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baldursgate3tempobsessed · 6 months

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Astarion Jealousy Part 2

The graphic extension to this but a lil less serious and definitely not sfw.

CW: Jealous spawn astarion who is still a sweetheart, but the drow twins get under his skin. graphic sex scenes, oral, relatively tame honestly. The sex part will be under the cut btw which is m/f. Also vampire man drinks blood. mentionable incorrect language for sex workers

It was odd, being home in Baldur’s Gate without the threat of Cazador always looming. Odd, but equally as wonderful. It had been so thoughtful, if not a little idiotic for Cazador to end up being your first stop in the city. The fight itself had been a blur, a barrage of intense emotions and bloody violence. Astarion had come so close to losing himself back there, losing everything that made him better than the man who almost ruined him. But then… you stopped him. You saw something more in him, a chance for a better life. A more meaningful life, away from the shackles of vampiric power obsessions.

He was officially free. Now he could exist without any fear of his disgusting master’s retribution. He could just… be. Well… not including his darling’s own myriad of enemies that seemed to follow them about everywhere. And there was still the matter of defeating the elder brain, and lord knows if any of you made it through that alive. But at least his personal demons were slain and out of the picture.

Every little step counted after all. Perhaps some of your delusional hopefulness had finally started to rub off on him, but Astarion was actually starting to look forward to his future. Your future, together. All he had to do was get through a few more perilous adventures and then he’d really have you all to himself.

All that said, Astarion could really go without the frequent visits to the local brothel. Was it the best place in the city for gathering information? Yes. It seemed that every walk of life in Baldur’s Gate found their way into Shar’s Caress and if you were going to find alternative passage to the underworld, this would be the best place to find it. But that didn’t mean he had to like it. For one there were the unwelcome advances to his own person, the concept of grace and personal space apparently left at the door. He was so very close to breaking the hand of the next person who thought it was appropriate to grab his ass. And if they could afford to get kicked out he would have by now. Your verbal, angry tirades in his defense could only scare off so many.

But as terrible as his own discomfort was, it was nothing in the face of how often you were being fawned over. What was it about you that seemed to drive everyone mad? Yes you were objectively attractive, but this was frankly getting out of hand. First there was the green skinned druid doing something sensual to your mind, then there were the general stares and whispers as you walked by, and now a pair of gorgeous drow twins trying and failing to proposition you.

It was getting tiresome. There were only so many times a man could take his lover being offered “free” services before he snapped.

On one hand, he could respect the dedication they had to the craft. He could be considered something of a hired whore himself in his time, the old, “the first one’s free” was a tried and true trick. And he also knew, vaguely, that no one was actually trying to steal you from him. But on the other, he couldn’t help the fact that he wanted to claw their eyes out for looking at you so brazenly.

He hadn’t expected the eyes of the woman to wander over to him, like she was just noticing the possessive arm he had wrapped around your waist, “Is that your partner with you? How would you both feel about having a little fun?”

Absolutely fucking not. Maybe the old Astarion would have smiled and nodded, ready to do whatever was asked of him. But the man from that wretched era had died, or at the very least was dying. And he would be damned if he let you lay with another, never less participate in it.

Astarion interrupted your overly-polite attempts stuttering of a refusal. He glared at them both, a sneer painted on his face, “We’ll be passing on that. You’d think the first no would have sufficed, but I suppose it’s not fair to expect everyone to have basic language comprehension. Now as illuminating as this conversation has been, we have places to be. Excuse us.”

Then he was pulling you away, happy to ignore the offended huffs of indignation he had left in his wake.

“We’re supposed to be investigating, remember?” You said with a giggle, not even questioning him as he dragged you to the second floor, “Being rude is not the way we’ll find travel to the hells.”

“I highly doubt they would have been of use,” Astarion said as he pushed you into the first empty room he could find. He felt off, maybe even a little crazed as he turned to you, “Tell me darling, what is it about you that makes you so irresistible, hm?”

He crowded you against the closed door, ducking his head into the crook of your neck to breath you in. You smelled heavenly, you always did. He could trace the barest whiff of your blood from beneath your skin, always calling to him. You were the sweetest thing he ever tasted. Delicious even, for more reasons than one.

“T-They just wanted my coin,” You gasped when he started to suck bruises into your skin, “That’s all.”

“I think they wanted a bit more than that,” Astarion bit out as he shoved his thigh between your legs, “What will it take for others to realize you’re mine.”

His hands were wandering, resting low to grip your hips. He was using them to move you, forcing you to grind against his thigh. You grasped at his shoulders, trying to bite back a moan as you stared at him with wide eyes, “You want to do it here? Does that door even lock?”

It looked like it didn’t, not that Astarion cared. Maybe walking in on him ravishing you would finally start getting the point across of who you belonged to. Astarion shrugged, "There are less appropriate venues than literal whore houses."

“But-”

“But I can tell you want it,” Astarion interrupted with a smirk, his hands barely working to move your body anymore. But that wasn’t stopping you from rubbing yourself all over him, “Just look at you darling. Desperate little thing. But if you really don’t want to…”

Astarion made a lazy attempt to step back, laughing out loud when your desperately pulled him back, your desire finally winning out over your common sense. But you were glaring at him, obviously annoyed that he was so good at riling you up. He had seen that look before, the one that just screamed that you were scheming something.

He just hadn’t expected you to drop to your knees in front of him, huffing as you started to undo the fastenings to his pants, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bit of a shit?”

“Maybe,” Astarion said with a strained laugh, his breath catching when you pulled his half-hard cock out, “But it seems to keep getting me the things I want.”

You rolled your eyes before licking a wide strip up his cock, like you weren’t directly proving his point. You looked amazing own there, you’re half-hearted glare morphing into a blissful haze.

Gods, how were you real? Astarion wasn’t quite sure why you were such a fan of getting him down your throat, but he knew that he was a lucky bastard for it.

“Sweet girl,” Astarion sighed, letting a hand drift down to tangle in your hair, “Sweet girl with a perfect mouth. And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

You made a small, affirmative noise around his cock, taking him in deeper as you clutched at his thighs. You were so good at this, so well-trained after months of being together. He loved the soft, wet sounds that would escape your lips as you swallowed him down, the pretty way your eyes would water as you encouraged him to fuck your throat, how you would squirm in place on your knees, no doubt ruining your panties with how wet you were getting.

And no one else would ever know. No one would get to see you like this again, feel you like this. Needy, desperate, and his. Oddly enough, that thought was what sent him over the edge. He came down your throat, groaning as you eagerly swallowed around him.

You pulled off of him slowly, panting while you smiled up at him. There was the smallest string of spit mixed with his come, connecting from the head of his cock to your lips. You licked it up, still clinging to his thighs as you hazily stared up at him. Sweet enough to make his heart skip a beat, and his dick give a valiant twitch.

He pulled you to your feet, not wasting any time in smashing your lips together. He spun you around, pushing you towards what he prayed was a clean bed.

He pushed you back onto the sheets, making quick work of tearing your pants down your legs as he grinned down at you, “Your turn.”

He kneeled in front of you; spreading his hands over your splayed thighs to peel off your underwear. The core of you was already glistening, slick enough to make Astarion’s mouth water. He licked his lips as he spread your legs further apart, shameless as he feasted on you with his eyes.

You were shaking in his hold, biting your bottom lip when you whined, “Stop staring already…”

“But you’re so pretty here my sweet,” Astarion cooed, tracing a single finger over the seam of your cunt, “And you’re dripping. Poor thing, have I kept you waiting too long?”

You nodded excitedly above him, your hips bucking when he let his fingers dip in further between your pussy lips. He lightly traced your clit, softly laughing at the way the simple touch made you whine.

It was his own fault that you were so needy, a fact that brought a smirk to his lips. You always got so wet after you had him down your throat, soaked and gorgeous.

Astarion dove right in, loudly moaning as he licked into your folds. He dragged his lips upward to suckle on your clit, basking in all the cries and whimpers escaping you.

He licked back down, teasing your hole with his tongue as your legs quivered around his head. He let the sharpness of his fangs scrape against you as he started to fuck you with his tongue, threatening your most intimate places.

He knew you liked that; little minx that you were. The slight risk of pain that was always looming. It made him want to sink his fangs in you for real, a hunger that he'd sate after he had you gushing into his mouth.

You were already close, he could tell from the way your cunt was tightening around his tongue; too worked up from the thrill of being in public and the taste of him still lingering on your tongue. Astarion trailed talented fingers up to rub against your clit, his tongue still curling inside of you as you cried out. Finally falling over the edge. But that wasn't stopping him from continuing to play with you.

You had to tug on Astarion’s hair for him to finally pull away, too over sensitive to handle his talented tongue. You were still trembling by the time he leaned back, licking his lips. He rested his head on your thigh, obviously pleased with himself as he grinned up at you. He could feel your heart racing against his cheek, the sound of your blood pumping singing through your veins. It had his mouth watering for a completely different reason.

He let his fangs drag against the delicate skin of your inner thigh, looking up at you through his lashes, "Can I?"

A superfluous question. Not when he already knew the answer before it escaped your lips.

“Y-yeah," You mumbled, lovingly gazing down at him. He would never tire of seeing that look on your face, "But be gentle? Please?”

"Of course my love," Astarion murmured, before promptly sinking his fangs into your flesh. He had to hold you down from the way you were still trembling, your quivering only getting worse at the pleasure mixed with pain. He didn’t let himself go rabid, just enough to get a taste. He was pulling back too soon, smiling to himself at the little whine you let out. He gently licked over the wound before standing, not yet swallowing the last drops on his tongue.

Instead he leaned forward to kiss you, more than happy to share the sweet taste of your blood as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

“Thank you my dear,” Astarion sighed as he pulled away, “That was exactly what I needed. Now I think that’s enough investigating for one day.”

You sighed, taking the time to card your fingers through his hair, “Agreed. Though you might have to carry me out of here now.”

Wasn’t that a wonderful idea?

Astarion hummed as he pulled your clothing back on, “I think I like the sound of that," He didn't give you time to respond, too busy sweeping you up in his arms with a grin, "I'll be taking you up on that."

You squeaked when he hefted you up, bridal style, “I wasn’t being serious!”

But it was too late, Astarion was already kicking the door open. He shrugged at you, completely shameless as he winked at a few onlookers, "Then you shouldn't have suggested it."

You groaned, hiding your face in his shirt as he happily took you outside, “I’m going to get you back for this. I hope you know that.”

Astarion laughed as he kissed the top of your head, “I’m sure you will.”

It was a childish stunt, borderline on par with a jealous tantrum, but gods, did it feel good. Good enough to sate Astarion's obsessive tendencies for an impressive amount of time. Under normal circumstances.

But what about your lives were normal?

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #you'll pry my long posts out of my cold dead hands #long fic #spoilers #and thats how later astarion found himself on stage with a killer clown #whoops #still fluffy i'd say #I got a soft (in comparison to cough alternatives) jealousy trilogy in mind so one more dirty part. Also #side note #in reality everyone in your party is attractive and probably gets flirted with an equal amount at the caress #but I love the idea of astarion being hyper focused on you.

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 17 days

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Cats & Mouse (Mouse series) - Max Verstappen

First mouse request ever from @iamapersonwholikesunicorns - Idea for mouse fic. I have a feeling animals would be attracted to her and like sitting beside her asking for strokes. So maybe a fic of max and her on a street in monaco (or a trip to Greece) where he leaves her for a moment and then returns to her surrounded by cats XD

Btw, I am OBSESSED with this idea. I will say I'm not sure there's a lot of cats in Monaco(?) but I know there is famously loads in Greece so we're running with that for the first part. It is kind of short but this was a super cute idea.

Max doesn't allow himself a lot of breaks very often. But sometimes he does just want to get away with y/n. So he let her plan out a trip of her choice, promising they could go anywhere.

"It's so pretty here." Y/n whispers as they lie in the sun.

The villa they have for a few days is outlooking the ocean and y/n is absolutely lovestruck by it.

Unlike most people who go away on a trip. Y/n's shy nature means she's more compelled to choose a really nice place to stay so that she doesn't have to leave that place. She goes on holidays to relax and just lie down in different locations in the sun.

Walking around for hours and tourist attractions are too tiring and she'll just mute herself around so many strangers. Something Max would rather avoid since he loves her voice, but equally he quite enjoys being away from people too.

"I'm just going to grab the food."

Max has actually brought his assistant out here with him, giving them their own holiday so long as they make sure there's food for the couple to last them through the day, then he's good to go out and enjoy Greece. So far that had all gone according to plan.

Max smiles leaning down and kissing y/n before he moves inside.

This really is peaceful. Both him and y/n are feeling blissful in their little bubble away from anything and everything.

Max sighs as he digs around the food then lifting his head as he hears a meow followed by a couple more meows.

He grabs a couple salad for himself and some fruit bowl for y/n but as soon as he steps out he finds y/n grinning at her boyfriend.

"How do you manage this?" Max laughs earning a small shrug. "Trust cats to be drawn to the one woman who is nicknamed Mouse."

"You're just jealous." Y/n giggles as he sits down behind her and strokes a ginger and white cat. "Do you think we could just kidnap one?"

"I don't think so." Max laughs whiles she pouts a little. "We have cats."

"That's true...Jimmy and Sassy already go feral without another cat to fuel it." Y/n hums then frowning when one of the cats jumps down. "You brought food?"

"Yeah, I thought the fruit looked good but there is some other stuff if you want?"

"Mmm...No. Fruit is perfect." Y/n smiles as he reaches over handing her the bowl of fruit with a fork.

The two sit with the cats moving around them, being petted by y/n and Max both before the cat that had jumped down and trotted away reappears bringing her kitten. Presumably one of more and y/n gasps as the tiny little meowing kitten is plopped down before she rushes off.

"How do you gain that sort of trust. It's not fair, mouse." Max frowns earning a grin and shrug.

They seem to spend the next half an hour being delivered kittens before the cat settles down with them, allowing y/n to pretend to be a grandmother. She even ends up deciding to donate some of their food to the cats. Which even Max has to admit will be a mistake on behalf of whoever stays here after them. They'll probably find themselves cornered by hungry cats.

Imola isn't always the best place to drive for easy track conditions. It's wet at the moment, not flooded but wet.

Y/n is hiding out in the unit post-FP2 just watching the rain and people rush to try and avoid it.

There's suddenly a movement that makes y/n frown and shift leaning forward to look at the door.

"Oh my gosh." Y/n gasps moving to the door to properly trigger the automatic doors and watch the cat plod in and practically howl at her then brush up against her, coating her legs with any loose sticky fur.

Y/n doesn't even stop to think before picking up the soaked cat, uncaring of the fact she was entirely dry.

The cats meows earn attention as she tries to get to Max's driver's room and before she's got to the room. Max included.

"Mouse?" Max laughs while she grimaces, almost gritting her teeth at the fact she's the centre of attention. "Are you kidnapping the Imola cat?"

Maybe he expected too much for her to utter a word with so many eyes locked on her.

"Alright, come on. I won't be long guys." Max nods gesturing for her to go ahead while she swallows thickly before Max guides her off to his room. "Mouse, did you kidnap the Imola cat?"

"No. She was-" Y/n cuts herself short when Rupert appears making Max sigh.

"Sorry, can you grab some more towels? I think Mouse intends to steal mine." Max smiles as y/n places Formulino on the floor and he hands her a towel for the striped cat.

She bundles Formulino into the towel and immediately seems to earn an appreciative muffled meow followed by some loud purring.

"I don't know how you manage it, mouse." Max laughs shaking his head.

"I was just watching the rain and people moving around then I heard her outside...and then she came rushing in when I got the doors to open." Y/n mumbles while gently rubbing the cat with the towel. "It's not like I ran out and grabbed her."

"No. Animals come to you, not the other way around." Max smiles moving to kiss her. "But people might actually come looking for her. Maybe we should find out who she actually belongs to since you...catnapped her."

"Max..."

"Mouse kidnaps the Imola cat." Max laughs to himself, clearly finding himself hilarious. "You'll need to change out those wet clothes too, mouse. You've managed to soak yourself with carrying her around."

"She sounded so sad." Y/n mumbles earning another small laugh from the driver.

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short-honey-badger · 6 months

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Better this Way

This one was just for fun. I've been on a roll lately so I hope everyone has been enjoying my works! Again, feel free to ask me anything. I love prompts!

This is preLuffy btw so Shanks had both arms.

Warnings: Just some more smut. drinking too. Shanks falls hard and fast.

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Your vision swam, but you weren't about to let that stop you from making it to the privy. You had to piss something awful after having another round of shots with the attractive redhead in the corner of the bar. Shanks, you would learn later, had shouted at you from his seat after watching you down drink after drink with no intention of stopping. You looked lonely, so he quickly decided that he should be the one to keep such a pretty lass company.

The Pirate had been pleasantly surprised when a grin let up your face and his breath was knocked away in that moment. You looked radiant, with flushed cheeks and shining eyes as you sauntered to his table. He gulped and sat up straighter in his seat, and his stomach did flip flops when you sat down across from him and he could really see how your smile truly reached your eyes, the way your nose scrunched playfully at him and asked What're we havin'. Shanks was drawn in by your sunshine attitude and it made him feel warm inside just being near you. He had never felt this way before, and he vaguely wondered if there was something wrong with him.

"Anything that'll get you to stay here with me," Shanks had said and his grin had been dopey. Like a kid finding out his first crush.

You had laughed and shouted for shots be be brought for both of them, and from there, conversation flowed as easily as water. You learned that he was a powerful pirate captain with an equally strong crew. He loved his crew and always fought for what he thought was right in the world. The more he spoke, the more you enjoyed his ideas of true freedom and being out at sea. It was refreshing to find someone so passionate about his ideals.

You told him that you were more of a drifter, content to go wherever the wind took you. You didn't like the idea of being tied down to some island so had stolen away on a ship when you were younger and hadn't looked back since. Shanks had asked if you wanted to join his crew, if only for being such a nice drinking partner, and you were careful to always change the subject back to more natural topics without answering.

Now, hours later, You finally found yourself in the bathroom. You quickly do your business and then go to wash up. You sigh when the warm water rushes over your hands, and find yourself closing your eyes for just a second to enjoy it. You don't hear the bathroom door open and then shut with a soft click, but you certainly feel the pair of muscular arms that wrap around your waist.

"Shit!" you exclaim and jump, scared for a split second before you recognize the now familiar straw hat that Shanks wore, "You scared the hell outta me. What are you doing in here?"

Shanks hums and proceeds to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. He was well and truly drunk now and it had felt like you were taking forever in the bathroom. Without thinking, he had risen from his chair and had gone to find his perfect girl. And how could you not be in his eyes? You laughed at his shitty jokes and understood his odd sense of humor. He felt his heart stutter and skip every time you sent him even the smallest look. Shanks knows that you are the one for him. No one else had ever made him stutter and blush like some fool before.

"Coun't wait for ya out there," Shanks slurs against your skin, and his arms tighten around your waist, "Felt like you were gone forever," he noses at your neck and grins at the way you shiver at his touch. Oh, he liked that.

You giggle at his whiney tone and lean back into his chest. He was like a personal furnace, "It's naughty to sneak into the women's bathroom, ya know," You admonish with a teasing grin, but Shanks just shrugs his lean shoulders and tightens his grip on you.

"Then let's get outta here. Just you and me," The captain urges. You turn in his arms to look up at him and admire how relaxed and carefree this man is. Sure the two of you had done some heavy flirting through the night, but this wasn't something you had thought would come up. Now that either of you would complain.

"Let's go then. I've got a place at the hotel down the road," You agree and Shanks lights up like a kid on his birthday. He is kissing you before you blink, lips hungry for your own at his groans into the kiss. From there, it becomes a drunken stumble out of the bar and to the hotel down the street. The Red-Haired Pirates see their captain leave and let loose a couple of drunken catcalls to his delight before the two of you slip out the exit.

Shanks has you pinned to the bed the second that the door is locked. He needs to keep kissing you or it feels like his chest would combust. He needed to feel you, all of you, open for him. You gladly surrender to his onslaught, moaning with reckless abandon when the pirate's tongue fills your mouth just right. He pulls away with a stuttered moan of your name, and when you catch sight of his face, the man is frantic with need.

"Lemme suck your cock, Captain," You demand and Shanks makes a broken sound in the back of his throat. He grabs the waistband of his pants and shoves them down and off with ease before rolling to his back. You settle between his legs, licking your lips as you admire the length in front of you. Shanks was not a small man whatsoever. You actually wondered how much of his dick you were going to be able to fit in your mouth.

"Not scared are ya, Baby?' Shanks teases and grips his cock. The head is red and swollen and he nudges it against your soft lips, "You were the one who wanted to suck my cock."

Your cheeks burn at the insinuation that you couldn't take him. You show him how wrong he is by opening your mouth and taking him almost all the way down. You breathe harshly through your nose and clench your eyes against the sudden burn in your throat.

"Fuck!" Shanks snarls and bucks his hips. You gag around him but refuse to move away. You take a second to adjust and then bob your head, swallowing him down with a whine. Precum and drool leak from your lips and the blowjob turns fast and sloppy. Neither of you are sober or patient enough to take your time right now. However, if Shanks has it his way, he'll have all the time in the world to worship you.

The pirate shoves you off his dick just before he comes, gripping the base of his dick tightly to prevent himself from actually erupting like a preteen. You drop beside him with a content sigh and Shanks follows once he has himself under control.

"My turn," He says, and then his mouth is exactly where you want him. He licks your end to end, tongue flattening over your cunt to gather up your slick and lap it into his mouth. Were you really that wet from just sucking him off? The thought had his moaning against your pussy and drinking straight from the source, lips smacking in obscene noises as he positions two fingers at your entrance.

Shanks shoves them knuckle deep at the same time he sucks your clit into his mouth. He pistons his hand, fingers scissoring to get you to loosen up for him. His tongue flicks your clit just right and your hands find his hair, gripping the strands tightly as you rut against his face. The captain pets your twitching walls through your first orgasm of the night and then pulls away. He makes a show of licking his lips as he grins down at you, "Could have eaten you for hours if I didn't want my cock in you so bad, Baby."

You twitch your hips up, hissing when the head of his dick catches on your clit, "What are ya waiting for then?" You ask and Shanks falls to leave a lingering kiss on your lips with a chuckle.

"Impatient, girl," He rumbles and then kisses you again. His lips muffle the whine you make when he suddenly sinks into you, stretching your cunt far more than his two fingers had. Shanks gives you half a second before his own impatience runs thin and he begins to thrust.

Your breath is knocked out of your lungs and you are left to hold on to the redhead's shoulders for dear life as he fucks you. There was no other word to use with how Shanks grips your hips and tilts them just right to have him rutting against your sweet spot. He ruts into you like it is the last day in this world, and you know then that you will never forget this man for however long you live.

"Feel so good around me, Sweetheart," He pants out and rises so that he can watch you wither on his cock. One hand stays at your hip while the other smooths your hair away from your face, "So lucky to have found you," he continues and grits his teeth when you tighten around him. His hips stutter and he loses his rhythm for a second, "Gonna come soon."

"On my knees," You whine when his pace begins to falter again. You didn't want this to stop yet.

Shanks reluctantly pulls out of you and you roll to your knees. Your face is buried in the sheets and Shanks grins at the view he has of your leaking cunt and jiggling ass, "This is nice too," he comments and then enters you with a sigh, sinking in even more in this position. He drapes over your back, pushing your hair aside so that he can pepper the sensitive skin of your back and neck with kisses and love bites. He desperately wants to sink his teeth in and never let go.

You push your hips back to meet his thrust, needing more of him. He massages your hips as he fucks you from the back, "That's it, Baby. Just a little more," He pants out and then slips an arm under your leg. His fingers find your clit and you keen in pleasure at the unexpected touch, "Come on, Cream on my cock," The way he says your name has you coming with a cry and Shanks follows right after.

He pulls out and paints your back with his spend. The hand on your hip grips to the point of pain, but you don't mind. Carefully, you lower your legs and hips to the bed, wincing a bit at the soreness there.

Shanks doesn't go far, simply finding the edge of the sheet and cleaning the two of you up with messy strokes. Both of you are still sticky when he falls to the bed beside you, but neither could care. He curls close, throwing an arm around your waist and tugging you close to snuggle against his chest, "What you again later, "He slurs lowly and you giggle and nod, already half asleep in his hold.

The pirate would wake you twice more than night, whispering sweet nothing as he took you again, slow and sleepy. However, it would be you who woke first in the morning.

Thankfully, Shanks still snoozed away and you took this time to memorize his beautiful face. This man could probably give you everything you could ever want, but you just couldn't tie yourself that close to someone. You were a drifter, just like you had told him at the bar, but guilt still ate at you as you slowly shimmied out of bed and dressed. You tear a blank page from your handy dandy notebook and write a quick note that is left on the nightstand along with the key to your room. You take one last look at his sleeping form as you grip the handle before turning away for the last time. This was for the best, after all.

The sun would be high in the sky and you would be long gone by the time Shanks woke up. He blindly reached for you and frowned when his hand met the cold bed. His eyes crack open and Shanks quickly sits up when he realizes that he is all alone. His chest aches at the knowledge that you left without even waking him and he falls off the bed to rip the room apart as if that would make you reappear.

He spots the note and key as she blankets settle and dives for it, clenching it tight in his fist as he reads it.

Shanks, I'm sorry for leaving without a goodbye. It's better this way. If the seas are kind, then maybe we will meet again.

It is signed with your name and even a tiny broken heart that you had doodled last second. Shanks sits heavily on the bed, head bowed as he thinks. Soon enough, he stands and dresses swiftly. Your note gets tucked into the lining of his hat for safekeeping as he runs for the ship. Like hell would he wait for seas to bring you back to him? You couldn't have gotten very far in a couple of hours, so if he hurried, Shanks could find you himself.

#fanfic #one piece #reader insert #smut #red haired shanks #shanks #shanks x reader #shanks x y/n #shanks x you

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babeeangel · 2 months

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Your hand holding hcs are so cute!!! :3 if you do a part 3, would you consider doing chigiri, kunigami, and reo?

blue lock - how you hold their hands (pt 3)

Hello lovely ! extremely late, but here it is, the part 3 ! hope u like ittt <3 feel free to request more !

Different ways you hold the bllk’s boys’ hands.

Hyoma Chigiri, Rensuke Kunigami, Mikage Reo

Short Headcanons ! gender neutral :-)

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Chigiri: with a loose grip

it's not out of laziness

nor shame

it's just logical: you guys are always holding hands, so at some point it's gonna be more casual

thought at first you was the one engaging in hand holding cause he was shy about it, especially in public TT

he eventually gave in and now you just do it constantly

he loves it btw, obviously

so whether its walking to the convenience store, trying to get by a crowd or shopping, it's always you on the left, and him on the right

like you have tacit designated spots

same thing it's just out of habit, nun special

chigiri is the type of boy to go for your hand first as much as you do, as in both of you do it equally as much

your relationship as a whole is very balanced, so it shows in these kind of actions

his grips will tighten at some points tho, when you need reassurance, when he tells you goodbye, or just randomly

kinda to say ‘i love you, by the way’

He also does it when he's scared…

(in roller coasters he insists on holding hands and is totally open as to why sksksksks; he's scared asf)

Anyways, holding him feels comforting !

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Reo: with a tight grip

oooh this man is sooo proud of having you

he loves saying ‘you’re mine’, as if the opposite wasn't true

he soooo yours

he's so dedicated to you

this shows in how he holds your hand:

he's always the one going for it

to be fair, you always think about doing it, he just systematically does it faster

and when he holds you, it's with a really tight grip

now, THIS MAN KNOWS ABOUT THE SIDEWALK RULE ⚠️

be assured that he always applies it

unconsciously too

he just wants to protect you uh

nah he's a true gentleman

if you're walking through crowds, he'll hold you even tighter and fray the way into to people, doing all the work for you so you have it easy

Is hand is bigger than yours, ticker too

so if you wanted to escape his grasp, you'd prolly struggle

he holds you tight but his hand is very soft

so it feels so reassuring.

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Kunigami: his arm resting on your shoulders, holding your hand

look idk how to explain this but i’ll try:

he wraps his right arm around your neck, and holds your right hand with his right hand

(i hope it makes sense)

essentially giving you this sense of protection and presence hehe

first of all you're happy to know that he's not shy about holding you

and also its so wholesome from him

like how'd he even think of that ?

he did it randomly once day and without a word, it become a habit

in your clingy days, you even sandwich is right hand with your left

it's not the most practical way to walk but it ensures you won't be separated hehe

he never ask before doing it, he just goes for it

he's also the one to decide when you let go

also funny thing, you started to notice he would initiate it if he saw someone stare at you for too long hdjdhwhe

possessive boy

(you are very attractive to be fair).

A\N: trying to stay motivated aaa

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fantastic-nonsense · 3 months

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Wasn’t it Alfred who’d made Damian Robin in Battle for the Cowl? Dick must have agreed after the fact, but Alfred was the one who set it in motion.

Nominally yes, in the sense that Alfred is the person who first put the cape in Damian's hands:

"You can't keep me here." "I'll do no such thing. But understand that you've been injured. Severely so." ......."What the hell are you pulling here, Al?" "It's time to earn your keep. If you're up for it." "So long as I'm not wasting any more time in here, whatever." -Battle for the Cowl #3

However, the reality is "not really." Three things to note about this:

One: no one in the story who actually knows what Damian's gotten up to while Dick was tracking down Tim and fighting Jason actually treats Damian as Robin. For the purposes of the narrative and everyone in it, Tim is still Robin, as Squire points out:

"I'm sure Nightwing could use a hand finding Robin. This way, then." -Battle for the Cowl #3

We don't really see anyone else's reaction to Damian wearing the cape in BftC. Even when Damian saves Tim while wearing the symbol, Tim has no actual reaction besides a single exclamation of Damian's name, and he seems more bewildered that Damian is there at all than he is about Damian wearing the Robin tunic. But the people we do see? Don't treat him as Robin. They treat him as an ally who happens to be wearing the Robin tunic for convenience.

Two: within the bounds of BftC, Damian is explicitly framed as being "Dick's responsibility" with Bruce gone. After Jason shoots Damian, Dick has the same conversation with Alfred that Bruce often did whenever one of his Robins was hurt, framed in a way that made it obvious where things were heading:

"Damian...this child...I could have gotten him killed tonight. I have a responsibility to him now. I let him down, Alfred." "Bruce also said the same of you...and Master Timothy, many times over the years." "And of Jason Todd." "Him as well." -Battle for the Cowl #2

Dick has already implicitly accepted Damian as his Robin at this point. And though Dick and Tim have not explicitly discussed it (as we see via their argument in Red Robin #1), it was also fairly clear that Tim would not be Dick's Robin based on how Dick thought of Tim by that point (as his brother, as his equal, as someone who should not be taking orders from him full-time). Tim had already spent time as the Robin to Dick's Batman back in Prodigal, and both boys had come a long way since then. Once Dick decided to take up the cowl at the end of BftC #2, it was inevitable that Damian would be his Robin rather than Tim (for a whole host of reasons I won't get into here). Alfred just hastened that inevitability.

Three: simply wearing the cape does not make you Robin. You are Robin if and only if two things happen: you have been explicitly accepted by Batman as his partner and Dick Grayson has given his blessing. You are a potential Robin. You are an ally wearing a Robin costume. But you are not Robin until those things happen.

Tim was not Robin in A Lonely Place of Dying even though he stole the costume with Alfred's help to save Bruce and Dick. Tim did not become Robin until after both Bruce and Dick had accepted him as such and he went through a training period (he was known as "Little Bat" until then, btw). The same is true of Damian, who wore the Robin tunic at least three times prior to actually becoming Robin (Bruce briefly took him out while wearing it in Batman and Son and he famously wore it during the events of Resurrection of Ra's al Ghul); he was no more Robin then than he was in BtfC.

The costume isn't what makes you Robin. Batman saying you're Robin and Dick giving the blessing of his parents' legacy to you makes you Robin (which. I will freely admit that's a loaded, complicated topic given the history of how the Robin mantle has been passed down over the years. but it generally holds true). Damian properly becoming Robin after BftC was clearly Dick's choice; Alfred can't "make" anyone Robin if Batman doesn't agree.

The core conceptual problem with Battle for the Cowl (well. there's about 5000 problems with BtfC. but you know what I mean) is that it tries to deal with about fifty different things at once, most of which all ordinarily would have gotten their own dedicated space across multiple books or tie-in comics to deal with. Instead, all of these things are smushed into a single massive threeshot event comic with awful characterization and a near-incomprehensible chain of events. In a perfect world, we would have gotten the same kind of build-up and transition between Tim and Damian that we did in the 90s when Tim became Robin after Jason's death. Unfortunately that's not what we got, so we're left to fill in the gaps ourselves.

But textually, Alfred did not make Damian Robin. Alfred handed an ally to the cause a Robin tunic during a crisis specifically for the purpose of rescuing Robin. After that crisis was over, Batman chose to make that same ally his Robin for reasons entirely unrelated to his wearing the symbol during that specific crisis. Dick chose Damian to be his Robin, and that choice should not be looked over just because removing it conveniently lifts some of the hurt feelings and messiness of that transition off of Dick's shoulders.

Dick handled his own legacy, as he should have. And while he did not handle it with as much communication and grace as he should have or probably would have liked to, it was his mantle and legacy to handle at the end of the day. For once, he had complete agency over choosing a successor to his heroing legacy (and his parents' legacy), not Bruce or Alfred or anyone who self-appointed themselves as a successor, and we should acknowledge and respect that.

He didn't pick Damian because Alfred unilaterally gave him a battlefield promotion; he picked Damian because he thought Tim was grown and independent enough to thrive without taking his orders every day and believed Damian needed his direct oversight and the growth opportunity being Robin would provide more than Tim did. Allow Dick the dignity of his choices instead of acting like he had no input or say in the matter of who his Robin was going to be.

#sidenote for my own peace of mind I just pretend that Dick gave Steph his blessing off-panel #everyone else got his on-panel blessing at some point except her so I just. fill in the gaps for her.#dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #damian wayne #tim drake #dick grayson meta #damian wayne meta #tim drake meta #(sort of)#long post #asks #queue

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cartoonsbyandie · 3 days

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Have you done Shinichi for charecter bingo before? Love your art btw!! <3

I don't think so actually!

Oh Mr. One Truth Prevails himself... People have written so many metas on this guy, what can I say that a hundred others haven't said better. I think everyone in the DetCo fandom has a different Shinichi in their hearts, based on what aspects of his character you fixate on/what you add/what's most important to you. Which I guess is true for all characters ever, but it feels especially true for Shinichi.

My slant for Shinichi tends to be as a foil to Kogoro, the two of them making each other's lives better by being a part of them and having far more common ground than not. I like Shinichi best when he sees that the people around him both want to and are able to help him, that he doesn't have to solve everything on his own. That maybe sometimes he needs and wants that support, whether it's literal or emotional. I like Shinichi when he gets to be silly and have fun, when he gets to be his genuine self even while he's stuck as Conan, but also when the countless traumas he's endured are actually taken serious. This kid's parents abandoned him at thirteen, he's been shot and stabbed and drugged and poisoned and nearly killed dozens of times. He was forced to hide in a coin locker and hyperventilated until he passed out. Antidote or not, he will never be the same, and he wasn't starting from a great place to begin with.

On a lighter note Shinichi is like the only character in any fandom I've ever been in who has like a dozen different ships and they all feel equally valid, he's gotta be one of the most shipable character of all time

#shinichi kudo #kudo shinichi #HEY I'M JIMMY #jimmy kudo #dcmk #detective conan

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spicyicymeloncat · 7 months

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Look Kai’s angst to me isn’t “he had to raise his sister bc his parents went missing”.

To me, Kai’s angst is: without his parents he felt unsupported and he “lost his way” to quote the show. Feeling resentful and internalising their disappearance as some act of spite against him, which is why he feels the need to prove himself (trying to be a better blacksmith than his dad in the pilots, wanting to be the green ninja), and boost his ego; he’s coping with the abandonment.

However this is very self focused meaning he doesn’t spend the amount care people think he does towards Nya. He doesn’t fucking raise her. And btw I’m not saying he neglects her bc I don’t think you can neglect someone if you don’t have to fulfil that duty in the first place. She’s not a little baby in need of fatherly love from her brother who is like 2 years older than her. And yeah I think Kai probably should’ve paid more attention to her a little bit but that’s it. And the fact that he didn’t is interesting for both of them.

It’s like people ignore Nya’s constant theming of being independent and being left out. She always feels that she’s falling behind in s1, which is why she eventually decides to do her own thing. Her own true potential is about trying to be perfect because she’s got her own high standards due to feeling like she’s not good enough because she was abandoned and then afterwards she was only seen as “the girl ninja”.

Also every time Kai and Nya talk about their relationship in their childhood they always mention how they were equals in raising eachother and that Nya was independent and that Nya helped and supported Kai.

#ninjago #ninjago analysis #I’ll never not #i won’t tag characters bc Ik this is maybe still a hot take

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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Being jealous of their child

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Nikolai, Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Ranpo X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humour, Comfort

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Shitty parenting (like, for real), bsd men/reader being childish af

Word Count: 2.7K

A/n: As you know I'm a sucker for fluffy romantic shit so-

Btw C/N stands for Child's Name

They're the one who gets jealous

↳Nikolai

From the moment you announced your pregnancy to him, Nikolai knew his life was about to turn into a horrifying nightmare. How the baby was going to have his share of attention from you, how your love was going to be divided between him and the baby; it was definitely an unpleasant event.

But things got a little better when the baby was born.

When the small, whiney creature was placed into his arms, he immediately stopped crying and his tiny lips curled up into a open mouth smile, making his teethless gums visible; like he could recognize his father's aura. Nikolai pouted at the sight.

That stupid baby.

That stupid adorable baby.

His baby.

Suddenly things weren't that bad anymore, because his mind started wandering around the imagination of him and his son, running away from angry Sigma as they held each others hand and giggled. They could annoy Dos-kun together, they could play pranks on people and laugh at their stupid faces when they realized what was happening. His son looked just like him, and no one could resist those big glassy golden eyes of his.

He could teach his little Dove how to fly, alongside him.

At that moment Nikolai suddenly felt butterflies flying in his stomach, but he forget an important point;

that his son took after him and he, was a jerk.

"Mommyyyyyyy! Dad ate all the cookies again!"

The words of your son made you look up to your husband who was sitting on the couch watching TV, and raise your voice a bit.

"Nikolai! Again? How many times have I told you not to eat the cookies I bake for C/N?"

Nikolai stared at your sons innocent face for a while, before looking back to you and pout. "Why not?" "Because you eat them all at once and I have to get my ass kicked making them again!"

C/N stood behind you as he gazed at his father. He always looked so innocent, so pure, so angelic; but not with that evil smile on his face; The evil smile that you've never seen, because he doesn't plan on showing you.

The little beast was watching him closely to rat him out.

Nikolai slowly sank into the couch as an idea popped into his mind. If that little beast could play dirty, then why wouldn't he show him a little bit of what he's actually capable of?"

"It's just that... You know what? Never mind" "What? What is it?"

You stared at your husband who was fighting back a smile with curiosity, taking a few steps to approach him.

"What is it baby? You know you can tell me anything" You said while sitting next to him, tucking his hair behind his ear. Nikolai sighed at your motion, and tried to avoid your gaze as he started talking.

"It's just that... I've been feeling a little left out lately, and... Ever since C/N was born... You haven't given me any attention. It just feels like... that... you don't love me anymore" "What? That's not true, baby! I love you both equally!" "Oh really? Then how come you never bake any cookies for me? They were used to be all mine! And what happened to our date nights? Hm? All gone when the baby came into our lives!"

You slowly became sad at his words. He was right. Things changed so much since your baby was born, and they weren't all good changes. Maybe you were focusing on your son a bit too much, to the point that you forgot about the love of your life. How unforgivable.

"Kolya... I'm so sorry... I guess I didn't realize how hard things must have been on you... But I promise I make up for it! I love you more than anything in the world after all. I-"

"More than him?" Nikolai looked directly into your eyes that got widened from his question. "What?" "I said, do you love me more than C/N or not?" "I... Well I can't choose-" "Yes or No, Y/N?"

You paused for a few second, before taking a glance at your son from the corner of your eyes and getting closer to your partner, Whispering in a really quiet tone. "Yes... Of course I love you more than him. You're my other half, after all"

He knew you didn't mean it. He found out about it the day you refused to have an abortion and decided to keep the baby, but this was enough for him; enough to teach his brat of a son a lesson.

"Good" Nikolai smiled as he used to do back when you first met, and opened his arms for you. "Now, a hug would be a good start to make up, hmm?"

"Sure, baby; sure" You slowly leaned to his embrace, missing the sight of him taking his tongue out and show the middle finger to your son, who was raising his fists to threaten him that he'll get back at him for this.

↳Dazai

"I want to marry you when I grow up, mom!"

C/N slowly hugged you and placed a small kiss on your belly, since it was the only place his lips could reach without help. You chuckled while running your fingers through his hair, smiling at your son which was literally the smallest version of your dearest husband.

"But baby! What are we going to do about your father then? Daddy will be sad if you take his wifey away from him. Don't you love your daddy?"

C/N's face turned sad a bit as he thought about his father being away from you. The little one was aware of how deeply his dad was in love with his mom, how he always wrapped his arms around her, trapping her in a long hug the minute he got home. Dad was crazy about mom, always had to be touching her in some way, always kissed her forehead gently before staring at her with his love struck eyes... it was the reason why he wanted to marry his mom after all;

His cute little mind was expecting a life like this in the future, marrying someone he was head over heals for and form a happy family with her.

"I... I love daddy but... I love you more! Besides, daddy can come to our wedding if he wants to!"

"Oh really?!"

the sudden appearance of your husband made you both draw back in shock, and turn to the door just to see him peeking through the door with a not exactly delighted expression.

"D-Dad? How long how you been standing there?"

"Long enough to witness this brutal act of betrayal!" He said dramatically as he always did, slowly walking toward you to place his hand on your waist. You rolled your eyes at him and subconsciously sank into his warmth more, making him smile a bit harder.

"Now now, C/N; Do you think you have a chance with my Belladonna?"

The boy looked over how your figure was sticking to Dazai's as if he was your savior, and a small sulk appeared on his face. "Why not? I'm more handsome than you are!"

"HUH!"

Dazai gave him a challenging gaze while he tightened his grip on your waist, smirking at his kid knowing he was going to end up crying in his bedroom.

"Then let me make it clear for you"

His confident tune made you shoot him a suspicious glance and protest to him arguing with his own child, but your voice was immediately cut off by your own shock from being lifted up into the air.

"OSAMU WHAT ARE YOU-"

"This is my Belladonna! You see her? She's my wife! My one and only love in this cruel world! I'll do anything for her! I'll protect her from anything! And I'll never let anything come between me and her! Not even you, you little brat!"

It was a matter of time before your sons shocked face burst out into gloom "Waaaaaaa daddy is so mean I hate you!"

He covered his face with his tiny hands while running off to his bedroom, slamming the door behind himself as his sobbing became louder.

You raised your eyebrows at your stupidly handsome husband.

"Happy now?"

Not that he needed to say anything though; the answer was written all over his gorgeous face. "Oh Yeah, Definitely"

↳Ranpo

Your red nails looked so majestic running around in those dark brown hair like that, slowly massaging the skin as you smiled down at, well, someone who was not him.

Ranpo sulked as his sharp gaze targeted you and C/N, who had his head laid on your lap while listening to your easy riddles that he could answer in a blink of an eye.

"So, another one. There are two doors. Behind one of them is a lion who hasn't eaten anything in two weeks, and behind the other one is a lab full of poisonous gas. If you had to open one, which would be your choice?"

"If I answer that correctly, would you give me more ice cream as reward?"

"Of course! My clever boy deserves all the sweets in the world!"

"Yay!" C/N smiled as he looked at you with excitement. "Then, I would open the door with a lion behind it, cause the lion is dead after being starved for two weeks!" "That's right! Mwah* You're my little detective! I'm so proud of you baby!" "Then can you add some cookies to the reward too?" "Sure! If you do all your homework" "Ok then!"

C/N got up and ran to his room to finish his math homework. You sighed, letting your head rest on the wall behind you, when you suddenly felt something on your lap.

"Ranpo? What are you doing?" You watched him with surprise as he tried to avoid your gaze by tilting his head to the other side.

"Ask me" "What?" "Ask me to solve riddles for you too!"

His flushed cheeks and whiney tune finally hit you. Oh! So your thirty year old husband was being jealous of his own son! How... expected of him.

"So you want more ice cream as well?" You decided to play dumb as you seized the opportunity to tease him a little bit, but he saw through you, as always. "No! I want you to praise me like you praise C/N! I can solve harder riddles than him! I'm the best detective in the world! not him!"

You wished you could say his nagging and childish behavior made you question your life choices, but unfortunately, those were actually the reasons why you fell for this adorable man in the first place.

"Fine baby, you're the best the detective in the whole world" You slowly placed a kiss on his forehead, slowly massaging his temple to make him blush even harder.

"Even better than him?" "Even better than him"

Ranpo let out a "Hmph" sound before looking back to you, and pouting at your satisfied expression.

"Y/N?" "What is it baby?" "I still want more cookies and Ice cream as reward, and they have to be more than his share"

You're the one who gets jealous.

↳Fyodor

This is wrong.

This is stupid.

This is childish.

This is illogical.

But this is still how you feel.

You're jealous of how your daughter is all curled up in his lap and he's so cool about it like it's nothing. Why isn't he shooing her away? Why? Then why is he always rejecting you whenever you get clingy while he is working?

You didn't want him to reject her. You just...

Felt left out.

"Look, daddy! It's me and you!" C/N chuckled as she held the paper up so her father could see it, but it was a bit too high and literally three centimeters away from his face.

"Oh, it's really pretty sweetheart" He said as he took the paper from her tiny hands, while caressing her pigtails with his other hand. The drawing was messy, but its cuteness could definitely make up for it. However, There was something missing; an important thing.

"Where's your mom then? You didn't draw her" He replied, slowly tilting his head to the front to meet his child's purple eyes that took after his. Her cute pigtails were kinda getting in the way of his vision, but they were too cute to shake off.

"Oh? I drew mommy earlier, But she was still caught up with housework so she told me to leave her alone until she's done. She promised she'll come see it later!"

Fyodor raised his head to look at you, but was met with an empty sofa instead. You were here a while ago, where did you suddenly went off?

"Darling, wait here. I'll go check up on your mom. Don't touch anything before I come back, ok?"

"Ok!"

Fyodor didn't see you leaving, but he had no trouble guessing where you were.

He found you in your shared bedroom, your coiled figure on the bed as you were hiding under the blanket. The sound of those familiar footsteps made you cautions, but you weren't planning on greeting him as you used to do.

Sure, housework.

"Myshka?"

Silence.

"Honey?"

Still silence.

He remained still, making you wonder if he was planning on something which was rather expected of him;

but the unexpected thing was how his arms suddenly wrapped around you as he crawled under the blanket.

"Hm! So, she's actually sleep" He whispered next to your ear, smiling softly while his thumb gently caressed your cheeks that were slightly red from... the warmness of the room? You wished he would think that way.

"Too bad... I wish she could join us in the living room"

The smile you were struggling to fight back finally beat you as it appeared on your face, but you were still not going to give in.

"Dear, may I say you're pressing your eyes a little too hard for someone who's actually sleep?" "No you may not, and I am sleep you're just being paranoid" "Absolutely! How can I question it when you're telling me yourself?" He teased, pulling you closer to plant a delicate kiss on your forehead, which was his one last move to surrender you; and your open eyes was proof that he succeeded.

"Hmph! You waked me up" You pouted, sinking into his embrace. He's chin was on the top of your head, fingers going through your silky hair as he inhaled the delightful aroma of your chocolate scented shampoo.

"My apologies, dear; what would you suggest to make up for it?" "Cuddles...? If... if you have time...? I mean, you looked like you have plenty a while ago!" Your sullen voice made him chuckle and press you in his arms a bit harder. "Of course. I always have time for you, wifey~" "Fedya!"

He knew how to make you feel butterflies in your stomach, he definitely did.

↳Chuuya

"So, which one of us do you like the most? Me or her?" You looked at your husband as you raised your eyebrows, daring him to choose the other option on the table, which was your daughter who was also standing next to you, with the same pose.

"Uh... I love you both equally?" He smiled thinking he just saved himself, but your dissatisfied expressions made it clear that this was not over yet. "That's not true! You have to pick one!" "Yes daddy! Tell mommy that you like me more than her!"

The little one held the bottom of his coat as he looked at him with puppy eyes, trying to manipulate him into choosing her; but the thing was that your sharp gaze was more powerful than those bluebell eyes of hers.

"I can't choose between you! You're both my girls!" "That's it, I'm sleeping in the guest room" "NO WAIT-"

Chuuya suddenly shifted you up with one hand as he did the same to C/N, pulling both of you back onto his lap. The cocky smirk on his face was more visible than usual, but you couldn't blame him because you were also shocked from how he was able to do such things without wasting any energy.

That handsome bastard.

"See? I have enough strength to hold both of you in my arms, and my love is no different~" He smiled, placing a kiss on C/N's cheek to prove his point. "There's enough love for the both of you. You're my favorite people in the whole world, ok? There's no need to fight over this! I'm all yours"

You sighed, picking his hat up to pull his ponytail.

"That was nice, but..." "Owww!" "Still not the right answer" "Damn it!"

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trunks-fu-ture · 5 months

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insane over the fact so many cannot for the life of them approach gale’s backstory and very obvious trauma with the same seriousness they approach ast’s solely bc he does not act as deeply upset by it (which is a v realistic reaction for many men who experience SA, just, btw) and blames himself outright for it.

“he’s just power hungry and obsessed with his ex he wasn’t SA’d” his "ex" is the goddess of magic herself who literally fucking groomed him from childhood. this is not subtle if you are even remotely aware of what grooming is.

(note about above screenshots: both were taken from the same conversation with gale, upon giving him his third relic, this is the exact sequence the conversationg goes in, i did not cut anything out between the two, it was solely because i couldnt fit all text in one. honey is the name of my tav btw)

in no uncertain terms: he was a child prodigy being shown attention and personally taught by the patron goddess of his field of study, quite literally the most powerful being he could possibly have contact with, taught to strive for greater and greater heights, and then said goddess had sex with him (seemingly multiple times, as she became his “lover”) later on when he became an adult, havin had regular contact with him since his childhood. that is grooming. he was groomed by mystra.

his grand act of “hubris” was, explicitly, an act trying to please his groomer, him trying to go above and beyond her expectations because for the majority of his life that was exactly what behavior she encouraged. it was an act of devotion to the person who has been abusing him his whole life, to his goddess, who abandons him for going against her will for the first time in his life. that will, might i add, is framed by gale himself (who is clearly beign incredibly charitable to mystra due to his continued devotion to her, so this is likely not a lie or distortion to make her look worse) as a boundary she enforced, not a natural law or something she was protecting him from. the implication, of course, is that she was enforcing this boundary so he would remain under her influence. if she desired him as her equal, as a true lover (thought this would not change the fact that she groomed him), there is no indication she couldn't have allowed him to cross that boundary and gain even more power, possibly even becoming a god himself in order to match her.

such things would not even be unusual or unheard of in our collective fiction; there are stories irl of gods and goddesses lifting their mortal lovers up to their same status, to love and rule their domain(s) as equals, and in ones where they do not the god(dess)’s love of their mortal lover is typically framed as the cause of that lover’s undoing. the god(dess) is framed as destructive in their passion, either through their rage at, denial of, or possessiveness and thoughtlessness toward the needs of their lovers; this is especially common in the greek pantheon in particular. this obviously is a result of the gods (the greek in particular) typically being representative of their entire spheres of influence including their vast destructive capabilities (and i do not wish to deny that in favor of viewing thier stories as overtly literal morality tales), but mystra and gale are not a myth within the story of baldur's gate. this is his literal backstory, not a metaphorical tale about the endless power of magic and the ways craving it can bring ruin to mortals... if anything the magic is a metaphor for what mystra's grooming has done to gale and the ways in which his trauma manifests.

(note about above screenshot: this is from the same conversation as the first two, though later on in it. i did cut a bit from between the last screenshot and here of him explaining how he found the orb and why he sought it out specifically as his show of devotion to mystra, if you think i'm withholding context from t his convo that would make my reading irrelevant please watch this video of the full scene from another player, there are differences form my playthough but frankly the majority of the scene plays out exactly the same up til this point save for the flowers and chocolates line (i picked option 1) and even that changes only one line. the biggest difference is that i didnt ask where he'd go when he offers to part ways, so i didnt get to hear that part til now but goddamn it just makes me sadder)

the orb in gale's chest is described more or less as an unstoppable, ever-hungry, unstable pit which needs to be plied with powerful bits of Weave to remain stable. an endless craving which can never truly be filled, only temporarily sated under threat of complete collapse. this is what mystra has done to gale as a whole. she has trained him to never, ever be satisfied, to never be content with the power he holds, only to want more and more, lest he fall apart under the weight of all he is and yet has failed to be, destroying everything nearest him in the process. mystra trained this into him and then when he reached the point she was content with him stayin at, under her complete control and providing exactly what she wants from him, she changed the rules. started telling him to be content, withholding the advancement in power that had been both incentive and sign of her approval for his whole life up until then. she more or less raised this man, raised him to be addicted to her approval, to her love, and entangled it with his greatest passion and talents so that he could never, ever be free from her even if she left.

and when he reacted to that by going against her wishes and reaching for more, seeking to truly become more akin to an equal to the goddess he loves so dearly... she cut him off. more accurately: she broke contact. she did not remove his access to magic, that would sever all ties he has to her, would make far too clean a break; she just leaves him with the mess to clean up. she rubs his nose in it with her silence, lets him feel the shame of defying his goddess, leaves him desperate for her contact and with a literal bomb buried inside him waiting to go off. his magic is a reminder of her absence, of what he had, the orb a reminder of what he'd done to cause that absence, and as the goddess of magic she could easily be rid of both in an instant; she wants her ex-lover (victim. survivor of her fucking grooming.) to spend his days wallowing in the wrong he'd done, in how he defied her, risking death every second he breathes as penance.

of course i dont wish to remove gale's autonomy; he is responsible for his actions, but frankly the punishment is not fitting the crime whatsoever. she treats him not as a lover but as a pet, providing affection for good behavior and then punishment for defying her. ultimately when your lover is a goddess, there is no wonder you'd seek ultimate power in order to be her equal; to be loved as a person on par with her and not a dog or playmate. he is locked into his inferiority to her, has been since he was a child, and he can only react within that view of himself, can only want to be more in the way that she is more, and i refuse to believe a goddess of all magic would be ignorant to this. i refuse to believe a goddess of all magic would not know that teaching a child and then later bedding that child when they're an adult is entirely fucked up. her actions in teaching him are taken knowingly. her actions in bedding him (again, possibly repeatedly) are taken knowingly. her actions in cutting him off and leavin him to his fate are taken knowingly. mystra is gale's abuser. mystra is gale's groomer.

id also like to cap this off with a note that i have not finished the game and therefore do not know the full scope of his story (i do know some of the broad strokes), but i do know there's worse coming u with mystra and i will probably be coming back and reblogging this with more of my thoughts if what i see sparks the urge in me to do so (or doin a big mea culpa if my reading changes entirely, but i highly doubt it will). if you're going to put spoilers in the notes, at least tag them please and thanks. an thanks for reading pls dont be an ass to me about it especc about any typos i got dysprazxia and i tried to correct em as i went but like its a logn post an im tryin to get though thought sout ykno.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate meta #meta #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #mystra #bg3 mystra #trunksposting #trunks speaks #grooming tw #tw grooming #for blacklist #image desc in alt text #this is sa fuckign long post dear god i can never mock gale for wordy bullshit again

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petit-papillion · 5 months

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Anyone who thinks Charles would be crazy to sign for 5 years with Ferrari, have you considered:

There are only 20 spots in Formula 1. Even some of the world's most incredibly talented drivers can't get a seat. And most drivers whose Dads don't own an F1 team are happy to get a 2-year contract. 5-year contracts are a rare occurrence. Ask Valtteri what it feels like to drive for years for a top team on 1-year contracts.

10 teams to pick from, with the top 5 claiming all but 2 podiums this past season. So if Charles were to leave Ferrari and not take a step backward in his career, he'd have to go to one of the remaining top 4 teams: RBR, Merc, AM, or McLaren. At Red Bull, he could get podiums and occasionally win races, but he'd never be number 1 while Max is there. Lewis could unexpectedly retire, but until he does, Merc is locked in with him. And while i think Toto would totally want to snap Charles up, if the opportunity arose, not sure I see this happening any time soon. McLaren have a pretty good lineup with both drivers having contracts past 2024. Finally, AM will only have a spot available if either Stroll Sr sells the team or Alonso is forced into retirement. Neither of which seem likely to happen before Charles's contract is up.

Charles lives and breathes Ferrari. He is a tifosi at heart. He loves driving for Ferrari for all its faults and shortcomings. He doesn't just say Forza Ferrari Sempre, he says it from the heart. He wears his Forza Ferrari bracelet until it breaks. He dedicates his end-of-season helmet to all the Ferrari team members. He points to the Prancing Horse on his suit with passion. He wears so many Ferrari clothes outside of work, we are shocked when he doesn't wear them for a while. He spends hours signing autographs for tifosi. And when they ask him if he will ever leave Ferrari, he immediately and confidently responds with, "Never."

Tying in with the previous point: the tifosi adore him. We have a priest praying for him. Grown men getting his name and/or number tattooed next to the Ferrari logo. Italian journalists waxing poetic about him. Fans singing for him under his hotel window. And a single hand gesture from Charles is enough to stop a crowd from booing Max. He gets showered with a 1,000 bracelets, and he accepts (and often immediately wears) them all with a grateful smile. This kind of adulation from the tifosi is not something he will automatically get elsewhere, and I am sure he would miss it dearly if he went to another team.

Charles has said over and over again that he wants to become WDC with Ferrari. Yes, he has mentioned that if he no longer believes in the project, he will look elsewhere. But Fred is only just starting. This year's car was inherited from Binotto. It takes a while to replace staff and to implement new procedures. Where it was possible to make quick changes, we have already seen improvements - most notably with the pit stops, but also with them bringing that meaningful floor upgrade in Suzuka. Fred has said some staff will not even work on next year's car, but on the 2025 car. Changes take time and we are not privy to as much information as Charles is. He has said he believes in Fred and what he is planning.

So to have job security for the next 5 years (btw equaling the number of years Michael Schumacher drove for Ferrari...) with a team he adores, whose fans worship the ground he walks on, working with a team principal with whom he not only has a fantastic working relationship with but who seems to share his vision for the future - it doesn't get much better than this. Yes, I can see that keeping your options open would be good, but I'm sure there will be clauses built into the contract to allow both parties a way out if things don't pan out the way they envision.

In the meantime, if the article in La Gazzetta Sportiva is true, Charles would be the definite N°1 driver for Ferrari. And with Fred also seeing him as the leader of the team, and the car being more developed to suit his driving style, without a doubt his confidence would grow, which in turn would help him become an even better driver and lead to more podiums and wins.

#while i know ferrari will find new ways to screw up races for charles #and therefore there is more suffering in our future #i also believe in fred #and even if charles never realizes his dream of wdc with ferrari #i also cannot see him driving for any other team than ferrari #charles leclerc #f1 contracts #winter break 2023-24 #fred vasseur #scuderia ferrari #this got really long #thank you for reading all the way to the end!

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As I've been working on outlining the shit out of my Winx rewrite, I've been thinking a lot about how all the villains in the series desperately need to be treated like actual characters and given real motives. I know everyone loves Valtor and the Trix and the wizards of the black circle, but they're all equally boring as fuck because they're all just generically, black-and-white evil for no real reason. As such, I've started to come up with some potential backstories/motives for all of them, and I thought I'd share since I'd also love some feedback.

Something I think the series set up like it was going to do something with is the idea of the Trix having some sort of connection to the Ancestral Witches. If we keep what seems like the most canon timeline they appear to have settled on in the show, that the fall of Domino and everything happened about 18 years prior to season 3, then it wouldn't be unreasonable for the Trix to be the witches' granddaughters. I like the idea of that connection to the Ancestral Witches being the main thing that originally brought them together into their coven and that, as soon as they discover Bloom's true identity, their primary goal is killing her to finish what the witches started. With this, of course, would be the omission of bullshit rivalry between fairies and witches, though their ongoing conflict with the Winx could still start with Stella's ring, like in the original.

With Valtor, I would want him to be a person rather than a physical manifestation of the dragon flame that was made by the Ancestral Witches. I just think it would make him more interesting for him to have an origin story as a human, living in the world, that leads to his eventual corruption rather than him just being made evil by evil for evil. I have this vision of him coming from some country that was an ally of Domino but when something happened and they needed Domino's help, their allies turned their backs on them, inspiring Valtor's blossoming hatred for them as he personally suffered and watched the fallout of that betrayal. This all would've happened with the previous king and queen before Oritel and Marion btw, but it would take him a hot minute to learn the dark arts in order to pursue his revenge.

What I'd love to see is Valtor actually learning dark magic from Darkar, since I do also think Darkar should be a bigger deal than he was in canon. By learning from the Shadow Phoenix, who is the opposite of the Great Dragon, I feel like his magic would be both better suited to going against the dragon flame and more vulnerable to it. That would also bring back in some sort of dragon flame element without Valtor being a spark of the flame itself like in canon. So Valtor would gather the witches and attack Domino for personal revenge, with his focus being on ending the royal family, hence the way it all turned out with Daphne being a ghost, Oritel being a statue, Marion being sealed in his sword(?), and Bloom getting dumped out of a portal to spare her from the culling.

As for the wizards, I want them to be from Earth and for all their beef to be with Tir Na Og instead of just... all fairies, for no real reason. What I'm thinking is that Tir Na Og is the bridge between the Magic Dimension and Earth, so I take that to mean that Earth doesn't have any real magic of its own and what they have all comes from through Tir Na Og. Because of this imbalance that's so different from how the Magic Dimension is, that could put Earth-dwelling magic users in a position of power over non-magical people, and perhaps that all really starts with and is encouraged/exacerbated by the king and queen of the Earth fairies. I'm thinking it would be the sort of thing where they would've convinced all the non-magical people of Earth that they are deities of some kind and then abuse the shit out of the power and trust that gives them.

The wizards would've seen all the problems that would come with this abuse of power and would seek to destroy it. Knowing that all magic on Earth comes from Tir Na Og's connection to the Magic Dimension, they would decide to target Tir Na Og and take away the magic of all the magic users there before sealing the kingdom off from the Magic Dimension entirely. Their mission when they show up in s4 then becomes keeping Roxy from reconnecting Earth and the Magic Dimension and bringing back all the issues they originally sought to end.

Lastly, just to touch on Darkar, my main thing with him is that it really should be all about how he's the opposite of the dragon, so where the dragon flame creates, Darkar's shadows can only either mimic what already exists or destroy. Just as much as the creative nature of the dragon flame contributes to the dragon's desire to create, the nature of Darkar's powers contribute to his own desires to deceive and to destroy. It's not just that he's evil for the sake of it, he's evil to us because of the inherent nature of his magical abilities and how he himself is the living embodiment of what his powers represent, which I think adds sufficient depth for him to stop being so fucking boring. Also, Relix wouldn't just be the home of some McGuffin he's been chasing the whole time, I think it would actually be the resting place of the Great Dragon and his main goal would be the absolute destruction of everything (including himself) that could only be achieved by killing the dragon.

Thoughts? Feelings? Opinions? Should I go on and also dither on about villains from later seasons?

#winx club #winx #winx rewrite #winx club rewrite #the trix #valtor #wizards of the black circle #ogron #winx anagan #winx ogron #winx gantlos #winx duman #darkar #winx villains

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cancerian-woman · 8 months

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I won't be offended if you prefer to delete this but your post about Tyler had me thinking...

Caroline really made his grief over his mother dying about her so much so that she issued the worst ultimatum and left herself with...

A drunk old man that used to be her teacher.

A long time friend that never seemed like he got over Elena and definitely has codependent issues with his brother so much so that he sacrificed himself willingly a day after their wedding.

And a power hungry hybrid who gave her money he could more than afford to give and said pretty words but also tortured, enslaved and killed people she was connected to....and also definitely had codependent issues with his brother.

I cannot fathom it.

All true facts. It’s late here so a meta! :D

As a huge Forwood shipper and I’m equally very critical of them. It’s a great ship for them both at first, then becomes a ship only for Caroline’s needs and development which isn’t fair to Tyler That Klaroline/Steroline shadow made those fans believe Tyler was the worst Caroline could get. When in reality he was the BEST romantic partner and friend she ever had.

What upsets me more about that ultimatum that Caroline FORCED is that she’s the only one we see comforting Tyler after Carol’s death. Even before Carol died, and Tyler was skeptical about being alpha she uplifted him and Tyler heavily respected what she had to say and went full force with it. Mind you, this is the same Tyler that broke every bone in his body just to be with Caroline. Then re-agreed to slavery for Care. Forwood communicated with each other and called out their faults. The other tvdu ships weren’t doing that!—then we get this full arc of Caroline’s grief and remember she bluntly told Tyler to get over the fact that she hooked up with Klaus because of her impulses and she’s not good1!!1

The series wanted to bury Forwood and they did so in the worst ways imaginable. Caroline gets pregnant with Alaric’s babies forcibly. (I understand Candice was pregnant but they could’ve hid her belly so Caroline wasn’t pregnant.)-Oh and we can’t forget Alaric was in love with her and proposed.

Steroline was supposed to follow the friends to lovers build up the way Forwood did and it never appears that Stefan is all in the way Caroline is. Tbh, even before the wedding Stefan wanted out the relationship he tried multiple times to end things in s8. Caroline refused and wanted it to work. Building them up after Liz’s death was a choice. Stefan manipulated Caroline heavily to when it came Tyler and their relationship.

Klaroline has no obstacles to pass with them. Klaus may give Caroline pretty things, and money but emotionally he’s never shown to give Caroline any support. When Caroline saves Bonnie from those 12 witches which is her first huge kill(correct me if I’m wrong) since s2 she immediately goes to Klaus and he basically tells her to get away from him. Klaus mentions how she’s too good for that small town but Caroline had never said she hated her home. What she did hate was Klaus grown ass destroying shit. They never had a serious conversation about anything tbh. I did enjoy how Caroline called him out at first but TO’s “you aren’t the villain in my story.” Ruined that. Oh and lol these shippers get on Damon for his rape of Caroline yet somehow, someway excuses that Klaus attempted to rape Caroline too in Tyler’s body…. Anyways! I do think a lot of Klaroline is rooted in Klaus wanting control over Tyler, and Caroline is a way to exert control over Tyler because of his love for her.

Okay this is long af, sorry! To end this off Tyler loved Caroline for who she was. He never wanted her to change, he valued and respected her. Never abused her or anyone she loved. He listened to what she had to say. Caroline’s other love interests NEVER saw her the way Tyler did. Btw, I wish people understood Tyler never, not once slutshamed Caroline for having sex with someone else. He was only mad that she slept with Klaus as if Klaus did not ruin Tyler’s life and murdered his mother. There’s obviously a reason Caroline didn’t want Tyler to know and continued to ignore the boundaries he placed up in s5 so they could just go back to the way SHE wanted them to be. It’s sad they were ruined because 5B of Forwood has moments where you can forget their broken up just based on Forwood’s chemistry. I forgot to add, some fans pretend Tyler couldn’t give Caroline a good life. Tyler wasn’t financially struggling, and would’ve done anything she asked of him. I think it’s a little problematic that Tyler did say everything he liked about himself was Caroline lol. But, he wanted nothing but her and their happiness. Just without the enslavement from Klaus.

Thank you for the ask!

#Forwood #tyler lockwood #Caroline Forbes #Anti Steroline #Again stefan died to be free of that relationship bless that man heart fr #anti klaroline #anti stefan salvatore #anti damon salvatore #anti klaus mikaelson #driaresponds #sevensistersofsussex #Tvd #the vampire diaries #a lot of you k c e r s lack media literacy because Tyler never cheated on Caroline btw :) Klaus manipulated Caroline into thinking other :P

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