#would love to know how the vaults came to existence like

[strqyr]

shout out to beacon for being the only academy not in the middle of its city while also managing to have a defensible position on a cliffside.

the goal was to have the vaults & relics protected by warriors (at least ones in training) at all times, yet some people didn't get the memo and are closely surrounded by entire cities on top of that.

not that the relic necessarily is at beacon anyway, but at least it's acting as a perfect decoy.

sucks for the students, tho.

[magnuficentwo]

Hi guys. Does anyone else think about the way Handsome Jack's mistreatment of Angel in a surface level seems like it makes sense, only for it to be so brutal, so insanely self-centered, so inhumane that it loses all the deniability the man could've once had? Does anyone think about how Angel's entrapment was not caused just because she killed her mom, but because Jack saw danger for HIMSELF in his daughter, not once thinking that she could've gotten hurt through it too ? Does anyone remember how his justification for why he "needed" to trap her away wasn't even really for her safety, it was for HIS feelings and HIS pain and HIS grief, never once focusing how Angel's siren powers acting out wasn't even her own fault. Because she was never even responsible for the fact she had them in the first place.

Angel never had anyone to guide her or help manage her phaseshift, no information on how she could cope with outbursts or keep everything in check because sirens are just hard to study and find in general, but also because people just didn't bother to try. She was blamed for her mother's death because she couldn't control herself, but she was a child. She literally Didn't know how to do that because no one Taught her how to, because there was no one who even could. Her punishment for something that was only barely her fault (because I really, REALLY doubt she would've killed her mom on purpose, especially given the context that she was already unstable from Jack's dialogue) was to get used as a human battery over and over in extremely painful circumstances, basically tortured for years and years while also isolated and only ever in contact with her abuser, with no one else knowing where she was or even WHO she was anymore, forever bound to do his bidding because there was literally nothing else she could do.

That is, until the vault hunters came along. The Vault Hunters, who by all means don't even know she exists properly and only understand her as a guide, not a person, are portrayed in her mind as potential saviours— Friends even, because she HAS no one else. These people were always her ticket out of the hell, and they had no idea.

Does anyone think about how its the vault hunters taking action against Handsome Jack (The Villain) that leads Angel to finally speak up against Jack (Her Dad) and his abuse, even when she's punished for it, because she's just so tired, so utterly exhausted, so incredibly fucking angry with this fucking guy, that she just doesn't bring herself to care about it anymore ? How her rebellion comes from the tiniest sparks of hope of people standing against an overwhelming threat despite it seeming so impossible at first, despite the odds being completely stacked against them ? How Jack's first instinct when she acts out of line isn't to try and make Angel understand his side, to manipulate her as he does to everyone else, it's to directly punish her physically until she can't keep acting anymore (by shocking her) ? How much of a threat does this teenage girl pose to this grown ass man for him to want to do that, even when she's literally trapped away in what he believes to be an impenetrable base, away from everything and everyone, including himself ? And does he not feel shame knowing he does the things he does ? All the echo-logs indicate he doesn't, but his words are always pointing towards this secret 'care' for Angel, like he has to keep it hidden for some reason. And for what ? She still hates him. It would've been much more useful for him if he was just even the slightest bit more loving or caring, but it doesn't even cross his mind that it would be the case, because his head is so up his own asshole he can't see the effect that's already permeated all across Angel's demeanor to him. He doesn't see her as anything more than a tool, and she doesn't see him as anything more than a monster who's forcing her into living the worst life she could for his own purpose. And that's why she believes the only way out is to kill herself. Without her, Jack wouldn't be able to keep doing the things he wanted to, and it would be HER doing it, HER volition, HER autonomy getting regained for just this one time for a goal she thinks could be larger than herself, larger than her dad's reach over her.

And it was all thanks to Vault Hunters who never even knew her, Vault Hunters she sacrificed everything for because they were her friends in her mind.

I think about Angel a lot

[chvoswxtch]

midnights- blurb (less than 500 words) based on a lyric, book, tv/movie quote (request a vault track to make it spicy)

"you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires." (from bridgerton) hey babe. i am weak. and i neeeeed this for matt. please. i need him to be insanely in love with me but SO mad about.

hi my angel. enemies to lovers coming right up ;)

blurb below the cut

desire (matt’s version)

you are the bane of my existence, and the object of all my desires

Matt couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was about you that drove him absolutely fucking insane, but you got under his skin in a way that no one ever had before. From the moment Karen introduced the two of you, it was like trying to force two opposing magnets together. For every snarky quip he made, you had a smartass retort loaded in the chamber, and all it took was one condescending inflection perceived in the other’s tone to get you at each other’s throats.

Matt hated how clever you were. He hated that you were able to keep up with his sharp wit, and cut through his ego with your own. He hated that you were intelligent, and that sometimes your argument was better than his own; not that he would ever tell you that or miss the opportunity to debate you regardless of knowing you were right and he was wrong. Matt hated that Foggy and Karen, and everyone around you, found you so goddamn charming because he thought you were the Devil incarnate. 

Or maybe he hated that you were all soft smiles and gentle words with everyone else, but the second he entered the room, you were sharpening your tongue and preparing for another verbal war.

He couldn’t remember who hated who first.

But right now, as the two of you were locked in yet another heated argument about God even knows what, he especially hated you, because the scent of crisp green apple from your shampoo lingering in your hair made his heartbeat throb in his veins. While you were dismantling his defense ruthlessly with your vicious words, all he could focus on was how soft and supple he could tell your lips were. He could feel the way your dress strained across your chest that was heaving slightly with your irritated breaths and the rise in temperature that flushed in your cheeks.

He hated that he could feel the unfiltered passion in your vexation, because he knew you don’t fight with someone the way you fought with him unless there was something there.

In the middle of your verbal laceration, something in him finally snapped, and his large hand came up to loosely grasp your throat as he shoved you back against the wall. A sharp gasp of surprise flew past your lips, and the edge of Matt’s mouth curled up in a faint snarl as he leaned in so you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips.

“You are the bane of my existence.”

He could feel your heart’s rhythm pounding relentlessly against his fingertips, and the way your eyes darted back and forth, frantically trying to see past his crimson lenses for an explanation to why he had you trapped between his body and the wall behind you, completely at his mercy. But the intoxicating aroma of your arousal slowly starting to seep between your thighs was all the confirmation he needed.

Matt let out a heavy exhale of exasperation as he leaned in to nuzzle his nose against yours, his hand slowly snaked upwards to cradle the side of your face while he finally confessed in a delicate whisper.

“And the object of all my desires.”

Without another word, Matt captured your lips in a hungry kiss, one that elicited a soft noise from the back of your throat that made his heart skip a beat. As you eagerly returned his kiss and tangled your fingers in his hair, Matt allowed himself to finally accept the truth he had been avoiding.

Matt hated you because he loved you.

[mageofcolors]

sonic characters playing minecraft headcanons bc i cant sleep:

-tails is a huge redstoner. he builds giant farms for everyone on the server to use and also has a tendency to be responsible for most of the server's lag. in their umiverse tails is the one to invent wireless redstone

-tails also likes building house exteriors while amy builds the interiors. they work on a lot of projects together

-amy also runs a business making interiors because shes known to be the best at it on the server

-amy runs a shop selling mob loot because she loves killing things. she's also a master pvper and everyone fears her so you know no one would dare steal from her. she kills withers on the regular and makes bank off the nether stars

-she's also very skilled at using both the axe and the sword, but not as good at ranged weapons.

-sonic is an explorer and likes mods that allow for gear that makes him faster and increases his step height. mountain biomes are the bane of his existance in vanilla

-sonic used to live in tails' house but he would ruin his item sorter system all the time so he asked sonic to get his own storage. sonic now lives in a hole under tails' house

-sonic's a big potion user. he likes speed potions + water breathing / night vision potions for dealing with water stuff. he's soooo brave about it. he forced himself to take on a water temple because he couldnt stand the idea of there being an enemy he couldnt defeat. being underwater makes him sick tho

-knuckles is a miner and his house is a series of tunnels that blends into his mine. he also likes building things mainly with stone materials. he takes inspiration from irl angel island.

-rouge is a big flyer. shes possibly the best elytra user on the server

-rouge collects all the gems in the game and stacks them in shulker boxes in a vault nobody on the server has found yet. she does randomly flex by taking them out and showing them off. she'll go up to knuckles and just place a shulker box full of diamond blocks in front of him to taunt him, then quickly grab it and fly away.

-rouge doesn't mine so much as she'll trade or steal. she mainly steals from knuckles tho just to mess with him. knuckles always gets confused where his stuff has gone and still hasnt figured out rouge is the one taking it.

-rouge will also trade random missions for gems. these missions will often consist of helping with playing pranks on other members of the server.

-cream runs a flower and dye "shop" where she has super cheap prices, but half the time she will just give people flowers as gifts. everyone returns the favor with much more valuable items to make her happy but it technically doesn't count as selling/buying because cream never asks for anything in return. she does like receiving gifts tho

-big is always on the server, fishing. little do they know big is actually physically in the minecraft world. he doesnt know how he got there but he's vibin

-knuckles is very into minecraft lore. he likes exploring to learn more about the world and he likes finding old ruins. while sonic is also an explorer it's not too often they'll actually team up unless theyre specifically going to fight a difficult enemy. usually they prefer to go solo

-when time came to fight the ender dragon everyone showed up (except cream because she didn't think the dragon is evil and didnt want to kill it). shadow, sonic, and knuckles were all fighting for the final hit on the dragon. shadow got the hit but sonic stole the egg before anyone else could. he's hiding it in the hole under tails' house. rouge has her sights set on that thing and will figure out where it is any moment now. she just has to wait for tails to leave the house so she can search without being seen or heard

-shadow was the first on the server to get the achievement for collecting all the cats

-shadow is also a pretty good builder and he lives in a nice house with his cats. he has the most maxed out armor on the server

-tails has a solo world as well where he runs like 1000 mods that nobody else's computer could handle. i thought this was important to mention

-sonic likes to collect heads. both mob heads and player heads. he has 20 knuckles heads and 13 shadow ones but he could not get a tails one until tails donated one himself to the collection.

[lemotmo]

Found it. Question and answer 🙂

Q. Hello, I really do love your blog. I actually came across your blog following a Sherlock post, so I know you have good taste. I'm not exactly fandom savvy so I will admit that I might have responded too strongly to the initial B/T excitement, but I went back and re-watched the season through the perspective of your's and a few other blogs. I now think the story you and others believe they're telling is the story they're setting up. I actually kind of feel stupid for not seeing it initially. But how do you think the show is going to get their breakup? Do you think Buck or Tommy will be the one to call things off? Will Buck or Eddie make the first move in getting them together?

A. Haha, Sherlock, wow you went deep into the vault of my blog for that one! You are absolutely not stupid. Overzealousness to the initial newness was always going to be a thing. I promise you that didn't surprise anyone. Adjusting too and participating in any kind of fandom involves a learning curve. What sucks for you all though, unfortunately, is your learning curve came as a result of the wrong people taking the lead in your fandom. So you all had to learn everything the hard way. Sadly I'm an old mom when it comes to fandom, lol. Yes I was there for Sherlock (Cumberbatch not Downey, but I love him too so don't @ me). I am still part of the Robron (Robert and Aaron) fandom, but I cut my teeth in the Chrolli (Christian and Oliver) fandom. That one taught me many cruel lessons. So don't ever feel stupid about having to figure things out. The majority of the messages in my ask box now are from people like you. People who were very excited and very into it, maybe a bit too much, in the beginning, but are less enthusiastic now. Just like the initial over excitement was expected the come down you and many others are experiencing now was also expected. Most of you were always going to get over it almost as quickly as you fell in love with it. It happens. The show knew it would happen as well. Lou did too, it's why he way over did things in the beginning. He knew he was on a clock. I will say that your fandom did show me a first though, and that's having the show and actors blocking multiple members of your fandom. I had never seen that before. And that's not a legacy you want to be a part of. Any fandom whose leading voices openly encourage and promote sending hate to the actors and the official show accounts is a fandom not long for existence. I one hundred percent believe that their eagerness and public bragging about sending Ryan messages wishing he had committed suicide is what prompted Tim/ABC to put an end to the cameo nonsense. They were never going to allow that level of depravity to continue. So you're really just reading and acknowledging the writing on the wall. So welcome back 🙂

As for the Buck and Tommy breakup they have a few options. I go back and forth between who should officially end things. Any way the show goes though it won't be a dramatic breakup. The show hasn't established this as being a serious relationship for either character. So either way it's going to be amicable. There's no need for it to be anything else. I have mostly believed that Buck, narratively speaking, needs to be the one to walk away. It would show nice character growth for him to be able to acknowledge and see the pattern this relationship is following and finally break the cycle. But if they lean into Buck's very real fear of a relationship with Eddie maybe leading to him losing both Eddie, and Christopher, I could see them having Buck double down on his determination to force the relationship with Tommy to work. That would put Tommy in the position of having to be the one to walk away. And I think that's probably the way the story will go. And I want to stress to everyone that this is fine. It will be obvious Buck doesn't want the relationship, but is staying because he's afraid of the relationship he does want. So even if the show has Tommy be the one who officially ends things, it will still be because Buck is in love with Eddie. Do not spend time overthinking who does the breaking up. Why they breakup is the important part. Don't get caught up in the semantics.

As for who will make the first official Buddie move, I think it will be and needs to be Eddie. I just don't see the build up on Buck's part not being about his abandonment issues and genuine fear of losing Eddie and Christopher if the relationship doesn't work out. And believe it or not, anon, Eddie is usually the more level headed of the two. So I think Eddie will need to be the one to help Buck realize that it's okay to jump. Getting Buck to take the first leap will be the hardest part for Buck, but once he jumps he will be all in. Then it will be Buck's turn to walk Eddie through all the firsts he's about to experience.

Oh no, OP! I get it! I was in the Chrolli fandom as well. The way they treated Christian's character development was just terrible. It was like complete character assassination. I was so hurt after that, that I never even rewatched any of the earlier episodes when things were so good between them. I couldn't. Like the OP said, it was cruel.

Once again a brilliant answer.

I agree that it will probably be Tommy who will break up with Buck, after Buck had his realisation about Eddie. The 'My attention?' line has to come back in season 8. It was too obvious.

As for who will make the first move with Buddie? I am still undecided on that, but the OP does make a compelling case in her answer.

Thank you Nonny for dropping this in my askbox!

Remember, no hate in comments or reblogs. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of the anonymous OP’s posts, you can find all of their posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

[orangepeetals]

“SAY DON’T GO” ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

(pt4 of playlist for a star series)

PEETA MELLARK X F.READER

pt1 / pt2 / p3 / next part !! ^^

Summary: You and Peeta were tributes for the quarter quell, so they tried to stay together until they couldn’t do it anymore.

a/n: i speak Spanish so the story was originally written in Spanish and then I translated it into English, plz don’t be rude if there is a mistake !! 😞

warnings: Mentions of death, violence, angst, torture.

The days had been chaotic, interviews, training, dealing with the other tributes and looking for allies, Peeta and you had obtained a 12 in the tests, from Peeta you understood it but for your part, you came to the conclusion that it was in revenge for offering yourself instead of Katniss to enter the arena again, you feared for your life but especially for Peeta’s. You needed him to return home, Katniss was temporarily out of risk, so if you were dead, and you were going to do it, Peeta wouldn’t be alone, he could live a life With Katniss if they had to continue with the farce of the lovers.

Peeta and you didn’t waste any time, when they shouldn’t leave the apartment assigned to the 12th district and they were out of risk of being seen, you spent the whole day stuck together, talking about everything, about life, about what it would be like when they left, about how they wanted things to change, they were in their own world where nothing could harm them, the days before the games, you made sure that your boy didn’t miss a single sunset, you knew that he loved them and how important they were for both of you, once they entered that arena, no sunset could be beautiful if it was corrupted by evil.

It was time to sleep, Peeta took you in his arms and took you to bed, he sat in this one still with you clinging to him like a koala, you didn’t even want to see him in the face, you couldn’t, you were crying in silence, the blond felt your tears on his neck and let out a sigh, he was trying to contain the tears too, they both knew it was their last night together, in the morning they would both be on their way to the fucking sand. His hands caressed your waist and your hair, he cleared his throat before he could talk.

“Effie wanted us to wear something golden, he said it was something like a token, so that they know that we are a team and that we will endure until the end, I asked her to please give me this for you, I want you to take it and be strong just in case...”

“Shut your fucking mouth” you let go of interrupting him, you knew what he was going to say and you weren’t going to accept him saying it, you sobbed and stuck more to him, if possible, you let him keep talking, you wanted to hear the melody of his voice. “You know what can happen, beautiful, I’ll die there and I want you to take this so that you don’t lose hope, you’re going to leave that place alive anyway, you’re good, you’re fast, you know how to handle daggers and swords better than anyone else” Peeta’s voice could make you believe anything but this time you knew it wouldn’t be like that, you were going to die and your boy would come home but he didn’t know about it, you just wished he could forgive you for this.

He took your hand and extended it towards him, took something out of his pocket and put it on your ring finger, you separated to see it and you saw a beautiful ring, it had a precious stone in the shape of a star, it looked expensive but luxury did not surprise you in the slightest, Peeta’s heart was what sheltered your soul, he showed you his hand, he wore one to match yours on the same finger. “If I die, I want to die being yours, y/n, I want you to know that you and I are married regardless of what the rest knows” His eyes were as full of tears as yours, you kissed his lips in desperation, your breathing was agitated and your hands tried to caress every part of his existence. “I love you, Peeta Mellark, no matter what happens, I’ll always love you with all my strength, even if I die, I will continue to love you and illuminate your path forever, I will never let anything harm you” you did not wait for an answer, you did not need it, they both lay in bed without separating of the kiss, you couldn’t stand the desire to love him anymore.

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In your nightmares you were in a beautiful room, you could tell that it was from a classy place, your body burned and you felt that your head was going to explode, you felt pain but you didn’t know where, the confusion was too much, the blows came back, you begged them to stop but they didn’t listen to you, someone pulled your hair and forced you to look forward, you expected your death to come but you met Snow in front of you, with a horrible smile.

“Miss y/n, the only thing you had to do was let Katniss Everdeen enter the arena, maybe we could have saved your loverboy, or do you think i didn’t know?” Fear made you feel paralyzed, the pain ceased and his words echoed in your head, you felt stupid, you should have left Peeta, you should have kept him away as he was, you cried desperately. A puncture made you return to the reality of your nightmare, the images were in front of you while Snow’s voice did not stop resonating in your mind, they were memories of your life and in each of them, Peeta Mellark hurt you, he hurt Katniss, he was damaging everything, you began to hallucinate, Peeta wanted to kill you, you didn’t understand why, you loved each other!

“Peeta Mellark betrayed you, y/n, he delivered you to be free” Snow laughed next to you as you writhed from the pain feeling more syringes in your body, now you were on the floor. “I’m just trying to protect you, y/n, now you know the truth, if you cooperate I will be able to give you the best of lives away from Peeta Mellark,” he continued showing your memories, they looked strange and some bright but you associated it with whatever they were injecting at you. You remembered him, Peeta had abandoned you in the arena, badly injured, possibly he had been victorious, you would have thanked him if it were not because now you needed him to die, Peeta was a liar, he never loved you and it was always a lie to be able to win him, he didn’t care about anyone, his plan was always to kill you.

They weren’t nightmares, they weren’t bad memories, everything was true, all that seemed real.

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You opened your eyes suddenly, where the fuck am I? You thought, every part of your body hurt and the dizziness didn’t let you think, what looked like doctors were checking you but as soon as you realized this, you screamed desperately. “Please stop, kill me, I beg you!” The doctors took your arms and you cried inconsolably, without stopping begging. “you’re fine, calm, you’re in the 13th district now, you’ve been rescued from the capitol” you couldn’t believe the words of an unknown person, so you fought until you got tired or rather, they managed to calm you down. Once you were calmer, one of the doctors spoke to you and briefly explained what had happened, you felt stupid because of the way she spoke to you but you were already exhausted from trying to fight, you had already passed so much that at least an hour without torture was a miracle for you.

You allowed them to be checked, your body was weakened and you had lost weight considerably, your whole body had marks and scars from your weeks in the capitol, you kept crying in silence while thinking about what you did to deserve all that pain, all that suffering, the answer did not take long to arrive, because you heard a familiar voice behind you, you heard his steps running while he shouting to let him in, he came to kill you, you knew it but you were not going to give him pleasure. You turned slowly to see him, his eyes overflowed with tears and his gaze was full of love, liar, he was a mutt, he wanted to deceive you again to fall, for a moment you almost believed him, something in you wanted to run and kiss him but your survival instinct was greater, when you felt his warmth near you, you took him by the neck and threw him to the floor, putting yourself on him, Peeta choked a scream and fear took over his features, you hit him until they fell asleep again.

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I posted it again because I didn’t like the previous one I uploaded, I hope you like it! I want to finish it soon :-) I’m also accepting requests for other fics !!! 🌸

taglist: @mellaurks

[milliemakesmagic]

The Valentine Family, a family out of time

Millie hasn't posted a fic in a HOT SECOND.

but here I ammmm.

A few generations have passed since the Sole Survivor broke Nick Valentine out of that vault. One of those generations they shared together as husband and wife. But the more time passes, the more his memory banks fill up, and he starts to forget everything. Including his own family.

Me and @psybrepunk came up with this idea when we discussed the memory banks eventually failing Nick. I'm not sure how Gen 2 synths memory banks work, but for story purposes, he basically forgets everything after several generations. Enjoy!

Word count: 955 Warnings: Sad. Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56777947

There was a cardboard box in Valentine Detective Agency that Nick Valentine could never come to terms with. 

Right now it sat on his desk in front of him. He stared at the scribbled words on the side of the box: The Valentine Family.

His yellow eyes traced the words over and over, hoping it would make him remember something. Anything. 

He’d been through that box hundreds of times. 

He’d studied the pictures and read the letters and held the scraps of clothing, hoping it would bring back some memory. 

At one point, his synthetic existence had a story that didn’t belong to Nick Valentine the cop.

He had a family. A wife, a story of his own. 

He also had a son. But he knew that part because that child was the same as him. Frozen in time. 

A young boy named Shaun, that apparently was a copy of his wife’s biological son. 

Shaun had found his own way with other synths like himself so Nick didn’t see him often anymore. But when he did see him, they almost didn’t know how to act. Or at least Nick didn’t. 

Shaun’s memory was endless. So he remembered his mother, he remembered their family, he remembered where he came from. 

Meanwhile Nick, the man that this young synth called “father”, had no memories of that time. 

But one thing never changed, whenever the boy visited, he would climb into Nick’s lap and fall asleep while Nick looked over cases. It was the only thing that made Nick feel the ghost of familiarity about the past.

Nick rummaged through the box again chasing that ghost, struggling with the feelings of pain and grief as he desperately tried again to remember something.

There was a photo of him beside two young women, written on the back it said, “The Detective, the Vault Dweller, and the Journalist.” Inside the box along with it was a newspaper article called Publick Occurrences, written by a woman named Piper Wright.

There was a red handkerchief with a photo of a german shepherd attached. Nick again puzzled over who would name their dog, “Dogmeat.”

A photo of Shaun and the woman who was Nick’s wife, cuddling on the couch watching the snow falling through the big front window. “Christmas Eve in Sanctuary Hills.”

He opened an envelope and read the note that was written in loopy red writing, something about an anniversary, and how much she loved him. He pulled out the scrap of red lace from inside the envelope and admired the little threaded hearts in the material.

Further inside the box he found a small bent up fedora, the note attached to it was in his own handwriting. “He wanted to look like me, so on his birthday I got him this. He wore it until it couldn’t hold its shape anymore.” 

There was a photograph of Nick sitting on the couch with his wife straddling his lap and carefully stitching extra material on his neck to avoid further tearing. She was laughing in this photo, and it looked like he was too.

Nick ran his hand over his neck, feeling the worn stitches that had started to come undone over time. Someone who loved him, carefully tried to fix his struggling synthetic body. And she didn’t look ashamed of his appearance or who he was. The joy in her laughing face as she repaired him in this image had Nick sometimes staring at this photo for hours.

Finally his hand pulled out a worn holotape. He turned it over in his fingers before putting it into the player. 

“Nick!” Her voice sang. “Welcome home! How did the Barnus Case go?” 

The rustling of what Nick assumed was her hugging him was heard.

“Well you know, it went as you’d expect.” His voice responded.

“Daddy!” 

The sound of footsteps running to him and then the impact of Shaun jumping into his arms was heard.

“Woah careful! Don’t want to break your old man anymore than he already is!” 

“Well we missed you!” She continued.

“Oh did you?” 

The sound of Nick and his wife sharing a quick kiss crackled over the tape.

“Dad! Did you find me that type of wire?” 

“Oh did I? Well Christmas must’ve come early because I got you this type of wire, this type of wire, and, these batteries.” 

“No way! Thank you!” 

Shaun could be heard running down the hall again. 

“How on earth did you find those? I assumed he made them up.” She chuckled. He heard the couch creak as they sat down. “I’ll be honest I have no idea. Stroke of luck I guess.”

She laughed, a melodic sound that haunted Nick’s dreams.

“I’m glad you’re home Nick. I love y-“ 

The holotape scratched silent. 

The quietness of the agency rang in his ears. 

He ran his hand over the stitches on his neck again. 

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” He whispered, as if her spirit could hear him. “Why can’t I just…” 

He sighed, dropping his head into his hands. 

He stood up, getting ready to put the lid back on and shove the box into the corner where he hoped it wouldn’t hurt him anymore. 

But before he did, he pulled out the photo of her laughing on his lap as she repaired him. 

His thumb rubbed over her figure, beautifully frozen in time. Her face forever captured in that expression of pure joy and love. 

He crumpled the picture in his hand, holding it tightly against his chest. “I can’t remember my own damn wife!”

He threw the photo in the box and shut it before shoving it back into the corner and going into the alley for a smoke.

[hatredmadeofgold]

I'm a terrible person with words, but here I go. (using a translator, my English is a little shit when it comes to writing and a little bit when it comes to pronunciation, ha!)

I would like to say with ALL my heart that I love your work and the writing in "Sing to Me", my heartbeat even accelerates when I remember the existence of this work of art and how wonderful the sensation was, the euphoric feeling of read each chapter and see all the care and dedication put into it. I have immense affection for Raiden, Sam (and Monsoon :)). Seeing how complex they are in the story brings me immense satisfaction, and I just wish all the positive recognition for you, it's impeccable.

(There's a lot I'd like to express, like my hyperfocus- but hey, I'm a terrible person at showing appreciation and affection, I hope you got the message anyway :))

hugs and kisses from a Brazilian! 🇧🇷❤

Oi, não se preocupa! Não sou falante nativo, mas entendi muito bem. Da próxima vez, você pode me escrever em pt-br (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Thank you so much!! I am really happy to know that you enjoy my work 💕 Honestly, every time someone tells me that they enjoy Sing to Me so much, I am getting really happy. This fic means a lot to me and gives me lots of strength and stability, although on the outside it might look that I am not doing much for it for the past year (I do, it's just background work that I can't show T_T massive spoilers and so on). But I mean, I kept saying that each time somebody came to my inbox about it for the last months.

And I am so glad to know that you're feeling like this for each chapter you've read so far! This fic in itself is really complex and long, I could give you a rough estimate of around ~100 Chapters for the main story (Those would be just arc 1-3, the series, however, has 6 arcs in total excluding the 2 AUs). Sooo... let me say, you've got a lot to look forward to, I suppose :3

Also I hope that you'll be curious about the revisions too. Chapter 5 and 6 will have a darker tone than their current version that is on AO3 at the moment, but also will be much better in quality. Chapter 6 will have major changes I think, especially the second halve of it. I am all giddy and excited myself whenever I think about all the plans I have for this story. The drama, the comedy, the (bitter-) sweetness, but also the chaos, the pain and the darker parts of this fic. I wish I could go on a ramble but it's so many spoilers lmao And I don't want to take that away from my readers. If anything, I might drop a few essays about Raiden and Sam that I've got on my to-do list at some point, that in some cases will directly tie to Sing to Me as well.

The series also goes in great detail about Sam's past and who he is as a person because I was a bit dissatisfied with how most fics for this pairing at least that I've read didn't come up with much for his past (but I still liked all of them regardless), hence I went a little bit insane about him. To the point that Sam is technically my OC now (according to my beta reader) lmao

Jsyk, this is my current graph view of my Obsidian vault for Sing to Me and all the dots that connect to him:

My vault is an absolute mess still tbh because the program is a bit overwhelming when you don't know where to start, so this is far from how complex this fic actually even is.

What I can tell you pretty much spoiler free is that the series is complex because timeline wise, it starts in the year of 2001 and ends (technically) in the year of 2026. I say technically because ARC3.5: The War in Heaven goes a bit crazy with science fiction elements and time is... let's say, "relative". The main fic spans from 2019 until 2023 btw.

The prequel (ARC0: I Come with Knives) is entirely about Sam's past, from his POV entirely, and a collaboration with @thatthereneverwas since he originally requested me to write it. Basically adding more Sam lore that we definitely need :3

Please don't hesitate to come to my inbox or DMs if you want to chat about Sing to Me, samuraiden or just Sam or Raiden with me! I don't bite :] Monsoon is also my favourite from the Winds of Destruction aside from Sam, so I get you! I've been thinking of maybe including him in the fic as well, but it's uncertain how so yet, and if it will just be a flashback of some sort 🤔 But I take notes as I go, we'll see :3

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[harrietbarnesblog]

You're losing me

Masterpost

Masterlist

Pairing: Seungmin x reader

Warning: cheating (suggestive), arguments, wounds, crying, my shitty ass writing

It's very common to have arguments in a relationship. But what if the relationship is nothing but arguments. Sometimes some funny shit would turn into a serious argument between you and Seungmin.

You loved him so much you never thought of leaving him even though you two argue way too much for a regular couple.

“I don't understand, y/n” he said furiously.

“I know you don't.”

“I thought everything was fine.”

“Leave me alone for a few minutes.”

He left the room. The room was bright with light. You once used to adore this room. It used to be yours and his favourite room. Now looking at it you feel tortured. You reach for the string of LED lights hanging on the wall. You rip it out and throw it and slide down the wall crying.

Last week you and Seungmin had another argument over a girl. He liked her post and claimed it was an accident. But he also texted her. How can that be an accident too? He said, “you are reading too much into things, y/n.” You apologised. “Will we be alright?” you asked him. “Yes, my love.” he kissed your forehead and held you in his arms.

Next you woke up with a blaring headache. Seungmin wasn't next to you where he usually was to be when you usually wake up. You heard someone laugh from outside your room. You went outside to see who it was. It was Seungmin on the call with someone. He wasn't talking much but he was being loud in a sense.

“Can you keep it quiet? I have a headache.” You told him. He just nodded.

“We can add that song in the next album because it doesn't suit this album's aesthetics.” He spoke into the phone. You assumed he was talking to Chan.

You sat on the sofa next to him massaging your temples. You felt like you wanted to cry. Seungmin was fiddling with an empty glass vase in his hands. It was usually filled with flowers that he would buy for you. But he had stopped buying you anything at all. He would come home late and leave early to the studio. His hands accidentally slipped and the vase shattered on the floor. A small piece pierced your leg. You hissed in pain and started to cry. Seungmin didn't notice you crying yet. Still on the phone. He said, “ one second, hyung. I'll be back.”

He picked up the bigger pieces of glasses with his hand and disappeared into the kitchen. He came back with a broom and a plastic cover. It was now he noticed you crying.

“Darling, what happened?” you glared at him with storms in your eyes. Your eyes were filled with anger and pain.

You said nothing. You stood and walked away from there into the bathroom. You picked the glass piece from your leg and washed it till the blood stopped. You took some ointment and applied it and put a bandaid on it. You took a painkiller tablet and went to sleep.

When you woke up he wasn't there. There was no note, nothing just emptiness.

That was a week but still you can't help but relive through that memory.

You were dying internally but he couldn't take a hint of that when you bite down your nail and be silent in his existence. The love between you two was dying. You were sick of it. But he wasn't ready to admit it.

At the table near you was a photo of you and him. You picked in your hands and smashed it against the wall. You picked it again and traced his face. You didn't know what to do.

“I'm sorry.” He said standing at the room's doorway.

“Sorry won't cut it out, Seungmin.”

“Give us one last chance. Please.”

“You're losing me, Seungmin. Can't you feel it” the air was thick with loss and indisposition.

“We dated for 10 years. We have known each other since birth. I can't lose you, y/n.”

“All you are saying is you don't wanna lose but I never hear from you how much you love. All my friends are engaged after months of dating. I dated you for 10 years and I got nothing out of it. You ignore me all the time. I'm right in front of you and I still feel invisible. we are far gone to bring back to life. It's like I'm fighting in your army in the frontline but you won't address me.”

“So you are saying all of this because I didn't put a ring on your finger.”

“God it's not that. It's about taking our relationship to the next level.”

“Exactly getting married.”

“Okay fine it is one of the causes. Did you think I won't be a good wife?”

He kept silent.

“I understand. I won't marry me either.” you conceded.

“It's not that I won't marry you. It's just that…. I..umm…”

“Seungmin do something. Say something. Risk something. I have nothing to lose unless you are choosing me.” You pleaded.

“I don't love you anymore y/n. That's the truth. But I want you in my life like the friend you once you used to be.”

“ I can't do that, I'm sorry. I'm leaving.” You said.

You picked a suitcase and packed all your clothes. He didn't try to stop you or anything. He just let you go.

[tanith-rhea]

Could I request Lucifer x champion reader?

Can be sfw or nsfw👀, little bit of hurt/comfort, missunderstandings, them being reunited and maybe love confessions?

Much like Lucifer R used to an angel, knowing Lucifer back then aswell, R being considered a Golden child but also a trouble maker because they craved freedom, R remained and mourned when Lucifer fell but was prevented from following after them by their parents, R becoming kinda like a replacement for Samael in heaven since they were both the best and favorites despite their trouble making nature. Eventually R rebels against heaven and chose to leave and revisit their “best friend” you can chose how it continues and ends.

Your Feelings True

Oookay so that was a bit of a rollercoaster. I loved your request and as soon as I read it I had two different plots in my mind. Since I liked both so much, I thought why not do both! So we have the same premise but with two endings: one Happy with a hint of corruption and one Angsty with cruel Lucifer and sad feels. I hope you enjoy it! Also, it is sfw, but I liked the happy ending very much and will probably do a small continuation for it especially because I want LUCIFER SMUT. Sorry, Gwen's Lucifer just does things to me...

Anyway... enjoy!

You remembered what had brought you there, in front of the Ruler of Hell. How could you forget? Their beautiful face could never fade from your memories, no matter how many millennia passed. Their laughter whenever you toyed with your siblings’ creations, how delighted they looked when the others discovered your shenanigans. You could never get rid of the feeling they blossomed in your celestial, immaterial and hypothetical heart. Angels were made of something else, not flesh and bones, certainly not organs, but your chest still hurt as if something inside it clenched every time you thought of your best friend; the one who got away.

“Anael?” their voice was still soft, but more calculative than when last you spoke, “I thought my demons had it wrong when they claimed seeing an angel fall to our doorstep.”

You had rebelled. The Silver City didn’t have anything for you anymore. Since you were forced to battle on opposing sides with the monarch in front of you, Heaven lost its appeal, it also lost its righteousness to you. How could it be right to fight the ones you loved? Forget ineffability, it simply made no sense.

“I came for you, Samael-”

Their laughter interrupted you. You could not fail to notice the stark difference from the ones you were used to hear when you were young, just two mischievous archangels fooling around in creation, crafting the most breathtaking stars and cosmical explosions to fill the universe with beauty.

“I haven’t been called that for a long time,” if you didn’t know them your entire existence, maybe you wouldn’t have noticed the sliver of disappointment behind their practised cordial façade, but you did.

“Would you prefer I called you Lightbringer? Morning Star?” you smiled tenderly at them “Lucifer?”

Nothing changed much on their face. It saddened you that the being you loved, once full of mirth, seemed now a sealed vault, keeping everything away from view. You could not look at them without sorrow.

“Lucifer, I came here for you. I rebelled against our creator like I should have done all these years ago, to be with you,” you reach for their hand, and they let you take it.

“I seem to remember you cowering and betraying me,” they caress your hand in theirs, smiling faintly to themselves, for which reason you could not tell “You knew I would be cast here, didn’t you?”

“I overheard God and Gabriel talking of your rebellion. God certainly knew I was aware of your fate but didn’t seek me to explain. I knew you would be cast to the farthest place from Heaven, but I didn’t know of the existence of Hell, I only thought we would be so far away that no light would ever kiss our skin again, and I could not let you do that to yourself.”

Their grasp on your hand loosened, and they brought both their hands to your face, caressing your cheeks free of the few tears staining them. They were so gentle, their face so compassionate that you were overcome by your feelings, covering their hands with yours and looking deep into their eyes.

“I love you, Lucifer. I could not live a second more away from your presence. The Silver City in all its glory pales in comparison to my feelings for you.”

At that moment, Lucifer closed the space between your faces, coming down to meet you in the middle. They kissed you feverously, ferociously, as if their life depended on it, and you responded with just as much. You felt their fingers holding your head strongly, if you were a different being you might have felt searing pain from the sheer force they held you with, the desperation in them almost too much, too overwhelming.

Suddenly you screamed, parting from them in a panicked thrashing. Your wings were burning.

Happy Ending

Immediately, Lucifer held up their hands, deep sorrow and resentment twisting their face. They stepped close to you while you screamed and thrashed like a wounded animal, eyes wide with no understanding of what was happening and why your feathers had simply combusted.

“Shh, calm down, my love,” they walked carefully in your direction “It will end soon, I’m afraid I can’t make it stop but let me help you with the pain.”

The fire was slowly subsiding, in their place blackened leathery wings like a bat’s were becoming visible. The smell of burnt flesh was not uncommon in Hell, but somehow you could tell the smell of your own body from the others.

You fell to the ground, all strength was gone from you, and Lucifer encircled you with their wings, pulling you to their lap in a protective bubble. Their touch was oddly calming and you felt yourself give in to their soft words.

“I must admit I thought you would have burned in your fall. Perhaps Heaven is a bit more vindictive than we give it credit for.”

You could not believe they would do this to you. You saw it happening to Lucifer, but somehow you thought it would be different now, you thought your wings would remain dove-white and gentle. It appeared you were wrong.

“Come, I’ll take care of you,” they lifted you in their arms, taking you to what you could assume was their chambers “I will make you the strongest ruler to ever exist. No real shall be unaware of your power, fierceness, and wisdom. You will rule by my side, and we will bring those bastards to dust.”

As they whispered in your years, you felt a slow smile twisting your lips. Maybe it was the fall, maybe you resented The Presence since the first rebellion, but the thought of burning it all to the ground sent you into a satisfied sleep, in your dreams, you saw Hell the only remaining realm in the universe.

Angsty Ending

“Do you think I believe for a second that you chose to come to me? To abdicate the cold comfort of the Silver City for your supposed ‘affection’ for me?” their voice was cold and cruel, their smile just as kind and comforting as before. You could not understand how such bitterness could be hidden by so perfect of a mask.

When your guard were down, Lucifer manipulated the flames in the throne room to burn you, making your wings as black as theirs.

“Bitterness has consumed everything good in you, Samael, you’re a shadow of who you were, you’re not free, you are a slave to your resentment!” you shouted, infuriated. The rage building in your body enough to power a hundred smites. However, you had just fallen, your wings were just burned, and even with the power for a very decent battle against Lucifer, you lacked the strength to wield it.

“Mazikeen, please escort our guest to their cell. Make sure it’s the right one, where they’ll be able to contemplate what a foolish choice it was to betray me,” they said, gesturing with their hand to summon the archdemon.

You didn’t have a way of escape, Lucifer would make sure you were securely held in their claws, so you simply accompanied the creature to your new abode, a windowless cell of hot obsidian. It was just your luck you discovered that now you could burn.

After hours of introspection, sitting in your hellishly warm and uncomfortable cell, you realize why Samael were entitled “Prince of Lies”. Because in the throne room, when you looked into their eyes, you could swear on your life and the life of all living beings that they loved you just as much as you did them. It appeared you were wrong.

[justavulcan]

Backgrounds With Class: Golgari Agent

I'll be honest: Ravnica has always fascinated me. I was a high schooler when the first set came out, and I was immediately consumed creating characters for the setting. Now that we've actually received my long-awaited crossover, I thought it would be nice to write a love letter to the setting in the form of another Backgrounds with Class series. After all: some guilds have natural class choices tied in, from a conceptual standpoint. Boros and Fighter, Izzet and Wizard, Selesnya and Druid. But guilds aren’t class-restricted, and so I wonder what it would look like if you paired every class with every guild background, even the ones that seem at odds, like Izzet and Barbarian, or Gruul and Artificer.  So I thought about it, and this is what I came up with.  Some character concepts for each class, and each Guildmaster's Guide to Ravnica background for each class.

Golgari Agent

The Golgari Agent Artificer is one of the kraul, a wingless merchant who recently took over the family business.  Poling a narrow raft through the undercity’s sewer network isn’t glamorous work, but it does afford her a fine selection of various fungi and other ingredients for her elixirs and salves.  If push comes to shove, her alchemical expertise is for more than just brewing potions; many an undercity predator has tasted her home-made deathspore bombs and opted for easier prey elsewhere.

The Golgari Agent Barbarian has been a member of his neighborhood’s hunting party since he became of age.  Eschewing moodmark paint in favor of a hunter’s mottled camouflage pigments, he knows how to track and run down prey with the pack coordination of a wolf.  This talent’s not hyperbole, either; his last encounter with one of the Selesnya’s ledev guardians supplied him with a fine wolf-pelt cowl he wears proudly over his hunter’s paint.  Sometimes he even thinks the spirit of the wolf takes over on the hunt; it would account for the times he’s come to after a kill with blood on his face.

The Golgari Agent Bard knows better than most how things of import can turn up anywhere.  A findbroker by trade, her ability to discover the history behind any gewgaw or trinket she scrounges up has more than doubled her profit on occasion.  Gifted with a turn of phrase and the eerie, low-pitch ocarina she cares for like a child, her ambitions don’t stop at finding lost art- she yearns to be the first to rediscover some buried vault or basement thought long lost.

The Golgari Agent Cleric, in accordance with the Swarm’s care for the cycle of life and death, has been responsible for dozens of acts of euthanasia in her life.  It doesn’t take an expert to recognize when a hunter’s been taken by zombie fungus, or when a red reaver bloom’s explosive dispersal drives a whole apartment block mad with aggression.  It just takes care and respect for the final solace of death to ease people’s suffering.  That her focus also comes in handy fending off territorial disputes is icing.

The Golgari Agent Druid is, technically, a drudge, one of the zombified dead that the Swarm relies on for muscle, both on the farm and the battlefield.  However, unknown processes allowed the fungal parasite to seize full control of the host, and arrive at a consciousness of their own.  Now, they’re busy determining the meaning of their new existence.  While they work it out, they shamble about the Undercity, working odd jobs tending livestock and helping farmers with their natural understanding of other fungi.

The Golgari Agent Fighter is militant, a troll-blooded human with the strength of arm and heart to testify to his lineage.  While for the moment just one of the many toughs that lurk around the Undercity looking for easy prey, his true goal is far less provincial: to climb the Swarm’s political ladder and become one of Jarad’s closest advisors or even his bodyguard.  To this end, he’s quick to speak out in aggression against surface- dwellers intruding on his domain, or take the initiative and lead a raiding party himself.

The Golgari Agent Monk was always gifted with swiftness of arm and wit; as a nymph he scrapped with his siblings more days than not, and has since taken to far more dangerous partners to improve her skills.  He mostly works as a guide for the rare surface-dweller to travel below the sunlit streets, and even distills his own moonshine from fermenting fruit and the ample yeast colonies on his travels.  He’s become quite the alcoholic aficionado, and claims he fights even better when he’s had a few drinks.

The Golgari Agent Paladin was, like many of his Ordruun kin, originally slated to join the Boros Legion as a cadet when he came of age.  He did, but when a raid went bad and he was left for dead in the Undercity by a sergeant he knew to be corrupt, he swore he wouldn’t leave the darkened streets and buried closes of Ravnica until the man lay dead before him.  A childhood roaming the near-surface reaches and a minotaur’s innate sense of direction have served him well, and his new guild feeds the cold core of his desire for vengeance happily so long as it’s pointed at their mutual enemies.

The Golgari Agent Ranger always liked bugs.  Wasn’t much of a choice, really, living in one of the many tenement buildings sunk below the sunlit streets of upper Ravnica- you learned to deal with the scurrying things of the world young.  Cultivating a unique magical bond with them was the work of many long nights, but the result has been beyond reproach- his many tiny friends are stronger than they look, and complement his hunting well as they ensure that his prey can never truly escape.

The Golgari Agent Rogue has aspired to become one of the Ochran ever since one killed his abusive parents in front of him.  Starry-eyed about becoming one of the Swarm’s most famous killers, he moved to the Undercity the next week, escaping the home of his blood family to find new kin.  He had a rough time of it, begging and sweeping out chimneys, but he picked up the poisons quickly, and has always been slight enough to slip down sewer pipes and chimneys to find the target.

The Golgari Agent Sorcerer was a washout before he was anything of real use- literally.  Originally an experimental attempt at forming a drake-human krasis for the Guardian Project, he was mistaken by a careless lab assistant for a failure and flushed out of his transformation tank before his scales, wing flaps, and poison glands fully developed.  Recovered by a rot farmer accustomed to handling the runoff from the Simic lab in question, he’s grown to appreciate his new environment- and has already misdirected or slain the first attempts of the lab’s owner to track him down for retrieval.

The Golgari Agent Warlock always made a point of delving deeper and into tighter environs than his contemporaries.  Never a good fit with hunter or shaman, he explored the depths of the Undercity all on his own before stumbling one day into an as-yet undiscovered chamber.  The figure sitting on the throne there was enormous in size and patched together from all different creatures, but when it stirred to see the boy before it, all it did was offer him a set of knucklebones on string.  Taking them was the beginning of something, and now the man treasures the talisman that forms the link to his patron.

The Golgari Agent Wizard has been a rot farmer for decades.  It’s only now, lately, that he’s set out to travel and study magic in the hopes of winning his farm back.  It was taken from him by a devkarin lich, an objective lesson in might making right within the Swarm, and he hopes to master enough of the necromancer’s art to bend the new owner’s undead farmhands to his will.  He’s quickly finding that things are very big outside his secluded cavern home, and even that he likes it- perhaps enough to keep him from going back.

[connectionterminated13]

What was Jeremy’s and Mikes first interaction like in the fallout AU ? Did Jeremy know what ghouls were or was he in for a bit of a shock lol

I've been waiting to talk about this!! I hope you don't mind if I write out their whole interaction :)

Jeremy wakes up pulling out his gun to see some kind of man rooting through his bag, He can't see the Man in the dim light of the dying fire but the man is thin and sickly looking.

Jeremy: Stealing isn't nice you know?

Michael immediately stops trying to rob Jeremy and puts his hands up, He's very used to people try to shoot at him after all so he knows what to do in this situation.

Jeremy: Now let's start with names I'm Jeremy! And you are?

Michael: Michael, I'm not Ferrell don't shoot! I was just hungry I'm a night guard and I thought you were dead and I'm sorry!

Jeremy: Oh well if you were hungry you could have just asked! Don't you surface people know sharing and is Caring?

Michael is confused. There's something very wrong about this man. He doesn't talk like Any person Michael has known in the past 200 years...

Jeremy: Speaking of I'm from a vault! vau-

Michael's eyes widen, Instinctively he steps forward slightly meaning he is now in the light of the fire

Michael: You're from a vault! I didn't know you guys were still-

Jeremy screams stepping back the gun shaking in his hand, He looks Michael up-and-down noticing his Rotting purple skin, expose teeth/mouth And the stink of rot emanating from him

Jeremy: AcH!!

Michael: It's OK! I'm not a monster! I just I'd just would people look like up here now so you don't need to shoot me!! please don't shoot me..

Michael tries to put his hands up further as a show of surrender, He tries to smile but knows it probably comes off more threatening

Jeremy: My-y mom warned me about people like you! Are we taking what does it belong to you consuming people were fun!

Jeremy is shaking in terror, Mike praise to any God that might exist that this scared dweller doesn't shoot him in the face

Jeremy: You are bloody communist!!

Michael: Yes! I'm a ghoul but I'm not- what

Michael is incredibly confused

Jeremy: My mom told me bedtime stores about how you people destroyed the world! I should have known when you talked in your weird funny voice!

Michael realizes that the vault Jeremy must have came from is incredibly sheltered/very very stupid

Michael: Hey I'm not a communist I'm open red-blooded American just like you! And that is just vocal cord decay and an accent..

Jeremy Is clearly still frightened but pulled himself together

Jeremy: Well if you're not then you're gonna tell me where Mother flipping Yellow rabbit guy went With my little brother..

Michael's eyes light up slightly

Michael: I don't know where he is but I know we're looking for the same guy! And I could help you! I know the wasteland I'm a friend-I promise!

Jeremy considers this for a moment

Jeremy: I'm sorry

Jeremy lowers his gun, Michael is very confused by this, this is a confusing evening for him

Jeremy: No Communist would ever try to help me.. Plus it was mean for me to scream at you it's not your fault you're a Strange mutant.

Michael lets out a confused laugh

Michael: Thank you I guess?

Michael has never had anyone who he's tried to rob be this kind to him hell Michael hasn't experienced this level of kindness since pre-war times

Jeremy: No if you say sorry for stealing, I'll give you some of the Sam which my mom packed and We can become real friends

Michael: Extremely sorry for stealing!

Jeremy smiled walking over to Michael and holding out his hand for a handshake

Jeremy: Jeremy Fitzgerald at your service! I'm sorry I'm first meeting with Mike that I look forward to being friends and campaigns in our shared goal to defeat the dastardly rabbit that stole my younger brother!

Michael stared down at the hand before hesitantly shaking it

There you go love it first sight for real❤ Sorry for this being so long and writing a whole chat I'm just goofy like that :3

[gremoria411]

Fuck it, it’s been out for….. however many days now, let’s talk about the Gundam Murmur.

Gonna be discussing the design and sorta just general implications of its existence (like I did a little with the Haagenti and Rustal).

Design-wise, gorgeous. I love how unique it looks compared to units that came before it, while still retaining enough Gundam-like features to not look too out of place. It is, I suppose, the limit of the Gundam’s human-centric design (watch something else come out that just blows this out of the water), especially since it’s primary weapons (the Surgical Feathers) are controlled via remote (through Alaya-Vijinana). It makes sense as a weapon system, since it seems to be designed to overwhelm a Mobile Armour from range. The form and flowing armour I find quite pleasing - I’d like to assume the engraving was added postwar (particularly since the Fareed’s are part of the Seven Stars), but I’ve absolutely nothing to back that up with. I did think that given the nature of its weapons systems, it’s possible that it relied on a lot of other units (like Hugo’s or Rodi’s) to tie up enemy mobile armours until it could strike the killing blow, so perhaps they’re there to inspire its vassals? Then again, the surgical stylings of its equipment seem to be pointing in a different direction.

I’ve seen a lot of comparisons going around with the Qubeley, because of the flowing nature of its armour, but I honestly associate it more with the Gundam Harute (Final Battle ver.), likely due to the skirt, back weapons and orange colouration. I do have a fondness for the head - it feels quite removed from the typical design, thanks to its large shape, but it retains the key features (twin-eye, “horns”, faceplate). It could even be said that the both have a significant compliment of ranged weaponry, since the Harute has Scissor Fangs. I do like how it’s upper half seems rather lightly armoured, since it makes it seem mobile and able to fight with its surgical knives - too much armour would make it’s mobility less believable, so it’s a nice touch. I generally like skirts on mobile suits (a good example off the top of my head would be the Xamel), so Murmur going the whole hog with a dress and a bunch of knives is just wonderful.

Alrighty, so I mentioned way, waaaaay back when talking about the Haagenti that it’d be interesting to see what the other Seven Stars Gundams are that remain in Vingolf along with Bael (barring Kimaris, obviously)

(Which is a thought. Wonder how Kimaris’ loss was covered up. It’s all very well saying Gaelio died at Edmonton, but surely you’d at least recover the Gundam frame. Supposedly the official records were doctored to say that the Kimaris had been returned, but I feel like someone should’ve at least checked if it’d been returned.) (Hm. Though now I am imagining Rustal just swapping the armour onto Haagenti and then smuggling it into the Baudin’s vault, which is fun).

Anyway, we now have the Fareed and Kujan Family Gundam’s leaving only the Baklazan and Issue families to go (I’ve been seeing some theories floating around regarding the Issue family Gundam, so it’ll be interesting to see how accurate they are). So, to recap, there’s 8 Gundam frames in Vingolf (unless House Baklazan’s missing theirs or something) of the 26 confirmed to still be in existence at the start of Iron Blooded Orphans in P.D. 323 (though we don’t know who’s doing the confirming, so that number’s fairly loose).

So, what does this mean regarding our erstwhile Agnika Kaieru Impersonator over here?

Mcgillis Fareed stood to, and by the second season did, inherit the Gundam Murmur as part of his position in the Seven Stars. It’s not difficult to fathom why it wasn’t used in his coup - Mcgillis wishes to inherit the power of Agnika Kaieru - Bael, the symbol of Gjallarhorn. If anything, I’d wager he actively wants to reject his connection to the Fareeds not only because of his relationship with Iznario, but also because it would tie his coup to the Seven Stars. It would cheapen it to (in his mind) an internal power struggle within the echelons of Gjallarhorn, rather than the glorious revolution he wants it to be, spurred by the inheritor of Agnika Kaieru’s legacy.

Ironically, Murmur’s rejected because it’s a thing of the past - The Fareed family is shortly to cease being an active part of Gjallarhorn as Mcgillis rejects it, Iznario no longer holds any power with which to access it and it’s not a part of the world that Mcgillis wants to create. It’s part of a bygone age - a symbol of the Seven Stars system that Mcgillis aims to remove.

How very poetic.

[paganwitchisis]

Chapter 5 "What Love Can Change" (WLCC)

Chapter Five:  Married at Last

Rated: E for Explicit!!

Pairing: AFAB Female Tav/Spawn Astarion

Words: 7,699

TRIGGER WARNING -Breeding kink, violence, descriptions of trauma, sexual assault, torture, suicide attempt and mention/idealization, self harm, starvation, depression, pregnancy, hyper-sexuality, and rape.

Last Chapter - here

This is chapter 5

Chapter 6 is here!

AO3 link is here!

“I should be the one with cold feet, dear.” Astarion joked since being a vampire afforded him the literal cold feet in this situation.

 “I’m excited to marry you, if that is what you’re asking.” Tav murmured, her breath tickling the tiny hairs on the side of his neck as her head lay on his shoulder into the side of the neck.

“I do have something I need to ask you, my love. I think I may have found a way to make you immortal. No, you wouldn’t be a mummify, lich, vampire, clone, or any other undead creature.” Astarion added the end to reassure her as he was fearful of her rejecting the proposal he considered.

“Sounds too good to be true. What’s the catch?” Tav asked skeptically.

Astarion let out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding in.

“You obviously know Mystra, Gale’s lover.”

Tav chuckled. “I’m not sure I’d say that’s her highest achievement to describe her as nor still relevant.”  

“Alright, how about this, the Goddess of magic who above all else has mastery over it. Who wants something we can give her and only us. We hold bargaining power. She has the ability to give us a wish if we ask for it in exchange. You wouldn’t be ruled by eternal hunger like I am. You could still be you, but never die.“ Astarion felt like his mouth kept over explaining, trying desperately to convince her to go with the plan. In reality, he wanted her to become immortal not for her, but for his own selfishness. He couldn’t live without her.

“What could she want…wait…the Crown?” Tav came to the conclusion without Astarion needing to mention it. Astarion remained quiet as Tav continued to speak.

“Wouldn’t that betray Gale? Furthermore, wouldn’t that be a bad idea? That crown has caused nothing but problems and should be destroyed!” Tav picked her head up from his neck and turned to face him as she spoke.

Astarion tried to sound and look as neutral as possible when he spoke next.

“In regards to Gale, we wouldn’t tell him. I’d find a way to swipe it somehow during the final battle. He wouldn’t know. Also, before all this happened, remember the crown existed for quite some time in a devil’s vault. This crown is pure magic, she would know more than anyone how to deal with it.” Astarion tried to rationalize.

Tav stayed quiet for a moment and laid her head back down on his shoulder.

“I’ll think about it. This is too big a decision to make right away. I mean…I do want to be with you, but do I want to out live our friends and family? Do I want to give the Crown out instead of getting rid of it somehow? I don’t know. I need time.”  Tav mentioned .

Astarion held her snugly before giving a reply. “Take what time you need.”

Astarion wouldn’t tell her that his reasoning was selfish or that he couldn’t live without her. For once, he didn’t want to manipulate her. In the past? Sure, it provided security, but Astarion cared and respected Tav too much to do that to her. He was in an openly honest relationship with her, and although he wasn’t being fully honest, he didn’t want her to make a decision based on his needs.

The couple got dried off and dressed before deciding to retire to the shared room with their friends for the night, much to their friend’s surprise. It was still early enough that their friends hadnt turned in for the night.

“I see the young lovers found time to come see us tonight.” Halsin commented, a smirk on his face and a wink resting in his eye.

“What does that mean?” Tav asked, Astarion already agitated with the man from earlier when he gave him a detestable pet name.

“I mean, I think the whole Tavern could hear you both tonight. Nothing wrong with love, of course. I just thought you two would be…buried in each other all night.” Halsin laughed without abandon.

Astarion wasn’t a fan of the word choice or innuendo, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. The tavern also never mentioned to them anything about noise violations, so Astarion figured Halsin was just jesting at their expense.

“It was tempting, but we have a whole honeymoon for that! Gotta save some surprises.” Tav answered and smirked at the man.

Astarion glanced around the room to find Gale out cold on his bed, which made sense, since he was the most drunk out of his party. Wyll was chatting with Lae’zel, who Astarion noticed was glaring at them constantly with irritation. Karlach was talking to Tav and Shadowheart excitedly. Jaheira was plucking Boo out of the food while Minsc gave excuses. Astarion gave a half smile. These crazy weirdos were surprisingly his friends, and in a way, his new family. Maybe Tav was influencing him more than he thought…

That night the group played some games among themselves and had a fun time. Even Gale woke up and participated some. It was the calm before the storm, and the group knew it, because as soon as the festivities surrounding the wedding died down, it was time to wrap things up and finish their adventure they set off on so long ago.

That night, although they were back with their friends, Astarion went to lay in his bunk when a hand clasped his forearm and pulled him away. He knew those hands anywhere and knew Tav had something else in mind for him for sleeping arrangements.

Astarion almost tumbled backwards losing his balance when she directed him. Astarion turned to see her moving, her hand around his limb but most importantly he was facing the right direction and could walk appropriately without risk of fumbling over his two feet. Astarion was going to speak and opened his mouth only for Tav to turn her head and put her finger to her lips in a bid to ask him to be silent. Astarion was amused and listened to her direction. She brought him to the four beds on the side where Isobel and Dame Aylin used to come before they left to help others, promising to return for the final battle. There, she let go of his arm and slided into the bed, patting the outside of the bed in a bid to ask him to sleep with her in the small bunk. Astarion did as he was asked and held her close under the sheets that covered them both, a little over dressed than he would like for the intimacy he craved. He didn’t crave sex, at least not that moment. His body was sated from the intense session just hours ago. He wanted to be as close as he possibly could with her, his fears about the upcoming battle and his concern about his brethren finding them nestled in the back of his head. For now and considering their company, clothes were acceptable, of course. He couldn’t fight off intruders or assassins in the nude comfortably. Astarion thought of how funny a sight that would be. Astarion tucked her head under his chin and could feel her breath even out as she fell into a deep slumber. Astarion also knew that although it was possible it could be a preference that they sleep together, she most likely wished he’d sleep with her to stave away the nightmares. Since the nightmares were confessed, Astarion had spent every night possible sharing a bed with her. The times he did not, she suffered, which led to guilt for the vampire. He thought it was comical to a degree that he was the being that held off the monsters in her world, when to most people, he was the monster.

Astarion wasn’t sure when but he fell into a peaceful light trance, listening for any movement in the dark and predators who would dare to hurt them. His sleeping habits were defined by years of torture and training. Thankfully, nothing happened that night that drew his attention, however once Astarion awoke there was a neatly tied parcel sitting on the floor near the front door. Astarion took a moment to slip out of bed and let Tav continue to sleep as he investigated. It was still too early for anyone to be up. Astarion spied the curious item and noted the handwriting. It seemed strangely familiar.

Astarion read the note attached which only said that it was for both himself and Tav and congratulations on the wedding. Astarion was confused how the package even ended up in the room without startling him in the first place? Maybe he was too comfortable sleeping with Tav that he was losing his touch. Astarion opened the package slowly and pulled the string to undo the wrapping, worried it would trigger a trap. It finally revealed a book. Astarion was curious but as he went to lay a finger on the book, Astarion heard rummaging from the bed he left only minutes ago. He turned to look and saw a groggy Tav looking back at him. Astarion realized that he should have known that his absence would have been noticed. Astarion picked the book up and made his way back to Tav . Astarion sat down and explained in a hush the mysterious package and the note addressed to them both.

Tav sat up and watched as Astarion opened the book. When he paused, she looked up to see he looked like a ghost. Somehow the pale elf had grown paler and had stopped all movement. Tav waved her hand in front of his face to a bid to bring him back to the Sword Coast, but it seemed for naught. Tav poked and messed with him a bit but it seemed that Astarion was suck in his own world. Tav was concerned at this point. Worried, Tav did the one thing that would get his attention. She got up and as quiet as possible made her way to the side where she kept a spare dagger in her bag. She came back to the bed and saw Astarion tentatively turn the page to read the back but she couldn’t figure out what he was looking at. Was it a spell that was cast on him? Tav took the blade and was going to slash the palm of her hand but thought better of it. She heard of people ruining the muscle doing so and never picking up a sword again. Instead, she drew the blade against her skin for a shallow cut on her left forearm. Thankfully, the blade was sharp so it didn’t really hurt, at least not compared to when Astarion feeds off her. The cut was shallow but bled excessively.

It took seconds for the vampire to snap out of whatever trance he was in and look at her and then down at her bleeding arm. He scowled first before giving in and taking the arm she held up to his lips. Astarion drank of her but shortly after pulled back and cleaned the wound. He gave her a minor health potion he stocked up on since the incident almost two months back to help seal the wound from his pack he had stashed on the side of the bed. Astarion turned to chastise her for doing something so stupid as luring and teasing a vampire with such a delectable offering, but Tav kissed him before he could utter a word. Dumbfounded, Astarion held his tongue a moment while Tav spoke.

“I was worried. You were so absorbed in whatever that book was that I wasn’t sure what was going on. I was scared, to be honest.” Tav honestly mentioned.

Astarion looked towards the book he had on the bed that was temporarily discarded in favor of blood a moment ago and then towards Tav. He reached for the book and held it out to Tav to see for herself. Tav opened the closed book and read the text that was written on the loose piece of paper. It mentioned congratulations and that although they couldn’t be there for his wedding day, Astarion was still their ‘brother’. Tav could tell this gift came from one of Astarion’s vampiric siblings, but why? Tav continued to read the note. It mentioned that they ‘knew’, but it didn’t say what they knew and that they had just the thing to help him.

Honestly, the letter made no sense to Tav and it raised more questions than answers. It was then that she noticed that the book was actually two books. One was rather small, so it kind of stuck to the back of the other.

Astarion was perplexed how any of his vampire brethren could sneak into his room without his notice or awaking. It concerned him greatly and that was what occupied his thoughts and made him zone out. He was really losing his touch and he couldn’t afford to let that happen! On the bright side, it seems he was right that his brethren were no threat to them or else they could have easily done something to them in the middle of the night while they were incapacitated. Astarion wasn’t sure how long that would last or how long that status quo would be in his favor.  

They both looked as Tav examined the books before them. One was a baby book for expecting parents and the other was a book of firsts. A book where you would record everything the baby does from their birth on so you would have memories and they could look back on. Astarion’s breath caught in his chest. They knew. They fucking knew! He knew it would be a matter of time, but there was no reason they should know right now. To a vampire, the change had started to become apparent in her blood because of her hormones. You could tell by smell or taste which is why it became such a struggle for Astarion to deny himself her sweet, sweet blood. What perplexed him was how they could find out. She wasn’t wounded near them, and the change was recent. So recent, in fact, that it only happened days ago. Astarion was feeling very uncomfortable with their living situation but there was no other place to go. Not till they dealt with the final battle. He wasn’t going to force her to rough it camping outside again when they would still have to remain in the city, anyways. The other places to lodge weren’t as nice, and were full because of the refuge crisis. Astarion was getting a headache. He knew that after everything was said and done, he was getting as far away from this cursed city as soon as possible. He died here, Cazador was here albeit dead, his house which stood as a living testament of the vampire overlooked the city, his brethren knew where to find him and so much more. Was it easy to feed in the city? Of course, but it would be just as easy in any other city. Assuming Tav was okay with this idea. He would have to broach the subject a little later after they figure out the current problem before them.

Tav was confused as well, and Astarion was quick to fill in the gaps with the blood and the scent/taste. It explained a few things to Tav and gave her some ideas for the weekend, but other than that, Tav was also confused how they knew about the baby. Tav told Astarion not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but he had concerns. In the end, Astarion and his bride tucked back into bed to whisper about it without waking the others, the books placed next to his backpack on the edge of the bed.

They spoke in hushed tones about possible scenarios and possibilities on how the vampire spawn figured out her condition and his involvement in her pregnancy. How did they know he agreed to be the father? They spoke about contingency plans in case they came after her or the child. Astarion knew full well that because of their adventure he was a lot stronger than before, and was not afraid for his own life. He also knew Tav could defend herself easily, in fact, she was stronger than he was in certain regards, but her condition did have some drawbacks. As the time neared towards birth, she would not be able to defend herself like normal, her inflated belly would get in the way and the cargo within could easily be forfeit if she was hurt too much. Astarion knew that after the events at Baldur’s Gate were satisfied one way or another, assuming they lived from the harrowing quest, that he would have to be her protector for a brief snippet of time. He found this oddly humorous, as Tav had promised after Cazador to be his protector. Astarion, at the time, mentioned not wanting to rely on her, but he appreciated the gesture all the same.

Astarion held on to her snugly, smelling the sweet smell of lavender in her hair from her earlier bath. Astarion noticed the others starting to wake and figured that, with the new information, they needed some changes to the wedding plans. Astarion kissed Tav’s forehead and murmured in her ear.

“If I ask and he agrees, how would you feel about having Wyll as security for our wedding? Just in case, of course”

Tav looked up at him and although she wished it didn’t come to this, she knew they may need someone to ensure everything went according to plan. She also knew their friends would be more than willing to help.

Once everyone was awake and alert, the others were apprised of the situation and Wyll enthusiastically agreed to be security for their wedding that afternoon. It made Tav feel guilty, but Wyll reminded her that he wanted to do this and that it was her special day. Tav tried to remain optimistic. In a few hours she would be Mrs. Ancunin, and she will have great time with her friends before retiring for the night with her new husband. A man who will fulfill her every need and desire with the chiseled body of a god. She smiled to herself. How was she this lucky? Sure, he had baggage and a shit ton of trauma, but then again, after everything they’ve been through, there was no way they would come out of this unscathed, and with his history, he had every right.  What mattered is that they loved each other and that was something that she didn’t doubt. Not after everything they had been through.

Astarion jarred her back to reality when he ushered her back to their private room none too gently but not enough to hurt either.

“What’s wrong?” Tav asked as Astarion looked worried,

“I need to leave for a bit. I need to eat, but I’m worried about…  I mean…”

Tav knew what he meant. He was worried about the other vampires.

“Are you worried about yourself? I mean you are a lot stronger than they ever…”

“No!” Astarion interrupted. “I’m concerned about you and the baby. If anything happened to you…” Astarion drew his forefinger to her cheek, gently running it across her cheek bone before leaning in to touch her lips with his at the briefest of moments in a chaste kiss before pulling back. It was if he reminded himself and threw on his usual facade, the mask he wore with others.

“You know I can die in childbirth right? You don’t have to be afraid. We have friends and can defend ourselves!” Tav rebutted. Astarion still was not satisfied because of her first statement. She could die in childbirth. It was a harsh truth that he was told back when she was initially examined but he didn’t want to believe it. He still didn’t. She was too strong, too precious to die in such a way. Astarion shook his head. This was something he would figure out if it happened. He refused to acknowledge that this was a possibility for her. He loved her too damn much, and today he was going to bond with her for life. No one was going to stop that. Astarion snarled at that thought, making Tav a little concerned.

Tav brought her hands up to his face and turned his face to look at her.

“Hey, Astarion?”

Astarion took a moment but left his own thoughts. He returned to her and without warning and without pause he scooped the woman up in his arms, his arms holding her up by her luscious ass. He sat down on the bed and claimed her lips. Tav had no problem reciprocating, but was more than a little confused. She suspected he was emotionally in turmoil and was acting out in a manner he knew best. It was like autopilot for him, a dance he was a master at. A distraction for him from whatever hurts him. Tav suspected he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. Tav could tell something was distressing the vampire. Tav pulled back and slid off of him, the absence bringing Astarion back to the real world fairly easily.

“Wh…what?” Astarion questioned.

“Talk to me. What’s wrong?” Tav pleaded.

Astarion frowned “I…I’m afraid of the day I will lose you. Which is completely unrealistic considering we are facing death each and every day on this adventure. It’s stupid, to be frank. I need to trust you. Believe in you like you believed in me. I don’t mean to worry you, my dear.”

Tav gave a sad frown. “It’s understandable to worry. Hells, we literally crossed a devil, fought a dead dragon, and defeated two of the three chosen…and that was in the recent past! Most adventures don’t put you in such situations.” Tav sat down on his lap again, looped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “You’ll never truly lose me though. Even if something happens…which I doubt.”

Astarion gave a small smile and kissed her back. There was a knock at the door and Tav got off of her soon to be husband apprehensively. Behind the door was Minsc, which surprised the couple!

“I was told to inform you two love birds that we need to get ready for your ceremony!”

Tav smiled and turned back to Astarion “I’ll see you later!” and turned to leave. Astarion stood up and grabbed her wrist before she left and yanked her back. Stumbling backwards, Tav landed against his chest. Astarion grasped her and helped stabilize her before turning her to look at her and hugging her tightly.

“Be safe.” Astarion whispered to her ear and released her.

Tav smiled to herself and muttered back for his ears only “I will.”

With that, Tav had left and Astarion closed the door on Minsc who wanted to help him. Astarion felt that if he needed help talking to a hamster, he would talk to him, but getting dressed? That was simple enough. First thing was first, he needed something to eat. Astarion knew it would take some time for her to get ready and he knew what time the wedding was to start so he snuck out of the tavern and went back to Rivington. There, he was able to find a few animals, a boar, and some squirrels. This was enough to satisfy him for now. Astarion snuck back in and quickly washed himself down to remove the blood and dirt from his skin. Astarion went to his dresser and even if the secret in the wardrobe was tempting to peek at, he didn’t. He figured he would let her keep her secrets and see what this weekend would bring.

Astarion looked at what Tav had bought him for his formal wear, grateful that she thought about his needs and bought him his outfit and considered his tastes. Astarion looked at the elegant red and black smooth attire before him and approved of the choice.It was a simple top but it was his tastes. It didn’t have unnecessary frills but it had a nice pattern in red against the dark background. The tunic had laces in the front that served only for decoration, it didn’t have any functional form. Astarion put the tunic on and the nice black slacks in the drawer that Tav had left him. There was a nice pair of shoes to accompany the outfit. His fiance really thought of everything! Astarion smirked. He was really lucky to have found her. Astarion put the full outfit on and wished he could look at himself in a mirror. He was sure he looked amazing as his fiance had great taste.

Astarion left the room and looked around and found Wyll. Wyll and the other men looked well dressed (though not as well dressed as himself) and they made their way to the venue, knowing that the women would come by a little later. He was aware of the superstition of seeing his bride before the wedding in the wedding dress and chuckled at it. He found it silly.

Astarion waited near the dragonborn officiating the ceremony and took in the view a short time later. The sun was high in the sky and he saw the open area with lush green grass and a variety of flowers. He made comments of displeasure in this particular place previously, but he had to admit the charm it could possess to some. What Astarion approved of the most was the fact that he was under the baking sun and feeling the rays of warmth heat up his cold skin.

Before he knew it, music was playing and he turned his attention to the entrance of the garden. Before him was a vision of a goddess. She wore a flowing black and red gown to compliment his own attire that seemed to glide as she walked down the aisle. The dress had a lower cut as the top of her breasts were visible and had slight lace and intricate string bondings. The lace and string enhanced her chest and collarbone which drew the vampire’s attention and made him inadvertently salivate at the thought of having her throat under his fangs. Her sweet and addictive blood was divine. Astarion watched as she made her way beside him and he looked on to see their traveling companions all watching them with care. Karlach looked exceptionally proud while Lae’zel looked bored, yet they all watched them and their union.

Astarion watched as Tav winked at him as the dragonborn began to the proceedings and started to speak about their commitments until death. It kept reminding Astarion about how fleeting mortality could be for Tav. Although he was slightly dejected, he wouldn’t show it. He wouldn’t allow it to get in the way during their ceremony and precious day. Jorath, the dragonborn officiating the union then motioned for them to speak their vows to each other. Internally Astarion cursed. He knew he forgot something! He was told about this from Tav some time ago but never got around to writing it. Being an ex-magistrate, he could wing this though. Astarion was nothing, if not able to entertain. Tav spoke first which thankfully afforded Astarion a few precious moments to compose himself.

Tav looked at him fondly. “When I met you, I didn’t know that I would care for you this deeply. I just thought you needed to be outside a bit more.” She chuckled. “But, as I grew to understand you, I also grew to care about you like no other. I found myself in love before I knew it. We’ve been through monster hunters to asshole Drow. We’ve gone through ridding yourself of the chains of your past, and now, we can start to explore what that means with your future…together. There is so much more I could speak of, but we don’t have all day.” Tav joked to the chuckles of the crowd

Astarion was happy she didn’t speak of more things as he held information close to his chest but he knew her and trusted her. He knew she wouldn’t say anything too revealing, who knew if shape changers were still about, for example.

Tav continued. “But I do want to say this. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter what may come in the future and what obstacles we face. I am yours.”

Astarion held his breath a moment at this admission and felt something possessive inside take over. He wanted to squirrel her away from others, but he resisted, not now. He would have the rest of her life with him, now was not the time for possessiveness or jealousy. It was then that he realized that all eyes were on him and it was his turn.

Astarion put on his usual facade and began to speak in seriousness. He would not ruin this special day on Tav.

“Ever since I met you, you’ve treated me with kindness, care, and dignity, even though I didn’t always afford you the same. In the beginning, I saw you as a means to the end, but as our party traveled and I got to know you…as we got to know each other more, I started to realize how special you really are.” Astarion longed to touched her at this moment in a tender form of appreciation but he kept his hands by his side as he gave a salacious smile that only she could see instead. Her smile widened as she tried to stifle her giggle but it was partly unsuccessful. The audience was unaware as to what she found humorous. Astarion grinned but continued where he left off. “For someone like me…with what you know, you gave me a priceless gift that I can never repay. I have been seen by you and heard. I can say for the first time I am safe and that is because of you. You have unmatched beauty, a radiant soul that threatens to scorch all in its path and a personality that enraptures all. You are the most precious person to me and I will do anything to protect and keep you safe. I love you, and would be honored to have you by my side for as long as possible, until death comes knocking.” Astarion purposely worded the end of his vows the way he did because he was still hopeful that Tav would choose to live with him for all time, but there still stood the chance of they could meet their death before then considering their mission. Tav beamed at him after his words while Astarion felt slightly embarrassed. Jorath looked down at Astarion and asked for the rings which got Astarion out of his embarrassment pretty fast when he remembered his surprise. Astarion smiled broadly, much to the unease and fear of the audience, aka his friends who knew this to be an unknown sight. They worried what was about to happen as Astarion whistled and all heads turned to look at the beginning of the aisle. There was the owlbear cub (affectionately known to Tav and the group as Fluff) and Scratch walking at a nice pace side by side down the aisle. Tav couldn’t help but full on laugh at the sight as Scratch and the owlbear cub were both wearing some sort of attire which made them look adorable. Scratch had on a mini tux on the front of his body and Tav was unsure how he was dressed or where they found such an outfit, while the owlbear cub had a bow tie and a hat tied on. They looked both hilarious and very cute. When the pair of friends made it to the front, they both held on to a box in their mouths that contained a ring. One for her and one for him. Tav broke in her stance to give plenty of attention and petting to the beautiful ring bearers, the owlbear cub seeming to enjoy the attention a bit more than Scratch who wanted to play. After retrieving the rings, Astarion sent them to sit with the others, but instead they found a nice mud pit on the side and they promptly went to play in it, away from the ceremony but close enough they could be kept an eye on. Tav shook her head but was still laughing when she turned her attention to Astarion. Jorath had instructed them to put the rings on. It was then that Astarion opened the box up for her ring.

Tav couldn’t see the ring right away once the box was opened, as Astarion’s hands obscured the view. Before putting it on her finger, he paused and spoke.

“You need to know a few things about this ring before you put it on.”

Tav was confused but smiled, she was sure she would understand and love whatever it was he was going to say. She knew him by now and he has been attentive and caring the entire time. Astarion continued when there was no objections.  Astarion held the ring out to her and she gasped. It was beyond beautiful.

It look elegant with a silver band, etching in the middle she couldn’t readily make out and the out side had a gem affix that looked like a moonlit night. It literally looked like a black gem holding a moon inside as it held a sliver of white. It was gorgeous, but knowing Astarion, there was more to it than being pretty.

“You know my past and what I was forced to do,” Astarion dare not explain deeper with outside ears and Jorath nearby “Well, to spare you the details…this was from that time. I went to pawn the ring but found out it’s true value was so much that I couldn’t simply pawn the item. No vendor would have enough. As I looked into the history of it, I found out it had more than that. The history involving something called Shadowweavers,” Astarion nervously chuckled. “It’s a curious tale I’ll tell you one day, but for now,” Astarion took a deep breath ”It also can render the user invisible for an hour. Anyway, What I am trying to say is that this ring has a few things to it you should know. By accepting this ring, you’re accepting my past as well as the future we have.”

“Tav leaned forward and since Astarion was standing to explain this situation at this point, she hugged him. Astarion was skeptical at first but hugged her back tightly. Once they separated, she held her finger out, but before she had the ring, he figured he should tell her about the few other changes he did.

“I also made a few modifications. There is an engraving on it for your eyes only.” Astarion whispered the last line. “It has an enchantment called Telepathic Bond on it which lets you have a mental link with up to eight people in range. I figured it would be useful once we lose the parasite and maybe for us to communicate privately. Both rings have it. Only your ring has the invisibility though. I…I hope this wasn’t overkill…”

Tav giggled. “Of course it isn’t! Just put it on my finger already so we can get to the kissing part.” Tav laughed and smiled. Astarion felt the tension erase and he smiled once more. He placed the ring slowly on her finger and she slid his on. It wasn’t long before Jorath called for the couple to kiss and that they were now, finally, man and wife.

They were married.

Finally!

Tav was surprisingly the aggressor in the kiss and used her hand to pull Astarion in close so she could claim his lips. Astarion thought it would be a chaste kiss and they would devour each other in private, but apparently Tav had other ideas. Astarion closed his eyes and leaned in but was surprised when Tav slipped her tongue against his. In his surprise he opened his mouth further for her to explore. Of course Astarion had kissed her many times before and just went with it. He wasn’t a fan of public displays like this. Of course a chaste kiss here or there was fine but deeply kissing each other in front of others was close to an invisible boundary for him. It was close but not over that boundary. It was also his wedding day. He would give her the world right now and if that meant sharing a form of intimacy in front of others then they were getting a showing…

Astarion brought his hands up, one on the back of her head and the other above the rise of her backside on her lower back but not touching anything indecent. Tav leaned in and almost moaned into him as she remembered where they were. Astarion smiled and took her in more deeply, he chased her tongue as he kissed her until he pulled back, Tav still leaning forward wanting more but Astarion leaned his forehead against hers as she panted for air.

“We’ll have plenty of time for that later, my dear. I have many things to teach you. Their ear plugs wont be enough, I have to fear.” Astarion teased.

Tav brought her hands up his hard cold chest, closed her eyes one moment and then commented.

“I love you so much.”

Although with the ring on, he could now tell that she was worried about something. As the party started to disburse to the Elfsong for the party, the newly married couple hung back and walked at the end of the troupe to speak.

“You know I can tell now when you’re worried about something,” Astarion questioned, concerned about what was bothering her. “It’s our wedding day, you should be the happiest woman alive.” Astarion chuckled considering he was in fact dead and just got hitched.

“It’s silly.” Tav tried to hide her concern as she started to walk briskly to the others but Astarion caught her around the middle and brought her back.

“If you can’t talk to me, then who can you speak to?” Astarion almost pleaded.

“Look, it’s…I feel really guilty.”

Astarion was dumbfounded for a moment. “What? Why?”

“Because of all the sex. That’s all I’ve been forcing you to do because I want it.” Tav dropped her head. Her confession barely more than a whisper. Thankfully, Astarion had heightened hearing. 

Astarion gave a small smile, looked around and saw a granite bench. He whisked her away to the bench and continued the conversation.

“Let me clear this up,” Astarion gently held Tav’s head up to meet his gaze as she previously was staring intently at the ground. “ Before fighting Cazador? Yes, I may have had an issue. Everything felt tainted to have any form of intimacy. But as time went on, as our bond strengthened, things changed. After we defeated Cazador, do you know what became different? When I took you to the graveyard, I wasn’t just declaring my love for you and intent. Nor did I even intend for a night of passion on my grave site,” Astarion laughed. “But I wanted…no, I needed to feel alive again. You see, I’ve been afraid and enslaved for so long I don’t even remember what it is like to be free and do what we are doing now, but I feel safe and free with you to learn, to try. Do I feel like I’m doing the same song and dance…a performance like before? Rarely, but even then you snap me out of it and your actions, words and support make things so different. Everything is new again. I don’t want to remain dead. I don’t want to stay scared or enslaved. I don’t feel tainted anymore. I feel like…I’m finding who I am again. Do you remember during our times of passion, do you remember me disassociating?”

Tav thought for a moment and shook her head ‘no’.

“Then I was okay with it. If there is ever a time I am not, I will tell you. I mentioned before about how key communication is with a relationship, remember? I want to make love to you. I want to show you with my body how much you mean to me. My body has been used and not my own for so long. Now that it is mine again, I decide how it is used and I want to use it with you. Let me make this clear, I want to fuck you senseless this weekend of my own accord.” Tav blushed but it didn’t last as Astarion leaned in for a kiss. She happily reciprocated, wishing they didnt have to attend a party and could be in the privacy of their room already, if anything so she could hide this wonderful soul from the world and snuggle with him as he battles his demons. She wished she could help him kill the demons in his past and his trauma like they could with Cazador, with a sharp knife or pointed stick, but unfortunately they could not. Tav would support him though through anything. She loved him, and nothing would change that.

“You sure? All those times. I didn’t force sex on you?” Tav still felt guilty considering how selfish she was acting knowing his past. She felt like she pressured him but Astarion was quick to shut this down and reply.

“Darling, I wanted you. Gods, I still want you. It’s impossible to get bored of all that.” Astarion made a crude motion with his hand to insinuate her body.

Tav laughed, feeling like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. Tav noticed Astarion was still with her in the present and wasn’t falling back into his old ways like when they first met, smiled and pushed Astarion back a bit with her hand on his chest so she could get up from the bench. She did so and the pair were able to make it to their party at the Elfsong.

Once they got there, they found the party in full swing and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves with a tankard in hand! Tav wished she could drink, but she couldn’t, and it made her a little dejected. Sensing this, Astarion retrieved some of his private stock of wine and gave her a very small glass.

“I can’t have this. The baby…” Tav mentioned in a quick whisper.

“It is perfectly safe to consume small amounts of wine once in a while when pregnant, my dear. I even got you a good vintage. Sadly, you can’t sample much, but you can join us, my love.” Astarion filled his glass with some of his private stock and went to the lengths to hide it very well so no one else could find it.

“How do you know this?”

“I’ve been checking up on this, my dear, since it has been frequently been coming up. You don’t have to believe me, of course, you can just as much drink water this afternoon instead.”

Tav looked at the contents in the glass and took a slight sip. The taste was sinful, and she loved it! Astarion smiled at the sight. Before long the couple enjoyed dancing with each other, something Astarion was not a fan of but did so to humor his wife.

Wow… Wife. He could call her his wife now. Astarion had a wide grin at this thought.

The party went on for hours as their party got noticeably drunk...well…all except Wyll, who took his role as security very seriously. Even when prompted to enjoy himself with the rest of them by Astarion and Tav, he refused. At least they had one person who wasn’t blackout drunk in case anything should happen. Lae’zel surprisingly could hold her liquor too or maybe it had something to do with her race, Astarion wasn’t sure. The couple stayed sober though, mostly because Tav could barely drink and Astarion wanted to be sober for tonight’s tantalizing events. He had an idea what he wanted to do to Tav first, he could see her fidgeting in her seat at times just waiting for later. Thanks to the rings, he could tell she was yearning for his touch. He planned to give her that and more. Astarion smiled, maybe he could mess with his new wife though and send her some of ideas he had in store for her. He barely scratched the surface in his thoughts, merely thinking of a few different positions when he noticed the blush overtake her cheeks and her legs clench together. Astarion smirked and noted the time was near nine in the night. It was late enough that they could retire and a good excuse to give his new wife the relief she deserves.

Astarion stood up from his chair and went to Tav’s chair, there he reached out and gracefully took her hand, signaling her to come with him. Tav smiled and stood up, Astarion could smell her desire. How long was she wanting him? Astarion grinned, that was okay, because for the next three days he would make sure to attend every need she could have and then some. As Astarion walked toward the stairs, he sought out Wyll and informed him that they were retiring for the night, and at that point, only to contact them for emergencies. Wyll congratulated them once again, and Astarion turned, picked up Tav who was surprised, and carried her to their room.

Astarion put her down nicely on their bed when they made it upstairs, turned, and locked the door.

NOTE: The next few chapters are smut heavy due to the honeymoon segment

[mercymaker]

thinking about astarion, years and years later, lowkey experiencing some pangs of regret (ik ik, him?! but i'd like to think that he matures quite a bit and does something more with his immortal existence than just being a selfish hedonistic prick. sue me)

and an idea came to me. years after above the vaulted sky, when he spends more time with thoriel (who, i think, influences him a bit more than he'd like to admit), he sort of absent-mindedly watches her perform at some inn for a quick buck, it's late in the evening and his mind starts going places. astarion catches a glimpse of thoriel, singing and dancing, effortlessly charming everyone around her, an easy smile and a cheeky wink on her face, and for just a brief moment he thinks how she could've been his. how, in a different time and a different place, maybe he could've been a different person, a better one. mal would tell him how she didn't know how such a different person, so much good spawned from someone like her. where did it all come from. but it happened. so, maybe it wouldn't be different with him as well?

and even if she wasn't a child of his seed, maybe he could've been more present? bit his pride and selfishness, kept it clenched between his teeth and accepted something he didn't want, maybe that was the right choice? he would've had more time with mal. maybe he would've grown to love the girl quicker. maybe he had the capacity to grow into a different person, a better one. for them.

maybe maleane would be alive.

but it's a passing thought. a childish prospect. and while he did become a little softer because of the pink moth, he thinks even those ideas are a bit too optimistic. so he pushes them away behind something more familiar, something that feels more like him. and yet, astarion doesn't completely abandon them.

[grimalkinmessor]

afofa for ask game???

But of course! :D

when I started shipping it if I did: My first go around with BNHA, actually! Before season five was even out. I read ahead in the manga and came to the scene of Yoichi and AFO in the vault with Midoriya watching on, and my brain immediately lit up like "OH SO IT'S LIKE THAT" lmao. I looked for content then, but of course, there was none, so it wasn't until I got back into BNHA a few years ago that I looked for AFOFA content and actually found it! Was more than a little surprised to find more gen content for them than shipping content, but that just gave me a new dessert for them :3 Have my cake and some pie too ✨

my thoughts: It's all just feral incoherence up here babe. Just a loud whirlwind of AJSVSKXBDJFL REDGREEN OBSESSEDVAULT NEVERAPART POWERLESSPOWER LOVEHATE INEVITABLETRAGEDY ITWASALWAYSGOINGTOENDLIKETHIS ILOVEYOUBUTITISNTENOUGH BRUTUSCAESAR ABLECAIN REMUSROMULUS ILLKILLYOUIMYOURS HEARTBORNAPARTFROMTHEBODY in my brain 24/7 365 :D

What makes me happy about them: The sheer amount of dark soulmate vibes we get from them in canon. AFO is literally Cronus coded, Yoichi is his Rhea. Yoichi is his everything—and hasn't all All For One's ever wanted and fought for been everything? 💖

What makes me sad about them: What they could've been 🥹 The fact that they both loved each other so deeply but their respective hearts and ideals are so at odds that it would never work in any universe where they're unequally yolked; and they almost always are. The fact that had they grown up in kinder circumstances the likely wouldn't have fought at all. It would've been just them, together, as they should've been from the start. Without all the blood between them. "It could've been the kindest power in the world."

things done in fanfic that annoys me: When they infantilize Yoichi 😮‍💨 Like he's definitely Babygirl™ but he's also a grown man. Being sickly and weaker than he's brother doesn't make him inherently stupider or less capable than AFO, and it definitely doesn't make him childish. I don't even like it when All For One is the one doing it—he absolutely sees his brother as naive and in need of protection but I don't think he'd ACTUALLY see him as a child, or even WANT him to be one. Idk it just skeeves me out, it's not how I see their relationship dynamic ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

things I look for in fanfic: Yoichi characterization!! :D AFO has always been pretty straightforward, so I do look for unhinged loving obsession and all-encompassing need and desire from him, but fics that dive into Yoichi's psyche are some of the most interesting to me :) I like him to be capable and cunning—it just doesn't matter how smart or strong he is against the overwhelming power of his brother 💕 Shoot his ass and watch him laugh ✨

who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: As you all know, I'm an avid shipper of any form of Ichiniisan, so I like Yoichi with Kudo and Bruce THIRD in any sort of way I can get them. As for All For One....well, he always takes whatever he wants, and I can see him with several people solely in a sexual sense. For romance however, I only see him loving Yoichi—with special Fondness™ priveleges for Yagi and Inko depending on the universe and circumstances.

my happily ever after for them: In my fic Like This You Keep Them Alive, I have them as lingering ghosts of their respective Quirks, and they can freely go back and forth between their holders (Izuku and Tomura) as much as they please. In the afterlife, everything is swept aside. There is no more power imbalance. There is no world to take over or save. They're able to just,,,,exist together, without anything between them anymore. They play games together and talk about things they haven't in ages and are basically all over each other all the time. I think that's gonna be my favorite ending for them :3

who is the big spoon/little spoon: All For One is big spoon. That man is over seven feet tall, Yoichi barely hits six-foot exactly. All For One big spoon 👁️👁️ He likes to cling.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Cuddling. Cuddling and talking, actually. Because I've got AFO's love language down as physical touch followed quickly by words and Yoichi's love language as words of affirmation followed quickly by physical touch, so sitting curled around each other in front of a warm fire like snakes while they whisper things back and forth would be their biggest nonsexual passtime together. Though sometimes Yoichi does like to badger his brother into dancing with him—mostly so Yoichi can stand on his feet and AFO can float them both into the air. It always make him super giddy 🥰 ....At least until they get to the point where AFO's arms begin to feel more like chains than shields.