#which isn’t a good sign ngl

[feartheoldblog]

greatly enjoying lords of the fallen so far! there’s been a few performance issues (frame rate drops, graphics etc.) but its still a fairly well polished game. the areas are absolutely stunning as well- the vistas in the backdrop are amazing to admire. and umbral? an entire world that you can just hop in and out of? cool as fuck. the ability to dye armour and the general designs? awesome.

only just cleansed the first beacon and there’s already a couple of optional bosses i need to go and do before i press on!

also………. buff women

[geordikisser]

jealous!redacted boys | suggestive

characters: david, milo, asher & sam :p

☆ a/n: any porter missers? miss porter. this was an excuse to write abt porter but might as well spoil my milo & david mooties who follow meee >_O!! part 2 later :33 ☆

context: someone is tryna spit some sweet shit to you as he steps away

david:

- david will never hesitate to let it be shown when he is feeling a type of way about someone who’s interacting with you. it’s in his blood to devote loyalty & possessiveness upon things he claims as his

- whether it’s intentional, it’ll show when he is feeling upset at someone who’s seemingly putting moves on you

- “is everything alright.” in the scariest voice you’ve ever heard from him

- david is a direct man but that directness doesn’t mean he’s directed in the right direction sometimes,, he isn’t to good with social cues with you. he’s stupid with love. smart with most! but love? eeeerm.

- he has a history with that too,, looks at jealous tsundere bf confronts you.

- he will become very touchy/clingy with you once he begins reading signs he doesn’t like. to hand holding or even thigh holding. he’ll rub your thigh with his finger gently or hold you closely by the waist and play with the bottom of your shirt. actions speak louder than words! i guess

- “clearly social cues aren’t your strong suit. fuck off, they aren’t interested.” as blunt as he’ll put it, in that same tone. he isn’t loud or aggressive. just direct and stern, he doesn’t want to cause a scene.

- after you two left from hanging out, david felt the urge to meet your lips with his as he dragged you in the house practically. you chuckle in between kisses as you put your hands on david’s chest. “you’re mine, you know that right, angel?” he asked in a low husky tone. you nod as you caress his cheek. “i love knowing you’re mine.” he growls lowly, his breath hitching as he said that.

milo:

- unlike david, he isn’t quiet. he’s loud about how he feels with you & other people who try to spit some shit with you

- “yo, who’s this?” mentality

- he will glare and give nasty looks from afar. until he realizes the whole shtick going on with you. he will make his entrance very grand and big,,

- “hey sweetheart!” he pulls you in and kisses you everywhere he can within public. “how’s my sweetheart?— oh? who’s this?” he’s petty with it i just know it

- if the punk doesn’t get the hint milo will get real serious. he will puff out his big boy chest and rip that person tryna hit on you to shreds. he’ll even bare his teeth a bit too ngl, he isn’t scared

- “listen here, punk. your little act for my sweetheart isn’t cute. quite frankly, you could use some tips. good thing i’m not a teacher. though, i could teach you some manners if you’d like. no means no, now scram.” in a low tone but if anyone walked by, they could hear.

- milo isn’t bashful, he knows what’s his and wants to keep it that way. he doesn’t need small hints and signs to show what’s his, he will scream it to the roof tops lmao. he’s a blunt and bold dude, no hesitation w him

asher:

- asher’s dumb. he has 0 tone reading skills & doesn’t understand most things. he won’t catch on until it gets physical or you show visible discomfort.

- he is more polite compared to his other friends. he’s a sweet boy, has 0 bad bones inside him. he’ll tell the punk to go off somewhere or tell them you’re taken to actually avoid conflict

- asher, despite his loud & unruly nature, prefers peace over violence such as that. he hates conflict, he isn’t a aggressive person at heart!! doesn’t mean he’s afraid to be aggressive he won’t hesitate to be violent, especially if it’s over you? he’s a extremely protective person.

- “hey, i know your intentions are pure but they’re taken! they have a boyfriend.” & whatever the other person has to say he’ll shut it down immediately, he doesn’t care for what they have to say. positive or negative, he doesn’t care.

- if the person persists (which they do most of the time due to asher’s kind personality ) he will get nasty about it. not crazy like milo or quiet like david, in between.

- “if i need to remind you again i will trust me! i ain’t scared of you.” he’ll be laughing as he says this, he’s to unserious,,

sam:

- sam is also very possessive. he know you can handle yourself but sometimes that side of him makes him want to handle that. he lives in a general dominant nature, sexual or not.

- sam will try to remain calm & trust you can handle it on your own, he is similar to david, doesn’t wish to make a big scene but he isn’t afraid to cause one. he can just teleport away if it gets overwhelming

- he will have similar mannerisms to milo, he will come in being touchy a bit and just glare at the person. his eyes will read a very distasteful message hoping the punk would take their leave understanding your disinterest.

- if not, he isn’t afraid of course to speak up

- “unless you got places to be tomorrow, i’d pick up the pace and swing on out of here.” in a low tone, his accent gets heavier the angrier he gets and the lower his voice is

- he would be very forward about it, he hates beating around the bush. these sort of interactions are quick and direct, he has an intimidating aura about him that make alot of humans turn away, that stomach churning feeling

- “i bet you had that handled sure.” he rolls his eyes as he peppers your neck in kisses. “you’re strong, i know.” he sighs as he nuzzles into the your neck. “but i love defending what’s mine.” he bares his lovable shit eating grin to you as you roll your eyes in response.

[tellmeallaboutit]

knock knock (Raphael x F!Player)

Chapter 2, In Which You Meet A Tall Dark Stranger 

Chapter 1

SUMMARY: Careful which mods you install for BG3. Did you read the terms and conditions carefully?

TAGS: meta romance, psychological horror, smut, the character is the player, Raphael is after you, you wanted him, you invited him to our world, he accepted your invitation

RATING: explicit

AO3

Chapter 2

The next day, during your lunch break, you made another attempt to persuade Raphael to take his clothes off. The clock struck noon; your private laptop was on the right side of your desk, while your work laptop was on the left, Teams open and your mouse ready to show signs of activity from time to time.

The sun was shining through the wide open window, children playing outside. Idyllic. Nothing sinister could be happening in broad daylight with those happy sounds in the background. The horror movies told you so. Except for Midsommar.

Well, screw Midsommar, then. This isn’t Sweden.

"All right, I'm going to set some ground rules here," you said to the loading screen. "I can be as creepy as I want to be to you, because you're just a bunch of pixels, but you can't do anything creepy to me, because I'm a human being. Got that? Good."

The sound of your voice made you feel braver.

As you heard the familiar sinister 'you-let-the-villain-win-bad-player' music in the background, you covered your eyes with your hands and peered through splayed fingers.

Then he appeared. Just as you had wished. Perfectly naked, with a stereotypical video game six-pack and just the right amount of body hair. The orange lighting made his skin glow, and his flaccid penis, like that of the game's generic male model, vanished from sight as he strode closer.

Your ears pricked up to listen to the scripted monologue you knew by heart, watching (waiting?) for any hiccups or new animations, the YouTube app on your phone playing the identical scene for comparison.

Everything happened exactly as it should, word for word, save for the speaker’s nudity.

All good. You breathed a sigh of relief and spread your fingers wider to admire Raphael a little better. 

Same as always. Handsome and charming and completely imaginary, which, now that you thought about it, was the biggest part of his charm. 

"Ta-ta... for now," Raphael's signature line echoed through the room.

"Bravo, Raphael," you praised the screen. "You've done nothing creepy. You have earned your title of Archdevil Supreme."

After waiting for a response that never came, you laughed off your silliness and shook your head. Your laptop was overheating, giving off a slight synthetic smell. Should have upgraded a long time ago. Just need to put enough money aside.

"OK, screenshots," you said. "I wanted to take some screenshots. Do you mind, Raphael? Can I have your consent? They’ll help recruit more followers for you, my liege."

Your phone vibrated. The FaceID gave you a preview of the Discord messages from Queen-of-the-Bored, one of the few Raphaelites you'd actually spoken to directly and felt like you kinda sorta knew.

queen-of-the-bored: ngl that was some really funny joke, we spent the whole night trying to recreate it :-D queen-of-the-bored: you sounded legit worried over that voice message tho haha you: it was legit. check the reddit thread queen-of-the-bored: which thread

Ok, let me google that for you. You typed in the same search words as yesterday, "Raphael naked mod April prank," clicked on the thread from yesterday, and skimmed through the comments.

“nah not joking there is this naked mod for teenage mutant ninja""

“all dongs appeared MASSIVE on April’s first”

Scrolling further, you realized that was not the correct Raphael - it's Raphael the Turtle, not Raphael the Devil. Why was there so much NSFW content about him? What did people see in turtles?

You quickly corrected your search to "Raphael BG3 naked mod April prank," but it didn’t bring back any relevant results. So, you changed it to "last twenty four hours" just to be thorough.

Didn’t help. Nothing. You were the only to be called a naughty little mouse. The special one.

queen-of-the-bored: which thread dude??? you: my bad it was the turtle queen-of-the-bored: ??? queen-of-the-bored: I am slowly getting worried about you haha

Next step? Contact the mod developer directly? What if they have no idea what you're talking about?

Then what? What were the alternative theories? You've been hacked and doxxed to madness for that one Twitter post that got people waving pitchforks at you? 

There you go, you were scared again. Daytime, sun shining and children playing outside, but there you were, alone in your flat, scared again.

You took a deep breath and looked at the screen. "All right, I understand, Mr Archdevil Supreme. No screenshots. I'll uninstall the mod and I apologise for my disrespectful behaviour."

You couldn't bear to see Raphael's face on the screen again so you hit ctrl alt delete instead of Escape and stared blankly at the Task Manager.

Next, you uninstalled the mod that had caused all this trouble. Then you went to Tumblr and removed the reblog of Raphael in a cat playsuit with the tag "my poor miau miau". Then you deleted your bookmarks on AO3. Your Twitter account was beyond repair, so you deleted it altogether.

None of these actions made you feel any better. You grabbed a quick cup of shrimp noodles, but eating it only made you feel worse. As you tasted the sodium on your tongue, you came to a realisation: what you needed was to go the fuck outside.

You had been stuck in your flat and home office since the start of the pandemic, chronically online. Online work, online colleagues, online friends, who was the last real person you saw, talked to and hugged?

Your mum, probably. 

Oh yes, no wonder you were going mad. You need to get out there and meet some real people. You opened Discord, quickly scrolled past the sketch of Tav giving Raphael head, and typed a message: you needed to touch grass.

queen-of-the-bored: well there is Comic-Con this weekend  you: this is NOT touching grass, this is burning it queen-of-the-bored: true you: besides not going alone queen-of-the-bored: maybe Raph will keep you company 😈 

What? Such a strange thing to say. Or was it? Who the hell was that behind the screen anyway? Apparently someone called Sammy from Ohio. Supposedly. Wasn’t she the one who recommended this mod?

She was.

Come on, you're just letting your paranoia get the best of you.

queen-of-the-bored: oh BTW I found THE hottest Raph smut  queen-of-the-bored: mind the tags it's so hot but soooooo fucked up queen-of-the-bored: just read it trust me thank me later

Who the hell were you, Sammy from Ohio, Korilla? You put the phone down and started pacing around your small flat. It was not much to pace around, only forty-two square meters. 

At least you rent a flat in a building with other people and not some house at the edge of the forest. Strangers live below you, above you and on either side of you. They don't know you and you don't know them... but they were there, just in case...

Just in case.

"You know what?" you said to your computer. "I need a break. I need to focus on my mental health. Self-care, Raphael. I'm not playing with you. For now".

The moment you finished speaking, your phone lit up again with another notification. This time it was an email. You made a mental note to start managing your notifications better.

Did you enjoy your Devil Dick © - Natural Red experience? We know you will be back for more 😈 Check out the new...

What the fuck? Oh no, no, click away and make a mental note to never order from Bad Dragon again with customer satisfaction emails like this. It's borderline harassment. You ordered from them ONCE, as a joke, just to see what ridges might feel like.

Not as good as the smut had promised you,

Private. Private stuff. Between you and your bed drawer. Between you and your browser. God, how much stuff you have in your browser history. You should have used incognito mode more often.

Would that have helped? 

"That was low, Raphael," you muttered. "Or is it Haarlep today?"

You glanced around your room before angling your computer screen towards the wall, then retrieved the Devil Dick © from its hideaway in your bedside drawer. Your fingers grazed over the silicon ridges as you swiftly stashed it away in a box beneath the bed.

"If you must know, it was too big for me. Flattered?"

Crawling out from under the dusty bed, you looked up and realized for the first time that anyone in the building could easily peep into the flat if they tried hard enough or cared enough to do so.

Enough is enough.

You need to hydrate, you need to eat some vegetables, you need to start jogging again and you definitely... you definitely need to go out and talk to some real people. Maybe it's time to get back on Bumble and try your luck again. Who knows, it might actually work this time.

He wouldn't like that.

Where did that thought just come from? He wouldn't like it, who the hell cares what some imaginary devil thinks.

Standing up straight, you pointed a finger at the screen in front of you.

"Raphael, just so we are clear, you and I: I really like you. I do PR for you every day for free. You don't have to scare me to get my attention. You should appreciate me and be nice to me. I'm the best agent you'll ever have.”

Having made your point, you put on your running shoes and AirPods. It brought back memories of all the times you had jogged through the nearby park. Afterwards you'd sit on the bench and eat an ice-cream, watching couples, happy and glowing, watching families with children, happy and stressed, watching people living their lives in a reality parallel to yours, and then you'd come home and go into a reality parallel to theirs.

The AirPods picked up right where they left off last time.

I want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear

I wanna fucking tear you apart

You removed the AirPods from your earlobes and exhaled. This wasn’t Raphael's fault. This is She Wants Revenge, you have listened to it a thousand times. You knew the lyrics, they hadn't changed. 

You can't even listen to music anymore. Pull yourself together. 

Get some vitamins from the pharmacy.

Touch some goddamn grass.

***

You stuck to your digital and physical diet until the weekend, and as a reward, nothing happened. No oddly timed emails, no strange messages, no random phone calls. Maybe it was your pitch talk or the vitamins you started taking, but either way, Raphael was on his best behavior, and so were you. 

No Tumblr, no AO3. Didn't even touch Steam. Got into a highbrow podcast about the Roman Empire.

You set a new personal record for days without 'self-indulgence', as Raphael would put it, although that wasn't really the intention. Something always seemed to interrupt - whether it was the loud hum of the fridge (which was always obnoxious) or the flickering light in the hallway (which had been broken for over a week). 

By Friday, you had finally finished the work projects you had been putting off for months. The job wasn't too bad, but it hadn't been any fun for years, if it ever had been. You did the bare minimum to get the paycheck and keep the job, and your employer kept the paycheck at the bare minimum to keep you. If there was anything else you could do, you would do something else.

Still, this was probably the most productive week you had in years. You scrubbed your flat from top to bottom twice and cleared your wardrobe of clothes that no longer fit.

You were proud of yourself.

Gradually your sense of security began to return. You tried not to dwell too much on the incident with the naughty little mouse; if you didn't think about it, it almost felt like it hadn't happened.

On Friday, you plucked up the courage to play BG3 again, wandered through Baldur's Gate, avoiding the House of Hope for the time being, had a few fights, played the graveyard scene with Astarion (daring, but a small part of you hoped it would make Raphael jealous enough to come out again), and shut it down. 

Nothing out of the ordinary.

You hadn't planned to go to Comic-Con. For one thing, it was on the other side of the city, in the business district of the convention centre, so it would take at least an hour to get there. Secondly, going alone just felt... weird.

It was not until Friday night that a little voice in your head started to whisper, "Why not? Maybe you'll meet some like-minded people”. Make some friends you can actually touch (not in a creepy way). 

It's a better chance than endlessly swiping on Bumble.

Maybe you'll meet...

Neil Newbon. If you can get past the hordes of fangirls. Andrew Wincott. No, Andrew Wincott wouldn't be there; you'd checked beforehand. To be honest, hearing his voice might have been too much for your psyche at that moment.

So you decided to go. You went, and it was as fun as you had imagined it would be - that is, hardly any. The convention hall was huge and crowded, rows and rows of stalls, crowds and crowds of people. Live panel discussions, cosplayers, flashing lights, bright colors, chatter, laughter, very loud, very lively.

Raphael wouldn't last a minute in that chaos.

"Hell is other people," you thought to yourself, quoting Sartre. If you ever met Raphael, you'd quote Sartre to him too. He must know that you read intelligent books and not just fanfiction. 

Some people might be comfortable going to events and eating alone in restaurants, but not you. It's even worse being the odd one out in a group of odd ones. How come all the others had someone to take along? Where did they find all those people in this godforsaken city?

You talked to a few people and a few people talked to you. Nothing really took off. Your mind was elsewhere, to be fair. You were looking for something in the crowd. 

Someone.

It was absurd, yes, but so was what happened this week with the mod. You had met a few Raphael cosplayers, three at least, but they were...

Well, of course they weren't him. But they did a great job with the clothes and the hair and the make-up, and one had really great prosthetic horns, and you touched them and admired them and praised that particular Raphael for all his hard work in creating them.

They were real people, not video game characters that had come to life, and neither were you. You looked down at your jeans, at your thighs, and thought you should start jogging again, and felt even less comfortable in your own skin. 

Then Neil Newbon came along and things quickly became too chaotic for you.

You decided to take a break and walked down the street until you came across a cosy café - none of that generic chain stuff, but something that tried hard to be authentic with pretty flowers in the windows.

Sitting alone at a table for two, you looked down at your phone and opened the Discord chat because you came here to talk to some real people.

In the main chat, there was a heated debate about whether devils are allowed to torture mortals into signing contracts. Both sides presented arguments based on lore, edition contradictions, past precedents and personal conviction. 

A man's voice interrupted you as you typed your own very elaborated opinion of hellish law. "Excuse me, may I?" he asked, his words slightly muffled by the AirPods.

"Sure," you replied with practiced friendliness, not even looking up. That was always your default answer. It's not like you can say no to this kind of request anyway. 

People ask and do a lot of things out of politeness. That was precisely why you took the AirPods out of your ears.

The moment you lifted your eyes to meet the man's, you learned the true meaning of the word 'jumpscare'. Your body jerked upwards, the table shook and the coffee cup tumbled - narrowly missing Raphael.

Raphael. 

Not a man who looked like Raphael, not a man who was dressed like him - Raphael. 

You weren't sure if you made any sound or uttered any words. You probably yelped.

What you did do for sure was gawk.

His skin tone identical; hair slicked back just right; eyes uncannily accurate in hue and shape - down to every wrinkle. A perfectly realistic rendering. Not the uncanny valley type, no, perfectly believable. This is exactly what he would look like if he were real and swapped his fantasy clothes for a business suit.

So this is what it feels like to go completely insane.

Very banal, actually. You are having a psychotic breakdown and no one is even looking at you, except for an imaginary devil.

"Oh my, my apologies," Raphael said as he quickly grabbed napkins to mop up the spreading lake of coffee on the table. "I did not mean to scare you."

Oh, but he did, very much. You could not breathe, your chest encased in an iron brace of fear. It's you who needs to apologise, and apologise fast, and apologise a lot, and beg for mercy. Especially for liking the Twitter art of him being spit-roasted between Yurgir and Haarlep. 

If you only knew... you would never have clicked on it... absolutely never... all those posts you wrote... 

"Raphael?" you managed to squeak out. “I didn’t mean it, I swear.”

This must be how a deer feels in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

He looked at you, very sincere confusion etched across his handsome face. "Excuse me?"

You drew in a shaky breath, your nostrils flaring as you tried to catch a whiff of cherries under the aroma of fresh coffee, not caring how absurd you appeared. Yes? No? Or was that strawberry jam on his croissant? Have your senses gone haywire? Your mind certainly has.

"You're... you're here to cosplay Raphael?" 

The thought tumbled out of your mouth before it had time to fully form in your head. It was the only explanation that made sense... It didn't, but it made more sense than all the others put together.

Raphael moved closer, pulled up a chair and asked, amused: "I beg your pardon, I'm here to do what to whom?"

The voice. The voice was the same. Andrew Wincott's voice. The man had simply stolen his voice. Or had the man stolen it from him? The movements, the mannerisms, the facial expressions. This man could not be Raphael because...

Well, because this man was real. As real as you were. 

"Raphael," you explained. "From the video game. Are you here to cosplay... to play... Raphael?"

The man gave you a look as if questioning your sanity, and rightfully so. You were also sweating bullets - could he see the damp patches under your hoodie? You pressed your arms against your sides; wouldn't want him noticing.

"I'm hardly an actor," Raphael replied with a polite smile, "although there was a time in my youth when I entertained such ambitions."

He chuckled lightly and took a leisurely sip of his coffee. 

"I'm here to enjoy my espresso, nothing more. I... have never been particularly fond of..." he added with the disdain of a typical middle-aged man, "... video games.”

You had no response for that because Raphael wouldn't be into video games either; that much was believable.

"My office is across the street," he said, pointing towards the office complex opposite you. "Precisely there."

The golden sign on the building across from you, d'Avergni & Partners, told you nothing, except that Raphael had an office job and an office space and a desk and all the things that the devil shouldn’t have because the devil invented them to torture the others.

Raphael was dressed like he had just stepped out of a board meeting. A three-piece slate gray tailored suit, white shirt peeking out from underneath, silk tie and matching pocket square. Of all the modern Raphael AUs, you preferred the Professor one, you voted for it, you had Sucharide’s fic bookmarked. The Professor was more, ugh...

Safe.

As for you, you were wearing a hoodie with your university on it. A clean hoodie, but a hoodie nonetheless. What the hell else would you be wearing to Comic Con? You didn't do your hair. Well, putting it in a ponytail is not doing your hair. Why did you not do your hair? 

"I know, I know, you must be wondering why anyone would toil on a weekend," Raphael continued. That was the last thing you were wondering. "Alas, no rest for the wicked."

"Wicked?" you echoed. You looked at the people in the cafe, sure they were staring at the both of you, but they weren't.

"Oh," he chuckled lightly, "it's just an expression – 'No rest for the wicked.' You've never heard it before?"

"Of course I have," you said, momentarily embarrassed. "Never mind...sorry."

"You have nothing to apologise for," Raphael raised his eyebrows. "In fact, I should be the one to apologise for startling you. May I offer you another cup of... ah, what was that... cappuccino? After twelve? Tsk-tsk, young lady".

Not a single modern man could ever manage to say the words "tsk-tsk, young lady" as charmingly. That was Raphael.

"No bother, I can get one myself," you said quickly, about to stand up. 

He raised his hand slightly and put it down to halt your movement, and for a second you thought he was going to touch you, and if he had, if you had felt the skin of his skin, he would have felt more real and you would have died on the spot from a bursting heart.

"I have no doubt about that. But may I treat you? It would be my absolute pleasure”.

Pleasure. The way he said the word was straight obscene. You couldn't handle the word 'pleasure' coming from a man who had been responsible for more than half your orgasms in the last few months.

So in your daze, you mumbled: "Yeah. Yeah, sure."

Raphael stood up and walked over to the barista. She acknowledged him, so that's one point for him being real and you not hallucinating. Not only did she acknowledge him but she flashed him a goofy grin - clearly smitten.

Of course she is.

You have to take a picture of him. How do you take a picture of someone without their consent without being a total creep?

You don't. It's in the fucking definition; you can't. But you should. Maybe you'll open your camera roll and see someone completely different, and then you'll know it's time to call for mental health services.

Your phone was buzzing with messages, which you quickly swiped away and went straight to the camera. You took a picture of him from behind while he ordered you a coffee. The barista gave you a “fucking weirdo” look. 

Fuck you, you thought, you have no idea what I am going through right now. Then you switched to the camera roll and checked to see if the photo reflected what you saw.

A broad, fit back of a very attractive middle-aged man with lush brown hair, paying for coffee with cash.

You couldn't decide whether this made you feel better or worse.

When Raphael returned with your cup, you had something for him too. "This is the character I was talking about," you said, a screenshot of virtual Raphael ready on your screen.

Anyone who saw the screenshot would say, "Who motion-captured me?" 

Not Raphael. He barely glanced before shrugging and handing your phone back. "Hmm, I see some resemblance, I guess."

Resemblance? What fucking resemblance? There was no resemblance; he WAS Raphael! You were about to argue but he beat you to it: "Why? Were you hoping to meet this...Raphael?" 

His voice dropped an octave and he looked at you intently. He was flirting - openly, unashamedly.

"I...I was," you stammered out. "He's my favourite character."

Brilliant, brilliant line. Dear diary, today I wanted to meet Raphael, my favourite character from my favourite game. So much for quoting Sartre.

"Well now, I'm flattered," Raphael purred, causing you to wriggle uncomfortably in your seat. "I do bear some physical likeness."

That was a massive understatement. 

The man had a disarmingly charming smile. You tried to remember if Raphael had ever smiled like that in the game. It was mostly scowls and grins and smirks, but this kind of smile? You didn't think so. You caught a glimpse of yourself in his hazel eyes, and that was not Tav; that was you. Just you.

Not that you were unattractive or anything. Average. Maybe even a little pretty on a good day. You didn't like yourself very much. Then again, most people don't. That's how the beauty industry makes its money. 

You got your share of attention, some, nothing to brag about. Had two boyfriends, it didn't work out, you used to care, now you don't. Certainly never got any attention from men who looked like him.

Why should this man be interested in you, why? Ah, yes. Your soul. He probably wants your soul. Is it worth much at all? Is it worth coming all the way to Earth? You wanted to apologize to him for going through all this trouble just for you.

"So this event in the convention hall down the street..." he snapped his fingers as if trying to recall a forgotten name.

"Comic-Con 2024," you supplied. "It's huge in fandom culture. TV shows, video games, that sort of stuff.”

"Ah. Not my kind of entertainment - or my kind of audience, for that matter," Raphael said with a slightly raised eyebrow, eyeing the “Astarion approves” badge on your backpack.  "It does remind me of a deal I signed recently."

"Deal?" you asked in a weak voice. He nodded. "What deal? With who?"

"With who? No, I meant the Microsoft-Blizzard acquisition". 

Ah, that kind of deal. The words felt so reassuring, so real, the acquisition. Raphael would have no idea about these words. Raphael wouldn't say "Microsoft". You mean the real Raphael. What the hell is a 'real' Raphael again?

For the first time, you let go of a little tension. You took a first sip of your coffee and leaned back slightly in your chair. 

"Actually, I think these acquisitions are really harmful for the industry," you said. 

Why did you have to be so confrontational? You didn't have anything clever to say about such things, so you spoke the truth instead. Bad idea.

"How candid of you to say that. Well, I’ll be just as candid with you: I am indeed a villain." Raphael grinned. "I hope you can forgive me." 

There went your short-lived relaxation, which lasted less than a minute.  Raphael had just looked at you and said "I am a villain". Challenge him. Tell him it's him because, well, it's him. It can only be him. Tell him you know it's him, and then...

And then what?

"Everybody's got a job to do, I guess", you managed to utter the most generic phrase in existence.

"Isn't that so..." Raphael replied, pausing for a moment before finishing the sentence with your name.

You did not introduce yourself to him. You were sure of it. Absolutely sure. 

"How do you know my name?" you asked, half rising from your chair, raising your voice and quickly lowering it again. "I didn't tell you my name. How do you know it?"

Raphael gestured to your phone, which lay on the table screen between the two of you. Your work ID card was tucked away in its transparent case - something you hadn't needed for a while.

It had your first and last name on it.

"I saw it right before my eyes," he explained. "I thought it was a hint."

"It wasn't," you said.

"Oh, another faux pas on my part then," he said. "At this rate, I owe you something to make up for all my many transgressions. Perhaps dinner?"

You let out a nervous chuckle. One of your popular Tumblr posts had been an impassioned rant about how Raphael had promised a similar in-game offer but failed to deliver despite the many times you gave him the Crown.

"I seem to have absolutely terrified you, and that was not my intention. I insist on making it up to you. If you allow me, of course. I don't want to impose. Would you allow me to?"

He looked at you with the intensity of a man admiring a beautiful woman, his shoulders back and chin slightly up, trying to present himself from his best angle - something you've seen men do before, but rarely (if ever) to you. It was as if he could hang on every word that came out of your mouth, simply because he enjoyed watching your lips move. Raphael looked like he was in love, for Christ's sake.

Your cheeks grew warm. 

"Yes," you replied.

He kept silent for a bit, savouring your answer. 

"Splendid. Where might I collect you?"

It took you a moment to realise that he was asking for your address. Your personal address. Shouldn't he know it already, if he was Raphael? You replied as nonchalantly as possible:

"Why don't I give you my number and we can arrange to meet at the center?"

His expression darkened slightly; you've seen this look in the game before.

No, you shouldn't have said that. You wanted him to like you. 

Desperately.

"You don't trust me?" Raphael's voice dropped an octave or two, playful and just a little threatening.

You felt his breath on your face (cherries?) and the next second you stopped feeling your legs. The attraction that had been simmering inside you for months started boiling over.

Breathe. Pretend it's not Raphael. A man came up to you in a coffee shop and asked you if you trusted him in that kind of tone, leaning in like that. You know what the sensible thing to do would be - get up and walk away. And if it really was Raphael, get up and run away. 

You remained seated and stayed. 

"Just, ugh..." was all you managed to get out of the jumbled thoughts in your head; two coherent sentences so far into the conversation, and both of them made you sound like an absolute madwoman. 

Raphael laughed.

"Of course you don't trust me, that's only prudent, and you seem to be quite an intelligent young lady. But just so we are clear, you and I: you have nothing to fear from me. What is that number of yours?"

Quite an intelligent young lady, the words echoed in your mind and you remembered your naughty anonymous Tumblr confession: I would suck every last drop of cum out of him as long as he kept praising me.

God, everything you've read with him in the main role. Double penetration, double vaginal penetration, pet play... you weren't even into half of it. You hoped Raphael didn’t think you actually wanted him to do all of the things you read with you.

You just liked clicking on random links.

"Do you need something to write it down or...?" you asked hesitantly.

"I will remember," he said curtly. “I do not forget things easily”.

You realised that there was something far more frightening than anything that had happened before: that he wouldn't remember, that he would never call you, and that this conversation and this meeting would end there. 

So you carefully enunciated each number, then took a pen from your pocket and wrote it down on a napkin: it seemed romantic in the movies, but your handwriting and the coffee stain made it look like a secret message from the madhouse.

He grinned and tucked the napkin into the pocket of his suit.

He took the last sip of coffee and then took your hand in his. He touched you. His skin was warm and real and soft and everything you had ever imagined, his touch surprisingly tender. 

Your whole body responded to that tiny crumb of affection, viscerally. You hadn't realized how famished you were for a touch until that moment.

He lifted your hand to his lips and pressed them against yours. His lips were soft too, slightly damp from the coffee.

"I am looking forward to our rendezvous," Raphael murmured against your palm. "Ver much so."

Rendezvous.

In any other situation, a middle-aged man kissing your hand would be downright creepy. But this... this was a fever dream, an illusion, anything but reality. Because there was no way this madness could actually be happening to you.

Was it a bad thing? Was reality ever... this? So unpredictable? So exciting? 

You only snapped out of it when the door closed behind him, but you snapped out hard. You practically threw yourself at the next table, where a group of guys were sitting, their appearance screaming video games - backpacks and scruffy beards, Warhammer-emblazoned T-shirts. 

You grabbed one by the shoulder and hissed urgently: "Guys-guys-guys-guys." Your words came like rapid fire. "Tell me that guy doesn't look exactly like Raphael from Baldur's Gate? That one? On the street behind the window?" 

Damn, you sounded desperate.

"Ah, sorry, never played it," came the nonchalant reply before he turned back to his friends' conversation.

"Baldur's Gate," chimed in another, his face lighting up. "Amazing game. Looks like who?"

"Raphael," you said. "The devil."

The guy laughed, but didn't even look where you were pointing.

"Ah, the two-pump chump?"

You shot a quick glance at Raphael. His eyes met yours through the glass window, and they were cold now; his smile was gone. 

I didn't say that, you pleaded with him in your thoughts. That guy said that. That guy over there. I would never say that.

Your defence of his bed skills stretched from Reddit to Tumblr threads, you argued that Haarlep was slandering him, that Raphael was the best fuck there ever was and you personally vouched for that because you fucked him a thousand times in your head.

"Don't call him that, please," you whispered to the guy. He gave you a confused look when you pointed at Raphael again: "Look at him. The one staring at us. Does he look like him?

Is he real? Do you see him too?

"Ah yes," he admitted with a grin on his face, raising the cup of coffee to his lips, "he sort of does. Yes, he does! Well, I hope he doesn't...oh shit! FUCK!".

The guy's face contorted in pain as he clutched his mouth, jumping, cursing, tears streaming down his face. You could see the skin on his lips reddening and blistering.

"What the fuck?! It's fucking boiling! FUCK! "

The barista rushed over to him, spewing apologies as she tried to handle the situation. You took a step back and glanced at Raphael whose lips were moving subtly - two syllables that matched rhythmically: 'bye-bye' or maybe 'ciao-ciao'. 

It didn't have to be 'ta-ta'. He waved nonchalantly at you.

You waved back.

NEXT: Chapter 3, In Which Larian Introduces The Raphael Romance

[http-caedis]

Bakura Headcanons/Ramblings 👻

Hehehe remember however long ago when I was like yeah I’ll make a post abt my own personalized Bakura, yeah well this is the post I am not accepting criticism for what I say is FACT

- So just as a refresher my Bakura uses they/them/ghost/rot pronouns mhm mhm 🫡

- Methinks to fit along with the creepy n unsettling vibe rot has, they need to be taller

- 5’9 is not enough my ghost boy is now 6’2

- I need them to loom over majority of people

- Anyways Bakura most definitely is the leader of some underground cult and won’t admit it but with all the things they’re able to do it makes you think otherwise 😭

- ���Hey remember how you lost your ring in the river, so turns out with all the constant movement in the water it ended up in the ground and I had someone get it they drowned but it’s okay and now I have it, so here you go 🥰”

- Bakura’s home would get that boy ARRESTED

-not that what’s in there is necessarily illegal,,, but it’s definitely concerning

- there’s like taxidermy and like medical preservation jars and ngl their house smells like straight canned ASS

- They say the smell of death is distinct and you’ll know it when you smell it,,,, well let’s just say you’re gonna be on high alert in ghosts home

- speaking of smells, me thinks Bakura doesn’t smell bad per se, but they smell,,, clean…? Like… that sterile smell that hospitals have, that’s Bakura

- they have a pet crow and snake

- The Crow is named Nevermore and the snake is Apep

- speaking of which I think Bakura would love Edgar Allen Poe

- which is why rot named the crow Nevermore

- anyways Bakura would be the worst person to go to if you need to vent

- Yugi: Yeah yknow im just really sick of Kaiba undermining and belittling me it kinda hurts…

- Bakura: Want me to slip cyanide into his next meal? I’m running low but I think it’s going to a good cause

- Yugi: n O‼️

- remember how I said how the stuff in their house wasn’t necessarily illegal,,,

-yeah I change my mind

- Bakura definitely owns some chemicals that the average person shouldn’t have,,,

- sure some poisons or general chemicals are okay and legal to own in small amounts, but with Bakura interesting hobbies, it’s not a small amount

- on some Jeffrey dahmer shit ngl ghost is like chemically removing all the meat n shit off animal bones

- They display the bones in different part of their house

- It’s not Even like, oh that’s a huge sign of a future serial killer, it’s truly just morbid curiosity with Bakura 😭

- Not that Bakura isn’t necessarily capable of it 👀

- “I didn’t kill Kaiba. The cyanide killed him, I just placed it in his food”

- I dunno why Kaiba is the victim in this list 😭

- I think that’s enough for now this list is long 😭😭

- Be sure to like n subscribe for more Yami Headcanons 🫡

[lauronk]

I wish you would write a fic where...

Joel and Anna get together after Sarah goes to college. Ellie is their kid and Sarah is the cool aunt figure.

hi! thank you so much for the prompt! ngl, i struggled with it a little because i do not know how to write Romantic Joel, he exists only as Dad in my head lol but i gave it a good shot, i hope you enjoy!

the best day with you today

length: ~1.2k words tags: canon divergence; modern au; everyone's alive; joel/anna; joel & ellie & anna & sarah; family feels; pregnancy; family bonding; dunking each other in the river; no beta we die like david

Joel had never really planned on having another kid. Hell, he’d barely even planned on having the first - definitely not as young as he’d been - but Rae had gotten pregnant and they’d gotten married and then barely a year after Sarah’s birth, she’d decided she wasn’t cut out for motherhood, and she bailed. Sarah had no memories of her, but other than a few growing pains here and there, she’d never seemed to be worse off without her.

Joel had raised her and watched her graduate and sent her off to college (all the way to San Marcos, which really isn’t that far, Dad, I’ll come visit plenty) and then realized he had no damn idea what to do with his life now. No soccer practice to cart her to, no sleepovers to host, no extracurriculars to plan around.

Now it was just him and his empty house and enough woodcarvings to fill the time that Tommy finally confiscated his knives and said he could have them back if he left the house once a week for two months.

So, after digging around on the internet a little, he’d gone to the library down the street, picked up their calendar, and signed up for the monthly book club and the Spanish conversation group. Both of which, it turned out, were attended by a woman named Anna who had a habit of shooting him amused looks when one of the other book club members made an asinine remark.

True to his word, Tommy returned the knives to him after two months, but they started collecting dust almost immediately because Joel spent all his free time with Anna. A coffee date turned into a dinner date and within two weeks they were seeing each other near daily.

Sarah had been astonished - and more than a little skeptical - when Joel sat her down and told her that he and Anna were planning to get married, with her blessing of course, barely ten months after meeting. Joel could see it all over her face that she didn’t think it would last, that he was having some kind of midlife crisis - not helped by the fact that Anna was nearly ten years younger than him - and that they wouldn’t last the year.

But she could see how important this was to him, so she gave her blessing anyway. No matter her own reservations, she wanted her dad to be happy. And she liked Anna a lot, thought her a good match for Joel, even if everything was moving unsettlingly fast.

They’d done a small ceremony in the backyard, just Sarah, Tommy, and Anna’s best friend Marlene in attendance. And for another two years that had been their family; neither of them had planned on having kids.

But then Anna started throwing up, missed her period, and those two lines on the test turned pink. And suddenly, they were having a baby.

Ellie made her arrival a week before Sarah’s twenty-first birthday, and Joel’s eldest spent what should have been a night out partying pacing laps around their living room cradling her sister, while Joel and Anna snagged a few precious hours of sleep. He’d been worried that getting a baby sister when she herself was full grown would be a problem for Sarah, but it had been the opposite. Ellie was Sarah’s favorite person ever, a feeling that went both ways as Ellie got older.

Wild, Joel thought, watching Ellie and Sarah float in their tubes ahead of him and Anna, how his girls could be so far apart in years and yet be so close and so similar. Maybe not wild, just…lucky.

The two of them are shooting mischievous grins over their shoulders now, and Joel shares a wry look with Anna. Her nose and cheeks are tinted red with the sun, tips of her fingers tracing lightly through the water as they float down the San Marcos River.

“Here,” Joel says, carefully tossing her the small tube of sunscreen. He points to his own nose and cheeks. “Think you need a bit of a touch up, you’re gettin’ a little crispy.”

Anna gives him a wry smile, rubbing a fresh coat over her face. “Not all of us were made to roast in the Texas sun, sweetheart.”

Joel shrugs. “Can’t help it that I tan and you don’t, darlin’. Y’know –”

Something pushes hard on the bottom of his tube, and Joel goes ass over head into the river, the cold temperature jolting him into opening his mouth and damn near inhaling enough water to fill his lungs. When his head breaks the surface a chorus of laughter greets him - six feet away Ellie is clambering back into her tube while Sarah tries to hold it steady. Next to him Anna is howling, her own hand barely maintaining a grip on his tube while the other clutches her stomach. He doesn’t bother climbing back into it; instead he propels himself forward through the water until he’s caught up to the girls.

Ellie shrieks and tries to paddle away, but she’s too slow, and Joel has her flipped into the water in a matter of seconds. He waits until she surfaces, gulps in a bit of air, and then promptly dunks her again.

She comes back up sputtering, a hand frantically trying to wipe her face clean. “Rude!” is all she manages, scooping a hand through the water to splash him. It hits him in the chest - he can still hear Sarah and Anna laughing - and he propels himself forward to hook an arm around her waist and hoist her up over his shoulder. It takes more effort to keep them afloat - his back is gonna hate him for this later, fifty-seven is really a bit too old to be lifting teenagers, even ones as scrawny as Ellie - but he paddles them unevenly back over towards Anna.

“Caught you something, huh?” His wife calls, shielding her face when Ellie aims a splash of water her way too.

“Sarah neglected to mention the river was full of gremlins,” he says back, giving her a grin before sucking in a breath and plunging himself - and his squirming daughter - under the water once more. Only once they’ve surfaced again does he release her, the two of them treading water.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re an ass?” Ellie says playfully, splashing him again.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a little shit?” He retorts, splashing her right back.

“Anyone ever tell either of you that you're exactly the same?” Anna cuts in from behind them, one hand still holding Joel’s tube.

“No,” they reply simultaneously, and she lets out another bark of laughter, echoed by Sarah on the other side of them.

“I’m never bringing y’all floating again,” she says teasingly, her head tipping back dramatically.

“Oh please,” Ellie doggy paddles forward, hoisting herself back into her tube next to her sister. “You’d be so bored doing this without us. You love us.”

Sarah scrunches up her nose, pretending to think for a moment before she leans over - nearly upsetting her own tube - and smacking a kiss onto her younger sister’s cheek. “Yeah, guess I do.”

thanks for reading!

[kori-xo]

MY MIGUEL REDEMPTION CARD PT. 1 😀

(OK LET ME JUST SAY FIRST THAT I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT WRITING THIS SOONER- I swear I didn’t forget, I’m just kinda sick rn and going through a writer’s crisis, but ANYWAYS-) 

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Onto the topic of giving Miguel O’Hara a more in-depth reading and explanation for his actions, let me make one thing briefly clear. I am NOT excusing his actions, especially the ones of aggression towards Miles, as many think. I’m just simply stating some of the reasons as to why he did what he did, and to try and get others to see him as the “good guy who makes the wrong choices” kinda trope his character portrays.  

So, to begin, let’s start with his behavior towards Miles. 

Miguel has stated that Miles Morales is, in fact, the “original anomaly,” which is in a way true. Not the statement that he was a mistake, as it’s never okay to tell a child that, but I’m talking about the fact that Miles really wasn’t supposed to be Spider-Man, bc Miles from Earth-42 was supposed to have that role. 

I don’t think he necessarily meant it in a mean manner, bc let’s face it, the man has SEVERE anger issues

ALSO in regards to the fact that Miguel was not initially too aggressive with Miles. Imo, he could’ve just locked Miles up first, handed out info later, and let his dad die without saying or telling him anything about it until after it happened. But he did try to explain everything beforehand, the multiverse, the canon, the consequences of breaking canon, etc. 

I like to think that Miguel is rather caring towards children/younger people, because after all, he did sort of have a child, that’s why he took Gwen in and let her into the Spider Society. 

The only thing is, he’s also plagued with this burden of the multiverse and feeling like he’s the only person strong enough to carry the task of protecting it, and that the guilt of what happened to his daughter’s and dead variant’s dimension eats away at him so much that he feel like he has to do whatever it takes to ensure that safety. 

“I don’t always like what I have to do. But I know I have to be the one to do it.”

This quote also has such a heavy weight to it bc of everything this man has experienced, he’s traumatized fr 

HE STILL HAS A CONSCIENCE 

But again, that continuous mentality to do everything and anything needed for the multiverse kinda clouds that good judgement and led him to acting rashly, not to mention that the Spot can literally dimension hop at will and potentially destroy everything he so hopes to preserve? It’s giving STRESS-

He also projects a lot of his own stuff onto others ngl

“Being Spider-Man is a sacrifice. That’s the job. That’s what you signed up for.”

So like, pay attention to that very first sentence, okay? That being a spider-person is a sacrifice. 

In this statement, Miguel is projecting his own mentality. Remember, Miguel was lonely and unhappy at first. Then he found the dimension where he had Gabriella, and felt like he would sacrifice anything to get that life. And to finally get that life, only for it to fall to pieces, gave him the idea that as Spider-Man, he had to sacrifice his own life and happiness, things he wanted, people he wanted and loved, all of that had to be sacrificed, else worlds crumble, the multiverse collapses, and everyone’s wiped out of existence. 

Therefore, he projects that onto everyone else, that those type of sacrifices have to be made, that they have to live to lose people and be unhappy, because that’s who they’re meant to be, that’s how their life is supposed to go. 

IN CONCLUSION- 

Miguel isn’t a bad guy. He’s been through things, he’s suffered, he needs a hug for crying out loud, it’s just the way he went abt doing things that I think makes a lot of people hate his character 

It’s a lot to unpack, but I just hope they give him a good redemption arc in BTSV 🫶🏽🫶🏽

THAT CONCLUDES MY 12am DEBATE THOOO 

(If any part of this you didn’t understand or need me to elaborate more on, pls lmk, and I’ll do my best 🥰)

@dramatic-delirium

[ynbabe]

I actually think Williams future is looking pretty good? I don't necessarily think James is lying about their upwards projection (this is coming from a Logan fan btw) and to a certain extent, I think he's even right.

Their fixing their biggest problems (the whole Microsoft word doc situation...), and they have a solid line up for next year. They have two strong drivers who are experienced and can give the feedback about the car that Williams will need. They also have a lot more sponsers on their car, and we can assume Santander isn't going to stay at Ferrari/ will go to Williams with Carlos (though this isn't exactly a done deal looking back at Fernando and Santander staying after he left). Carlos will bring in a lot of sales too with merch and advertising in general.

They also will most likely have the Mercedes engine for the 2026 season which is supposedly very good (major reason why people suspect Alex signed his renewal).

It really sucks, but being a junior academy driver doesn't seem to mean much when it comes down to things.

I think that it was the right decision, but that also doesn't mean that I'm not praying that Logan will find a seat somewhere though, even if it's not on the F1 grid!

Hmm while all this is absolutely true and they have a good driver pairing for 2025, Williams is not good at handling both drivers equally as we’ve seen, they always favoured Alex now we have Carlos up in the mix and he isn’t going to settle for second driver in Williams, and Alex isn’t going to take a back seat after all this time of being the priority.

And while they may have everything packed down in the technical aspects of the thing they have and are going to continue to lose fan support in they’re treatment of Logan, we still don’t know the extent of his mistreatment (even if the rumours have been dismissed, Logan isn’t going to talk shit about his employer)

While it may look like a good decision, personally I feel like this whole situation was grossly mishandled, where Logan was continuously given the poorer, heavier car, with no update and once even have to use parts from last year. They can’t expect a driver to perform when they don’t give him the tools to do so. Cause we’ve all seen how talented Logan actually is, out qualifying a redbull around 7or 8 times now.

And ngl I feel like this is a questionable decision from Carlos’ end as well, it’s going to be interesting to see him go from the contender team to a bottom tier one.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi! I was hoping for a matchup for one peice and obey me^-^

Name: apollo

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: mlm

Mbti: infp (almost enfp tho)

Sign: leo (sun: leo moon: leo rising: cancer im a double leo lmao)

Hobbies: i love dnd and ttrpgs, i write, my writing preferences are horror and spooky stories, i also like to dm sad stories that turn hopeful, i LOVE to go on hikes and walks (im trying to get into more physical activity kinds of hobbies for my health, im thinking of taking up HEMA which is non-rapier sword fighting), and i cook daily its one of my favorite parts of the day! I love getting to see people enjoy what im eating and the compliments kinda fuel me ngl

Appearance: i have pale, freckled skin, usually painted nails (currently red, my favorite color to wear), im 5'5 (175cm) and half buff half chubby (perfect hugging composition hehehe). I have dark blue/grey eyes with very long lashes that i consider to be my best feature. I have dark brown curly hair that, due to a disorder, sometimes grows in dark blond (like right now lol.)

Other info is: i have autism and adhd (adhd is unmedicated) i have other neurodivergences too, and bc of it i need to date someone who at least understands the pain of having a mood disorder or some kind of trauma. I have dysgraphia and have to consciously choose to add certain grammar points to my writing (it is extremely difficult for me). Tuping comes much more naturally, but sometimes my fingers forget what keys to press and muscle memory takes over, issue is muscle memory just turns every word starting with a into and, so it doesnt got this. Also (this is good fanfic fodder) i have a phobia of sleep that is lessened (but not eliminated) by sleeping next to someone i trust

I hope to get: a clingy bf. Im too shy to initiate hugs and cuddles but i need them, so someone who wouldnt be afraid to initiate touch sounds wonderful tysm

I hope that's enough ^-^

Hi Apollo! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In One Piece, I match you with...

You and Luffy are going to be one of the most chaotic couples out there. I definitely see him as someone who also has Autism and ADHD, so you often bounce off each other.

If you’re looking for someone who will initiate affection, Luffy’s the man for you. He’s super clingy, even with friends so when he’s in a romantic relationship, that gets dialled up to eleven.

Definitely enjoys hiking with you. He likes getting out in nature but also enjoys exploring so expect to find yourself straying from the path on more than one occasion.

You like cooking? Luffy’s day has been made. Not only does he have Sanji, now he has you to make amazing, tasty food? He’s super grateful and will make sure you know just how much he likes your cooking.

In a modern au, Luff would hands down be into D&D. He’s definitely someone who plays chaotic good (emphasis on the chaotic) but it makes any campaign heaps of fun.

In Obey Me, I match you with...

There’s no one in the Devildom quite as physically affectionate as Asmo so he has no qualms about being the one to initiate affection, especially once he knows that’s what you prefer.

Thinks it’s super adorable that you’re so shy. He’s quite outgoing so he thinks you’re a perfectly balanced couple.

Clingy? No, you’re not clingy. Not when compared to Asmo at least. Since you’re both on the clingy side of things, there will hardly be a moment when you’re together that you’re not in contact somehow, even if it’s just linking pinkies.

Loves your writing, even if horror isn’t his genre. If you put some romance in there as well though, he’ll be all over it. He really likes your writing.

There will be no shortage of compliments in your relationship. Asmo has to make sure you know not just anyone could date him and that you’re special in so many ways. Please praise him as well!

[littleragondin]

Wednesday is here again, we all know what it means…

Absolute Zero Day!

Last week left us with Suansoon realizing how big of an impact him being in his own past might have on his future, while teen Ongsa was diving head first into his crush on Soon.

- Those tickets are dated March 5th, which means there are only 9 days between Suansoon and Ongsa’s first meeting and Soon’s birthday/Ongsa asking him out.

- Immediately feeling crushed by Suansoon's breakdown looking at that picture of him and Ongsa.

- I really like Ongsa’s little friend group. They are adorable, supportive, they feel like teens. The little documentary of the show said they were new characters created for the show (if I’m not mistaken), and I think it’s a good addition. It’s good to see him interact with peers and it emphasizes the contrast with Suansoon’s grief-fueled loneliness.

- I, too, would preen in delight if Sine complimented me, I feel you Soon. So she was just kindly housing him while he found his footing? Incredibly generous … but at least we now know where the money for Suansoon’s rent is going to come from.

- Soon saying that Ongsa’s doesn’t like coffee that much right after we see Ongsa discuss the fact that he doesn’t know anything about Soon? Loved it. Very efficient way to remind us where they both stand in their respective timeline.

- Oooh our first real big slip about time travel! Also it does something to me that he mentions the last movie he watched with adult!Ongsa ngl.

- I checked what the “My girl” (แฟนฉัน) movie was about and … well. Fitting, it seems. It follows themes of memories and nostalgia that blend perfectly with the show.

- AH YES!! I loved how, in episode 1, every time we see them watching a movie, Suansoon looks at the screen and Ongsa looks at Suansoon so you BET I noticed how this time, Suansoon is the one looking at teen!Ongsa watching the screen. I live for parallels.

- Oh, the way Soon panics and rushes away to hide when Ongsa’s parents come visit broke my heart a little. And the “we will meet eventually”?? he gained a full family when he got with Ongsa, uh...

- Okay that cut from teen!Ongsa laughing as he leans into his mother to her asleep at his hospital bed? Brutal, painful, sad. Please don’t do this to me again (I say knowing full well that’s what I signed up for)

- “You’re missing someone and that person isn’t me.” Oh boy… I like how forward Ongsa is. Like, couldn’t be me but he knows what he wants and he will reach for it. I am quietly impressed by that.

- I also liked the little ring scene, I may read too much into it but… the ring didn’t fit just like the way teen!Ongsa liking him does not fit adult!Suansoon. Still, it finds its place with Soon's bracelet, with that memory of their teenage love. Because that's what all of it is for adult!Soon, in the end. An extended sort of memory, and he finds comfort in it, of course, there is a lot to cherish here, but ultimately that's not what he really wants.

- Unsurprisingly loved the shoot with Ongsa’s hands holding the two tickets as evidence of Soon’s rejection, calling back directly to last week ending shot. Did I say I like parallels?

- “I won’t apologize, because I did it on purpose.” I was taken by surprise ngl. Tho i felt for Soon because like... Ongsa is kissing him, except it's not the Ongsa he loves right now, not like this, but it's still him. Also, that tear when he doesn't push him away for the second kiss? b y e

- That final scene had me googling smartphone apparition and distribution because I can't for the life of me date their widespread distribution - so as comparison point, the iPhone came out late June 2007 in the US (about 8 months before the show) so I do assume that specific kind of smartphone is unusual enough to justify their reactions.

Unsure of where we're being taken next week but I will be there.

I still really like Suansoon. Do I think he should have removed himself sooner/more seriously to protect what he had? Yeah, sure. But I'm not the one working through time traveling, and the grief he is carrying. I can understand that it's hard to refuse the obvious comfort he gets from spending time with teen!Ongsa, and that he gets touched and nostalgic when the boy gets all cute with him. Also I said it last week but I am just delighted by Teng Kanist and the melancholic softness he plays. Just works for me, hooks my heart and I'd forgive everything.

I still don’t think the video shop grandpa is aware of what is happening with Soon and time travel, but I do like that in the preview we see Soon still seeking him for help because it seems like it’s something he did for a long time (in ep.1 already he was saying the man had been here for all his important moments).

That said, at this point I brought my ticket for the “teen!Ongsa knew who teen!Suansoon was/would become when he meets him at the cinema” train. That would explain the tears at the lake, why he would keep going to the movies hoping to see him, and how deep the feeling seems to run when he tells him that he misses him when they meet in the video shop. Now my question is, in that case, how would that fit into their present life? Does it mean that adult!Ongsa has always been aware of his lover traveling back in time? How much is Suansoon going to tell him, is he going to be aware that he’ll get caught in a life threatening accident?? (Is that why he looked SO sad when they watched the movie the day before the accident??)

Now to be patient until next Wednesday ...

[thesweetestdevotion]

hello can i request career reading for p1harmony? thank you

P1Harmony Career Reading:

Dice: Gemini, Jupiter, 7th House

Tarot:

Their Current Career: The Moon Reversed, Two of Swords, Nine of Wands Reversed, Seven of Swords, The Sun Reversed, Three of Cups, The Hierophant Reversed, Knight of Swords, Five of Swords Reversed, The World,

I feel like their current career isn’t going in the way they hoped it would in some aspects. They might’ve come across something revealed to them that put them in a cross roads situation. They feel like they have to make a choice right now and it could weigh heavily on them as a group. Im seeing they became aware of some sort of sneakiness or underhanded behavior that was hidden from them which was the cause of a lot of stress and fatigue. I think right now they are leaning heavily on each other in order to overcome this, i feel that they have good rapport between them. Their biggest strength is their ability to be relatable to other people, they seem to be very good at communicating, social media is also a strength here with Gemini. They also have great ability to expand beyond what they are doing now. I think right now they are ending a past cycle in their career, maybe they are changing something in their contracts, or dealing with legal stuff. I think this will allow them more freedom to expand to bigger things and grow as artists. They are a very great group of people and I’m seeing they just work so well together, very harmonious and fun. this will help them greatly in the long run, I think whatever legal or contract issue they are dealing with now will get resolved well, but they have to prioritize communication with their higher ups and also be aware of themselves and what they want in their work and their development as artist.

Dice: Jupiter, 12th House, Virgo

Future of their Career: Seven of Cups, The Wheel of Fortune, Eight of Swords, Three of Swords Reversed, Ace of Wands Reversed, The Star Reversed, Judgement, Ten of Coins, The Hermit Reversed

Okay so for their future career I’m still seeing expansion lol! They might begin to focus on foreign markets, they could also do some sort of training? Or something where they’re able to hone new skills and by learning these skills they’ll be able to “re-enter” the world of entertainment with renewed power and strength which will allow them more leverage. I do think they will have many options in the future, but they will have to take initiative to choose one path to stay on! It’s best if they dont get caught up in pretty promises and choose what is best for them. They might also feel a bit like they lack the ability to take charge in their projects and their creative direction which could cause them some stress and grief ngl, they might feel like their dreams are being dwindled as they have to focus on more material things. I think this will be temporary however, i just think they might run into a situation where their self-expression will be stifled in order to make them more ‘palatable’ to a wider audience. I do think they will find a lot of opportunities in the foreign market and will be expanding towards that so it may shock them how to navigate this and they might have trouble adjusting to foreign tastes and fan-culture. They will be very financially rewarded for their efforts however, they might even sign new contracts that give them more money. They will also just have more work to do, their everyday routines will change a lot, there will be focus on their health and appearance. They might get more into fitness as a group? Or better their health, which will be important for their stamina and performance. I did say that they will learn new skills so they might be learning new dances/music styles. I just heard PR training so also that.

There was a lot of mercurial energy and jovial energy in this reading, so i think their career will have an emphasis on learning and growing as they go. they have luck on their side, I’m seeing their career is divinely guided, spirit has plans in store that even I have no access to. Ultimately their efforts and hard work and also determination, discipline, and discernment will have the most impact on their career! It’s truly in their hands hehe. They feel like a talented group of people that has the ability to reach huge heights if they put their mind to it. Hope you guys like it!! Xoxox

[yermes]

PAC 🪿:

Goodnight to my thot sons, my gay daughters, my whore-adjacent spawn and everyone else in between. A lot of my readings are just me oversharing about my life and hoping people can faintly relate. So me a chaote and my jewish friend go to mormon church to support an old teammate who just returned from a mission and im NGL. It was an experience. One of the pastors said in a speech that stars don’t produce their own light they just reflect the suns and me and my friend made the eye contact and was like MF you mean THE MOON. Definitely an experience. ANYWAYS. Heres some advice on your occult journey to invite more experiences weather they’re comfortable or uncomfortable.

Pick a meme

Pick a card

Princess of Cups 🦇

Venus in water signs, Earth in the waters of Briah, Malkuth

You are on delulu island miss girl. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I know a lot of delusional practitioners who can kinda get things to work. You are far from depth. You are far from the motivation of fire. You just are simply vibing in this romanticized version of the arcane. Maybe you stand within your delusional day dreams because you are scared your sand castle will crumble down around you because miss girl there is no solid base. Maybe that shit DOES have to fall to make a solid foundation.

Two of Pents 🫎

Lord of Harmonious change, Chokmah, Jupiter in Capricorn, 1°–10°, Lekabel and Veshiriah

Your practice ATM is anything but reliable, stable, or fixed. You are running a constant battle between hot and cold, a battle against ever changing and evolving personal morals (remember as above so below bitch) and this indecisiveness is about to take you for a RIDE. Seeing as you may be discontent you may start branching out into something you actually like and believe in adding a new fundamental theory or belief to your practice.

Queen of Wands 🐆

21° Pisces to 20° Aries, water aspect in the fire of Yetzirah, Binah

This card is saying “you are in your curse era” which is fine I had one too when I was an ankle bitter. While you have the capacity for love, understanding, growth, and creativity. This card is the water aspect of fire making you very unstable. You go from good cop to bad cop at a drop of a pin. You ponder other peoples issues while not facing your own you may be prone to throwing out something which may end up teaching you a thing or two in the end.

The Foolish Man 🦭 (reversed)

The Spirit of Ether, Aleph, Ox, Pluto

My perfect beautiful innocent child HAS or is ABOUT to make a bad choice. Not on purpose but everyone needs to fuck around and find out sometimes its the truest version of the scientific method. If you fuck around. Bitch. You will find out. Now remember making a bad choice doesn’t demoralize you forever every opportunity is a learning opportunity.

[therealslimshakespeare]

What even is good person? Really tho, can any of them be categorised as such? All of them signed up (not drafted!) to drop bombs on often innocent people. And yeah, patriotism and propaganda is one thing but they knew very well where those bombs end up. There is even one very good episode of the series dedicated to drilling into audiences skulls how bad it was. So yeah, I find it very curious that only Maureen get’s a label of „bad person” when other and notably male characters did just as shitty things -let’s not forget how Bucky would provoke fights just to let of steam regardless of consequences on the others, or how Gale tried to kill a kid. And in purely historic sense -american soldiers were responsible for great deal of rapes and suffering of the civilian population. That does not diminish their bravery and their own suffering but just as any other army they did fuck ton of bad stuff (maybe not as much as germans and russians but the point stands). I don’t believe that there could be such a thing as truly good person during war (if such a thing as only good person exists) . And regards of things that she did before the war and her lack of communication and respect to Gale boundaries -yeah that’s a bad thing to do. I’ll freely admit that. But she clearly has so much potential and verve to life that I’m willing to let her grow in the way that you planned to. So fuck others loyalty, she has mine. She’s so interesting as a character that I honestly find it degrading that the only thing that people focus on is one shitty line she said to Ida (while both of them where under enormous pressure) and her past which honestly isn’t really clear to us. That is no dig at you btw, you are amazing. I want to know more about what makes her tick and would kill for a discourse about her inner life (since we already know so much about other characters). I love how you bring your characters to life and I just honestly want people to lay off Maureen for one day 😭 let her grow for fucks sake!

Ngl my authors brain just soared reading this because. Like. That’s everything I have in my mind. I do believe in good but i also love war because it makes good people do horrible things and that’s a character study that’s bound to divide.

But I respect the hell out of everyone’s opinion to not agree even with my final satisfaction of Maureen’s growth. That’s perfectly fine. Expected even. I just do view this whole world to have so much in it, including outright evil, horrifying actions that are ennobled by “service” and many other gray things.

Consent is understandably a sore topic. One I’ve personally suffered the ignoring of. It’s one that’s been rightfully raised to a correct level of dire by this current generation after being relegated as minor by others.

It’s not, however, some special area of absolute evil. Or rather, it can be, but just like many of things, there are degrees of it. Now some people do not wanna give room to that, but there is. What was perpetrated against Smith is not the same as Maureen laying her hand in grown adult superior officer Gale Cleven’s lap repeatedly. Both wrong, both a matter of degrees. The same would go for the employees with an extra side of coercion due to abuse of power, but I honestly am not sure what folks think she did with the employees at this point because that was never even specified. I said back then she wouldn’t think much of getting what she wanted no matter what. In my mind her actions with Gale were far more than anything with them. And we still have never even seen exactly what his reception of them/encouragement of them were.

Sometimes it feels like a lot going off a little bit of reference in a far larger story. My responsibility as a writer so I roll with it, respect it, sometimes agree even, which I feel strongly about

[kindheart525]

I just realized Solar Sapphos would probably be the last remaining member of the Crystal Family in the horror au.......

You’re absolutely right! Ngl I kind of forgot about that connection when I mentioned her in my answer for Luster, but it accidentally worked out so well for her personality, which is described in my nng list as follows:

”A bit of a Final Girl type. She's reliable and determined but a bit mousy, she keeps to herself but when something needs to be done shes the one who DOES it.”

So it makes a lot of sense for her to survive. I’m sure you’re wondering, how exactly did Iolite manage to miss her? Especially since Amour’s death shows that the villainess isn’t above eliminating foals. Solar Sapphos happens to be really good at hiding, and managed to evade Iolite through the many secret passageways hidden in the ancient Castle of the Two Sisters, outwitting her even as a young and terrified foal. This castle becomes a meeting space for the other vigilantes (including Yngvlid, Snowcone, Aurora, and Luster) who take Solar’s survival within its walls as a sign that it’s safe.

As for Solar herself, along with being raised by her remaining parent, she is being trained by Yngvlid and other royals to take on the throne when she is of age, so the Empire may be returned to the original Crystal Family once again.

[cyberfunsupporter]

ha rin & seo jun as well….

harin:

how i feel about this character

i love her. i honestly don’t have much more to say than that she’s just so likable and cool… ngl top 5 characters of all time for me she is so funny and real to be honest

all the people i ship romantically with this character

well seojun OBVIOUSLY LIKE who do u think i am. but she’s a little gay. the idea of sujin or hyemin is funny but not serious

my non-romantic otp for this character

WELL. SUJIN. OF COURSE when they briefly had a friend breakup lemme tell you i was about to jump over the edge. genuinely nothing more upsetting than that and seojun got murdered

my unpopular opinion about this character

i don’t even think people have opinions on blue birthday… but i do think she’s well written! i saw people saying in reviews they thought the writing was bad so. i disagree

one thing i wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

i wanted her to mess w seojun more soooo bad before they found out ab hyemin killing him (before the sign fell on him yk) it would’ve been so funny cause he was so nervous about just holding hands. like harin should’ve kissed his cheek i think. he would’ve freaked out. seojun loserboy

seojun:

how i feel about this character

i love him… i admit i didn’t get it at first mostly because they portrayed him as such a jerk in the first episode for no reason 😭 but second ep won me over to be honest i Love him. he’s perfect

all the people i ship romantically with this character

harin. he would kill himself (Ha. Ha.) before he ever likes anyone that isn’t harin. i think

my non-romantic otp for this character

his friend group w harin, sujin, uiyeong, and eunsong they’re so funny i love the scenes where they all hangout cause it’s also a really believable friend group. i feel like it’s kinda hard to do that, like in a lot of shows the friend group (which is secondary to the romance a lot) seems a bit stilted like in a love so beautiful (ik that kdrama is shit and not a good example BUT LIKE.) i was like this shit isn’t reallll that’s not a real friend group. heon isn’t even a friend wtf… but no seojun fit in perfectly with the friend group, it didn’t feel as if he was just harin’s crush the same way it felt like heon was just sol-i’s crush 😭😭😭

my unpopular opinion about this character

well i’m not too sure if this is unpopular cause nobody really gaf about this show but he’s a good love interest and i think hongseok was good at acting his character too so 🥸 the show isn’t Just good because it has yeri in it. i love her but seojun is really cool and also adds to the show

one thing i wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

he comes out as a he/him butch lesbian

[magicmindless]

Could you tell us some hc you have of Mousse or Whippa? And if you can count some hc you have of Duke if there is part of 2 (or if you have some now)

Sure, I’ll do headcanons for Mousse first and then Whippa’s will be later.

A HC list but it’s just Mousse

I used to care about him, but then I stopped caring, and now we’re here (he was actually pretty tough to think about ngl)

- Mysterious, stoic, and tough as nails if dared to be trifled with but is pretty calm for the most part

- Him and Whippa grew up in a high-middle class family with strict parents. They were known as the “Golden Children” growing up since everything they did seemed perfect when it was really all just a façade

- They both got bullied by the other troublemakers since in their area the upperclass wasn’t very respected (eat the rich amirite?)

- The two were friends with NuMarcus when they were young. They don’t really talk much now. Maybe an occasional bar visit for drinks now and then but that’s about it

- When their parents passed away during their teen years, they stayed with their uncle who didn’t really care about what they did so they started getting into crime

- It’s rumored that their parents were the leaders of an organized crime gang in Oniontown which was how they acquired so much wealth, but Mousse and Whippa can’t confirm since they weren’t very close with their parents, but they have their suspicions

- One time when they were in jail, they were visited by a head chief and detective who needed some information about a certain criminal they were said to have connections with

- Realizing their street smarts and how many connections they had, they were released from prison as long as they swore to never commit crime again

- The nightclub Mousse and Whippa run now was a bar owned by their uncle, and they took over when he retired. They had some money to revamp the place and it’s much more popular now… at least among criminals

- He’s a fan of alcohol, mainly bourbon and whiskey. Nothing about him really changes when he drinks though

- Pretty puzzle smart, and knows how to crack almost all codes like Morse code, crypto, stuff like that

- A fan of reading mythology and old classic literature, though he prefers audiobooks over actually reading since it’s less tiring for him

- Has a weird thing against tourists. He isn’t sure what it is he just doesn’t like them, but tolerates them at best. Maybe he just doesn’t see the big deal in traveling

- Then again, he’s a pretty low energy sort of person, so being around people tends to tire him out easily

- For whatever reason he has the immunity of a sickly Victorian child. It ain’t uncommon for his voice to be much lower than normal or for him to have random coughing fits while investigating someone

-Debating on whether he smokes or not but honestly he probably does

- Has a Chevy Caprice which is really cool, like the cars you see in old detective movies

- Likes photography as a side-hobby. Of course it’s helpful with his job, but he mainly just likes it for personal enjoyment. He has an old Polaroid camera for this hobby as well

- Really skilled at chess. Like, really good. He used to do chess tournaments back in the day for sport and keeps his trophies up on shelves and things

- He likes flowers but not many people know because he’s kind of embarrassed about it. His favorite flowers are hellebores, specifically black hellebores because of their role in Greek Mythology and their overall symbolism

- Isn’t a fan of things which are too overly “positive” (ex: “live laugh love” signs), he’s too much of a realist for that sort of thing

- Tends to talk to himself when he’s alone like a philosophical narrator reflecting on his life in an old detective novel

- He’s not sure if he’d have any other job besides the one he has now, but he assumes he’d probably just work in his uncle’s bar until it shut down, and if that happened he’d just work at another bar or hotel even

[malrie]

ranking best to ok marillierverse love interest men of books I’ve read so far

wildwood dancing - gogu win 🐸 but so did sorrow ngl he was a dark horse winner of the plot. also beat out the main couple just bc….cmon…..second cousins. LOL. crazy. 9/10 (for both 🐸 and 🧛)

cybele’s secret - genuinely the most shoujo dynamic trio of them all. 9/10 marks wish they could’ve stayed a little reverse harem polycule but it’s fine they did what they had to do. very much men written by a woman so yes we enjoyed.

daughter of the forest - ermmm again red was a few years too old for sorcha to begin with but alas .. never got too out of bounds ig. i liked him. he was a good supporting character and was sorchas ride or die from the start (which she needed(. in adulthood it’s crazy how red slayed that much as a dad but I won’t grade him on that bc it’s just his intro book grade for now. 8/10

son of the shadows - bran you were supposed to be the punk cool arts guy but being so heated about getting vengeance when your grudge isn’t even factchecked is giving dumb as rocks like I’m embarrassed for you. and also you’re a deadbeat dad bye. 4/10

special mention:

grim of dreamer’s pool - signed sealed delivered every single thing in his contract not only did he eat but he did the dishes too thank you king 10/10 (NOTHIFN ROMANTIC EVEN HAPPENED LUL)