#twould be insane

[ralofofriverwoods]

My dream job is to get commissioned by dropout for a d20 season’s artwork. This is currently impossible however, because of a barrier called. No way to get paid currently. And also, more importantly, I would explode immediately into a thousand little bits like u do in Lego Starwars.

[loregoddess]

finally finished getting all the rapport convos (sans Alain, bc SIR YOU HAVE SO MANY CONVOS) so I'm finally resuming the main story...

which means I finally got to the "unbind the ring" quest in Unicorn Overlord, and this is probably one of the funniest quests to build off the rapport convo mechanics (spoilers under cut)

I'll probably end up having Alain and Scarlett do the Rite of Devotion bc the game's been pushing them since the start so 'twould fit narratively, although Rosalinde's entire "choose only the person you trust the most. Or Else." makes me wanna choose Lex bc narratively he's been Alain's dude from the start, but I did click onto the list (which I know can be expanded even further if I fill out the last of those RCs for Alain), and honestly this really is the funniest thing bc I've got things like:

Makes the most narrative sense: Scarlett, Lex, or Chloe

Technically makes narrative sense from like, a political standpoint: Gilbert, Eltolinde, Rosalinde, Victoria (platonically), Yunifi, also Scarlett

Absolutely batshit: Tatiana (has openly threatened to kill Alain multiple times) or Gammel (known murderer and thief even if he's technically a good person deep, deep down)

the fact that Alain can marry er, forge this rite with all of the Sad Angels, most of the bestrals, a good portion of the retainers to foreign royalty, and an assortment of random, usually very rough-around-the-edges commoners, along with various minor nobles, several older men, and one older lady who reverse-aged herself is wild, and ridiculously funny

so anyhow I'm hoping there's scripts for all the potential rite candidates so I can read them all bc the list is insane and I really wanna know if/how this quest's resolution changes the script going forward

[gainprincess]

"BWAH?!"

"Sorry, would you rather I use proper terminology? It's been a while, but I'll try."

She clears her throat, and sweetens her tone.

"Master, won't you please let me suckle from your obscenely fat breasts so that I may outshine all these pigs lesser than me with my flab? I'd be really grateful. I wish to become a most bloated and greedy cow of a woman, with a body that may put even Avenger to shame."

She's stepping towards Passionlip now, and the Alter Ego's face heats up. Medusa's words are sultry and genuine, and each step she makes shows off her toned legs, flexing with muscle.

Passionlip is very confused on how to feel about this. On one hand, this lady DID just break into her office, started calling her by her and her sisters' designation, not her NAME, and is now staring her down asking for some of her thick fucking titmilk.

She has every right to be horrified.

But something about the way Medusa's manic grin and glowing eyes flash makes her also REALLY, REALLY turned on all of a sudden.

"W-Well, i-if you wanna have some that bad, there's always the ho-"

"W-Wait, no, that's a really bad idea! I-I can't let you do that, even if you ARE the prettiest lady I've ever seen in my life! Also, my name's Passionlip!"

Confessions aside, Passionlip's words cause Medusa to halt in her tracks, eyebrow furrowing in confusion as she twitches.

"I...cannot?"

At first, she's calm. Passionlip exhales in relief. Calm is good.

Then, the anger.

"Why in Olympus not, Sakura?! Am I not worthy? Have I erred in some way?!"

Her teeth gnash in frustration as Passionlip quivers...but the Alter-Ego stands her ground. She's grown a lot since coming to Chaldea in many different ways.

Medusa's just angry. She's not making threatening movements, and her voice isn't that threatening, despite increase in volume. She's just having an outburst.

She can do this.

"I-I just can't! I don't let anyone have my milk straight from the tap, it's too much! J-Just look at the pudding formula thing everyone else gets with breakfast that makes them bloat! My milk is the main ingredient!"

And it all comes together, for those acting as observers. Passionlip is Raikou and Boudica's third conspirator in the duo's goal to fatten all of Chaldea in their own special way, though it seems that she, unlike the other two, has some semblance of...limitations.

"...Mh. I...I see. That...is reasonable. For such a thing to be only PARTLY comprised of your milk...It must be truly potent indeed. Twould be a waste to get so fat so quickly...I must show the others my superiority slowly, make them realize over time..."

She's in her own self-absorbed logic loop, of course, but Passionlip's words have halted her. She's calming down, coming down from the high that is her lust, if slightly. It's a sudden change, a violent swap, and if Passionlip had not been blessed with a face that brought Medusa's submissive nature to the front like a boomerang, it's doubtful such logic would've occurred.

But Passionlip does get her feelings on the topic. Being small in Chaldea is both a blessing and a curse.

Sure, you can maneuever easier, and you'll be granted a lot of convenient privileges the larger Servants just don't have access to at their size...but you won't feel like you belong. At least, Lip didn't when she was 'small'.

Sure, she was a weight everyone WANTED to be, but she didn't look it. They treated her with respect, but not with friendship. That's why SHE got big. So she could be useful, and have friends.

So she can empathize with Medusa, even if their reasons are different.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, in that case. I hope you will forgive me for this, Sa-"

She bites her tongue.

A-Ah...Your name is not...Sakura, yes? Passionlip, you said...please forgive me. You just looked so much like my Master that I..."

This change in personality is entire genuine. It is true feeling, and it occured at the drop of a hat. Perhaps it is this one moment that best encapsulates her insanity after all.

'Oh, I'm gonna get so fired for this...'

Passionlip's empathy overwhelms her better judgement for a split-second. She's too caring, and that face Medusa's pulling is way too much.

'Fuck it.'

"U-Um! P-Please don't say sorry! I-I think I actually CAN help...! Sort of..."

"...Eh?"

Medusa was about to turn on her heel and leave, to go find another venue in which she can gain quickly. Harassing someone with Sakura's face is a good way to give herself and the harassee a lot of uncomfortable feelings. Medusa dislikes the idea of that.

But now...Passionlip is offering something. So she stays...and she stares.

"I-I can't...give you fresh stuff from the t-tap. Full blast like that'd ruin our entire base. B-But, um...there's a unique property, to my milk...M-My...uh...fat content..."

She squirms a little, embarrassed.

"I-If the stuff goes directly to a fridge instead of a bowl or glass, and it stays there long enough to cool down...the extra-fattening effects are d-dulled a bit...O-Only problem is..."

She sighs.

"Can you move back just a f-few steps...? I need to activate something you're on top of."

"A-Ah. Yes. Certainly. Sorry."

Medusa snaps out of her titty-ogling at the request, wiping drool from her lip as her face flushes red. For some reason, the fact that Lip isn't Sakura kind of makes her more embarrassed to have been that greedy in front of her.

She takes a step back, glancing down on the floor. There doesn't SEEM to be anything there; just a normal oaken floor, beautifully pristine despite all the pressure that is applied to it daily with Lip's mere existence...

"A-Alter Ego Gamma...R-Requesting funneling hose connected to refrigeration storage...code 7929 Blossom Sunrise."

Passionlip rattles off a series of phrases, eyes closed as if concentrating, and for a moment, Medusa thinks nothing will happen.

Then the floor shifts, and Medusa's core grows hot as something rises out of it.

A feeding tube.

"N-Nh...I see...~"

She's only ever seen it used once, on a day where Sei Shonagon (Berserker) was feeling particularly lazy, and demanded her lover fill her up with 'the good stuff' (likely just cake batter)...but just recalling that memory gets her even hotter.

She knows what's about to happen. It's such a thick tube, too...There's going to be so much.

"Um...y-you can just p-put your lips over it...It's sensor-activated, so it'll start pumping whatever's in there into your tummy...I'm only allowing you to have three bottles, though, okay..?"

By her estimate, that should be enough to get Medusa...satisfied.

"O-Of course, Lady Passionlip...my everlasting thanks...Fuck...~"

She's gyrating her hips again, trying to relieve herself through the denim of her white pants...

'The pants I'll be rendering useless before long..!~'

She's soaked even more now. It's self-defeating. She can't help it.

She opens her mouth. The tube sits at mouth-level, just waiting, begging, pleading for a worthy pair of plump lips to sliiiide down it and embrace their fate.

For once, Medusa loves her fate.

She doesn't even consciously shove herself forward. It's almost like she's falling. Falling, falling, down and down...just a puppet for her inevitable victory.

Her mouth takes it in without hesitation as she sliiides onto it like it's the most delicious shaft she's tasted in her life, eyes rolling backwards as it slides into her throat. That's the lovely thing about not having a gag reflex...no interruptions.

The world around her blurs to nothingness as the grrrlggglleee and glllrrrrooopppp... of heavy, thick, creamy titcream pushing up the tube enters her ear. It's close. She can almost see it bloating the tube with sheer mass, the chilled dairy getting closer and closer to her soft lips...!~

It passes her mouth, and starts tracing down her maw to the opening halfway down her throat.

That alone makes Medusa flood.

Then?

Impact.

"NNNNNNH!~"

The dull realization that she's throwing her dignity away like this IN FRONT OF someone hardly occurs to her when the first deluge hits her throat.

It's so fucking creamy.

The chill is evident and transparent, and Medusa bucks when she feels her throat cool down. She can already feel it working, and her shirt groans as her chest swells.

"HHUNNNHHH...~"

But there's a problem with being so good at deepthroating you can deepthroat a two-inch wide feeding tube.

She can't taste it. She's feeling it deposit in her belly, bringing an end to her thin nature for good (Finally. Worthless.), but she can't taste it. She wants to taste it.

In the only moment of rational clarity she'll have for the next few hours, Medusa manages to push the tube upward with her throat muscles, far enough that she can at least taste it on the back of her tongue.

It drives her further into ecstasy.

Lip's milk is somehow both sweet and not at the same time, like a creamy glaze that goes on cinnamon rolls. She drools as it pours down her gullet, the substance flooding her stomach like it owes the stuff rent.

Its effects are instantaneous too. Her hips are swaying involuntarily at the feeling, and she thinks she may go cross-eyed. It's too good. Her hands are palmed against the floor, because if they aren't, she won't be able to stay upright.

Speaking of her hips, they continue to swell as she gulps, and they go from birthing hips worthy of a goddess to the most obscenely perfect set of love-handles one could ever witness, straining her pants already as the softness gathers and pads it all, concentrated like it only cares about ensuring the fabric suffers as cellulite forms on Medusa's fat rear.

"Mmmph...~"

"Nnghh...~"

She's eternally grateful to Passionlip.

Even though only one bottle has finished, her breasts are already double the size they were when she started. Even though only one bottle has finished, her face has softened, and a second chin has started to form beneath her first. Even though only one bottle has finished, her legs are causing tears in the fabric of her pants, exposing her new, flabby thighs to the world (or, well, to the starstruck Alter Ego bolted in place before her) like a cow's ought.

But her belly's not big enough. She wants more. Sure, it's swelling into a gut. Sure, the more and more she lets drain into her stomach from this second bottle, she feels it swell and gurgle and groan and churn, but she's not there yet.

She's so close, she feels like she just needs an inch more. She's so close to the greatest moment of her second life. She's so, so close to...to...!

PING!~

She freezes. One of the buttons on her pants, one of the things that keep it up on her hips alongside the buckle, has pinged harmlessly off Passionlip's metal claw, clattering to the ground between them.

She stares.

Lip stares.

PING!~

Another flies off, smashing into her claws and falling to earth once more.

Medusa can hear her pants creaking under her swelling gut. Can hear them yearning to snap, to give her the edge she desperately craves...She pants into the tube, attempting to gulp faster and faster so it comes sooner and sooner...

"MMmh...!"

PING! Another button. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

"MMMH!!!~"

She bucks her hips, eyes fully rolling back in her skull as she goes over the edge.

A CRRRREEEAAAAKKKKKK from her belt buckle. Followed by a GRRRNNGNNNNNNNN from her straining leather belt.

She takes a breath. She readies herself. She steadies her hands. And, when it finally, finally...

SNNNNNNNAPPPPPPPPP!~

Medusa lets go.

"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!~~"

The belch shatters plates in the cafeteria. She's a mile away from it and she's causing glass to EXPLODE in the dish rack. Windows aren't safe either. Anything not reinforced by magic is dust in the wake of that rippling belch, and the sound is like a fucking monstrosity's bellow no matter where you are in Chaldea.

It's a message. For all to hear.

Look. At. ME.

[keicordelle]

Chapter 9 of A First for Everything, Perchance to Dream, is up! Thancred is still feeling a bit out of sorts after that near-kiss, and Urianger convinces him he should rest early -- in Urianger's bed. With Urianger. A plan that surely has absolutely no flaws and will definitely not make Thancred's palpating heart speed even faster.

Read it on Ao3 at the link above, or check out the first chapter on Tumblr here.

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Thancred dragged himself away from Urianger, scrubbing a hand down his face. "Maybe some sleep really will help," he muttered to himself, drawing up beside the sofa he'd taken as his bed. Maybe if I go back to sleep, he'll try again.

He threw back the blanket with perhaps more force than was necessary, trying to banish the unhelpful thought. Just lay down, close your eyes, and turn off your brain. And when you wake up, maybe you can convince yourself this was all a dream. Not bloody likely.

A hand caught around his wrist before he could drop down onto the dingy cushions. The scent of Urianger filled his nose -- hells, it always filled his nose these days, permeating the air in his little house until it had become the new norm. But this close, Thancred could feel the heat from Urianger’s body at his back, his grip surprisingly firm on his arm.

Thancred’s body wanted to turn into him and melt into that warmth, maybe even pull Urianger tight against him and do something he couldn't take back, like kiss him senseless. Instead, he tensed beneath his grip, forcing himself still so he wouldn't do something he'd regret.

Urianger drew back instantly, his hand falling away to his side. Thancred’s eyes followed it, watching as it clutched at his skirt, before he dragged them back up to Urianger’s face, kicking himself internally. Was that hurt he spied in the depths of Urianger’s eyes, or just worry? Was he going to drive himself insane overanalyzing Urianger’s every move? Only one of these questions did Thancred have an answer to.

"Pray forgive mine impertinence," Urianger hastened to say. "But thy bedding is hardly fit for a man in good health, let alone one who suffers a malaise. 'Twould be unthinkable that I permit you remain here when there exists a perfectly comfortable alternative not ten paces away."

Thancred frowned at him. "Urianger, we've already had this argument. I'm not going to let you give up your bed for me. I'm already asking too much by asking you to let us stay here." Urianger opened his mouth to protest, but Thancred waved off his concern. "Believe me, I've slept in far worse places than this in far worse condition."

If Thancred had expected him to drop the issue, he was in for a surprise. Urianger’s lips thinned into a flat line as he considered his rebuttal. But they’d already settled this weeks ago, when Urianger had apologized for being "ill equipped to receive guests." Nothing had changed between then and now; if he hadn't had an argument to convince Thancred then, he wouldn't be able to now. He ought to know that.

He tried anyway. "If thy concern rest in my wellbeing, perchance there is a suitable compromise. My bed is surely of a size that we might both lay comfortably upon it."

Thancred choked. Okay, maybe he could come up with a new argument. Thal's balls. "Urianger, I'm not going to share your bed!"

"Whyever not? Full well do I know that thou art accustomed to sleeping alongside others. 'Tis hardly different from the close quarters a scouting party must share. Mine only regret is that the thought did not occur to me sooner." He hesitated, fingers fiddling with the chains on his skirt. "But if the notion discomfits thee so, then thou hast mine sincerest apologies. We needs not speak of it again."

"No, it's not that at all," Thacred rushed to say before Urianger could turn away. "You know that I'm perfectly comfortable with you. It's just... It's different."

"Why?"

Because you're my friend. Because you're Urianger. Because I want nothing more than to wrap you up in my arms and hold you close, and I can't for the life of me figure out if you want the same or if I'm just imagining things. Because I think I care for you in a way that I'm not sure I've ever cared for anyone else. Seven hells, he was overthinking this, wasn't he? Yesterday he wouldn’t have thought twice about sharing a bed with Urianger. Why should that have changed just because Thancred wanted to kiss him a little bit? He was an adult. He was perfectly capable of controlling himself and sharing a bed with his friend without it being weird.

What would be weird was if he continued to refuse Urianger’s offer. Because he was right, unless Thancred wanted to admit to his newfound urges to do things other than sleep chastely next to him in that bed, there was no good reason for him to deny him.

"You win," Thancred said, holding up his hands in surrender. "You're right. If we can both fit in the bed, there's no reason we can’t share it. For now, at least. Though you may find I'm not as pleasant a bed companion at you think. I've been told I thrash something fierce."

Urianger chuckled, his eyes creasing at the corners. They were bright as he smiled at him, a soft golden warmth in them that Thancred could feel over his skin. "A fact I have long since discovered for myself. Thy limbs have a notable tendency to upset any and all books within arm's reach of thy resting place."

Thancred ducked my head with a chagrined snort. "Ah, sorry about that."

Urianger waved off the concern, turning to lead the way into his chambers and the bed that awaited them there. The singular bed. With one blanket. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. Thancred squashed the thought, trailing closely after him. Watching the slip of ankle that showed beneath the swish of his skirt as he walked, eyes carefully lowered lest his hindbrain get any silly ideas about how that robe clung to Urianger’s backside.

He did have to admit that the bed looked significantly more comfortable than the dingy sofa he'd been sleeping on, with its lumpy cushions and springs desperate to make the acquaintance of his kidneys. A good night's sleep would be a welcome turn of events -- assuming, of course, he could turn off the ceaseless scamper of his thoughts long enough to actually enjoy it.

The chains around Urianger's waist chimed as he unhooked them, setting them carefully aside atop the nearby chest of drawers. Thancred froze, hesitating at the foot of the bed. Hells. Was he going to strip down before climbing into bed? Was Thancred supposed to strip down before getting in? He couldn't just sleep in his clothes, could he? Well, he supposed he could, but that would be even odder than just stripping down to his underwear, wouldn't it?

Twelve preserve him, what did Urianger even wear to bed? Surely Thancred had seen him around the Rising Stones before bed before. Why couldn't he remember for the life of him what he'd been wearing? Did he have a nightgown? Sleep pants? His smalls? Sweet heavens have mercy, Thancred couldn't picture that. Didn’t want to picture that, not while he was staring at the delicious curve of Urianger’s back, elegant and exposed to his hungry eyes. Or the pale arch of his neck revealed as he pulled away his collar, long and slender and graceful.

The collar tinkled lightly as he set it aside with the rest of his chains. He cast a glance over his shoulder at Thancred, pink dusting his cheeks. "I know 'tis foolish, but I prithee, avert thy gaze."

"What? Oh! Of course! Sorry, I didn't mean to--" Thancred shut his damned mouth, spinning on his heels. Okay. Alright then. Stripping. Thancred could strip. This was fine. He'd stripped in front of Urianger before. This was no different than when Urianger tended to his wounds. Expect with a much higher likelihood that Thancred would find his bare flesh pressed up against Urianger’s.

He gave his head a sharp shake, cramming his misgivings into a little box in the back of his mind. In one quick motion, he tugged his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. It was easier, then, to talk himself out of my boots, like he'd broken some sort of seal. Besides, who wanted boots in their bed? His hands hesitated over his belt. No. No, tonight the pants would stay on. Surely Urianger wouldn't fault him for that.

"Ah, my thanks for thy discretion," came Urianger's voice at his back.

"No problem." Was Thancred imagining the flush that still graced Urianger’s cheeks when he turned? Or was it possible that he was drinking Thancred in like Thancred was drinking in him?

Not that there was a great deal to drink. If anything, the nightgown Urianger wore covered more skin than his usual robe. But there was nothing wrong with that -- a little mystery could be just as enticing as something revealing. It reminded Thancred of the robe he used to wear, long and unflattering, but somehow Urianger still managed to look stunning in it. How had Thancred never noticed how beautiful he was before? He shifted uncomfortably, praying that Urianger wouldn't notice his more-than-casual interest.

It seemed that whatever gods existed on the First had heard his prayer, because Urianger didn't so much as glance down before he turned away to throw back the blanket. It was almost a relief to crawl into the bed, where at least Thancred could hide beneath the blanket and pretend that he wasn't so uncomfortably aroused by his friend. Of course, then Urianger climbed in right after him and fairly well shattered that illusion. Thancred could feel the heat of his body on his skin despite the distance that separated them, the sound of Urianger’s breathing a pleasant rhythm in his ears. The urge to pull him close and snuggle into his side struck Thancred like a punch to the gut, and he forced it down, holding himself carefully still in the sheets. He didn't dare roll onto his side -- the bed, while a significant improvement on the kidney-seeking sofa, had a notable slope to the mattress, like fate itself seemed determined to force them together, and he didn't trust himself not to roll into Urianger in his sleep. Or roll onto him and crush him. Urianger was bigger than Thancred was, but that didn't mean he wanted to be buried under the weight of his body in his sleep.

"Rest well, Thancred," Urianger murmured, his voice a soft caress in Thancred’s ear. The bed creaked as he snuggled into the blanket, perfectly at ease next to him.

"Sweet dreams," Thancred whispered back.

Urianger’s breathing evened out into a rhythmic lull, faster than Thancred could ever have expected for one who spent so many nights pacing restlessly beneath the stars. Thancred glanced over to him, watching the peaceful rise and fall of his chest. He looked so sweet like that, curled up on his side with his hair falling over his face, blankets tucked up under his chin. Thancred watched him like that for longer than he would ever admit, with only the steady beat of his heart in his chest and the rhythm of Urianger’s breathing to track the time.

Then Urianger shifted, the bed creaking as he moved into Thancred. His arm fell over Thancred’s waist, pulling him in against him. Urianger’s body curved around his, one leg tangling with Thancred’s and his breath tickling at his neck. Thancred froze, waiting for Urianger to stir and draw back, but he only settled more comfortably against him, sighing contentedly in his sleep as he nestled into him.

Slowly, moving carefully so as not to wake him, Thancred wrapped his arm around him, drawing him in until his head rested on his chest. Urianger snuggled in closer still, his skin a pleasant warmth on Thancred’s. His hair was soft and silken, the feathered ends of it teasing at Thancred’s chest, and though it felt a little too much like tempting fate, Thancred dared to brush his fingers through it. It slipped around them like water, and he did it again, marvelling at the way the grey locks shone silver this close. There were highlights in them he'd never noticed before, strands of blond and ashen white tangled with muted browns to give it a warmth that fairly glowed against his palm. Urianger sighed again, leaning into his touch, and Thancred couldn't help the smile that curved his lips as he looked down upon him. Urianger’s lashes fluttered gently, their silvered sweep casting subtle shadows across his cheeks. His lips parted lightly around his breath, and gods did they look soft too. A little bit thin, but no less inviting for it. Thancred could imagine how they'd feel moving on his own. Parting beneath him to let him in, the wet brush of Urianger’s tongue against his and the taste of him filling his senses.

Thancred hesitated, staring down at his lips. Maybe he could understand why Urianger had tried to kiss him while he was asleep. He could finish what Urianger had started right now. Draw his mouth up to his and brush their lips together -- gentle at first, exploratory, and then with intent, kissing him until he would never forget the feeling. Or maybe just a quick brush, just to know what it would feel like. He wouldn't ever have to know.

No. What was he thinking? He didn’t want their first kiss to happen like that, stolen while Urianger slept, without him even aware it had happened. Their first kiss (and when exactly had it become a given in Thancred’s mind that they would even have a first kiss?) should be sweet and tender. Hells, for all he knew this could be Urianger’s first kiss ever. He wasn't about to steal that from him against his wishes, no matter what he wanted to read into his actions. When they kissed -- and they would, one way or another, of that much Thancred was certain -- it would be beautiful and magical and everything Thancred wanted Urianger’s first kiss to be -- regardless of if Thancred really was that first kiss or not.

Instead, he brushed Urianger’s hair carefully back from his face, pressing his lips to his brow. This much, at least, Thancred could allow himself. The rest, he was perfectly happy to wait for.

Thancred fell asleep curled up in Urianger’s embrace, his arms as tight around Urianger as Urianger’s were around him. And when he slept, his dreams were more peaceful than they had been in years.

[Chapter 10] | [Masterlist]

[Kofi/Commissions]

[kabutoraiger]

watching the jigen daisuke movie and it's crazy how much this feels like I'm watching garo. it's got everything: grungy neon colored town, corny sentimentality, insane fight scenes, a plucky older craftsperson who supports the hero from their hole in the wall shop... if they gave Mr tamayama tetsuji a garo ken instead of a gun twould be indistinguishable

the villains are wack too there's a guy who can shapeshift!? is. is this normal for the lupin universe

[vigilskeep]

Is there any romance in DA you just can’t get into? And Cullen doesn’t count because that’s too easy.

I just can’t get into Leliana in DA:O, which is kinda funny since her in DA:I (that scene in In Hushed Whispers specifically) made me realise somethings…

Also, I remember you ages ago coming up with reasons to go insane over DA:O pairings, would you ever consider doing that for the other games?

i have to admit i like the idea of the leliana romance but i’m much more invested in the like consequences narratively than the romance itself. but that’s not surprising because well i don’t know if this is a controversial opinion but i do think leliana is the worst written companion in dao by a considerable margin. makes up for it by being so sexy in dai. uhh is there anyone else... i don’t think merrill’s romance is as well written as it could be but i will do the work myself bc i am in love with her

i could do if it was wanted jghdjsk! twould require me to actually finish inquisition to feel like i could talk abt any of those guys

[superhell]

twould be much better if i were just insane . but all that happened for real and hes actually built that different

[makarovspussy-moving]

sudden Dishonoredposting on main. I know Moira and Havelock are bi4bi polyamorous but it would be really funny if they were each others' beards. they had kids bc they were really committed to the bit

[korcariapostate]

@bliighted​ said:

      💏 from leliana pls and thank 

      it mattered little what dignitaries had claimed skyhold for their new NEST , for all that mattered now was the woman before her -- at her neck , and in her heart . too dangerously close to the world outside -- buried in each others arms in the war room -- and too CLOSE to be considered ‘ just friends , ’  morrigan arched her neck , and wrapped her arms around leliana’s shoulders . tongue and mouth working against her pale neck , and the spymaster’s reputation on the line morrigan gasped quietly as leliana’s ministrations found just the right spot . it was overwhelming -- but somehow leliana just managed to keep her GROUNDED . 

      they hadn’t spoken about what would come after the inquisition , not in any way that mattered -- and it had driven morrigan quite insane . she had made a promise -- a blissful half - promise spoken after sex -- but it was a promise she hadn’t intended on BREAKING . 

      but for all her thinking , such notions were cut short as leliana nipped . gasp nearly evolving into rolling moan , morrigan bit her lip heavily before the sound could escape . hands abandoning their grip on each other and instead coming to bury into red hair , morrigan offered a sound of approval before speaking softly into the heated air surrounding them .

        ❝ ‘twould be most unfortunate for the commander should we take each other on the TABLE -- ❞       another delighted gasp ,         ❝ though , i quite enjoy the thrill . ❞

[holy-anxiety-batman]

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