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let it flow | frankie morales x f!reader

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pairing: sub!frankie x f!reader rating: 18+ minors dni word count: 4.4k (i think something possessed me bc this was originally 1k lmao) summary: you start a new form of birth control which has many side effects but frankie takes advantage of one side effect in particular. warnings: canon divergent, established relationship (reader and frankie are married), sub!frankie, soft dom!reader, body worship, pet names, nipple play, mommy kink, lactation kink, mutual masturbation , praise kink, pre-ejaculation, overstimulation, cumplay, cum eating, fluff. No use of Y/N. No physical descriptions of reader. um i think that’s it? *scratches neck* disclaimer: this is literally for shits and giggles bc a friend and i were talking about sub!frankie having a lactation kink, but we weren’t feeling the whole pregnancy trope so i found a loophole hehe. after extensive research, i found that certain types of birth control that include progestin *can* increase lactation as well as breast enlargement and tenderness, so i tweaked this specifically for the purpose of this fic. i don’t study medicine so some of this isn’t 100% accurate so if anything is wrong just remember this is just for horny fun and i changed some things to fit what i was going for. if this piece is not for you, that’s cool, obviously not everyone is gonna be into the same stuff but please just move along and let everyone else enjoy the fun.

a/n: thank you for all the love on my first fic i was so incredibly nervous about it but yall have been so so kind. technically, i told myself i would post this friday for frankie friday, but the longer shit stays in my drafts the more i start to hate it and the urge to scrape everything grows too strong lol. this one is for kat and lyss who gave me this idea and then we screamed about it til 1am. shout out to @skrunkly-scrimblo and @papurgaatika for beta’ing and literally always saving me bc i can never read my fics from start to finish so they always come thru during the editing process. and shout out to my pinterest QUEEN, @aurasjournal, for helping me with the visuals. thanks for reading i hope you like it <3 super cute divider by @saradika

You’re staring back at yourself in the foggy mirror of your bathroom, assessing your breasts, they’re full, heavy and they ache. This is the fourth day in a row of feeling the consequences of your new birth control and the pain has only gotten worse. “The shit we do….fuckin’ birth control,” you mumble under your breath.

You had switched to a different form of birth control earlier in the week, the IUD route wasn’t working out so well for you. For starters, the pain of getting the IUD implanted was unbelievably excruciating and on top of that, you had ParaGard (the copper IUD) implanted which didn’t have hormones so you were still getting your period. Your periods were heavy and painful and you have been seeking an alternative solution to stop them completely. At your last visit with your gynecologist, you both agreed to switch you over to taking birth control pills.

Your physician had informed you that the pill form was a progestin-only contraceptive that would decrease the bleeding during your menstrual cycle or possibly get rid of it completely if you skipped the placebo pills on the last week of your pack. There was one not-so-tiny problem, you were not told that being on the pill would make your tits swell and you sure as hell didn’t know the damn pill would make you lactate.

Earlier today you practically sobbed to your doctor on the phone.

“Doc, sorry to be blunt but my tits fucking hurt,” you cry, tears welling up in your eyes. At this point, the pain had become unbearable.

“That’s pretty normal hun, it’s a common side effect for some women. As I told you on Monday, the use of a hormonal birth control that contains progestin can increase the likelihood of producing breast milk even if you aren’t pregnant. It’s your hormones adjusting to the pill and it’s going to take your body three to four months to adjust,” your doctor explained.

‘Wait three to four months,” you shout, "Doc, you didn’t mention anything about that. What the hell am I supposed to do?” you ask rashly.

Your doctor hesitates, “Well, we could go back to the copper IUD but then-”

“Then, I’d get my period yeah absolutely not,” you frantically cut her off.

“We could book you to come back in and try another route but I’m booked until the end of the month,” she suggests.

“Of course you are, you’re like the only nice physician in the office, everyone wants to see you,” you laugh bitterly.

“There is something else that may help until we can see you in the office...many women have said that it helps,” she says.

You cross an arm around your chest, wincing slightly as your arm presses tightly against your chest, before dropping your arm back down at your side, “Okay…what is it?”

“You could massage them or have your husband stimulate your nipples,” she says nonchalantly.

“Stimulate my nipples?” you hesitate, your eyes widening at her suggestion.

“Yes, have him use his fingers or-”

“You’re not serious?”

Your doctor chuckles at your curiosity, “Yes, nipple stimulation and other sensual activities, can trigger and release the hormone, oxytocin, commonly referred to as the love hormone. Once oxytocin is triggered, your hormone levels are boosted and then it increases arousal and stress relief. Once it's released into the bloodstream, it helps alleviate breast tenderness and breast pain as well assisting with the flow of breast milk so yes, it’ll help.” she says pointedly.

You stare ahead, wide eyed and mouth agape. What the hell are you supposed to say to that?

“Look honey, many women have come in and told me directly that it helps, believe it or not, it even helps induce labor, but that’s beside the point, many women have been in your position and they have reported that it works. So at least try this out, and see how it makes you feel, just until we can get you an appointment and have you come in and then we can try something else. Alright?” she asks.

“Yeah alright, thanks again Doc,” you huff, your hand rubs at your temple before dragging it down your face.

“No problem hun, keep me updated through the portal,” she says.

“Will do,” you hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch.

That was six hours ago and now you’re standing in your bathroom as you wait for the bathtub to fill up. You read online that heat therapy could reduce some of the pain. While your husband was at work, you sprawled yourself out across the couch with a heating pad on your chest. It managed to ease the pain for a bit until the set timer turned the heating pad off and the second you stood up, the pain worsened again.

To be honest, you’re a little embarrassed to bring it up to Frankie. It's not like Frankie won’t want to do it, he’d be very interested but what the hell are you supposed to say to him. Hey honey, my tits hurt and they’re leaking breast milk. Can you play with them a little so they feel better? He loves to engage in a little titty appreciation but this is a whole different ball game. You really aren’t in the mood to have this conversation with Frankie tonight, unsure of how he would react and possibly causing a bigger issue.

You can hear the TV through the bathroom door, Frankie is watching some game. But when he hears you croak out in pain when you remove your bra, hands clutching at your swollen breasts, he moves lightning fast towards the bathroom door.

“Querida, are you alright in there?” he asks through the door, his hand wrapped around the door handle.

You bite down on your lip, sighing before you finally bite the bullet and admit what’s going on. You crack open the door just enough so he can hear you better.

“It’s-,” You let out another exhausted sigh as you rub your temple, feeling your cheeks warm.

“Remember, a few days ago, I went to my gynecologist and we decided to switch birth control methods?” He nods, eyes full of concern.

“The pills are making my hormones go crazy and they’re making my tits swell and well…” you pull the door open to gesture towards your breasts. “I’m like a fucking pregnant woman but without the damn pregnancy,” you grumble.

You immediately clock the worry on his face but Frankie can’t help the fact that he is practically salivating when he looks down at your tits. You notice his jaw slacken, his lips part as he takes in the curve of your breasts, they have grown a noticeable difference in size. You hear him inhale sharply when his stare drops to your nipples, dark and swollen.

Suddenly feeling a little shy under the intensity of his gaze, you bring a hand up to cover your breasts, he inhales once again before speaking, yet you speak before he does, “It’s fine, apparently a bath will help, and I’ve got the water running. I’ll be out in a few minutes babe,” you press, a tight smile on your face.

You see it all over his face, he wants to help but he doesn’t know how. His big, deep brown eyes filled with worry. “Okay baby, I’ll give you some privacy. I’ll be in the bedroom if you need anything,” he says quietly, eyebrows still raised. You can sense the uneasiness in his body language but he doesn’t press the subject.

You thank him and shut the door, hearing him step back towards the bed. You slip off your panties and toss them into the hamper, then step into the hot water, sighing as you dip beneath the water.

After a few short minutes, you slowly bring your hands up to cup your breasts, experimentally kneading them. You press your hands more firmly and you bite down on your lip as you try to muffle a quiet moan. Huh. It does help. You continue toying with them until the water is no longer warm and your fingers become pruny.

Dragging yourself out of the water and stepping out of the tub, you pull the plug out, the water spinning through the drain. Leisurely, you dry yourself off, pull a thin white tank top over your head, and drag a clean pair of blue lace panties over your legs.

As you open the door to let the steam out of the bathroom, you grab your fuzzy robe from the hook behind the door, wrap it around your damp body, and head into the bedroom to catch the rest of the game with your husband.

Yet, to your surprise, you find the TV off and instead see Frankie sitting up in bed, one hand tucked behind his head and the other holding his phone as he squints at the screen.

You chuckle as you walk over to your nightstand. “Thought you were supposed to be wearing your glasses?” You tease, your lips forming into a smile.

“I look dorky with ‘em, ‘sides I don’t need them right now,” he mimics your tone and turns his head to watch as you pump some of your cocoa butter body lotion into your hand and work it into your skin.

“So, I did some googling,” he starts, a sly smirk creeping up onto his face as he continues, “It said…messaging them and sucking on them would help.” His eyes are still on the bare parts of your damp skin, completely enamored by how your skin looks in the dim light of your bedroom.

You tense, hands freezing, streaks of lotion yet to be fully rubbed into your skin, “Baby, that’s ridiculous,” you laugh him off.

“No, I’m serious look,” Frankie sits up and moves across the bed, holding out his phone for you to read the article he was studying beforehand.

“I don’t know about this Frankie,” you shake your head, frowning while you avert your eyes from his.

“Come here,” smirking devilishly as he brings his hands up to your arms, pulling you towards the bed.

“Frankie–” you scoff, playfully rolling your eyes at him.

He tilts his head up to look up at you with those big brown eyes that you often find difficult turning down. “Trust me,” his hands rubbing up and down your arms soothingly.

“You know I do, Frankie, the hell did I marry you for,” you tease, you sneak your hands behind his neck and interlock your fingers as you lean down and press a soft kiss to his head.

“Then c’mere, let me help,” he whispers and it sounds more like a plea. He’s pulling you down onto the bed, guiding you to sit up against the pillows. His hands find your robe, untying the knot in the soft belt across your waist. You lean forward slightly while he pulls your robe off slowly, his eyes watching your face, searching for any indication to stop but he doesn’t find any.

He tosses the robe behind him on the bed as he leans down over you, nudging your legs open as he settles himself between your legs. He brings his hands back up to the thin material of your tank top, cupping your tender breasts in his large hands.

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect, fuck–, so pretty baby,” he babbles lowly, goosebumps erupt on your skin, even after years of being married to him he still knows exactly what to say to make you feel so desirable.

He gently squeezes your breasts, his thumb sweeps over your nipple back and forth, you whine softly as your hands find his hair, burying your fingers in his curls. It hurts but it’s pleasurable, the pressure he’s using feels better than what you were doing earlier in the bath.

Frankie pinches your covered nipples between his rough fingers, hardening under his touch, you hiss when he tweaks them tightly, Frankie pauses, his eyes meet yours for a moment, “it’s okay–feels good, keep going,” you whisper to him.

He brings his mouth down to one of your nipples and sucks it through the material with his other hand still fondling your other nipple. “Fuck– that feels good Frankie,” you moan, he whimpers lowly and feels his cock twitch in his boxers. Your eyes roll back in your head, your mouth falls open and he hollows his cheeks, sucking harder around your nipple.

His mouth lets go of your breast, you look down to see the wet patch that formed over your peaked-covered nipple before he hastily pulls the tank top over your head, tossing it onto the floor, Frankie lets out a shameless groan when his eyes hungrily lock on your bare chest like a missile to a target.

He leans in closer, his mouth hovering over your breast. You feel the warmth of his breath over your breast, a tingling sensation sneaks down your body. His hot mouth closes around your pebbled nipple.

“Shit, Frankie,” you arch further into his mouth, and he moans and his tongue flicks up against your peaked nipple, and then he bites down softly, his eyes open, looking up at you from under his eyelashes. Frankie feels a slight warm gush fill his mouth, his eyes slip closed, whimpering around the bud.

You tug on Frankie’s hair, pulling his mouth away from you, your stomach twisting at his reaction when he feels the gush of liquid filling his mouth. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that would happen-”

“Baby, hey, it’s okay. I was just surprised-”

“No I know, it’s just gross,” you frown, feeling the pang of embarrassment in your belly.

“It’s not–it’s not gross. I–I liked it,” Frankie says sheepishly.

“Really?” you ask softly.

He laughs lightly and leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth then another just below your jaw. His beard scraping along your skin as he places wet open-mouthed kisses down your neck, all the way down past your collarbones until he reaches the valley of your breasts once again.

“Relax baby, I got ya,” he whispers against your skin.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your head falls back against the headboard, and your hand comes up to the nape of his neck, petting at his long brown curls. He ducks down to bring his mouth to your nipple, he parts his lips around the bud, his tongue circling around the bud a few times, licking at your nipple, he closes his lips and sucks softly before tugging it between his teeth, he hums around it, making you grasp at the sheets beneath you, a low ache building in the pit of your stomach.

“That’s it baby boy,” you say softly, petting his hair. You open your eyes when you feel him press his cock against your leg, his cock stirring in his boxers at your praise.

He’s loving this, loves the taste of you and loves how good he’s making you feel.

His hand palms your other breast, squeezing and kneading the meat of your tit, beads of milk collecting at the peak. He takes your nipple in between his calloused fingers and pinches it harder between his index and middle finger, the milk pours out from the bud down his hand and onto his forearm.

Frankie feels the warm liquid on his arm, his mouth letting go of your breast, his pupils full of lust never leaving your face as he lifts his left hand up and licks a long slow, thick stripe from his forearm up his hand. Your mouth falls open and your chest heaves at the sight.

“You taste so fucking sweet, baby,” he groans, his eyes closing at the taste of you. His cock twitches against your leg, now painfully hard in his boxers.

He dips his head back down and licks up the milk leaking down your torso up to your nipple. He moans once his hot mouth latches around the stiff peak and his tongue swirls around it. He laps up the warm white liquid he’s sucking out of your breast. “There you go baby, just like that,” you sigh, closing your eyes and your head falls back against the headboard.

One of his knees perches onto your leg, he grinds his cock against the meat of your thigh, he moans deeply, his fingers digging into the flesh of your breasts. “So, needy for me huh, baby boy,” you tut, gripping firmly onto his soft curls.

He whines quietly, and unbeknownst to Frankie, he starts rutting his hard length against your leg in slow, shallow thrusts, you feel a rumble of a moan in his throat around your nipple. At the sudden movement, your head snaps up to see your husband getting himself off against your body, his teeth sinking into your breast.

You’ve never seen him like this before, he’s insatiable and relentless and it makes your pussy pulse and clench around nothing.

“Ohhh that’s it– good boy Frankie,” you moan breathlessly, feeling him suck harder on your breast with a deep groan.

You grab at Frankie’s hair again, your hand combs his hair back while tugging at his hair, gently pulling his head back and he whines loudly when you pull his mouth away from your breast. You catch a glistening sheen on his lips when you direct his head to your other breast.

Your eyes meet his dark, blown out pupils as your thumb rubs his cheek down to the corner of his mouth. You thumb the bottom of his plump, soft lip, wiping the milk off of his mouth. Your thumb slips between his lips and you whisper, “Who’s my good boy?”

He shivers beneath your touch, “I am,” he murmurs softly, his head resting down on your chest once again. Your hand cradles his head and you move your hand down along his head to cup his face.

You watch your husband’s eyes shut as he closes his mouth around your nipple and continues suckling from your breast, “Fuck– Frankie, keep going,” you pant into his hair, your hands still toying with his curls, eliciting another whine from him.

He shifts and begins fucking himself into the mattress once again, seeking any type of friction possible.

Watching your husband getting himself off to your body sends a sharp, hot spark of arousal down your spine straight to your core, your pussy throbbing and your panties now wet and sticky with your slick.

You smirk and bring your lips down to his ear, whispering the word that you know lights a fire within him. “You’re making mommy feel so good baby,” and Frankie whimpers, his mouth swallowing your breast whole, his hips grinding down faster into the mattress.

“That’s it, baby, atta boy, such a good boy for mommy,” you coo into his ear. Frankie lets out a high-pitched whine, his hips stuttering and groaning when he feels himself spilling out all over the inside of his boxers. Your mouth falls open, your eyes wide as you stare at him, realizing he just came simply from putting his mouth on you.

His hips shudder, occasionally jerking erratically, his legs shaking uncontrollably as he hisses from overstimulation, you continue whispering praises into his ears.

While his mouth works on relieving your breast you take matters into your own hands, bringing your fingers down to your neglected cunt. You press your fingers into your covered slit, feeling the wetness of your pussy through the material before pushing your panties to the side. You move your fingers to your throbbing clit, circling eagerly while his tongue swirls over your nipple.

He bites down on the bud a little more harshly, feeling another gush of warm liquid in his mouth, “tastes so good mi corozòn,” he whimpers against your breast, closing his eyes while his teeth nip at the wet bud.

Feeling a cooling wetness from his eyes seeping onto your breast, you briefly look down to find tears stinging his eyes from the pleasure, the teeth marks on your nipples, your skin all wet and red from his mouth.

He continues sucking at your breast, licking up the sweet taste of you into his mouth and moaning around your nipple, savoring the taste.

You slip your fingers into your wet heat with a moan. “So good, Frankie, ohhh– you’re doing so well for mommy,” you gasp out while grinding your hips up into your own hand. He whimpers, his cock twitches, throbbing lightly against the mattress, he’s getting hard just from hearing that word once again.

Your other hand roughly tugs on Frankie’s soft locks, pushing his head further into you, swallowing more of your breast into his mouth.

Frankie was too far gone to notice, but you realize he’s grinding himself into the bed once again, still moaning and whimpering into your tender flesh. You thrust your fingers into your pussy, timing them to Frankie’s thrusts into the bed, the wet squelch from your fingers thrusting in and out obscenely echoes in your bedroom.

“That’s perfect, Frankie— don– don’t stop…shit. I’m so close–” You curl your fingers inside yourself, petting at the spongy spot deep inside while his teeth nip and lick and suck at your tit.

You shout Frankie’s name as your back arches off the bed, legs shaking around Frankie’s body when your orgasm finally sweeps over you.

He pulls off your nipple with a wet pop, moving fast to sit up and back on his knees, his hands making quick work of pulling off his underwear. His cock bobs up against the soft swell of his stomach. He hisses when he wraps a large hand around the girth and he thumbs the wide blunt of his tip smearing the beads of pearly white dribbling out from the slit.

Your tongue pokes out, licking your bottom lip before biting down on the flesh. Your hands massage your breasts, your fingers pinching your erect, sensitive nipples under Frankie’s fucked out gaze.

Desperately, he fists his cock over your figure. “Come, baby. Be a good boy and come for mommy,” you order him while staring into his eyes, dark and dilated, his mouth hanging open as he strokes his cock.

Your low voice and your words are all he needs to bring him over the edge. The thrusting of his hips gets more erratic as he jacks his cock tighter in his hand and increases the pace, the wet, lewd slap from his strokes gets louder, his whimpers and pants filling the otherwise quiet room.

“There you go, atta boy, give it to me Frankie, let it out," you encourage him softly.

Your eyes watch the muscles in his soft belly tighten and his thighs tensing up, his moans growing louder and louder and louder, his eyes roll back into his head, “Fuck– mami,” a long drawn out, agonizing groan slipping past his lips, you watch as his cock twitches in his hand, his hips stammer as long, thick, warm ropes of cum paint your stomach.

“That’s it baby, just like that, you did so good. So good Frankie,” you murmur. He opens his eyes and looks back down at you, still catching his breath while he watches the last of his cum spill onto your swollen breasts, he groans seeing the marks he’s left on your skin. Your tits are covered in splotches of red and teeth marks from his mouth, his come and the milk from your breasts leaking down your chest and onto your stomach.

His hair is a mess, his pupils are blown out, he looks completely in a haze, utterly fucked out. You smirk up at him and click your tongue, “You made such a mess on mommy, Frankie.”

His cheeks warm, the redness creeping down his neck and chest, he’s embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” he mumbles, his hand scratching the back of his neck.

You move your fingers down your stomach, gathering his cum onto your fingers, “Don’t get shy on me now, come here my love,” your other hand reaches for him.

He crawls up towards your side, you slip a coated finger into your mouth and you close your eyes and hum. Frankie curses quietly to himself, seeing your pearly-covered finger slipping into your mouth and back out devoid of sheen.

You bring a finger up to his mouth, your fingertip pressing against his lips, “open,” you order. You take advantage of his jaw slackening, sticking your glossy finger into his mouth and his lips close around your digit. You feel his tongue flatten underneath your finger then swirls it around your finger as he sucks it clean, he closes his eyes, his brows furrow, and he moans at the salty taste.

“See, I keep telling you, you taste good, sweetheart,” you smile down at him, tucking a single brown lock behind his ear.

“You did so good for me baby, made me feel so good,” you tell him while holding his patchy-bearded face. He chuckles timidly before pressing his lips to yours, licking behind your teeth, tasting himself in your mouth and mumbles a faint I love you against your lips.

Frankie pecks your lips again before sitting up and walking over to the bathroom. You hear him flick the light on and the tap turning on and off while your eyes drift shut. You feel the warm wet rag dragging across your tummy and your tits, and then down between your folds as he cleans you up with tenderness.

You open your eyes again when you hear him pad off towards the bathroom once more, watching him toss the washcloth back in the bathroom before he tucks himself into your side and nuzzles his face into the valley of your breasts, the coarse hairs of his beard tickling your skin.

Frankie’s low voice breaks the comfortable silence, “Next time it hurts, you tell me cariño, ‘m more than happy to do that again,” he says shyly, feeling the smile on his face against your chest.

You fail to suppress your giggle, “Yeah, you enjoyed yourself didn’t you, sweet boy?” Your fingers run through his long soft brown curls, your fingertips grazing down his neck, a hint of sweat at the end of his hair along the back of his neck.

“Mhm,” he hums, and you grin into his hair, pressing your lips to his messy curls, your eyelids heavy with sleep. He feels your fingers still, Frankie tilts his head to look up at you, “Don’t fall asleep yet, we’re not done mi vida, I still need to make you come again.”

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bhaalbaaby · 8 months

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kinktober day 8

Title: Up To No Good (5600 words) Pairing: astarion/wyll/reader Warnings: nsfw, biting, but with more blood this time, anal, double penetration, alcohol A/N: imagine being between wyll and astarion. woof lol had to end it early because it's already so long lmao... kinks of the day: blood kink, double penetration, alternate universe

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You really done it now. You try not to think about the upcoming trial as you hear your partner on the phone, trying to keep his voice hushed. You thought that if you found a loophole in his contract surely you could help him get free of his lousy job at Mizora Incorporated. How wrong you are. Wyll comes back, running his hand over his close-cut hair, the waves he worked hard on. He holds his phone in his fist, rolling it back and forth against his other calloused hand as he tries to come up with the words to say.

"Baby... We might be able to get out of this, but I have to go talk to Mr. Ancunin. Now."

Your brows furrow as you sit up on the couch, biting your bottom lip. "Now?"

He nods as he grabs his suit jacket. "Can I come too, since this is my fault?" You try to hide your desperation. Mr. Ancunin seems like a level-headed lawyer, but something about him is off. You don't trust Wyll to go there by himself, especially not in this upset state. He grimaces as he shrugs his jacket on. "I don't know. My dad barely got Astarion to approve of this meeting." You grab your shoes, quickly putting them on as you ignore Wyll's disapproval. You would make it right. You had to.

The ride to Mr. Ancunin's penthouse was quiet. The city traffic was mild and the cool air from Wyll's car kept you on edge. You wrap your cardigan around yourself tighter as you stare up at the tall buildings. When you agreed to date Wyll, you weren't thinking about the consequences of being a public figure's partner. Wyll Ravenguard, son of politician and general Ulder Ravenguard who was running for president. Gods, why did he have to be so handsome and down to earth?

Mr. Ancunin had to live in the glamorous building you had to have seen. On your own, the doorman would have told you to mind your business and stop loitering, but with Wyll, he gives the doorman an easy smile as they let him into the parking garage. You mumble to yourself about nepotism, feeling your stomach do flips. You never met Wyll's lawyer and you rehearse your apology. Sorry, I snooped in his files, sorry I said there was a loophole, sorry I said that Mizora was corrupt on a public forum and called for justice for Karlach and Death to Zariel.

Karlach told you she appreciated it, but you got too passionate. Wyll's job is at stake, and his public persona under his father too. All because you got too passionate and caring. When Wyll parks, he hurries to your side to open your door. He still has his warm smile as he brings your knuckles to his lips. "Don't worry, my love. All will be okay." You don't want to doubt him but there's a gnawing in your stomach that makes your palms sweat. You wipe your hands on your dress as you step out of the car.

Mr. Ancunin's home is very elegant and modern, not a mess to be found. He looks down at you, his glasses on the hilt of his nose as he raises a pale eyebrow. "Mr. Ravengard. You truly keep me on my toes. So does your little girlfriend." He waves his hand at you before letting you in.

Wyll keeps his hand on the small of your back as he smiles gratefully at his lawyer. "I appreciate it. I really do. So does General Ravengard."

Astarion's jaw tightens at the mention of Wyll's father, but he leads you both to his office. His desk is a dark mahogany that feels a bit dated with a modern black leather chair behind it, and his computer to the side with tabs open. You make out a Word document and an internet browser with the news plastering your face. You wince as you sit in the firm leather chair next to Wyll.

"You're lucky this will be an easy win as long as you two can behave." Astarion scoffs as he moves his computer in front of him. You feel like you're in the principal's office as he starts typing away. Wyll starts talking, but you tune him out, your mind racing. You just need to apologize and then everything will be done and over with right? Wyll reaches over and holds your hand gingerly in his hand. Astarion seems very annoyed as he continues to type, pushing up his glasses. You notice that his dark eyes aren't brown but a mesmerizing red.

You shift in your chair as you glance over at Wyll. He's so confident and professional. His whole life he's been trained for moments like this. You on the other hand fidget as you hope and pray that Wyll can handle it and that your meek apology for overstepping will make it all go away. To your surprise, Astarion doesn't even address you, his questions pointed towards Wyll. You trust in Wyll that he won't lie or make you look bad. He's so honest and earnest that you can tell Astarion is getting tired. You're making him work overtime anyway. You look around his nice office and figured he would be out and about enjoying the city this Friday evening.

Astarion clears his throat and Wyll squeezes your thigh. You blink, coming back to Earth. "Is there anything that you wanted to add, (Y/N)?" Astarion asks, his eyebrow raised. You shake your head no, giving him a shy smile before quickly adding, "I'm sorry for the chaos and confusion. I just wanted to speak about the injustices." Wyll winces and the corners of Astarion's lips turn downward.

"Thank you for that. You two are welcome to leave. This is plenty for me to work with. You should have the media and Mizora off your back by Monday." You both let out a sigh of relief and Wyll sits forward. "This calls for a celebration, I think."

Astarion smirks as he shrugs, "If this does go away and you two are officially off the hook, then we'll celebrate, Mr. Ravengard." You politely smile, still worried you may say something that will get disapproval from both again. "Of course. We'll be waiting by our phones awaiting the news, Mr. Ancunin." Astarion stands, chuckling. "Now, if you excuse me. I have plenty of emails to send."

You and Wyll spend the weekend down low, afraid that one slip-up would cause for another intervention with Wyll's dad or worse Mr. Ancunin. He seemed more intense since you at least think Mr. Ravengard likes you. Wyll is better at keeping his worries hidden as he continues with his routine, going to the gym, talking to his friends albeit on the phone rather than in person, and spending the evenings with you. You two spent Saturday night in bed and Sunday too nervous to have sex unsure about what Monday would bring.

Astarion calls Wyll in the morning when you two get ready to go to work. "They've accepted the terms so long as you two don't bring it up anymore." Wyll pulls away from the phone, muting it as he glances at you. "We have to for Karlach's sake."

Your nostrils flare wishing you could get better terms for your friend but you nod, not wanting to cause more discomfort for her. "That's amazing, Astarion. We should celebrate!" Astarion chuckles as he replies, "You two should do that."

"No, it's my treat. You helped us when you didn't have to." Wyll is so kind and genuine. You always admire him for that. Astarion sighs, "Well, as long as it's not too late. It is a Monday night and I have a lot of work I need to do since I was busy with you two." Wyll's warm smile is contagious as you find yourself smiling along, not wanting to spend time with Mr. Ancunin, but as long as it makes Wyll happy.

You choose a simple black dress as Wyll sticks with his business casual black button-down and black pants. Gods, if you only had more time, you would have jumped his bones, especially when he puts the matching jacket over your shoulders, his cologne still lingering. You make sure you give him bedroom eyes as you get in his car, letting your hand linger on his thigh as he drives. "This will be a quick thing, don't worry, (Y/N)," Wyll says, giving you a knowing smile.

You roll your eyes as you check your lipgloss. "You always say that but then it ends up being a networking thing for you and your dad." You hope it doesn't sound snarky as you quickly add, "But Astarion also will want to make it quick too since we're a handful."

Wyll nods, "We should be open to all opportunities tonight." You wonder what he means by that as you ride the whole way in silence.

The bar is not that busy as professionals usually don't drink on Mondays. You and Wyll arrive before Astarion and you find a small booth towards the back away from patrons. Wyll orders for you both, knowing what you like. You lean against him as you wait. Besides this little mishap, you don't know anything about Astarion. You hope he would be relatable and want to talk about something other than work. Wyll rubs a gentle pattern on your arm as the drinks arrive. "I hope he shows. It'd be embarrassing if we got all dressed up and he didn't come." Wyll jokes, though his usual smile is nowhere to be found.

You peck his cheek. "Of course he will. Your dad is a big client." You note as you see the silver-haired man come into the bar. Outside of his lawyer persona, he could be handsome, and charming. You see him at a place like this and feel lucky he chose you. You cringe at the thought as you take a sip of your drink, grateful Wyll knows you so well.

"The man of the hour." Wyll announces as he stands, shaking Astarion's hand. Astarion chuckles, rolling his eyes as he shakes Wyll's hand, reaching down to shake yours as well. "I just pulled a few strings of a couple of important people to make issues go away." Astarion states as he sits down across from you.

The waitress is quicker this time to the table to get Astarion's drink. You're right in that he has a certain aura around him that people are drawn in. You can even feel it on yourself as you drink more and stare at him. He orders an expensive red wine and the waitress leaves a bit flustered when he says he doesn't want any food. She didn't even offer that to you two. "So, do you always offer celebrations like this to all of the people who assist with cleaning up your problems?" Astarion asks, his eyes are intense.

Wyll's smile is easy as he nods, "Not usually with a drink, but you've been working hard, Mr. Ancunin, and we needed to relax. Seemed like a good excuse to get out of the house."

The waitress is so fast with Astarion's wine, it's almost startling. "Thank you dear," Astarion says, his voice almost a purr. She giggles as she asks if he needs anything else. You and Wyll share a look as Astarion says no. "Who knew you had such a pull on the ladies," You say cheekily once the woman is out of earshot.

Astarion rolls his eyes as he sniffs his wine. "I get who I can. And she may get lucky tonight." There's a sadness you can't place in his tone.

Wyll lifts his glass as he smirks, "We'll drink to that." His eyes soften as he takes a sip of the wine. "I won't lie to you two. I have neglected myself this weekend handling this issue."

"Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that." You frown, holding your cup in both of your hands as you lean forward, the dress dragging a bit lower to reveal your cleavage. It's on accident as you sit back to readjust, but Astarion's eyes still linger. "Is there anything we can do to help ease your pain?" Wyll asks.

An idea flickers in Astarion's eyes and he tuts. "Well, there is something, but it's far-fetched. I would require you both to trust me."

"Of course. We do," Wyll replies quickly, also leaning forward, his expression serious.

Astarion smirks as he sits back, "Maybe we should see how tonight goes."

You don't like that answer, glaring at him. "Why can't you tell us now?"

Astarion clears his throat before taking another sip of his wine. "Well, you two should know before you find out from someone else." He lowers his voice as he leans into the table. You lean in as well, glancing over at Wyll. "I have a special condition that requires a controversial substance."

"Weed? Acid? Coke? Heroin?" The list spills out of your head before you can stop yourself.

Wyll gives you an incredulous look while Astarion looks amused. "No, not that. Worse." You raise your eyebrow as you can't think of anything worse besides meth, but he seems too classy for a meth addict.

"Blood. I haven't been able to feed on anyone in a tenday." Your looks of shock do not surprise Astarion as he sighs, "I'm glad I was able to operate coherently as I did, but I can't go that long without blood."

"You're a vampire?" Wyll asks, trying to keep his voice low.

Astarion nods, sipping his wine. "That's one word for it. Blood deficiency is what I call it to keep people's alarms low." He laughs to himself. "But this is why I said we should see how the night goes because you're both looking at me like I've grown another head. I'm not like the ones on TV which are stereotypical at best, offensive at worse." He scoffs, his fangs more apparent.

You swallow hard as you glance at Wyll. You could say no. You have to say no.

"How much do you need?" Wyll asks instead, the goodness in him still shining through.

Astarion's eyes light up as he smiles. "Only just a bite. You'll barely notice that I took a sip."

You take a long drink of your alcohol, feeling the effects when you put the cup down. Expensive stuff increases the percentage in just a cup, you think as you sigh. "What's the worst that could happen? We give blood at the blood bank, so why not?" You say to Wyll, feeling the liquor loosen your tongue.

Wyll shrugs, "But we can change our mind if it's a bit too much."

Astarion nods as he scoots closer to you both. You feel claustrophobic in between them as Astarion rests his hand on your thigh. "Yes, I won't go further than you two want." You can tell he wants to kiss you both, but that waitress is still watching, waiting.

"We can go back to my place and see where this night goes." Astarion suggests. You both nod, flagging the waitress over as Wyll handles the tab.

Astarion's room is a contrast to his office, his bed a California king with soft white sheets and silvery patterns on the fluffy duvet. "Don't worry about getting it messy. It's seen plenty." Astarion says as you two get on the bed, watching him carefully. Wyll gently bites his lip, reaching for your hand. You wonder if he'll stop before anything happens, but Astarion approaches him first, their lips meeting. You're slightly jealous watching as Astarion kisses your partner. Wyll's grip on your hand tightens as he pulls you closer. You kiss his neck, hearing his moan muffled against Astarion's mouth. He lets go of your hand as Astarion comes for you next, his kiss more practiced than yours. You try your best to match his passion, feeling hands on your chest. The kiss isn't as long as Wyll's as Astarion returns his lips.

You watch as Wyll and Astarion's tongues intertwine, Astarion's hands massaging your chest through your thin dress, Wyll's hand running along Astarion's thigh. You moan softly, tugging your dress lower, giving both of them full access to yourself. Astarion pulls away as Wyll grabs your breast, his lips quickly wrapping around your nipple, making you squeal.

Astarion grabs your chin, leading you to kiss him. His lips are soft and inviting as your hand rests on Wyll's head, fingers running along his soft waves. He pulls back, turning to Astarion. "Is this what you do with all the people you bite?" He asks as he helps you out of your dress. You feel like both of them are overly dressed as you lie back on the soft bed in your panties, wondering which one will offer you their cock first and where.

Astarion chuckles as he presses kisses down your torso, burying his face between your thighs against your lacy panties. "Not often. You two are the first couple in a while. Both of you will satisfy me." He states as you squeal feeling his warm mouth against the fabric. Wyll smiles down at you as he undoes his pants. You watch with hungry eyes seeing the imprint of his member tighten in his underwear as he slips the pants off.

"As long as we don't tell anyone." Wyll adds, leaning down to kiss your moaning lips, your legs wrapping around Astarion's curly head. He lifts his head, pressing kisses along your inner thigh.

"Of course. We'll all sign NDAs once this is all over." He jokes as he slips your panties to the side, his tongue flat as he laps at you. You arch your back as your hands make quick work of Wyll's briefs, your hands wrapped around his thick cock. He tenses, the muscles on his stomach contracting as you stroke him.

You try to ignore Astarion as you glance up at Wyll, his handsome face looking towards the soft-lit ceiling as he bites his lip. Your brows furrow as Astarion suckles your clit, your mouth dropping. You bring Wyll's cock closer to your face, knowing your hands won't do much work as you start trembling.

Wyll leans down, tugging at your nipples as you slowly let his cock fill your mouth. You always love how he feels inside of your mouth, you never found yourself getting tired of sucking him off. Your tongue runs up and down his length before letting him go as far as you can take him, gagging slightly. Your hands rest on his thighs as your foot runs up and down Astarion's back, your hips rocking against his mouth.

Astarion pops his head up, slipping a finger into your hole. "That's not fair," He purrs as he watches you pleasure Wyll.

"What's not?" Wyll asks, trying to keep his voice even as you moan around his cock. "That you're handsome, rich, and have a perfect cock. I bet you'll even bottom for me." Astarion rolls his eyes before returning his tongue, the tip so sharp against your clit. You remove your mouth to cry out, digging your nails into Wyll's hips.

"I'm sure yours is also great Astarion. You're distracting (Y/N) though." He says, slightly pouting as he guides your mouth back, his fingers tugging on your hair as he takes over, ignoring your whimper around him, Astarion's fingers picking up speed.

He laughs softly as he removes his mouth. "She tastes glorious. I'm sure you two have lots of fun." He teases as he presses kisses on your panties, avoiding making you cry out again. You wish you could join their banter, but your brain goes to mush when Astarion leans up, his thrusts consistent as his mouth wraps around your nipple, his tongue flicking. You breathe heavily through your nose, glancing up at Wyll who grunts softly. You feel spit coat your chin, the moans getting lost by the wet noises between your thighs and your mouth.

"I think she's ready for you." Astarion states before gently nibbling your breasts, making you moan louder.

"Are you sure?" Wyll asks, glancing over at his lawyer, his hands now rubbing your clit. You rock your hips, trembling. You wonder who he pleases most of the time and how lucky they were. Sometimes you doubt how you can handle Wyll most of the time, so lucky to have him, but to have him and Astarion at the same time? You feel bad that your body would give out before they both get a turn.

"I want to see how good her mouth can be. She's making you look so delicious." He explains, bringing his fingers to his lips.

Wyll chuckles leaning down to kiss you quickly before going between your thighs. He unbuttons his shirt, tossing it on the floor. His fingers tug your panties down as Astarion takes Wyll's previous spot, also taking off his shirt. He isn't toned like Wyll, but you can see he works out sometimes from his arms. You're overwhelmed, unsure to look at Wyll who puts your thighs on either side of him before deciding to turn you over, deciding on where to look.

You look up at the pale vampire who smiles down at you. You undo his belt as you feel Wyll rub his cock between your cheeks, palming your ass. "You look very pretty like this," Astarion says to you, running his fingers gently through your hair as you try to keep your mind from scrambling more.

Astarion's cock isn't much different than Wyll's besides being uncut and not as girthy but makes up for it in length. Gods… You briefly imagine both of them inside of you and a shiver runs down your back as you feel Wyll pull back and the small rip of a wrapper. You don't waste any more time, bringing the cock to your lips. Astarion breathes heavily through his nostrils as you gently suck on his tip.

You roll your tongue along his tip pulling away as Wyll slowly thrusts in. You push your ass back towards him as he starts his pace, taking his time as he watches you struggle with sucking Astarion. "First-time threesome?" He asks as he gently pets your head.

You nod as you stroke him. "B-b-but I'll do my best to please you, Mr. Ancunin." You say, ignoring the pleasure that flushes your skin each time Wyll thrusts in. You run your tongue along Astarion's cock, his hand guiding you lower to his balls. You suck on them as your hand continues to stroke him, focusing on the tip. He thrusts into your hand, keeping you lower still. Wyll's hands grip your hips as he picks up his pace, grunting. Your toes curl as you clench around him.

"Does she come fast for you, Wyll?" Astarion asks breathily as you moan around his balls. Wyll chuckles as he spanks your ass hard.

"She does. Says my cock is the best she's ever had." Heat comes to your cheeks as they talk about you like you're not there. "She's struggling hard." Astarion notes as he finally lets you up, using your mouth for his pleasure. You moan around his cock as he continues to fuck your mouth, trying to match Wyll's pace as he fucks you hard, spanking you with every other stroke. "But she's a good girl who waits," Wyll states, gripping your ass hard as he spreads your cheeks, watching as your asshole contracts.

"Are you a good girl?" Astarion asks as he stuffs your mouth. You whine, trying to nod your head as he grips your head, enjoying the gagging that escapes your throat. You don't know how you're keeping yourself together now as Wyll hits your spot over and over, beckoning for you to come with each stroke, but you hold yourself back giving all your attention to Astarion's thrusting cock.

"Neither of you can come yet. I want the honors." Astarion states after a while. He pulls his cock, rubbing his length on your wet lips before sitting back, watching as Wyll pounds you into the soft bedsheets.

"Wyll, be a darling and suck me off. You can still fuck your girlfriend." He stands, bringing his member to Wyll's lips. You take the opportunity to grab a pillow to muffle your moans as Wyll is so close to bringing you to orgasm. You wish Astarion would just fuck you now so he could say he made you come.

Your nails dig into the pillow as Wyll slows just a bit, wet noises coming from his mouth. You turn your head slightly to watch as he glances up at Astarion, his lips perfectly positioned around Astarion's pink tip. You look away quickly, feeling yourself get even more turned on, your legs trembling.

"Don't you dare come, (Y/N)." Astarion growls as he watches. You squeeze your thighs together as you think of something else, not the way Wyll's lips look wrapped around Astarion's cock, the way his cock buries itself deep inside, your walls clenching around him. You think of Astarion's sharp teeth and their true purpose and somehow that turns you off enough to let Wyll continue to pommel your ass.

Wyll stops soon, laughing as he removes his mouth. "I can't come either. She's so wet." He comments giving you another smack. "Another few strokes and I'd be the one in trouble."

Astarion chuckles as he gets down. "Turn over, (Y/N). It's my turn." You're delighted at the words as you obey. You need to release. He kisses you quickly as Wyll sits back on the bed, "Can I watch so I don't get worked up?" His question is sweet and Astarion rolls his eyes. "Sure. You can also make it tough for (Y/N) too."

Wyll's eyes light up at the suggestion and you mentally curse him while you whine. "Make it tough?" You ask as Astarion reaches for a condom. "Of course. It's fun to make you wait for your orgasm." Astarion notes as he puts the protection on.

You flare your nostrils as Wyll lies next to you. "You're so pretty, baby. I'm glad I get to share how pretty you get when you're like this." You roll your eyes at Wyll's compliment as he tilts your head up towards him, Astarion pulling your hips closer. You break the kiss, and look into Astarion's red eyes as he slowly thrusts inside. You moan as Wyll slides his hand down between your legs, rubbing your swollen clit.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck you." You cry out, holding on to his shoulders as your legs wrap around Astarion's hips. Both of them chuckle as you become a moaning mess, closing your eyes tight as you clench around Astarion. Your stomach tightens as you try your best to not come instantly.

Wyll leans down, kissing your neck, resting his head against yours as you pant against his chest. "You're doing a good job taking his dick, baby. You made my fingers so wet already." Wyll whispers in your ear as his circular motions quicken, Astarion's strokes so deep and precise.

"Gods help me," is all you can say as you say as your legs tighten around Astarion's waist. Astarion laughs as he leans down, grabbing Wyll's firm ass.

"She's not gonna last." He comments, as your hips rock against him, breathing heavily.

"What should we do about that?" Wyll asks, his voice always so earnest. Astarion glances down as he pounds you into the bed, finding where you're most sensitive.

"Fuck her ass. I know she can't handle us like this, but imagine how she'll be with both of us?" His eyes dance as you continue to bury your face into Wyll's slightly sweaty chest. He chuckles as Astarion slows, "Lube is in my dresser."

Oh, he's serious.

You glance at Astarion, the madman. Wyll kisses you one last time before going to get the lube. "Yes sir." Once Wyll rolls off the bed, Astarion's arms scoop you up, making you cry out as he bounces you on his cock.

"You taste as sweet as you sound." Astarion teases as you bury your face in his neck, holding on for dear life. The sound of skin on skin fills the room with Wyll rummaging around to find the lube.

"Don't you come, darling? It's not time yet." He growls as his fingers dig into your ass. You curse as you glance over at Wyll.

"Hurry up!" You cry, the faith in yourself to behave and not make a mess on Astarion's cock as the new angle has his cock nestled against your g-spot. Wyll laughs as he shakes his head. "You hear how close she is, Astarion?" Wyll asks as he returns to the bed with the little bottle. Astarion leans down, pressing kisses against your sweaty neck.

"Absolutely. I think I'll bite her once you're in." He purrs as he leans back slightly as you cry out, feeling Wyll rest behind you. You try to relax as Astarion slows, sucking on your sensitive skin. It's going to hurt no doubt. You've been bitten before, but not for blood, to feed.

You feel Wyll press his now-slicked cock against your puckered hole as Astarion stops, allowing Wyll to fill you. You tense, his thick shaft hot as he stretches your hole.

Your mouth drops open, a scream catching in your throat as Wyll lets you rest your back against him, his hands massaging your chest. Astarion smirks as he leans forward, picking up his pace as you struggle against Wyll in your ass. Your mouths meet as he holds your legs higher.

Wyll groans as he ruts against you, twisting and massaging your nipples as your body contracts around both of their cocks. You close your eyes tight, your body heating up as Astarion pulls away, peppering kisses down your neck.

"Be prepared for a gush, my dear Prince. Biting tends to make people..." He pauses to kiss your neck again, grinding his hips as flush as he can as you toss your head back against Wyll's shoulder. "In rapture."

Wyll's arms flex around you, expecting the worst as he rocks his hips. You're getting used to his girth in his angle now that Astarion slows down, kissing your neck and getting you ready for whatever a vampire bite feels like.

His teeth are like hot icicles sinking into your skin like butter. The scream that erupts from your body seems otherwordly as Wyll holds you still, blood running down your neck and collarbones as Astarion's thrust is languid. You close your eyes tight, feeling lightheaded. His mouth is warm as he continues to feed, moaning as warm gushes of blood fill his mouth. Your arms that wrapped around his shoulders start to go limp. How much did he need?

Wyll also slows as your breathing shallows, Astarion showing no signs of stopping. "Hey Boss, I think that's enough," Wyll says pushing Astarion off.

Astarion's pupils are blown as he leans back, taking in the sight of you barely holding on to consciousness and Wyll's suddenly sobered-up look of concern. Astarion laughs as he licks the blood that runs down your neck, hiking your legs up again as he picks up his pace, harder this time, arousing more moans from your lips.

"I'm sorry pets. It's been a while since I've had someone as tasty (Y/N)." He says as he licks his lips, leaning forward to kiss Wyll. Wyll hesitates before kissing him back, your blood still on Astarion's tongue. You watch them through half-lidded eyes, trying to regain your energy as your torture continues.

Wyll curses under his breath as he pushes you towards Astarion, his thrusts fast, your body barely able to catch up. "Yes, pound her. Oh Gods, feel how she clenches around us." Astarion purrs, holding you up as you withstand Wyll's brutal pounding, your cries echoing through the penthouse. Wyll's hand clutches your breast and the other slides down to your hips as your ass smacks against him until he moans, holding himself still. You hold on to Astarion tight until Wyll finally pulls out, shaking his head. "Fuck, my love..."

He rests on the bed as Astarion also pulls out, resting you back on the bed. You're slightly annoyed that the bite isn't as erotic as you thought, not making you orgasm, but you hide it by kissing your sweetheart with the look of bliss on his face.

Astarion isn't eluded like Wyll, getting him cleaned up by removing the condom and handing him a towel. "You should get your girlfriend off," Astarion says with a wink as he throws the condoms away. Your eyes widen as you shake your head.

"I think I need a nap." You reply quickly, trying not to make sudden movements. He rolls his eyes, returning to the bed, pulling your hips back to him as he leans down. Wyll sits up, watching, raising his eyebrow. "You didn't do enough, Astarion?" There's a slight edge to his voice, that he plays off with a smile.

"I don't think we did enough," Astarion says, kissing your ass before burying his tongue between them, your moan slipping out before you can catch yourself. Wyll watches, sighing as he guides your hand back to his cock. "Then we'll have to start again," Wyll says after a moment, guiding your face up to his.

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Aqua, Akane & Chapter 98

I had a lot of thoughts about Chapter 97 and I've got almost as many about Chapter 98. No theories though, this is just the way I personally read their interactions this chapter lol

First thing that stood out to me is how recurrent this bridge is in Aqua and Akane's big scenes.

The way they have been saving each other over and over in this very bridge is remarkable, and I'm fully expecting them to have another big scene there if Aka chooses to go down the AquaKane route.

The second thing that stood out to me is the face Aqua makes when Akane says that she thought someone pushed her down the stairs.

It's like Aqua is seeing a preview of what could happen to Akane if he allows her to keep getting involved in his revenge. It makes him beg her to stop doing dangerous things (and we recently saw him beg Ruby to stop living her life for revenge in c122).

In my c97 thoughts, I said that I feel like Akane's wording and demeanor last chapter gave away the fact that she found Aqua's dad.

I feel like c98 indirectly validates that reading, because we now see Aqua's give away the fact that he knows what Akane is up to.

In both cases, Aqua and Akane read each other like a book because they have come to know each other too well. And so, Aqua knows that Akane is about to figure out just how he managed to get there in time.

Aqua's expression here is important because we can't see his face when he begs Akane to stay safe, but we can at least see the aftermath. To me he looks sad, contrite. And the placement of the speech bubble suggests that his expression also has a lot to do with what is about to happen.

You're really sharp, Akane

This panel is one of my favorites:

Akane's sharpness is a trait Aqua has always valued in her, and now it's one of the reasons he has to walk away from her. The irony is likely not lost on him.

That pause is Aqua getting ready to act emotionless. After this point, he will only show emotion once.

It also tells me that in Chapter 97 Aqua did already know that Akane was aware of the loophole. After all, in Chapter 95, Ichigo reminds Aqua that he is smart enough to realize his dad is still alive. Since Akane is so sharp, it goes without saying that such a thing wouldn't have been lost on her.

The GPS

I have to pause here because something that broke my disbelief while reading was... how could Akane immediately tell that the tracker was in the keychain? I know she's sharp but she's no sorceress lol

Only thing that makes sense to me is assuming that the keychain was a gift from Aqua. I feel this would explain why Akane zeroes it on it right away. However, I think the actual reason is that Aka literally came up with it on the spot and we aren't supposed to think that deeply about it lmao Same goes for Aqua being able to guess Kamiki's identity based on Akane's movements. Like all we see Akane do is a) meet up with fellow Lala Lai troupers b) cross a bridge. How in the world was that enough for Aqua to narrow it down to Kamiki? Either I'm missing something, or Aka just wanted to move things along asap without bothering with the details 😂

I digress though! In any case, I know that the tracker was a deal breaker for a lot of people. Personally, it changes nothing for me because of the time period in which he planted it. Aqua says that he installed it "some time" after LoveNow ended, and the fact that he doesn't say "Some time after Tokyo Blade started" or anything along those lines suggests that it did happen before the play.

Which means, it happened back when Aqua did intend to use Akane. But the thing is, he never gets around to using her the way he intended to.

Case in point, he himself says that he thought Akane "may be able to find something out". Except he gives her the information she needs only after he thinks his revenge is already over lol

For me the actual question is when does Aqua start using that GPS?

Technically, it should be anywhere between Chapter 95 and Chapter 98, so it is possible that Aqua was already using it by Chapter 97 and that when he calls Akane, he has already been tracking her. His "Are you up to something?" can indeed lend credence to this theory depending on how you read it.

Personally though, I can't help but think that he started using it after Chapter 97. The reason being that by the beginning of Chapter 97, Aqua has every reason to guess Akane is already aware of the loophole, but he has little reason to believe Akane has found his dad. I'd argue that Akane being aware of the loophole isn't enough reason for Aqua to start using the GPS; she has been aware of it for an entire year, starting to use the GPS wouldn't change anything at that point. Their phone-call, however, does let Aqua know that Akane has likely found his dad and that she is up to something, so it gives Aqua enough reasons to start tracking her.

Regardless of when it happened, I think the GPS ironically serves to establish a clear contrast between the kind of relationship Aqua intended to have with Akane and the kind of relationship they ended up having. The GPS was there so he could use Akane as a tool, yet the GPS ends up being a tool so he can free Akane from his revenge.

That's just me as a reader, though. Akane as a character is very much bothered by the GPS and I loved every second of it.

Trust & Choices

I have to thank Aka for letting Akane explain her perspective to antis not that they will listen. It's not that Akane "is fine" being Aqua's "pet" or "his property". She very much isn't.

It's that Aqua has never made her feel that way before now. The moment when Aqua could have lied to her to string her along, Akane asks him to be honest and Aqua complies.

He doesn't tell her that he wants to use her for something, sure, but what he does say is enough for Akane to read between the lines. Akane chooses to go along with it because she trusts Aqua's intentions. Since Aqua is inherently a good, kind person, Akane trusts him and wants to help him.

So the GPS shakes Akane for two reasons. On one hand, this is the first time she hasn't had a choice in her relationship with Aqua. I'd even go as far as saying that "Choices" are part of the very foundation of their dynamic.

Back when Akane was lost, Aqua didn't push his own wants and expectations onto her. He let her make her own choice, and once she did, Aqua did everything in his power to help her. I turn, Akane tries to do the same for him throughout their relationship, but this is probably a topic for another day lol

The point is, when it comes to Aqua, Akane has been deciding for herself all along. Aqua kisses her to trap her in a relationship with him, yet confesses that he doesn't see her as a woman and thus that their relationship is fake; Akane chooses to become his girlfriend fully knowing this. Later, Aqua confesses that there is someone he wants to kill and Akane chooses to help him. Lastly, Aqua kisses her for real and Akane chooses to date him.

Each time, Akane could have walked away. Each time, Akane chooses to get closer to Aqua instead. This is why she says that if Aqua had just asked her, she would've been fine with the GPS—because she trusts him. All she asks is that he trust her in turn—and Akane believes that he does, until now.

That's the second reason why she is so distraught over this. Since Aqua plants it without asking her and doesn't come clean about it while they're dating, Akane feels like she got it wrong.

Equals

Aqua can't even look her in the eye while saying that lmao

Akane thought that she had an equal relationship with Aqua, one based on trust (and choices). As far as I'm concerned, she is right. She was (and is) his match in every sense of the word, whether intellectually or emotionally.

But it wouldn't be in Aqua's best interests to correct her. After all, he needs to walk away from Akane. The less she thinks of him and of their relationship, the better. So, he focuses on exposing Akane's contradiction instead.

Akane says that she would have helped him in any way, but would she? Now that she knows that Aqua desperately craves freedom and that his revenge would ruin him, would Akane have allowed him to pursue it?

Her thoughts and actions betray the fact that she wouldn't have wanted Aqua to choose revenge, which brings me to:

What exactly was Akane planning to do?

Given her thoughts here, it doesn't feel like Akane is focusing on what she is about to do but on the aftermath. She says that she was just planning to talk to Kamiki and that she brought the knife "just in case", and I think this may very well be the truth.

But, the thing is... that shows Akane wasn't thinking straight.

I have no doubt that being able to talk to him would've let Akane gauge the kind of person Kamiki is, but... what then? Would she just walk away, leaving a literal knife in that bouquet of flowers for him to find? That makes no sense. Was she planning to egg him on enough that he would attack her, giving her the excuse to act in self-defense? That makes more sense, but it's also a terrible plan. Anything could have gone wrong. To say Akane was being reckless would be an understatement.

Whatever it was that she was thinking of doing, she clearly didn't think it through. She was as blinded as Aqua once was by his desire to be free of his revenge. In her haste, Akane doesn't stop to think about herself and her own well-being.

Which ironically means that she misses the forest for the trees.

Because Aqua would break if something were to happen to her, even more so if he is the indirect cause of her misfortune.

Contradiction

Since Akane won't prioritize herself over Aqua, Aqua takes himself out of the equation.

Akane wants to be together with Aqua, but she'd rather shoulder his burdens on her own than seeing him suffer. Aqua wants to be together with Akane (he says so himself, he doesn't want to let go of the days when she's by his side), but he'd rather shoulder his burdens on his own than putting her in danger.

This is both funny and sad, he really isn't suited for revenge lol Aqua could have walked away, could have let Akane have that last, terrible impression of him. But he doesn't. He once again asks Akane to stop doing dangerous things, looking sad while he is at it—the second time he can't help but show emotion during their conversation.

And now it's Akane's turn to point out the way his words are at odd with his actions.

Akane made herself into the perfect tool for his revenge, all on her own. Not only is she brilliant enough to find his dad for him, she is willing to throw herself into the lion's den for him. She is even willing to potentially kill for him.

And yet, Aqua walks away from her because he can't bear the thought of Akane putting herself in danger. This alone proves that he doesn't see her as a tool.

Aqua didn't want her to carry his burden, he just wanted her to be there by his side.

Akane desperately tries to fix her mistake, to fulfill the promise of companionship that she once made him, but it's too late and she knows it.

She knows that Aqua is about to ruin himself by pursuing his revenge, and she is willing to ruin herself right alongside him just so he doesn't have to be alone, but Aqua won't let her.

After all, not letting his girlfriend die is a boyfriend's job.

Black Stars

By saying that he plans to go to hell by himself, Aqua confirms Akane's worst fears: he has taken a wrong turn. He is turning his back on happiness and freedom—on the future—and chaining himself to the lonely, bitter path of revenge—to his past.

You took a wrong turn, Akane tells him. I know, Aqua confirms as he turns away from her.

The imagery is poignant, as so is the fact that Aqua only gets his black stars after turning his back on Akane. This right here is what stood out the most to me in this chapter, because Aqua doesn't get his black stars after finding out that his father is alive—he gets them only after walking away from Akane!

Why? Because as he says so himself, his happy days were by her side. The moment Aqua walks away from her, he is knowingly giving up on the naive thought of being happy.

This is extremely important—or at least, good writing says that it should be, even more so in light of all the parallels between the way Ruby gets her Black Stars and the way Aqua gets his—and it suggest that Akane may get her wish just yet.

She desperately wanted to save him, but she went about it the wrong way. If she had told him that she found Kamiki, there is a chance they could've worked together to catch him. But Akane messed up by taking the burden upon herself instead of giving herself the weight and importance Aqua himself gives her... and now Aqua is messing up by refusing to give his life any worth and by taking the weight of revenge squarely upon his shoulders.

It's also important to note that Aqua isn't choosing revenge because he wants to, but because he feels that he has to. He feels like he has no choice.

It makes sense. After all, he has come to realize that even if he tries to go on with his life, the people he loves will try to take revenge in his stead. Ruby. Akane. Even Ichigo.

So Aqua decides to doom himself and only himself.

To wrap this up, I can't help but to bring up the chapter title, "Going Astray". After all, Akane in this chapter represents all the good Aqua is walking away from in order to choose revenge.

So all in all, I feel like the stage is set up for Aqua to be saved from this burden—and for Akane to (hopefully) play a big role in making this possible.

#aqua hoshino #akane kurokawa #kurokawa akane #aquakane #aquaka #my aquakane meta #this week has been so busy I had to leave some stuff out because I just didn't have enough time #so glad I could finally talk about this chapter though this and 97 are probably my favorites

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spoilers for asc thunder

i'm gonna make a bigger post later but i just finished thunder and i have Thoughts TM i need to share rq

1. SunNight is still 100% an ace4ace relationship. like they love each other but they're both, sunbeam especially, is so ace-coded. and lets be real up until this book (and even through this book bc it didn't focus on nightsun *together*) nightheart had a stronger on-page relationship with bayshine. nightbay was more romantically coded than nightsun

2. i'm so upset that the cats frost found weren't warriorclan like you don't understand i am Devastated we don't get to see them again

2a. i'm now absolutely gonna rewrite the second half of asc to have the park cats be warriorclan and for monkeystar to become riverclan's new leader

3. berryheart get rekt

4. ivypool bossbabe deputy you've earned it sweetie

5. nightheart. i love you. you're still very much an asshole and i love you for it. i don't want you to lose that after you have your character arc. i love how aside from his relationship with frostpaw his entire presence was just "i miss my wife :("

5a. nightheart and frostpaw 🥺🥺🥺 their friendship has me Weak. when they tease each other while playing find the shell 🥺🥺🥺

5b. nightheart falling in the pool was incredible. i also loved how his friends Immediately (literally day 2 of her being there) started telling her embarassing stories about nightheart. and you just know they told her All of them while he was gone. bc you know the scrungle, he's probably got a thousand just from his apprenticeship alone

6. sunbeammmmmmm girlie escaped her mom i'm so proud of her. i love that finch and spark stood up for her and became family

6a. tbh i think it was the best case scenario that sun did her trials with night gone. without him she got to experience thunderclan through her own eyes and form a relationship with her in-laws without him sulking in the background lmao

7. did i mention how much i miss warriorclan

8. i Adored how tawny reacted to hearing about bramble retiring. that scene had me weak 🥺

9. we stan puddleshine in this house. mans really lied to karenheart and said "yeah i'll kick tiger out" just to point out a loophole go off baby ily

10. i miss warriorclan

#this turned into a more indepth post than i planned whoops #asc spoilers #asc thunder spoilers #warrior cats #asc thunder #sunbeam #nightheart #frostpaw #warriorclan #op is starved for warriorclan content #sunbeam is asexual #that is all

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divorcingjimmatthews · 4 months

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Long Day's Journey Into The Night - Pilot Screenplay vs Final Episode! (Part I)

So, as some of you may remember, last year I found this screenplay for the pilot episode of the show and shared some tidbits concerning Jade as it was pretty shocking to learn his character was seemingly completely reworked last minute ("Jade Herrera" is an 18 year old girl in the screenplay while everything else in the episode stays largely the same!). I thought I could delve deeper this time and read the screenplay as I re-watch the final version of the episode, highlighting any interesting bits for y'all along the way. Long post ahead.

I know basically nothing about how TV shows are made so if I say something stupid please forgive me I'm trying my best.

The Logo

The logo from the the screenplay uses a rather generic modern font, but it's pretty interesting that it's sliced down the middle. I wonder why they'd choose that gimmick of all things to represent the show? The font used in the final version definitely fits the vibes of the town (that "don't open - dead inside" warning comes to mind), but it gives nothing away beyond that.

Boyd & The Town

The opening scene regarding Boyd and the town stays largely the same, except for the mention of Boyd wearing an uniform rather than his staple outfit that we've come to know and love. Also, there is no mention of the bell.

The Diner

Notably, the owner of the diner is referred to as a "he", and Sara is not shown during the show's opening sequence at all. In the final version, as we know, we meet Sara (and we are also introduced to the talismans) right after we meet Boyd.

Kenny, Kristi & The Clinic

The scene with Kenny's dad is largely the same, but Kenny and his dad are Vietnamese instead of Chinese and Chinese-American in the screenplay.

I thought I'd also highlight this cute description of this moment since we're at it!

Colony House

Largely the same. I love Boyd checking on Ellis and Fatima with his binoculars. LMAO, my mom would.

The Night Falls

I actually love the little detail with the cattle growing restless as the night falls! It's missing from the final version. Also... Boyd used to have his own house.

Lauren & Meagan

I kind of love how this bit is described. Tap, tap, tap. Reading "soothing whispers fill the air" feels a lot creepier to me than actually hearing the "sweet" old lady in the final version of the scene, but it might just be a matter of taste.

Also, there was a mention of a monster hand banging loudly on the window by the front door. (I hit the image limit so you'll just have to believe me.)

The Matthews Family

A lot was cut from the Matthews' introduction! In this earlier version of the story, they were travelling on a regular van and staying in motels, while in the final version as we know they summed it all up neatly into an RV, saving on quite a few transition scenes.

Also, we were robbed of some Norman and Harold lines. Enjoy Julie's director cut below.

Personally I believe there is some meaning to the puppet story because, well, I've watched shows and movies before and it's normally significant when they do a show-within-a-show. But we've also got the Cromenockle in FROM so... I don't know. Ethan mentions that he "saw the lake of tears" while he was unconscious after the crash, so I do have to wonder if we will ever get to see it and if we will also see these "fairies" there.

The Matthews intro scene actually drags on for quite a long while in the screenplay and has a lot more lines. This line by Tabitha about just rewriting what happened felt significant. In the end, though, the conclusion is the same. She finds the "loophole" through which Norman can't be dead because monsters aren't real and the scene finally ends there.

Also, this bit comes later on (after they've already asked for directions and been sent back on the road) but look at that. No divorce plot, and Jim putting the blame on himself. In the final version of the episode, it's actually Jim who starts reminiscing about the past with a hopeful look in his eyes only for Tabitha to cut him off with a cold "don't do that".

Father Khatri

The lines and general character stay the same, but... we get Father Kelly instead. I'm guessing the ethnicity and name changes were all decided with the final casting choices. I really can't imagine a different cast, it's so weird to think about! Reading the script really made me appreciate the final version we got even more.

I'd ask if you guys want a part 2 but you know damn well I'm gonna start writing it as soon as I hit post (I could barely even get to Sara and Jade before hitting image limit and they're the ones I want to talk about the most!!)

#epix from #from epix #from 2022 #from mgm #from mgm+#long post #theories #pilot screenplay

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monty-glasses-roxy · 3 months

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Been talking about Roxy being cute and nice a lot lately. I just wanna say she's petty as hell, causes trouble on purpose for funsies, will absolutely throw hands if a competition gets too heated or just cause she can, absolutely vicious with her words if pushed, destructive as all fuck, and does not need another excuse to punch Freddy so hard his head falls off.

She's literally banned for life from Fazerblast she and Freddy hate eachother that much and Freddy is notorious for never banning anyone for more than a day at most. Roxy has seen the inside of Fazerblast a whole two times ever. To be fair, she hates cheaters and unfair games so with her fancy eyes, she wouldn't feel comfortable playing when she has such an unfair advantage she can't switch off, but that's not the point. Their beef is so bad that Glitchtrap fucking bails on Freddy whenever Roxy catches them luring a kid because he doesn't want to get his shit kicked in while she has way too much fun doing it. It's on sight. No fucks given.

Roxy is the bane of the managers and the staffs existence. Unless the rules make sense to Roxy, she's not following them for shit. What gets them is that the higher ups really like Roxy for some fucking reason, and by that, I mean her misbehaving makes them money. She was pre-programmed to play acoustic guitar, violin, and the drums. She was primarily meant to be the band's drummer but this motherfucker found an old ass keytar in the dusty as basement and fell in love with it. Showed up to her debut, too late for anyone to have a chance to stop her, and played keytar instead. Literally kept deliberately stealing the spotlight to give herself a solo or to drag out the song a little bit longer, she had an absolute blast with it and because the audience loved it, she fucking got away with it.

If literally any of the others had done that, they're convinced they would have got in such big trouble they'd be at risk of getting scrapped. Yet they're currently watching the staff hastily swap Roxy's art and posters for new ones without the drums like it was totally fine what she just did. And she never stops doing it! The others start to join in with it, but god damn that's frustrating at first, even more so when she refuses to stick to the script for five fucking seconds.

She's sworn in front of kids a good few times too. Wise enough not to do it in front of parents though, but it has happened and she's barely got a slap on the wrist for it. The higher ups don't really like when she ignores the pass system and takes kids into attractions they don't have a pass for without charging them, but it's only one or two every so often it's fiiiinnneeee... Bonnie did that one time and they had a real go at him though and she couldn't help but laugh about it cause haha lmao sucks to be him sounds like he did it wrong smh what an amateur!!

She's the king of getting away with shit. She'll find a loophole to anything she doesn't agree with, make her own rules, or just straight up not get caught. She's also the king of never letting anything go ever. If you wrong her, she will not let it go until justice has been served you mark her fucking words.

She's also a pretty sneaky lil shit. She's the fastest in the Plex, can see through walls and has the perks being a guard dog to Mimic gives her too. If she doesn't want to be found, well shit, she's just gone and no one has any idea where to. Completely vanished. Is she even still in the Plex? Who fucking knows!

Prides herself on being able to find anything and anyone in the building just you fucking watch. So long as it's in the Plex, she can find it. Don't ever doubt her on this. She will not hesitate to prove it. She loves showing off too much to let it slide, she will bet her life on being able to find shit and while sometimes it does take her a while, she's yet to meet her match.

The manager was threatening to scrap her one time when she was feeling particularly ballsy after she'd done something actually serious, and she really did bet her life on being able to find something. This fucker didn't believe anyone could be that fucking stupid, and given how much trouble she causes, it would be nice to kick her down a peg... She found the prototype drummer Roxy figurine he asked for within the hour. And then a plushie of one of the much older Bonnie animatronics within a day. And then a discontinued arcade cabinet his daughter wanted to play within the week. Like god damn she was not joking whadda hell. She's so fucking smug about it too like god. Whadda hell.

There's so much more to say about her there's just so many elements to her personality I could do this all day lmao

#fnaf security breach #roxanne wolf #i talk so much about her being good and cute and as fiercely loyal as can be #but she's also a little bit dense. proud and petty as hell shdhis #these are the multitudes of roxy lmao #long post

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[fic: double-blind] what might it look like if Peter had taken Extremis? What sort of personality traits, morals, abilities would be respectively amplified or suppressed? What might SIM!Tony and Extremis!Peter's relationship have looked like (would there be mutual attraction or would they hate each other, or something else)? What might non-Extremis Tony (meaning, he had never taken Extremis) and Extremis!Peter's relationship have looked like? And what would the relationship between post-Extremis Tony and Extremis!Peter look like, meaning that Tony has the knowledge and memory of what he/SIM Tony is capable of but no longer the capacity?

This is such a long and complicated meta question, so thank you for your time, whenever you get the chance to answer this!

[[🐻ursa interlude🐻

Extremis!Peter: hmmm well, like Tony's megalomania still filtered itself through the self-serving excuse of an "altruistic" desire to ~take care of people~ I think Peter would still want to be Spider-man and "help" people! But his intentions would become a lot more wrathful, with more focus on hunting down and "punishing" criminals than genuinely being about preventing/mitigating harm.

Basically, if faced with the classic "nyeheheh spider-man, you can either save allll these people and let me get away, or let them die and catch me!" situation, he would catch the villain rather than save the people, lmao. He would also be a lot more confident/self-assured as Peter as well as Spider-man– I think the outward changes would be a lot more obvious for him than Tony, just because Peter suddenly being a confident-to-the-point-of-arrogance live-out-loud type would be a much bigger shift!

SIM!Tony and Extremis!Peter: oh this is the ideal for SIM, haha. (And was his actual plan, though he wouldn't have anticipated the changes to Peter's personality– until he found out that Peter already had a healing factor as Spider-man, he was going to inject Peter with Extremis to keep him safe from the compound released into the water supply.)

Peter would have the same "everyone else is inferior 💖except my dad💖" mental loophole that Tony does about Peter, and he would totally buy the "short-term crime for long-term utopia" plan once they knew each other's identities! (I'd say that things would get potentially very nasty before that point, but honestly egotistical Extremis!Peter would probably not be nearly as careful about safeguarding his identity, so Tony would figure it out before they had the chance to fuck each other up too bad lmao.)

So following that… their mutual obsession with each other would dovetail very nicely, haha. SIM would 100% get his "ruling the world from the shadows with my son-lover-queen at my side" fantasy and they would have a great time. There might be some bumps in the beginning when Peter's own ego rankled under Tony's paternalism but if anything I think Tony would come around to seeing this version of Peter as a legitimate equal, so they would get it sorted out pretty quickly. Happily ever after in awful toxic tooth-rotting villainous love!

Extremis!Peter and normal Tony: WOOF. Well, again, I think Tony would figure out Spider-man's identity pretty quickly, since even as non-Iron Man he would have reason to be curious about the vigilante causing just as much collateral damage as he was fixing, and he would have already noticed the changes in Peter's behavior.

Their interactions would be a mess. Peter would initially be enthusiastic about Tony knowing (because he wouldn't think he was doing anything wrong, obvs!) and would be disappointed and put out when Tony was horrified instead. I could see things going a couple different ways– Peter begrudgingly agreeing to be more careful if it would smooth things over with his dad, Peter forcing the point by challenging Tony on what he was actually going to do to stop Peter if Peter refused to change his ways (I don't know the answer to that question and neither would Tony lmao,) Tony cottoning on quickly that something had to have changed Peter for him to be acting like this and essentially deciding to play nice/supportive while he investigated what it was…

It would be a whole THING. And yes, I do think Peter's obsessive feelings towards Tony would take that sexual/romantic bent even without Extremis!Tony there to put the thought in his head just because, well, when you only accept one other person on the planet as being your near-equal…!! Which would be its own fucked-up dynamic that Tony would have to navigate once he caught on. Yikes!

Extremis!Peter and cured!Tony: if anything this would probably be easier for Tony to manage on the Peter side of things if not on his own "coping with what he did under the influence of Extremis" side of things! He would be able to better anticipate how Peter thought/worked to be able to manipulate him into a position where he could administer some kind of cure. But then, you know, he would have to contend with all the original consequences of SIM!Tony's actions on top of the new horrors of what he and Peter would've gotten up to as a team, so… still yikes!!

(A THOUGHT: I don't know that Tony would allow things to happen this way but it's hot to think about: reverse of the original fic where Extremis!Peter comes on to either normal or somehow-cured Tony, Tony plays along as a ploy to get into a position where he could inject Peter with a cure, but… Peter's enhanced and Tony's not, so Tony is too slow for Peter not to catch him in the act, Peter gets rid of the cure, and then he keeps right on going with the sex. 🥰)

tl;dr: yikes all around]]

#fic: double blind #meta #ursa interlude:#thank you for all the questions friendssss 😭💖💖💖#and I promise I am still thinking about all the multiverse questions haha!#they're easy to do as meta questions but not if I want to do a skit so I'm thinkin' on 'em

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inksolate · 10 months

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"I'm no longer a candidate. I have no lives left." - q!Etoiles

A loophole has been found lmao

#qsmp #qsmp liveblog #qsmp etoiles #/rp as a reminder :)

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pestiwit · 2 years

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Guess who is back!

That’s right, it’s me! For real, thank you for your kindness about my unintended delay, I think I just needed a break while I focused on other things.

But anyways!! CATCHUP TIME

I love this, actually

He took the info he was given and found a GLARING LOOPHOLE to how the story worked, and took it.

He has been searching this whole time, and hasn’t found anyone, and he is stretching out his time.

He calls himself an unreliable narrator, which is indeed a storytelling choice... And I wonder if that’s why he calls himself a bad person. Because he considers himself UNRELIABLE.

HAHAHA SMITE LMAO

Put this on my tombstone I’m DYING

But she gets it. After all this, she understands

And she wants to know why he told her! I am curious too! Also what is up with the star!

Oh. Oh no. They are not safe here. Their little refuge is falling around them, as all safe bastions will eventually do in an apocalypse.

One last chance. Hero, our hero, is It. Which from a meta perspective makes sense. This is the story that is being TOLD. To us. A satisfying story is one with stakes, one with a real ending.

Would we be happy with a story told about a middle hero, one on the timeline who got very far but failed, and RGB promised “don’t worry. more will come after this one.” and walked off and that was the end for the audience?

I don’t personally think so.

I think, but giving us this snapshot view into a longer-running story, our viewership has cemented this as the climactic end. Fun!

Weird pull but I always love the end of the world shown as red and glowing like that. I drew a frame for a PMV that... was framed and colored similar to this. Funny how that goes, it’s really neat! Also love how the falling stars parallel actual world ending level events irl, like meteor or asteroid strikes.

Negative’s roses are on the top right on the wall. I think Hero on the Idea is a bit below that.

... He is crying. Our beloved emotionally constipated TV man is crying.

And so is Hero

And. RGB apologizes

I feel that this is a huge moment. He finally, finally says that. At the beginning, none of us could imagine him actually saying sorry but now he HAS. He has always cared, always been hurt by every failure no matter what he says. He’s an unreliable narrator, he puts on a cavalier attitude but that’s not the truth. It never has been. He’s always cared. And now... with nothing to lose emotions-wise... He allows himself to show it.

This time, if they fail, he will not be around to feel sad about it.

Also take this:

#tpoh #tpoh update #tpoh spoilers #the property of hate #tpoh rgb #tpoh hero #WAUGH THEY ARE BOTH TALKING AND CRYING #VERRRY GOOD UPDATE AAAAAA #again sorry it took me this long #i just. have a different hyperfixation now and wanted to focus more on that #i will always always adore tpoh #nothing will change tha

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latenightgasstationwalk · 8 months

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One time when I was in like 3rd grade the principal pulled me into a room and screamed in my face like a drill Sargent because I couldn’t hold still while we were in line to go on stage and preform a Christmas choir bullshit thing that I wanted no part in because I knew my parents weren’t able to come so it just felt like a huge waste of time to me. He got big big BIG mad, because as soon as he was done screaming at me, all I said was: “you’re dumb”

I was forced to preform in the dumb Christmas thing, but I did not sing, I only moved my mouth like I was singing.

Same principal who encouraged my parents to put me on aderall and scolded me in front of my entire class multiple times for not being able to eat. Because that totally doesn’t make you feel like a freak, if you don’t already, on account of being the only kid in your class that HAS to be on mini-meth pills to help you focus.

My 3rd grade teacher also made fun of me in front of my entire class for being on aderall, after she (along with my principal) grilled my mother about putting me on said aderall. I went home and told my mom about it and she immediately got in the car and took me to the school and went BIG MODE on this woman. I was outside the classroom but I could hear her going ape Shit on her. My mom was gettin thug in that elementary school. Love that woman. (Incase you’re curious She called on me to answer a question and I wasn’t sure where we were in the book and she said “wow did you take your pill this morning? I know you need it. You need all the help you can get” even my bad little Ass was like wooooow okay you can’t say that to me lmao)

My 8th grade music teacher made us all take a guitar class, this was some time before I had taken an interest in playing music, we all had to preform in front of the class. We could chose between smoke on the water, Elenor Rigby or some other song I don’t remember. I very foolishly chose Elenor Rigby over smoke on the water and totally ate shit in front of the class. She gave me a D (like verbally, in front of the whole class of course, everyone else got their grade in private. But not the freak. He exists to entertain us) and then Stated aloud “that’s okay Jay, you’re just not cut out for music”

Shows what she knows. I Fucking rip at the guitar now. What now miss Thomas, Whatchu guna say now, yeah that’s right you got nothin. *poorly plays cliffs of dover*

One time when I was in high school my best friend overdosed on purpose in an attempt to take his own life, and the SECRETARY, not a teacher, for no reason walked up to me after school and said “you’re a bad friend. I’d never let my friend do something like that” and I was literally like “😦” like. What the Fuck do you even say to that he didn’t even take them at school. I wasn’t FUCKING THERE WHEN HE DID IT YOU DORK.

One time, also in high school, I found a super useful truancy loophole. If you got sent home, they couldn’t send you a truancy ticket. But coincidentally, if you were seen on your phone they’d confiscate it. But if you refused to give them your phone they’d send you to the office. Where you would once again be asked to turn over your phone. If you said no again they’d send you home. So of course I’d just be texting all first period until someone told me to stop and then I’d just leave. Free truancy.

One time, also in high school, I got in trouble for peeing on the building during gym class, but I got away with it by insisting “it was an emergency”

One time in middle school some kid dumped an entire Dr. Pepper on the audio mixing board in the auditorium. It literally wasn’t me. They (principal, vice principal, and the janitor for some reason) walked right up to me during lunch and said that I did it. I had no idea what they were even talking about. I hadn’t even been in the auditorium at this point as it was like the 2nd week of school. They all pulled me into the office and tried to force me to confess to breaking “a $5000 piece of equipment” and I just kept stone walling them and saying it wasn’t me because I knew they had no proof because I DIDNT FUCKING DO IT. They eventually let me go, because they couldn’t prove that I did it, because I didn’t do it.

This other time in middle school, I dumped a whole Dr Pepper on this dumb audio mixing board thing

This other other time, also in middle school, we were given a project where we were supposed to do online research on a celebrity or historical figure and write an essay on their life and accomplishments. I couldn’t decide on who to pick, so I asked my aunt to help me out, she was a huge Elvis fan so she recommended him. I was like “sure okay” and wrote this big ass thing about Elvis’s life and everything and read it infront of the whole class. Every one was snickering at me the entire time but I had no idea why. Until I got done reading the essay and the teacher revealed to me that not only were we assigned people to do the report on, but the project was black history month themed, I don’t think I need to even explain the irony in doing an entire report on Elvis for a black history month themed project. (She was cool and gave me a D instead of an instant fail, which would have been totally understandable)

Also worth mentioning that by 4th grade I could barely see in front of my own face because of my dog shit vision and my parents refused to by me glasses because I kept breaking them. I didn’t get another pair of glasses until my first job when I turned 18. So for alot of these stories I’m also like legally blind.

This other time, when I was in the juvenile detention center, I was sitting in my teachers chair doing an impression of him to make the other kids laugh, because he wasn’t in the room. Except he was in the room. And these teachers can hit you. He like clotheslined me out of the chair and dragged me around by my neck screaming “YOU THINK THATS FUCKING FUNNY??” I didn’t say anything because, between the lack of airflow to my lungs and the crazed laughter, I couldn’t talk at all.

Same year at the same place, they we’re giving kids from one of the high schools in the area a tour of the facility, for some reason. And I once again got grabbed by my neck and dragged into a room and screamed at because I walked by 2 girls from the high school and said “hey ladies :)” what a terrible terrible child I was.

I was ASKED to stop showing up to school my sophomore year. Which I gladly agreed too.

My school experience was so whack.

#school stories

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yeenybeanies · 1 year

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A Break From the Surface

HOO it's been like two months since i posted that preview lmao. let's get this up here for y'all. repost from my patreon! a request for callan & odessa!! i love them v much -uwu- it's not exactly what was asked for, but i still enjoyed writing it OCs | callan & odessa kovalev 2,491 words no warnings thanks for reading!! reblogs > likes!! patreon ✨ ko-fi

Odessa didn’t take many days off. Sure, she got them regularly, as was required by her union and her contract. Everyone got days off. But Odessa struggled with doing nothing. She was an engineer on a ship, and there was always work to be done.

Her folks back home would constantly tell her that working did not count as a hobby, and that she needed to find something else to occupy herself on her off days. “You’re going to work yourself to death, Des!” they’d tell her.

Well, she wasn’t dead yet.

But today, she was actually trying to not work. Callan’s idea. Odessa waited on a bench in the busy atrium. She fidgeted with her hands and her exosuit. It was all she could do to keep from pulling up work files on her U-tool. She’d promised Callan that she wouldn’t.

Well, technically, she’d promised him that she wouldn’t work while she was with him. He wasn’t here yet…

No. Odessa shook her head. No loopholes. She wanted this break. She did.

Besides, it was always nice to hang out with Callan. Odessa found herself wanting to be around her fellow upper-deck engineers less and less every week. After Moyle’s threat, she just didn’t feel safe around them.

She might live on the upper decks, but she was a creature of the belly at heart. She’d been thinking about putting in a request to move quarters down there…

“Dessa!” called the familiar voice. Odessa looked up, searching for the face to match. She found him quickly—he was the tallest being in the atrium—and met his grin with a soft smile of her own. As soon as he was near enough, one of his tentacles slipped around her and lifted her up to his level. She adjusted easily, perfectly comfortable in his hold.

“Good morning,” she greeted warmly. A hand stroked the tendril holding her. “You were awfully cryptic with your plans for the day. Care to fill me in beyond ‘bring your exosuit’?”

Callan brought Odessa to sit on his shoulder, that tentacle loose around her to hold her in place. He started walking, headed for one of the trams. “Nope,” he said simply.

“You’re not wearing an exosuit,” she noted, glancing down at his attire. He was wearing what he always wore: a pair of messy cargo pants. No shirt, no shoes. Odessa suspected that he wouldn’t wear the pants either, were it not required of him. “So I’m gonna guess that we’re going somewhere underwater. The reservoir?”

The giant lifted a brow and regarded her with a sidelong look. A chuckle rumbled deep within his chest. “Aw, I should’a known better than to try and surprise you. You’re too smart for me.”

Odessa snorted. “Hardly.” Callan was objectively one of the most brilliant people on this ship. He was just as smart, if not smarter, than her. He was just more modest about it. “I’m sure I’ll be plenty surprised. I’ve not been to the reservoir on this ship.”

“Then not all is lost,” he said, ever cheeky.

At the tram station, an announcement overhead declared that exosuits were to be worn for non-amphibious species. With the press of a button, Odessa’s helmet sprang up from her collar and enclosed her head. On her HUD, her vitals and oxygen supply popped up, but she waved them away for now. Callan watched her with a twinkle in his eye, his pupils relaxed in a friendly oval shape.

It was a little funny. She knew that he had vertical pupils, but they never narrowed into slits when he looked at her. They always rounded out into those ovals.

“What?” she asked. “You’re staring. Is something on my helmet?”

“Hm? Naw, I was just thinkin’ how cute you look in your li’l suit.” With gentleness that never ceased to amaze her, he lightly tapped the side of her helmet with the top of a claw. “You ought’a grow some gills, Bite-size.”

A blush bloomed across her cheeks at the nickname. It was by no means the first time he'd called her that, but it still managed to quicken her heart. She wondered if he could still feel her pulse through her exosuit.

She waved the digit away. “Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” she said, tone dry, but amused.

The tram came soon after the announcement. Callan stepped into one of the cars and stood in the section meant for larger folk. Several of his free tentacles wrapped around the support poles, solidly rooting him in place. It was always fascinating to witness just how strong those things were; Callan didn't move at all when the tram lurched forward.

Not long into their ride, the tram slowed as it approached the reservoir. Odessa watched the windows as the water level rose past them. She knew what was to come, but it didn't stop her nerves from spiking when the car itself started to rapidly flood. She tensed, fighting back the urge to climb to higher ground. Callan, sensing her unease, brought his hand to cover her lap.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m right here. Nothin’s gonna hurt ya.”

Logically, Odessa knew that her suit’s SCUBA system would kick in once she was submerged. The water wouldn't even touch her skin, let alone her lungs. She’d been underwater before; it just always made her nervous at first. She held onto one of Callan’s knuckles, silently appreciative of his support. “I'm good. Bad time to mention that I can't really swim?”

Callan snorted. The water was at his waist, and rising by the second. “Good thing you got a propulsion system on you,” he said. “Not that you'll need it. I’m a great swimmer.”

Of course he was. His species was amphibious. They came from an ocean planet. She was safe with him.

But knowing this didn't stop her from flinching when the water reached her boots. She squeezed her eyes shut, turned into Callan’s jaw, and waited for the car to fill up. She felt the weightlessness overcome her, and felt Callan hold her down.

A light nudge from his chin made Odessa open her eyes again. He took her into his hand and brought her around to face him. His hands… they always felt more intimate than the tentacles.

Callan gestured to the side of his head, motioning where Odessa’s U-tool was. Underwater, his tentacles flared up all around him like a tangled crown. They twitched and wriggled, almost pattern-like…

Again, he gestured to her U-tool. Odessa brought up her HUD, and it automatically started translating.

“—Cannot speak to you normally, but I can still hear you. You understand this?” The text flashed before her eyes.

“Uh! Oh—okay. Got it. Yeah.” Tentacle sign language. She’d read somewhere that this was how his kind primarily communicated underwater.

“Take a breath with me,” Callan said. “Calm you down.”

Odessa nodded. With his free hand, Callan motioned to inhale. He puffed his chest out to guide her, and she followed suit. She didn’t expect his exhale to come out in a cloud of bubbles, though. The sudden—but logical—emptying of his lungs made Odessa laugh, which surprised the both of them.

“What is so funny?” Callan asked.

God, this translator made him sound so stilted. She was used to his drawl, his contractions, his slang. That made Odessa giggle as well. “Nothing. Just never seen you underwater before. Makes you look different.”

Callan pulled his tentacles in close to his body, looking suddenly sheepish. “I am not scaring you, am I?”

“What? No, no—” Odessa waved her hands— “not at all! If anything, you're keeping me sane.” She patted the thumb around her waist. “Now you look cute.”

That seemed to catch Callan off guard. She wasn’t lying, though; while seeing him with his tentacles all spread out did make him look bigger (and a bit more menacing), it was nice to see him in his natural state. He looked free like this, unburdened by the ship’s gravity.

At their station, they disembarked. Callan held Odessa with his hands as he swam, keeping her close to his chest. From her angle, she couldn’t quite see how he was propelling himself. It didn’t look like he was kicking his feet, like she would expect.

“Callan.” He glanced down at her inquisitively. “How do you swim?”

“Jets. Water goes in trough my gills, and out through holes in my back.”

Ah. So he had a built-in underwater jetpack. That was pretty neat.

Odessa turned her attention to their surroundings. All around them, a myriad of aquatic beings swam and scuttled about their business. There were a good number of terrestrial species down here, too, each of them donning exosuits. It surprised Odessa just how much noise there was. She’d expected it to be relatively quiet, but she could hear chatter in the crowd, and even some music.

A large shadow appeared overhead, startling a small gasp from her. Callan chuckled, bubbles spilling from his nose and mouth. Above them, a truly massive being swam. Their name and species popped up on her U-tool—a species she’d never heard of before.

“I thought you were pretty much as big as it got on this ship,” she said. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the being. They truly dwarfed Callan in size. They had an eel-like body, their long tail undulating side-to-side in a languid rhythm. She measured their length from nose to tail tip to be around a hundred twenty feet long.

“On land, yes,” Callan said, “but down here, not even close.”

There weren’t just giants down here, either. Once the leviathan-like being was gone, Odessa noticed a group of tiny beings down on the floor. They sported hard carapaces, reminiscent of crustaceans in Odessa’s mind. Their species was another unknown to her.

There were transparent tubes throughout the ship for many of these beings to traverse to spaces outside of the reservoir, but Odessa had only ever seen the more common aquatic beings using them. She had no idea that there was such a diverse spread of other beings down in the reservoir, or on this ship, for that matter.

This was like going down into the belly for the first time again—only not nearly as dark.

“This is so cool,” she breathed. She wasn’t sure if she would ever get used to the flooding trams, but she could see herself coming down here more often. Surely she could find ways to be useful here, too. Engineers were always helpful to have around. And she could get underwater tools—

Stop! No thinking about work!

“Want to show you something,” Callan said, pulling her from her thoughts. He turned down a corridor. Where he was bringing her, she hadn’t the faintest idea. The reservoir might as well have been an entirely new planet, as far as she was concerned. Her suit registered rising water temperatures the further they went—nothing dramatic, but a noticeable jump of a couple degrees.

Callan paused at the door at the end of the corridor, and smiled down at Odessa. “Ready?”

She could only shrug. “Don’t know what for, but yeah.”

The door slid open, revealing a truly spectacular scene. Spanning out in a wide, open space was a reef teeming with life. Odessa’s jaw dropped. It was all artificial, surely, but it looked incredibly convincing. Colorful structures resembling coral and kelp sprouted from just about every surface of the room.

“What is this place…?” Odessa asked. She felt almost breathless as she took in the spectacle.

“Recreational area. I thought you would like it.” Slowly, Callan descended into the reef, towards larger structures clearly meant for beings his size.

“Wait—why does—” Odessa whipped her head around, trying to take the whole area in. Her brows pinched together. “Our rec room is a minimalist white space. The reservoir gets a tropical reef?” It wasn’t a criticism of the reservoir, of course, but of the organization they worked for. It also came as a surprise; Odessa wouldn’t expect this from the Journeys Corps, a notoriously “standard species”-favoring organization.

“Good unions,” Callan explained. “Lots of waterfolk need something like this to stay happy. Healthy.” His feet touched down on one of the flat, plateau-like coral structures. His hand loosened around Odessa, giving her a bit of warning before he pulled it away entirely. Much like a stone, she immediately sank down to the coral, and landed with a soft grunt.

Good unions, hunh? Maybe she ought to try to get along with her peers better, then they could get their union to build them some enrichment like this.

Or she could rally the belly. If anyone needed better conditions, it was them.

Callan crouched down, his shadow falling over her. She craned her neck to look him in the eye. Here, under the dancing lights that filtered through the water column, the rust-colored freckles and bands that decorated his skin seemed to glow. “I like to come here sometimes,” he said, “when I’m feeling stressed. It reminds me of home. Somewhat.”

Odessa’s brows shot up. Outside of when he’d gotten sick and collapsed, she’d never seen the giant show any signs of stress. Of course, he had to get stressed out sometimes—everyone did in the Corps—but it was hard for her to imagine such a laid-back guy like Callan to get bothered. Seeing him without a smile or a grin was weird enough as it was, on the rare occasions when it did happen.

“‘Somewhat’?” she repeated.

Callan settled down on his knees, his tentacles floating, relaxed around him.. “Where I come from, we stay down deeper, usually. It is darker and colder. Not like this.” He turned his eyes to the reef around them, looking it over fondly. “But this is nice. I like it here.”

Odessa sat down next to Callan and followed his gaze. “I’ve heard stories of the reefs on Earth. I wonder if they’re like this.”

“Never been?”

“Nope. Never been to Earth at all.” It wasn’t necessarily an unusual thing; humans were one of the most prolific species among the stars, so plenty of them had never been back to their mother planet. “Honestly, I don’t know much about Earth at all.”

Callan hummed thoughtfully. A tentacle snaked behind Odessa and coiled loosely around her. “Maybe someday you should go.”

Odessa shrugged. “Maybe. I dunno. Not sure I’d fit in.” Hell, she already didn’t fit in with the space-faring humans. Perhaps it was her pessimism talking, but she doubted she would fare well with homeworld humans.

“I would go,” Callan said. Odessa glanced up at him, lips pursed. For a long moment, she was silent.

“Well,” she said finally, “if you went, then maybe I would too.” That could be fun. “If only to fistfight anyone that tried to be rude to you for being an alien.”

A snort came from Callan, releasing more bubbles from his lungs.

#g/t #g/t writing #g/t fiction #monster boyfriend #(kinda. they're getting there)#callan #odessa kovalev #hyena writes #hyena ocs #these two. are so cute. i adore them

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chronicbeans · 11 months

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Headcanons about my HL OC!

First thing to know, I have one main oc that I sometimes put in other universes. She's like the typical favorite child of mine out of all the OC's lmao. So whenever I am hyper-fixating on a series or game, I put a different version of her in there. She does have her own full story though, but that isn't important for the Heilwald stuff.

This is a long ass explanation. It's the curse of being a fanfic writer as I tried to make it as short as possible yet failed BADLY.

So for the Heilwald Loophole AU: -Her name is Laura (REDACTED). She's 12, just going into her teens, and is the loophole buddy of the player! -She sadly has gotten a huge part of amnesia after the loophole appeared. Why and how no one knows. -She calls herself Heartlock most of the time and thanks to the part amnesia, she thinks it's her last name. Somehow nobody could figure out what it actually is or couldn't tell her. -She kind of has a punk, laid-back energy. She's also chaotic and feral as shit. -She has a few cusses in her sleeves, and just somebody screaming "Language!" won't do much.

-Speaking of language, she's Dutch and can speak English! She's bad at Deutch lmao, which makes her stay at the Klinikum even more chaotic. (She only wants to learn German cuss words to piss Randolph off which causes her to become buddies with the chef) -Her outfit doesn't matter (aka haven't figured it out yet) but she does have a necklace around her neck with a plectrum hanging on it. Although she doesn't remember a lot of her past, she knows that this triangle is the most important thing she possesses. She also loves to dress in black and pink and has upper-arm-length dark brown hair with a braid in front of her ear. -She knows she can play the guitar, but where the guitar is, she's not allowed in. -Doesn't come into the bathhouse. -Backstory in only a few sentences: Had a family with parents and brother. Family died (first brother and mother, later on, the dad). (Older) brother was the one who taught her from young on how to play the guitar. After her family died she had nowhere else to go, until they found out she had a grandfather her dad didn't have contact with anymore whom she never met. They asked him if he would want to take care of her and he accepts, making her move to the Heilwald Klinikum (Surprise, surprise, the old chief is her grandpa.) -This also means she saw the Klinikum before Randolph arrived. Meaning she bonded with a lot of people and saw how most of them changed into horrible things. -She was the entertainer of the patients, playing her guitar in the cafeteria and sometimes hanging around in the patient's rooms on request. -She's closest with Nurse Helene and Astrid. -She also has her own space in the chief's office/room as she was his relative. She could do whatever she pleases, as long as she let the chief do his job once treating a patient. -Only a few staff members know she's the grandaughter of their chief.

With Player: -The first time Player meets her is when he runs away from Randolph. They will run into each other when Player opens a door as she leads him to someplace to hide when Randolph gets close. The next time he sees her is when she's drawing at a table in an unused office where he thanks her for helping him and making an agreement that she will join him. (She sees potential in him to break the loophole after he managed to sedate Randolph)

-She will be the humor break throughout all the horror. Making sarcastic jokes and y'know, being a literal child like she is. Sometimes during peaceful walks where there aren't any dangers around she'll tell some things about the hospital and the staff, including stories from the past and the present. Just like the trash collector's thoughts. She speaks more mysteriously about Randolph and more warmly about the nurses (Mainly Astrid and Helene).

-As she has a bit of amnesia about who she fully is, she will have a moment where she'll remember her true self after going together with the Player (her breaking in) into Hauser's places. Her guitar was stolen found by Hauser and taken to the attic a few months ago. When she gets the urge to hold the guitar she also gets the urge to play a little. When she does play a few chords, she'll find that something feels missing. Once she notices the plectrum around her neck, she undoes it from the necklace and holds it up in the air, ready to strike the strings, only to get huge parts of her memory back and know her real name and why she's here.

-I don't remember where this stuff is from, but one time the Player got knocked out, and instead of going through a loophole he kept lying on the ground passed out. He wakes up with Heartlock by his side and asks her why she does it and all she says is. "You got knocked down BAD, so I just lied down with you so you wouldn't feel embarrassed. She kicked your ass hard though. I've been lying here for at least 20 minutes!"

-Sadly for her story, she will die in the end. I'd like to think the Player tries multiple attempts to save her from her demise by trying different tactics and places to loop too but still fails to do so. She will be killed by a mutant after leading it away from the Player who's in trouble, saving him. She knew he would be the one to end the loophole, and knowing she had nothing to go to after the loophole ended, she decided to sacrifice herself for the others. The last time before the player leaves her corpse, he lays down beside her, as a call back to the "You passed out and I don't want you to be embarrassed" moment.

-The loophole he goes in then is one of the last ones, before the dental stuff happens. Something happens in the hole, and he wakes up in Randolph's area. Surprisingly, Randolph isn't there to greet him at the door. The only thing he finds there is Heartlock's plectrum lying on the same table she drew at on their first proper meeting. He takes it with him as a lucky charm before going to Helene and the dental place.

Headcanons of Heartlock with Randolph cus they have such a fun dynamic (I included a few headcanons of you and other HL writers.:

-They have this kind of hate-like dynamic.

-"What's with this sassy… lost child?"

-Has no idea she's his former chief's relative as there are no notes to be found about her, only that she's an important patient that has a permanent stay until reaching proper adult age. The workers who know her very well also don't tell him about it as they don't trust him.

-She disliked this guy's guts upon first meeting him. She also isn't sure if he had something to do with her grandfather resigning, but at first, she's wary of him.

-Warming up was hard from both sides. Randolph wasn't used to a hyper child walking into his office and making themselves at home, yet once he told her (a few weeks in) to get out he started missing the usual background noise of her shuffling around or humming a tune.

-Although he is now the chief of the place, he still allows her to have her space in the chief's office although she doesn't go there often anymore. (Unknoweling showing that he likes her presence.

-First tried to discipline her to stop cursing, only to realize after some time that didn't do shit and started cursing himself around her.

-She sometimes assists him out of her own free will, like asking if he wanted something to drink when she's going to walk around for a moment. Beware though, if she's pissed off at him you can 100% expect it to be a salty drink.

-She jokes around a lot with him and her current goal is to hear him actually laugh. For now, after 4 whole months, she managed to get a slight chuckle out of him which he still denies till this day.

-Is one of the only few people to be allowed to call him by his first name.

-At one point Randolph wants to stab her with a syringe and on the other hand he would crush your jaw if you lay the wrong hand on her.

-Randolph is the reason she's not allowed to go into Hauser's place anymore. She tried getting her guitar back so many times but every time he put it somewhere else. Once having enough of it, Hauser told Randolph that she was vandalizing his place and should be banned. It worked and she still has a grudge against Randolph because of it.

-Heartlock loves surprise-hugging people, especially aggressive ones. This goes on once they are further in their bonding progress. She once tried to surprise hug him from behind, only to get jabbed in the neck with a syringe. She immediately bolted out of the room to yell out to the closest nurse to catch her as she didn't want Randolph to do it (Not that he would lmao).

After that incident, she didn't speak to Randolph for two full weeks and did pranks on him to annoy him even more. Like wetting a few documents so he has to redo them, replacing sugar with salt for his coffee, etc. He ends up begrudgingly apologizing to her but also warned her to speak up before hugging him from behind, to which she replied that it would not be a surprise hug anymore if she had to yell before taking action. They're still figuring this one out but right now, she hasn't given him a hug yet. And seeing her hug all the other staff (before their mutation took place), made Randolph feel quite sour.

-During the downfall of the Klinikum, she hit depression. As if her family's death wasn't enough, seeing this place fall and the patients slowly getting neglected started breaking her spirits. From faking her smile whilst entertaining people, to fully giving up on entertaining at all she now roams the halls out of pure boredom.

-They don't get into a father-daughter bond but his way of grounding her is placing her in the padded cell for a few hours. She doesn't go insane though, but thanks to sweetly convincing Nurse Anne to let her keep her drawing supplies, she drew over the walls to make it easier to cope with her alone time. And to make it easier for future patients. They somehow failed to get the scribbles off the walls. Randolph never made a comment about it.

-Also when it's her turn for checking up on dental care, Randolph takes good care of her. Like, normally checking it without any jaw pressure therapies. Other people have to suffer though.

-She has blackmail from Randolph thanks to being located close to the office. (I headcanon that there must be a secret room somewhere close to the chief's office where she can slack off to which is close to next his office, making her sometimes see and overhear certain things.

-Probably started a rumor that Randolph is somehow gay and everyone has heard that rumor at least twice. Guy can't do shit to stop that rumor though as he couldn't land any bitches.

-I'd like to think before Randolph's mutation began and Heartlock dies, she excuses herself from the Player before he enters the Bathhouse to talk to Randolph. They meet up and she tells him how she truly feels about him and what he's done to the place. Telling him he's become a monster for making this loophole happen and that she's now stuck with it, seeing her only chance of freedom as literal death, basically stating a hidden depression lingering back there. After saying she hopes the Player wins and tells Randolph her real name after remembering it, she leaves him be to return to the Player. Randolph got himself stuck in a room after that and only loud screams followed after. He has no idea that she died until he saw the plectrum in the player's hand before falling into the loophole.

-It is said about her that she was the only spark of light the hospital had left of happiness and hope. After she was found dead, a few lights in the hospital dimmed. But the loophole light got brighter.

If you have any questions, just ask lol! I'd love to hear more about your OC Jackson soon as well. (If you have anything more to tell about him that is) Wondering if those two would meet they'd get along?

OMG I LOVE HER SO MUCH! Such a chaotic small child. Lol

Idk why but I can just imagine Jackson and Laura running from one of the staff members who speak in German while chasing the player, with Laura responding in a horribly pronounced German curse word, and Jackson just screaming "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY ARE SAYING AND THAT MAKES IT SCARIER!!!"

Anyways, as payment for this lovely information, here is some more information about Jackson:

Jackson gets tired extremely easily. This, combined with him being extremely light, results in him being extremely easy for a staff member to just pluck off of the floor and run off with. Like, if you push him he will just fall over, that's how light he is. It is really concerning.

Jackson doesn't understand basically anything in German besides "I don't speak German." "Can you speak English?" "Hello" "Good afternoon" "Help me" and "kiss me". He only learned the last phrase because a girl in highschool spoke German, and he wanted to shoot his shot (didn't succeed, sadly. Got water thrown at him). However, sometimes he mixes the phrases up whenever he gets really scared, which results in him saying "kiss me" at random instead of like... "Hello" or something. Almost got knocked out at the Oktoberfest because of this. Also, probably got pinned down by Dr. Randolph at one point, tried to scream "Help me" so the player would help, only to scream "Kiss me". Caused Dr. Randolph to pause for a second, extremely concerned and confused as to why the man he just threatened to remove the liver of is now screaming at him to kiss him, which gave Jackson the chance to literally slip away due to his scrawny self just crawling out of his grasp. Jackson learned nothing from that encounter besides the fact that screaming "Kiss me" to enemies might be a good tactic in fight or flight scenarios. (New fear response unlocked: flirt)

Jackson loves mashed potatoes and squash because they are easy for him to eat and filling. He has a hard time eating anything involving meat due to it being a coarse food, but he does so, anyway. He is allergic to carrots, apples, cherries, and a bunch of other foods, but is completely unaware of it, due to the reactions being more internal (causing damage to the esophagus without an easily noticable reaction, thus making food more difficult to eat overtime), so he eats them because he likes the taste.

Jackson has a slight avoidance of food. He will eat at least twice a day, but he sometimes decides to forego eating, even when hungry, due to it being painful to swallow. He does indulge in a lot of food whenever there is something easy to swallow or food that is just too tasty to pass up. Another time when he will eat a lot of holidays, because he feels he would be out of place or impolite if he doesn't. This has resulted in times when he was little where others at parties would, half-jokingly and half-concerned, ask if he was being starved at home. Just imagine a scrawny little kid chowing down on 12 plates of mashed potatoes with melted cheese at a Christmas party, then you might get the concern.

He would also vehemently refuse going into the bathhouse. He would take one step in their, see Dr. Wolfram, then back the hell outta there. He would be way too embarrassed by just walking into a room with a shirtless man, because poor Jackson is bisexual and in denial, and it would just startle him so badly. Also add the fact that he is like... In a completely different country, so he is extremely unsure if walking into a bathhouse at a hospital and seeing the aqua therapy instructor in nothing but their swimsuit is normal, and he is too embarrassed to ask questions.

Jackson is probably going to survive. Not without a few mental scars, but he will survive.

#the heilwald loophole #the heilwald loophole ocs #info dump

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hel-phoenyx · 4 months

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LMAO I FOUND THE LOOPHOLE

I killed all of Cazador's spawn before him to stop his buffs (unneccesary but hey)

So when we get to the point when Astarion has to choose

He doesn't???

He can't?

He just kills him no persuasion check needed???

(I'm not sure I appreciate this rp wise but honestly I don't wanna start that fight again without killing the spawn even to let him have the choice soooooo guess Astarion couldn't do the ritual and still treats me like I persuaded him not to)

#hel is talking #bg3 spoilers #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #hel's world in bg3

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haliaiii · 8 months

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tell us more abt sam and val plsplspls they are the backbone of our society i love hearing abt them

ofc ofc!! i love talking about them lmao

The story itself is called Retrograde and Sam and Val are the two main characters!

(Brace yourself it's kinda long!)

Val:

Personality wise he's pretty reserved, doesn't really say much unless needed, he's more open with people he's close to

Though he may look moody, he's actually just awkward

Currently he's working as a bounty hunter to pay his rent and keep the license but really it's just a title and he just goes around accepting odd jobs that pay him

He doesn't kill people so he instead chooses to beat them up real bad and turn them in

Val isn't his real name, it's just a nickname. Barely anyone knows his real name aside from one or two people.

Doesn't have the best past (original i know but its plot relevant) but he's working through his mistakes and trying to make amends with himself and others

He was found drifting in the river on the verge of death but was miraculously revived by a doctor who ran a small clinic nearby

He got into bounty hunting because he could get a license that works as a valid form of id so he can rent an apartment and have a bank account while also being able to hide his identity (loopholes)

His eyes are actually not normal and are in fact a genetic condition he was born with! He gets a lotta stares and comments for it but he doesn't really care atp

Actually ridiculously good at dancing, he won a lot of competitions for ballroom dancing when he was in highschool and he could've gone professional if it weren't for certain other reasons

Because of his weirdly unique talent, he's really agile which makes him good at close hand combat

He's the one who drives both him and Sam around because he's the only one who has a hoverbike and can drive

Things he likes:

Ballet performances

The spicy shrimp noodles from his favorite thai restaurant

Cheesy romcoms (a secret)

Cats

Driving his hoverbike 30 miles above the speed limit

Things he doesn't like

Fire

Large crowds

Bugs (especially spiders)

People who don't respond to text messages

Messy eaters

Sam:

He's gonna have a longer description cause he's pretty plot relevant for the beginning

He's a pretty easy going guy, in many ways the opposite Val

Easy to get along with, most of the time he's pretty chill so he doesn't find it too hard to talk to people

Not really an extrovert tho, somewhere in the middle but still social if that makes sense

Val found him in an underground cave sleeping in a pod like thing while on a bounty

Somehow he managed to open the pod and wake Sam up, only to find out he has no recollection of anything that's happened to him nor who he is or his name

They decided to call him 'Sam' for now because it was printed on the tag hanging from his left ear

The last thing Sam remembers before waking up is a giant flash and burning buildings

Based on the weird room, sleeping pod, and the weird suit he's wearing, the two figure out that Sam's been asleep for a lot longer than he thought (more than 500 years)

He's actually from the Previous Era, which was an old civilization a lot more technologically advanced than the Current Era but was destroyed by a cataclysmic explosion (wonder what caused it?)

So Sam is technically many many years old atp but is still mentally the same age as Val

As you can guess he doesn't really take this very well

Turns out there was another pod next to Sam's pod that's been opened meaning that he may not be alone

Sam decides he wants to recover his lost memories and find out what happened to him and also find the person in the other pod, or at least what happened to them

Since he has no idea what the current era is like he enlists Val's help in exchange for helping him pay his rent.

He decides to keep his true identity a secret to not draw attention

He's actually really good at fighting and can hold up with Val pretty well so the two become partners

He's got these strange metal implants inside him, the most visible one around his neck which he's a bit self conscious about.

He doesn't know why it's there but it might have something to do with the blue ring above his head

The halo only turns off when he sleeps/lies down but seems to be above his head no matter what (he doesn't like it cause it draws a lot of attention)

His eyes are really unnatural and actually glow in the dark, another thing that freaks him out

His hair is naturally coral pink and not dyed (which is also a bit strange but not as much as the other things in his opinion)

Sam can't really read well, he's not sure if it's because he never learnt to read or the language has changed so much since he went to sleep, he's also not great at math

Kinda thanks to this he's also not great at budgeting and sometimes spends a lot of money on useless things that piques his interest (which causes him and val to do more bounties, much to val's dismay)

Even though he can be kind of an idiot sometimes, he does his best to fix his mistakes and make it up to people

Weapon of choice is dual guns!

Things he likes:

Sweet drinks (he's got a bad addiction to boba, milkshakes, and smoothies)

Arcade games (sucks at the fighting games but really good at rhythm games)

Astronomy (he knows nearly every constellation and its position by memory, it's kinda scary)

Action movies

Things he doesn't like:

Needles

Narrow hallways and closed spaces

Horror movies

Bugs (they're both screwed i know)

Some other fun facts !!

They live together in Val's apartment, they alternate sleeping on the couch and bed since Val felt bad

Even though Val said he'd only help Sam if he helped pay his rent, he actually didn't mind helping him for free and only added that because Sam insisted

Val is the only one who can cook out of the two, however that doesn't mean he's good at it, so they usually just order out most of the time

The world they live in is a mix between futuristic and post apocalyptic, yeah there's still technology but it's not as great as it was before

Part of this was because after the collapse of the previous era, rebuilding took a crazy long time and there was a big power struggle until the current government took control

There was a 4 year long civil war that happened and ended around 5 years before Sam woke up

There's currently a large supply shortage so for the past few decades so some technology has regressed

Their world is technically an alternate universe of our world, the divergent point happened around the late 1940s, I could go into it more but it's not that plot relevant but it is the reason they don't have a lot of today's modern technology despite it being many years into the future

#ok man that was long #sorry i kinda started infodumping there 😭#can you tell ive been keeping this story in my head for 4 years now-#whether sam and val end up as romantic interests depends on how i want the story to go tbh #they work either way #romantically or platonically #ngl if they got into a relationship i don't think they'd change-#maybe this is cause i've never been romantically attracted to anyone so i don't really know how to write romance well 😔#but if you wanna ship them go for it! i don't see why not #hopefully i can put out a comic of them so people can see what they're like #they've been in a few of my most recent animations if you can spot them lol #ty for asking tho <33 i loved writing all this #i never get the chance to just talk about them bc i feel embarassed 😭#original character #oc #oc lore #haliai ask #retrograde ask #retrograde

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