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dilfhos · 7 months

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CURE TO BOREDOM

#!WHO; KENMA KOZUME x fem!reader

#!CC; overstimulation and edging, timeskip kenma

But he’s gathered the gist; you’re sorry for bothering him, it won’t happen again, for him to ‘please please please’ give you what you want…!

Very rarely does Kenma leave you unsatisfied, as he’s always made sure to take care of your needs.

But sometimes he needed to take care of his as well and maybe that called for a couple hours to himself on the game. He usually has a lot on his plate day in and day out with work at his company. And you respect his desire for solitude. But sometimes, you just get so bored, so needy and touch starved.

There’s only so much watching the television and scrolling through your social media could do to sate your boredom. You even tried turning on your own game system, but after a while you grew tired of that too.

You peek down the hallway at the closed door on the left. It was the room Kenma deemed as his personal space. A separate bed, a gaming system, an entire desktop for his PC gaming needs.

There’s literally nothing more he could ask for. In the past he’d always make it known that when the door was shut, he was done for the day. It was an inexplicit way of telling you not to bother him. And while sometimes you got away with doing so, there wasn’t a say of how many more slip ups he would take from you.

He was lenient, yes, but there's no telling how far he’d allow you to continue.

You sigh, biting your lip. It seems your restlessness was becoming the best of you.

Wordlessly, you rise from your place on the couch and creep to the room he occupied. Your stomach flutters as your hand falls on the cool doorknob before turning it. From the small crack you see it's dark save for the harsh glare of the screen and the red wire lights that run across his desk. He has a pretty intricate set up going on, something he takes pride in for every dime dropped.

“Kenma,” You call him from the cracked door. Bright light spills from the hallway, mixing in with the lights in the room. He’s mumbling something into his mic; if he’s heard you, he doesn’t make it known. Frowning, you open the door wider causing more light to seep through and that’s when his fingers pause from their speedy mashing against the keys.

“Is there something you need?” He mumbles, a bit annoyed to have been interrupted. You make your way behind him, hands moving to his shoulders.

“I’m bored.” Your voice holds a suggestive lilt to it. The male is nothing short of perceptive as he knows all too well what you‘re implying.

“And I’m busy.” It's as if you don’t even hear him though. Instead, you brush back his hair giving you access to his neck where you nibble at the juncture between his collarbone and shoulder. Just subtly, you see his head tilt a bit and you smile against his skin. Your hand files down to the front of his body, running a teasing trail down between the planes of his chest and his abdomen. But before you could reach your desired destination, he grips your hand.

“I said I’m busy.”

“I just wanna…play,” Your voice softens at the last word when he turns and you meet his eyes, the usual bright gold is now a darker shade of amber, his black pupils nearly engulfing the color.

“Play huh? Alright,” He says softly. Because of your proximity, you could hear the low curses of his friend Tetsurō demanding his attention in the headset.

“Kuroo, I’ll have to resume this in a little bit. There’s something I need to take care of.” He releases your hand and you step back. But you don’t get that far because Kenma whips his chair around before yanking you by your arm. You squeal as you unceremoniously fall across his lap. He has a hand quickly situated against the small of your back, trapping you against him.

“Kenma!” You struggle to move but his hand only digs in further.

“What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Not exactly, but you don’t get an opportunity to voice this as the hand on your back begins to move, trailing further down until he’s palming your ass. He massages the area as you whimper, stirring to alleviate the needy ache between your legs. He hums as he moves to pull against the waistband of your lounge pants, leaving your bottom half in nothing but your damp panties. His fingers immediately sought out the apex of your thighs, tutting when you try to clench them together.

“Don’t hide this from me. What, didn't you want me to play here?” The pads of his fingers brush up against the outline of your puffy lips, tracing the most delicate patterns against the fabric.

“Kenma…” You try and shift to reduce your discomfort as you're at a rather awkward position with the armrest digging against you. However, he’s not having it as his hand pinches at one of your ass cheeks.

“None of that.” He mutters, voice just loud enough for you to hear and send shivers down your spine. His touches are fleeting as he runs them up and down the seam of your lips. He hums as he then pulls the fabric of your panties to the side, unsurprised to find you utterly wet. Your thighs quiver as his fingers just barely brush up against you.

“Kenma please,” You mewl, giving you hips a little shimmy. He sighs before obliging, his fingers sinking into you. You sigh from the fullness of his long fingers and just barely he stretches them, spreading your walls a bit wider around him. His pace starts out slow and deliberate as he repeatedly sinks his fingers inside you. But in no time, he picks up the pace with every thrust, drawing out the most delicious cries from your lips.

“Kenma,” You whine, burying your head into the side of his leg. He ignores your whimpers as his dexterous fingers continue their assault, roughly thrusting and curling against your gummy walls. Each time, he’s hitting that spot within you, the one that has you seeing near stars.

In no time, your tummy tightens as you feel a sense of buildup.

You’re so close and already, it’s right there. It’s…

Kenma pulls away and you try to lift your hips up to follow but his hand is pushing you back against his lap. His hand grips one of your ass cheeks, spreading you before him as he leans over and dark golden eyes observe the way your cunt twitches around nothing.

After a moment, his fingers are roughly breaching your pussy again, twisting and thrusting with the same fervor as before. You’re keening against him, wanting to shy away from his ruthless digits but your body bows to his ministrations as before long, you're back where you were before. Your mind reels as he pulls away again just as your release is teetering on the very edge. So desperately do you want it to tip, allowing you to completely be washed under the pleasurable sensation.

“W-Why I-” Your body slumps back against him and you cry in frustration, knowing all too well what this particular game is. It’s one you dread.

“Why what? I’m simply giving you what you wanted. You said you were bored,” His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back at an uncomfortable angle.

“Are you still bored?”

“I-ahh!” His fingers glide down your puffy lips until he’s pressing up against your clit.

“Yes or no?” He hums.

“No!” You cry out as he continues to roughly circle your bud.

“That’s good,”

“Kenma, I want to-to…”

“Want to what?” He’s thrusting into you again and your back arches slightly as you ignore the pain from the position. The corner of his mouth lifts slightly as he watches you become an absolute mess, growing harder with every defeated cry you release from his little game.

By now, you’ve lost count at how many times he’s denied you of your orgasm, your mind going more blank by the minute. You’re panting and drooling and begging him, your apologies lost somewhere in the midst of your incoherent babbling.

But he’s gathered the gist; you’re sorry for bothering him, it won’t happen again, for him to please please please give you what you want.

But it sounds all too similar to the last promise you had made. But after some time, he indulges you as his fingers are rapidly hitting that spot over and over again with precision.

“Can you cum for me now?” There’s definitely no hesitance with the soft yet assertiveness of his voice and the edging up until that point. Right on cue with his words, you're whining as your walls tighten around him, signifying your release. At least you were obedient where it mattered now. He pauses as you bask in your afterglow of your much desired, satisfaction easing into you.

Your relief is short lived, however, because his fingers are moving again.

You gasp as you grip at his leg, your eyes blurring with the way his fingers roughly plunge back and forth into you. Squelching noises resonate throughout the space, paired with your whines of it being too much but it seems your comfort was far from Kenma’s mind.

His lips are set in a line now, his face deadpanned as his fingers continue their rapid pace in your sopping cunt. You're squirming from the overstimulation as a new pressure begins to arise from within.

Kenma releases your hair as his hand presses down against your back which has you pinned deeper against his knee where pressure is asserted on a specific part of your tummy. He holds you down with unparalleled strength as he shoves you toward yet another orgasm but this time it seems different. Something else was tugging at your loins, something that has new tears brimming over your lashes and your cries coming in short pleas.

“W-Wait Kenma!” He ignores you and your futile struggles.

“Kenma please, it’s too much! I’m-I’m gonna- Oh!” It hits you almost painfully. You come undone once again, this time, your juices spraying around his fingers. He keeps thrusting through your release, your juices sloshing around his relentless fingers as you're crying and jerking away from him. Satisfied, he finally slows until he stops, pulling his digits away from you.

You’re a whimpering mess as he releases you, allowing you to crumple to the floor. As you’re catching your breath, your body still twitching through the aftershocks, he’s licking his fingers clean of your juices.

“I’m going to get back to my game now,” He says before turning his chair away from you. Kenma sighs before picking up the headset.

“You know, you could’ve hung up?!”

DILFOS. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE MY CONTENT—CURRENT OR ARCHIVAL.

#haikyuu smut #kenma smut #kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu #[ output—☆ ]

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journals-of-the-guardian-project · 8 months

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LORE POST #1

Redesign of my Chat Noir redesign to go together with my rewrite which I will talk a lot about under the cut. I'm pretty set on this design too and will link it at the beginning of the fic when I get ten chapters completed and ready to post :3

What is different from canon, why I am changing some things, etc. Feel free to just read my thoughts around the design if you want to read my fic without any guidelines of what I'm planning so far for him

BUT I won't spoil anything major dw

The design:

I've changed chat noir's design so it would blend in more at night. The preferred the sleek black tones over the glow in the dark green I gave him before. I take a whole lot of inspiration from the PV of miraculous ladybug in these designs so of course his hair is still floofy.

When initially designing Chat noir, the tips of his hair are darker since I really liked that trait some other redesigns gave him so I included it without making his whole head of hair black.

I got the idea to base his design off of rust and RAN with it! He still has some greens in his design but they've shifted closer to yellow green and gold for the color scheme!

I've liked the idea about the clothes in the hero designs looking more cloth like too so I've incorporated that into the design with pockets and a zipper cause I can. Since Adrien has been thinking about being a superhero for a while, his design is more thought out were it could be.

EDIT: Forgot to mention!! Ladybelle has a lil more black in her design and now chat has a little more red! :3 matching

I saw some concept art of Chat Noir with a hat at one point and I loved it so much I wanted to keep it in to a certain extent, SO Marichat moment all the way. I decided to add the bells back into his design (I missed them) and took inspiration from @/callimara's Chat Noir design.

Chat noir will still be very cat like in this and I thought it'd be funky if his feat were like a cat's

Overall it isn't much of a design change for some aspects but I really like how it turned out!

K story stuff now:

I want to get ten chapters done before I post chapters again on the first fic since I don't think I did the best job introducing what I've changed. This isn't talking about adrien agreste's life this is more his role as Chat Noir. I'll get to adrien when I get his redesign sheet finished

(any part of this section might be edited in the future but this is basically part of my ideas)

Honestly a whole lot of the fic(s) is(are)

Fault of canon? -> Solution

I've been developing for two years now and I just gotta write it out... Entirely hinging on my execution sigh

Chat noir's powers are now on a more equal footing with Ladybug's (Ladybelle now) and I'll get more indepth when I post Ladybug's redesign and stuff but basically

The miracle box is a mix mash of several miraculous's from other boxes due to an event Guardian Marianne caused. Supposedly, she unleashed the Rabbit kwami of time on the guardians in an act of defiance. Resulting in rips in time eating away the members present for such an event, burning to death in fire. Marianne managed to run away with the miraculous's she could obtain and do her best to live her life knowing what she's done.

The Ladybug and Cat miraculous are a duo pair. Strongest when used in a partnership. Many are tempted to use both at the same time for what the powers merge to become but this isn't the strongest path.

Tikki and Plagg are soulmates you could say. They aren't really romantic but they are bonded for life. Never one without the other.

They are the only miraculous pairing in the new mixmash of the guardian box. Eventually Marianne gives the responsibility to Master Fu, her lover, before the rabbit comes after her as well.

I'll talk more about the changes I've made to Tikki's character in Ladybelle's post but as a part of the Miraculous cure, something all pairing miraculous's have to purify evils and darkness, it requires both parties to be present. Usually some form of touch or communication initiates the Miraculous cure

"Pound it!"

Chat noir can use his power alone to defeat evils but it's like cauterizing a wound. He doesn't figure this out for a bit.

I'll talk more about the miraculous cure in Ladybelle's post

This is still a part of the story I'm working on but:

the miraculous of destruction gets more powerful the longer the user wields it. With techniques and familiarity, Chat noir will be able to make black pockets of nothing just from a touch. Yes I'm including this from the concept art. Though he'll only get this later down the road

Chat noir is still a form of escapism to Adrien and part of his character arc is realizing he can't rely on it like that. A large part of adrien's character I'll talk about in adrien's post ties into Chat Noir too

I'm still figuring out some plot points for him so this is where I'll end this off. But I will say I'm planning on Chat Noir getting more time with the kwamis and more of a role in the Guardian arc and guardian stuff in general

#guardian marianne au #jotg au #journals of the guardian #chat noir redesign #miraculous ladybug rewrite #miraculous ladybug #chat noir #marichat #ladynoir #MDN art tag #my art #adrien agreste

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stevesjockstrap · 3 months

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Somebody to Love

@stcreators event 04: music

Steve/Eddie • rated G • 90s, no upside down, single dad Steve • read on ao3

Eddie loathed the early shift at the record store, but Allan had moved away and the new hire was a college student who had class every morning, so Eddie had begrudgingly agreed when Chrissy had explained the situation.

He was not a morning person. But he figured since the store was usually empty in the morning, he could use the time to write music or work on his D&D campaigns. Then go home and nap.

Everything changed the day the new customer walked in. It was just after nine, and Eddie had had about four sips of coffee when the bell on the door jingled.

“Welcome to Chrissy’s Classics,” he monotoned.

“Mornin’,” the guy mumbled, giving him a nod.

He tried his best not to stare as the man walked aimlessly around the store. He looked younger than Eddie, but had more laugh and worry lines. They suited him. Showed off that he’d expressed himself a lot. He appreciated those things about people. Scars and freckles and callouses and liver spots. Those were the things that made you real, the things that showed you really lived.

The customer’s hair was hidden under a beanie, but his sideburns and the too long tufts on the back of his neck were a gorgeous and intriguing copper color.

They made sudden awkward eye contact when the man looked up and Eddie immediately ducked his head down to his notebook. His closed notebook. He heard a small snicker and he winced. Caught.

Deciding to go for broke, he cleared his throat and looked back up. “You need any help finding anything today, sir?”

The man laughed, grinning over at him. “No, I don’t think. And lose the ‘sir.’ It makes me feel ancient.”

“You’re not ancient,” he argued. If he was ancient then Eddie was already dead.

“Thanks, I’ll take that today,” the man gave him a crooked smile. He held up a record and nodded towards a listening booth. Eddie waved a hand.

That was good. Let’s him off the hook of making small talk. At least until he’d woken up a bit more.

A few minutes later, though, he almost dropped his coffee cup when he heard singing coming from the booth. Not entirely on key, but belting out George Michael without a care in the world, and it brought a smile to Eddie’s face. So new guy assumed the booths were soundproof. They definitely were not.

But over the next couple weeks this became their norm. Usually the first customer of the day, if not the only customer Eddie saw during the morning, Crinkly Eyes would show up, they’d have some pleasant small talk about the weather or a new album release that week, and he’d end up in a booth. Where he’d sing. Usually some pop hit, but sometimes going rogue and choosing The Cure or Van Halen.

While Eddie would pretend like he couldn’t hear. Secretly serenaded while he mapped out his campaigns or doodled. Tried to decide when he’d gather the courage to ask out the hot guy who didn’t know he was putting on a concert for one.

When Chrissy stopped by early to do payroll, she heard him in the booth and raised an eyebrow. Eddie shook his head pointedly at her and she’d just shrugged.

“Whatever, weirdo. Your funeral when he finds out eventually,” she’d scolded quietly as she walked back to the office.

Then on a perfectly ordinary day, Crinkly Eyes walked in with his nails painted. All different colors and what had to be glitter, the sunlight catching on it just right. Eddie couldn’t drag his eyes away, the juxtaposition of the big manly hands and the pretty nails causing his brain to malfunction.

The man blushed so prettily, too. “Oh,” he murmured. “I forgot. Um, my daughter, she- well she only has twenty of her own nails to paint. She was upset that she couldn’t use all the colors.” He raked a hand nervously through his hair.

“Looks nice, very pretty,” Eddie offered with a lopsided grin.

“Hah, thanks,” he stuck his hand out finally and introduced himself. “I’m Steve, by the way. Thanks for letting me come here like every day and annoy you. My kid, she started half day kindergarten around the corner… and I didn’t want to be far, you know, if she needed me? And I can’t stand being home alone anymore. It’s too quiet.” The man, Crinkly Eyes, Steve, realized he was rambling and pulled his lips in between his teeth. Adorably.

“Oh, yeah, of course. It’s pretty boring here in the mornings, anyways. Chrissy would probably be happier if I sold you something, but it’s fine.” He laughed at Steve’s stricken face. “Seriously, it’s cool. At least you’re dusting off the record players for me, right?”

“Yeah,” Steve said a bit awkwardly.

“You should bring your artist daughter in some time. I’d love to meet her.”

“Oh? Y-yeah, that’d be okay?” He seemed to be asking a deeper question.

“I’d like it, or maybe we could do dinner just the two of us first. Before I meet the family.” He winked.

Steve sucked in a breath but recovered quickly. “Yes! I mean, yeah, uh, we could definitely do that.” His eyes crinkled up more as he smiled wide.

It wasn’t until after their dinner that he confessed to listening to him singing every day, and he’d watched mesmerized as Steve turned a brilliant red and stammered at him.

Title from the song Somebody to Love, Steve would’ve been stoked about the George Michael release.

#two fics in one long weekend- not bad #event fic #mine #steddie #Steve/eddie #Eddie Munson #record store #Steve Harrington #give steve all the babies #stranger things #stranger things fic

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braxlrose · 8 months

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LOOKS:

eye color: dark brown

hair color: black

hairstyle: butterfly haircut

clothing style: comfy, oversized, dark colors

makeup style: natural

height: 5’5

nationality/ethnicity: mexican

gender: female

PERSONALITY:

3 adjectives that describe you: caring, funny, loud

are you more of the quiet type or the outgoing type: quiet at first but very talkative and outgoing once you get to know me

do you play an instrument: electric guitar and piano

what’s your type in guys: sweet, caring, good fashion sense, funny

which languages do you speak: i’m fluent in english and spanish but i know a little french as well

3 bands you like to listen to: tv girl, the cure, deftones

a/n: just so everybody knows, this is who I think people would fit best w/ personality and style wise. If you get someone you didn't want, that doesn't mean anything and this is just for fun!! This is also going to be written kind of like fanfiction.

you're matched up with...

tom!

The first time Tom saw you up on stage playing guitar, he just felt something. He didn't know what is what at first because he had never felt like this before. And he was usually into girls who were your opposite (style wise). After your show, he met you backstage because him and the rest of the band were playing at the same place you were and he was so shy. To his fans, he liked to make people think he was this Don Juan, but in reality he was usually at a loss for words around gorgeous women like yourself.

He kept rubbing the back of his neck and stuttering over his words the entire time talking to you. He ended up giving you his number to call him but he was totally sure that he screwed it up with you, there was no way you were gonna ever talk to him again.

That's what he thought until he got a call and looked at his phone and saw a random number appear. You were pretty worried about calling him because you weren't totally sure if he was into you but once he answered you guys got to talking and he finally had asked you out to dinner. And it sounded extremely fancy.

And you'd be right. It was. He even came to pick you up in a limo. And as surprised as you might've been, he was a complete gentleman. He opened the car and restaurant door for you, pulled out your seat, and wouldn't even let you pay a dime.

That night was perfect though, even though you didn't get to the deeper stuff about him, it was really nice. you were able to see stuff that not every girl got to see. He was so sweet and funny, you couldn't imagine yourself anywhere else. He even got you a present, it was a gorgeous bracelet and it looked like it cost a lot. Tom wasn't too sure about getting you it because he didn't want to seem like he was desperate, but you were just so pretty and apparently "pretty girls deserve pretty things."

He brought you home after your date and kissed you goodnight. He didn't even try anything either. Which in his mind showed that he was really into you and didn't want to rush things, but in your mind it was that he didn't want to touch you. Which resulted in a few awkward texts and calls but you two eventually got it sorted out.

He's literally one of the best boyfriends out there. You always thought that he was just going to go out with you for a week or so and then find a new girl but he was nothing like that. He gave you massages and kisses and brought you snacks all the time. You two played guitar together and practiced with each other whenever you could. He also really liked you because you got along great with Bill.

Your band and his band would hang out a lot whenever you guys could and you always had so much fun hanging with him and his friends. He never made you feel unwanted or unsatisfied 😏

The first time you two have sex, he was really gentle. He didn't know what you liked yet, so he just kind of stuck to the basics, but it was very sweet. He kissed your entire body and made you feel like the only girl in the whole world. And he's really good at aftercare. Like I mentioned before, he gives great massages. But once you two talked about things you liked and didn't like, he was a lot more dominant and you two tried tons of stuff 😉

Whenever you two were out together he'd always have his arm draped over your shoulder or around your waist.

Fan girls went fucking crazy. They were so mad that Tom had a long term girlfriend, and they would send you hate mail and yell stuff at you whenever you two were out. Tom would try his best to get them away from you and make sure you were okay. And he would always reassure you that you were the only one he wanted.

Tom will literally never stop asking you to teach him naughty words in Spanish. Like he's learned so many and so many phrases from you that he'll start saying them in interviews and to other people. He says stuff to the band all the time and they are just like "🤨..was?"

Tom was reluctant to say "I love you" for a while because he was scared and worried that it would ruin your relationship but after he did he felt sooo much better.

He finds it hilarious that he's like 8 inches taller than you so he'll just come up behind you and pick you up sometimes to freak you out 😭.

you two are sooooo cute together ♥️

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schafer #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #fluff #smut #tokio hotel fanfics #devilish tokio hotel #tom kaulitz tokio hotel #bill kaulitz tokio hotel #georg listing tokio hotel #gustav schafer tokio hotel #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader

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fluloa · 1 year

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thinkin about valentine’s day with our jakey

content - suuuper duper lovey dovey sex, gentle pussy eating, biting (hickies), hair pulling, romantic shit

- coming home from a long day of work only to find jake standing completely straight, a big, dopey teethless smile stretched on his face, a bouquet of purple and blue flowers bunched in his hands as he stares at you with absolute love in his yellow eyes. "happy valentine's day, beautiful girl."

- running up to him as you giggle softly, taking his cheek in the soft warmth of your palm and kissing him chastely. he kisses you back with a fever, a hunger that is yet to be cured, only leaning his head forward because his hands are pre-occupied with flowers.

- "happy valentine's day," you mumble back, tilting your lips away from his. you dip your fingers into the pouch slung on your hip, pulling out a leather chain twisted with purple short feathers you had made, dangling it in front of his eyes as your teeth digs into your smiley bottom lip. "you like it?" you ask, and he gives you a kiss again.

- "love it. do me the honor of putting it on?” he murmurs, letting you tie it around his neck and he uses the opportunity to sneak his eyes in the dip of your chest. once you’re done and readjusting it to sit right around his neck, he whispers with a little edge to his voice, “got anything else for me, sweetheart?”

- your eyes squint, a mischievous color flicking in them before you’re holding a finger up, “wait one sec. and— close your eyes, jake. sit down.”

- he does exactly as you say because man is excited, his tail whipping back and forth violently as he slaps his palms on his eyes, knowing fully well that you won’t settle just for the close of his eyelids.

- it’s about three minutes later until you’re tapping his shoulder twice with a finger, “open them!”

- presented in front of him, stands you. a tiny top and bottom that swam with shiny beads, basically equivalent to lingerie. hugged your body so perfectly, hung around every right dip and curve of your body that it left jake scrambling for even thoughts. your hands are behind your back, your hip slightly quirked to the side as you wait for his response excitedly. jake sits there with his mouth agape, his jaw loose and his eyes wide, focused on the absolute artwork of your body.

- laid out on the flat of your back in seconds, legs up in the air with your fingers wrapped in his hair as he kisses at your pussy, tongue slipping in your warm slit gently. purely for his pleasure— the best gift you could ever gift him, and your pleasure was just a bonus.

- loves the taste of you. so warm, so wet and saline that he wishes he could just live on it.

- having to push up the beads of your bottoms up with his fingers cause the pretty little things just keep getting in the way of his tongue.

- and you? your eyes are rolling back. he knows how to use his mouth and he knows good. only drives him to plunge his tongue deeper when you softly whine out his name, your heels rubbing the bottom of his back.

- kissing the inner of your thigh a few times, even nibbling on the skin to leave soft hickeys that you know he just loves to see bloom in the morning. rubbing the skin between your hip and stomach soothingly with his thumb, coaxing you and mumbling out your name lowly every once in a while.

- not even saying anything for once. just enjoying the warm flavor of your cunt, enjoying the soft little sounds you spill out as he rolls his tongue along you.

- your orgasm approaches so softly, and it fizzles through your body when it hits. you’re crying out, your fingers pulling at his hair and he’s unfazed, keeping the same pace of his mouth on your pussy.

- quite literally having to smack his forehead with your palm and push him off of you, cause he was not going to stop unless you did.

- the thick of his arm tucked under your lower back, his cock pushing deep into you but his movements are soft as he sighs, eyebrows gently crinkling together.

- connecting your tsaheylus with rushed, quick and jittery hands, a hushed round of moany breaths leaving you both. jake takes your hand and pushes the back of it into the ground, sliding his fingers through the slim gaps of yours. “i love you, fuuu— hah, jus’ love you. love you so much, my girl.”

- sweeping the hair out from your face, stretching his fingers out across your cheek and he kisses you deep, pushing your head further into the ground below you. tongue sliding along yours messily, groans rumbling out from his chest and flat into your mouth.

- having to grab his shoulders for dear life, tears beginning to creep up into the rim of your eyes because content and love and adore and affection fills you all at once, blurring into one big feeling you have for the man above you.

- just looking down at you with pure adore in his eyes, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he takes you so sweetly, wondering to himself how he managed to land a being like you. kisses away at your lips to quiet your sobs, to muffle his own groans and grunts because of the way you wrap around him so perfectly.

- you’re shuddering when your release draws near, and jake can feel his poor girl withering underneath him. he flips his hand and strokes a knuckle down your cheek, hushing a sweet “‘s okay, beautiful. got you right here. gonna make you come so so good.”

- rolling you gently through your orgasm, rocking his hips into you as you break out a mewl, back arching off the ground to reach for him, grabbing at any part of body your hands can reach because you just need to feel him. need to feel your love in your arms. he finishes not long after, slicking your walls with his load and his stomach clenching.

- staying like that for a moment, his cock locked snug in you with your legs wrapped around his torso.

- then he shifts, pulls out of you slowly and and it has your breath hitching. he collapses beside you, immediately pulling you towards his chest. “c’mere,” he grumbles quietly, slouching his cheek to rest on your head.

- you give a small kiss at his chest, and he returns it with a big kiss to your head as your tails begin to curl together in a little bundle, his body vibrating lowly with a lenient purr.

#my heart #crying #treating you like a princess and fucking you like one too #soft vanilla jake brainrot go brrrrrrrr #brrrRRAAHHHH #jake sully smut #avatar the way of water #jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully imagine #james cameron avatar #avatar jake sully #jake sully x reader smut #jake sully imagines #avatar smut #jake sully headcanons #jake sully drabble #jake sully smut drabble

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peachiecure · 2 months

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Character introduction: Larissa/“Cure Jump”

~Basic info~

Name: Larissa Frausto

“Alter Ego”: Cure Jump

Age: 13

Birthday: September 22

Hair color: Brown (w/ red ombré as “Jump”)

Eye color: Brown (Blue as “Jump”)

Larissa is a girl from another world who happens to visit from time to time. She holds the ability to transform into a magical girl known as “Cure Jump”. She is a side character in Project: SFA.

Larissa is a very shy and awkward person. She often is seen to be either panicking, not able to put out words or trying her best to do what is asked of her. Coming from another world, her surroundings here seem to fascinate her in a way as if she has been observing from the outside for a long time. In her free time, she seems to like to draw and play video games.

Her “Alter Ego”, Cure Jump on the other hand is much different in personality. She is strong willed, brave, leader-like and overall a joy to be around… she fights with the power of fire, along with a few other new tricks up her sleeve that she learns from Mario as they protect the kingdom at times. Though… there seems to be something behind those blue eyes of hers.

For more information on Larissa & Cure Jump, including more details and voice claims, please visit the side blog @nintendoprecure for her intros there~

A Precure? What’s that?

For my non-precure fans here, it’s a magical girl franchise. If you’re familiar with the concepts Sailor Moon or Cardcaptor Sakura, it’s pretty similar. Hopefully you don’t need to know that much about the franchise to understand the concept. A lot of precure fans like to make OCs, and that is where Larissa is from. So yeah it’s another project of mine. Larissa transforms and fights for what’s good with the power of her transformation device! (Which is a 3DS aha) She pops into SFA every now and then. You don’t need to dive deep into my other project though to understand her role in SFA, so I hope she is still a fun character to SFA’s overall story and lore. Just know that she pops in every now and then, helping out the best she can!

~Relationships~

Mario: “O-oh— I need to talk about Mario? U-um— he… he talks much more than I imagined… I’m so used to hearing reused voice lin— I MEAN from what I’ve heard from others!! He’s very nice!! I’m… I’m not good at socializing… at all. He seems to care about me though… I-I just feel that I’m to… incompetent to be standing by his side. He always tells be how I do such a good job as Jump but… I’m n— I mean, yeah I’m… Jump… but— sigh, never mind.”

Peach: “I could cry. I gonna cry. I-I can’t just cry?… she’s everything to me… seeing her in front of me physically of course I’m going to cry!! SHE’S MY FAVORITTTEEEE…. MY QUEEN…. And she’s so nice to me too I’m crying. I-I’m sorry I’m crying. I can’t help it. Little kid me prayed for moments like this… oh my gosh—“ (the rest is incoherent, we cannot understand her through her sobbing)

Sweetheart: “Finding out that Peach and Mario were married was one thing… but finding out they have a child… was something else entirely. I didn’t know how to process that information— my ship— I mean I’m very happy for them!!! Sweetheart herself is a very sweet little girl… well… she’s currently 10 but her behavior is very pure. Sometimes I think she looks up to me like an older sister which… I-I am an older sister in my family but I— I don’t feel like one. I’m cowardly, but she somehow finds the good in me when I’m around and wants to do things with me… her parents have explained the… situation with her powers, so I do have to keep an eye on her just in case anything happens.”

Luigi: “… I like Luigi, he… he really understands me when I can’t really get words out of my mouth… or… or when Mario drags the two of us somewhere impulsively as we’re both worrying… it is also surreal seeing him talk in front of me… oh my good they’re real the Super Mario Bros. are real and they’re in front of my oh my god. I’m gonna explode….”

Daisy: “Daisy has so much energy that she really overwhelms me— but not in a bad way! I really like her I’m just… I-I just like to take things slower and stuff. She’s a wonderful princess! She really cares about her friends and she would definitely fistfight a god for them!…”

Rosalina: “Mario brought me to the Observatory once and… it felt very weird to be able to breathe in space— where I’m from you— you can’t do that you’ll die. I got to meet Rosalina and the Lumas, and I really had a nice time with her. She’s gentle and made sure I felt comfortable and safe in her home… even read me a few stories from her iconic storybook that surely the soundtrack— I mean the music that so happens to play around when she reads— has not made me cry! Not at all!—“

Flame: “Flame is a new face I met upon coming here. I’ve never heard of his Kingdom at all. He seems like a nice kid who just wants to have fun with his friends. He-he’s very panicky, like me, so I— I relate a lot with him. He seems to always fight with Aqua and… I can’t blame him on that. Aqua… is… something… I just find it a bit odd how he always does what Sweetheart says?… I-I hope he’s only doing that because he wants to be a good friend…”

Aqua: “… C-can I tell the truth?—I-I don’t currently like him. I hate sounding mean but— he reminds me of someone from school with his spoiled attitude and I just can’t stand how he constantly arguing with Flame… there’s still a-a lot I don’t know about him, so I am open to change my view on him. It just seems like he isn’t willing to tell anything besides what he wants us to hear… and I don’t want to pry… I won’t say it to his face though, that’s just mean… he hasn’t really DONE anything to hurt me yet so I wouldn’t talk back… not like I ever would in the first place… he’s royalty…”

Toadsworth: “Toadsworth started calling me Master Larissa after one battle and… I cannot get used to the title. I am no master at… anything. Unless it’s crying, I’m… very good at that… ahaha… ha….”

~Rumors~

“Yeah I’m… I’m not related to the Mario Bros… I-I don’t know why that’s such a popular rumor… I’m not even Italian… ahaha… w-wait who thinks I’m related to Mario—? Is it because of my brown hair?— o-or how I’m small?… I’m simply just learning alongside him… because of Ju— because I’m a magical girl!…”

And that’s it for Larissa’s intro! Next will be… well, a certain jester…

#project sfa #larissa frausto #cure jump #peachiecure art #intro post #super mario #smb #super mario bros #art #precure oc #pretty cure oc #fancure #nintendo precure!

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spookyvalentine · 2 years

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fifty questions for commander shepard

you’ll notice pretty quickly that these are uhhhh in no particular order

second round of questions found here

Third, fourth

1. Why did Shepard enlist? Any regrets?

2. How does your Shepard feel about having a yeoman assigned to them in 2? And in 3?

3. What’s their relationship with Anderson?

4. Is your Shepard any good at poker?

5. How well does Shepard know their crew? Not just the companions, but the folks making up the Normandy

6. Initial reaction to EDI? Does it change?

7. Does their love interest move into their quarters?

8. What is their reaction to the Alchera mission? And after?

9. What type of fighter is your shepard? Do they fight with honor, or do they fight dirty

10. Does Shepard keep any pets? The hamster, fish, something else?

11. What order does Shepard pick up companions in me2?

12. Does Shepard have any nicknames? What do they think of em?

13. How does your Shep react to teasing/ribbing?

14. Any good at flirting?

15. What colors does Shepard prefer for their armor?

16. Is Shepard a drinker? History of other substances? Do they struggle with sobriety

17. How does Shepard react to attention? Do they enjoy it?

18. Who’s the dream team? Which companions does Shepard fight best with and why?

19. Are there any companions your Shepard just absolutely cannot vibe with or relate to

20. Does Shepard enjoy looking for resources and upgrading gear, or do they see it as a chore?

21. Do you have any AUs for your shepard?

22. What’s the last thing Shepard ate before the final reaper showdown?

24. Who does Shepard turn to for advice? For comfort? Who do they like to gossip with

25. How emotionally articulate is your Shepard? Do they emote well?

26. Does your Shepard have a romance? Who are they, and what drew Shep to them?

27. Do they have any pet peeves?

28. What about hyperfixations? What’s the topic that will get Shepard rolling no matter the person or place

29. How active is Shepard? Are they hitting the gym, playing sports, or do they prefer quieter downtime?

30. What will always make them laugh?

31. Who can always make them laugh?

32. What do they do when they have hit their limit angry, just incandescent with rage

33. What skills do they have that are a surprise to the people around them?

34. Got any tattoos?

35. Which companions have they lost? How do they cope with it?

36. Do they like to style their hair, wear makeup and jewlery? How do they feel about getting dressed up?

37. Got any bad habits?

38. Does Shepard do any activities with the companions and crew during downtime?

39. Do they keep around any sentimental items?

40. Does your Shepard actually like to collect model ships? If not, what do they display?

41. How is Shepard with a gun? What about hand to hand?

42. Favorite weapon?

43. Which version of the Normandy do they like best?

44. Do they like to rotate out companions for quests? Who do they bring the most?

45. Do they approve of curing the genophage?

46. Does Shepard allow the rachni to live in me1?

47. Does Shepard practice any kind of self-care?

48. What abilities do they rely on the most in a fight?

49. What is Shepard’s happy ending? What’s the dream that keeps em going

50. Is your Shepard indoctrinated

(+1: what does Shepard smell like?)

#pls i want to know everything about yalls sheps #reblog so I can blow up your ask box plz #mass effect #commander shepard #custom shepard #oc asks #character asks

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genderqueer-miharu · 4 months

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Hey i haven't talked about precure in a while...i've been very busy with irl stuff and i am SO behind in hiropre. I do plan to catch up this week tho but before that, guess what was announced today....

[Image description: Official promotional poster for Wonderful Precure. /End description]

WONDERFUL PRECURE TIME!!! Gonna give my thoughts under the cut!!

First the designs, i knew about these since the leaks but seeing them in high quality is even better!! First the leader Cure Wonderful

[ID: Stock art of Cure Wonderful, as well as art of her in her dog and human form. /End ID]

SHE'S A DOGGGG. A LITERAL REAL LIFE DOG I LOVE HER!!! I know Sora was our first not from earth lead cure but this is our first NON-HUMAN LEAD CURE. I love her design even more knowing she's a dog. I loveher little crown too. I hope she's just as wonderful as her name says.

Next Cure Friendy

[ID: Stock art of Cure Friendy as well as her civilian form. /End ID]

Ok so, she might be my favorite design from this season. Just look at her, love me a good purple cure and this is the first purple cure with non-purple hair. And i love her braids and her little detective hat??? She's looks sooo adorable she's my best friend(y). Her name is Iroha Inukai and Komugi (Wonderful) is her dog. And when she transforms into a human she adopts Iroha's last name so her name would be Komugi Inukai. I've always wanted a pair of sibling cures and this might be the closest we get to that (tho i certanily wasn't expecting them to be their pets too agfhhsjk).

Now the other two who are still a mystery. Cure Nyammi and Cure Lillian

[ID: Stock artworks of Cure Nyammi and Cure Lillian. /End ID]

I loooooove Nyammi's hair it looks like it can cut you. Also love how her bow looks like cat ears. The Cure Lillian who's green!! More or less!! She's teal but it's something at least. Honestly she'd be my favorite if not for the fact that she looks a but too much like Cure Spicy agdgdjsk (i haven't looked up who the designer was but i would NOT be surprised if it turns out the same one from delicious party). If it wasn't obvious before Cure Wonderful and Friendy are a duo and these two are as well. Kind of like what Hiropre did as well. Now we don't have profiles of these two yet and we don't have any info about this two yet but we do have this...

[Image description: Official artworks for Wonderful Precure. It shows Iroha, Toyama and Mayu hanging out together with their pets. /End description]

Here there's Iroha with Komugi and the girl with the cat is Mayu Nekoyashiki and her cat is called Yuki, it seems they're Iroha's neighbours. And it's pretty obvious these two are Nyammy and Lillian. I mean that's pretty easy to guess. Buuuuut there's also that boy in the middle. His name i think is Toyama, he is classmates with Iroha and has a pet rabbit named Daifuku. The websites also states that he knows Iroha and Komugi are Precure so he helps them keep it a secret.

Now, almost everyone has figured this out already but, these two are mid-season cures. Not only does it fit with how the other two duos of the season are formed by a human and their pet companion but it also fits with the colors in the logo for the season. The letters have purple, pink, blue, green, yellow and orange. Purple and pink are Friendy and Wonderful, and blue and green are Nyammy and Lillian so Yellow and Orange are the only colors missing. And this boy also has orange accents in his design so it feels pretty same to assume he'll be the orange Cure. It's awesome that we're living in a time where speculating that a boy could be a Precure is a likely option. And for people who were kinda dissapointed that Tsubasa wasn't a human this would be our first proper human boy cure so that's cool too!! Besides it's been SO long since we've had two mid season cures!!

Overall this season is definetely looking like it's going to be a very fun and exciting one. On the surface it looked like not much was going on but turns out there's a lot of firsts for the franchise here!! Looking forward to february!! ^^

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moonmagix24 · 5 months

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My Thoughts on the PreCure Leaks (Along with Some Hopes)

Okay, so earlier I posted a TikTok on my thoughts on the PreCure leaks but the TikTok was obviously a bit rushed and I couldn't put all of my thoughts in a cohesive way. So, here's a more comprehensive list of my thoughts and feelings about the Wonderful PreCure! leaks. These leaks are the ones that were recently confirmed to be real by some preorder listings on toy sites. I won't say who revealed them for their privacy but it's pretty easy to find who.

Also, Toei, please don't come for me. It's your faults for letting the initial leaks happen. However, I do wish that these leaks came closer to the season release because in a way that would up the hype. Though, I can imagine some hype still being there with waiting for the designs for the items and plot.

Spoilers below the cut!

So, normally, leaks of the designs and merch usually would come out multiple weeks after the trademark was made for the season. The trademark was made on November 29 (in EST) and the leaks started coming out on December 3 (in EST). That's only a few days which is insanely fast lol. For Hirogaru Sky, we started getting the actual design leaks in January which was over a month after the trademark was issued.

So I was super skeptical with these images because that's insanely early. That was until today when I saw a post sharing that there was indeed preorder listings for some merch that confirmed the names which by extension confirms the leaks. It's crazy because the leaks happened a month earlier than normal. Normally, there might be talks of what the season could involve and everyone is waiting with anticipation for majority of the month of December until eventually some silhouettes are seen. At this point in the "leak season," the most we'd get would be names for the Cures and some toy preorders.

I was insanely floored upon seeing thing and yes, the listings seem to be legit. Before we go on, please know that these are my opinions, it's okay if you disagree or agree. Just don't get aggressive, for the love of God. (I doubt anyone would get aggressive because the PreCure fandom is mostly chill like that but since I'm basically new to using Tumblr for PreCure and other fandom since the last time I used this site for posting about fandom was years ago on deactivated accounts)

Ok, onto actual thoughts now!

I really like Cure Nyammy's design, as well as Cure Friendy's. Cure Wonderful's design needs to grow on me a little more because something about it just feels off.

Cure Nyammy probably has my favorite design out of them all.

Cure Lillian looks like one of those bootleg designs for Cure Spicy. Y'know like the ones you'd see on a bootleg toy. Though, I think it honestly might just be the hair and overall silhouette. Her design is--unsurprisingly--better than Spicy's in some aspects.

When will Toei finally give us a proper green cure instead of the teal/turquoise greens? The last time we had any form of green cure was back in 2019 with Cure Milky (though I thought she was a blue cure at first because of how blue her color palette was). It appears that Lillian will be like Cure Milky in that she looks more like a blue than Green. However, her color is supposed to be green judging by two of the purses putting a green heart next to her. She looks incredibly blue, though, but that can be brushed off as the photo quality because the photos aren't the best qualities. Last time we got a proper green cure was back in 2016 which was almost 8 years ago. Please don't make Felice the last proper green cure. We deserve more than just a few proper green cures.

What the heck is "Friendy?" I'm praying to every higher power that it was just a typo like when they put "Cure Rhythem" instead of "Cure Rhythm" on the DX3 promo.

Nyammy is a cute name considering the origin of it being a common cat name in Japan. Think of it like naming her Cure Kitty or Cure Mimi. It also can be something like Cure Meowy.

Are we finally getting a white/silver haired PreCure after years?! I'm pretty sure that the last time we got a white or silver haired PreCure was Cure Moonlight which was almost 14 years ago. So, I'm pretty pumped about it.

I'm bummed that we're getting yet another compact for transformation. It's also the hundredth time we've had an item called [main part of season name] Pact... Though, it's good for collecting but I'd like for us to get another transformation watch or bracelet or they could do something original like with HUGtto's transformation device. The PreHeart was inventive because it sorta doubled as a phone and compact in design. (It also had a use outside of transforming or attacking)

A potentially unpopular opinion but I like Friendy's hair. I think she's the first time we've gotten a blond purple cure? And before someone says "Cure Finale is purple," let me point you to Toei stating that she's a gold cure.

Personally, I see both Wonderful and Friendy having sort of dog ear motifs with their hair? It's more obvious with Wonderful but I think the reason why both have some version of twintails or pigtails is to imitate dog ears.

It's pretty obvious that Nyammy and Lillian are supposed to represent cats.

It also appears that Toei is once again doing the team where there's two duos thing that Hirogaru Sky did. Not really a fan of it unless they can execute it well like they did for Hirogaru Sky.

Not a fan of yet another mirror pad. Hopefully they'll add some sort of fun twist to it such as it eventually doubling as a weapon.

Just a prediction but I think if there is a midseason, they'll be gold/yellow/orange. I'd like to see another duo like Amour and Ma Cherie, though... It would be really fun to have a yellow/gold/orange and red duo.

If there is a midseason, I hope that they aren't another dog or cat theme... Perhaps a fox theme?

Though, I don't really want a midseason because we have enough of them and it'd be nice to have a season like Smile or Splash Star in that regard.

At least the names are sorta fitting. Unlike Cure Spicy and Cure Earth. I'll never understand why they named the blue PreCure "Spicy" and I already explained the nonsense that is Cure Earth.

I kinda want the compacts to be used for their attacks. Not like Kira Kira A La Mode... Just they use them for their finishers like in HUGtto.

I think it'd be really funny if Cure Friendy was actually the lead cure but I doubt she will be LMAO

I am once again praying to every higher power that Toei does more with the theming of animals.

I just realized that this post is like an essay LMAO. I'm so sorry about infodumping about this but lately these leaks have been all I can think about and I had to get it out of my system. I am so sorry to whoever read this entire thing, all 5 paragraphs and 20 bullet points.

#precure #pretty cure #wonderful precure #precure leaks #wonderful pretty cure #magical girl #precure spoilers #pretty cure leaks #pretty cure spoilers #I have turned tumblr into the place where I infodump

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fritextramole · 29 days

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my girl, my girl, my girl. you will be my girl

part 2 of a Dan Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Hello? ~ Clairo, Rejjie Snow

Are you into me, like I'm into you? Do you wanna do the things I wanna do with you? You're so close, and yet so far I wonder how you look when you're in the dark

Kool Girl ~ Seasalt

I can’t believe that she’s texting on her phone in my passenger seat She’s got one foot on the dash And her head out the window

Would You Be So Kind? ~ dodie

Let's write a story Be in my book You've got to join me on my page At least take a look

Somethin' Stupid ~ Frank Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place And have a drink or two And then I go and spoil it all By saying something stupid Like I love you

Susie Save Your Love ~ Allie X, Mitski

Save your love For someone like me You don't have to be a part-time Susie

Wish You Were Sober ~ Conan Gray

Don't take a hit, don't kiss my lips And please don't drink more beer I'ma crawl outta the window now 'Cause I don't like anyone around Kinda hope you're followin' me out

Stranger ~ MOTHXR

It’s getting louder, I leave when I can Danger here is so quiet Water here is the fire

Upright (Everything's Alright) ~ Stevie Wonder

The right side of the tracks, she was born and raised In a great big old house, full of butlers and maids She says no one is better than I, I know I'm just an average guy No football hero or smooth Don Juan Got empty pockets, you see I'm a poor man's son

Melting ~ Kali Uchis

My blood starts to rush when I see your doorman I know you're nearby and I know your purpose Take one look at you, you're heaven's incarnate What is this spell, baby? Please show some mercy

we fell in love in october ~ girl in red

Smoking cigarettes on the roof You look so pretty and I love this view Don't bother looking down We're not going that way At least I know, I am here to say

Lips Like Sugar ~ Echo & the Bunnymen

Just when you think you've caught her She glides across the water She calls for you tonight To share this moonlight You'll flow down her river

Meteor Shower ~ Cavetown

Meteor shower, quick take cover But the hues in our hair compliment one another I'd sell my own bones for sapphire stones 'Cause blue's your favorite color

June ~ Briston Maroney

So dress up in your finer things And the smile can't hide anything And pin the flower to my chest And count the days that I've got left

Love Will Tear Us Apart ~ Joy Division

Why is the bedroom so cold? You've turned away on your side Is my timing that flawed? Our respect runs so dry Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives

Moon Song ~ Phoebe Bridgers

But now I am dreaming, and you're singing at my birthday I've never seen you smiling so big It's nautical themed, and there's something I'm supposed to say But can't for the life of me remember what it is

Just like Heaven ~ The Cure

You're just like a dream Daylight licked me into shape I must've been asleep for days And moving lips to breathe her name I opened up my eyes And found myself alone, alone

Killing Me To Love You ~ Vancouver Sleep Clinic

I'm fighting for you I'm hiding for you But it's killing me to love you

Oats In The Water ~ Ben Howard

There's coke in the Midas touch A joke in the way that we rust

Water Fountain ~ Alec Benjamin

Now he's grabbing her hips, and pulling her in Kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear And she knows that she shouldn't listen And that she should be with me by the water fountain

Shampoo Bottles ~ Peach Pit

It is seemingly worsened everyday All this shit of yours around my house If I could've had it any other way Then by now I would've chucked it out

#gg #ggplaylists #dan humphrey #gossip girl #source: senamarais

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thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight · 2 years

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Marinette can't do it anymore. Juggling being herself, the guardian, and Ladybug was just too much. She needed to shed one of those responsibilities, and she knew just which one to pass on.

You always try your best to impress, though things never go your way. When Marinette tells you she can't be Ladybug anymore, you offer to take on the role for her. It's a lot trying to match up to her, but you need to try for Paris.

Chat Noir is upset. He knew he and Ladybug were drifting apart, but it hurt to see that she'd give up her miraculous to someone without warning him first. The new bug seems nice, but he's having a hard time adjusting to the sudden change.

Everyone is stressed :)

Note:

This fic is Canon divergent

-You can't use the miraculous cure: all damage is permanent. The miraculous lore is also kind of adjusted here (will be explained later)

-Marinette had a slight crush on Adrien, but it went away quickly after they became friends

-Chat Noir is less flirty (kind of) and is mostly over his crush on LB.

-Rena Rouge, Carapace, and every other temp hero never happened. Queen Bee was the first one and after she had her miraculous taken away, no one else received one.

That should cover most of it :)

Pretty much throw everything you know about MLB out the window for this

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Chapter Index

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔒𝔫𝔢: 𝔓𝔩𝔲𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔟𝔦𝔞

You nearly get akumatized before Chat Noir saves you.

Chat attempts to talk with Ladybug about their distant relationship.

"You'll protect me if I get bullied, right?" You asked. Your tone was playful, but nervousness bled through your words, and there was no doubt that Alix picked up on it.

She laughed before shaking her can of spray paint, "No one will bully you, not when I'm around at least." She stood high on her toes and sprayed a line of paint onto the huge canvas.

You and Alix had been friends for almost a year now. The two of you bonded over the shared love of street art, and your friendship blossomed from there.

Alix was small, but had a muscular frame that more than made up for it. Her clothes were always ripped and her hair color changed every few days. She embraced her imperfections, it was like insecurities didn't exist to her. You admired her for that, as she was shamelessly herself at all times.

Not so long ago, you made the mistake of mentioning that you wanted to get a career in visual arts, and Alix immediately jumped to suggest attending her school, Françoise Dupont. She said the teachers were shitty and there was a minor bullying problem, but it opened up great opportunities for artists with the amount of collaborations the school did.

The opportunity was too good to pass up, so of course you jumped at the chance. You had applied during your last semester at your old school, and you were ecstatic when you had been approved. But as time passed and summer flew by, you realized just how nervous you were. You almost dreaded going because it was all way too good to be true. As the dreaded date came closer, you felt the pressure start to bring you down. All you could think about was how you'd probably make a fool out of yourself.

You two were currently sitting in a small art studio, provided by a sweet sculpture who supported young artists. Alix had suggested going out to paint something special to help calm your nerves. She told you to not paint anything specific and to just let the paint itself guide you. It was freeing in a way, painting without any rules or guidelines—at least, it looked like it when Alix did it. You never actually let yourself just paint. You nitpicked every line and tried to make it look professional. If anything, it was making you more nervous and you envied Alix for how easily painting came to her.

"But what about Chloé?" You frowned, "Doesn't she go there?" You remembered the stories Alix told you about the demon girl, shivering at the idea of meeting someone like her.

Alix snorted loudly, "After the Queen Bee incident, she's no biggie. I was surprised she still showed up to school after that."

Ah the Queen Bee incident. Everyone saw the news that day, when Chloé revealed that there were in fact other miraculous' and that she had gotten her hands on one.

It had been a disaster.

She purposefully put people's lives in danger, then proceeded to get chewed out by her mother in public. Everyone was confused, and highly concerned. For a while, it had always been Ladybug and Chat Noir. No one was against the idea of more superheroes joining, but to see that their first pick had been Chloé Bourgeois made eyebrows raise.

"Do you think she'll be there this year?"

"Probably, now that I think about it," Alix set down her paint can and picked up another one, "the girl has no shame."

You sighed, turning over the paint can in your hand. You didn't have any inspiration, and painting wasn't helping as much as you would have liked.

"Art block?" Alix asked.

You painted a stick figure, "Yeah...I'm just not feeling it." You gave the stick figure a unibrow and mustache. At least you made something. "I think I'm going to go home early. I've got to get my sleep schedule back on track before school starts anyways."

"Since when have you cared about your sleep schedule?"

"I've always cared."

Alix stared at you, looking highly unamused.

You rolled your eyes, "I've always cared, I just lacked self control, and all of that changes tonight." You stuffed your paint into your bag and slung the strap over your shoulder.

"Alright. Need me to walk you home?"

You shook your head, "I'll be fine, don't worry."

"Message me when you get home!" Alix yelled as you walked towards the door.

"Sure thing!"

The walk back to your house wasn't far. The sun was beginning to set. The sky was a beautiful gradient of orange and pink, highlighting Paris' buildings with its glow. You wanted to appreciate it, but your thoughts and worries swarmed you, not allowing you to focus on anything.

Would you regret getting into Françoise Dupont? Would you wish that you had passed on it? The school was fancy and filled to the brim with students who had unmatched talents. They all were established and well put together, you'd be nothing by comparison. Even Alix, with her rouge style, fit in the school perfectly. She was a talented artist, no doubts about it.

You tried to steer your thoughts somewhere else, to look at the positive side of things, but your thoughts were too loud.

You stopped at a bus stop, clutching your bag strap. Your heart felt heavy and your mood dampened as your brain continued to remind you of all of the things you should be worried about.

Gasps broke your train of thought, as the people who once stood next to you waiting for the bus were now backing away. They frantically pointed at you.

"Akuma!"

Your breath hitched as you turned. Fluttering way too close to your bag was a small black butterfly. Your pulse quickened as you backed away from it. What did you do in this type of situation? You couldn't hit it, because it'd just get absorbed into your bag anyways. Didn't the Ladyblog suggest calming down?

You backed away from it carefully, trying to calm down your heart that pounded against your ribcage. You felt frozen in place as the butterfly crept closer.

"Cataclysm!"

And just like that, the butterfly was gone. A fist covered in black spandex clutched the akuma, a green glow emitting from it softly. The claws opened up and let go of its prey, leaving the ashes to fall to the ground.

Everything was silent, as if the world had stopped. You looked up, locking eyes with the stranger in front of you.

Chat Noir.

Here he was, the famous superhero, right in front of you.

He was only maybe a few inches taller than you were, but he appeared to be towering over you. His head blocked the sunlight and casted a shadow over his form. His blond locks swept over his bright green eyes, the very ones that stared into yours.

"Are you alright?" His voice was...higher pitched than you expected. It wasn't squeaky, but it wasn't deep either. It was a nice happy medium. He sounded like he was your age, though a voice in the back of your head told you to dismiss the thought.

"Yeah...I'm fine." Your words slurred together as you kept staring at Chat Noir. Your eyes trailed down to the black ash that rested on the concrete next to your feet.

You were almost akumatized.

If Chat hadn't shown up, you could have been akumatized. All because of a few worries about school. It was pretty small and stupid insecurity in the grand scheme of things, yet Hawk Moth hadn't hesitated to use that against you. You had heard of people getting akumatized over small things before, but it was terrifying now that you had seen just how easy it was for it to happen. You hadn't even seen it coming. The thought made your blood run cold.

Chat Noir put a hand on your shoulder, "Hey, talk to me. How are you feeling?"

"I almost got akumatized. Not feeling too great." You nervously laughed at your situation. Of course this would happen the one time you tried to be responsible.

Chat chuckled, "Yeah, I guess that was a stupid question." He turned around briefly and you heard cameras flash. A crowd was growing around the two of you.

"Ah, we probably shouldn't stay around here. People have a hard time resisting my charm, y'know?" He winked. "May I?" He pulled out his staff from his belt and held out his hand. You took it hesitantly and let out a surprised noise when Chat twirled you closer to him and wrapped his arm around your waist. "Going up!" His staff stretched and launched you two into the air. You shrieked and held onto Chat for dear life.

It was almost cartoonish how Chat worked. After landing on one rooftop, he had already started moving to adjust you onto his back, his hands tucking underneath your legs. "This is fine, yeah?" He turned his head to peer at you.

"Uh...yeah?" You breathed out. All of this was weird. The people below you called out for Chat, phones and cameras pointed at the two of you. "Is that normal?" You asked.

Chat grumbled, "Yeah. M'lady and I should really make an announcement telling people to back off. I appreciate the support, but it's not okay to overwhelm akuma victims like this." He said everything in a gentle voice, but you could tell he was genuinely upset. You frowned knowing that you were now considered an akuma victim.

"But let's not focus on that!" Chat said enthusiastically. He turned away from the crowd, angling you so you could no longer see them. "Do you mind telling me where you were going? I could drop you off if you'd like."

"Wouldn't that draw more attention to us?"

"I have my ways, don't worry."

You smiled slightly and told him your address. Chat's ears perked up as he typed something into his staff with his thumb. You didn't know which one was more shocking: that Chat was able to hold you on his back while typing something with seemingly no struggle whatsoever, or that Chat could type something into his staff. Something similar to Google Maps showed up and he cheered.

"Got it! Hold on tight!" He gripped the back of your legs and took off. Butterflies erupted within your stomach with every drop as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, occasionally using his staff to aid him.

You knew that he knew what he was doing, but you still couldn't help but be nervous. Halfway through it, you forced yourself to open your eyes and take in the scenery. Seeing Paris from this height was truly breathtaking. You felt so calm underneath the night sky, watching the lights that illuminated the city. A soft wind blew through your hair and you heard soft music play from local musicians. It was like a fog had been lifted, and you could see again. Your thoughts left you, finally allowing you to be at peace.

"Beautiful, right?" Chat yelled over the wind. You nodded before realizing that he probably couldn't see you all too well.

"Yeah. I've never seen it like this."

"I like to run across the rooftops like this to clear my mind." He dodged a pigeon and jumped onto another building, "It helps."

You smiled at that. Even if it were only for a second, you appreciated that Chat opened up to you. It was comforting in a weird way, to know that even superheroes could get overwhelmed.

You rested your head on his shoulder, "I wish I could swing around Paris like this."

Chat laughed, "Well you can always flag M'lady and I down and we can take you for a joy ride."

You snorted, knowing full well that he wasn't being serious. You kind of wished he was, it'd be cool to have Ladybug and Chat Noir swing you around anytime you wanted. One could wish.

"So, if you don't mind me asking," Chat spoke up, "what were you upset about earlier?"

You sighed, "It wasn't anything big. I was just...worried."

"About?"

"About school." You felt embarrassed admitting that out loud, how you almost got akumatized over school. Some people lost their relatives or were in tough living situations, yet here you are stressed about school.

"Really?" Chat asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "You're not a fan of it?"

"I don't think anyone is a fan of high school." You teased, "It's just that I'm going to a new one this year. It's a pretty fancy school filled with rich people and I want to make a good impression."

Chat hummed, "Well you seem like a pretty cool gal. Making a good impression shouldn't be too hard for you."

"I wish that were the case, but thanks."

Unfortunately, the moment had to end as Chat landed in front of your apartment. He crouched down and released your legs. You stood up slowly, your legs a little wobbly. Once you had steadied yourself, Chat stood up and faced you.

He pointed at the apartment, "This is yours, yeah?" You nodded.

"Yeah...uh...thank you for uhm, y'know-" you made a few gestures with your hands, "saving me and all."

Chat shrugged, "You don't need to thank me for that. It's just my job. Are you going to be alright after…?" He trailed off, clearly not sure if the subject was sensitive for you or not. The general public idolizes akumatizations pretty often, so it's a nice change of pace seeing someone who takes the subject seriously (though you supposed you should've expected that. He's the one who has to deal with the mess while everyone else just films it).

"Yeah, I'll be fine I think."

"You think?"

"I hope."

Chat shook his head, a smirk tugging in his lips, "I'll have to take your word for it then. I'd stay longer, but I need to finish up my patrol."

"Oh right! Sorry for keeping you." You smiled sheepishly, but Chat waved you off.

"Don't worry about it." He bowed and took your hand in his, pressing his lips softly against the back of it, "Do me a favor and stay safe."

"I'll try."

Chat dropped your hand and saluted before taking out his staff. "And try not to stress too much about your new school. Rich people suck anyways, their opinions don't matter."

You laughed, "Oh? Does Chat Noir eat the rich?"

"Proudly. I don't think their absence would be much of a change." You groaned loudly as Chat snickered. "Catch ya later!" He lept off into the distance, leaving you alone.

You had to admit, you kind of wished you got to talk to Chat longer. Something about him made you feel safe. You could tell he genuinely cared for the people of Paris with how kind he was towards you. He was the type of guy you'd naturally gravitate to. It's a shame that'd be the last time you'd get to meet him in person.

Taking out your keys, you went inside, ready to let sleep take over.

Maybe you'd get to meet him again one day.

Chat dropped onto the Eiffel Tower with a soft thud. Ladybug stood in front of him, her gaze distant. She looked like she was lost in her own little world.

"I've finished my half. Nothing to report." Chat clipped his staff to his belt, "There was one attempted akumatization, but I caught it before it got to anyone. Overall, it was a pretty peaceful night."

Ladybug didn't respond, her nose scrunched up.

Chat frowned, but decided to finish his report, "I do think we should make a PSA of some sort. The second someone is saved from an akuma, everyone swarms them. I know not everyone will listen to us, but I think it'd be nice to let everyone know that we don't support that behavior."

Ladybug was still silent, her eyes trained on the floor.

"M'lady?"

"Hmm?" Her head snapped up as she finally looked at him. "Oh right, sorry. That sounds great. We can try to talk to Nadia to get it broadcasted."

"Ladybug, is everything alright? You've been...distant lately…"

Ladybug's face fell and she shrunk into herself, crossing her arms. Chat knew it had to be bad if she wasn't even fumbling to give him some sort of excuse. She always gave him an answer, no matter how obviously untrue it was.

He knew things haven't been too easy on her as of late. Not only had they lost their one and only mentor, but now Ladybug was forced to take care of more miraculous' and kwamis. Now that she was guardian, a lot of things changed: the main one being their dynamic. Ladybug always insisted that they were still equals, but Chat knew better. She was in charge now, and she was responsible for the cat miraculous. It never needed to be said, they both knew an identity reveal on Chat's side was required. The guardian needed to know his identity, afterall.

He revealed himself only a week ago. He had been nervous the whole time, face flushed as Ladybug saw him without the mask. She hadn't said much, and she was extremely awkward after that. It took a few days for her to adjust.

It made things a lot easier, but the change was still uncomfortable at times. Especially since Chat still didn't know Ladybug's identity.

He didn't want to assume that had been the reason behind her being distant, but he couldn't help but wonder…

"Are you still weirded out by my identity?"

Ladybug immediately put her hands up in defense. "No, no, no, no, no! That has nothing to do with it, Adrien, I promise. I'm just…"

"...just?"

"Tired." She nodded, "I didn't get much sleep last night. In fact, I should go and sleep! Yeah, sleep! Sleep helps when you're tired! Yep yep, sleep." She stood up straight and unhooked her yo-yo from her hip, "I'll see you around, yeah? Yeah! Goodnight, kitty!" Her smile was way too wide to be believable and she jumped off, swinging away with her yo-yo.

Chat frowned. It seemed that Ladybug got worse everyday, and for some strange reason, she wasn't talking to him about it. He believed her full heartedly when she said the problem hadn't been him, but the "I'm tired" excuse was clearly a lie. It felt like she was slipping through his fingers and there was nothing he could do about it.

He was just going to have to wait until she felt comfortable enough to tell him. He couldn't force her to say anything, and he didn't want to. He wanted her to come to him when she was ready.

He just hoped that moment was soon,

he was getting worried.

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What Moves in the Dark: Chapter Two

Liv and Astarion come to an agreement. Tw: blood, tw: alcohol use, tw: poor coping mechanisms.

Read from the beginning.

Also on AO3.

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Astarion waits the requested hour, wandering the streets uselessly and barely talking himself into going back at all. When he does turn back down the street the shop sits on, he hovers up the street, glancing into the darkened windows to ensure that the dwarf isn’t going to try to run his axe through him and that this wasn’t all some elaborate set-up. He doesn’t think that’s what this is though. There had been something fundamentally honest about the woman, a true desire to help. He doesn’t have a lot of allies left in this city, and even fewer friends. So, he approaches the shop.

Like much of the city, the building the shop resides in is made of pale stone. But the shop itself is framed by wooden paneling and windows that have been painted a dark green. The paint looks pristine and fresh, so it’s probably enchanted. The wooden sign over the door doesn’t announce the name but instead is emblazoned with a shadowy quill. The glass of the windows is thick and wavy, it’s difficult to see inside clearly, but he sees no sign of the dwarf, so he opens the door and steps inside. At the ringing of the bell, the woman appears looking not the least bit surprised, but she’s also not armed or flanked by the dwarven man, so he takes it as a victory.

“Welcome back,” she says. She’s half-elven which makes it difficult to pinpoint her exact age. She’s pretty, and her long, dark hair is pinned back though tendrils of it seem to be escaping. Her eyes are the color of dark forests and storms, and there’s an air about her, something that feels like sadness, but then she smiles and it’s almost enough to banish it.

The shop itself is small, filled with plants and potions and spell components. There’s an old run running the length of the space, but the floorboards below it are worn, scratched. He suspects the rug is some effort to camouflage that.

“Your partner is gone?”

The woman chuckles. “Kharis is gone, but he’s not my partner. He’s the owner here; I’m just his assistant. Come on back.”

A mere assistant? Oh, this day just keeps getting better and better. He’s beginning to question the wisdom of coming here at all. But something propels him forward instead, a kernel of something planted by Tavren months and months ago: hope. Hope that there is a cure out there to be found, that the world needn’t be so bleak. A part of him hates it.

He sighs and follows her into the back room. It’s small, cramped, even. There are bundles of herbs and plants hanging from the ceiling, and bottles and tinctures litter every available surface. It would be a kindness to call it merely cluttered. But a fire crackles in the corner and several candles flicker invitingly. The space feels cozier than it has any right to in this part of town.

“Forgive my assumption, but you haven’t even told me your name.”

Her cheeks flush in embarrassment, but otherwise, she doesn’t miss a beat. “I’m Liv. Would you like to take a seat?” She gestures to a chair beside the workbench.

He sits but watches her as she carefully moves around the space, preparing a needle and a vial. “Tell me, what can an assistant to an alchemist do for me?” He doesn’t mean for the question to come out nearly as bitterly as it does.

She doesn’t look surprised by his question, but then she doesn’t look angry either. “Truthfully, I’m not sure, but magic is certainly involved somewhere in the vampirism process. And lucky for you, I’ve received the best magical education money can buy.” She doesn’t say any of it with an air of boasting, instead the words are resigned almost, and laced with something else he can’t place.

“And yet you’re an assistant in an alchemy shop.”

“You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to get a decent job in this city,” she says with a slight smile. It’s a deflection if he’s ever heard one, but he lets her have it. “I’ll need access to your arm.”

He unbuttons his doublet, shedding the outer layer until he’s down to his shirtsleeves. She steps close, hands outstretched. “Is it alright if I touch you?”

The frank casualness of the question surprises him. He’s strangely grateful to be asked at all. He offers her his arm which she directs to the workbench, then with careful fingers, she gently rolls up the sleeve of his shirt until his forearm is completely exposed.

Her brow furrows and she pauses. “I just realized…you’re undead, do you even bleed?”

He shifts in the chair as his scars ache faintly at the question. It’s all in his head, he knows. But the question stirs two centuries of memories. Of flayings and beatings and scrubbing his own blood from stone floors. “I bleed.”

“Well, you certainly have nice veins,” she says as she ties a small cloth around his upper arm and then gently taps at the veins.

The comment is so unexpected he chokes out a laugh. “I’ve been on the receiving end of any number of compliments, darling, but that is a new one.” Her answering smile is just this side of smug, he realizes now that she must have picked up on his discomfort, and had said just the thing to pull him out of it. He grinds his jaw together, unsure how he feels about being so easy for her to read.

“Is it rude for me to ask you how you became a vampire?” She asks, pressing the needle into his vein. The connected vial begins to fill with blood. It doesn’t hurt, but he glances away all the same.

“Well, if you’re going to help me, I suppose you will need to exhume all the gory details, won’t you?”

She dips her head in acknowledgment, eyes flicking up to his before returning to her work. “It would be preferable, yes.”

He sighs. “I supposed the first thing you should be aware of is that I’m not a true vampire, only a spawn. I was attacked, beaten, and left for dead. That’s when Cazador appeared, and offered to save me. To give me eternal life. Given that my choices were eternal life or bleed to death in the street, I took him up on his offer. It was only afterward that I realized just how long eternity could be.” There’s a lot he’s not telling her. Like how the reason he’d been attacked and beaten was because he’d handed down a ruling as a magistrate he can’t remember but he can guess that it was neither fair nor good. Or how he’d carried almost as much vitriol and hatred for the Gur people as he had for Cazador for making him what he is. He’s surprised at just how much shame he feels, how little he wants her to know the whole truth.

“What exactly was the process though? What little I’ve read suggests there’s an exchange of blood?”

“In theory, yes. Presumably, he drained me dry and gave me a drop of his blood.”

“In that order? What if you drink a vampire’s blood before you’re drained dry?” she asks. He can tell by the way she speaks that she’s trying to work the whole process out, puzzle it through.

The order of the process hasn’t ever been relevant, so he’s never paid attention. “I wasn’t exactly in any condition to be taking notes. It…it was a long time ago.”

“How long?”

“Nearly two hundred years.”

“What’s the difference between a spawn and a true vampire…why not make you a true vampire?”

“Because the biggest threat to a vampire is another vampire and because the vampire who turned me was a sadistic asshole who was obsessed with power over people. Spawn are worse than slaves, they’re obedient puppets.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize…are you…” He watches her struggle to form the question.

“Don’t worry, the bastard’s dead.” It’s the first time he’s told anyone outside of his friends and companions. It’s the first time it’s been relevant. Sitting in an alchemy shop with a stranger, it feels less victorious than he thought it would.

She pulls away the needle and vial and then presses a clean cloth to the wound left behind. “Hold that there, I’ll grab a bandage.”

“Don’t bother,” he replies, pulling the cloth away. The wound has already healed.

She peers at the place where the needle should have left a small wound behind, but there’s nothing but a spot of blood against his pale skin. “That’s fascinating. You can heal that quickly?”

He rolls his shirtsleeve back down, feeling suddenly exposed. “Yes.”

Her green eyes are big and bright and full of curiosity. “What else can you do? I’ve never read anything about accelerated healing and vampires.”

Well, she’s no expert, but what the hells? He patiently answers her questions while she scribbles down notes in a book. Her questions are thoughtful, couched in genuine curiosity. She listens to him intently, like she’s weighing each of his words. Her attention is an intense thing, quiet, but the full force of it hits him while they talk and he simultaneously wants to squirm away from it as much as he wants to bask in it.

She’s clearly clever, but she hasn’t got a magical cure to offer him, and he’s surprised by how disappointed he feels. Perhaps it is because of their recent victory over the Netherbrain, but he had believed that like everything else, if he simply showed up and did the heroic thing…a solution would present itself. Perhaps he shouldn’t come here at all.

“I thought that vampires couldn’t walk in the sun,” Liv glances up at him after making a note in her book.

“A gift of the illithid tadpole in my head. A gift that was promptly withdrawn after our defeat of the Netherbrain.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize…” It’s funny because she looks genuinely sorry, but she doesn’t know him. They’re strangers.

“Perhaps now you understand why I’m here,” Astarion says, a tiredness in his voice he didn’t notice before.

“How did it work? There were people all over the city who turned into mind flayers, but no one seemed to know how they got infected. We’d been treating people who came to us complaining about headaches and other odd symptoms for a few tendays, but we didn’t realize they were even infected until they turned…if we’d known…maybe we could have done more.” As she speaks, he can see the emotions rising in her, the care, the anger.

“Trust me when I say there was nothing you could have done differently. They weren’t normal tadpoles.” He’s not sure why he’s trying to offer her comfort, but he offers it all the same.

“What made them different?”

“Netherese magic.”

“What? That’s…impossible.”

“I assure you it’s not.”

Liv is quiet for a moment, staring at the floor as if she’s working something out. “So the tadpole suppressed some of the vampirism…and it was infused with netherese magic. There’s got to be a connection there.”

He sighs. “Oh probably. You also mentioned something earlier about a blood disease. Is that why you want my blood?”

“Yes, but now that I know how fast you can heal, I’m interested in it for more than just that. Some of the people who came to use sick, some of them turned into mind flayers, but some of them are still sick. Doctors who can’t find anything wrong. One of them died.”

“And you think my blood might contain answers?”

She shrugs. “All I know is that a vampire walked into the shop within the same tenday, and…maybe it’s a coincidence and maybe it’s not, but I’d be a fool not to look deeper.”

She’s a fool with a bleeding heart anyway, he can tell. He knows her type: naive, quick to help, quicker to get taken advantage of. He notices her picking her words carefully most of the time, but every now and again the control slips and her accent shifts to something that betrays her as being from the Upper City. He’s not sure what she’s doing here or why she’s trying to hide where she’s from, but he doesn’t much care.

“So, what now?” he asks.

“Now I need time to work. Come back in a tenday?”

A tenday? She thinks that is all the time this will take? “You think you can solve this that quickly?”

She laughs, but it’s not a cruel thing. “Gods no. I need time to research and work. I don’t even know what questions to ask you, what more I need from you. This could take…” she falters. “This could take a long time. But I promise I’ll do my best to help you.” He despises promises; they’re too easily broken.

And with that vote of confidence in this whole endeavor, he bids her goodnight and steps back out into the warm night air unconvinced that he’ll be back.

***

The door to the Shadowed Quill bursts open in the late afternoon, the bell jingling cheerily in sharp juxtaposition to the worried faces and concerned voices that suddenly fill the shop. Liv is at the counter helping a woman with spell components and arguing that no, she cannot substitute soot with ash, but she immediately steps away when she sees the woman being carried between three men.

It’s Iona, one of the patients with similar symptoms to Alfran. She’d first come to them complaining about a ringing in her ears that nothing had fixed. Later, she’d begun complaining about blurry vision and vertigo. The last time Liv had seen her, she’d made a house call because Iona’s legs had been so swollen she’d been unable to walk. Liv had left her with a small collection of health potions and no answers. Now, she’s being carried here by her three sons.

“She was doing better, she was,” one of Iona’s sons insists. “But her breathing got real bad last night, and now she’s really struggling. We took her to a doctor…but…”

But the doctor had likely found absolutely nothing wrong. Just like Alfran. She already knows without them saying anything. Their shop is not a hospital or a clinic, but is there really anywhere else for them to go? “Let’s get her in the back,” she says.

Kharis has appeared in the doorway of the workroom, holding the door open and gesturing them inside. “We can put her on the workbench; we’ll get her comfortable.”

Liv follows in the wake of Iona’s sons. Now that it’s quieter, she can hear the way Iona strains for each breath. “Is her airway blocked?”

“No,” one of the boys responds, as they carefully lay their mother on the work bench.

Iona is a small woman, her three sons are all taller than her by at least two heads. She’d told Liv that her husband had died when the boys were young; she’s been working as a laundress her whole life, and now her boys work the docks like their father before them. A quiet life, one that should be safe and not marked with mystery.

Kharis’ hands are outstretched, glowing blue with healing magic. “We’ll take good care of her. Will you wait out front?”

Iona’s sons reluctantly leave, and Liv presses a hand against Iona’s pulse point. “Her heart is racing, Kharis.” She keeps her voice pitched low, so as not to be overheard.

“Healing spells aren’t working,” Kharis replies. This isn’t good. Iona’s breathing is becoming more and more labored by the minute, and her heart can’t possibly keep this pace.

She leans down over the woman. “Iona, can you hear me? Can you tell me does anything hurt?”

Iona’s eyes are unfocused, and Liv isn’t even sure that she’s conscious. “My….head.” The words are slurred together, and as she speaks the left side of her face begins to droop.

“Kharis!” Liv says, getting his attention. “Something’s wrong.”

“Fuck. She’s having a stroke!”

He’s suddenly racing toward the cupboard and reaching for a jar filled with dirt. He pulls out a pinch, before rubbing it in his hands. “ Mortem finge ,” he says as he rubs his hands together over Iona’s unmoving form, and suddenly she goes very, very still.

“What did you do?”

Kharis looks tired, haunted. “I bought us an hour to try and figure this out. I can probably heal the stroke she’s currently having, but unless we figure out what’s causing it, it will happen again.”

Liv understands what he’s done now, the sort of death-like state he’s brought her to. She’s not breathing, her heart isn’t beating. She is held in a magical stasis long enough for them to try something . She’s just not sure what.

“Any ideas?” she asks, but she’s pretty sure she knows the answer.

Kharis shakes his head. “You?”

“Just one.” She’s already headed to the basin to scrub her hands clean. “I think we need to take a look at her blood.”

She hears Kharis’ curse, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he joins her at the basin, scrubbing his own hands clean. “Alright, but if her blood is weird like Alfran’s you don’t touch a damn thing.”

Liv appreciates his concern. It’s been a long time since it felt like anyone had worried over her. “Alright.”

Kharis hands her the scalpel, and Liv slices carefully into Iona’s arm. She keeps the cut shallow, something that can be easily healed, the blood pools in the wound, and Liv expects it to run down Iona’s arm, but there’s something wrong. She pulls the scalpel away and realizes that the blood is almost viscous. “Her blood is…thick…”

Kharis’ brow furrows. “That explains her symptoms…”

“But what could cause this?” As she speaks, the pooling of the blood seems to ease and a thin tendril reaches up out of the wound.

“Back away, Liv. Right now.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice. “What the fuck?”

“Stand back, I want to see what it does.” Kharis is watching the tendril intently. It rises slowly, then blooms into three more tendrils, like tiny little antennae. It reaches through the space, toward Kharis’ desk where a small jar of blood sits. It’s the blood they pulled from Alfran, and the blood inside the jar is pressed against the side nearest Iona as if the pieces are desperate to reach one another again.

“It knows itself…” Liv breathes. Her fear and terror are distant things because she cannot do anything but watch this unfold, wondering what happens when the two pieces finally reach each other.

She doesn’t get to find out because Kharis uses his mage hands to gather this blood in another bottle, and he heals the cut on Iona’s arm, erasing the evidence of what they’ve done.

“What does this mean?”

Kharis sets the new bottle of blood next to the last, inside them both, the blood presses up against the sides nearest each other, like two magnets. “It means it’s spreading, and I don’t know that there’s anything we can do.”

Liv stares down at the almost-dead woman on their workbench. “And Iona?”

Kharis looks genuinely sorry. “We should prepare her sons to say goodbye, and we’ll help them burn the body.”

“We need to tell someone about this.”

Kharis laughs, but it’s an empty thing. “Who, Liv? We’ve got two poor people dead and blood doing weird things. Should I take it to the Fist? The Watch? One the Dukes? Tell me, who will care?”

She can’t even tell him he’s wrong, but she’s afraid. “There has to be someone. This is beyond us.”

“Every time someone walks in those doors looking for more than simple healing and potions it’s beyond us, but we don’t turn them away. We give them hope if we can, and comfort if there’s nothing else we can do.”

But that can’t be all they can do. “What about the heroes? The ones who stopped the Netherbrain? Do think they could help?”

Kharis’ voice isn’t unkind, but it is firm. “Liv, I will go find a doctor in the morning and see what they think of this, but I don’t know that they’ll care.”

Because they don’t know anything. Not really. They have strange blood and one dead man and an almost dead woman, and they’re not important enough to warrant much concern. Liv would leverage her last name, whatever remained of her reputation if she believed it would help, but she can’t think of a single connection, a single link from her old life that might make any discernible difference.

“Alright.”

They help get Iona home, and do what they can to buy her some time so that she and her sons can say goodbye. She dies just before the sun rises on Baldur’s Gate. They burn the body as the day begins, and Liv wonders what it’s all for if this is all the help they can give.

***

The Blade and Stars is bustling tonight, and Astarion attempting to enjoy himself. It’s been years since he’s been in this establishment, but he’d always liked the energy here. He’s come to this tavern because he couldn’t think of a single other thing to do, and he couldn’t stand to be at Ramazith’s Tower another moment to have Gale look at him like he’s all that’s left of their adventure.

Gale knows perfectly well how to retrieve the crown, but he keeps making excuses not to. And as long as he keeps making excuses, he’ll continue to be here in Baldur’s Gate. Astarion is…fine with that. Some part of him keeps waiting for Tavren, Wyll, and Karlach to heroically appear from their adventure, full of stories and triumphs. But they haven’t, and Astarion must do something . So tonight, he’s here…drinking and entertaining the attentions of a human man who’s nearly as tall as Halsin.

He doesn’t know the man’s name and isn’t sure he wants to. They’ve been making meaningless small talk about the weather and rebuilding of the city. As they’ve been talking, the man’s arm has shifted so that it’s pressed against Astarion’s. His eyes are half-lidded, blurry with drink. “What do you do for a living?”

Astarion realizes he could lie, be anyone, be anything he wants to be for tonight, but that feels too much like who he used to be. He’s different now, so he tells the truth. “Nothing right now, I’m simply living at a wizard tower and generally overstaying my welcome everywhere I go.”

The man laughs. He’s got a nice smile even though his front two teeth overlap one another. He’s a carpenter, and there’s a stray woodshaving caught in his short, dark hair. Astarion could reach up and pluck it out, but he doesn’t.

“Can’t imagine someone like you ever being unwelcome anywhere.”

Then the man’s stupid, but Astarion doesn’t much care. He shifts on the barstool so that his knee bumps up against the man’s thigh. This is familiar territory, at least. “Oh darling, you have no idea the sort of chaos I can cause.”

“Maybe I’d like to you show me,” he says, his warm hand settling on Astarion’s thigh. He thinks he might want to want this. He hasn’t been with anyone since the nautiloid…since his doomed attempt to seduce a person who only ever had eyes for Karlach. He’s not even sure how he feels about this man’s clear desire…wonders if he should say yes if only to try and puzzle it out. But the thought makes him feel…nothing.

And suddenly whatever this is, this game he’s playing where he drinks and flirts isn’t fun anymore. He drains his glass of wine and then extricates himself from the bar. “Perhaps some other time.”

The man looks surprised at his rejection but shrugs it off. “See you around then.”

And there is a thrill in this, in saying no. In coming out to a place like this and leaving absolutely alone. It makes him feel alive; it makes him feel free . That it comes with disappointing random strangers is simply a fringe benefit.

On his way to the door, a man stumbles into him, and it’s only Astarion’s vampiric reflexes that save him from getting splashed with the man’s drink. “Ugh, you great oaf. Watch where in the hells you’re going.”

The man isn’t old, but his hair is thin and wispy. The lower half of his face is covered by a sparse goatee that doesn’t quite give him a chin. He laughs. “Mmm..sorry, wouldn’t want to ruin your fancy clothes.”

The man is so drunk he probably can’t even see straight, so the fight isn’t worth it. But Astarion takes comfort in knowing he could rip the man’s throat out. At the thought of blood, his gums ache, but the man’s blood smells…off. Rank. Not unlike that awful blood merchant they’d encountered at Moonrise. The man is already stumbling away and his friends are laughing and joking and the bar is loud, so Astarion keeps moving.

All that stands between him and the door is a pair of Flaming Fist, he tries to sidestep them, but their faces light up in recognition, and he internally curses Tavren’s weird obsession with befriending everyone in the city.

“Ay, you’re one of them heroes aren’t you? The ones who took out the brain? We saw you at the Elfsong that night with the High Harper and the Mad Rasheman!”

He plasters on a smile and waves his hand in a flourish as he greets them. “A fine evening to you.” Having the members of the Fist look at him as a hero has to have its uses, so despite the fact he wants nothing to do with these two, he’s willing to entertain a bit of conversation if it saves him future headaches.

“You’re just the sort of person we’ve been looking for.”

Astarion looks more closely at the two Fist. One is a half-orc and the other is a human. He’s pretty sure he could take them both at once, assuming no one else in the bar joins in. He’s not sure he wants to know exactly what they’re looking for from him.

“And what sort of person is that?” Astarion keeps the words light, but there’s an edge to them as if daring them forward.

The half-orc doesn’t seem to notice. “There’s a bounty contract Constable Davella is offering a good amount of gold for…guess there’s still some Bhaalists running around the Gate.”

“Bhaalists? Still?” He was pretty sure they’d shut all that left of the resurgence down when Tavren had killed Orin the Red.

The half-orc shrugs. “Apparently. The Constable wants them all stopped, can bring them in dead or alive. Thought you might want in seeing as you were involved in all mess with them before.”

“Dead or alive, you say?” Astarion asks, suddenly very interested. It’s been a while since he’s murdered someone, and he’s going to need to drink someone’s blood soon. So long as Davella doesn’t mind that the corpses are exsanguinated, this sounds like the best idea he’s had in a while.

“Davella should be at the barracks with details.”

Astarion smiles. “This was a surprisingly pleasant conversation. Do enjoy your evening.”

And he strides out into the moon-drenched streets, a goal in mind for the first time since the Netherbrain’s defeat.

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