#you need to go back to whatever you were doing in 21-22 for the tag division immediately

[elitehoe]

TK I'm gonna hold your hand when I say this. No one wants another Bucks vs FTR match. We're fucking sick and tired of the same rotation of teams getting the same opportunities over and over.

[imaginesfordifferentfandoms]

Prompt List

Hey! I am so sorry for not uploading for like five months! I really want to start uploading again but I think doing so many Taylor Swift inspired prompts burnt me out - if you sent a request or do send one I will get to it just give me time.

Here is a prompt list I'll be using from now on, like always if you have your own idea(s), send them in!

These's prompts include: "dialogue", 'anything in quotations is what the whole fic will be based around', 5 times plus 1, AU's and more!

Send in just one or merge some ideas together!

Click here to add yourself to my tag list! 🤍

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1 - “You’re in love with her, you know that right?”

2 - “I didn’t know where else to go.”

3 - “I’m replaceable, you’re not.”

4 - “You kept it?”

5 - Leaning their head on their shoulder

6 - “Because that’s what you and I do, we protect each other.”

7 - “I swear on us.” “Why us?” “Because there is nothing I have ever believed in more.”

8 - Person A getting hurt protect Person B

9 - “Hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

10 - “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

11 - “Whatever you do, don’t let go.”

12 - 5 times Person A and B correct people about their relationship status and the 1 time they just accept it

13 - Everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate. The world goes back to black and white when they die.

14 - “For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.”

15 - Accidental love confession

16 - “You’re staring at him/her again.”

17 - “Give me one good reason why I should trust you?” “Because no matter how much you hate me, you know I have never lied to you.”

18 - “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.”

19 - “If there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”

20 - “You had your chance with her. You had your chance and you blew it, and this is my chance and I am not going to blow it because we are made for each other.”

21 - ‘I still hope there is more to our story. Maybe we just had to fall apart to find each other again one day.’

22 - “You weren’t there…why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you and you weren’t there!”

23 - “It’s my job to keep you safe, yes, but you could work with me a little to make it easier.”

24 - “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you and you haven’t stopped thinking about me.”

25 - ‘I am usually an optimist but I have never hoped for a sad ending like I do for you and her.’

26 - “I can’t say if the day I met you was the best or worst day of my life.”

27 - “Don’t look at me like that.”

28 - ‘Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.’

29 - “She’s my best friend, that’s never changed.” “Yeah, the only thing that changed was your feelings for her.”

30 - “How many fingers am I holding up?”

31 - “You’d die for her?”

32 - ‘He had that awkward tenderness of someone who had never been in love and was forced to improvise.’

33 - “I did it for you, you idiot.”

34 - “If I never see you again just know that I love you so, so much.”

35 - ‘He kissed her. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn’t have done anything else.’

36 - “I thought you were dead!”

37 - Squeezing their hand reassuringly

38 - “Whatever you do, do not make a sound.”

39 - “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

40 - “I can’t do this without you. I won’t do this without you.”

41 - “See? I told ya they’d get together.”

42 - ‘There is some good left in this world and it is worth fighting for.’

43 - Born with your soulmates first name tattooed on your body

44 - ‘There are some people that you meet and you just know from the get go that they are important, that you have to do anything to keep them in your life. He was that person.’

45 - “You came to me, begging me for help!”

46 - “Tell me about your life before all of this.”

47 - ‘S/he would always be my biggest what if.’

48 - “It turns out I’m absolutely terrible at staying away from you.”

49 - One being forced to hurt the other but refusing, getting themselves hurt instead

50 - “Why is it always the people you can’t trust saying “trust me”?”

51 - ‘If you were going to die, I was going to die with you.’

52 - “You can’t sleep yet kid, I need you to stay awake.”

53 - ‘We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day, years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop, in a faraway city somewhere and we could give it another shot.’

54 - Five times they wanted to say ‘I love you’ and the 1 time they finally did

55 - “I always thought you were the bravest person I’ve ever met.”

56 - “I’ve never had a family before.”

57 - “I’m not leaving without her.”

58 - ‘Sometimes we do everything right and it’s still not enough.'

59 - “Hey, you’re bleeding.”

60 - ‘We’re in love, we just want to be together. What’s wrong with that?’

61 - “Take me instead. Leave her/him and take me.”

62 - Sitting together on a rooftop

63 - “I think…I’m in love with (Name.)” “Congrats on being the last one to find out.”

64 - Needing somebody else to point out the fact you have feelings for character

65 - “I know we’re not…friends or anything, but…I’m here for you, if you need someone to talk to.”

66 - Drunken kiss

67 - “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

68 - ‘Home is not where you are from. It’s where you belong. Some of us travel the whole world to find it. Others find it in a person.’

69 - “If I had it my way, we’d never leave this bed.” 

70 - ‘Everything that needs saying, truly saying, begins with a lump in the throat.’

71 - When mysterious injuries appear on your body, it’s because your soulmate got them.

72 - ‘For old times sake.’

73 - “I’m never gonna be good enough for you, am I?”

74 - “Don’t hurt him! Just stop hurting him, please!”

75 - ‘Sometimes there are no words that can help. Sometimes you just need to sit together in silence and try to come to terms with how the world works.’

76 - “When I let a day go by without talking to you, that’s just not a good day.”

77 – “Do you have a plan?” “I have a gun.”

78 - “How long did you think you could hide that?”

79 - “Leave with me.”

80 - ‘She was good and he needed a little good in his life because without it there was an awful lot of darkness.’

81 - 5 places Person A and B have kissed plus the 1 place where they did more than that

82 - “Honestly I wasn’t listening but I always disagree with whatever you say.”

83 - “There’s no way I’m sharing a bed with you.” “You’re more than welcome to sleep on the floor.”

84 - Person B is frowning all the time but Person A can always see when they are happy (Grumpy x Sunshine)

85 - ‘I want you to always remember me. Will you remember that I existed and that I stood next to you here like this?”

86 - “I’ll do it, but only because you asked me to.”

87 - 5 times Person A treated Person B’s injuries, plus 1 time Person B treated Person A’s injury.

88 - ‘Maybe one day we’ll meet again and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me.’

89 - "Dying in the middle of nowhere doesn't seem so bad if you're here."

90 - “Oh no, you’re a morning person.”

91 - “I hate you.” “I love you too.”

92 - “No, don't stop, keep talking. I like hearing you talk.”

93 - “Are you cold?”

94 - “What do you want from me?”

95 - “Look, I know you hate me but I don’t know what to do and I really need some help.”

96 - “I’m not leaving you. Not this time.”

97 - “I wish things had been different.”

98 - “I can’t leave you alone for a second without you getting into trouble, can I?”

99 - “You’re not sleeping?” “Nope.” “Why not?” “Don’t want you to stab me the second I close my eyes.” “I won’t.”

100 - “This isn’t just an (object), it’s a promise.”

[kinkyrafe]

sub!rafe kinktober prompts

hello my loves,

I know the sub!rafe fandom is pretty small but nevertheless a couple of people were interested in a sub!rafe kinktober, so let's do it! I know this is super spontaneous and there's not much time to prepare now but even if we get only a couple of drabbles, headcanons, moodboards or digital art posts here and there I'd totally consider this a win. use whatever prompt you like, join in at whatever day you like and tag your work #sub!rafekinktober -- I'd be super happy if you tagged me as well so I can repost your work even if it doesn't show up in the tag.

the prompts

Oct. 01: "Your body wants it, even if you say otherwise." Oct. 02: "You don’t get to decide when it ends. That’s my job." Oct. 03: "Show me how obedient you can be." Oct. 04: "Tied up and nowhere to go just how I like you." Oct. 05: "Does that feel good?" Oct. 06: "You're not in charge here, no matter how much you want to be." Oct. 07: "I really need to get out of my head." Oct. 08: "Are you sure you want to challenge me when I literally have all the control over you?" Oct. 09: "This is impossible." Oct. 10: "You’re not getting free until I’m satisfied." Oct. 11: "I've done worse to you before, come on." Oct. 12: "Be good and spread your legs." Oct. 13: "I can feel how badly you want it, but that doesn’t mean I’ll give in." Oct. 14: "There you go, baby." Oct. 15: "Ready to beg for me?" Oct. 16: "Is that what I think it is?" Oct. 17: "Sit still or I'll stop." Oct. 18: "Every time you listen, you make me proud." Oct. 19: "How does this position feel?" Oct. 20: "You’re trembling. Is it from fear, or from wanting more?" Oct. 21: "I could also distract you from work." Oct. 22: "It's an order!" Oct. 23: "You gotta work for every single orgasm." Oct. 24: "No hiding." Oct. 25: "Let go. Let me take care of everything." Oct. 26: "You’re perfect for me." Oct. 27: "You did so well today." Oct. 28: "Now where’s the fun in that?" Oct. 29: "Hands behind your back." Oct. 30: "How are you so good at this?" Oct. 31: "Make the most of it."

I love quote prompts and I really hope you do, too. I briefly considered providing scenario / activity prompts but even (or especially) within the BDSM community, the kinks are so diverse that some kinks would have been left out and at the same time, I myself just don't want to write certain kinks -- if that makes sense. with the quote prompts everyone can choose the kink and the scenario for themselves.

enough with the rambling. one more disclaimer: you'll probably see me violate my own schedule. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to write 31 drabbles. I'm currently aiming to upload every second day of October, starting on the 2nd (lame, I know). however, to make up for it, I'll try and use two quote prompts in one drabble.

alright. I hope you'll enjoy this -- I sure as hell will.

let's ruin this b**** (with love).

happy kink season, my loves!

xx bab

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@yagirlwrites @audzss

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

Idea inspired by this art!

tags: sorcerer!Gojo Satoru x f!reader, au is kind of medieval, mentions of men grabbing reader out of home, burning at the stake, reader is mistaken as a witch but she is a prophetess, it’s giving castlevania x howls moving castle vibes, Satoru is a bit cocky but we love him (might do a pt 2?)

There’s a nice cottage outside the city, 15 minutes away by foot, you live in a home with your mother and brother (your father actually passed from a brutal cold three years ago, leaving you to tend to the home and seek work). It started off as a necessity, advising the horse racing, chicken fighting gamblers on what animal to place your bets on. your reply? intuition. that chicken has sturdy legs, that horse has agile movements. excuses that granted you money for the time being, for your gifts. an ability passed down by the women of your family though yours outweighed the abilities of your mother, so you remained unadvised. using your intuition to get by the day.

Word gets around that a young lady such as yourself is not married. 19, 20, 21, and now 22– you’re questioned behind your back by your neighbors at how you could possibly remain unmarried. It had been 6 months since men started disappearing in your route by your home, reportedly last seen by the lake not far from your home.

You had been labeled as an unmarried bloodsucking siren, a cursed demon who takes the bodies of young men, and although all that is false, it does not help your case that you’ve remained indoors most of your life and the fact that you’ve advised others in the world of gambling.

You were a sinner, sentenced by the court, but before that happened, a large storm broke 7 days before the fated event.

It was windy, dark, and rainy that your mother had frantically put everything away. “I’ll get the lights from the back shed!” you called, putting on a coat, a second for safe measures. the rain pours hard that it overcomes the splish splash sounds of your feet. When you’re walking towards the fence to the main road, and into the back of your home, you catch a man. wet, crouched, and seemingly pained from all the walking he did. the nearest town by foot was over an hour away, and waking in this weather surely meant he could catch a cold.

“I am sorry to burden you, miss...” the voice calls, head hooded from your eyes, “but is there any shelter I can rest for the night? I... I don’t have any-“

“It’s fine,” you speak, soft and understanding before you pull him gently by the arm, “come follow me,” and you lead him to your shed, making a bed of hay for him before you’ve taken your first coat and placed it over the hay for him to use as a blanket or mattress. the man behind you stands silent as you pull out to light a candle for him, turning to him, “it’s not much,” you say, “but you can stay here. It’s better than spending the night outside, right?” with not another word, you hand him the candle and grab the supplies you were originally here for. “stay here, I’ll be right back.” you direct softly, shortly before leaving the shed. at home, you take out a bowl and serve some leftover stew and some bread that you would have eaten in the morning, opting to give it to someone who could have needed it more than you.

“there’s some stew in here,” you say, handing the man a bowl and bread with your other hand. it’s at this moment you notice how unbelievably pale his hands are, almost like the statues outside the cathedrals. it almost leaves you speechless, and he notes. “Thank you, miss...?”

you give him your name without much thought. finishing your arrangements in the shed before you turn to him. “feel free to stay the night, or until the rain has settled. whatever will facilitate your journey, sir...?”

“Go-“ suddenly, he’s surprised that his bread has slipped past his fingers until you’re on your knees picking it up quicker than he can. It isn’t until you look up that your eyes meet his, a breathtakingly striking pair of azure eyes, bluer than any water or sky you’ve dreamed of, it leaves you silent. “Thank you,” he whispers softly, and the sound of his ragged voice reminds you where and what you’re doing. suddenly shy and remembering you’re a maiden, you’re quickly at your feet wishing him a Goodnight without another word, closing the door behind you.

He’s gone the next morning.

Several days pass and the talk of you around town grow more and more. you’ve asked your mother to keep your brother inside so as to protect him, but on the evening of the 7th day you’re harshly pulled from your home, leaving your mother with teary eyes as you’re feeling like the life out of you is being squeezed out with the way so many men manhandle you. pulling you, shoving you, shouting insults, you’re suddenly the main talk of the town as they expose you on the streets calling you horrible names: whore, slut, demon, murderer, and more. the names don’t cut as deep as the memory of being pulled away from your home.

“Burn the witch!” Cry out many, and you’re roughly shoved against a stake before rope is tied around your midsection, burning roughly against your soft skin it hurts. the town mayor gives a speech, then the priest calls your execution necessary for the good of humanity, blaming you for the deaths of over 12 men in a 6 month course. mother’s shout at you and men renounce your existence as worse than satan himself.

everyone wants you dead. and suddenly, the fire runs around you.

“God,” you call out, “please let these people see past their mistakes! you of all people know I didn’t do anything! please save my mother and brother from this fate! please spare their eyes from this shame, this torment they will carry- and please make my end as quick as possible so that I can look after them.” a long moment passes as your head is now dropped low, not long before you hear a chuckle.

“Well, that’s certainly not the type of monologue I’d expect from you.” calls a voice. he tilts your chin up to face him after your silence. you don’t know if you’re hallucinating, the fire is bound to burn you any second and your lungs burn. in front of you stands a man. tall, handsome, and pale. white hair and pink lips like the kind you’d see in paintings. and his eyes? they strike a familiarity you’ve seen before.

the man before you grins, and you can’t help but put your whole faith, even your idea of god on him as he looks at you with such admiration.

“So you’re the girl they call a witch, huh?”

amusement crosses his eyes. and yet again they are breathtaking, finer than any blue mosaic you’ve seen. possibly holier than any church you’ve stepped foot in.

“I’m not a witch, I... I’m a visionary,” you reply, trying not to grow dizzy from the fire around you. when you turn to look elsewhere, no one seems to acknowledge the man in front of you. were you hallucinating?

“So you’re another one of the freaks, huh?” He says, eyes laced with interest. “That’s why they have you here. even when you didn’t murder all those men.”

“I didn’t,” your coughing takes him by surprise and he remembers how sensitive humans can be, “I... I didn’t hurt anyone,”

“I believe you,” he says, lowly. “Tell you what. I’ll save you from this fire, and in return you can help me find out what on earth became of these men. put an end to this. deal?”

you nod, not remembering what happens moments later as the man wraps you in his arms, making you drown into a deep sleep before he kisses the crown of your head. the fire erupts and sparks behind you both as you both rise like shooting stats, terrifying the townspeople behind.

“From now on, you’ll live a life free of torment,” whispers the sorcerer, bringing you into the comfort of his cave.

[thesparklingwriter]

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

"if i could purchase your love, please know i would exhaust my savings to do so."

status: complete

taglist | masterlist

— Zhongli and fem!reader smau

— present-day au

— yn is a celebrity and zhongli is a famous billionaire

summary:

when you were younger, it was easy to ignore the problems that surrounded having money or talent. but as the years go by and adult life places more emphasis on these two things, how do you keep promises made in your youth? And do you rebuild relationships that have spent decades on the back burner?

accounts: private personal public

chapters:

(♔ denotes the chapter has some written prose)

ACT ONE

✧ 01 sold to the dragon

✧ 02 ex in your dms

✧ 03 a massive internet black hole

✧ 04 i think i just got my best friend back

✧ 05 #hutaosweep

✧ 06 kindly delete this

✧ 07 with what authority?

✧ 08 i am not a package ♔

✧ 09 i only kissed him

✧ 10 people are mean ♔

ACT TWO

✧ 11 i want to see you

✧ 12 i don't wish to know about his bowel movements

✧ 13 are you hearing yourself rn?

✧ 14 ur boyfriend is terrifying

✧ 15 don't leave ♔

✧ 16 you are not getting me in a tracksuit

✧ 17 what are we launching?

✧ 18 please be respectful of your neighbours

✧ 19 he knows something about everything

✧ 20 yn x mystery man

✧ 21 archons help you lumine

✧ 22 ngl i dont think he's looking for your approval ♔

✧ 23 too unserious

ACT THREE

✧ 24 baby due date

✧ 25 to Celestia and back

✧ 26 pass

✧ 27 that is no way to speak to your fiancée

✧ 28 Just text me?

✧ 29 Whatever it is I didn’t do it

FINALE

✧ 30 screw lumine

✧ 31 just make a gaming room

✧ 32 silence on all fronts

✧ 33 [redacted]

✧ 34 you need rest ♔

✧ 35 fin ♔

NOTES:

i had this idea in the tags of someone's post ages ago and I've always wanted to try making a smau so here we go

BIG thanks to my irl bestie who’s letting me massacre some of her pictures for yn ♡

Do you want a cameo in this or future smaus? Fill out this form!

leave a comment or an ask to be added to the taglist!!

[verai-marcel]

Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3 Fanfic, Astarion x Female Reader, Part 25 of 28)

Summary, Notes, Tags, & Part 1 are here.

Act I - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Act II - Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | 

Act III - Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 (18+) | Part 28 (END)

AO3 Link is here, my sweet.

Word Count: 4,798

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Act III, Chapter 4 - The Twist

Astarion watched his witch sleep comfortably in his arms, her deep breaths coming slow and steady. Compared to how agitated she had been before, he was glad to see her so calm. Extricating himself carefully, he left their bed to go hunt. But he had only taken a few steps when he heard her whimper. Turning back to her, he saw her curl up into a fetal position and start trembling, a slight keen coming from her throat as she began to hyperventilate.

Immediately he returned, touching her forehead. She began to calm, but her brow was still sweating from whatever was afflicting her.

“Fuck,” he muttered. Crawling back under the sheets, he pulled her into his arms again. Her shaking died down to a slight tremor and her breathing calmed. He could feel her muscles relax and her body naturally curled around him, seeking comfort.

I would kill Orin all over again for what she did to you.

He gently tucked hair behind her ear before he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

I’ll be here, my sweet.

***

The next few days were a blur for you as the others came in and out, seeking allies in the fight ahead. You overheard something about a prison break, fighting an undead dragon, and another prison break, but underwater. You saw Wyll’s father weakly entering the Elfsong, and staying with everyone while he healed.

You heard that Gale had gone to talk with Mystra, and after a long talk with Shadowheart, he had decided to give the crown to the goddess in exchange for getting the orb out of his chest. 

So many plans were coming to fruition, alliances sought and won all across the city, and the pile of loot was ever growing. At least it kept you busy. You were physically healthy, but… 

Sometimes your mind would scream, and you fought down the madness with all your might, despite your urge to scream along with it. 

To your surprise, Astarion stayed with you the entire time, touching you whenever he could. The madness that Orin had inflicted upon you still lingered in the back of your mind, but you managed to force it down, even though you sometimes had to stop and fight the echoes in your head. It was at those moments that Astarion would pull you into his arms, touching your skin, his cheek pressed against yours, telling you to take deep breaths, and that he was here with you.

You recognized the looks some of the others gave Astarion, as if he was being too protective and overbearing, but you knew that it was because they didn’t know the extent of the damage you had taken, and he had not shared with them your empathic abilities.

“Should I tell them?” you asked one night when the two of you were alone.

“It’s up to you,” he replied. “I wouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

He shrugged. “It’ll invite more questions. And it’s not like you’ve used it to do any harm. No need to mention it.”

For the time being, you decided not to tell them.

On the fourth night, when the others came up to Astarion, asking if he’d fed recently, even volunteering to watch over you while he went out to hunt, he refused. You realized that it had been days since he had fed. He refused to feed from you while you were healing, and he hadn’t left your side. Your attacks during the day had gotten less intense, so you figured you could handle Astarion being gone for a few hours.

“It’s alright, go hunt,” you told him.

“Excuse us a moment,” he said hastily to the others before pulling you outside, up to the roof.

“What are you doing?” he demanded once he confirmed that no one else was around.

“You haven’t eaten in days.”

“I can handle it,” he said. “You, on the other hand, can’t handle being without me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, growing irate.

“Something might happen while I’m gone,” he replied.

You realized that you had been kidnapped twice in just as many weeks while Astarion had been away. “Let one of the others watch over me while you’re out hunting,” you replied. “Surely I won’t be kidnapped again with everyone on guard.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he said, stepping closer to you. “I meant your… attacks. Whatever Orin did to you, it’s lingering.”

You shrugged. “It’s getting better. I can handle it.”

When he looked at you quietly for a little bit too long, you had a hunch. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

He held out a hand to you. You took it and felt his anxiety, thrumming like the vibrations of a lute’s strings. “If I don’t hold you at night, you start to shake and”—he stopped himself, shrugging helplessly with a sad look on his face—“I can’t leave your side, knowing that you’re fighting something like that inside of your head.”

You blinked. “Is that why you haven’t left?”

He nodded.

You let out a sigh. “So it’s worse at night, when I’m sleeping and unable to mentally protect myself,” you muttered. Looking up at him, you tapped his chest lightly with the back of your hand. “So go hunt during the day. You’re not going to be able to take care of me if you’re weakened.”

He tipped his head as he stared at you, contemplating your reasoning. “You have a good point,” he finally conceded. “But if you feel so much as a slight shortness of breath, you had better tell me.”

“I never pictured you as a worrywort. You’re starting to sound like Gale,” you teased.

Astarion’s face wrinkled with disgust. “Ugh. Alright. You’ve convinced me. I’ll go hunt in the morning.”

Returning to the others, you sat down in the main area and accepted the dinner plate that Gale handed to you. 

Should I tell them about my ability? 

You pondered while you ate, listening to the conversation around you. It sounded like they were going to storm Gortash’s base tomorrow and get the last netherstone. After that… would be the Netherbrain. They were almost there. Save the city, save themselves.

No. They don’t need to know. They have enough on their minds.

The rest of the night passed with battle plans and an early rest.

***

“Go.”

“Are you sure—”

“They’ll need all the help they can get,” you insisted. “Seriously. I can handle it. I promise.”

Astarion stared at you for a few moments more before finally nodding. “Fine. You had better keep your word.”

You grinned. “When have I not?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, but then he gave you a seductive little smirk before leaning in and whispering in your ear. “If you don’t, I’ll have to punish you, darling.”

“Astarion!” you said, feigning offense.

Giving you a knowing smirk, he left with the others, but not without one last look at you, his eyes clearly scanning you for any symptoms. You shooed him off, and as the door closed, you went back to the bed and curled into a ball, breathing heavily and deeply.

“Fuck, I hate lying.”

You weren’t entirely lying. It was getting better with each day. But you still had those attacks, and one had just happened to occur right as everyone was leaving. You had managed to hold it in just long enough to get them all out the door, but now that they were gone, and while the camp guests were still resting, you could hide in your bed and just breathe.

After about ten minutes, you rolled out of bed, mostly good as new, just sweaty from your mental battle with the remnants of Orin’s insanity.

You spent the day sorting through the pile of loot and the pouches of alchemical supplies that the others had brought back while you were recovering. The potion supply had run low, so you also began to make potions.

It was mid-afternoon when Karlach returned all alone. She paced in front of the fireplace, muttering and wringing her hands. You quietly stayed out of the way, making sure she didn’t burn anything by accident, until she finally slumped down to her knees and put her face in her hands. You heard tremulous breaths, followed by a lot of deep, slow sighs. When even those quieted down, you slowly approached.

“It’s not fair,” she muttered as she turned to face you, a melancholy expression on her face. “I thought I’d feel better, after killing Gortash.” She stared down at her hands. “But in the end, I’m just going to die anyway.”

Your heart clenched. Hesitantly, you reached out and touched her arm, prepared for her emotions. At least, you thought you were. The despair hit you hard, bringing tears to your eyes. How could she stand it?

But you looked at your friend, who had begun to smile. “But would you believe it?” she asked in a hushed voice. “Being here, right now, alive… I’m actually happy?”

You could feel a fluttering of hope in her heart, like the soft beats of a butterfly’s wings. “I believe you,” you said softly, sharing her smile. “Despite everything, you’re here now. And we’ll be here with you for as long as possible.”

She opened her arms. “Hug?”

“Of course,” you said, hugging her tightly. You could feel the heat beneath her skin, pulsing more hotly than ever before. She was still touchable, but just barely. Closing your eyes, you felt for the lines of power around her engine.

Odd. It’s almost as if there’s a line missing…

Pulling away from her, you nodded towards her chest. “Can I try something… on your heart?”

Karlach nodded and gave you access.

You imagined a wet towel, cold and refreshing in the summer heat. Singing a song similar to what you used for her tent, you weaved a light blue web and wrapped it around her engine, hoping that it would bring at least a little bit of relief. You finished the spell and the lines of the spell sank into the metal.

“Oh?” Karlach touched her chest and took a deep breath. “I feel… a bit better!”

“Thank goodness,” you breathed. “I was afraid I would accidentally freeze it too much.”

“No, no, this is great! I… I feel like I can go on!”

In her excitement, you could feel the strands of your spell snapping under the pressure. “Wait, wait, calm down, Karlach. This is only a temporary relief. The spell is already starting to snap apart.”

She nodded and took another deep breath. “All right. Got it.” Then she smiled at you. “Thank you for trying.”

You hugged her again and felt her emotions in full force: her despair that she was desperately pushing down and her determination to live out whatever time she had with no regrets. 

“My strong, sweet friend,” you whispered.

She told you everything that happened on the way to fighting Gortash, and wrapped up her story just as the others returned.

“Feeling better?” Wyll asked as he immediately headed for Karlach, touching her shoulder.

She nodded, and the two of them smiled so softly at each other that you quietly snuck away to look for Astarion. You were surprised to see him looking a little down. He held out his hand to you.

Delicately placing your hand in his, you felt a somber emotion, humming quietly in his heart. You gently cupped his cheek, watching him close his eyes and lean into your touch. 

“I’m still thinking about Karlach. About what she said,” he murmured. When you tipped your head in confusion, he paraphrased for you. At the end, he frowned. “Gods. There really is no justice in the world.”

You could feel his sympathy, and it aligned with yours. “There has to be a way to find a cure.”

He shrugged. “I hope so. For her sake.” Then he blinked and looked at you. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you replied truthfully. 

Astarion nodded, taking your hand from his cheek and moving it to the inside of his elbow, escorting you back to the others. “I believe you, even though you lied to me this morning.”

Your jaw dropped. “How did you know?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You seriously think I can’t tell when you lie? You were sweating and your cute little pulse was practically jumping out of your neck.”

You sighed. Of course he could tell. “Good to know,” you muttered.

***

One last night together. They had all three netherstones. They had gathered their allies. Tomorrow, your friends would go off to face off with the Netherbrain. It was all or nothing.

After a nourishing dinner that you personally cooked, adding herbs that would increase their strength and energy, the others prepared their weapons and got ready for bed. You finished helping to mend everyone’s armor and clothing and finally called it a night, crawling behind Astarion as he sat at the edge of the bed, cleaning his daggers.

You wrapped your arms around him and lay your head on his shoulder.

He turned his head toward you. “Are you alright?”

“I… I want to go with you.”

You heard him set down his dagger and rag. Then he turned his whole body towards you.

“No.”

“But—”

“You must stay here.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but behind his vehement glare was something else. You touched his hand.

…fear…

“Why are you afraid?” you whispered.

His frown changed to a sad, helpless expression. “I… I can’t fight to my fullest if I’m distracted by… by what could happen to you.” He held your hands in his and brought them to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “I just want you safe.”

“You do realize that if you lose, nowhere is safe.”

“Yes, yes, it will be all tentacles and blood.”

“So let me help.”

He still shook his head. “You don’t have the battle experience,” he argued. “Look, I know you want to help, but you have to trust us. Trust me.”

You closed your eyes. Should I go anyway? No, let's be real. I can't fight. I can barely defend myself. Opening your eyes, you met his gaze. “All right. I won’t join you. But you better return.”

“Of course, darling.” He brought you in for a soft kiss on your forehead. “We still haven’t consummated our relationship, after all.”

“Astarion!”

He chuckled before gazing at you with adoring eyes. “My heart.”

Damn him and his charm. You couldn’t resist. You pressed your forehead against his. “My star.”

“You’ll be here when I return, right?” His voice sounded confident, but you could feel apprehension in your touch.

“Of course. I’d never leave you alone.”

He smiled and let out a small sigh of relief, nearly imperceivable if you weren’t also sensing it. “I’ll hold you to that,” he whispered.

***

While he was loath to leave his lovely witch, Astarion had to test her mental state. Once she was sleeping soundly, he pulled away from her, keeping a bit of distance as he watched her sleep. 

She frowned and shuddered, but she didn't curl into a ball. Her body tensed for a few moments, but then relaxed again. 

She wasn't entirely lying, I suppose. 

He lay back down next to her and watched her breathing for a little while longer before he went back to his trance state. 

***

Your companions left, armed to the teeth, ready to face their destiny. They told you to lock the room and hide along with Shadowheart’s parents. You nodded, told them you’d defend them if push came to shove, and sent them on their way.

The sounds of the battle raged around the city, but you stayed inside as they told you, your dagger on your belt. Arnell stayed alert, watching for any intruders, while Emmeline rested quietly.

Your seal suddenly began to pulse hard as you were kneeling in front of the fireplace, mending a pile of clothes. Heading to a window, you peered outside. The mind flayers were being pushed back, felled by anyone with a weapon. In the distance, out above the upper city, you saw the Netherbrain shudder and begin to veer toward the river. 

You closed your eyes and focused on its trajectory. 

Where are my friends? 

In your mind's eyes, you could see a spectrum of colored strands leading towards the docks.

You quickly grabbed your pack and stuffed it full of healing potions. Telling Shadowheart’s parents that you were headed out, you ran outside, dodging all the chaos and mayhem. When you finally reached the docks, you could see your friends standing at the end of one of them, the impact from the Netherbrain causing impressive waves. 

You started to call out to them, but stopped when you saw a mind flayer with them. Quietly, you walked up to them to listen. By context, you figured out that the mind flayer was, in fact, Prince Orpheus! You heard Lae’zel take on the duties of leading the rebellion, heard the prince argue for his own death by her hand.

“...Give me my freedom from this form, release my soul to the Astral Seas while I still have one to call my own.”

Lae'zel held Orpheus’ dagger, her expression sad, yet determined. 

“Wait!” you cried out, surprising the group with your presence. “There has to be another way.”

“I won’t become ghaik!” Orpheus declared emphatically.

 Lae’zel turned her gaze at you, her emotions complicated.

You came closer to him and gently reached out to touch his hand. The screaming inside of his mind was piercing, making your temples pound. How was he withstanding this? And yet…

Through the screaming, you could hear a pattern. You hummed a simple tune, countering the high pitched wails with a low harmony that balanced the sound.

Orpheus stared at you. “How are you doing that?”

“What is she doing?” Lae’zel asked.

“The screams… are quieter,” he said in astonishment.

“You may not be able to return to your people,” you said carefully. “But don’t you want to see this to the end? Don’t you want to witness their return?” You came close and knelt down to look Orpheus in the eyes. “Don’t you want to be there to provide guidance if they ask for it?”

He closed his eyes and bowed his head, deep in thought. 

“I can teach you this song, to subdue the screams,” you added. You hummed it again, a simple set of notes that he easily followed.

After a few minutes, he quietly spoke. “Perhaps you are right. I may not be the one to lead my people, but I can still bear witness to their glory.” He stood. “I shall find a place for myself in a corner of these realms, for even in darkness, the stars of Tu’narath will shine upon me.”

Prince Orpheus turned to leave, but he looked back at everyone. “You have all been worthy allies.” He nodded his head at you specifically. “I will take your words and your song with me.”

You watched him walk away, hoping that he would eventually find a path forward that would lead him back to his people. Lae'zel called for the red dragons, and as she mounted one of them, she looked at everyone in turn, her eyes finally resting on you. 

“I will not forget our time together. I have learned much, and will use our experience in the future.” She was silently pensive for a moment before she continued. “I am grateful. And I will miss all of you.”

She flew away, a new mission, a new journey across the planes. Your seal tingled in time with the beat of the dragon's wings. 

We'll see each other again, surely. 

As you turned back to the others, you noticed that Karlach had backed away from the group, and was now kneeling at the end of the docks, staring out into the water, clutching a hand to her heart. She was clearly in pain, and the flames around her were growing bigger with each passing moment.

“Karlach!”

You ran to her, touching her arm. The infernal fire was burning hotter and hotter, and you pulled your hand away from her skin with a hiss of pain.

“I can’t… I can’t go back…”

“But you’ll die!” Wyll said, who had joined you, kneeling beside her.

The smile she gave absolutely broke your heart. “I’d rather die free than be trapped in Avernus again.”

No! You reached out and placed your hand over her heart. “I can’t… I can’t let you die!” you cried out desperately.

Taking a deep breath, you sang. Cages of metal, chains of mithril, lining of ice, shields of cold, you sang and sang as your magic reinforced the insulating chamber that Dammon had made, becoming a self-cooling object, powered by the very infernal heat it produced. Closing the loop on the magic rune, you finished the song with hardly a breath left in your lungs.

“It… it worked!” Karlach looked at you in awe. “I think you fixed it!”

You shook your head. “Only for now. The rune will have to be renewed at some point, but I poured a lot of energy into it, and it feeds off itself to some extent.” On shaky legs, you slowly stood. “You’ll have to find something more permanent some day.”

“Still, that’s better than—” she stopped. “You don't look good.”

Your heart was beating fast, and you felt faint. Taking a few steps back, you bumped into Astarion, who stepped around you so he could look at your face.

“Darling?”

“I’m fine—” 

Your seal burned hotter than it ever had before. You fell to your hands and knees and screamed in pain. You reached for your back and tore at your shirt, exposing your seal to the cool air. It didn’t help much.

Astarion tried to touch your back, but he pulled his hand away quickly, his skin smoking.

“What… what is happening?” you cried. You felt as if your skin was being sloughed off, the burning sensation spreading from your seal to the rest of your body.

“Your seal is cracking,” he said. Astarion tried once again to touch you, but his hand burned with the effort.

“Don’t touch me!” you yelled. “You’ll only hurt yourself!”

He pulled away, fear in his eyes. Fear for you. Then he frowned and turned to the others. “Help her, dammit!”

Everyone else had gathered, trying to figure out how to help. Shadowheart tried all kinds of healing spells, but none of them worked.

Finally, finally, the pain began to wane and you could breathe again. You slowly stood up, and everyone stared at you in awe.

You looked down at yourself. Your clothes were burned at the fringes, your skin the same golden hue as when you had transformed. Your hair had burned away the ribbon that had held up your loose bun, so it flowed around you like flickering flames, the color of the setting sun.

“Are my eyes glowing?” you asked, and you were shocked to hear the sound of your own voice. It was as if it was inherently more melodic, like three layers of your voice coalescing to one.

You felt… powerful. You looked out at the horizon, the sun beginning to set, and felt like a new beginning was in store for you. The seal was gone, that tingle that used to be only on your back was now coursing throughout your entire body. The power…

Wait. The sun.

You quickly turned to Astarion and grabbed his face.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes wide in surprise.

“I… I can protect you from the sun.” You began to sing, almost desperately, the words coming to your mind quicker than you could get them out of your mouth.

A silver web began to form around Astarion, and slowly, each section of the web filled in with a bluish-silver film. Each lyric filled in another section, but there were so many, so very many…

A loud thunderclap went off near you, but you didn’t look. You were so focused on weaving your spell that you didn’t realize anything was happening until you were yanked away from him, as if an invisible hand had grabbed you and flung you out toward the sea.

***

It all happened like a flash of lightning. She was here. She was just here. And then she was torn away from him, thrown over the dock, over everyone’s heads, and into the sea. But there was no splash. Only a strange portal closing so suddenly that there was no chance of anyone following.

Everyone else was calling out her name, as if she would re-appear, just like that, and tell them all, just kidding, it was a joke.

Astarion fell to his knees. He felt so, so numb.

Somewhere, far away, he could hear people yelling at him to get up, to get away from the dock. He felt Karlach picking him up and dragging him away, felt Shadowheart healing his wounds (I’m wounded?), saw Gale cast Darkness above him as they took him inside the closest building to hide him from the damned sun.

But it all seemed so far, far away.

***

“He’s in shock.”

“No shit.”

“I don’t blame him. I can’t believe she just… disappeared.”

“Astarion. Astarion!”

A slap to his face didn’t seem to work. A second one did. He stared at Shadowheart, who had grabbed him by the collar, her hand raised to slap him once more. 

He pushed her away. “Enough!”

Shadowheart stepped back gracefully, and glared down at him. “Are you back?”

Letting out a tired breath, Astarion nodded before leaning his head against the wall. He looked at the others from his seated position and realized that they had taken him somewhere dark, with no windows. “...Thank you.”

Gale patted his shoulder, and while he’d normally be annoyed, he didn’t have the energy. He even felt… a bit appreciative? 

Gods, she’s gone.

A wave of despair crashed over him, but he pushed it aside. Hope was not yet lost. “So how do we find her?”

Everyone was deep in thought.

Jaheira and Halsin looked at each other for a moment, and Astarion immediately caught their glances. “What is it?”

“We need to go back outside to make sure. We’ll be back,” Jaheira said before she and Halsin walked away.

Minutes felt like hours, but they returned soon enough.

“We think we know where she is,” Halsin said. He paused, glancing at Jaheira.

Astarion stood straighter. “Well? Spit it out.”

He sighed. “She's probably in the Feywild.”

No one said a word for a few moments as they chewed on the theory.

“Most fey crossroads malfunctioned after the Spellplague,” Gale muttered. “How was there one here in a major city, unbroken?”

Jaheira shrugged. “Sometimes one will appear and reappear in relation to some kind of cycle. This crossroad was probably one of those. Probably.”

“Probably?” Astarion asked incredulously. 

Halsin nodded. “Given that we don’t know how to access it nor where it leads, we should wait for her to return.”

“Or we can search for another fey crossing somewhere and look for her,” Karlach said.

Both druids shook their heads.

“That is not a good idea,” Halsin replied. “It is easy to lose your way and never return. And time works differently there. You could enter for only a few minutes and come out a year later. Or worse.”

“You could miss each other by weeks, or decades,” Jaheira added. “I agree with Halsin. Better that one party stays in a stable location instead of two parties trying to circle around the Feywild looking for each other.”

Astarion could hear the logic in their words, see the reason in their conclusion. But he felt lost.

Shadowheart patted his shoulder. “She’ll find her way back. After all, she still needs to feed you.”

He looked at her. “So am I supposed to just sit around and wait for her?”

“Pretty much, yes.”

Hanging his head between his knees, he shut his eyes and willed himself not to panic. Who knows when she’ll be back. If she’ll be back.

“There’ll be plenty to do around the Gate,” Wyll said. “And those spawn you released may need some guidance.”

“He’s right. Do something nice, impress her when she returns,” Karlach said, giving him a light punch.

“Don’t you believe in her?” Shadowheart asked, daring him to say otherwise.

A small smile tugged on the corner of his lips. Of course she’ll come back. She wouldn’t leave me alone. She promised. Through the despair, he felt a glimmer of hope. 

Perhaps I could do something while I wait.

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Act III, Chapter 4 End notes: Oh snap, did any of you expect that? Did I surprise any of you with that twist? Or did you see it coming a mile away? Let me know in the comments what you think happened to her!

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Sindria's Prophet #33

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*CW coerced/forced polyamory mentioned ~POV Mori~ After the meetings I headed back to the guest tower; I needed a break or I was going to snap. I'd change into something more comfortable while I was at it. There were servants running in and out of the castle to prepare for the festival, and a familiar blond watching them from the shade of the guest Tower. I was surprised to see him out here. "Alibaba." I called to him, "Good morning," even though it was lunch time. A short deviation should be fine.

He turned to my voice. "Mori, it's you. Uh, yeah, good morning." The bags under his eyes could be worse. "Do you know what's going on?"

I explained about the celebration for the citizens paired with my Announcement. Then I asked, "Where's Aladdin?" Morgiana was probably training, but it was weird to see Alibaba without Aladdin tagging along.

"Well..." Alibaba trailed off while looking back at the crowd.

As if on cue, Aladdin ran into the courtyard from the Palace Gates. "Alibaba! There's so much food!" Then he saw me. "Miss Mori!"

"Hi Aladdin."

Aladdin's eyes sparkled while he looked at my chest and my adrenaline spiked. The young boy dropped his staff when he got close, and jumped at me with out-stretched hands. "It's good to see you!"

I grabbed his wrists before he could make contact and glared down at him. "Never touch people without their explicit permission." There was no way in hell I was going to let him grope me like he did to all those people in the original.

Aladdin whimpered even though I wasn't squeezing him. As soon as I let go of his wrists, he ran behind a frozen Alibaba for protection. "You were so nice before! Why now??" It was written in the Character Encyclopedia that Aladdin can sense when someone will be nice to him and let him do whatever he wants, but that wasn't women being nice.

I continued my lecture a little calmer, but no less pissed, "The only reason you've gotten away with this disgusting behavior so far is that you target those that you think are too meek to stop you or will think you're just a kid who doesn't know any better." His silence meant complacency, not necessarily understanding. I adjusted my glasses. "Aladdin. If you keep this up you will hurt people. They might not say anything but they will become terrified of others touching them. Is that what you want to do to someone?”

He and Alibaba shook their heads 'no.'

I wasn't going to accept it without making sure he knew what the problem was. "What are you going to do in the future?"

Aladdin stared up at me with tear filled eyes and when I didn't soften, he looked down and finally answered. "I'm not going to touch anyone without asking them first."

"And if they don't explicitly say 'yes?'"

He squeezed his eyes shut. "Then I won't touch them!”

I looked over at his King's candidate next. "I know you're currently an emotional mess, Alibaba, but promise me you'll stop taking him to the red light district. That's no place for a child."

Alibaba just nodded with a terrified expression.

I sighed. 'You'd think I cut his hands off with how they're acting.' Aladdin was in the wrong but I was definitely taking my anger out in him.

I really needed alone time. They were standing between me and the door to the guest tower. Whenever I started walking closer they flinched. My only option was to return to where the others were. Luckily, Ja'far led me to a quiet studying room to rest.

I collapsed onto a plush lounge. Seeing those two reminded me that I still hadn't gotten the chance to talk to Aladdin about the future or Alma Toran. Now was definitely not the time for that. I needed to stop thinking in general with how my head was buzzing or I'd have a meltdown or breakdown or both. 'And there's more after this?' Meditation would help a little. I was at least able to block out some of the sounds drifting in from the hallway. The more I was able to get the world to quiet around me, the more obvious the waves became. They weren't as high as when they spiked last week, but something about them reminded me of that night. I still hadn't figured out what happened that night to affect the waves like that. --- ~POV Sinbad~ The Announcement to the citizens went exactly as planned. The people cheered as King Sinbad introduced his Beautiful Prophet. After mingling at the start of the feast, he could relax and have some fun too. This day was to officially bring Mori into his circle, and yet they had been unable to share a moment alone since sharing morning greetings. Mori was walking towards the steps down into the rest of the festival. Sinbad rose from his chair to catch up with her.

"Following after her already, Sin?" Hinahoho called attention to his actions.

The giant wasn't the only one waiting for the King's answer. Their expectations put a bad taste in his mouth. Sinbad laughed off the comment. "Is there a reason I shouldn't spend time with the guest of honor?" He crossed his arms.

The oldest General laughed. "Yeah, yeah. I'll believe that's the reason until you return with her clinging to your arm instead of some call girl."

Sinbad smiled as he waved away the comment. His old friend had inadvertently given him the perfect idea on how to quell the rumors. Delicious wine. Delicious food. Beautiful women. His country had all in spades. It was time for Sinbad to prove he still deserved the nickname 'The Womanizer of the Seven Seas.' --- ~POV Mori~ Walking around a carnival back home rarely overwhelmed me because they make me feel like an anonymous observer. It's a type of stimulation I can disassociate to while walking around and recharging. However, since Sinbad had introduced me to the citizens, I was being recognized. I had wanted to wander to get some alone time, and clear my thoughts, but this wasn't too bad. They were at least understanding that I wanted to stay in the shade. 'I can deal with this.'

One thing that the series made abundantly clear was that Sinbad took good care of his people. Those under him were fulfilled and happy. I know it was a festival so people were bound to be cheerful -and this was the party country- but this was different than reading about it. The same care that Sinbad gave his people was gifted forward to anyone who visited Sindria. I had felt it that day I went shopping with Pisti, and I was feeling it again now. Sinbad's will on the waves had a contagious affect on the people here. I liked it as much as it made me understand why all of the magi turned against Sin in one way, shape, or form.

Excited eyes sparkled when their owner finally got their turn to ask me a question. "Lady Prophet, is it true that you're going to marry our King?"

I would have been surprised if I hadn't been asked this exact question several dozen times already since my walk began. I explained that was wrong and left. My stomach tightened. 'I should probably avoid Sinbad a bit longer.'

I saw more of my OC's, gave them prophecies like I did for Kain and Behr the other week, and guessed their pasts with the 100% accuracy one would expect of their creator. It added credibility to my ability to read Fate, and raised the people's view of me. It wasn't the alone time I had wanted, but it was a huge mood booster.

The Sun was getting close to setting when I finally noticed how hungry I was getting again. I could have gotten something from one of the street venders, but I remembered the fish at the King's table, and wanted more of that. And Ja'far had made sure there was sulfate free alcohol for me in the form of mead (honey wine). I hadn't had any earlier, and I definitely was in the mood now.

Climbing the steps back up to the platform proved just how sore my legs were getting from all the walking. I've had joint and hip problems since I was a teen, so I was used to this. After resting while eating I could walk around some more before needing to call it quits. Not like I could leave early as the guest of honor.

"OH MY!!" A woman's voice cooed, and was accompanied by the giggling of half a dozen other similar voices. The sight that greeted me when I reached the top of the steps dealt far more damage than any amount of joint pain. I had forgotten that while I was out, there was a certain man that was bound to embody hedonism for the evening.

((CW is for next paragraph)) The familiar feelings of disgust, jealousy, and guilt twisted in my stomach. It was a stark reminder of what I already knew. Sinbad flirted with me but in no way was that exclusive to me. And even if he was romantically interested in someone, I seriously doubted he would be monogamous (certainly not sexually). A flirt can only be entertained by the novelty of any relationship for so long before it stops being enough for them -my own ex-fiancé made sure I'd learn that the hard way. I was coerced into polyamory by him for our last 10 months together. I learned that I actually enjoy poly. As long as my partner only flirts with me and with people I'm also with in front of me then I don't care who they flirt with when I'm not around. But I couldn't keep up with having multiple relationships -ever since I was little I've only ever preferred having a few close friends etc. I ended up ignoring my friends to have the emotional energy to give my partners and failed anyway from being spread too thin. Unless I'm living in a polycule, it isn't worth it for me. Ever since seeing myself in this dress this morning I kept ending up thinking about my past. 'I need to ignore Sinbad.'

The King's waves tried to guide me towards him, but I was not going to let that corner of the platform make my mood worse. The praise I had been soaking up for the past few hours kept me grounded. Sinbad might be the King of this country but many of its people were mine. I refused to make eye contact with anyone in that gaggle of indulgence. Instead, I b-lined for the table and the food on it. The fish was delicious, and the mead made it tastier.

All of the Generals were still there. Drakon's wife, and Hina's children were also on the platform. As I filled my plate and cup, I exchanged pleasantries, but mostly I just listened to their merry making. It was hard to ignore Skarrkan and Yam's flirting? fighting? flirting (I was right the first time) because of how loud they were. The best part was that I couldn't hear much past them. When I finished eating I decided to stay a while longer to enjoy the mood at the table. I wasn't really a part of their family yet, but it felt really nice to be able to watch them all have fun.

I noticed Ja'far walking around the table. He came to stand next to me. "How are you enjoying the celebration, Mx. Prophet?" He smiled while he emphasized my role. Maybe he accepted me more than I thought.

I smiled up at him. "I'm not the type that parties very often, but I am enjoying myself." I raised my now empty cup. "Thank you again for accommodating me."

"Of course. I only wish we knew about your allergies sooner." Ja'far was ever the gracious host. He reminded me of my younger sibling the way he strived to make everyone feel at ease and welcome at events like this.

I gave a look out to the festival, "I was having too much fun," before looking back at him. "There aren't many benches or places to rest, so my legs are a bit tired from walking so much."

"Oh." Ja'far raised one hand to his chin and looked out to the city. "I know we have some accommodations, but I guess we've grown passed what we prepared for."

I nodded. "It's one of the reasons I chose to come back here to eat. That way I could sit down to rest for a while before heading back out."

"If that's the case," Sinbad's voice somehow cut over everyone else's, "you should come sit with me." The entire table went silent when they noticed their King's words. The Womanizer of the Seven Seas was showing me his most charming smile while both his arms were around the waists of the women sitting on each of his legs.

'Is he seriously asking me to join his harem for the evening?'

Masrur commented from the peanut gallery, "Womanizer of the Seven Seas."

Ja'far spoke with the disgust I was feeling, "Just ignore him."

That's what I had been trying to do this whole time but, "If I don't respond to him at all, he's just going to keep bothering me until I do." I spoke quietly so only the General would hear.

"You may be right."

I gave my answer to the King. "I'll pass. There doesn't seem to be any room for me over there anyway."

Sinbad laughed. "What are you talking about?" He guided both women off of his lap, and held out a hand towards me. "You know I'll always make a spot for my Beautiful Prophet." Those dark feelings from earlier started to boil.

Ja'far made a comment about his King's drunken behavior. I could feel all of the eyes on us; I wouldn't be surprised if some were preparing popcorn.

Sinbad narrowed his eyes and softened his smile. "Aren't you the one that's always saying how much you like 'playing' with me?"

Fine. This was fine. If Sinbad wanted to play that game, I'd play. I could twist his words and play with those women instead. They were all wearing the same clothes and jewelry like a uniform, so they were call girls who would flirt with anyone. 'They're just doing their jobs. This is between me and Sinbad.' The waves were following my lead; I would punish Sin directly. --- ~POV Sinbad~ The buzz Sinbad had going from all the wine he had was nothing compared the pleasure he was going to receive from all of the women surrounding him. Their giggles and praise were a song he had missed for too long while he was in Balbadd. Still, it was a shame he hadn't been able to have fun with his Beautiful Prophet since the party started.

As if the to answer his desires the waves rose and brought Mori with them. His pulse quickened at the sight of her in anticipation of that feeling only she gave him. Yes, what could be better than having his Beautiful Prophet on his lap swooning along side these lovely ladies?

His waves directed Mori towards her King, but she went to the table instead. That was fine; the women on his lap and around him were more than desperate for his attention. Still, the way Mori seemed to refuse to look at him while she chatted with the others only fueled his desire for her more. Mori smiled up at Ja'far while they talked. Was she going to flirt with everyone except him? Not only was Sinbad prime real estate for flirting right now, Mori said he was her favorite. She flirted with him regularly.

Luckily, Mori's words gave him the answer. "...I could sit down to rest for a while before heading back out." She must have just been distracted by conversation while resting.

Meaning it was up to the Womanizer of the Seven Seas to remind her. "If you're looking for a place to rest, you should sit with me." Some of the women around him bemoaned the idea, and some were interested in meeting the Prophet.

Mori exchanged some words with Ja'far before answering. "I'll pass. There doesn't seem to be any room for me over there anyway."

That was an easy enough problem to solve. Sinbad disappointed the women sitting on him by guiding them off of his lap. They were nothing compared to the bigger prize Mori would be when she finally joined him. "What are you talking about?" He beckoned Mori with one hand. "You know I'll always make a spot for my Beautiful Prophet." She didn't respond, but the waves encouraged him to give another push. "Aren't you the one that's always saying how much you like 'playing' with me?"

Mori finally stood up and started making her way towards him. "You're right. I do enjoy having you as a playmate." Her smile was different than the one she normally showed him. Something about it and the way she walked was more provocative.

He had waited all day for this. 'Finally.'

She came right up to her King. The red stone hanging on the chain between her breasts swayed when she stopped. With her chest closer to his eye level, he finally got confirmation of something that caught his eye during the meetings: Mori had a freckle on the inside of her left breast. ((It's actually a scar))

She reached for his outstretched hand and stopped. "Do I have permission to touch you, my King?" Every fiber of his being told him she was talking about more than touching his hand.

"Of course."

She took his hand in her own and intertwined their fingers. "Thank you for your explicit consent." She stepped closer until her legs pressed against his and caused the fabric of his robes to pull. She was taking her sweet time which only raised his expectations. Mori's voice was dark and sweet in a way that demanded his attention. "Now, there's something about this game I apparently need to make clear."

Sinbad squeezed her hand lightly while gazing into her eyes. "Oh? And what's that?" Had his Beautiful Prophet ever looked this hungry for him?

Instead of answering, Mori started leaning over him and he felt the finger tips of her free hand traced his clavicle and slide over his shoulder as they found their way into the hair at the base of his neck. Sinbad's heartbeat quicken at Mori's sudden boldness. Sinbad lifted his free hand, but before he could pull her onto his lap, Mori stopped him. "Uh-uh. I didn't say you could touch me." Why not? -Her breath was on his right cheek. The whisper that followed caused a chill to run along his spine. "There's nothing I'd love more than to play with you and wind you up for the rest of the evening." He'd love that too. "But knowing that it will be one of the ladies here to reap the benefits of my hard work, well, that's just not fair." Mori's quiet voice made the inside of his skull tingle, and his thoughts fuzzy. "I'm actually exceptionally greedy that way, my King."

Sinbad's chest swelled with the feeling that only Mori gave him on top of the lust she was igniting. "Why wouldn't you be the one to reap the benefits?"

Mori let out a quiet sigh that rose his libido higher. Her left hand combed through his hair making his scalp tingle on the outside just as much as it already was on the inside. "You're too drunk to remember, I guess." The disappointment in her voice caused his chest to tighten. What did he forget?

The waves showed Mori leaving. How could he make her stay? "Do I have permission to touch you?" What if he played by her rules?

"Not this time." Mori's left hand pulled a lock of his hair over his shoulder and to her lips as she stood up straight. "I only came over to add a new rule to the game." The nails of Sinbad's free hand pressed into his palm. "I don't care who else you play with, but when you play with me, I expect your undivided attention." She let his hair fall. Her expression was far too calm and collected compared how his own heart was racing.

Mori's actions and words fueled a desire he had never had before. She let go of his hand, and he gave no resistance. He had lost all strength due to his sudden realization.

"Showing me such a cute expression isn't enough to make me stay, my King." What expression was he making? "Heeheehee," Mori's giggle was proof that she knew what she was doing to him. Her next words only rubbed in why she was leaving. "I can see that there are still a few ladies waiting for their turn at your attention," she looked at the women surrounding him, "So I'll have to play with you another time." Mori left her King's side. Sinbad let Mori go, but only because he couldn't think of how to make her stay. "I look forward to it."

"It's my turn next!" "Me too! Me too!"

Each of Sinbad's legs were occupied just like he wanted. 'But I...' His hands went to their waists on reflex. This didn't make sense to him -Mori was still right there. '...I don't need their attention...' Mori was leaving down the steps. '...If I have you...' Describing the desire in words shook him to his core. Maybe he was just too drunk. Never before had he wanted to leave behind the guaranteed pleasure of multiple partners, just to keep one person by his side.

((This last scene is one I've been looking forward to writing and drawing only a few months into writing this fic. I couldn't decide which moment to draw. I didn't want to regret not drawing more of it so I turned it into a full comic :D That isn't the only reason this took so long though ;-; 

I hit autistic burnout. Got sick twice (bedridden for multiple days both times). We found signs that someone tried to break into our house through my bedroom window. It has been rough. We've done a lot of work on the yard so that this rundown house looks less like a target. We still have more to do, but now the smog from Canada has put that on hold because it is not safe to be outside.

I am putting my health and safety first which is why this took so long. I haven't gotten so bad to faint which is really good. I have gotten close a few times though. Lyly has been helping me a lot when I have an episode, so I'm not going through this alone :3 I've also scheduled with work for time off here and there for the next few months so I'll be able to rest more regularly!))

[little-tyrant-gortash]

Oathbreaker

Pairing: fem!Tav x Enver Gortash, fem!Tav/Astarion

Tags: Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Manipulative Relationship, Paladin Tav (Baldur's Gate), Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Drunk Sex, Unrequited Love, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Scars, Blood and Injury, Injury, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Torture, Psychological Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture

Word count: 2,107

Ao3 here.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Chapter 9.

Chapter 10.

Chapter 11.

Chapter 12.

Chapter 13.

Chapter 14.

Chapter 15.

Chapter 16.

Chapter 17.

Chapter 18.

Chapter 19.

Chapter 20.

Chapter 21.

Chapter 22.

Chapter 23.

Chapter 24.

Chapter 25.

Chapter 26. ⬇

Chapter 27.

Chapter 26: All Of It

"Tav."

"Mm?"

Gortash had been staring at the wall but didn't see it at all. He had been stroking her head while she cried, but it didn't take her too long to calm down. Now, she just rested in his arms, not moving an inch.

If she thought she'd smite him five minutes earlier, she realised that she wouldn't be able to do it. Especially not if his arms were still this comfortable.

"I want to be a better man for you."

It felt like a hand gripped her throat to choke her. She wished he'd never said this. She couldn't know if it was just yet another way to manipulate her to do someone else's bidding; it had been complicated with Astarion, yes, but it was so much worse with Gortash.

"I don't want you to change because of me", she murmured in his chest.

"But I want to."

Tears flooded her eyes. Again. Whenever she thought she had no more tears, she always found out that she was wrong.

"Are you saying this because you think I want to hear this?"

"No. I say it because I mean it."

"Does that mean that you're thinking about leaving Bane?"

Gortash felt conflicted. Actually conflicted. Doubt, even if fleeting, crossed his mind. How to word it so she would understand…?

"I can't do that."

His whispered words told her so much more than anything else. Can't. He was unable to. Tav recalled what she'd picked up about Bane, which wasn't much. God of Tyranny and Darkness, all things she didn't particularly like. She'd seen what Shar had done to Shadowheart, who, in their early relationship, told her that many people feared the dark but Sharrans embraced it in it's glory. Tav preferred sunlight. Especially after she saw what Shar had done to Shadowheart when she turned away from her.

Why turn to darkness when in light, things were so much more beautiful? Maybe she'd need to go back to Sorcerous Sundries to learn more about his god. To know why he 'can't' leave him.

"And how are you planning to be a better man if you're still a tyrant?"

Her question was almost rhetorical, he knew. But, he tried to answer it.

"I may make harsh decisions. But with you on my side, you could… ease them."

Tav pulled away a little, looking up at him with a frown.

"You'd actually allow me to have a say in anything in the city?"

"You'll be my Archduchess", he pointed it out, "of course you'll have a say in everything."

His Archduchess. Tav felt the anger rise again. Her expression changed, and at first, he couldn't understand why. She pulled away, and he let her. She sat up, her stomach rumbling quietly.

"If I remember correctly, I gave the ring back to you."

Gortash sat up as well with a small smile. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the ring.

"Fortunately, I have it with me."

She stared at him for a long time, trying to decide whether she should smack him off the bed or not.

"I said that whatever we had was over. That I'll never forgive you."

"I urge you to reconsider that, because, you see, you've stopped that plot, and not only that, you've made me realise that I do want Baldur's Gate to be safer for children."

Tav narrowed her eyes at him.

"What the hells are you talking about?" She hissed angrily, like a cat that was ready to strike at any moment. "You want to make me believe that the sad story of my shit childhood inspired you?"

"Not just yours", Enver tilted his head slightly. "Mine, too."

Her brows twitched, and Gortash realised she had absolutely no idea about where did he really come from. That was surprising; hadn't she met any of those who thought that he should've stayed underground with the mob? That he had no rights to claim the power he seized?

"I've established a shelter for the refugees at Rivington", he added, lowering the ring in his lap to play with it. He hadn't had his golden rings on, just the gauntlet with the Netherstone in it, and of course, the pieces of gold that covered all of his arms. "You were right, you know. They could stay there until we reach the next step of our plan."

"And you think this is supposed to make me dance back to you?!"

Tav didn't look any less angry. Gortash said nothing, just thought a clear, confident 'yes'. But then, he had to realise that this would be just a little bit harder than he thought. He sighed and moved backwards, off the bed to kneel beside it. He put the ring on the spot where he sat a moment ago, then folded his arms and rested them on the edge of the bed. Tav's anger dissolved a little; especially when she saw that he could conjure the most innocent looking puppy eyes.

I really must smite this man.

"How can I prove it to you that I'd do anything for you to forgive me?"

Interesting.If she could ask for anything in the world from the city's most powerful man, what would it be? Currently, all she had on her mind was food. She couldn't think straight when she was so hungry, and especially, when she remembered of the delicious meal he'd prepared for her in the middle of the night…

No, she should establish hard limits for their shared plan. She didn't particularly like that he wished to tadpole literally everyone to control them better, but at the same time, the more people she met, the less she cared about what happened to other adults. Children, though, were different for her. They were simply off limits.

"Never hurt the kids." She decided quietly. "Don't kidnap them, don't hurt them. Treat them right, make them feel safe and taken care of. And not just you, but the countless True Souls out there, too."

"Alright", Enver murmured quietly, reaching out to touch her knee, to stroke it with his thumb. "I can do that."

"Swear to me that you'll protect them."

"I swear."

Her lips trembled when she realised that he'd never looked more honest and serious. Little did she know that he wasn't just promising to protect those children he could care less about, but he also had their own child in mind. He'd build his empire for his own blood in a way that it'd be the safest place for them.

As he watched her reach out for the ring with a sigh, slipping it back on her left middle finger, he could feel it again. That stirring. That bittersweet tightness in his chest. He never liked to feel this, because it could be weaponized against him, but at the same time, it was all he lived for lately. Her affection. Her attention. Her presence. Her.

"Tav", he murmured again, indecisively.

"Yes?"

She reached down to gently run her fingers in his hair. He closed his eyes, enjoying it for a moment, before he sighed and glanced up at her again.

"I lov-"

"No", she abruptly cut him off, removing her hand from his hair with a pained expression. "No, don't say that."

"Why not?" Gortash furrowed his brows, then climbed back up on the bed to wrap his arms around her.

"Those "three little words" are "everyone's favourite"", Tav whispered, her tone sad, "but I don't like them."

"May I know why?"

She melted against him, and he finally felt like he was whole again. She rested her head where his heart was, listening to the beat that seemed a bit too fast.

"Astarion purposefully used them to get what he wanted from me", she admitted softly. "I don't believe it when I hear it since then. I don't want to hear it. I always think it's a lie."

Gortash could add one more thing to the list he hated Astarion for. Then, he smiled as he kissed the top of her head.

"Well, then… I hate you way less than the rest of the world."

He could feel her giggle in his arms, and it made him smile, too.

"I hate you way less, too", she murmured, snuggling closer to him.

As the room got darker around them, he gently maneuvered with her to lie down on the bed and cover her with the blanket. They didn't talk anymore, just rested comfortably for a while… until she suddenly pulled away from him.

"What's wrong?"

He sat up just when she did, but he suspected it as soon as she rushed across the room, right to the open bathroom. By the time he stopped behind her, she was already trying to get rid of the rest of the small amount of food that remained in her stomach. Enver shifted behind her, helping with her hair.

"Uhh, no", she groaned and tried to wave him away, "don't… look…"

"It's fine", he replied quietly, "I've seen worse, you know."

Imagining the 'worse' he might've seen made her gag again.

"You don't- have to…" She pushed his hand away, and he let her. Tav leaned over the basin now, using some water from it to refresh herself. "It's a persistant illness, it seems. I'll have to visit a healer…"

"It's not an illness", Gortash murmured.

She reached for a towel with a shaking hand and dried her wet face.

"You have absolutely no idea what you're talking about", she groaned. "I've had this for days by now, I can't keep anything down."

"Tav", Gortash sighed. "Think."

"How can you even tell me such a thing? Tav, think. That's the worst someone can say when the other is down with an upset tummy. Do you have any idea how bad it is to feel this sick??"

Gortash said nothing at first, just smiled. Another symptom he could tick off the list. Sudden, drastic mood swings. How could she be so blind to the obvious? She should've known. Unless her symptoms were very different that one time when she conceived…

"Tav-"

"Stop Taving me! Spit it out! Why can't you ever just say what's on your mind?! Why must I drag everything out of everyon-"

"Darling", Gortash took her hands in his with a small smile. His thumbs rubbed her palms, as he attempted to calm her down. "We've been together, almost every day, for almost three months."

"And?! Why is that so important right now?!"

"Because you said your cycles returned to normal after that incident", he gently pointed it out, "but you haven't had a period since you were with me for the first time."

Tav stared at him in the dim light, shocked. For a minute, she couldn't even say anything. That couldn't possibly be. Before Gortash and before Astarion, she'd spent time with others – sure, not just men –, but she was never blessed with a child. It remained an impossible, unreachable dream that never would come true. This was one of the main reasons she parted ways with the gods in general. They refused to help her in every regard. If the fact that she'd been abandoned as a baby and her horrible childhood weren't bad enough, she'd never be able to experience what was it like to be a mother. To prove that she'd be better than her own parents.

But now that Gortash pointed it out… how couldn't she notice? Was she that head over heels for him that it didn't even occur to her? The room started to spin. Enver kept rubbing her palms when he saw she paled further.

Dread. She was filled with utter dread. He was right. It seemed that perhaps the gods were waiting for the right moment to bless her. And it was his. She carried the child of the Chosen of Bane under her heart. Her hands trembled in his hands. What if he didn't want it? What if-

"Everything will be alright, I promise", he reassured her, "I'll personally make sure that everything will be alright, Tav."

"You- you want it?" She barely could say the words out loud, her heart felt like it was beating outside of her body.

"Of course I want it", he sounded so gentle as he reassured her, "why wouldn't I?"

"I don't- I don't know", tears flooded her eyes, and he cupped her face in his warm hands.

"Tav, with you, I want everything." He kissed her forehead. "The good, the bad, the unexpected, all of it." He lowered his head, so their foreheads touched. "All of it."

[cheriboms]

BTTF Year-End Tag Game!

Thank you to both @bttf-dork and @future-boi for tagging me in this ;w; also pika ur comments about my art WAHHHH ILYSM <33 oTL

This year:

How many times would you guess you watched the first back to the future movie?

Since I only hopped on this time train towards the final third of the year lol: fully all the way through, at least 4! Otherwise I've jumped around a lot while looking for clips and references and stuff. So if I stitch all those together, then we'll say approx 5ish :) The first movie is my favorite one!

Did you get any sweet bttf merch? If so, what?

Noooo, I don't really have any merch for things I like, actually... it gives me too much anxiety to publicly show my interests ;w;

How many cans of Pepsi Free did you chug this year?

None LOL I don't really drink soda to begin with, but if I do, I prefer white (lemon lime) soda anyway :P

What was a favorite bttf fanfic you read this year?

I'm going to be honest, I... don't read fanfic very much. 🫣 I usually end up creating my own stuff (art/writing) when I have free time vs looking at other people's, which ik I need to get better at T_T So I don't have a loooot to rec... that being said I MUST shout out "Emmett's first weather expirement." by @alex-a-fans !!! <3 It is my greatest treasure of the year <333

I also really liked "incredible" by @penny-anna, which I read before I officially entered le fandom ;w; lone pine doc and baby marty my beloveds !!!!!

Finally, like basically all of the Doctober prompts from @doctorbrown *O* Days 8, 22, and 30 are some of my favorites, but I really recommend them all oTL theyre SOOO GOOOOOD !!!!!

A favorite bttf fanart you saw this year? (please give us a link, not a screencap/repost!)

See: everything I reblogged. Jk but fr, everyone is so so talented it's really hard to choose :'0 Here's a bunch of some of my faves in no particular order!!

[x] from @hearts-for-winona | [x] from @maxintime | [x] from @future-boi | [x] from @bttf-dork | [x] from @synthsays and @daryfromthefuture | [x] from @therobotwig | [x] from @22194isbestboy | [x] from @mythical-bookworm | [x] from @mkayeatsspaghetii | [x] from @tobytost / @tobytost-star

Did you create any bttf fanart or fanfic? If you did, what one(s) are you proudest of?

Yes I did !!! It is actually the most fan content I've ever made for a fandom since I was in... maybe junior high? So like YUH. Tbh, it's very difficult for me to find what you would call 'pride' in my art so ehh >_>; that being said, I do think that I had a lot of good IDEAS for Doctober (esp days 19 and 28), but my execution wasnt really the best. I would have liked to draw days 17 and 24 (+ time travel day) a little more properly too; like, I'm not as disappointed at how they turned out, but I still wish they were better and/or I could have given them more time. The ones I most actually-tried-and-dont-mind are days 7, 9, and 21 + under the sea dance day. (So many links was probably cheating but tbf I've kinda bent the rules for the past few questions so... whatevs lol). I've ALSOOO still been working on my godforsaken essay, it is 40 pages rn but even tho it's not done, I'm INSANELY proud of it Q_Q

How many times were you late for school this year?

None! B) For one thing I'm graduated lol, but also I'm typically early gang. I'm that person who'd sit in the classroom by myself for like 5 minutes before everyone else would show up LMBO ^^;

Did you watch any other movies/tv shows with BTTF actors in them?

Yess I did!! A... lot actually :0 Most of them were by chance/pre bttf era, but still :P Here is my list as well as I could find, sorry it is soooo long, but what are ya gonna do:

Star Wars/The Mandalorian; The Addams Family (1991); The Tale of Desperaux (2008); Cyberchase; & Clue (1985) -- Christopher Lloyd, havent rewatched the latter 3 since I was a kid and literally went :0 to learn he apparently was in them. Also Kings Quest (2015) which isn't a movie/show but I think it counts uwu

Stuart Little (1999) -- Michael J. Fox, which also rocked my world to discover O_O like hearing it now I'm like "yeah thats him alright" but as a kid I would never have been able to tell you that was the same guy from that time travel movie, despite watching both way too much LMBO

Elf (2003) & Last Vegas (2013) -- Mary Steenburgen, nothing much to say except that she slayed ^_^

Love at the Christmas Table (2012) -- Lea Thompson, I didn't care for it and was shouting "LEA GET OUT OF THIS MOVIE, UR BETTER THAN THIS" like the whole time lol.

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002) & Curious George (2006) -- apparently these have Donald Fullilove (Goldie Wilson) in them? Same w Jason Scott Lee (Whitey) in Lilo & Stitch (2002)??? And Star Wars/Kenobi show apparently had Flea (Needles)????? ...HUH.

I binged both the entirety of Law and Order: SVU as well as Seinfeld this year w my sister; apparently Mary Steenburgen, Lea Thompson, & Casey Siemaszko (3-D) are in at least one episode of the former, while Elsa Raven (Clocktower Lady) and Ricky Dean Logan (Data) are apparently in a random episode of Seinfeld each. So like, technically I saw them, tho I don't distinctly remember it :'D Also, I have been making my way through Little House on the Prairie recently, which has Matt Clark (Chester the Bartender) in a few episodes !

Finally finally finally, I watched I Don't Feel at Home in This World Anymore (2017), as well as the LOTR trilogy like. Twice? And they all have Elijah Wood of course >:3c

Was there a memorable moment you heard a Huey Lewis song this year?

None in the wild, no :P But I did end up being in the top 0.1% of listeners for Huey Lewis this year... so UHHHHH take that as u will LMBO

How many times did you fall down this year?

Hmmm idk?? Probably at least 1 I would think ???

Did you get to see BTTF: The Musical? What was your experience like!

Nooo, I didn't even know it existed until like October !!! It looks super fun but atm/last I checked it doesn't come to where I live so :( I should listen to the soundtrack soon!

How many times did your mom retell the story of how she and your father met?

At least three times, and then probably a few times I'm forgetting :P

If you could describe your year in a BTTF quote, which one would it be?

The year in general is definitely "Oh great, the atrocity channel!" LMBO (but when hasn't it been since like... 2020? 2016???). For me personally, I think it's either "I don't know if I could take that kind of rejection." or "Don't talk to anyone, don't touch anything, don't do anything, don't interact with anyone, and try not to look at anything." ^^;

⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️ Did you get to: go on any trains, skate on a skateboard, ride a horse, drive a Delorean, run in the rain, go to a dance, hang up a clock, play the guitar, pull an all-nighter, read science fiction, or drive thru Burger King this year?

Your future is whatever you make it! So what are you going to make of this coming year?

I think I'm going to try to post more of the things I make, like my art and especially my writing ;w; Most of the time I'm quite George-ish and am too scared to put any of my stuff out there, for fear that no one will like it, so... I need to get better about that. Also I'd LIKE to get a full-time job and my own place some time next year, but we will see !!!

Idrk who to tag :0 ik @brinkle-brackle @mythical-bookworm and @alex-a-fans have already been tagged but havent technically done it yet... maybe also @backintime @tobytost @ectojester @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 @itsthemorph @doctorbrown @knickynoo and @fourth-dimensional-thinker :) but no pressure to do it, just didnt catch if youd been tagged or not!

[sweet-little-iris]

I posted 661 times in 2022

That's 646 more posts than 2021!

112 posts created (17%)

549 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@heavyarms55

@rinlanddess

@lets-talk-panties

@want-to-be-iris

I tagged 637 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

#femininity - 254 posts

#tgcomic - 98 posts

#feminization - 97 posts

#cuteness - 65 posts

#owned sub - 59 posts

#genshin - 38 posts

#female pov - 35 posts

#hypnosis - 21 posts

#youtube - 16 posts

#mind control - 14 posts

Longest Tag: 35 characters

#i just want a normal life as a girl

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I got to take some new pics today!! What do you like better, black or white?

49 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#4

Me and a lot of the mutuals I've interacted with

54 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

#3

Way back around middle school, I began to realize my deep need to be feminine, and I fought it every day, even wearing oversized clothes to hide my slender frame because i "shouldnt" be feminine. In my first year of high school, a friend left her onepiece swimsuit at camp and it was given to me to deliver it... Of course I tried it on, and it blew my mind! The fight ended that day, femininity won with a single blow. It wasn't a sudden total change, but it was a decisive victory.

True story. I cannot deny the power of the swimsuit!

78 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

#2

Michael was a lazy jobless freeloader. Like many other people, he would stop by the fancy chocolate store for the free samples when he was at the mall each weekend, but he would always take extra, despite being told to stop.

One day the clerk told him he had a new flavor he'd like him to taste test, since he was one of their best customers, if not a paying one. Michael wouldn't turn down free chocolate, so of course he agreed, signed the NDA and stuff without bothering to read it, of course, and was taken to the back room.

He woke up on a bench as the mall was closing, and couldn't even remember going for his free sample, but he had a big box of chocolates from that store, and it had a note attached which read "our FREE gift to you!", So... free stuff, whatever!

He rationed the chocolates out over the week. He'd never had anything quite like them, very tasty! Each one seemed to melt into his very core. Even better, he was losing weight, and nothing else had changed, so it must have been the new chocolates! But when the weekend rolled around he was out, and he wanted more... He needed more!

He went back to the store and was welcomed, and ushered back into the back room, and woke up on the bench again, with no memories, and with another free box. It felt hard to think too hard about it... or about anything, really. It's free and it's amazing! So he stopped thinking too hard and left.

Over the next week his hair started growing faster, but he'd always wanted to try a manly ponytail, right? So he put it up... higher... higher, yes, now that's a manly ponytail that will sway nicely as he walks! Time to go to the mall and snag some more chocolates!

He woke up on the bench, as usual, but he didn't care. Thinking about it was hard. He took the bag of stuff home and went about his week, eating his chocolates every day. By the end of the week his nipples we're getting really sensitive and rubbing against his shirt, and looking for a solution he found that bag of stuff had a cow pattern bikini top. Huh. Well, it would do the job, and no one would notice, and thinking about it was hard, so he just put it on and felt much better. Off to the mall!

He woke up happy and took his bag to go home. Where was his shirt? Everyone could see his bikini! Well, thinking about it was too hard, so he didn't. He'd figure it out later. By the end of the week he had lost so much weight that his pants weren't fitting, they were so baggy and even too long, somehow! Stupid washing machine, it messed up his undies, too! Lucky for him he found some skinny jeans that fit perfectly in the bag from the mall! Yay! They made his ass look really girly, but whatever, thinking about it was too hard. The problem was without undies that fit, his cock was uncomfortable. Digging through the bags he found a cow print thong bikini. He tried to think if it was ok to wear, but thinking was hard, and it did match his top, so whatever. He tucked his little cock back into it, put the jeans back on, and was looking good and manly with a nice flat front! He put his hair up threw on a baggy shirt that hung off one shoulder sometimes, showing his bikini top, and headed out, hips swaying with every step thanks to his narrow manly waist.

He woke up missing his shirt again, but that's ok, it was too baggy anyway, stupid washing machine. By the end of this week he realized he needed new shoes. His were feeling waaay to big! Lucky! He found some that fit super good in his mall bag! They were pink and white sneakers, but at least they fit and were cute so no use in thinking about it. His socks were all too big, though, stupid washing machine. The bag had some that fit, but why were they were sooo long? And cow print... and missing the heel? Weird. Whatever, he threw them on and just bunched them down around his ankles. It was kind of a hot day so he didn't want to wear pants. He had found some shorts in one of the older bags when he was tidying up. They hugged his round ass and were really cute and short, leaving a lot of leg exposed, but that was ok, because he had shaved his legs this morning, so he didn't think about it, thinking was hard. He left, not thinking to put a shirt over his bikini top, which cradled his growing chest nicely.

He woke up again with a new bag and a new batch of free chocolate, yay! His thigh high stockings were pulled all the way up, now, where they belonged, and as he moved he heard a sweet clinking sound from the little cowbell on the cutest little collar fastened around his neck! He noticed some guys looking at him, but they were probably just jealous of all his great gree stuff. This week he pulled his cow print thong up over his cute little pussy, which, he made sure was hairless and smooth, wedged it between his round butt cheeks. His large breasts felt full of milk as he tucked them into his cow print bikini top. He rolled the thigh high cow print stockings up his soft legs, which he shaved like any man should. The collar was still around his neck, it seemed to be locked, so he didn't bother trying to take it off anymore. His hair was bothering him, today, he just couldn't get it right, so he just put it in a kind of double bun twintail style, and threw on a cow ear hairband that he found in a bag along with the cutest cow print gloves! They matched his outfit so well! But as he looked at his petite feminine form in the mirror, a single clear thought finally pierced the fog in his head... ... ... ... He needed makeup! Fortunately he had gotten some for free in his bag, so he applied a light touch with some eyeliner and lip gloss, just the basics any man needs, which completed the look. He slipped on his cute shoes, and headed out to the mall.

He woke up in a stall and his breasts felt really really full! He wobbled sleepily over to the door, cowbell clinking, and called out. Thank goodness, the clerk from the chocolate store was there! He'd help! Before he could even think of anything to say, the clerk led him to a machine, bent him over and strapped him in. Pulling his top down, the clerk hooked up suction pumps to his nipples, and he moaned, sweetly as the milk flowed out from him, not even caring that the clerk was caressing his sweet ass. The clerk said something about his milk making more special chocolates... and girls? It was hard to follow so he didn't really try. Then there was something about a finder's fee, as he felt his thong pulled to the side and something warm and stiff slide into his pussy, making him moan more as the milk flowed out of him, and he lost track of time...

A week later he was sitting dazedly locked in his stall, happily reflecting on his situation. A free place to live, free food, free pampering and milking, and all the free chocolate he could eat! What more could a man want? He always did know how to take advantage of generosity!

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Scent chapter 24

Pairing: TadaAi Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity Synopsis: Ainosuke once loved Tadashi, but ever since he broke his heart, he decided to never have anything to do with him. But what happens if he meets him again after so many years and finds out a secret that will change both of their lives forever?

Chapter summary:    They go on an aquarium date.  

Tags: Omegaverse, forced bonding, sorta angst, slow burn, sorta reversible but I am for top!Tadashi so maybe no explicit smut with bottom Tada in the future

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"Is this alright?" Ainosuke asks as he follows behind Tadashi. 

"You said you were going to meet up with someone today to talk about the bond."

"Yes, but Take hasn’t come back yet, we might as well enjoy the day together."

A ping sound came from Tadashi’s pocket. He took out his phone to see what it was. Flashed on his screen was a message from Take. 

"Take won’t be able to make it back. He said there was an emergency, so the engagement is cancelled."

Ainosuke cleared his throat.

"Okay,"

The two entered the elevator. Tadashi was busy fiddling with his phone. Ainosuke, who was beside him, felt awkward. Being with Tadashi outside was like something foreign to him. Every time he steps out and enters Tadashi’s world outside of the Shindo mansion, Ainosuke feels intimidated. He feared the unknown. He feared that he wouldn’t fit into Tadashi’s world. It makes him sad and nervous.

More than that, he wasn’t used to Tadashi taking the initiative. He wasn’t used to Tadashi being affectionate. 

It was not a big problem. He knows it’s all in his head. These worries just want him to feel bad about following what he really wants in life. He doesn’t want it to dictate his choices because he wants to be happy with Tadashi.

Ainosuke drops his eyes and sees his shirt. He grimaced and knitted his brows. The clothes were not to his liking. He was not comfortable, especially since this was that Sato guy’s clothes. Since he and Take had a similar build, Tadashi let him borrow Take’s clothes. They were newly bought and already washed. It was a bit bigger, but he just made it work. It was awkward how Tadashi just did whatever he wanted to his housemate’s clothes. When Ainosuke asked if it  was really alright to borrow them, he just flippantly replied that he already got permission, and it’s not like Take lacked clothes or that he was particular with his things. Even if Tadashi seems to not mind about the clothes, Ainosuke wonders if Take himself minds. It was outside of his control, so Ainosuke puts it behind him. 

His mind wanders. It settles on the fact that this was the first time that they would be going out together as boyfriends. Somehow, Ainosuke was nervous. He observed Tadashi. There were no changes in his demeanor. He was like his usual self, although this time, there was a sparkle in his eyes that was not there before. If Tadashi was satisfied with the outfit he dressed Ainosuke in, then Ainosuke had no right to question him. 

Tadashi was immensely pleased about Ainosuke’s outfit. Yesterday, when Ainosuke borrowed Take’s clothes, he was shaken at how Ainosuke looked good in them. It was not really the style that Ainosuke usually went for. He was more into the semi-casual outfits. On the other hand, Take was into jeans and stylish street clothes. Take doesn't have the opportunity to wear them most of the time because he is always in uniform, but he has the habit of buying new ones every time there is a sale. 

Surprisingly, Ainosuke looked good in street clothes. His hair was loose, so he looked younger. His stern face made him look broody, but nonetheless, his mysteriousness and the aloof air about him made the people they passed by look in their direction. Ainosuke was handsome. On off days like this one, he was even more handsome. He wasn’t forced to smile and act like someone he was not. Ainosuke the politician was fine too, but Tadashi loved the Ainosuke behind that mask.  Tadashi reaches out to hold Ainosuke’s hand. He doesn’t need to hold back on touching him anymore.

Ainosuke flinched at the touch. He was caught off guard. Nervous, he turned to look at Tadashi and found the older man gazing at him with the warmest look on his face. His smile was a bit wider than his usual faint smile. The sight made Ainosuke feel soft, so that he couldn’t help but clasp Tadashi’s hand in his own and move closer to him. A clear red was painted over Ainosuke’s cheeks. The elevator dinged, and they finally arrived at the ground floor. They walked together to the main entrance.  

When they reached the driveway, Ainosuke saw that the sun was hanging high above the clouds. With how much it rained yesterday, it was a bit surprising. The weather changes drastically in the blink of an eye, just like what is happening now with him and Tadashi. Ainosuke presses his lips together and takes a glance at his boyfriend. Tadashi still fiddled with his phone, looking fresher than usual. His skin glowed, and the dark circles under his eyes were no more. Leaving the mansion proved to be good for his well being, and it kinda makes Ainosuke feel a bit heartbroken. Considering everything that has happened to him in that place, it was understandable. Ainosuke feels guilty for selfishly wanting him to go back with him.

"Did you sleep well?" Ainosuke asks, fending off the heavy feeling that was accumulating inside of him. They had slept together, but he was not sure Tadashi felt good sleeping with him. Ainosuke couldn’t entirely believe that Tadashi loved him too. He lets Tadashi’s hand go and slips his arms around Tadashi’s arm and holds it again. 

"Yes. Although I still have to take the sleeping pill prescribed to me, the scent Take gave me helped a lot. I have to ask him where to get it."

"I’ll buy them for you." Ainosuke says, a bit irked at hearing Take’s name again.

"Maybe I should just ask him about it personally."

Tadashi stares at him and smiles, "You don’t have to. I don’t think I’ll be needing it anymore."

"Eh? Why?"

"I can use it while I’m at home, but once I come back to the mansion, I won’t be needing it anymore."

Ainosuke was still confused. This time, Tadashi giggles at the worried look on Ainosuke’s face. He leans in to whisper. 

"I don’t need it, because I already have you." Tadashi smiles widely as he says that. 

Ainosuke finds himself starstruck again and again at Tadashi’s smile. The heavy feeling he felt earlier melted away at the sight of it.

A taxi arrived. Tadashi had called for a taxi when Ainosuke was distracted. They both went in. Tadashi said that they were going to the ocean park. He told the driver to drop them off at the Naha bus terminal. 

"The ocean park?" Ainosuke inquired, quite confused as to why, of all places, Tadashi wanted to go there. 

"You’ve been working hard this whole time. Finally, you’re taking a rest. When we were younger, you told me you wanted to go to an ocean park with me. I figured that this is the perfect time to do that."

Ainosuke couldn't help but flush. He was not expecting Tadashi to remember such a thing even after all these years. Ainosuke moves close to his boyfriend, completely whipped. 

"Aww, puppy, I've even forgotten about that already. Did I really say that? You have a good memory."

Ainosuke couldn't help but clip his arm around Tadashi's and grin from ear to ear. He leans in to pepper Tadashi’s cheek with kisses. Usually Tadashi would be cautious, but thanks to the fact that two men being together is not an issue in their society, no one bats an eye for public displays of affection like this. Feeling content, Tadashi gazed at Ainosuke softly and patted his hand. 

The taxi driver glanced at his front view mirror and saw Tadashi and Ainosuke leaning on each other, with Ainosuke’s arms around Tadashi. They were whispering what sounded like sweet nothings to each other. He didn't mind their flirtatious antics in the backseat. Yet he unconsciously rolled his eyes. 

It was unfair how two good looking people can be so sickeningly in love with each other like those two.

A sudden silence creeps into the car. It made Tadashi think of things: about how he is aware his master's desires are simple; about how Ainosuke might come off as a showoff and a bit of a playboy, but in truth he is like a pure hearted maiden. If Take heard him say this, he would tease him to adjust his expectations because Ainosuke clearly was far from that. He would tell him that he was blinded by love. But how can Take know for sure? No one knows Ainosuke like Tadashi does. They can judge him based on what he shows them, but Tadashi knows who Ainosuke was behind his public persona. He might not be the happy child he once was  but he still had the romantic heart of a child. If not, how can you explain his desperation to cling to Tadashi? Anyone can blame the forced bonding, but for Tadashi, Ainosuke’s affection for him had never changed. His affections for him when they were younger and now were of the same mold. It almost makes him feel embarrassed and guilty. He knows he can’t do anything about that. What he has to do is make up for all of his heartlessness and love Ainosuke in a way that can erase all the things that he has done that broke Ainosuke’s heart.

"Ainosuke-sama," Tadashi says.

"You're really a good kid,"

"What's this all of a sudden?"

"Nothing. We might have caused each other pain in the past, but there will be none of that henceforth. I promise you."

Ainosuke giggles and kisses Tadashi on the lips.

"Oh really? My little puppy is really the best."

"Don’t tease me. I can only hold back a little now that I’ve taken off my medication."

Ainosuke’s expression became more stern. 

"Since when have you known that we were pairs? You should have tried telling me."

"I’ve known since the first time I helped you with your rut."

Tadashi paused. He still feels guilty about that encounter. Ainosuke affectionately rubs the bottom side of Tadashi’s hand. 

"Well, since we have a lot of time on our hands, we should go to the hospital and talk to your doctor. I deserve to know about your condition. You still have red rashes sprinkled all over your body."

Tadashi bit his lip and avoided Ainosuke’s eyes. 

"Takahisa said that the rashes are a sign that you’ve been abusing your medicine. He also said that it would affect your body.

"Did you think I wouldn’t notice? I want to be more involved in your personal life. I know that it may be hard for you to get used to something like this, but please let me."

 The words Ainosuke said gave Tadashi butterflies. Their relationship was still beginning, but the amount of care and affection that both of them are willing to invest into this new chapter in their lives makes Tadashi feel that things would work out well. Even though it was still a hidden relationship; even though there were a lot of issues surrounding their union, Tadashi feels content. 

Tadashi smiles.

"Ah, by the way," Tadashi says. He opens his phone and shows Ainosuke today’s schedule. He had already planned everything and was now going to make some changes to it.

Looking at Tadashi’s schedule made Ainosuke widen his eyes. It is really impressive. Tadashi is impressive. He even managed to make a schedule immediately! Ainosuke couldn't help but be proud and awestruck by his boyfriend. He truly was something else. Suddenly, a thought comes to mind. He remembered how Tadashi was fawned upon at the banquet, even though he didn’t actually participate there. Everyone seems to want to get close to Tadashi. He felt a bit too far out of reach, but now that they were going out, Ainosuke felt a sense of pride and confidence. To be loved by Tadashi made him feel good about himself. 

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The ocean park is a two-hour ride. It is quite a popular place in Okinawa, so they were expecting a lot of people to be there. Even at the bus terminal, there were a lot of people lining up for a trip. Ainosuke didn't have money with him, so Tadashi shouldered their expenses. Ainosuke was not used to being spoiled. In most of his relationships, he was always the one doing the spoiling, so now that he was the one being showered with things, it felt overwhelming and awkward, to say the least. Honestly, though, he had always acted spoiled when he was with Tadashi, so this was not something new to their dynamic. However, now that they were going out and were actually in a romantic relationship, things somehow became quite embarrassing. When he thinks about it closely, Tadashi hasn’t really changed how he treats him. He would always offer to pay for Ainosuke in the rare times they were free and Ainosuke wanted to unwind. Like that time they both ate at an expensive restaurant, Tadashi paid for everything. When he was told that they should split the bill, Tadashi just told him that it was payback for buying clothes for him. He had been very happy at that time. It must have looked awkward to others. Tadashi, after all, is his employee. Despite that, to Ainosuke’s knowledge, money was not a problem for Tadashi. His family pays the latter a hefty price for his services. He had been working for a long time, so his savings must be huge, considering that he doesn’t really spend money that much. His house and lodging were pretty much covered by Ainosuke’s family. Even when he started living on his own, since he had already purchased an apartment, his bills wouldn’t be huge since he was always away from home in the first place. And someone else probably pays for the bills now that Tadashi has moved into the mansion. Apart from that, Ainosuke knows Tadashi has many sources of passive income. It was not impossible to say that maybe he was as rich as the Shindos now. 

All of this considered, Ainosuke felt a bit coy. 

"I'll pay you back once I get home."

"No need. Today is my treat."

"Eh, but you treated me last time at that expensive restaurant."

"It’s fine. It’s not often that I get to spoil you  so let me."

Ainosuke pouts. He wraps his arms around Tadashi and squeezes. 

"Puppy~." Ainosuke cuddles his boyfriend, trying his best to stretch his eyes so they look big. 

"My puppy is the ideal guy everyone wants." 

Tadashi, embarrassed, grabbed Ainosuke's arm and said, "Stop teasing me."

"Oh, but it’s true. You may not know this, but this is the exact type women like."

Tadashi makes a face, "You say that I’m an ideal this, and an ideal that, but nobody else other than you would agree."

Ainosuke raised his eyebrow. Okay, maybe Tadashi had a point. Not everyone will agree that he’s an ideal guy, but it is also a fact that there were a lot of people who wanted to marry their daughters off to him. 

"Well, you know, at the banquet, people were asking for you. They wanted me to convince you to marry their daughters."

Tadashi turned pale in shock, "What?" He couldn’t help but raise his voice. 

"It’s true. I was actually surprised as well. After all, you don't appear to be the type to interact with others. And to my observation, you are only close to a few people at the mansion. Imagining you interacting with strangers is a bit hard to imagine."

"Ainosuke-sama, stop with the teasing. "Look," Tadashi says, pointing.

"We’ve arrived."

The two of them finally arrived at Ocean Expo Park. When they arrived, they were greeted by a swarm of tourists. The discordant sound wafted through the air. Ainosuke hasn't visited the place yet outside of official visits, so this is his first time enjoying the place. As they walked towards the gate, the imposing structure of the Churaumi Aquarium became more and more visible. When they finally arrived at the entrance,  a huge statue of a whale shark greeted them. Thanks to the tickets that Tadashi already had when they arrived at the terminal, they didn’t have to line up outside to get inside. 

It was cool and comfortable inside. There were a lot of people, but it wasn’t so many that they wouldn’t be able to enjoy the sights. Ainosuke followed Tadashi to the first spot. It was called the touch pool, where you could touch creatures like starfish and sea cucumbers. It is an installation of a makeshift sea, big boulder-like rocks that were common on beaches were positioned for a perfect imitation. A few people surrounded it. Tadashi and Ainosuke were just observing: looking at the clear water and observing the rocks, as well as the overall structure of the touch pool. The creatures that were displayed had eye-catching colors, and it was not hard to have the urge to touch them, but Ainosuke wasn’t keen on touching them. Some of them looked a bit creepy, especially the sea cucumbers. He got curious when Tadashi started touching one, and then another. The look on Tadashi’s face as he did so jumped from awe to confusion. When Tadashi saw that he was being stared at, the older man laughed and told him to try touching them too. Ainosuke obeyed and touched a starfish. Ainosuke didn’t have an opinion about how a starfish would feel. Based on how they looked, it seems that their bodies could be a bit hard. However, when he touched them, he was surprised that they felt leathery. 

"Pretty cool, right? Here, touch this one. It feels quite different even though they’re both starfish."

The starfish that Tadashi told him to touch was a bit prickly and hard on top. Ainosuke held another small starfish in his hand and made a face. 

"Feels weird."

Tadash giggles. "These creatures are quite complex. I get why some people nerd over them."

"Yeah. They’re interesting, I guess. It’s your first time touching them?"

"I’ve touched starfish before, but I wasn’t expecting this. I saw a video once where the starfish was moving, and it looked so creepy I almost dropped my phone. Nature truly is amazing." 

Their next stop is the coral and tropical fish section, where they could get a glimpse of what it looks like out there in the Okinawan Sea. The tanks were lit to imitate its rocky shallows with strong sunlight, its sandy areas, and gloomy caves. Ainosuke couldn't help but gawk at how amazing it was. Nature has always had a special place in Ainosuke’s heart. As a result, one of his causes is to protect and preserve the environment. The programs that he started ever since he came home from the US were mostly focused on environmental laws and policies. Their local branch wasn't supposed to focus on this,  but thanks to his passion for the environment, the old men relented. He also dipped his toes in social welfare and had recently put up a foundation for abused and neglected children, not as a party member but in his private capacity as Shindo Ainosuke. 

Looking at the sea creatures swimming in the vast aquarium made Ainosuke appreciate the wonders of life. 

"It would be great if we could get involved in maintaining this too." Tadashi continues to observe the fish. He knows Ainosuke can't. His environmental policies did not satisfy his aunts, since they wanted him to work more on economic policies.

Ainosuke smiled and pulled him by the hand. "It’s time for us to get to the main spot!" 

Tadashi immediately knew that Ainouke wanted to go to Koshio Sea, the most popular tourist attraction in the aquarium. Ainosuke's smile was as wide as a child as he pulled Tadashi to the Koshio Sea. When they were finally there, the huge tank shone against the dimly lit room that they were in. For a moment, it feels like they’ve stepped into something magical. The tank's size mirrored how vast and out of this world the sea was.There were many people who took videos. Some watched the different kinds of fish and rays swim past. Ainosuke and Tadashi stood in awe at how beautiful it was. A manta ray swims across, and then another. Later, two giant whale sharks pass by. Ainosuke felt pressure in his hand. Tadashi was squeezing it so hard as he stared at the creature with wide eyes. Ainosuke could only giggle and squeeze his hand right back. 

Watching the fish swim by was a relaxing sight. The different species of fish with their colors, the grace of the manta rays, and the majesty of the whale sharks were awe inspiring. Ainosuke felt content looking at them while holding Tadashi’s hand. Laughter thundered in the aqua room as an Albert manta ray  swam towards the onlookers and showed them its cute clownish face. Ainosuke laughed as well, and Tadashi couldn't stop staring at the creature with a spark in his eyes.

After visiting the remaining sites, Tadashi and Ainosuke grabbed lunch and visited a souvenir shop. There were many tourists there too. They were looking at the cute merchandise there when something caught Ainsouke’s attention. It was an adorable blue whale shark charm. He bends down to look at it closely. 

"You like that? I'll buy it for you."

"Don't mind me, I was just looking." came Ainosuke’s quick response. Tadashi bought two whale shark plushies, two shirts, and lunch box sets he found cute. They also went to buy sweets at the confectionery shop to enjoy. When Tadashi saw how cute the mini gaufre cans were, he immediately grabbed one and put it in his cart. He also bought salt cookies and langue de chat. Ainosuke just stared at how eager Tadashi was when he bought them. When Tadashi finished paying, Ainosuke took some of Tadashi’s shopping bags. As they walked towards the bus terminal, he couldn’t help but feel conscious of how boyfriend-like he was. It made him feel a rush he couldn’t explain. The rush made him feel light, and his limbs nimble. He was afraid of the feeling of lightness he was currently feeling. This was not something he often felt. The thought that it was only when he was with Tadashi that he felt something like this made him blush. 

Being with someone and knowing you are loved makes all the difference.  

As they stood waiting for the bus to arrive, Tadashi took something out of his bag.

"Ainosuke-sama, give me your hand."

Ainosuke offered his open hand. Tadashi gave him something. When Ainosuke saw that it was the charm he was looking at earlier, he couldn’t help but feel a soft feather tickle his heart. Tadashi grinned and showed him his own. 

"It's a pair with mine."

All the emotions he'd ever known rushed over him.Ainosuke felt so utterly  loved that he could feel tears start to accumulate at the corners of his eyes. He holds them back and smiles warmly at Tadashi instead. He twines their hands together and leans in to kiss his boyfriend. 

"I love you." Ainosuke speaks softly. 

"I love you too," Tadashi responds, staring at Ainosuke’s mouth and wanting to be kissed on the mouth. Ainosuke, who noticed this, pulled Tadashi and kissed him on the cheek instead. 

"When we get back, can we..." Ainosuke hesitates, feeling a bit shy. 

"Tadashi lowers his eyelids shyly, and after squeezing Ainosuke’s hand, he says, "I want to." He lifts his eye up to gaze at Ainosuke and immediately lowers his eyes again. Ainosuke was staring at him like he wanted to do it right then and there, and it was making him feel hot. He squeezes Ainosuke’s hand again and hides his face behind his paper bag. 

Ainosuke thinks that this is what happiness looks like. 

The bus took a bit longer to arrive. They were talking about random stuff like Tadashi’s favorite food at the mansion. Ainosuke didn’t really have the chance to ask him these kinds of things, so he asked them now as if he were trying to get to know Tadashi better. As they talked, he noticed that behind them, some women were whispering. They were telling each other to look at how cute Ainosuke and Tadashi were holding each other’s hands tightly like that. 

"You don’t see  many same sex couples holding hands. It's cute." One of the women whispers. 

"Right? Super cute!"

When Ainosuke heard those words, he turned very red. Ainosuke steals a glance at Tadashi and is surprised to see Tadashi looking at him. When he got caught staring, Tadashi looked away. Ainosuke couldn't help but feel soft. Tadashi was adorable. He pressed Tadashi's hand gently. This was now their new form of communication. 

"If we were alone right now, I would have kissed you." Ainosuke says as he smiles sweetly at his boyfriend.

A tug surprised Ainosuke. Tadashi had pulled him in for a kiss on the mouth, not minding the others who waited there with them.

"I don't mind if people see."

"Aww~" Ainosuke winks, wraps his arms around Tadashi’s shoulder, and kisses Tadashi on the cheek. Those who were around them blushed at their display of affection.

The bus finally arrived. Ainosuke and Tadashi sat beside each other. Tadashi took the window seat. The passengers filled the bus, and then it was time to go. As his thoughts drifted away, Ainosuke couldn't help but feel content. He rested his chin on Tadashi's shoulder and tightened his hold. Tadashi, who was looking at the scenery, turned to look at him. He smiled at him and leaned against Ainosuke. A pleasant smell wafted through the bus. Tadashi was no longer in heat. But his smell when he is in pleasure, was like spring melting away Ainosuke’s winter.

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I tagged 128 of my posts in 2022

#my australian princess 😘 - 29 posts

#ask mutuals - 22 posts

#mutuals 🤍 - 21 posts

#sweet asks 💕 - 14 posts

#my tia - 14 posts

#ask - 12 posts

#mutual asks - 8 posts

#blog for boredom - 7 posts

#asks - 7 posts

#victoria de angelis - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 79 characters

#i love it when my boo has a boring lecture today but she has a little snooze 😴

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

here's my 14 questions for you! enjoy my love 💕

what nationality are you?

what is your favourite food?

what does your perfect date look like?

what’s your type in a significant other?

what is the best thing about me?

what’s the best part about making love to each other?

would you rather give or receive oral sex?

if you were to move to a different country, where would you move?

on a scale of 1-10 (1 being 🤢 & 10 being 😍), how hot am I?

why did you give me that rating?

on a scale of 1-10 (1 being 🤢 & 10 being 😍), how much do you love me?

why did you give me that rating?

what’s your favourite body part to cum on?

what do you look at first on a girl you have a crush on?

love you so much xoxo

1. I'm Irish/Filipino

2.Pizza, Sushi, Korean Cusines, Bubble tea, Chicken Fillet Roll thats how Irish likes to do on a 11 o clock break when I was in your college days and peri peri chicken.

3.The perfect that I really like or we like is the beach because I lived in the costal area but the best we going on a dates together which is the sunset and going on a road trip with you across Ireland.

4.This significant other is into Måneskin, who into boybands and the sport that really used to like and also I'm into kpop.

5.The best part of you your sexy aussie accent, kissing your neck and you becoming as Victoria De Angelis and also you are my girlfriend material.

6.I will give you the oral sex because you like to sucking my clit because I want to fuck you so bad

7.Australia because I want to spend time in Melbourne or London or Dublin because I used lived in the big city in Manlia

8.10 of 10 improvement is amazing you going to be the sweet and the most sexiest girlfriend ever 😘 😍🔥

9.Do you remember on your DMs I rated you 9 of 10 that your hot but one mistake that you have is the DMs so the good news is your taste it make me feel hot I wanted to kiss you 😘 so bad

10. 10 of 10 of course you really love me so fucking bad because it's you and I just I'm in love with you 😍😘🥰🥴

11. Best part of making love for the both us is that my clit and your tits aroused alot because there alot of kissing and licking and body part that you really loved 🔥🥴 I be what should I do after we had sex just smoking 🚬

12.I really like to cum on your mouth, your tits and your bellybutton and your belly and you butt 🥴

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7 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#4

Brought flowers 🌹 vicdeangelis insta post 16.05.2022

11 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#3

🔥🥵😛

Victoria ig story today 20.01.22

14 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

#2

a mini q&a for my future wife 🥰

what will happen after we officially get married?

where will we live? in australia or in ireland?

how many pets will we have?

how will we spend our anniversaries?

how will we celebrate our birthdays?

will you still love me after 5 years?

i love you so much baby ❤️

- going our honeymoon and Creating our own family together with one boy and two girls 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 and renting our apartment here in the city which is in Melbourne.

- Australia because that you really wanted to have your own zumba class and your own podcast and I really wanted to have a fresh start here into this big city and you know I want to get to know about the lifestyle here in Melbourne, also I will going back in forth to vist my Family here in Sligo whatever I need.🇦🇺🇮🇪

- your cats and Peanuts will be included also included our shiba inu and golden retiever

- your choice write down on the comment mine will be France or in Spain. Maybe a dinner for the both us and not bringing the kids are going to stay with my parents or your parents

- Well next year for your 22nd we're going to Grecce and same thing on the comment what will you want for my birthday which is in 3 months (December 9)

- FUCK YES, but we still together You know but I be thinking about you always

I love you so much my beautiful 😍 comment me my answers 😘😘😘😘

16 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

100 followers in Tumblr once again 🥳🥳🥳🥳

Hey everybody I need your help, that I'm bored and I have 99 followers and starting today I have 100 followers🥳🥳🥳 in tumblr and I just wanna to say a massive thank you to everyone who is really supportive for me for the past few months with 3/5 of my family got covid but it will not happen to me again I hope I will be negative again as much.

Thanks to all my supporters who had there for me for over the past few months. So I love you so much

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18 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

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He compartido 4468 publicaciones este 2022

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Longest Tag: 53 characters

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Mis publicaciones más populares este 2022:

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Well, I have finished Dracula ONCE AGAIN...am I crying? Maybe, yeah.

This has been the time I enjoyed most right next to the very first read (because I obviously didn’t expect Dracula to be THAT).

I KNEW, I BLOODY KNEW that the last parragraphs basically put Mina in the status of main hero of the novel and YET, it caught me

21 notas. Fecha de publicación: 7 de noviembre de 2022

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Zutara Month (Day 23): This Isn't My Idea

Hello there!

As usual, I cannot see a "challenge" and let it go so...Zutara month it is! First time writing for the fandom, I won't be able to do ALL DAYS (today, for example, I wrote this still on the nick of time, but now it is already technically the 25th...eh, sorry @zutaramonth)

I promise to write something Zutara based after this month a bit longer, I swear.

As usual, do please forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, MarlaAllons-y!

Also in AO3

Everyone in every corner of the world agreed: Katara was a Hero, with capital H.

Not only had she helped The Avatar himself to finish off with the worst dictator that humanity had seen in ages, but she was now   sacrificing herself   by marrying off to his son; so the peace with the Fire Nation became even more undeniable and, therefore, unbreakable.

Obviously, everybody knew this was just an arranged marriage for, as much as Prince Zuko (he still insisted he wasn’t ready yet to be   King Zuko  ), he was still the man that once had been every person fighting for freedom’s foe.

Also, she was the best friend of Aang;   it was crystal clear   they ought to have been in love. This was a tale as old as time: best hero-friends always fell in love.

Still, as much as they commented how mad and sad it made them the two heroic figures ending up together, they understood and thanked the now already young woman (no longer a teenager) for taking up such heavy weight over her shoulders.

They just wished Prince Zuko was more as he was trying to be in public lately than the way they all still pictured him in their minds…

~~~~~

As the doors closed behind them, Zuko buried his face in Katara’s shoulder, who just laughed, with relief.

“I guess now we can stop pretending we are just   good friends   without risking demonstrations all around every nation.”

He smirked at her comment and raised his head to look into her eyes. He still remembered the first time those eyes had truly   seen   him, back when they were still rivals and, yet, she had trusted him…

“I guess so…You know, I would have understood, if you hadn’t wanted to keep them. We are still young and now for a lot of people you are going to just be   Zuko’s wife.”  

She punched him in the arm.

“First of all; it is more hat you are going to become   Katara’s husband   and, secondly…I…I mean, we are only in our early twenties, but we have lived so much I feel ready to be a mom…as long as Iroh is around to help.”

Both laughed.

“How could he not be?” he held her hand. “Still…I am sorry so many people are going to think this is just an arranged marriage.”

“Well, I mean, as Toph said…all marriages   need to be   arranged, whatever the reason for said arrangement, that is our personal fucking business.”

                       And theirs was as good as they came.

25 notas. Fecha de publicación: 25 de abril de 2022

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MARLA’S 2022 AO3 MASTERLIST

Hello there, Marla here!

This year I won’t be as messy as last year with my writing organisation so I am doing a 2022 Masterlist of everything published on AO3 to be updated as new stuff arrives! Yaih! All my nonsense at your disposition!

And, if you want to see what I wrote the previous year, not to worry, here it is my 2021 AO3 Masterlist

Now, with further ado, allons-y!

Long life and prosperity,

Marla

(The) Amelia Project

Amelia Caller: Dawn of the Characters: script I based my phone call recording ON THE AMELIA FEED on

Manage Your Clon-ishgo: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Day 1)

This Could Be Me: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Alternative promp)

Last of the Real Ones: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Day 2)

The Fools Who Dream: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Day 3)

Louder than the Weather: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Alternative promp)

Goodbye To My Life: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Day 4)

It’s the Hitmen’s Life: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Alternative promp)

Fakenniversary: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Day 5)

Everything Just Here All At Once: Cocoa Challenge 2022 (Alternative promp)

ATLA

Go Now:  Zutara Month 2022

This Isn’t My Idea: Zutara Month 2022 

Tea Nation: Zutara Month 2022 

...Let Your Heart Decide?: Zutara Month 2022 

Lonely Nation: High-school AU Zuko-centric

(The) Evil Dead

The Sorta Kinda Winding Road: Original Trilogy + 2013 Film crossover-ish

Good Omens

So Unaware Of My Status: A Visit From Miss Crowley Challenge

The Sound Of Leathered Women!: A Visit From Miss Crowley Challenge 

Girl With A Tongue: A Visit From Miss Crowley Challenge 

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43 notas. Fecha de publicación: 5 de enero de 2022

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Lucy’s (My) Mom

Ok, a lot of people have already commented this, but from the very first time I read Dracula as a teen (right when I was starting to discover ‘sometimes parents do harmful things and even if the intentions are good there is no compulsory reason to automatically forgive them) I just couldn’t help but being extremely UPSET about Lucy’s mom.

It is not only this whole garlic incident, that is the equivalent of, for example, ‘I don’t understand why you keep going to the psycologist if you are not depressed anymore’: it doesn’t matter wether you have all the data or not, if someone is doing something that is ‘out of the usual norm’ and is very clearly related to a Health issue...let it BE or try to understand it, don’t take matters into your own hands and then BE PROUD OF ACTING OUT OF IGNORANCE.

The worst part, though, it’s all the previous behaviour. The whole not letting her sleep with her when it was clearly something HER DAUGHTER NEEDED, her being upset about Lucy’s FRIEND taking care of her (likely bcs she believed she knew better than her own daughter the people around her and their true intentions -again, been there-)...

...so yeah, I dislike her and, even though it is true more could have been communicated to her:

a) it is a horror story, lack of communitacion is almost a must

b) none of her actions should be done, no matter how much you know about the matter

69 notas. Fecha de publicación: 13 de septiembre de 2022

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About Dracula Daily..

I know I am constantly saying this but...I am in TEARS about how much people are enjoying Dracula for the first time. It is one of my favourite novels of all times, I have read it three times and a half (I am counting Dracula Daily as the Fourth) and I usually having such a hard time trying to convince people about how AMAZING this(these) story(ies) is(are).

Fuck, whoever began Dracula Daily...I owe you my soul (and, please, we should do this with more classical pieces of literature)

Also, for today’s update:  Farewell dear Captain, you will be remembered

247 notas. Fecha de publicación: 4 de agosto de 2022

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100 Prompts in (late) celebration of hitting 200 followers

This was truly a rough year for us, eh? Some of us who made it through the pandemic, the shitstorm that is the American govt, and all around bullshittery destiny through at us have made it through, and, boy, an I so proud of you all! I've been having a hard time myself. 100 prompts aren't as easy as I anticipated, but here it is! As always, if you like my prompts or use them, please tag me! I'd love to see your interpretation!

1. "Nothing short of hellfire could possibly keep me from coming home."

2. "The skies weep when you tell me goodbye."

3. "There's a real possibility, right now, that mom let in a racoon the house thinking it was Bubby."

4. "Mad at you? I thought you were mad at me."

5. "No one, not even you who were so cruel to others, deserved to be punished in this way."

6. "I don't remember my past lives, but I guess it's innate to find you every time."

7. "Sometimes, we have to sacrifice things in order to keep the ones we hold dear safe. Sometimes, the thing we must sacrifice is ourselves."

8. "I-I didn't know you'd be home, but I got you an "I'm sorry for embarrassing you at the dinner" cake."

9. "Honey! The kids took another stray home!"

10. "Humans are vile creatures, yes, and ridding the Earth of them all could solve so many problems. But, to rid the world of human violence, it will also rid the world of human kindness."

11. Sleepy are the hearts that await a love most deserved.

12. "You do some bad things, but that doesn't mean you're a bad kid."

13. "This is nothing but a small price to pay for the privilege of cherishing you."

14. From their fingers, they casted one last desperate spell, hoping it would hit before darkness claimed them forever.

15. She sat in the dark, allowing the cold embrace of shadow lull her to bed.

16. He clung to what he could, his fingertips tearing away from the bones leaving streaks of sticky blood on the concrete walls.

17. "The world does suck, but I'll be damned if I'm going through it alone."

18. "Don't think too hard on that. He's one of those high intelligence, low wisdom guys."

19. "Every wish you made with your heart was heard. I promise."

20. "They say when you're drunk, you forget, but I seem to miss you more."

21. "It must be magic or something because I can't think of a reason why you're still here with me."

22. Soft candle light danced in the shine of her eyes like how the stars danced in the sky.

23. Everything she touched became so beautiful.

24. Forests of sunflowers, radiant as can be, were the domain of sprites and me.

25. From her bag, she pulled out a golden feather quill to make her final wish.

26. A trio of siblings, a band of brethren, to be forever connected both on this plane and whatever plane awaits them.

27. "Y'know, sweetie, everyone deserves to be loved even when you, yourself, believe you don't deserve it."

28. The bed already felt empty before he left.

29. "After all you've done to me, I must be drunk to still love you, but I haven't touched a drink since you left."

30. She was like a painting come to life with such perfection in her imperfections.

31. She held his face in her hands, lightly rubbing his cheeks, knowing that tomorrow will only bring heartbreak.

32. "I cry for you, feel for you, but who will do that for me?"

33. "Can't you take me home one last time?"

34. With his life fading ever more, he sweetly uttered their name as his body crumbled to nothingness.

35. "Dear diary, I'm back on my bullshit, and I'm not sorry."

36. As much as the loneliness ate away at her heart, she couldn't risk letting anyone in her heart to destroy what little she had left.

37. "Perhaps, you never needed to get piss drunk to forget someone. Lucky you..."

38. "I-I'm really trying here, but you're making me feel like my efforts are unappreciated."

39. The same nightmare plagued them these past several months when  things from the nightmare begin to manifest in real life.

40. After the loss of their creator and purpose of existence, an Android is met with a dilemma in the form of a lost baby.

41. "You have to get this right because you can't go marrying an orc and braid like you don't have thumbs."

42. "I know this is awkward because I never meant to release the great devil of the 7th Circle of Hell nor have intentions of making a deal, but I did make too much pasta again."

43. "My Hell ain't fire and white hot coals. My Hell is a big beautiful home with an equally big yard with no one, no family or friends, to share it with."

44. "Dying ain't too scary, but, I'll tell you what, if dying means I'll be alone on the other side, you can consider me terrified."

45. "Either my parents were cursed with over sensitive children, or I was cursed being born into a cruel family, and I don't know which is worse."

46. "Let me return to a time when everything was still perfect."

47. "Take this heart from me! The weight of a human heart is too much for me to bear."

48. "So many words bubble up in my throat when I see you, but all I want to tell you is you're beautiful."

49. "I can't even remember what I was worried about when the sight of you melted away all my anxiety."

50. "From just the simple touch of our fingertips, I already felt the sparks, baby."

51. Her eyes, just the right shade of amber, caught mine, and time slowed and only we existed.

52. "I could never let you go. Not even the strongest of winds or hottest of fires could get me to."

53. "I, uh jeez, I really wanted to say something, but I got all caught up in your radiance."

54. Curse my weak heart! Tomorrow, I will confess my feelings to him or forget it all!

55. "Theft! There's been a theft! My heart's been taken!"

56. "Pfft, you're not as scary as you make yourself out to be, ya know."

57. "You're either hungry or angry so have some pancakes first, jerk!"

58. "You didn't have to pack your whole house for a day trip!"

59. "You're a real piece of work, ya know, but you're hot so I guess I can let it go."

60. "I gotta thank sober me later for setting out the hangover kit."

61. "It's not hard to read you when you wear your heart on your sleeve."

62. "Gosh, my hands are just so cold! If only I had mittens, or gloves, or even the warmth of another pair of hands."

63. They felt like their mind was slowly losing itself the more they stayed in the same room as that person.

64. "Hey, give me some of your burdens to shoulder, too. You don't have to be afraid of me leaving you because of them."

65. The loving dreams have ceased, and my heart is missing its piece.

66. "I can be his mama AND his papa because, as long as that child needs a loving adult in his life, I'm not going anywhere."

67. In my dreams, I only see you, but my eyes open, upon the shiny light of day, and are pleasantly surprised to find my dream sleeping peacefully next to me.

68. "I'm afraid if I don't tell you now, you'll have lived your entire life not knowing how you had my heart and will always have it."

69. "Nice."

70. The world stopped and held it's breath as we danced under the moon, and your eyes captured the light of all the stars.

71. "Oh, spare me the lecture. I know you wish I was more like my brothers and sisters, and I'm sorry my existence itself is a pain, but you could at least pretend to love me."

72. "Oh, child, it doesn't matter that you were born of me or not because I can't imagine how to love you any more without suffocating you!"

73. "Sweetie, no matter what happens between us, you'll never be a mistake to me because there's no way I could ever stop loving you."

74. "Ain't nothing wrong with crying and snotting and drooling all over the place, sweetheart. Gotta let all that shit out so your heart don't have to carry all that hurt."

75. "I don't want you getting lost in the crowd so I guess you can hold my hand or whatever."

76. "I didn't buy extra food for you! I just happen to redeem my points on the night you were coming over... that's all."

77. "God save us all. I think your brother went to fix the fridge again."

78. No one could have survived that, yet he fervently rubbed his dear friend's hands and face, hoping that the pinkish blush color would return.

79. "Daffodils, honey, pine, and nectar, but the sweetest of them all is something that cannot be replicated, duplicated, or copied: you."

80. "I'm most afraid that, in my mind, you will be nothing more than a distant, flittering memory."

81. "Promise me! You must promise me that, in another life or another time, you'll find me again."

82. And then I was given a choice: love or reason.

83. "Why am I still a monster if she loved me?"

84. "My heart doesn't flutter for you anymore."

85. "Stay by my side... please."

86. The rumble of the bus lulled them to sleep, their hairs tickling my neck as they slowly drifted to my shoulder and to the land of dreams.

87. "You don't understand! There is- no, there must be something wrong with me, fundamentally... otherwise I'm, I'm just a terrible person for no reason."

88. "I want you to make me just another lovely memory for you to look back on. Can you do that for me, love?"

89. "The taste of your lips left me breathless."

90. "What good are my eyes if not to soak in the magnificence that is you?"

91. "Countless times I've poured my heart onto paper, proclaiming the absolute passion in my heart for you, but it always ends with me waking up."

92. "It breaks my heart to see that I haven't got yours while, at first sight, you've stolen mine."

93. "You are a beautiful candle flame for your warmth and comfort is something I can never grasp."

94. "I, normally, am eloquent, well spoken, among many other things, but, around you, I've become speechless."

95. "An anchor to the ship in my mind, you've become more than a friend in my eyes."

96. "Days, or months, or years have passed. I cannot tell you which for even a minute without you is eternity."

97. "I feel like I'm floating with you."

98. "You may not deserve someone to love, but am I not deserving to love you?"

99. "Even when you think you've hit rock bottom, and everyone's left you, I'll always be there."

100. "It was tough, huh? I'm so proud you got through the thick of it."

[thesoldiersminute]

So, as I previously mentioned I will be doing a challenge for reaching 3k followers. This time however it is going to be different because instead of me, you will be the one creating content. Blogs can join this challenge and share their work by either tagging me or using my usertag #usershelby. To join you can do whatever; write a fic make a mood board or a gif set – all up to you. You can join the challange until 31th March

 For gifs/edits/moodboards creators:

     A character you wish you can bring back

     Favorite location

     A scene that made you hate a character

     Character + color

     Favorite platonic/romantic relationship

     Favorite season

 And prompts for fic writers. Since I love, dark, depressing, violent and heartbreaking stuff, I am hoping to see a lot of that. The more angsty and dramatic the better. You can pick one of the prompts below and if nothing inspires you, I’m sure you can up with something good on your own. It can be Canon fics, Reader stories, whatever you want. Prompts:

1.     I need my children to grow up hating the thought of me. 2.     I sacrificed everything for you 3.     I don’t know who I am anymore 4.     I’d never turn on my family, I’m not my father 5.     I beg you. You had mercy before. Don’t do this 6.     We can’t allow our hearts to be louder than our reasons 7.      Nothing more dangerous than a guy who knows he’s already dead. 8.     I would give everything to feel nothing again. 9.     Monsters don’t get to live happily ever after 10.  If the Gods are fucking you, you find a way to fuck them back. 11.  Lambs go to slaughter. A man, he learns when to walk away. @maggiescarborough​ 12.  If you can quote the rules, then you can obey them. 13.  More is lost by indecision than by wrong decision. 14.  Death just shows the ultimate absurdity of life. 15.  Can't live with her, can't kill her. 16.  We're just better human beings when with the person we're supposed to be with. 17.  It was not our fault but mine 18.  Is there anything you love so much, you’d protect it, no matter the cost, the  damage it did to you? @amysteryspot​ 19.  I need you to stay close to me 20.  You are the only person I have left. @madame-wilsonn​, @retromafia​ 21.  Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't love me.  @peakyswritings​ 22.  I didn't mean to ruin your life.  @runnning-outof-time​ 23.  You will have to learn to live with the monster you made 24.  i'm one of those bad things that happen to good people 25.  kill me right now then, i dare you @noforkingclue​ 26.  You were never supposed to find out. 27.  I did not like this feeling of having feelings.

Some new prompt(s):

28.   Did my Daddy do bad things? @celticmelody​

You can join the challange by sending me an ask, telling me what you want to do. I will then make a masterpost with all the lovely content you created :). Tagging some mutals below: @edmundo-diaz @retromafia @tatianapetrovna @celticmelody @sophieshelby @tommyxgrace-always @violaobanion @peakyv @twvstedsouls @peakyswritings @smallheathgangsters @madame-wilsonn @httpxshelby1 @rhaenystheboneless @caelys @deepdonutkid @blinder-secrets @amysteryspot @whiskeypowder @theshelbyclan​ @bonniesgoldengirl​

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A/N: This has some NSFW themes, so if you’re under 18 don’t interact. 

Also the Tag list is closed, I think this is about how many people can add for this. An alternative is to follow and turn on post notifications. 

Um.. I guess this will be going on hiatus for a few weeks. I’m just busy at work, and I’m kind of out of ideas, also low engagement in the last few parts has made me feel a little discouraged.

That being said- if you order a letter with a twilight character, I’ll probably end up giving a hint for some things that will happen in the series. So if you are on the fence about getting a letter- or you just really can’t stand to wait, there’s always that option haha. 

 Anyway hope you like it ~

* “(Y/N).... what are you doing?”

* Muffled noise escapes you as you dig yourself deeper , drowning in his scent

* “(Y/N)”

* Your name leaves in a whisper and a smile curls onto his mouth

* “I mean how can you even see the television from that angle” he mumbles

* You sigh, your breath fanning across the lilac shirt he wore, you’re head firmly nestled in his back

* You’re in his room, lying beside him on his bed, essentially spooning him. The movie flickers on in front of you, you’re only half way through the first Harry Potter movie right now

* Honestly you’ve wanted to snuggle into Edward’s back for a while now, ever since you did it right before you both kissed for the first time

* It just feels so warm and safe here

* “I can hear it just fine” you mumble back. You feel the muscles in his back ripple as he shifts, your arm slinging over his chest.

* His hand covers your own. His hands so big it almost entirely envelops your own. And you can’t help but imagine what that hand would feel like in other places

* Tangled in your hair, trailing up and down your sides, under your shirt, dipping beneath the waist band of your shorts-

* Nope nope nope

* Gotta keep it PG 13

* He wants to go slow after all. Or at least you think he does. But well, you thought he might want to be with Bella

* And that was wrong

* Ugh, you want to pull out your own hair. how easy would it be if he could just read your mind and let you know-

* No it doesn’t work like that

* You sigh

* You have to put the work in if you want to make this work

* You have to communicate

* You stir besides him, wiggling you hand out of his and tapping the hard muscle of his abs

* Ugh, of course he’s chiseled like a statue

* Wait you’re a vampire, you tap your own stomach. It feels like a hard slab

* Well damn

* “Hm?”

* “We need to talk”

* “About what?” He asks absentmindedly, eyes never straying from the television.

* He must really like Harry Potter.

* “About sex.”

* He shoots right up. The remote falling to the ground with a clatter

* “Ah sorry, let me get that” he mumbles, climbing out of the bed to pick up the remote and put the movie on pause

* He clears his throat, sitting on the edge of the bed, a whole 5 feet away from you

* “So what did you want to talk about, again?”

* He seems so awkward, maybe you were right, maybe he does want to go slow

* But then what was with that “I’m not waiting for marriage” crap?”

* “I want to be physically intimate with you” you say bluntly

* Why did you say it like that? Like you’re some kind of scientist or something?

* *internal cringe*

* Not that he seems to care

* Edward’s grinning

* “Are you seducing me right now?”

* You’re not sure why but that smile annoys you

* You scoff

* “I’m trying to find out where you’re at, sexually speaking”

* He looks at the ground for several long seconds before finally meeting your eyes

* “So I um-“

* Okay you’re finally getting somewhere

* “I guess I have this kink where I like being called-“

* “No Edward not that!”

* You’re a little annoyed,

* But also a little turned on

* You’ll have to put a pin in that,

* oh boy, Edward with a kink.

* It’s probably something super vanilla like a praise kink

* or something cheesy like a daddy kink

* Like what are you, sixteen-

* Well, he technically is but-

* You’re getting off track

* “Do you-“

* how do you say this?

* “Do you want to have sex with me?”

* And it would sound like your propositioning him if you hadn’t emphasized the ‘want’

* You know he’s on the asexuality spectrum, maybe he just doesn’t feel like that for you

* You know he loves you a lot

* And wether or not he wants to have sex won’t change the way you feel about him,

* But knowing will help you manage your expectations

* “Why...why would you think that I don’t?”

* He looks almost hurt as he says it

* “We’ve been dating for two months and you haven’t made a move”

* Not after he said that thing about ‘Not waiting for Marriage’™

* You feel his hand cover your own, he’s still a heathy distance away from you

* But even just the touch of his hand on yours sends a shiver down your spine

* “How could you ever think I don’t-“ he cuts himself off

* His free hand moves to cradle your face, brushing hair away in that way he’s always done

* You sigh leaning into his touch

* “You’re so beautiful...so lovely.. of course I want to be closer to you in whatever way I can” his words leave breathlessly, and you can see he wants you just as bad as you want him

* “Then why-“

* “You live in my house,” he stresses. “You’re surrounded by my family, who haven’t been very subtle with how pleased they would be for you to join the family. We are literally never away from each other”

* “Do you want me to move back to Denali?” You joke and he laughs, amber eyes warm as he looks into yours.

* “I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable... or suffocated.” He squeezes your hand

* “I don’t want to make you feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to, for me.. or anyone else.”

* So he’s been trying to be considerate of you

* And of the living situation

* Isn’t that just so like him?

* You feel a small smile stretch across your lips, your hand threading into his hair

* “I don’t ever feel uncomfortable, not around you.”

* And it’s true, you trust him completely.

* You know he’ll never hurt you, never

* You foreheads are pressed together, and it’s only a small shift to catch his lips in your own

* Your hand escapes from his and trails to his face, your hands tipping his head back to get a better angle

* He feels so good like this

* He would feel so good underneath you, begging you to go just a little further

* “Now I’m propositioning you” you feel a small breathless chuckle escape him

* “There’s ... another reason I haven’t brought it up” he mumbles

* You hold your breath- he doesn’t have that bubbling desire does he?

* You were right, he-

* “If we did it in the house everyone would know”

* Huh?

* Noticing your confused expression he clarifies

* “Everyone would hear it happen, and everyone would know”

* Oh

* So all this times you’ve kissed-

* And that time in the car -

* Everyone knew?

* You groan covering your face in your hands, how will you ever be able to face Carlisle again?

* “Emmett would have bought us a cookie cake-“

* You raise an eyebrow and he falters

* “He would have bought me a cookie cake...it would say ‘bye bye virginity’ in pink icing” he whispers

* And you laugh

* “That’s so wasteful”

* No doubt Edward would be too embarrassed to let their humans friends eat it - which you don’t blame him for

* “Alright I’ll try to keep my dirty fantasies to a minimum” you laugh when he tugs you into his lap

* “Oh what kind of fantasies?” There’s that teasing boyish grin again

* “Please enlighten me”

* Well, it’s only right to tease him a little after all those hours you’ve spent mulling over what ‘I’m not waiting for marriage’ could mean

* “Well they all start off with a kiss, a good kiss, the kind that makes you feel like you’re just going to melt-“

* You rest your head against his shoulder, whispering into his ear

* “And then when it’s over, one of your hands is under my shirt,”

* you gently trace up his back and he shivers

* “and both of mine are under yours”

* “And then?” His voice is low, but he doesn’t dare to look at you

* You really shouldn’t tease him this much...

* but it’s so fun

* “We kiss again, my hands tracing over every inch of you, and when we stop I unbutton your shirt, trailing kisses down your neck”

* You trail a cold finger down the side of his neck

* He lets out a low sound, akin to a whine

* “And then I’ll suck here” your finger presses lightly into the hollow of his neck before repeating the process on his collarbone “and here”

* “You look so pretty with your neck marked up with hickeys, like poppy’s blooming in snow”

* You can tell he likes it by the shiver and whine

* So he likes that sensual shit huh

* You wonder what else he likes

* “And you look so pretty Edward, breathless, with that hungry needy look in your eyes just for me”

* Your hand trails down to his chest, and he trembles as your hand moves across his stomach. Resting on his lower abdomen

* His breath hitches, teeth digging into hi plush pink lip. He’s so needy, your finger trails in absentminded circles, and you swear he whimpers

* Aw so cute

* “And that’s about it” you say bluntly patting his stomach twice before moving to get off of him

* His eyes shoot open, a frown arching onto his mouth

* You hold back a laugh

* before you can fully get off of his lap he tugs you back to him

* “I see what you’re doing” he tried to pretend to be stern but you a smile twitching at the end of his lips

* “I don’t know what you mean. That’s just where the fantasy ends” you say as innocently as possible which only makes him grin

* “I’m sorry, I know I’ve been teasing you too much”

* “Hmm have you been?” You mock confusion and he laughs again, kissing the spot where your neck and shoulder meet

* “I’m sorry I got your hopes up”

* You scoff

* “My hopes weren’t up-“ Edward tilts your head towards him and you avert your eyes

* Okay they were a little high

* He pulls you into another kiss, soft and gentle

* “I promise I’ll make all your fantasies come true soon.”

* He already has, how many dreams that you never thought you would be able to have has he made come true?

* God, you adore this boy

* “But until then you’re going to have to leave”

* Scratch that

* “W-what?!”

* What did you do something to turn him off in the last .05 seconds?

* “It’s nothing personal-“

* You’re taking this very personally

* “I just need some time alone, and maybe a cold shower”

* Oh

* O H

* “R-right, well I’ll leave you to that” you mumble, clearing your throat as you move away from him, only briefly stopping on your way out

* “I’m going to take a few of these okay?” You say grabbing the other two Harry Potter movies

* You don’t wait for him to respond, leaving the room and heading to your own

* You run into Emmett who sends you a mischievous grin

* “Hey (Y/N), what were you-“

* “Nothing you would need to a buy a cookie cake for” you say, sliding into your room

* You look down at the DVD’s

* Why did you take these? You don’t even have a TV in your room

* Meanwhile Emmett’s still in the hallway

* “How did they know I was going to get him a cookie cake?”

* .

* ..

* ...

* You’re not sure where you are at first

* It’s foggy burst of green and brown

* And then you see him

* It’s Edward

* You breathe a sigh of relief moving towards him, as long as he’s here you’re okay

* “I’m sorry-“ you stop in your tracks

* there’s someone else there, clinging to his side

* “You were right- I do love her” He says and you’re confused

* The most faded and its Bella her wide brown eyes narrowed into a glare

* “Did you think you could just steal my future away from me?” She spats at you like her words are venom

* No- of course you never meant to take her place

* But you always hoped to- didn’t you?

* The intrusive voice causes a shiver to erupt down your spine

* You walk back, feet tangling into one another

* No that’s not right, Edward loves you- this isn’t right

* That’s when you bump into something hard- immovable

* You turn to see someone else entirely

* They’re wearing a black and red cloak

* Someone from the Volturi

* You gulp hard.

* So they’ve come for you have they

* The figure moves to remove the hood of their cloak, and you feel a gasp escape you.

* It’s you

* Only your face seems...sharper somehow, even more beautiful. But in an unnatural way, devoid of humanity

* Your eyes are as red as rubies

* You fall back, your foot getting caught in a tree root

* The Volturi-you sighs, crouching down so their impassive eyes can meet yours

* “You’ve really got to get over that whole timeline” their voice is different too, an air of disappointment ringing in every word. They sound bored

* You can’t manage to string together a single thought, let alone any words

* “Well don’t look so scared. I’m here to help you know” but their smile is cruel

* “Unless you can snap out of that lovesick dream of yours and finish what you started, this is the future that’s waiting for you”

* “That’s not true”

* Carlisle saved you, Eleazer took you in, Edward gave you a new future.

* You’re never going back to the Volturi

* But the you clad in the black and red robe’s smile only grows wider

* “It’s not true for now, but how many more years do you think you can handle until you get bored?”

* “Another 20? Let’s say 50 for good measure- then what?”

* You feel like a cold finger runs down your spine, your hair standing on end

* “I think you know exactly what” the cloaked you says, their eyes are serious now as they look at you

* “You need to finish what you started-“

* Finish what? What are they talking about? What did you start?

* Noticing your confusion they sigh

* “You need to stop focusing so much on what happened in the story, and start thinking about what happened after the story”

* After the story?

* Like after Edward and Bella had Their baby?

* “Now wake up”

* The words echo in your head until you fly upright, breathing hard as you take in the space around you

* For a second you’re not sure where you are

* This is your room, at the Cullen’s house in Forks

* You’re fine

* You’re safe

* You try to regulate your breathing, attempting to calm your mind with it

* It was just a nightmare. Not that you ever remember falling asleep to begin with

* “I didn’t think I could fall asleep anymore” you whisper

* You pretend to sleep, because it feels good. But you’ve never lost yourself like that before

* It felt so real

* “Finish what I started? And then after the story-“ You feel the hair on the back of your neck stand on end

* There was something- something you had tried a long, long time ago-

* Back when you still lived in Denali

* An idea you had come across once- after Edward told you how painful it was for him to turn

* But how would you even go about proving something like that?

* And what’s what might have happened after the book series got to do with any of this?

* You sigh, your head in your arms. It was just a dream wasn’t it? A nightmare from your insecurities?

* If you just whispered his name, Edward would be beside you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, erasing all your worries

* “ Unless you can snap out of that lovesick dream of yours and finish what you started, this is the future that’s waiting for you”

* You gulp

* You don’t need Edward to coddle you through every little nightmare, you decide

* Turning in your bed, closing you eyes and hoping to dream a more pleasant dream this time But you don’t dream at all, tossing and turning until light filters in through the blinds

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