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my love, mine all mine - edward nashton x gn!reader headcanons (slight NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{contains: descriptions of a protective and obsessive edward. very minor illusions to smut but nothing in any detail.}

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☽ Extracting Edward Nashton’s love from the tired, weary woosh of his heart is no difficult task. He might’ve thought, before you at least, that his body did not hold the proper room for love. Love was far too bright and shimmering of a word, blinding him like the beaming reflection of the sun on scintillating waves. It was far too strong of a feeling, exploding and sizzling in his blood like face-scrunchingly sour candy. Love was neither something he could handle, nor something he believed he needed. He’d survived through his own strength. How demeaning to suggest that he needed a kiss on the cheek or to hold someone’s hand in order to be complete.

☽ But now he has you, and he’s not sure what to do. You’re so easy to fall head over heels for, and it’s an overwhelming high he’s found himself riding. You didn’t force your way through the walls he had built up around himself; you gently grabbed hold of his hand and took each brick down with care and tenderness. You didn’t coo at his sob story or cast pity upon him, looking down at him patronizingly as if he was a starved, abused puppy; you listened carefully to his woes and…well, you were just there for him. You didn’t rush to try to fix what was shattered or leave when it all got too moldy and dark…you simply sat with him through it. So no, extracting Edward’s love from his heart was no difficult task for you. But here’s the kicker…it’s even easier to draw out his lust.

☽ It’s the littlest things that any other person might easily overlook. It’s the way your eyebrow cocks as you ponder the crossword puzzle you two solved together each week. It’s the way you tap the eroded pink eraser of the pencil against your lips as your brain wanders. He wishes he could crawl inside of the deepest wrinkles of your brain. He wishes he could crack you open, flow through your body like your thick, warm blood, protect you like your bones. He wants you and you wholly. He wants you in ways the outside world will never get to see. They don’t deserve it. They don’t deserve you.

☽ It’s sort of a blessing and a curse for Ed, having you in his life. He gets his answered prayer, his angel. But now he constantly worries. His stomach lurches and churns with every bad scenario his mind can conjure whenever you leave. His palms dampen with warm sweat when he thinks about what the world might do to you.

☽ He refuses. He refuses to let the world contaminate you with its filth.

☽ And you wonder. You wonder what’s going through his mind when his hands are gripping your sides like you’ll disintegrate if he lets go. You wonder what could possibly be racing through his body when he growls those words into your ear over and over like a scratched record: mine. Mine. Mine.

☽ When everything else that’s ever resembled goodness and purity and hope has been ripped from his arms, there is no other option. He has no other choice but to protect, to watch over, to keep safe. To ravage and devour and lovingly consume. You’re his, his, only his.

#eli’s writing #danonation #paul dano #edward nashton #the riddler #the batman #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x you #the riddler x you #edward nashton x y/n #the riddler x y/n

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neonghostlights · 1 year

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A/N: Hey, y’all. So this one is gonna be a wild ride. I do have a tag list for this but I will only add you if your bio confirms you are over 18. If you’re a minor please don’t interact with me or my blog. Also, I named this after the song by The Pixies.

Summary: You haven’t been the same since you woke up in the hospital with memory loss after the earthquake hit Hawkins. When strange things start happening and you feel like you’ve started losing your mind, a group of strangers offer to help. Even though you’ve never met them before, they seem to know you better than you think.

Warnings: Post Season 4, Blood (a lot), Nightmares, Head Injury, Memory Loss, Brief Mention Of Hospitals and Doctors, Medication (Pills), Not a whole lot of dialogue in this chapter mostly world building, 18+ Minors DNI

Word Count: 2.5k

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

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Part One

Friday, August 22nd, 1986

There was blood, screaming and devastation as you crouched over the body. The blood was forming a dark puddle around the person. It stained your hands with a deep crimson but you didn’t care. All you knew was that you needed to help this person. Whoever they were.

The screaming roared in your ears, so loud that you were certain you would burst an eardrum. You weren’t sure where it was coming from though. You didn’t have time to search for a source. You needed to save them.

Tears made your vision blurry as you pressed on the wounds, hoping to keep the stranger's blood inside of their body. Your hands slipped along the skin through their torn shirt, making it difficult to apply pressure.

Wherever you were was dark. Red lights flashed in the distance but you didn’t have time to focus on that.

There was too much blood. There were too many wounds. You were losing them.

Another scream, louder this time rang through the air. The person was trying to talk to you but you couldn’t hear their voice. Another bloody hand pressed against your own, like they were trying to comfort you despite their bleeding out.

You looked at the person's face to see what they were saying but they were gone. Where their body once laid was suddenly empty. Blood still stains your hands, your clothes, the pavement. So much that you could smell it on your skin and taste it on your tongue.

Another scream.

You pressed your hands to where the body once laid.

“No. No. No. No. No,” you wailed as you ran your hands over the ground, hoping that they would appear again. “Come back.”

You jolted forward in your bed. Sweat coated your skin, causing your shirt to stick to you. The air wooshed in and out of your lungs loudly as you panted. The beating of your heart echoed loudly in your head. A crinkled top sheet and blanket were tangled at your feet while your pillow laid on the floor from your thrashing.

Your alarm rang loudly from your nightstand beside you. Signaling the start of a new day. You slammed your palm down on it to get it to stop. Reaching over, you clicked off the lamp that you had started to leave on everynight in hopes that it would rid you of your continuous nightmares.

So far, it hasn't worked. Not that you had much hope in it anyways, nothing you had tried had helped you in your predicament.

The room was hot, or maybe it was just because you were still worked up from the nightmare.

Nightmares, nosebleeds, headaches, memory loss. All normal from your head injury. Or so the doctor tells you at every visit.

You had gone from normal to nutcase in a moment's notice. Ever since you had been injured in the earthquake, you hadn’t been the same. You knew it, your mom knew it, the whole town of Hawkins probably knew it.

You didn’t remember the earthquake. Nor did you remember much of the week leading up to it. All you did remember was waking up in a hospital bed with your mother by your side.

Just a head injury. That’s what the doctors had said after tests upon tests while you were in the hospital. Like that was the most reassuring thing in the world to hear.

If your mom didn’t force you to go to your appointments then you would have stopped going a long time ago. If you had to hear someone in a white coat tell you to ‘just give it more time’ again you thought you would go even crazier.

You tried to appear hopeful to make your mom happy. But even that was becoming tiring. She could be overbearing. It was enough of a fight to allow you to live on your own even though you were an adult. You couldn’t blame her though. Ever since your dad had died when you were younger she had been a nervous wreck. Your injury was just the tipping point.

You physically couldn’t stand to stay in a house with her anymore. She hovered over everything you did. And though you were grateful to have a parent that loved you so much, you had enough.

Every nightmare where you woke up panting and screaming was reason enough for her to burst into your room to check on you and scare you even more. The constant fussing over you with your headaches and nosebleeds even though they were common occurrences now had made you feel ten times worse, causing you to snap at her when she tried to help you.

Enough was enough. So after a lot of fights and heated debates, you moved into the small home that your grandmother had once owned. Really this arrangement worked out for everyone. The once empty house now had life in it again. You would be able to take care of it and try to fix it up while you also got space from your mother.

You liked being alone in your little house. The only downside would be the silence making your thoughts louder. Playing your music cranked up all the way from the little radio that sat on your kitchen counter seemed to help with that for the most part. Not only did it help with your thoughts, but the music also miraculously helped your headaches. And when there wasn’t the music, there was always the heaps of medicines you had been prescribed.

You didn’t know why the music helped. When you told your doctor he just raised his eyebrows at you and wrote something down. So who knows.

The house was a small two bedroom in a wooded area not too far from Lovers Lake. Far enough that the house received minimal damage from the quake.

If only you could say the same about yourself.

You pushed yourself out of the bed and trudged to the bathroom. Surprisingly, you didn’t wake up with a nosebleed today. They happened so often that you had to switch out your white sheets for a darker color because you got tired of scrubbing them everyday. At this point you felt like you could single-handedly leave a crime scene spotless while armed only with a scrub brush and hydrogen peroxide.

Your days were usually all the same. You get ready for work in the hallway bathroom, remind yourself to fix the leaky sink, take your medication, grab your lunch, and run out the door.

Your drive to work was full of detours and sharp turns. The earthquake happened back in March, and seems like the town is taking its time to rebuild. Some roads were still shut down, including most of mainstreet.

There had been a large number of environmental scientists roaming the area around the quake. A lot of men with hazmat suits frequented the sites of destruction. Every time you saw them it gave you the chills. Reminding you of something from an apocalyptic movie.

You pulled into the small brick building with the bright yellow sign outside. Hawkins Daycare was not your first choice for a job. But as it turns out, bills do not stop for natural disasters or medical emergencies. So here you were.

You walk in through the front doors. No kids were there yet so you joined your coworkers in getting things set up for the day. The two ladies you worked with were older than you by at least 30 something years. You also suspected that they didn’t like you since you replaced their friend that had retired. This left you all working together in silence.

Not that you minded. You just wanted to do your job and go home for the day. The worst part would be the days that the headaches are bad. Kids screaming and crying over spilled paint or missing toys definitely didn’t help.

Today was definitely one of those days. It had started out so well but around lunch time your head was pounding. Every noise and glare of the harsh fluorescent lights intensified the pain to the point of nausea.

Your coworker, Connie, must have noticed you rubbing your temples, or maybe it was the squinting or winces at every loud child but she gave you a pointed look. “Are you okay over there?” She said as she sat in a chair too small for her, helping a kid glue some papers together. It wasn’t hard to miss her condescending tone.

“Yep, I’m just gonna run to the bathroom really quickly. Be right back.” You got up and grabbed your bag. Determined to make it to the bathroom before she could even reply to you.

You slid the lock on the bathroom door the second you shut it. Standing in front of the sink you pressed your forehead against the cool glass of the mirror.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

You pulled away from the sink to reach in your bag and dig until your fingers made contact with the plastic bottle.

Using the water that flowed from the sink and your hands as a cup, you swallowed down the 3 pills of extra strength whatever you had grabbed from the pharmacy.

Another breath.

You opened your eyes again when you felt the wetness on your face.

“Shit,” you muttered as you cupped your hand over your nose to try to catch the blood before it ruined your shirt any more.

You grabbed a handful of the harsh paper towels, wetting them in the sink before you wiped the blood from your nose to your upper lip.

You leaned closer to the mirror to ensure you had gotten it all when you saw a dark figure run quickly behind you. The shadowy silhouette had moved so quickly you almost missed it.

“Hello?” you called. Back pressed against the sink. You knew you had to be alone. The doors were open to the two stalls in front of you leaving the intruder with no place to hide.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

“It’s not a nightmare. You’re okay,” you reaffirmed yourself before spinning to make sure you had cleaned all the blood off before going back to work.

The rest of the day went by without any more mishaps. You could’ve gone without the judgemental looks Connie purposefully shot you and the blood stains on your shirt from your nosebleed.

At least it was friday.

The weather was nice enough to roll the windows down in your car for the drive home. The loud guitar solo playing from your speakers assisted in clearing your mind as you navigated the roads home.

Times like this were your refuge. You had always loved music but since your injury it had become your lifeline. It was the only time you didn’t have to think about the headaches, the nightmares, the nosebleeds, the memory loss, or the constant feeling that something was misplaced. You could just exist.

The memory loss was probably the worst part. The days leading up to the earthquake were gone. A large chunk of highschool was gone. Certain birthdays and holidays were gone. Your highschool graduation was gone. It was an unsettling feeling like a large part of you was lost forever.

Whenever you asked your mom about the hospital or about how exactly you had gotten hurt in the quake, you were always met with a deflective answer. You assume it’s just too hard for her to talk about.

The ding of the gas light turning on drew you from your thoughts. Making a sharp last minute turn you pulled into one of the only gas stations on this side of town.

On the way into the store you dug in your bag, in search of your wallet. You didn’t realize the man was there until you ran right into his chest. Your wallet hit the ground with a loud smack.

“Shit, are you okay?” the man said, grabbing your arms to keep you steady.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry about th-” your words died in your throat as you realized who you had run into.

You cleared your throat and pointedly looked at where his hands still rested on your arms . “Yeah, Eddie. I’m fine.”

He pulled his hands away quickly but his look of concern didn’t disappear.

“You know who I am?” he said so quietly that you almost missed it.

“We went to school together, I think.” You shuffled your feet awkwardly. “Besides, I think everyone knows who you are.” You tilted your head towards two older men that stood outside the gas station smoking their cigarettes and glaring at Eddie.

Eddie had gotten himself into some trouble right before the earthquake. You had no memory of it happening but according to the news reports and the talk around town it was a big deal.

The murders of Chrissy Cunningham, Fred Benson, and Patrick Mckinney had rocked the town of Hawkins. You couldn’t remember the story you had heard exactly but apparently there had been a manhunt for Eddie. He had been the main suspect due to some damning evidence. The rumors of his ties to Satanism and the occult surely didn’t help his case to the town either.

You didn’t have many memories of Eddie from school besides the occasional class or his lunch table rampages that you only vaguely recalled. He seemed to have been just a passing blur in the hallway. Honestly, if you hadn’t seen him in front of you now you probably wouldn’t have been able to put a face to the name.

“Right, from school. Let me just grab that for you,” he said as he snatched your wallet from the ground and held it out for you.

You took it out of his hand and clutched it protectively to your chest. It didn’t go unnoticed from you that Eddie kept opening and closing his mouth like he had something else to say to you.

Eventually he gave up and snapped his mouth shut. His eyes never leaving your face, bouncing around each of your features like he didn’t know where to focus. You felt uneasy. Not that Eddie was as scary up close as he looked from a distance but a nagging voice in the back of your head reminded you that he was accused of murder. Yeah, all of the charges had been dropped, but it was still scary.

What if the courts had gotten it wrong?

You were saved from the awkward silence when one of the men smoking in front of the building spoke up. “Hey, is he bothering you?”

You and Eddie both snapped out of your trances. He took a large step back away from you to give you some space.

You shook your head at the older men and gave Eddie a polite smile before sidestepping around him to head into the gas station.

When you made it inside you glanced over your shoulder to see him still standing where you left him. His shoulders were tense and his head was tilted down like he was staring at the ground.

Weird.

You grabbed your snacks and paid for your gas. Ignoring the strange sense of panic overtaking your body.

By the time you made it back outside, you were relieved to see that Eddie Munson was gone.

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nativeofsumeru · 1 year

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His Majesty (Zhongli x fem! reader)

A/N: This too is an old fic I wrote way back when so apologies for any errors.

(Not proofread)

(I might post some of the next parts I wrote that follow this story if there's enough positive feedback.) UPDATE:

(AU-Liyue is a kingdom, Zhongli is a dragon with a humanoid form with his special arms and horns and tail, he is the deity/king that rules over Liyue, this is more of an ancient China theme inspired fic. you are a from a high class, wealthy, and influential family who is friends with the royals. Hu Tao is a princess whom you've grown up with that Zhongli has adopted. Xiao is an adopted prince. Both were poor orphans for the first few years of life before he took them in. Ningguang is your sister. There is also parent mistreatment.)

(Y/N) clutched the fabrics closer to her body. She wasn't cold, but it was for a sense of comfort. It must've been the upteenth time she's wandered these halls, and yet, they still feel so lonely. The high ceiling of the palace made her feel small. The warm colors decorating the walls didn't make the setting any more welcoming. Her fabrics were a rich red made of the finest silk flowers, hand crafted and hand designed. Buying a single section of this kind of quality fabric of such a color and with such patterns could easily set back a commoner family decades in the financial department. And here she was. Wearing it practically for free. The hall stretched on for miles. She couldn't even begin to imagine how many lives must've been lost to create such a structure, at the hands of a god. Her attention was caught further down the hall. A faint yet familiar "Yahoo!" could be heard heading her way. (Y/N) smiled warmly and walked briskly towards the voice, her long fabrics flowing on behind her.

"Hu Tao?" She said, her voice was a little raised.

"(Y/N)!" Her friend came into view. They embraced each other smiling."It's been so long!" (Y/N) nodded.

"Yea...it has. How's life been? I haven't seen you since the wedding..." Hu Tao sighed.

"Don't be surprised. I think I'm the unluckiest woman in the world to have been married to that guy. If Master didn't arrange the whole thing I would've gladly stayed here with you. I know it gets lonely here." (Y/N) looked down at the ground sadly. "Yea..."

"He's on a trip though, going to sell some things in Inazuma so today I was able to escape the maids and pop in for the visit." (Y/N) was shocked to hear that.

"What?! But aren't you afraid?" Hu Tao acted nonchalant., hands on her hips and smiling.

"Of what? The Dragon's Gaze? I can deal with that old man if his wrath ever comes near me. I'll be fine. Besides, it's not fair that you're here all alone by yourself every day."

"I guess so." Her friend put a hand on her shoulder. (Y/N) looked up and here and smiled.

"Come on, let's go to the stables or something and enjoy our time while we're here." The smile faltered.

"Uhhh, about that..." Hu Tao was surprised.

"He doesn't allow you to go to the stables too?!"

"No no no no no, not that. It's just that, I don't think I'm allowed to ride the horses or anything."

"Why not? We always used to do it. Have you not been able to since I left?" Her friend frowned at her. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around her stomach.

"I'm, uh...banned from any strenuous activity for now. Um, the doctor says I might be with child."

"WHAT?!" Hu Tao quickly covered her mouth, she hadn't expected to be that loud. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad, but based off her friend's reaction, (Y/N) didn't seem all that thrilled.

"He doesn't know yet and I'm scared." Her friend took her in her arms again and squeezed tightly.

"How did I end up here?"

(Y/N) walked around her estate. It was a bright sunny day, no clouds in sight, and the weather was warm. Not too far above, a mighty woosh could be heard and the shadow of a dragon soared in the sky. It has shiny metallic brown scales, large golden horns, and a glowing golden and orange mane. The most distinguishing feature of this dragon was it's piercing honey gold eyes that could strike fear in even the bravest of men. She remembered the lesson from her history class.

'Long ago, 500 years into the past, the kingdom of Liyue was a small yet prosperous nation, the only one in the area for miles. The people lived peacefully at first, however, then the Queen of Monsters awokened from her thousand year slumber. She pillaged the land with her monster kin, destroying homes, and flattening cities. The militias and armies fought valiantly at the old Emperor's command. Yet all efforts to quell the threat failed. More monsters had begun infiltrating the capital and it wouldn't be much longer until the Queen had arrived upon the land and ended every human life, except those she deemed worthy to be her followers. You could see her silhouette on the horizon, growing nearer and nearer. The people fled as quickly as they could for their lives, when suddenly...a massive dragon burst forth from the earth, filled with beauty and might. He fiercely took down the Queen of Monsters in a monsterous battle alongside the humans. He fought valiantly until he eventually ended her life with a bite to the throat. He made quick work of her remaining followers and monster kin, those who were lucky enough to escape his punishment fled far beyond the mountains, never to return again. The mighty dragon became known as The Protector and the people began worshipping him for years to come. As time went on, Liyue began rebuilding from scratch under the Dragon's Gaze, the modern day name of His Majesty's army and special forces to protect the people. Eventually, the need for a new ruler became apparent with the death of the previous royals and many of the upper class. The people were all in agreement that The Protector should be the one to rule over Liyue. He listened to their wishes and had transformed himself into a more humanoid form that would allow him to tend to specific matters. He expanded the kingdom and brought prosperity to the once weakened people on the brink of extinction. Since then, the dragon has lived on, protecting the people and ruling over Liyue.'

"(Y/N)! My dear, let's go! It's time for dinner with the royal family!" Her mother ran over and almost dragged her to the dressing room in their mansion.

"Mom, do I really have to wear this?" Her mom yanked at her hair mid styling. "Ow-"

"Yes, and I will not hear another bit of complaining from you. Now shut it and sit still while I try to tame this lion's mane." Her sister walked out from behind the changing screen.

"How do I look mother?" She asked. Their mother let go of (Y/N)'s hair letting it fall back down to have to be styled again as she rushed to her sister. Their mother gently put her hands on her sister's face.

"Oh Ningguang you look beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! His majesty will surely accept your hand in marriage!" Ningguang gave a frustrated sigh.

"Mother, how many times do I have to tell you. I'm not interested in that old man. I'm just going because the family is, I could care less that he's lonely and wants a wife now."

"Nonsense!" Their mother said joyfully while returning back to (Y/N)'s hair. "Your father and I have worked so hard for this moment, Ningguang! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to return to tending to her sister's erm, unique hair." Ningguang walked out of the room. Their mother tightened her grip on (Y/N)'s hair and whispered harshly into your ear, her cheery expression fading.

"Now you listen here. You will lay low and let your older sister have the spotlight. You are not to look at His Majesty at all and you will simply do your best to act as if you didn't exist, alright dear?"

"Yes mother." The cheery tone and smile returned.

"Oh I'm so excited! I can't wait for your sister to be married!!"

===Later===

The family entered the palace and were told that His Majesty was running a little behind and that they could feel free to roam the palace while they waited.

"Hey Mother, is it alright if (Y/N) and I explore on our own?" Ningguang asked.

"Of course dear! You go and have fun!" Their mother was practically star struck. "Oh to be in the palace of a god, The Great Protector!" The girls walked away. They walked down one of the many halls. (Y/N) was fascinating and in awe whereas Ningguang seemed unfazed. If anything she seemed bored.

"Hey sis?" (Y/N) snapped out of her trance.

"Yea?"

"I'm going to find the lady's room, ok? You stay here." (Y/N) nodded and her sister walked away. (Y/N) slowly walked around the hall, forgetting her sister's instructions to stay put. They would be seeing each other all at dinner anyway. One hall had painting and engraving carved into the wall and various sculptures depicting the events of 500 years ago and The Protector's rise to power. (Y/N) stared at the artwork, it inspired her. Eventually at the end of the hallway was a statue of a humanoid figure although he had some dragon-like characteristics. (Y/N)'s hand slowly found themselves running over the features of the man lightly. She couldn't help but admire the amount of craftsmanship put into such a piece.

"What are you doing?" She screamed and jumped back in fright from the voice behind her nearly falling to the ground. But something caught her arm before she could.

"You should really be more careful." The deep male voice said again. She looked up to see the piercing golden eyes of His Majesty, The Great Protector. Time seemed to stand still. Her eyes widened and he helped her regain stability on her feet. She immediately looked away and bowed her head, putting her arms together and profusely apologizing.

"I am so sorry, I am so sorry, I am so sorry, I am SO sorry, i am so sorry, Your Majesty. I promise to never ensite your wrath again, I am so sorry." His expression didn't change.

"There is no need to apologize." She looked up at him surprised as he turned his back. "I understand humans are naturally curious. You seem to have a keen eye for artwork." The GREAT Protector, His Majesty, was speaking to HER. "Am I wrong?" He said as if waiting for her to respond.

"O-Oh um um um y-yea uh haha um uh y-yes. I-I like work I mean art I mean artwork yes um....yea." He faced her once more. Those eyes were so....entrancing.

"You are the daughter of my guests I am hosting this evening are you not?" She remembered her mother's rules.

"Oh um yea, and my sister uh-"

"Excellent, we will be dining soon. Please go to the dinner table now. Your parents are already there. I will be arriving shortly." (Y/N) nodded profusely.

"Yes, Your Majesty, thank you." And she briskly walked away.

She sat at her seat in the dining room which might as well be a ballroom, it was massive. Her parents were present however she was yet to spot her sister.

"Where is your sister?" Her mother asked, frustrated.

"I don't know-" A servant entered.

"All rise, for the entrance of his Majesty, The Great Protector." In walked His Majesty, in expensive shining fabrics changing the atmosphere of the room with his presence. (Y/N) looked at him. Was he always this handsome?

(Y/N)'s mother was grinning ear to ear, trying so hard to advertise herself as an amazing mother. Her father didn't change much, he was still expressionless and seemed indifferent with the situation at hand. (Y/N) sat farthest from where The Protector would be seated and began her process of laying low. Her mother began buttering him up and making excuses for her other daughter's temporary absence which His Majesty didn't seem to care much about. (Y/N) swore he had been glancing at her multiple times throughout the dinner. She only ate small portions and never asked the servants for extra food or service unlike her mother who was basking in the feeling of being royalty.

Eventually her mother had enough.

"(Y/N)!"

"Yes mother?"

"Where is Ningguang?! I wanted her to meet His Majesty!"

"Ma'am," a different servant entered the room.

"WHAT?!" Her mother snapped.

"Your daughter was found boarding a ship at the docks not long ago."

"SHIP?!?!?! WHAT SHIP?!" His Majesty looked over mid tea sip.

"The Crux ship of Captain Beidou!"

"Pirates kidnapped?!?!?" Her mother began looking worried. The servant nervously passed a piece of paper to her.

"Um..Not exactly Mrs....She dropped this while smiling and flipping off those trying to stop her..."

-Mom, Dad, I haven't been kidnapped. I like women. See you never. :)-

Her mother became frantic. His Majesty gave a small chuckle. (Y/N) looked at him and blushed. Gosh he was handsome. They made eye contact and she shifted her gaze back to her very interesting bowl of empty soup. Very interesting.

"My apologies, your Majesty, but we must be heading home now!" Her mother said sweetly through gritted teeth.

"Oh, is that so?"

"YES." She clutched (Y/N)'s shoulders so tightly she gave a small yelp. He took notice. (Y/N) got up and solemnly followed them out the door.

"Wait," He said sternly and calmly arose from his seat. "I would like her to stay."

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, whom are you speaking of?" Her mother said pushing (Y/N) out behind the door.

"Her. Your other daughter ma'am." He pointed at said (Y/N).

"W-What other daughter?" He didn't falter. "O-oh her, she's not our daughter, she's some servant's daughter we got paid to take with us.

"Hm," He said. "No wonder she is so well mannered. Tell the servant who birthed her that her daughter was fortunate to draw my keen eye and I would like her to stay the weekend at the palace." (Y/N)'s mother seemed like she was going to explode knowing where this was going.

"Of course Your Majesty. I will relay the message. Are you sure you want this dirty servant girl?"

"Yes." She dragged her daughter back into the room and left without saying another word. She was admittedly near tears. She never expected that her parents would lie to The Protector about her to deter him from her.

"You never have to see them again. The wedding is tomorrow afternoon. Anything you wish to have on that day shall be granted. Simply tell my servants and if it is in my power to bestow it upon you I shall." Then he left.

The bed was comfortable. This is what royalty could buy. Her new husband entered the bedroom and began to undress himself. It was time to consummate the marriage and make it final. She stared at him in awe and was nervous. He was muscular and extremely well built, almost as if he hadn't been alive for centuries. He was big too....Wait. Consummate the marriage?!

"I was the first one to sleep with The Great Protector." (Y/N) said drunkenly, holding her glass up.

"You go bestie." Hu Tao slurred. A worried servant was tending to the two.

"U-um your majesties? Don't you think you've had enough?"

"Pour us another Katheryne!"

"My name is Xingxi."

"That sex was fuckin great lemme tell you."

"Tell me."

"Damn right I rode that dragon baby." Xingxi took the remaining alcohol and left the vicinity to do other chores.

She layed in bed on her back, staring at the ceiling. Intricately painted and carved designs of dragons decorated it. She missed him. It was unfortunate that the war had happened so soon and that her love had to go fight it. He was The Protector after all. She kept her hands above her stomach. It would surely grow in 9 months. If The Protector were to...no. Let's not think about that. No heir is needed. The Protector would return in due time. She stroked her stomach. Would she really have a baby? She felt a faint thud vibrate the ground.

"Your Majesty?" A servant knocked on the door of her room. (Y/N) sat up and made herself decent.

"Come in."

"Your Majesty, he has returned." Her eyes widened and she quickly sprinted out of the room and out the door. She rushed down the many halls and bumped into many different servants.

"SORRY!" She yelled back at them. Her footsteps were so loud. She rushed outside to the courtyard nearly crashing into a servant who had been quick enough to open the door.

There he has. The massive dragon looked at her with it's soft honey gold eyes and walked towards her. It blew on her face and gently nudged her head. She smiled and cried and hugged its face holding it close to her. The dragon let her and closed its eyes as its wife held on tightly. She stroked its face and they looked at each other.

"My love." She heard it say.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli #zhongli x female reader #genshin impact au #genshin imagines #zhongli x reader au #genshin #rex lapis #genshin impact morax #morax #morax x reader #rex lapis x reader

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siremasterlawrence · 9 months

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Henry Cavill has felt quite off for the longest time getting on his motorcycle he rides off in to the desert just blasting through the area as if he is in a race.

Story request by @male-meat-suit

Someone always feels like they beside him one way or the other he can’t escape it so he might as well make a run for it as far as he can go.

Henry checking his area through the mirror can help himself because every once in a while he keeps seeing a stranger in the view mirror.

Unfortunately for him he has no idea what

is to come this day the more he revs up the motorcycle getting him hard this should not be happening.

The power of the motorcycle revs up in even more roaring in to the road as he speeds in to the desert and the gas from the pipe blows up.

The motorcycle starts to glow blowing up in a shiny silver color channeling in to his body Henry does not know why but there is a true reverb happening.

A pair of arms reach on to him grabbing and groping him as he squirms on the seat he is in a sea of madness as his aura is now on a sexual high.

Suddenly, his body is losing absolute control every action, thought and motion is a totally robotic and he is no longer in control of his body.

A woosh or power rushes coming up from the bottom of feet shoots up in to the nerves occupying his body inside him he can feel a another soul.

His mind is spinning a figure in back of his mind a new figure standing alone in a dark shadowy figure looming over him growing stronger by the second.

“DAMN IT! Why this feeling go?”

“And what is with the glint?”

“A mirror trick?”

“BLAST”

“Calm down”

“Let me stop here and grab some water “

“I can’t help this feeling”

“Is someone watching me”

“Creepy “

“My head is spinning”

“Uuuugggghhhh!”

“Oh God!”

“Why am I so hard?”

“About to cum”

“FUCK”

“I am in control now”

“Who are you ?”

“Relinquish your body to me”

“Nnnooo Ssstttoooppp!”

His blue revels with a surge of electrical red bloody currents causing his cock to shoot cum through his pants instantly getting harder.

The pain pricking him causing him to soar, grow stiff and hard as they become totally immobile losing his balance he crashes to the floor.

His head spins blacking out in to semi aware drop in to unconsciousness with his body in a catatonic state of nothingness and black bleakness spreads.

Awakening in this space he lifts himself up in to the sky he sees the man an unimportant guy so unimpressive young guy with no muscle.

His super level definition of height he is now overshadowing the nerdy young man’s who stares at him with no fear or worry to his deflation.

In real time his body aimlessly his body is back on his feet checking out the area to see no cars coming and begins to strip off his clothes.

His hands digging under his shirt letting the sun shine on bus washboard abs throwing it to the side and his hands on his bely is next it’s sexy.

He hates this deep need to be used, lusted after and watched as the man is overtaking him it’s disgusting to me and it’s the stupid ridiculous.

The belt slides off, pants are unbutton and zipper drawn and it’s no more privacy from here. The pants are off leaving nothing but ones imagination.

Striking a pose he props up his cellphone on a display of rocks as he poses for a multiple sets of showcasing his body and even does a video recording.

“Hey I am Henry Cavill, I am fine, and vain.”

“I would never say that..you are liar”

“We can’t here you “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“The heat is killing me”

“And I am hot”

“It’s my body “

“Not anymore “

“Fuck! I won’t let you “

“As if you have a choice “

“I do…I one hundred percent do”

“You have no power here “

“Welcome to the sub space!”

“Hey baby”

“You want this pretty ass”

“I am free”

“To be with you and you “

“Of course you “

“Why am loving this?”

“I am fading! No! Let me go! I want my life…I”

“Bye bye”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Motherfucking pussy bitch”

Henry Cavill disappears inside his own mind he fell in to swirl submission.

The end

#henry cavill #leather jacket #desert #possession #ghost #body possession #spirit

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starbabyg · 8 months

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i’m out of school finally so here y’all braden girlys go!!!

your boobs? literally like a toy for him he once drove hot wheels on them while you did work

always wants you riding him he LOVES it

gets turn on by looking at your waist

^lets say y’all are in the car and he goes over a speed bump and the way your waist “rides” it drives him CRAZY so when y’all get home he definitely has you ride tf out of him

low rise jeans???? he LOVESSSSSS when your wear them

^sometimes your thong strings stick out and it just is like heaven to him

you will be sitting on his lap and he just randomly starts “fingering” you through your leggings or shorts

when he’s thinking dirty dirty thots you always can tell because his eyes turn dark and any breath you lets out sounds kinda like a whimper or groan

loves the chair squeaking when your riding him on it

yuuuup he’s such a titty guy. He just loves wooshing them, they’re like stress balls to him. And I can totally see him trying do tricks on them with a hot wheel 😭😭

He’s also absentmindedly playing with your tits too. He’ll be reading a book or on his laptop and just be squeezing it while he focused on his task.

You riding him has got to be his favorite position. He gets to see you over him, tits bouncing and that angelic look you make when you moan. He just grips your waist and man handles you too, his veiny hands look huge compared to you.

You wearing thongs is a weakness. You intentionally bend over as much as you can to show him you’re wearing one.

You can never be alone with him in the car in a skirt anymore cause he just somehow always finds his fingers crawling up your thigh and dipping into your panties. You’ll be in traffic and he’ll just start playing with you. This is his favorite way of edging you, by the time you’re at your destination your slick wet and frustrated because you were so close to your climax.

Horny Braden is a sight to see. His hair is always disheveled with a couple pieces strung in front of his face. His brows are always furrowed and his jaw clenched (with his sexc ass sharp ass jawline yum). His voice is always guttural and deep cause he just wants to fuck the shit out of you. Ugh I need to see it rn!!

#🤠 anon #starbabyganon #Braden Schneider thots #braden schneider #braden schneider smut #nhl thots #starbabyg #starbabygasks #hockey fic #hockey imagine #hockey smut #nhl smut #ny rangers smut #nhl imagine

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cevans-is-classic · 1 year

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He held his finger to his helmet, knocking his head to motion where you slept on the couch before picking Grogu up and sitting him in his bag.

The door closed with a soft woosh, the sun's coming down on the porch, sending light scattering over the stream.

"Alright," He moved towards the speeder, "It's almost been a year, and Galaxy did something nice for us, so we are going to do something nice in return."

Grogu cooed and smiled up at him, ears wiggling when the speeder started and wind whips past them.

What felt like months ago — but couldn't have been more than a few days — he'd come to the inner city to visit Karga and replenish goods when the kid jumped out of the bag and fumbled towards a small stand.

"Grogu, no." Hehas a — questionable — habit of grabbing any food nearby which raised Djarin's panic mode. They're trying to stop it, but, well, it'll take time.

He'd picked him up, hand reaching for covering credits when he stopped; taking in what Grogu wandered towards.

The merchant said she'd hold it until they'd return.

She'd even given Grogu his own slip of paper, saying she'd put the item on reserve just for him.

(It'd taken a long talk to convince not to give up the surprise with it.)

The vendor's eyes all opened wide when they approached, Grogu walking beside him, his slip of paper held out.

"Hello." Djarin picked him up, settling him on the edge of the table against his hip for the merchant to take the slip.

"He's been looking forward to this."

She smile down at the little guy, "It's all wrapped up. Let me grab it."

Djarin counted out the credits, showing them to Grogu. When the merchant turned back to them with a blue and purple box — the stop sealed down with a small white button on the front — Djarin slipped Grogu the credits and let his son set them down.

His ears lifted, eyes blinking, mouth dropped on a long, oohing noise. One small green hand touched the box, sliding it closer until he could hold it on his lap.

Djarin nodded to the vendor, "Thank you again. The colors are correct."

Her head bounced in return, hand waving goodbye to Grogu as they walked away.

Grogu wouldn't let go of the box.

"You can't keep it during the ride back. I need to put it in the hold."

One long blink.

"Grogu-"

Two long blinks and ear wiggle.

"Grogu- you-" Djarin moved to take the box.

"Neyh." He turned sideways to avoid Djarin's fingers reaching the lid.

Letting out an even sigh, he relented, "Sure you have it?"

With a determined pout, Grogu held the box close to him, stuffing as much in the bag as he could. His forehead scrunched in concentration, which assured Djarin they won't — hopefully — lose it before getting back.

"Let's go."

"Ah!"

Pedro Masterlist

Galaxy Eyes Masterlist

Why was I already doing that? Idk. Anyway. Hope you aren't tired of these bad boys cuz there's more. Trust me.

It's just been an eventful day 😄😄😄

#djarin grogu and galaxy #din djarin snippet #din grogu #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian #pedro pascal

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itsbuckytm · 2 years

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Till life and death | Henry Creel

In which by living a simple life as a nurse, gets to meet a certain someone that will possibly change your life.

Ps : English isn’t my mother’s tongue language, some minor errors might appear (if so, the story will get updated with the correct terms if seen) if so, hope you enjoyed!! 🤍

Henry remembered you.

He remembers everything.

From being the first project to once favorited by its own mentors. Mind you his ideologies weren’t working in his favors either. The time and effort he crafted to perfection now ruined right beneath his eyes, just as he witness your presence. A silhouette so delicate, almost too delicious not to devour in one bite. A fragrance so strong it almost made him sick to the stomach and yet it possessed him not to leave you out of his sight.

Luckily you worked part time at the laboratory and you were assigned to coordinate each patient’s medications and procedure when the time came. You definitely knew about 001. His real name however, remained another subject. With chance your shift was not aligned with his and by the time you got the hang of your position, Dr. Brenner assigned you with more patients. Almost protesting to argue to why, his only reasoning were that you were the best for the position and he had put his full trust on you and no one else.

It has been a few days since the new shift. Not truly on board with the decision, a single thought brought you joy the second you stepped foot inside the laboratory. Coffee. Only a simple yet official sip of fresh brewed coffee had brought enough exhatic and mindless thoughs before starting this hell hole of a routine. Before heading to work, a co-worker you worked with gave you the list of the new and usual patients you were going to serve today and for the rest of your life. “Good luck.” He knew your sentimental about new faces and with the smirk he gave you before leaving, you were for of a god damn ride.

Thanking the nurses with the new medication prescribed everything felt now new to you. As if you were back to square one. Noticing you were in advance doing a full run of your usual patients was probably the best decision until it reaches to the unknown. Time went relatively quick, patients grew happy when seeing your arrival others went mental and were sent to the isolation room. With a sigh of relief you were able to get most of them. Just when your finger brushes through the texture paper and saw the number. A number no one. No one not even the damn nurses were to wish upon anything to face this thing. 001.

With a sigh of unsureness the grip of your fingers as it held the tray became slightly slippery by each steps as you approached the room. You are a grown woman, it can’t be that bad. A damn fool. Telling such things to your self you were this close to think that maybe you were the one utterly insane. That everything around you was only just a dream.

“Come in.”

That voice… It caught you so sudden yet it grasped your body like a cloud into the sky. You leaned closer to the door, his back facing you, your fingers trembling by the touch. The doorknob felt cold just like his presence and the moment you opened the door, a woosh of subtle wind embraces your cheeks as if the air itself had truly interpreted onto him.

“You’re the new nurse, I suppose?”

“Yes.”

Great. First impressions failed miserably the first instinct was to leave the tray and rush to the exist soon as possible. The lesser you talked the less trouble you caused. With knowing such little information about him the chances of creating an awkwardness awareness grew more by the ticking clock within each seconds that passed by.

“You are not going to serve me?”

He turned to face you. The bright blue that shines through his eyes caughting you so off guard somehow spread a soft smile upon his delicate features. It had struck you so much that you barely noticed how ridiculous you looked when blinking a few times to return to reality and with shame and hesitation politely asked him to repeat his question.

“You are not going to serve me?”

His voice was more demanding this time. Definitely left you out of your comfort zone, however you managed to nod quietly humming a subtle yes enough for him to understand. Meaning reading through the lips almost became a second nature to him. Approaching him you noticed the cold once met prior but with luck you got used to it. “Here is your usual. I don’t have sadly the procedure on his your medication works but I am sure-”

He chuckles. Fuck. You should’ve shut your damn mouth and left things there. His eyes finally met yours, offering you a sit next to him. Uncertain about it, patients like this were rare in the laboratory. You remembered the discussion you had before getting offered the shift by Dr. Brenner.

“Oh and Y/N?”

��Yes, Dr. Brenner?”

“I’ll be assigning you a new patient by Monday. He is normally under my care but this time and with my full trust I will give it to you.”

With the incident of another nurse disappearing after a doing the opposite of Benner’s orders, no one not even its own god damn secretaries took the opportunity to be against his ideologies. So in Benner’s words you followed 001’s request and requested him to serve his medication the preferred way.

When the serving began silence corrupted the room either 001 enjoyed empty white covered window’s room or you were 100% going to prescribe yourself another medication in order to calm overlapping loop as you served him the correct measurement and water intake over and over again until none was left in the tray.

“May I say something?”

“Of course…” The shyness in your voice was for a him a sort of a amusement. Almost too laughable to not notice when the color of your cheeks turned into a slight shade of pink.

“Out of all the nurses I had in the pass, you are one of a awkward yet the most beautiful creature, I’ve seen.”

Wait a god damn minute… was that a compliment or an insult. Either way not deceiving him was probably the best option. “Um… Thank you?”

“Henry is the name.”

Henry… You mesmerized it in your head. His name felt so smooth as you murmured it softly almost too well for you own sake.

“Well… what’s yours?” He apologizes by telling you that he had been definitely lacking social skills ever since his other nurse sadly passed away.

“The name is- is Y/N. I work-”

“Yes I know you. He told me about you. He told me that you were my new… guardian angel. Although I believe it should be the other way around, what do you think?”

Pinch myself. Was all you thought when hearing such baffled words coming from your patient’s name. Almost to the point of laughing out of agony. That is of course when you had the guts to do so, but his present was so much stronger than anything other you almost started to believe him.

That is when he approaches from a few inches closer coughing you off guard as you felt his lips slightly brushing against yours but not enough to potentially be this close. The cold of his fingers almost white as snow touched your lips, ushing you to make another word. Smirking when he knew that his new prey was withing a blink of an eye right in front of him. The one he looked, craved, dreamed off every night since.

“Shhh.. Peter is the only one that matters now. You are now under his rules, power and wishes. He will protect you just as you will protect him. Till life and death.”

His words hypnotized you without even being aware of. You felt suddenly so petite around him, wanting to take him under his wings.

“Say it.”

It became more crisp. Almost as if you ever decided to run now, both of your lives were to vanish away completely. Your eyes locked within each other not leaving it out sight. You gulp out of nervousness, realizing you were to starstruck by his power, his words effortlessly blended with yours.

“Say… what?”

“Till life and death.”

#stranger things x reader #henry creel #steve harrintong imagines #eddie munson #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #dustin stranger things #lucas stranger things #maxine hargrove #robin stranger things #stranger things imagine #henry creel x reader #vecna stranger things #vecna x reader #x reader #imagines request #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things season 4

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serotonincemetery · 1 year

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Can you please do a headcanon thing of the 141 team + Alejandro, Konig on how they would react riding a horse? Weather for the first time or they have history in equestrianism is up to you

Equestrianism? Listen man, I know little to nothing about horses. Uhhh I’ll do my best lmao.

Price

- Mans is relatively old(old man)

- He obviously knows about horses, who doesn’t?

- Considering he’s in the military he has had little to no time to ride horses whatsoever.

- If introduced to the idea, he’d look at you like 🤨

- Price would try to ride a horse once though, just to humour himself.

- Actually does quite well and suggests that you two go back at least once every time you two are off duty.

Gaz

- I feel as though Gaz would at least have ridden a horse once or twice before.

- Occasionally rides horses recreationally when he’s not on mission

- Probably spends time at a stable working with horses every so often.

- Mans loves going out on hour long trail rides with you.

- HE LIVES FOR IT

- Just the idea of the two of you relaxing somewhere on a trail only in each other’s company(+ the horses) is so serene to him.

- 110% better if you’re a civie and not in the military because he’d relish these moments with you.

- If you’re in the military he would enjoy the moment just as much because both of you are off duty and spending quality time together.

Soap

- I’m split between Soap having ridden a horse once, or him not knowing much on them at all.

- Mans is hesitant about it

- Riding a horse?

- Why?

- He doesn’t understand the feeling of freedom that riding a horse gives someone until he actually rides a horse.

- Will not want to get off

- Will have to get off to let the horse rest

- Lowkey he would be salty about actually enjoying the horse ride

Ghost

- Mans knows shit fuck all about horses.

- Never ridden a horse whatsoever

- Only seen them in photos lmao

- Is not up to the idea of riding a horse

- Not in a million years.

- Though those million years go quite fast because you’d end up convincing him one way or another and boom

- Here you are trying to help him into the saddle and his muscles are shaking.

- Legit cannot fathom the idea that he’s a military man hardened by years of service who’s shaking while trying to get on a horse

König

- No. Just no.

- He has not experienced ridding a horse, seeing one, hearing one, or even been in a 50km radius of one.

- If introduced to the idea of riding horses, he’s scared he might hurt it.

- Would stand like 🧍‍♂️ while waiting for the horse to be geared up.

- If man’s gets into the saddle he would ultimately end up getting his feet caught in the stirrups.

- Will literally panic when the horse moves.

- Killing people and warfare is his forte. Not riding horses.

- Would calm down after about 20 minutes, his muscles would still be a bit tensed and he tries to ease up the pressure put on the horse.

- Still worried he would hurt it.

- Undoubtedly would relax even more and become comfortable and enjoy the ride probably about half way through.

Alejandro

- Dude’s isn’t very up to the idea of riding a horse.

- Like Soap, Why????

- He’s probably give you a 👁️👄👁️ look if you brought it up.

- I feel as though he’d do pretty well actually if he were to ride a horse.

- Though mans is muscled up from the military, he would grumble about how his knees and ankles hurt from being bent.

- The moment a breeze would woosh by, he’d be like in a movie where hes riding a horse and looking into the distance with the wind blowing through his short locks and a phrase would show up above him. “No matter how hard the journey, the end result is worth it”

- Would act like he was in a movie

- Then realize how cheesy he was being and then lowkey is embarrassed the rest of the ride

- Would want to ride a horse again and suggests it every so often.

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lampmanliveblogs · 7 months

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”You’re not even trying right now. What, afraid you’ll hurt him?”

Sorry Philip, not everyone has what it takes to kill their brother.

Yeah. I just went there.

To be serious for a moment, I am glad backup is already arriving so Luz doesn’t have to face him alone again. What exactly they can do to get him off Hunter, I don’t know, but at least it evens the odds.

Hold on, did the animation just get super smooth? Like Carlos Santana and Rob Thomas levels of Smooth?

I think we might get a cool action scene here, so before that…

Philip, as always, knows what to say to mess with Luz. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s been spying on the Noceda residence. We did see him consume some poor animal right next to the house. AND it’s likely that he hitched a ride on Hunter when he saw him in the abandoned house. Either that, or he found his own way into the house, as vermin are wont to do. He could have been hiding in the walls or in the covers of the shadows last night while Luz was recording that entry for the video diary

Or not. Let’s talk a bit about what he’s saying and not how he knows it. For one thing, he says out loud that Luz helped him meet The Collector and Amity seems to react to that. So I guess the cat might be out of the bag on that one. Philip also seems to be under the impression that he’ll be able to continue with his genocidal campaign against witches if he just gets back to the Demon Realm. This prompts the question; how does he plan to do that? It’s not like he can start the Day of Unity over and I don’t think The Collector would be overly happy to see his ex-best friend return

YOOOOOOOO, LET’S GO! This is where the budget’s at!

Called it.

Oh, and you’re doing great sweetie, I’m so proud of you.

You guys already know I love me some pretty lights, so I’m having a blast right now. Go! Pew, pew! Woosh! Ka-boom!

Vee’s face right now laughing emoji

Girl really said O_O

(gotta love how that ice bridge got smashed into perfect blocks. what is this, minecraft?)

#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #toh s3e1 #thanks to them

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla Dark [05]

ー The scene starts in the saloon

Shin: Nii-san? Do you have a minute right now?

Carla: What is it?

Shin: About what you said the other day. About the three of us taking down the Demon World together.

If we find ourselves in a position where we have no other choice but to join forces with others, what will you do? Got anyone in mind?

Carla: Yes. We are going to Rotigenberg.

Shin: Haah? And that is?

Carla: The homeland of the Ghouls.

Shin: Ghouls, you say...!? Why would we go to the home of those half-baked losers?

Carla: Do you remember that man named Kino?

Shin: Of course I do! That guy’s manners were absolute shit.

He talked big about being Karlheinz’s Prince Zero, but who knows how much of that is true.

Carla: That guy was accompanied by Ghouls. And it was quite clear that they were following his command.

I am considering making my own army of Ghouls as well.

Shin: Haah!? Have you lost your mind, Nii-san?

Carla: When it comes to fighting over territory between different species, Ghouls are a neutral party.

While us Founders cannot resort to joining hands with another Clan, Ghouls should not prove any issues.

After all, I doubt they have the mental capacity to use us to their own advantage.

Shin: ...I mean, you might not be wrong there...

But they don’t even have any magic, making them utterly useless, you know?

What’s the point in making an army out of them? How are you going to make them fight?

Carla: No. Their usefullness depends entirely on how we decide to handle it. Leave it to me.

Shin: ...Okay. If you have a plan in mind, I’m fine with it as well.

Carla: So no objections? In that case, we shall leave tomorrow morning.

Shin: ーー We’re taking Yui with us as well, I assume?

Carla: Hmph. Of course.

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Carla’s room

Yui: Rotigenberg...you say? I wonder what kind of place that is.

Carla: It’s the homeland of the Ghouls I mentioned the other day. It’s a land shunned by the rest of the Demon World.

Yui: ( Shunned, huh...? How horrible... )

Carla: I believe you will understand better by going there, rather than having me go on a whole rant about it.

Shin and I will be with you as well. There is nothing to worry about.

Yui: ...

Selection

→ You’re right (❦)

Yui: You’re right. I’m not worried if we’re together.

I decided that I would follow you. Anywhere.

Carla: Heh. Those are some rather reassuring words.

Yui: ( He has a gentle look in his eyes. I’m a little...happy. )

→ However...

Yui: However...

Carla: Hm?

Yui: I can’t help but be a little worried about going to unfamiliar lands.

Carla: ...

Yui: Ah, but I’ll go anywhere you go, without fail. That’s what I’ve decided for myself.

Carla: Then get rid of any unnecessary fears. It is only a waste.

Yui: O-Okay...

( He’s absolutely right. I should be mindful of that... )

Carla: We shall leave tomorrow morning. You should get everything ready.

Yui: ...Okay.

( So very sudden...But there’s Carla-san’s health to take into consideration as well. )

( We decided that we would be the first ones to strike. Yeah, no time to waste then. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Banmaden

Carla: Well then, let us go.

Shin: Yup.

Yui: Eh...? But, how will we go? It’s a place up in the far North, isn’t it? I feel like it will quite a while to walk there.

Shin: Huh? Have you forgotten that we can transform into wolves?

Yui: Ah...

Carla: Ride on my back, Yui.

Shin: Nah, I can carry her, Nii-san.

It’s quite far from here, isn’t it? I’ve got the better stamina in that case.

You know the way to Rotigenberg, don’t you? I’m counting on you to be our guide then.

Carla: ...Good point. In that case, I’m counting on you, Shin.

Shin: Roger.

ー Shin turns into a wolf

*Woosh*

Shin: Come on, Yui. Hurry up and jump on my back.

Yui: Ah, sure. Thanks for the ride, Shin-kun.

ー Yui climbs on Shin’s back

Carla: Off we go.

Shin: You better hang on tight so you don’t get shaken off!

Yui: O-Okay!

ー The scene shifts to the hallway at the Sakamaki manor

*Flap flap flap*

Reiji: What’s this? A message from our Familiar?

*Flip*

Reiji: ...Good grief. Seems like there might be some trouble lurking ahead.

I must inform the King of this.

*Knock knock*

Reiji: Shuu, I’m coming in.

ー Reiji enters Shuu’s room

*Thud*

Shuu: ...

Reiji: What’s this? Enjoying your music? I suppose you never change, even now that you have inherited the throne.

Shuu: ...Do you need something?

Reiji: We just got message from our Familiar; Apparently the Founder gentlemen will be participating in this war.

Shuu: ...Isn’t that only obvious? I mean, they’re the ones who started it all after all.

It’d be more strange if they chose not to take part.

Reiji: Then what will you do?

Shuu: Nothing at all. I mean...As long as they don’t try and threaten our territory, that is.

Let them run free until then.

Reiji: ...Understood.

Shuu: ...You seem displeased with my decision.

Reiji: No, not at all. It’s just ーー I just hope that it will not be too late then.

Shuu: ...Our Familiars will inform us beforehand so it should be fine, no?

Reiji: ...Right. Let us be on guard for any incoming messages.

Monologue

We headed straight to Rotigenberg.

Transformed into Wolves,

Carla-san and Shin-kun dash across the plains at the speed of the wind.

While riding on Shin-kun’s back,

I constantly follow Carla-san who is showing us the way with my eyes,

When Shin-kun decided to turn down Carla-san’s offer,

and decided to let me ride on his back instead,

I am sure that he was trying to look out (気負って) for his brother’s health.

I believe Carla-san realized this as well.

However, the two of them won’t say a word of that out loud.

Instead, it’s a sign (証し) that the two of them have a strong emotional connection,

which somehow made me kind of happyーー

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lecarladark5

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tragidean · 7 months

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vicinity of the heart [1.4k] (ao3) happy DeanCas anniversary!!

His original plan for the weekend included thrilling activities such as riding in gondolas, hiking through the national park, and even camping out along a creek for the afternoon, taking in the brilliance and tranquility of nature. The weather forecast a week ago predicted sunny skies with highs in the high sixties and lows in the forties, perfect for viewing the changing leaves and burning a few logs in the fireplace in their cabin. Someone must have changed the forecast, or cursed him, Dean decides, looking out of the sliding glass door. Sure, he can see the reds and yellows of the maples and oaks on the mountainside and in the valley below, but he can also see the torrential downpour beating against the porch and dying the previously blue sky a light yet angry shade of gray. He rests his forehead against the glass and exhales, his breath steaming the pane. Not today, he thinks. He stares down at his boots, polished and shined, and his jeans, ironed with a meticulous hand and free of stains and rips at the hems. One of his nicer pairs, ones he keeps around for special occasions. And now, with the rain pinging off the tin roof and soaking everything it touches, he might as well call the day a wash. Stepping outside will ruin everything he just spent primping himself for. Twenty minutes in front of the mirror mussing his hair, another fifteen trying to decide which shirt went well with his black-and-red flannel overshirt, with an additional five minutes of sitting on the floor debating just how he got here, and why he talked himself into this. And worst of all, Castiel didn’t talk him down. “It’ll be fine,” Castiel says from the couch in the living room. Dean shakes his head, refusing to pull away from the glass. The cushions woosh; loafers clack against the heart pine floors; a hand settles over Dean’s shoulder, fitting over the spot where once, a brand rested, but now lies as a silvered and barely visible scar. His fingers roam, coming to rest around Dean’s neck, where Castiel begins kneading his thumbs into Dean’s nape. Dean grunts, but otherwise allows Castiel to do as he wishes. “We brought an umbrella just in case.” Dean swallows a noise entirely too close to a sob. “Wasn’t supposed to rain,” he says, low. “Swear to God, Cas, I spent the last two months planning this weekend, and I…” Stepping away from the door, Dean reluctantly walks away from Castiel’s ministrations. “I had plans, man.”

continue reading on ao3

#my writings #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #deancas fic #hello everyone i'm not dead!#have deancas anniversary fic for your monday afternoon!!

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danosrosegarden · 8 months

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💨💨💨💨🍃

…….🚶

..howdy partner..I hear you’re doing requests here..

I say that’s a mighty fine thing to do, I have a request for ye..if ya think ya can handle it partner..(I know you can I’m just playing up the cowboy thing)

How’s a bout..Fem!Reader goes to see Edward Nashton in Arkham, nothing smutty no no, we want pure sugar here cowpoke..something to make the tooth ache with how sweet it is partner.

Reader reassures Edward and they can have a tender moment of your choosing..

Alright..let’s get riding off. It was good to see ya partner. See ya

🌅

🐎

when the sun hits - edward nashton x gn!reader ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{contains: sad fluff and mild mentions of violence.}

Arkham was a dark, empty night, void of stars, barren of any sliver of moon. It was as if you could feel the grime ground into the floor as you were led down the hallway. The frosty chill of the air in the asylum sunk deep into your marrow. It was impossibly bleak, hopelessly desolate. And you hated to imagine your Eddie in a place like this.

You couldn't help but feel a sheen of disapproval cast over the glaring eyes of the guards leading you to his cell. How could you still love a monster like him? To them, he was a rabid dog, fangs still dripping with the blood of the innocent, eyes still bloodshot with streaks of burning-hot frenzy. He was a killer. He was the man who giggled while he splintered bones, grinned gleefully as he cracked skulls. That's all they saw.

Fuck what they thought. You knew better.

Your stomach was in a billion impossibly twisted knots as the metal barricade groaned as it lifted.

And there he was. How to describe the scene.

The first thing you noticed were his eyes. Though bags pulled at the skin underneath them in a dull, weary violet, there was something deep in the pitch black pupils that glimmered like glitter underneath the whirring lights when he saw you.

Edward placed his hands on the glass, scoffing out a wonder-struck laugh.

"Hi, angel," a quivering voice spoke.

When Edward was The Riddler, he was no longer a cold, frightened child who kept his head down and spoke to nobody. He was strong. He was brave. You detected something in his voice that sounded like him before he put the mask on, something quiet and stamped-out and fearful. You felt the woosh of your heart in your ears, and your jaw ached and popped with anxiety.

"Hi, Eddie."

You stood facing each other, wading around aimlessly in a thick goo of silence. What to say. What even was there to say?

He spoke first.

"I'm so sorry."

You felt the stitches of your heart begin to rip apart. "Sorry for what?"

"For...for putting you through all this. For leaving you." His lip quivered. "I'm so, so sorry."

You cursed your body for the tears you felt welling up and burning in the corner of your eyes.

"I hate being without you." The words that poured from your lips felt mechanical, like you were a wind-up toy, marching without thinking. It came out rushed. Pathetic and whimper-laced. "I hate it so much, Eddie."

He shook his head rapidly, his breath fogging up the glass. "I'll find a way. We don't have to be apart."

A filmstrip of memories rolled in your mind of all the evenings he'd spent at your apartment. The tender mornings you'd wake up with your bodies entangled in one another. The laughing until tears were rolling down your cheeks. Your heart still struggled with his actions, but there was no denying how badly you ached for his presence.

It hurt to go to bed alone. The sheets felt stiff and bitterly cold, the blanket laying on top of you like the shell of the memory of his warmth.

"I don't care what I have to do. I'll write. I'll call. You can come visit," he said rapidly. "I can't be without you. I can't make it alone."

The future seemed gray and bleak from where you were standing. But maybe you could spot the sun peaking through the clouds. Maybe it might take effort, but it was as if you could feel the sparkling sunrays warming your skin as you peered into his eyes. Perhaps your apartment would feel less riddled with ghosts if you could still talk to him through letters and phone calls. Maybe his touch wouldn't feel a million miles away if you could still visit.

"I'm going to do whatever it takes," he swore with a low whisper.

You held you hand up to where his rested on the glass.

"You promise?"

#eli's writing #danonation #paul dano #edward nashton #the riddler #the batman #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x you #the riddler x you #edward nashton x y/n #the riddler x y/n

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utterlyinevitable · 8 months

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Where It Begins (24/?)

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24. Turn around bright eyes

Pairing: Colin Bridgerton x Penelope Featherington Format: textfic Chapter Rating: T+

Summary: A grocery shop morning turns into a fun-fayre evening.

Her voice chimes like bells down the aisle; "Can't have Oreo's and tea without milk."

He didn't say where he was wandering off to as she ticked off the last bits on her grocery list. Just that he was going to grab some things. Things like snacks and crisps and sweet treats to supplement his overactive appetite and not break Pen's bank. Oh, and grab some toiletries too.

But Penelope found him well before he made it to the men's aisle. Standing moon-eyed in front of the cold dessert section at the end of the last aisle he saw her in, his arms full and cradling all his sweet spoils.

He looks down at the two sleeves of double stuffed and single sleeve of original reverently.

Colin didn't even think to grab milk. Pen doesn't even have milk with her tea.

Something in him twirls and floats at the sudden notion that maybe she knows him best.

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He's unintentionally wandering whilst Pen's queuing for the loo. His feet kicking over dirt and grass, carrying him through memory lane.

The last time Colin was at a fayre with Penelope... they couldn't have been more than seventeen - Was it him? Her? It was ages ago all the same. All he can really remember from that night was being by her side.

Colin finds himself strolling passed game stands, food stalls, and amassment rides that seem all too familiar.

Children's screams and giggles resonate over the clanking and wooshing of the good old Swizzler ride.

Colin wiggled his way between her and Eloise after his sister's aggravating obstinacy and grievance with the unspoken rule of men sitting in the inner seat of the cab. It didn't matter to Colin. The brotherly thing to do would be to insist - for both girls safety - that he will sit in the pain spot. But it was best to acquiesce and let Eloise reap the consequences than arguing for the sake of an amusement.

Both the memory of anticipatory joy of crushing his little sister with his bodyweight and having gravity press Pen against him still swoops his heart to this day.

Eloise's complaining. Pen's laughter mixed with his. Marred by her... stubbornness? Pulling herself along the glittery plasticky seat to keep from touching him. Her grip white knuckled around the metal barrier. Difficult as it was, she spent the entire three minutes trying to escape him.

But that was for Eloise's benefit, wasn't it? Keeping herself from adding extra weight to the pile of their bodies pressed against her sister. A best friend 'til the end.

Colin never saw himself as a third wheel. Penelope Featherington was his friend, too. More than a friend? Certainly not in the way she's friends with his sister. And most certainly not in the way that he thinks about her - her pink lips and full chest and sparkling eyes - whilst they're texting late at night. But when he climbed into the glider on her right... she barely glanced at him the entire time. When she wasn't tittering with Eloise, Pen's gaze was on the horizon straight ahead, watching the fields of Kent passing them by. Colin spent the whole ride watching her hands grip the metal bar, or folding up under her chin whenever his pinky tried to graze her heated skin. What he wouldn't have given to hold her hand as they floated weightless through the air.

How long has he been walking? Long and far enough to not be able to see the bathhouse any longer. Ironic that he pauses his reverie in front of the Ferris wheel. His core fayre memory is centered around this one ride from that one night that c-

Were they being pushed together all night? Surely not. But there's something... drawn between them. A string or something. No, that’s a Taylor swift song. Don’t think too much into it.

Colin hopped into the ferris wheel carriage first. And Penelope followed, reluctantly. Her pink cheeks flaring and bright eyes trained on her lap as she squished in close to him. They didn't talk - why? They never lack conversation. It was awkward. He on his phone, pressing random buttons to look engaged when the silence got too much. When staring at her felt illicit. Pen still wouldn't look at him, stare turned towards the sunset. Her red hair complementing the pink and oranges painted above. He should have said something... come here often? or something cheeky to break the weird tension. Instead of sitting in silence the entire ride.

If he did say something, would that have changed everything? Would he still be here playing pseudo-house with his best friend? Would she have stayed in London and kept Eloise as a friend?

Oh. Oh when he felt the half-door close behind him and could see Pen's dark eyes widen as Frannie and Daph waved from the other car just over his shoulder... It's just him and Pen. Again. Stuck in close proximity inside a metal strawberry. The sheepish look on her face as he sat down and scooted next to her had Colin pulling a joke from deep down. "Wanna do it fast or slow?" and he winked. and she blushed furiously. "Your choice." At least they were talking. About the ride and taking turns spinning the wheel.

Oh... Oh it would have been the perfect time to make a move. Enclosed in a privacy so scarce in their daily lives. Colin could have kissed her senseless. Until they're so dizzy the spinning strawberry car seems to be standing still. They were afforded another opportunity that night and... and it was wasted.

All the memories they share, all the missed opportunities on both their parts.

He knows she liked him then. Hindsight and a years of learning her body language confirms that fact. And she must still like him now. Right? Right... She wouldn't let him do all of the things they do if she didn't. Otherwise what're they doing?

What were they doing all this time?

"Colin! Hey!" her voice calls to him in the present as she skips towards him in her white sundress.

"Sorry, got distracted," he's sheepish as he hands her a paper bracelet with neon green circles printed over it he'd purchased for them only a few minutes ago.

"For old time's sake?"

#this is dumb #polin #colin x penelope #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton fic #bridgerton textfic

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bright-and-burning · 24 days

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top 5 drivers you'd most like to do an interview with while on a mousetrap rollercoaster ride

i had to google this (i am a cedar point purist and roller coaster FIEND tho) and i’m assuming this is the texas coaster that used to be called the zyklon?

1. oscar. thé contrast of his normal vibe w the energy of a roller coaster. chef’s kiss. if he manages to maintain that vibe it’ll be great bc of the contrast, and if he struggles to maintain that vibe it’ll be great bc it’s so different, ykwim?

2. lando . it would be SO fun i feel like??? he would scream higher pitched than i would and that comparison alone would be worth it. i think he’d roll with it really well and that the result would be fun to do for him AND me andddd fun to watch (assuming this is . a legit interview video thing. idk why i assumed that actually lol)

3. lance. for kind of similar reasons to oscar honestly? i need to see his hair in the wind LOL just WOOSH.

4. alex. keeping him off kilter n on his toes via roller coaster would make for a fun time asking questions.

5. pierre. i want him to front for the cameras like he’s all big man and then scream the entire time. also i’ve def said this before but personal hobby is doing insane shit and then calling the men around me whimps (with love) and i think he would respond well to the “don’t be a bitch” vibes for a video interview

like tbf idk that any of them would feel the “need” to scream the way us mere mortals do but like . who knows. coasterpedia doesn’t have info on how fast mousetrap goes. one of my fave coasters (millennium force <3) goes 150km/h and has a 300ft drop at the start which is i imagine different enough from the Feelings of F1 to give you a little fear factor anyways. or like, my other faves have a 95° angle drop (maverick <3). wait actually lol gatekeeper has a g-force of 4 that’s crazy. ANYWAYS. make these men scream . while i ask them silly questions

(put top 5 anything in my ask)

#ask #ask meme #god i miss cedar point.#maybe i do an indycar race in ohio + trip to cedar point as like my Me Vacation

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BG3 playthrough - the circus and other notes

A quick break from the drama to do something fun! (Spoilers below)

Oh I forgot to talk about the big ol durge act 3 Bhaalspawn reveal there. First of all I wish the scene was a bit….. I dunno… bigger, somehow. I’m reminded a little of the unsatisfying conversation with Shadowheart after she refuses to kill the Nightsong, where she just MENTIONS oh wow so crazy thing just happened, I just got transported to Shar’s presence and it felt like I was dying a hundred deaths and Shar told me I’m worthless and I’m kicked out now (whereas if you do kill the Nightsong, you actually get to see her talking to Shar) Like sure we do get the vision of a fight with Orin, but then it mentions all these memories of leading the Bhaal cult… please! A little dramatic cutscene? A little teensy tiny glimpse of what my tav used to look like? Just a hint? A dark shot from the back? Something super zoomed in? Anything? Or it doesn’t even have to be complicated and animated with a ton of assets actually SHOWING the cult activities, couldn’t we just have like I dunno. The edges of the screen start to bleed red and there’s a wooshing effect or something? Like even something simple? I’m thinking of like the simple animation that happens when you step into the Shar pool and get transported?

Basically anything at all that’s just a TOUCH more dramatic than just standing there deep in thought while the narrator explains that you remember all the bad stuff? Meh.

My poor tav though. Resisting durge has been a hell of a ride. Wow. He’s been trying his hardest this whole time not be ruled by these horrible voices in his head, and to find out what happened to him, and it just gets worse and worse and worse. At least the revelation ends on a slightly hopeful note, with a way forward to attempt to make some kind of amends for everything.

After this, you can choose to tell your companions about it, if you want. The reactions are all really interesting.

Halsin actually was a lot less supportive than I thought he’d be - disappointed me a little, tbh.

Gale is wary, and fair enough, I guess, but it still stung a bit. Gale has always been the most wary companion with all the dark urge stuff, but I mean it’s not like I don’t deserve it.

Lae’zel is quite practical - yes that makes sense, you are very good at killing and also annoying, lmao. When it comes time to choose to defy your god, choose wisely, like I did.

Shadowheart seems like she’s trying to think of something supportive to say, but it comes out a bit wrong - wow it sucks to be you! I think I’ve heard not EVERY single bhaalspawn was horrible though?

Wyll and Karlach are the absolute sweetest, obviously. Karlach is so sad for us that we learned this information and is behind us all the way. Wyll is similarly sad for us, and tells us about a bhaalspawn who actually went on to be an important hero. What a couple of absolute solid friends right there.

And then there’s Astarion. He has a lot of dialogue here. I suppose this is what people are complaining about when they say Astarion has so much more dark urge content written for him than the other companions. I thought at first the reason he has so much to say is that I was romancing him, and I’m still not 100% sure but it sounds like this is just the normal dialogue he has with everyone no matter what. With Astarion, you don’t have the option to decide to bring it up or not, he will notice right away that something is wrong and comment on it. (you can choose to not talk about it though) The other companions only have a few lines for you, but Astarion actually has branching dialogue choices. If you talk about your father’s commands, it leads to some other dialogue and a HILARIOUS comment about “worshiping your father’s emissions” lmaoooo Astarion, always the best reactoins. There’s a few dialogue options that lead him to joke (....not a joke?...) about missing the first bhaalspawn epidemic, and how he’s glad to be around to watch the murder this time.

But if you tell him you’re scared, he gives you this surprisingly sincere and emotional reaction about how he knows what it’s like to be a slave to things you can’t control, and how he wouldn’t go back to that life for anything you could possibly pay him, and neither should you. It was quite touching. Man Astarion. Thanks for that. No thanks to you though, Halsin.

And then I had an Emperor cutscene! I wasn’t expecting this! None of the guides I checked had mentioned this one so it was a surprise. The Emperor is feeling wistful after hearing Belynne Stelmane is dead. (why is she called a duke though? Why not duchess? Faerun still has queens?) Man. Man, I dunno. I thought I had this guy all figured out from everything I had read, but this is all playing out just a liiiiitle bit different than what I expected, and now I don’t know what to think. This fucker, I actually do feel a little sorry for him, I do wonder if I can trust him. I’m falling right into the mindflayer’s goddamned trap. Fuck.

Currently I have just finished up at the circus. Man it’s is hilarious, I adore all the colourful NPCs, this is the most “actual tabletop dnd game” part of the game I’ve run into yet: The DM tells you that you notice that the djinni is cheating at the wheel game. You announce you want to try and distract the djinni by farting really loud. You roll a nat 20. The DM sighs and sends you to dinosaur land. I love it!

Fun fact: bards having the fart option is maybe not really as randomly stupid as it sounds. Medieval jesters often had on-command-flatulence as one of the talents in their performing skill set, lmao.

I’m still undecided on who I should commission a statue of. I’m leaning towards forcing everyone in camp to stare at a sexy statue of my boyfriend every day. I wonder what the original Dribbles was like. He seems so incredibly well-regarded by the crowd, I have to assume his act was actually interesting!

I spent 20 minutes just trying to steal the cheese book from the djinni tent. Doesn’t matter if there’s no one looking, as soon as I take the book, three flaming fist come running up out of nowhere. The unnoticed theft of a single insignificant book is of vital importance, I guess. By that point it wasn’t even any actual desire for the specific book, it was just the principle of it, I wanted to have this book because they didn’t want me to have it. We ended up with my party explaining to the three guards that we didn’t see anything, while Astarion was off hiding in the bushes by Zethino, giggling like an idiot the whole time, I assume. We got the book in the end and the only ones angry are probably the refugees on the road having to stand there and wait because the guards they were trying to talk to left to go take care of a single missing book.

I have found 5 NPCs so far that have the possibility to be Orin. (once you find her twice, she stops transforming and you won’t continue to find her, but because I reload old saves to investigate things so much, I run into Orin in other situations that I didn’t do in my main game… it is SUPER SURPRISING when an NPC suddenly starts having a different conversation than I’m used to) I wonder how many other NPCs she’s programmed for?

I really liked that steel watch robot thing at the gate. I loved how I was told I had nothing to fear if I had done nothing wrong, I loved how it decided to arrest me because it had a database of info obtained by scrying eyes that I had attacked the Absolute. That’s always the argument people use in favour of increased police surveillance - well if you have nothing to hide, it shouldn’t matter, right? Haha but that all depends on who the folks in charge decide who the enemy is, doesn’t it?

Next up - doing the lazy elephant detective’s job for them, because that’s what I do in this game, apparently. (I’m just being silly, this quest legit sounds fun)

#bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #the dark urge #astarion #bg3 spoilers #bg3 playthrough

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