#tipsy otps

[youngpettyqueen]

I love the different ways Julian will look at Garak because sometimes he looks at him with the exasperation of a long-suffering husband of 20 years and other times he looks at him like Garak painted the night sky and hung the stars and the moon and you can see him falling in love all over again

and I love the way Garak looks at Julian cause sometimes he looks at him like he literally wants to eat him alive and other times he looks at Julian like he is the most precious thing in the known universe and you know that he genuinely believes that that's exactly what Julian is

[skullinacowboyhat]

first kiss.

[leslieseveride]

lucy failing miserably at trying not to show how much she's thinking about her newborn at home during her first "girl's night out" after giving birth, and nyla and angela teasingly excusing her with a nod like, "go on, go home and be with your baby" EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO CRY. 😭😭😭💖💖💖

[drakesroyalromance]

One of Us Is Lying but take a shot every time Nate Macauley says “Fucking Rojas.”

[quietbreeze97]

Still absolutely obsessed with X-Files, if anyone wondered. I'm on series 2 now and fall in love with Mulder more each episode - and am honestly on the edge of my seat waiting for him and Scully to get it on. These idiots, I swear - they're so in love and don't even realise it.

I care about this plotline even more than the alien stuff ISTG!!

[phosphoruskim]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa

They're on a date!

For @phosphoruskim <3

[aresmarked]

playing with hair with your arknights otp?

Franka was a little bit tipsy.

But hey, she's aware of it! And she's not planning to have much more—she's found that too much doesn't agree with her usual sunny charm, a real moodkiller.

So she sticks to her usual—one classic drink, and then something with a fun spin—and settles back in her seat to sip and half-listen to Lisk talk with Greyy about setting up power grids in unstable regions—gods, what a workaholic.

So she turns her attention to something else, and her eyes find in this particular light, the short hairs at Lisk's nape, that her ever-present ponytail can never quite catch, acquire a soft look. They're cute, for a lack of a better word. She fights the urge to touch them.

...Until Greyy has to step away. As Lisk's hand drops in farewell, Franka shifts forward to chin herself on Lisk's shoulder, sighing dramatically, fingertips drawing through those short locks. "So is my partner finally done talking work overtime, in the bar?"

Lisk raises a brow at her, but doesn't shrug her off. She must be feeling pretty comfortable. "Greyy's quite knowledgeable; it's interesting to hear his perspective."

"You don't know how to treat a lady on a date."

"I'm sure you have some thoughts about how I can 'make it up to you'," she drily replies, while sliding her arm behind Franka's back, a gentle yet firm hand brushing against her tail.

Franka smiles with teeth.

[rosesradio]

Imagine your otp in matching xmas sweaters in front of a fireplace drinking hot coca :)

imagining this with jercy 🥺 while Christmas celebrations are sort-of frowned upon by Chiron, he would allow a non-Christian version with plenty of Christmas ham burned for the gods. Percy & Jason would take that practice with them to their first apartment. Their fireplace isn’t a real one, though—it’s one of those that looks and feels warm through the glass, though it’s not real fire, so Percy and Jason leave the food sacrifices for when they go to camp.

Jason and Percy would return from Leo’s Christmas party, perhaps a bit tipsy from the eggnog, warm and giggly as they stumble into the apartment. Jason has on a sensible Christmas sweater, light blue and white with snowflakes in patterns. Percy has on the ultimate ugly Christmas sweater, with flashing lights and a smiling Rudolph taking up the majority of the coverage.

Percy would have Jason sit and relax on the couch, insisting on making them some hot cocoa. Jason turns on the fake fireplace and finds them a Christmas movie to watch.

Percy would make hot cocoa the way his mom made it, with milk and cocoa powder and sugar, a splash of vanilla and some flavored syrup. Percy likes caramel in his own, while he knows Jason likes peppermint. Of course, he can’t forget the mini marshmallows—he takes the bag with him, because he tends to add more every time he eats the ones on top.

Jason takes his hot chocolate in his favorite mug—the Superman one. Percy’s favorite is an ancient, chipped mug from the aquarium he got during a trip with his mom.

Jason loves the warm, comforting drink—he never really got the chance to try any in New Rome. The closest was once when he tried some of Reyna’s, though the praetor soon pulled him away for a meeting, and he burned his tongue.

He never had any time, then. But he has time now. To slow down, to enjoy the feeling of snuggling close to Percy’s chest. Percy smells like a warm day on the beach, the salt of the sea, even in the darkest and coldest days of winter. He kisses Jason’s forehead, and Jason melts into the touch.

[thirtysixsavefiles]

sanji :3c

I'm no longer tipsy/unfiltered enough to properly answer these questions, but:

How I feel about this character

Sanji is 10000% the way I was lured into One Piece, I can't believe this pathetic man's tragic backstory II: The Two Towers wasn't engineered specifically in a lab to get me. I cannot believe he chose the alias "Mr. Prince" in Alabasta. SANJI. Truly we love a man crying in the rain while he smokes and dissociates. Never looked better.

Also Taz Skylar can meet me in the fucking pit.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I am a sucker for Zoro/Sanji — we love a bickering rivals ship — but I have an extremely soft spot for Zoro/Luffy/Sanji where Zoro and Luffy pin Sanji down (metaphorically or literally) and tell him nice things. We love a character with no self-esteem.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Sanji/his knives tbh, we love the relationship between a chef and his tools.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Powerscaling is silly. I only even tangentially know what that is. Make them kiss instead.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Sanji should wear glasses again. For me.

[kankuroplease]

Congrats on the 5k, KPZ!!!! 🥳🥳 keep being this amazing and creative with your aus and ocs, I love them! 🥰

I just hope someone will request ShikaNaru, and I'll go for my guilty pleasure otp ShikaKatsu being tipsy after some kind of party and being even more mean than when they are sober 🥺 they would be roast besties i'm sure (tho Shika would never admit he uses energy for that but sometimes he would 🤓)

Thank you!!!

Tipsy + one bed scenario where they’re somewhere between more than friends- less than lovers and yeah, they’d roast each other until one of them shuts the other up 🤣

Stressing this poor beautiful man out with the blue shrimp

[lilacella]

3,13,14,19,21 for wolfstarbucks flatmates plssss

The babies!! Of course 🥰

3. Are they into PDA? Who initiates most?

Okay, so James definitely is the one who initiates the most! He just can't keep his hands off his boyfriends ☺️ Remus only gets handsi when he is tipsy or feeling very insecure and needs reassurance - he of course gets all the kisses he wants then 🥰

I think Sirius would be fine with PDA but would rarely initiate outside the flat. He wouldn't start snogging James in the middle of a concert but if James starts it he is not saying no 😏

13. Stay home/go-out? What are their date nights like?

Their favorite time of date night is ordering take-away, watch a movie or tv show while they eat, then move to the bed to either cuddle or do other things 😇 while listening to an audiobook. They love spending their evenings all cuddled up with each other, smooching a little and being comfy!

14. Who falls asleep during a movie?

Remus. 100%. He will get carried to bed by one of his boyfriends like the little princess he is ☺️

19. What do they fight about most often? (Alternative: what was their biggest fight?)

They don't fight ever!! Because I said so!

They only bicker about household chores and Sirius' music being too loud or Remus getting too much water on the floor while showering.

21. Any routines one has that the other had to get used to (ex. morning, nighttime, sleeping habits)?

James gets up way to early, something Sirius and Remus both do not appreciate so they stay back alone, cuddling and sleeping some more - but they miss James 🥺

Sirius is very cleanly but not very tidy. He will vacuum the floor almost daily but throw his stuff all over the place. James always tidies up after him, Remus regularly stumbles over his boots he has left lying around in the corridor.

Remus has a very elaborate bath routine that he does every week. He will run a bubble bath and soak in it for an hour, reading his book, lights off only candles. He does not wish to be disturbed - but needs ages until he actually sets that boundary. After he has James and Sirius only come in to bring him snacks.

otp ask game

[leslieseveride]

“what’re you wearing?” 😏😏 THAT WAS REAL SUBTLE OF YOU TIM.

[leslutdepointedulac]

OTP ask for Nickistat! 19, 27, 45, 58 -aunteat <3

19. How do they feel about PDA?

It depends on how Nicki's feeling on the day and how public they are. If there's tons of people around and/or Nicki's in a bad mood, then any sort of affection Lestat tries to show him will be brushed off. Or Lestat will just know not to initiate anything in the first place. And Nicki won't initiate anything at all in turn.

If Nicki's in a decent mood and there's few people around, then he's more willing to allow for a few touches maybe. The better the mood, the more PDA Nicki will allow and sometimes initiate himself. Lestat will often sit really close to him, practically on his lap, or drape himself over Nicki's back while he's looking over his sheet music. Nicki will sometimes put Lestat's feet on his lap to massage his feet and leg muscles when they're aching after prancing around on stage during rehearsals. This sometimes carries a bit of sexual tension which they'll relieve in their dressing room after.

They tend to be more free with their PDA when they're around Luchina and Jeannette. They don't really bat an eye around Nicki and Lestat and although it hasn't been explicitly said of course, they sort of know that their relationship is a bit more than just friends. Lestat and Nicki don't go full-blown PDA. even around them. No kissing or overly intimate contact or anything like that, but Lestat is likely to casually plonk himself down in Nicki's lap around Jeannette and Luchina, and Nicki won't push him off.

27. Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party?

It's Lestat and no one can convince me otherwise lmfao. Lestat's getting tipsy after only about three drinks, and then at about drink five he's already hammered. Nicki has to have one eye on him and one arm around him at all times, otherwise Lestat will just toddle off somewhere and end up outside somehow and fall face down into puddle, where he'll stay for the remainder of the night until someone rescues him.

Lestat's also the kind of drunk who is overly affectionate and overly emotional at the same time, and somehow even more so than when he's sober. He will cling onto Nicki like a little limpet or follow him around like a lost duckling and babble incessantly about how much he loves Paris and the theatre. When he starts yapping on about his love for Nicki and crying, Nicki has to take him outside to calm down so that no one gets suspicious.

He's also practically passed out before they even get home, so Nicki has to hold him up and basically drag him to their apartment. When they get there, he has to put Lestat into bed and tell him to be quiet through his incoherent, half asleep chattering.

When he wakes up in the morning, Lestat always whines about his head hurting so Nicki will just throw a damp cloth at him and tell him to put it on his head and to "shut up and don't drink so much next time then."

45. Can they fall asleep without the other?

At the beginning of their relationship, they're alright with sleeping apart. Then Lestat starts to get attached and gets used to Nicki's company, whereas Nicki is still fine on his own. Once they reach Paris though, they're sleeping together literally every night, so it becomes habit for them to be together.

When Lestat starts seeing Magnus in the audience at the theatre, he gets really paranoid when going to bed. It becomes almost impossible for him to go to sleep unless Nicki is right next to him. Even better if Lestat can hold him, or if Nicki will be the big spoon for him.

After Lestat is taken by Magnus, Nicki finds it pointless trying to sleep, because no matter how hard he tries, it just won't happen. He didn't realise he was so used to Lestat being there until he's not, and paired with his constant worry and fear for Lestat, Nicki is nearly always awake and doesn't sleep until he essentially passes out from sheer exhaustion. He doesn't get a good sleep until the sun forces him down as a vampire later on.

58. Who's more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

One hundred percent Nicki. Lestat will throw a tantrum over something petty and can sometimes get rather explosive during especially bad arguments. But then he'll get over it and go back to being his annoyingly affectionate self. He doesn't necessarily forget those arguments, but he does let it go and won't hold it against Nicki. He just doesn't have it in him to hold grudges, though some tantrums do go on slightly longer than others depending on what happened.

Nicki on the other hand, will hold a grudge to his grave. A bit too close to home and most definitely canon, I'm sorry. He's easily irritated and will sometimes take it out on Lestat, regardless as to whether or not it was actually his fault. Nicki needs his light, but he's also annoyed by it on occasions, and every now and again, this is the reason for their arguments and Nicki holds it against him in his worst moods. Eventually he will seemingly get over it, but if Lestat does or says something to set him off, he will bring up one of his many grudges.

[uh-niran-really]

IM BACCKK!!

Fem READER X NIRAN WITH SYMWEAVER 😈😈 CUZ IM EVIL

😼back in the academy they have a small little party where they get drunk and shii, niran gets intoxicated asf (satya isnt ofc ofc) and gets dragged into a game called 7 minutes in heaven 😈 she doesnt know what this game is but joined for the sake of niran

Obvi niran and satya get paired up and put in a closet, satya being worried asf while reader is outside heartbroken that her long time crush niran is gonna be making out with his best friend

(Niran likes reader btw! Keep that in mind. 😈)

Satya also has a crush on niran tho😈

So when he explains to her what the game is about while making advances on her she doesnt stop him, feeling a hint of guilt knowing he loved reader but is currently making out with him

So huge steamy make out session with symweaver

And when the timer rings they open the closet doors to see niran on top of her in a heated make out session

Reader ends up having a panic attack and trying to run away, not wanting to stay there any longer

Niran looks back to the crowd and sees reader leaving before looking back at satya, cursing himself as he realizes what hes just done 🙏

Reader, in a bad mental, while hyperventilating and shaking, tries to commit, stabbing herself and bleeding out, crying out from the pain bc it wasnt an immediate death

Niran eventually finds her and hes terrified, feeling himself about to throw up but forces himself to stop and try to walk over to reader without falling to try and help, hes crying, calling out to help not being able to do anything himself bc hes tipsy, he holds her body close while he cries and apologizes to her as she loses consciousness.

Woosh transition to her hospital bed

And reader doesnt make it.. :00

Reader dies and niran breaks down over it, screaming and making a mess out of his lab, when satya hears the news and sees the mess she's heartbroken and starts to have a breakdown, it feels like it lasts forever, but even after its been hours and hours niran never left his room, Satya finally gets the energy to stand up and shakily walk over to niran's lab only to see him on the floor, bleeding out slowly as he cradled a photo of him and reader together, apologies after apologies falling from his mouth, never ending, satya cries, a gut wrenching scream coming out of her as she does everything she can to save him, to get him help. But he eventually dies in her arms, telling her it wasnt her fault and that he just wanted to be with reader again. 🥲🥲🥲

Fem Reader x Lifeweaver (Featuring NSFW SymWeaver) - Seven Minuets in Heaven

Content: Heavy angst, major character death, suicide, NSFW themes, Minors DNI!!

Word count: 4,100+

A/N: Okay so I took your SymWeaver steamy make out session and added a little bit of… spice to it. I got carried away with them, they are my OTP, I couldn’t not give Satya some fun! She pays for it though, if that’s any comfort to you! As always, these prompts give me so much energy. Truly a visionary in the prompt writing community! <3 Enjoy, though I get the feeling you may not. Aha! <3

The music was loud, much to the dismay of Satya who hated loud noises, but Niran was having fun. You watched the pair, giggling at how mismatched they were. The outgoing rich party boy, a drink in his hand, proudly telling everyone in the room how hot they looked, including you. And the shy stoic girl, uncomfortable with the noise and the amount of people in one dorm. She wanted to leave the moment she got here. They were opposites, which made for a fun friendship dynamic in so many ways.

“Niran! You made it!”

“Oh sweetheart, I’ve never been one to turn down a party!”

He was right, then again he WAS the party. You couldn’t have a good time if Niran wasn’t around. His infectious energy affected everyone, maybe except for Satya.

“Did you have to bring Satya though?” One of your roommates asked. “She’s… kinda boring.”

“Oh Satya isn’t boring. I couldn’t leave her at the dorm!” Niran pouted. “Plus, she’s fun, you just need to get to know her.”

“Right… Well.. enjoy the booze I guess.”

Enjoy he would. Soon Niran was drunk, slurring his words and stumbling around. Satya trailed after him, trying her best to help him where she could. She kept asking if she should take him home, but Niran wasn’t interested in going home. He was having so much fun, and wanted to stay.

“Let’s play 7 minuets in heaven!” Someone shouted.

Niran’s ears pricked up and he grinned, seeking you out in the crowd. Oh the things he would do to you in the closet. He watched with eager eyes, waiting to see if you wanted to play, and of course you did. He bit his lip with anticipation. How perfect.

“Satyaaaaa! I’m going to go play too!”

“Bua…”

Niran didn’t let her finish however, he already started to wonder off, leaving the raven haired girl to make a choice. Play too, or stay and watch. She trusted Niran and wanted to show him she could be fun too. She knew what others thought of her, she wanted to be liked. With a deep sigh, she reluctantly joined the game too.

——🪷——

“So we all know how this works, I’m going to pick two people and you get seven minuets in the closet to do whatever you wish!” Your roommate explained.

Satya didn’t understand but she dare not say anything. You and Niran locked eyes for a moment, with you quickly looking away, blushing. Both of you hoped that you’d be paired off together, but time would tell. The lust you felt for one another was off the charts.

“Hmmm let’s see, I want to make this interesting… that’s start with…. Niran!”

The Thai boy grinned, licking his lips a little. Your heart pounded in your chest, threatening to leap out of your throat. You looked at your roommate with such pleading eyes. You had to go in there with him. But your roommate either didn’t get the hint or he didn’t care.

“Hmmmmm…. Oh I know, how about Satya? You two would be an interesting match.”

Satya didn’t understand why people started to gasp and whisper, but she was happy to be paired off with Niran, who certainly didn’t mind. You were crushed though, but apart of you had hope that Satya would refuse Niran, and that they would just sit awkwardly for seven minuets. Maybe chat about their day, maybe say nothing at all. Boring stuff.

“We always get paired together don’t we?” Niran winked at her.

“Yes.”

He took her hand and lead her over to the closet, opening the door for her like the gentleman he was. Nervously she stepped inside, Niran following in after. It was a small space, forcing them to remain close.

“Let the seven minuets begin!”

As the door closed, Niran pressed her small frame against the wall playing with the bangs of her sleek satin hair, his body so close to her she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Niran… what are we meant to do..?”

Her body trembled against him, biting her lip softly, yet she was unsure why she was doing so. Niran smiled at her, her innocence quite adorable.

“Well Satya, this is a kissing game. We get seven heavenly minuets to explore each other’s bodies.”

His hands trailed up her sides and back down, taking note of every curve, the way her skin felt, the way her dress hugged her figure. It was a pretty black BodyCon dress, one she didn’t often to wear, but one Niran had brought for her for parties and social occasions. It had taken some convincing on his part to get her to wear it, but oh was that hard work paying off now.

“Have you ever kissed someone Vaswani?”

He leaned in close to her ear, giving it a playful lick. She shook her head. Every inch of her wanted to turn and bolt, but she had been wanting to kiss Niran for a while, now was her chance. She decided to be brave, and have fun. That’s what Niran always did.

“Judging by the time, we have about six and a half minuets left, if you want to try?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, his lips feathering kisses across her neck and up to her jawline. He waited for her to protest, to beg him to stop, or to even push him away. But she didn’t, delighting him further. She was as stif as a board but he was going to loosen her up. He stepped away from her for a moment looking around the closet for something. She missed the contact, hating on the empty space between them.

“Niran..?”

“Just want to make things comfortable for you Satya.”

He ripped a blanket off its hanger, shaking it out and draping it on the floor. She hated hard wood floors against her skin. They were often dirty and it made her skin crawl. This wasn’t the best case scenario, but it was better than what it was.

Niran dropped to his knees, straightening out the blanket before taking her hand and tugging it, encouraging her to kneel with him. She did, with little hesitation, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.

“You’re so pretty Satya, any man would be so lucky to have you. Think of this as….” He eyed her lips, biting his own. They looked incredible. “Experience gained.”

His lips crashed against hers, the stickiness of her lipstick mixed with the glossiness on his own. His tongue poked against her teeth, begging for her to open up for him. The poor girl didn’t know what he wanted, but Niran was happy to help. His hand snaked up around the back of her head, finding her tight bun, tugging it back to make her gasp. His tongue slipped so effortlessly inside her mouth, making her moan against him.

She began to stim with her hands, nerves getting the better of her. His free hand found hers, moving one to his chest, wanting her to touch him. She was a bit embarrassed at first, but felt a little at ease as she felt his hard abs through his thin shirt.

He pushed against her, wanting to lay her down, but again Satya didn’t understand. He pulled away from her lips, wanting to desperately to kiss them again, but he had to command.

“Lay down dearest. It’s most comfortable that way.”

“Okay..”

She reached up and took her hair out of the bun, shaking out the soft curls it gave her, satin locks framing her face in such a way that made her look beautiful. She began to lay back but Niran couldn’t wait, diving on her, lips on her’s, pinning her to the floor in a fiery passionate kiss.

His hands found her breasts, so perky and firm, groping them gently at first before getting rougher with her. His hands felt amazing, so precise. She felt it all through her thin bra, secretly wishing he would just take it off.

“Niran!” She gasped through the kiss, making him chuckle at her.

“Too much dearest?” His lips tickling hers with how close they still were.

He was surprised when she shook her head, so he continued to play with her tits, smirking at the way she gasped and moaned. A part of her felt bad for you. She knew how Niran felt about you, how much he wanted you. The guilt was eating away at her and yet she was so happy.

His lips were on hers again, his cream hair water falling down his face and framing hers for a moment, before she tucked it neatly behind his ear. He ground into her hips feeling himself a little too much in this situation, forgetting where they were. She cried against his lips, a sound he never expected to hear from her. In this moment she decided that she would let him take her, if that’s what he wanted.

With about a two minuets to go until their time was up, he caressed her outer thigh, mentally remarking how soft it was. Her dress had ridden up so high that it was practically a top now, not that he was complaining. His hand slid to her inner thigh teasing her, but she didn’t react negatively, instead bucking her hips up into his touch. Curious fingers found the band of her panties, before he stopped, opening his eyes and pulling away from their kiss yet again.

“You’re soaked, you enjoy my touch this much?”

“Yes..”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I..”

He slid his hand into her panties, roaming at her entrance to slick his fingers, moving up to rub her clit.

“Oh god Niran!”

“You like that huh?”

He rubbed a little harder loving the way she reacted to him. It was rare to ever see her so worked up like this. She was so hot underneath him like this. He wanted to see her react more.

“Want me to make you cum?”

She nodded before throwing her head back in delight, loving how he toyed and played with her. She bit back moans trying so hard to be quiet and yet she couldn’t help but cry out for him.

“Yeah? How brave of you to take the plunge like that.”

Her body was trembling and he was getting so worked up too. She was so attractive like this. He couldn’t wait to make her cum for him. She was so damn close, soft moans spilling from her lips.

“That’s it deares-“

“Okay you two, seven minuets are up!”

The doors flung open and they were caught in the act. Satya squealed in embarrassment, covering her face to hide how red she was. Niran froze, releasing how bad this looked. He had forgotten to keep track of time, he had been so busy toying with her he forgot about the timer.

“Woah! Looks like you guys had fun huh?”

You stared at them both, taking in the sight. Satya’s messy hair and smeared lipstick, her dress around her waist, legs spread around Niran. Her chest rising and falling so rapidly. Niran’s body so close to hers, lips covered in her lipstick, hair equally as messy. His hand dipped inside her panties, so lewd. He was.. pleasuring her. She let him. You watched as he pulled his hand out of her panties, fingers slick with her juices. Both of them blushed with embarrassment now.

“How could you..”

You felt yourself begin to panic, sprinting out of the room in tears. You didn’t want to be there any longer, you couldn’t stand it. The thought of them both so intimate like that disgusted you. Niran watched as you left the room, so evidently crying. He looked back at Satya who wore a look of guilt on her face. He realised then what he had done.

“Fuck..”

——🪷——

Your tears made your vision blurry, but why did that matter anymore. You didn’t want to be here. The imagine of Satya moaning his name as he did such wantonly things to her. You loved him. You were hurting so badly that you just couldn’t cope. The alcohol was getting to you, making you sick with despair. You thought he loved you too. The way he looked at you was so loving, so kind. Why did he do this. Why did he toy with you. You just wanted to go home to bed, but of course your dorm was hosting the party. Instead you lay out in the corridor screaming and sobbing your heart out, your cries drowned out by the loud music.

“Fuck you Niran..”

You had a hair pin holding your hair up in a beautiful style. You practically tore the thing out of your hair, your locks falling out and spilling over your shoulders. It was a gorgeous metal pin, nice and sharp. The perfect instrument to inflict pain on yourself. You often accidentally cut yourself putting it in.

The hysteria you felt drove you mad. You couldn’t take it anymore. The image of them getting frisky burned into your mind. How far would they have gone if they weren’t restricted for time. Would they have gone all the way?

With the hair pin held in your hand, you brought it down on your thigh, screaming out in pain, before yanking it free. Blood spilt from the wound, trickling down your inner and outer thigh, pooling on the white marble floor. You for sure hit the femoral artery, a fatal strike if not treated quickly. The blood loss was immense, it almost scared you. You kept crying out from the throbbing pain in your thigh. It hurt so badly, and yet not as bad as the pain in your chest. You stabbed again and again, losing your sanity a little more each time.

——🪷——

Niran stumbles down the corridor calling out your name. His body too drunk to move all that quickly. He calls out to you again, wishing you would answer him. He’s worried sick and it’s made worse when he remembers your face and how it looked when you saw him and Satya in the closet.

“Y/N.. please.. wher-“

Blood. So much blood. It was everywhere. It looked like a murder scene. Your right shoulder lay against the wall, your back to him, sitting in a pool of your own blood. He stumbled over to you, the fear made him nauseous. Your gorgeous thighs had been stabbed multiple times, a long sharp hairpin lay close by. He screamed realising that you had done this to yourself.

“NO! NO NO NO!!! Y/N!”

He dropped to his knees and pulled you into his arms, cradling your body close to him. He didn’t know what to do. His mind clouded by the alcohol. Gently he tapped your cheek begging for you to open your eyes.

“Y/N!! No please!! PLEASE!! WHY DID YOU DO THIS!! PLEASE SOMEONE!! HELP ME!!”

You do open your eyes but they look so lifeless and dead. He stares into them, his own pleading with you to keep yours open.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry.. forgive me… please… I need you..”

You gasp softly as if choking and he sits you up, blood splattering from your mouth, which only terrifies him more. He rubs your back as he sobs. He’s terrified and doesn’t know what to do. You’re bleeding out too fast, too many wounds to cover. You were slipping through his grasp.

“It was a mistake… I don’t love her.. I love you!! SHE WAS A MISTAKE!! A STUPID AWFUL DRUNKEN MISTAKE!!”

You begin to lose consciousness again, head lulling back, eyes rolling. He held you close, screaming again for someone to help him. You were going to die. He couldn’t do a thing.

“Don’t go… PLEASE DON’T GO!!”

——🪷——

Beeeeeeeeeep. A flatline. Something he never wanted to hear. You had lost too much blood and your heart had stopped. He watched in horror as doctors attempted to restart your heart, but with no luck.

“Time of death 04:02 am”

He sat devistated watching the flatline, begging for your heart to start up again. He couldn’t lose you. He had sobered up a lot in the last few hours, making the emotional pain so much worse.

When your heart didn’t restart, he bolted out of the room. He couldn’t be there anymore. He couldn’t stand it. His drunken antics with Satya had cost your life. All this because he wanted some carefree fun. He got to his lab, he didn’t know why he came here, but he found himself trashing the place in anger, fear, devastation. He shredded his notes, flipped the tables, smashed a prototype.

“FUCKKK!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!” His fist punched a hole in the wall, splitting his knuckles open, the crimson liquid spilling all over the floor. Why did you leave. He spots a picture of you both, frame broken from the fall, it’s all he had left.

——🪷——

Satya’s head still spun from the previous night. She had woken up with flushed cheeks and memories of the way Niran had touched her. The way he made her feel was like nothing she had ever felt before. Butterflies paced around in his stomach as she remembered the way his fingers felt against her skin. If only they weren’t interrupted. Would they have done it? Gone all the way together? She blushed deeper, burying her head in her pillow, trying not to let these thoughts take over.

Satya had liked Niran for a while, but after last night she felt something new. A type of yearning for him. She started to daydream of all the things he could have done last night, realising she would be okay with all of them. She thought about you, and guilt forced itself upon her. Still, it couldn’t be helped. She just hoped that you and Niran had talked things out. He didn’t come home last night, he was probably in bed with you. It hurt, but she understood. Nothing could have prepared her for the truth though. Her other two roommates sobbing from the terrible news.

“What…?” She surely misheard them.

“Last night.. she killed herself. Niran found her.. it must have been so awful.”

She froze. This had to be a sick joke. You had made it all up to get back at her.. right..? She waited with bated breath to see if you or Niran would jump out and laugh at her. A way to get back at her for last night. But that never came. Instead she found herself returning to her shared room with Niran, collapsing to the floor. Her body shook violently, tears streamed down her face. She had caused this. She was the reason you were dead.

She thought of Niran and the pain he was feeling. Was he okay? Of course he wasn’t okay.. She needed relief from it all. Her head felt like it would pop at any moment. Someone was screaming and she wished they would just stop. It only dawned on her that she was the one screaming when she felt her voice give out. She stayed there for what felt like hours before her mind locked onto one thing.

Niran hadn’t come home.

“NIRAN!!”

She got the strength to stand, a gut feeling that something was wrong. She staggered out the door and out of her dorm, turning towards the labs. Was he there? She had this horrible feeling he would be. She took off running, trying so hard to keep her balance. She had to be there for him.

“BUA?! Are you here?! Nir-“

He was on the floor, bleeding out. He was trying to do the same thing as you. She screamed rushing to his side, watching as his eyes followed her the whole time.

“Hey you..”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!”

He moved his hand to show her a deep gash on his stomach. He was clutching a picture in his left hand. The picture of him and you. You both looked so happy. You both were so full of life that day.

“It’s okay.. I’m fine..”

“YOU AREN’T FINE NIRAN!!”

She dropped to the floor, trying her best to help him but she quickly realised that he had done too much damage. He was going to die.

“I’m sorry Satya.. you forgive me right… I’m so sorry…”

She choked on her tears, letting out a pained scream as she held him. She had caused all of this. All because she decided to play a stupid game. The boy she loved was dying in her arms. Was this what he went through last night? It must have been hell.

“I’m so sorry… I never wanted you to find me… I’m so sorry…”

“NO!! WHY DID YOU DO THIS!”

The noise she made next was akin to a wounded animal. It was so guttural and raw. She would have surprised herself had she cared enough about what she sounded like. Instead she tried to patch up his wound, knowing it was pointless. She applied pressure but the blood didn’t stop. She searched the room for something to dress it with but found nothing.

“It’s okay… it’s alright… Will you promise me that you won’t hate me… I’m so sorry..”

“I LOVE YOU!!!” She screamed so loud she nearly winded herself. Tears came harder and she screamed again begging for him not to do this.

“I know.. I know you do..” His bloody hand reached up to cup her face. On some level he almost regret doing this, but on a deeper level, he just couldn’t live without you.

“Please don’t leave.. please… Please Niran..”

“Was I your first..?” It hardly mattered. He was dying anyway, yet he wanted to comfort her.

“Yes… So don’t do this.. fight…”

“I’m glad it was with someone you loved.. I’m going to be with the woman I love now.. it’s selfish.. and I know you’ll hate me.. but…”

“I love you… Why must you toy with my heart Niran Pruksamanee.. It’s all my fault..”

He attempted to smile, lips barely curling. In another life, he was certain that Satya had her Niran. Maybe they were happy. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe there was a Niran out there somewhere who had lost their Satya. The thought made him tear up.

“Not… you.. your… fau…lt…” He wheezed, desperate to finish what he had to say. “I… just… wanted.. her..”

He wanted to say more. He wanted to tell her she was the best roommate he ever had. He wanted to kiss her goodbye or leave her some lasting comfort. Instead he died in her arms, his last words being about you, ultimately making her feel so much worse.

“And I just wanted you…”

She cradled his body for a long time before realising he was gone. When she finally did realise she forced back tears, trying so hard to stay calm. She pulled him close and gave him one last kiss, before laying him down and standing up. She shakily walked to the door, and stepped outside into the hall. The lab was dead silent for a beat. Then all that could be heard were her pained screams from the hallway, so loud and painful she caused a scene. The picture of you and Niran slipping from his fingers and landing in the pool of his own blood.

BONUS

——💎——

“Come now Satya, you aren’t still crying over that coward are you?”

“I’m sorry..”

She looked at Sanjay with a great sadness in her eyes. He had done a lot for her since Niran passed, being her shoulder to cry on, ears to listen, lips to kiss. Lately though he had been so mean. Belittling her every time she mentioned or thought of Niran.

“He’s gone, get over it.”

“Yes Sanjay..”

He treated her like a glorified maid now. She cooked for him. Cleaned for him. Cared for him. At this point she practically dropped out of the academy, but he promised to get her a position under him if she behaved.

“You’re still frowning. Do I have to reprimand you again?”

“No Sanjay.. I’ll be good.”

On some level, she was scared of him. She couldn’t do much about it, who would she turn to. He had been so kind after Niran died. Almost romantic. He older than she was, but he took a liking to her, wanting to build her up into this masterpiece. Her pretty looks were just a bonus. An extra reward for saving her.

“Good. You owe me don’t forget. Oh and honey?”

She looked up at him with sad eyes, trying her best to force a smile. Her body shook with fear as he looked at her with such malice.

“Don’t cry in presence again. You will conform or I will make you. Do I make myself clear? Now be a good little Vishkar employee and fix me some coffee.”

“Y-Yes.. Sanjay..”

[divinemissem13]

4, 18, 23, & 29 for the OTP ask game for Brenda x Sharon. Please & thank you.

Thanks for asking! I love any opportunity to talk about Brenda and Sharon 😍

4. Their favorite show to watch together Murder She Wrote (they keep a running tally of who solves the cases first, bonus points for when they figure it out before Jessica Fletcher)

18. What are they like when they're drunk? Brenda is a very physically affectionate drunk, which always makes Sharon blush when they're in public. Sharon doesn't get all out drunk often, because when she does, she loses what little filter she had to begin with and gets a little too honest, for better or for worse. She prefers to get just tipsy enough that she can enjoy it when Brenda starts to feel her up under the table.

23. Who initiates cuddling more? 100% Brenda.

29. First date Casual, friendly dinner or drinks where neither realizes it's a date until they kiss goodnight. *Official first date*: Brenda cooks dinner for Sharon. The food is a disaster, but it makes for a good story to tell their grandchildren someday.

[miradelletarot]

Thank you @waterdeepwhiskey for the tag!!

I tag @tavyliasin @morb-untamed @ex-textura and else who wants to join the fun! (so deeply sorry if you already did this though. Hard to keep up with who does these things anymore lol).

BASICS

Full name: Sagora Crefort (well, she's Sagora Dekarios now hehe).

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight (but she's definitely explored other options a bit in her youth).

Background: Outlander

Class: Circle of the Moon Druid

OTHER

Birthplace: A small, matriarchal family grove about a tenday outside of Baldur's Gate

Profession: She was *supposed* to be First Druid of her grove after her mother died, but the ilithids took her first.

Phobias: Spiders. She HATES spiders. So much so, that she refuses to use her spider form unless she TRULY needs to use it.

Guilty pleasures: She mayyy or may not enjoy that Waterdhavian Whiskey Gale mentioned once a bit too much, and when she's good and tipsy she channels her inner stripper dancer. (This totally didn't happen in camp that one time when all they had for dinner was a bunch of alcohol.)

Hobbies: meditation, yoga (or whatever the Faerun version of that would be lol)

MORALS

Alignment: Neutral Good

Sins: b/c of her past, she's got a lot of trust issues, and that tends to make her very cold towards ppl she doesn't care about. She also has a tendency to say what's on her heart a bit too bluntly if (again, someone she really cares about) is doing something stupid in her perspective (example: Gale feeling like he has to do what Mystra says about using the orb). She had some VERY BIG FEELINGS about that, and wasn't shy about it either. She also wasn't very nice. When she gets that angry she enters into the "act first, and apologize later" territory.

Virtues: Trying to live up to the standards of First Druid that her mother would have been proud of. She's also extremely thoughtful, and tries to do whatever she can to make those around her feel happy and safe as much as she possibly can. Her and Astarion didn't get along very well at first for that reason, but when she promised to help him with Cazador (and delivered on that promise,) he had a lot more respect and appreciation for her, and her desire to help those around her.

THIS OR THAT

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious / Restless

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between

Cautious / Reckless / In between

Patient / Impatient / In between

Outspoken / Reserved / In between

Leader / Follower / Flexible

Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between

Optimist / Pessimist / Realist

Traditional / Modern / In between

Hard-working / Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: Sagora/Gale (Vineweave!) <3

Acceptable Ships: Gale has her heart. No one else compares.

OT3: None. While Sagora is a half-elf (and rather accustomed to these sorts of relationships,) she respects Gale's monogamous preferences. She loves him so deeply that she would never want to disrespect his boundaries, and thus, the only one she will ever need/want/desire is him. =>

Brotp: Sagora and Karlach. K bae is her ride or die. Hands down!

Notp: Anything Mystra. Fuck that wish.com Barbie ass bitch!

BACKSTORY

The daughter of a Baldurian Merchant, and next in line to be First Druid in her family's grove, Sagora endured the separation of her family when her father was threatened by The Guild - with her, her sister, and mother as the targets. Sagora's strong-willed personality brought her defiantly back to Baldur's Gate to be with her father when she was violently assaulted. The attack left her unconscious for over a tenday, waking up back in her grove with orders to never return to Baldur's Gate. When her mother died, she set out to return to her childhood home to send word to her father when she was captured by the ilithids. Now, her task is to survive not only for the sake of the Sword Coast, but to return to her family's grove, and take her rightful place as the new First Druid.

...Or will she? my fic series was meant as not just a Gale x Sagora romance, but as a means to share/write out her backstory! You can read it here!