as well, your own anger rising in response. “It’s not just about what we’ve been through, Gale. It’s about what we’re capable of achieving. The crown’s power could change everything, you can't expect me to just stand idly by.”

Gale’s eyes flashed with hurt and betrayal. “So what’s become of our partnership, then? Was it merely a means to an end for you? Are you prepared to throw away everything we’ve built together for your own ambitions?”

"Are you?"

Silence.

Gale couldn't answer that question because he knew his answer would be the same as yours. Your ambition mirrored his, it was afterall what had drawn him to you.

The tension between you grew palpable, each of you were evidently not going to back down. In a moment of clarity amid the heated argument, you took a deep breath, realizing the need for a resolution that would preserve both your relationship and your ambitions.

“Alright, Gale,” you said, your voice steadying as you reached for a small, ceremonial dagger from your belt and Gale couldn't help but flinch - you weren't going to kill him for it, were you?. “I understand your anger, and I acknowledge my ambition. But we need to establish a pact, a vow that will bind us together in this quest, regardless of who ultimately claims the crown.”

Gale looked at you, his posture relaxed slightly now he was no longer in fear for his life,k his expression a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. “What sort of vow?”

You met his gaze firmly, drawing a deep breath. “A binding vow. If either of us secures the crown, we will share the power equally. We’ll use it to achieve our goals together, not as rivals but as partners, lovers eternal. Our ambitions are great, but they shouldn’t come at the cost of what we have.”

Gale considered your words, his anger slowly giving way to contemplation. After a tense pause, he nodded, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. “Alright. I agree. But this vow must be genuine. We need to ensure our promises are honored.”

You nodded, taking the dagger and drawing a small cut on your palm. Gale did the same, and the two of you clasped hands over the flames, the blood mingling as a symbol of your pledge.

“We vow to share the power of the Crown of Karsus equally,” you intoned solemnly, your voice carrying the weight of the promise as the magic of the vow coursed through you both. “No matter who obtains it, we will use its power for our shared goals, not for personal gain alone.”

Gale repeated the vow, his voice steady and resolute. The ritual completed, the tension between you seemed to ease, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. The campfire’s warmth now felt more welcoming, you both settled back down and you drew Gale into your embrace, murmering against his temple.

"I'm sorry my love, for not telling you of my ambition sooner." You whispered to him as you reached out to heal his hand. Gale sighed slightly but leant into you.

"Don't be, I should have known a mind as great as yours would have desired it too," Gale spoke softly looking into the flames of the fire, "At least now it ensured we will be together, and that, is all I want."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Astarion:

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the camp as you and your lover Astarion settled in for the night. The fire crackled warmly, the dancing flames providing a comforting contrast to the cold night air. You were enjoying a rare moment of tranquility, reflecting on the day’s events.

Astarion, lounged nearby, his pale skin illuminated by the firelight. He was deep in thought, his eyes occasionally glancing at you with an expression that oscillated between curiosity and wariness. It was like he could sense the turmoil brewing inside of you.

You had been considering the future and the ultimate prize that lay before you: the Crown of Karsus. With a deliberate pause, you decided it was time to share your thoughts with Astarion.

“Astarion,” you began, your voice steady, “there’s something we need to discuss. I’ve been thinking about the Crown of Karsus, and I’ve come to a decision. I want it for myself.”

Astarion’s head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise and irritation. “You want the Crown of Karsus for yourself? After all this time, you’ve been so adamant about the corrupt power it holds, and now you claim it solely for your own ambitions?”

You nodded, maintaining a calm demeanor, you had expected this. “Yes, I believe it’s the right path for me. The power it offers is unmatched, and it’s something I feel I must seize.”

Astarion’s irritation deepened, his fangs flashing slightly as he spoke. “And what of our plans, then? You’ve always disapproved of my ambition to become the Vampire Ascendant, and now you’re going to pursue your own grandiose scheme without regard for our partnership? For me?”

You felt a pang of discomfort at his words but remained resolute. “It’s not about that. I simply believe that the Crown’s power is necessary to me.”

Astarion stood, his elegant frame tensing with frustration. “I see. And I suppose you’ll just leave me to my own devices, as if my desires and aspirations mean nothing compared to your grand quest?”

You stood as well, facing him with a mixture of regret and determination. “It’s not like that, Astarion. We’ve both pursued our ambitions, and it’s clear that the Crown is my path. But I haven’t forgotten what you want, or how much it means to you. With that power I can keep you safe, you could walk in the sun, you would never have to be afraid again.”

Astarion’s gaze was sharp, but a glimmer of curiosity showed in his eyes as your words softened him. “What do you propose, then? A mere promise of power when you obtain the crown? Ha! I don't think so.”

You took a deep breath, realizing that a compromise was necessary to bridge the gap between your desires and Astarion’s. “I swear to you, Astarion, that when I obtain the Crown of Karsus, I will use its power to imbue you with all the strength and power you could ever dream of. We will both achieve our goals, just in different ways.”

Astarion’s eyes narrowed, assessing the sincerity of your promise. "I'm not stupid sweetheart, if you are seeking the crown for yourself then I will become the vampire ascendent.”

You nodded firmly, a sense of resolve settling over you. “Yes. I swear it. When I have the crown, I will ensure that you have the power you seek. We’ll find a way to make it work, together.”

Astarion’s gaze softened only slightly, but his posture remained taut, his fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides. “So, you’re saying that if you achieve your goal with the Crown of Karsus, you will assist me in becoming the Vampire Ascendant. Is that your final offer?”

You nodded, your resolve steady but your heart heavy with the weight of the compromise. “Yes, Astarion. If you help me secure the Crown, I will ensure that you become the Vampire Ascendant. You will have the power you desire, and I will have the Crown’s power to shape our future.”

Astarion’s lips curled into a smile that was both mischievous and satisfied. “Well, isn’t this a turn of events? I must admit, I didn’t think you’d be so generous. Or so willing to negotiate.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his excitement, despite the uneasy feeling that lingered. “We both want power and control over our destinies. This is a way for us to achieve our goals together, without stepping on each other’s ambitions.”

Astarion’s eyes sparkled with an intense, almost feverish excitement. “Ah, the possibilities! Imagine the thrill of wielding such power.” He paced around the fire, his excitement palpable. “Think of it, my dear. The chaos we could sow, the power we could amass. I’ll have the strength to rival even the greatest of our kind. And you—well, you’ll be in a position to reshape the world as you see fit. It’s a tantalizing prospect, wouldn’t you say?”

You watched his enthusiasm with a mix of relief and trepidation. The idea of Astarion becoming the Vampire Ascendant was daunting, but the prospect of achieving your own goal with him by your side felt like a path worth pursuing. “Yes, it’s a formidable prospect. But remember, Astarion, this isn’t just about power. We need to be cautious and strategic. We can’t let ambition blind us to the potential consequences.”

Astarion’s grin widened, and he approached you with a predatory grace. “Oh, I assure you, I’m more than aware of the stakes. But this is precisely why I’m so thrilled. The thrill of danger, the dance of power—it’s what makes it all so exhilarating.”

He reached out, gently cupping your cheek with his hand, his eyes locking onto yours. “So, we have a deal then? You’ll help me achieve my ultimate form, and in return, I’ll aid you in claiming the Crown of Karsus. Together, we’ll be unstoppable.”

You nodded, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and apprehension. “Yes, we have a deal. Let’s make sure we follow through on both promises. We’ll navigate this path together, and we’ll face whatever comes our way as a united front.”

Astarion’s eyes sparkled with a mix of triumph and affection. “Perfect. I’m looking forward to the adventure that awaits us, and to savoring every moment of our shared destiny.”

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Wyll:

The camp, nestled within the dense forest, was peaceful, save for the low hum of conversation and the occasional clink of metal from nearby equipment being moved.

Wyll, your lover and a steadfast companion, sat across from you, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. The firelight danced across his face, highlighting the resolve in his eyes as he took a deep breath, clearly preparing to broach a difficult subject.

“I need to talk to you,” Wyll said, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of worry. “It’s about the Crown of Karsus.”

You looked up from the fire, meeting his gaze with a calm demeanor. “What about it?”

Wyll’s brow furrowed, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. “I’ve been thinking a lot about your desire for the Crown. And I’m afraid of what it might do to you. I know how powerful it is, how tempting it must be, but I also know the legends—the corruption, the darkness that comes with it.”

You remained silent, allowing him to voice his concerns.

“I can’t just stand by and watch you fall into that darkness,” Wyll continued, his voice becoming more urgent. “I need you to understand that this isn’t just about a magical artifact; it’s about you, and what it might do to you.”

You shifted slightly, the flames reflecting off your horns, creating flickering patterns on the ground. “Wyll, I’ve considered the risks. The power the Crown offers is unparalleled. It’s a chance to reshape everything, to gain control over forces beyond comprehension.”

Wyll’s eyes pleaded with you, his hands reaching out to you. “And what if it changes you? What if it turns you into something you don’t recognize? You could lose yourself completely. I don’t want to see that happen.”

The fire crackled louder for a moment, a reminder of the warmth and security of the camp compared to the cold allure of power. You could see the anguish in Wyll’s eyes, and it pained you to see him so distressed over your choices.

“I understand your fear,” you said softly, holding onto his hands. “But this is something I have to pursue. It’s my destiny.”

Wyll’s expression hardened with resolve. “Then I have an ultimatum for you. It’s either me or the Crown. You can’t have both. If you choose the Crown, I won’t be able to stay by your side, because I refuse to watch you become something you’re not.”

The weight of his words settled over you, and you saw the depth of his commitment to your well-being. You felt a pang of guilt and sorrow at the thought of choosing between him and the Crown. His willingness to give you an ultimatum showed just how deeply he cared.

“Wyll,” you said softly, trying to convey the depth of your feelings, “this isn’t an easy choice for me. But I can’t deny how much you mean to me. You’ve always been there for me, and I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

Wyll’s eyes softened slightly, though the tension remained. “Then choose, and choose wisely. I want you to be happy, but I also want you to be safe from the darkness that the Crown might bring.”

After a moment of contemplation, you reached out and took his hand, your grip firm and reassuring. “Wyll, if it comes down to choosing between you and the Crown, I choose you. Every time. The Crown is a temptation, but it’s nothing compared to what we have together.”

Wyll’s eyes shone with relief and gratitude, though there was still a trace of concern in them. “Are you sure? Because if you’re certain, I will stand by you, regardless of what happens.”

You nodded, your expression resolute. “I’m sure. You are what matters most to me. The Crown is powerful, but it’s not worth losing you over.”

A tear slipped down Wyll’s cheek, and he squeezed your hand tightly, “Thank you. I will do everything in my power to support you, but please remember the promise you’ve made.”

With a heartfelt nod, you leaned in and kissed him softly. As the night deepened, you and Wyll held each other close, the promise of your love and loyalty guiding you both through the uncertainty of the future. The Crown of Karsus loomed in the distance, but for now, it was your bond with Wyll that remained the central focus of your heart and soul.

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Halsin:

You and Halsin, your lover, were nestled together in bed, the warmth of the blankets and the close proximity making the moment feel intimate and serene. His strong arms were wrapped around you, and your tail was wrapped around his leg, providing a sense of security and comfort as you both relaxed after a long day.

You were lost in your thoughts, feeling the weight of your desires pressing on you. The Crown of Karsus had become an obsession, a symbol of ultimate power and the ability to reshape the world in ways you could only imagine. As you lay there, your head resting on Halsin’s chest, the quiet of the night seemed the perfect time to share your thoughts with him.

“Halsin,” you began, your voice soft but determined, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

Halsin’s fingers gently stroked your hair, and he tilted his head slightly, his voice soothing as he responded, “What is it, my heart?”

You took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of what you were about to say. “I want the Crown of Karsus for myself.”

Halsin’s reaction was immediate and palpable. His body tensed, and he pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with concern. “The Crown of Karsus? You know the danger and corruption that comes with it. I thought we were focused on protecting the balance, on looking after those who had fallen victim to the shadowcurse?”

You met his gaze with a mix of determination and vulnerability. “That’s exactly why I want it. With the power of the Crown, I could create the balance you’ve always dreamed of. I could ensure that the shadowcurse and all other threats like it would never happen again.”

Halsin’s brow furrowed as he considered your words. “The Crown’s power is unpredictable and dangerous. It corrupts those who seek to wield it. You risk losing yourself to its influence. And you think that such power can be controlled?”

You nodded, your voice earnest. “I believe I can control it. I’ve studied its history and the lore surrounding it. If I can harness its power, I can create a world where such calamities are a thing of the past.”

Halsin was silent for a moment, his mind clearly racing as he weighed the implications of your ambition. His eyes softened as he looked at you, seeing the conviction and hope in your expression. “You truly believe you can make things better with this power?”

“I do,” you said, your voice unwavering. “I know the risks, but I also know the potential for good. We’ve seen the devastation caused by the shadowcurse, and I don’t want to stand by while such things continue. If I have the Crown, I can ensure that this world is protected and balanced.”

Halsin took a deep breath, the weight of the decision settling heavily on his shoulders. He looked at you with a mixture of sadness and resignation. “You’re not going to give this up, are you?”

You shook your head, feeling a pang of regret that your desires were causing tension between you. “No, Halsin. I’ve made up my mind.”

A moment of silence stretched between you, filled with the unspoken realization of the consequences. Halsin’s gaze remained steady, his fingers now lightly tracing patterns on your arm.

“Then I’ll support you,” he said finally, his voice quiet but resolute. “If this is truly what you believe is necessary to bring about the change we both want, then I will stand by you.”

You felt a rush of gratitude and relief as Halsin’s words sank in. “Thank you,” you said softly, leaning in to kiss him. “I promise I won’t let you down.”

Halsin’s expression was a mix of worry and determination as he held you close. “I trust you, but remember that the path you’ve chosen is fraught with danger. If you begin to lose yourself to its power, you must promise me that you’ll find a way to break free.”

You nodded, a fierce resolve in your heart. “I promise. I won’t let the Crown control me. I’ll use its power to create the world we both want.”

As you both settled back into the comforting embrace of the bed, the silence of the night was filled with the shared understanding of the path you were embarking upon. The road ahead was uncertain and fraught with peril, but with Halsin’s support and your unwavering determination, you felt a renewed sense of purpose and resolve.

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Rolan:

The night was quiet and peaceful, the only sounds in your shared quarters being the soft rustling of sheets and the occasional crackle of the fireplace. You and Rolan were cuddled together under a blanket, the warmth and comfort of the room making it an ideal setting for intimate conversations. Rolan’s presence was a calming and reassuring one, and his gentle breathing indicated that he was on the verge of sleep.

As you lay there, your thoughts drifted to the Crown of Karsus, a powerful artifact that had captured your imagination and ambition. You had wrestled with the idea for some time now, and you knew that the time had come to share your aspirations with Rolan. It was a delicate matter, one that could easily disrupt the harmony of your relationship.

Turning slightly in bed, you looked at Rolan, who had just started to stir. “Rolan,” you began, your voice soft but filled with determination, “there’s something important I need to tell you.”

Rolan blinked awake, his hazel eyes meeting yours with a hint of curiosity. “What is it, my love?” he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking. “I want the Crown of Karsus for myself.”

Rolan’s eyes widened in surprise, but then a broad grin spread across his face. To your astonishment, he seemed genuinely excited. “The Crown of Karsus? You’re planning to pursue it?”

You nodded, taken aback by his reaction. “Yes. I believe it holds the key to reshaping the world and unlocking magic beyond our comprehension.”

Rolan’s enthusiasm grew palpable. He sat up slightly, his eyes gleaming with eagerness. “That’s incredible! The opportunity to study such a powerful artifact is something I’ve always dreamed of. To learn from it, understand its intricacies—it’s a scholar’s dream come true.”

His excitement was infectious, and you found yourself grinning at his reaction. “You’re not… upset or worried?”

Rolan shook his head, his smile widening. “No, not at all. The Crown of Karsus represents knowledge and power on an unprecedented scale. I’ve always been fascinated by ancient artifacts and their secrets. The chance to delve into its depths and unlock its mysteries is an opportunity I would support wholeheartedly.”

You felt a wave of relief and joy wash over you. “You really mean that? You’re not against me pursuing this?”

“Absolutely not,” Rolan said, his voice filled with conviction. “You’ve always supported my academic pursuits and interests. Now, it’s my turn to support you in your ambitions. If you believe that the Crown can bring about the change you seek, then I’m with you every step of the way.”

His response filled you with a sense of warmth and gratitude and you couldn't help but chuckle. “Thank you, Rolan. I didn’t expect you to be so enthusiastic about it.”

Rolan laughed softly, reaching out to gently caress your cheek. “How could I not be excited? This is a chance for us to achieve something truly extraordinary. I want to be there to help you, to explore the Crown’s potential together. And, of course, to ensure that you don’t get lost in its power.”

You leaned into his touch, your heart swelling with affection. “I promise, I won’t let it control me. I’ll stay true to our goals and use its power for the greater good.”

Rolan nodded, his expression one of unwavering support. “I trust you, and I believe in you. We’ll face this journey together, and I’ll be right by your side, eager to uncover the mysteries of the Crown and help you achieve your vision.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Raphael:

The dimly lit boudoir was filled with the soft glow of flickering candles, their light dancing across the rich, velvet curtains and opulent furnishings. You and Raphael, your lover, were lounging in a state of relaxed intimacy, the atmosphere initially serene as you shared the warmth of each other’s presence. However, your mind had been preoccupied with a singular thought: the Crown of Karsus. Tonight, you decided, was the time to share your ambitious goal with Raphael.

You turned towards him, your expression serious and resolute. “Raphael, there’s something I need to tell you. I want the Crown of Karsus for myself.”

Raphael’s reaction was not what you expected. He looked at you with an incredulous, almost dismissive laugh. “The Crown of Karsus? You, a mere mortal, think you could wield such a powerful artifact? Do you honestly believe you’re capable of handling its might? Oh my love how you humor me.”

His tone was dripping with mockery, his eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. You could feel a surge of frustration rising within you, and you tried to remain composed. “I’m not saying it will be easy, but I believe I can handle it. I have the strength and determination. I won’t let its power corrupt me.”

Raphael’s laughter grew louder, echoing around the room like a sinister melody. “Oh, how delightful! You, a little tiefling with ambitions far beyond your reach. It’s almost adorable."

You stood up, your frustration palpable, "Raphael, I'm being serious-"

"-Do you even grasp the magnitude of what you’re proposing? The Crown of Karsus is not a toy for you to play with, my dear." Raphael lectured you, interrupting you in the process. He followed you up and stepped close to you. "It’s a force that could shatter even the strongest of beings, why it would crush your little mortal mind.”

His mocking words stung deeply, and you could feel your anger boiling over. “This isn’t a joke, Raphael! I know what I’m talking about. You underestimate me, and that’s your mistake.”

Raphael’s eyes narrowed as he continued to taunt you. “Mistake? No, my dear, it’s not a mistake. It’s simply the harsh reality of your limitations. Trust me, you’re nothing but a plaything in the grand scheme of things.”

Unable to contain your fury any longer, you slapped Raphael across the face. The sound of the impact reverberated through the room, and for a moment, there was stunned silence. Your heart raced as you realized what you had done—slapped a cambion, a son of Mephistopheles, your lover.

Raphael’s expression shifted from amused disbelief to a dark, cold fury. He chuckled softly, a chilling sound that sent shivers down your spine. Without warning, he transformed, his form shifting into his devilish guise. His eyes glowed with an ominous red light, and his features took on a menacing, otherworldly quality.

“It appears,” Raphael said in a voice that was both smooth and terrifying, “that it’s overdue for you to be reminded of your place. You have quite the nerve, daring to lay hands on me.”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry and your stomach sinking with fear. The sight of Raphael in his devilish form was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. His power was palpable, and you could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on you.

“I didn’t mean to—” you began, but Raphael cut you off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Save your excuses,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’ve crossed a line, and now you must face the consequences. You’re a mortal, trying to meddle with forces beyond your understanding. Remember your place, and know that you are not the one in control here.”

His words were a harsh reminder of the power imbalance between you. Despite your earlier resolve, the sight of Raphael’s true form and the gravity of his anger made you realize the enormity of your mistake. The Crown of Karsus might be within your reach, but the consequences of your actions were immediate and daunting.

As Raphael’s gaze bore into you, a mix of regret and determination surged through you. You had to confront the reality of your situation, but you refused to back down from your goal.

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