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linddzz · 3 months

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Here an assortment of Facts About Morpheus in the Red Flags AU. Where I'm starting to lean more towards the version where they meet and are already into each other before the ""Fake Date"" Incident:

-Jessamy is the raven he took care of when he found her injured outside of his townhome. He now has a room with a window he often keeps open for her to fly into whenever she feels like it. I don't know how legal any of this is in London but tbh it doesn't matter because he also does not know what the laws are and doesn't care.

- His townhome is very dark maximalist in decor, which tends to surprise people at first. There are houseplants and little statues all over, and the walls are hidden behind millions of bookshelves. There is an art studio room and books scattered everywhere. Very recently, hypothetical visitors would notice a lot of child locks and child proofed areas that have a bit of a panicked "I bought every safety thing in the store bc I have no idea wtf I'm doing" energy to them.

- He has a therapist. Yes, the Morpheus that Hob meets is the upgraded version who is actually working on himself already. This is what the improved personal growth version of Morpheus is like.

Anyway, said therapist is Gilbert F. Greene. Because Morpheus going head to head with an unstoppable force of old timey adorable optimism who will also not take his shit is delightful. Dr. Greene insists on going by first names and Morpheus always makes "Gilbert" sound like a slur in retaliation. Some conversations I imagine include:

"Good morning Gilbert, you will never guess who had what you might call a """relapse into self destructive behaviors"""" last night."

"I am very sorry to hear that my dear boy. Let me say though, that I am so very proud of you for calling me! That is a phenomenal step for you and it's wonderful that you are being proactive in your recovery."

"Don't patronize me Gilbert. I will hang up."

(this ended up being super long so I'm just gonna spare y'all's dash. Warning for some lightly touched on mentions of drug use and self destructive behavior.)

- Him getting a therapist was part of the requirements for gaining visitation rights and then weekend custody once a month with Orpheus. The therapy is actually helping, and he's bitter about that.

- His given name is actually Dream, he goes by his middle name. All the Endless siblings have awful names. Desire goes by Adonai because who calls a fucking child Desire???

When Hob meets the rest of the family, Destiny goes "it's good to see you again, Dream" and Hob begins turning to Morpheus like "lmao who tf is named Dream" only to find Morpheus glaring daggers at his brother.

- The Endless parents are rarely around. Some of the siblings still live in the manor and they all use it for family dinners, but it's common for their parents to be off travelling for years at a time.

- Morpheus is an author and a painter who has a bajillion pen names to go with each genre he writes in, so it's hard to figure out exactly how much he's written. Even before becoming a father though, his face and full name is mostly associated with children's fantasy stories that he illustrates himself, and his Art vs Artist vibe is very Miyazaki.

Him and Calliope collaborated on a series of illustrated poetic translations of ancient epics. Their divorce was exactly as messy as one might imagine the divorce between two passionate artist types might be.

- His downward spiral of self destruction started before the divorce but oh boy did it nosedive during and after.

- When she got pregnant after divorce proceedings had started, there was a moment where they were both meeting with lawyers and one asked something along the lines of if this meant they would try for reconciliation and staying together. Calliope said "no" immediately.

It's not like Morpheus exactly thought they would get back together, but the speed and firmness of that hard "no" had his head screaming with white noise and some badly thought out self medication for months, which ended up being why Calliope got full custody and he is just now able to get more involved with the now two year old Orpheus.

- His rebound with Thessaly was also messy. She was just in it for a fun fling and he was... Morpheus. He found out he got dumped when she informed him she was already in the process of moving back to Greece, and Johanna said he needed to be banned from any more beautiful Greek expats from that day forth.

- No one can figure out what the deal is with him and Lucienne. The simple explanation is they're queerplatonic soul mates. Lucienne's wife Gault thinks they're a bit codependent (not an inaccurate assessment), but is more civil with him since the day she yelled at him to go get an actual therapist instead of constantly putting his shit on Lucienne, and he actually did. (It is unclear if this or Calliope demanding therapy for him to get visitation with Orpheus was his wake up call catalyst, but probably a bit of both.)

- Lucienne was originally a personal assistant. She now works as his editor since she seems to be the only person who can keep track of all the shit he's written. She is also the only person who can get away with critiquing his works in progress without sending him into a fit where he might burn all his manuscripts.

- When Morpheus started mentioning this Gadling guy a lot, Lucienne paid a visit to the pub. Not to do anything so crude as to threaten a man's life if he breaks her sensitive friend's heart. What could she do anyway? No no. She's just here to smile with zero trace of humor and ask some questions while looking him up and down through her spectacles. Hob will later describe this as one of the most pants shitting moments of his life, and he felt like he got transformed back into a primary school kid who talked slightly too loudly in the library.

- Morpheus went through a slutty phase during and shortly after University that was less of a healthy and fun exploration of his sexuality and libido, and a bit more "I will take anyone who will have me in any way they will want me and I know that if nothing else, I'm pretty."

- Him and Johanna used to have a game seeing who could get more free drinks in one night. This had to be put to an end when it turned into the catalyst for at least three screaming fights between them.

Fight subjects were

Quality vs Quantity. Morpheus insists his ability to get people to buy him a single glass of wine that costs £50 beats Johanna's cheap beers. Johanna disagreed. loudly.

Is it cheating when Morpheus ran to the bathroom to smudge on some eyeliner and then stole Johanna's lip gloss? Is it further cheating when Johanna realized that his main method of getting drinks was "act like Adonai"? Accusations that he would ever act like his horrid annoying younger sibling sent Morpheus into an absolute tantrum.

Competitiveness DID overcome sibling rivalry enough for Morpheus to go to Adonai for makeover assistance. This backfired because it made Morpheus hot to the point of intimidating, and Johanna won that night.

- After Hob starts flirting with him, Morpheus goes suspiciously into a Romantic, Pre-Raphaelite inspired art era featuring lots of noble knights with dark sunlit hair. A lot of them seem to be lured in by dark haired fae entities all La Belle Sans Merci style. It's disgustingly obvious.

-Therapy has made him juuuuust self aware enough to know that he MAYBE tends to go a bit hard and fast with romance. This makes him a little more cautious with Hob than he usually would be, and he's doing a bit of "Hob is so nice and sweet and interested but I'm gonna mess it up :(((" pining. Everyone around him is fucking sick of it. He is not self aware enough to realize he's still going super hard and fast, but this time he's doing it while sighing sadly and drawing Hob in his sketchbook all the fucking time.

#red flags au #human au #Dreamling #gonna make my pinned masterpost to organize shit later today djdjdksk

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doublekanble · 2 months

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Orpheus and Eurydice

Alastor/reader (gnc)

romantic-platonic

word count: 3.3k

i want to go to bed. (deleted this without copying it by accident, its past midnight, if theres any grammar mistakes, no there is not) at some point wedding is mentioned, but this can be platonic, i am just a very touch-staverd thing.

“Al?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Do you know the stories about Eurydice and Orpheus?”

(some say that he journeyed on his own to find Apollo, the Olympian god, reigning over sunlight and all things beautiful and pleasant. others would say that after Orpheus have his fill of travelling with the Argonauts and finally ending their search for the golden fleece in joy, he’d returns home. it was both, as far as you concerned.

but in every version of the story, Orpheus, who was depicted as a gifted musician, personally tutored by beautiful and enchanted Apollo himself, deeply fell in love with Eurydice, an Auloniad nymph, and she would love him all the same.)

He looked down and away from his book, tilting his head to meet you with a glance, ears flickering while you’re stretching across his lap with that dammed electric box still in your hand. You continue.

“It’s a Greek mythology about a man losing his wife and him looking for her in the underworld. I couldn’t find the original, but most of them still have the same meaning for me.” You turn on your stomach and lift yourself up on your elbows, looking at him with a delighted grin. “It’s a really good story, I think! Do you want to hear one? I can read them out to you, just pick one.”

“’Pick’ one? Pray tell, how many is there for me to pick?”

“You tell me~”

You exudes nothing but warmth and content as you grin, Alastor held himself back from squeezing your face.

(one story described how, on their wedding day, to the happy couple on their happiest day, a present in the form of an omen was granted by fate.

all the candles and lamps of the temple gifted them with black and oily smoke, coiling in the lungs of guests and stick to their skin.)

“I see, now what a dilemma… Which one of these unknown stories should I pick?” Alastor hums coyly, his book left on the side table unmarked. Oh well, it’s close to your bed time anyway, when you’re off in your dream land, he can resume. “More importantly, how did you learn of all this, dear? Doesn’t seem quite like the sort of thing you’d naturally pick up on…”

“You’re calling me stupid, again.” Dropping your expression in an instant, your delightful demeanor only drives him to take you less seriously.

“Am I now?! Why, how utterly despicable of me! My most sincere apologies~.”

"You-"

You try to swat at him like a disgruntled old cat, only for Alastor to smile as he catches your wrist with no trouble. Immediately, you gave up and turn back to your thing as he pleasingly pecks your imprisoned hand, knowing you can’t do anything about it.

(some say that she was simply bitten by a sly snake. some said she was chased by a satyr into the forest first. in all of them, Orpheus find his wife, whom he haven't even the time to love fully, lying amongst the green. with the poison already spread through her veins and choke her heart, he held her cold body in his arms as he wept.)

“Anyway-” Alastor pats your head, ears perk up while refusing to let go of you, not that you bothered to take your hand back, already satisfied with lazily draping yourself across his sofa and in his lap. He silently felt your pulse as you snidely remarked, “I learn about it online, idiot. Something an old coot like you wouldn’t know how to navigah-owowow I’m sohry yor noh ouh!-“

This, he somewhat find annoying. You’ve been actively learning more words to try and keep up with his “flowery compliments” and “verbose vocabulary” (he would’ve taken sweet and articulated, but c'est lavie). It would’ve been sweet, if not for the fact you only and exclusively learn insults. Your pleas would’ve fallen onto deaf ears, but there’s still a story you need to tell, so he let go of your cheek and lean back.

“I will have to say, if this story is as popular as you boasted, there would surely be a book somewhere about it.” You open your mouth, then just as quickly, you close it and stare up at Alastor who plucked your device off your hand and all but threw it onto the side table. You looked like you’re considering the consequences of trying to fight him head-on while he gives you a cheeky grin filled with sharp yellow teeth. “You were saying~?”

(some described the nearby nymphs and deities grieved alongside Orpheus. moved by the love that he lost, they tell him to look for a way to the underworld, to meet the God of Death and all things misery and to beg for his wife’s life. some said he find his own way down with a lyre in hand and play a song by the river of forgetfulness, with water almost as oily and black as the smoke from his happiest day, he would find himself singing all the way to the palace of Hades.)

Glaring at empty air and refusing to meet his eyes, your expression wavered as you seethe through you teeth, determined not to be distracted and tormented by him. He chuckles as you clears your throat. It’s good that you’re getting better at picking battles when it comes to him, Alastor can’t risked you realizing the actual hold you have over him, yet.

He watches as you stumbled through your words at first, chasing thoughts too fast for you to catch as they come. Your stories overlapping with one another, but eventually, you’d find your pace, and the images you’ve been trying to paint with clumsy colors and bristle brushes come to life as he plays with your hair. Your free hand motioned along all while.

Orpheus comes back home from an expedition, Orpheus married Eurydice, in haste and in love. One day later, depending on the story, he would either give his beloved Eurydice a funeral first before he finds the river, or he would leave straight for the underworld.

One way or another, Orpheus would find himself in front of Hades and his wife Persephone with a near endless line of phantoms and one giant three-head dog following him. In front of Hades, he plays a melody with all of his misery and grief. His fingers nimble and skilled despite the long travel, his voice lamenting and steady, he all but begged senses into the Gods and for him to be able to live his life together with Eurydice, for just one life. The Gods, then, moved by Orpheus love, allowed him to take Eurydice back, but under one condition.

“Eurydice will not go in front, not even for a single second. And Orpheus will pass through the gates without looking back, not even one glance. Until they returns to the land of the living, together.”

You said it with such longing in your eyes, the pain vivid in his mind. Nevertheless, you continued.

“Some people said the Gods are nefarious and thought of Orpheus as a foolish mortal, coming to their door and demanding his wife back without the bravery to follow her into the dark, they gave him a shadow and tricked him into looking back and let him rotted in his despair.” You look into his eyes and he can see himself in yours, “I don’t like those one that much, but it doesn’t change the meaning of the story.” You looked away before he can decipher his own expression, he wondered what he looked like to you at times.

“Then what about the others?”

“Arguably, they’re much more heartbreaking.”

Orpheus would walk on, away from the hallway filled with the coldness of the dark and the warm of the fire. On and away into the path leading back to the earth, all on his own at first. Then somewhere along the way, his lone footstep was joined by another. Soft pitter-patter right behind him.

Sometimes, it would falter, stopping for a bit, as if it have something to say. Sometimes, it’s chased his heels, a breeze by the nape of his neck, as if wanting to touch. But she never talks, and he would never touch her.

“There’s also version where he hears her calling for him too, but Orpheus stayed strong.”

You pulled a piece of paper on the coffee table, but unable to do anything else, you tear it into small pieces with the end of your nails as he laughs and nuzzles your still-imprisoned hand.

Loving Orpheus walked through the dark tunnel and sat on the boat as Charon paddled them back to the opening, holding strong. Until they’re at the gate, Orpheus at the front, Eurydice walking behind. He would be right there before the end of his journey, and then,

“-one way or another, he looked back.”

You stop to contemplate, then with a heavy heart, you sigh. “Some said he doubted himself at the last minute, some said he never trusted it in the first place. I don’t mind any of them, but there’s also one where Eurydice stumbled and he couldn’t help himself from turning around and catch her in his arm. That and the one where he forgot she also needs to walk out the gate, not just him.”

He huffs. “What a fool he is. I sure hope you’re not telling me all this just to call me a twit, darling.”

At that, you sprang up, “Hey! You say that because you’re cynical! The point isn’t that Orpheus is an idiot!” Alastor briefly mourned your warmth as you wildly gestured and sputtered. “Orpheus looked back and in every one of them, he saw her for a single split of a second before she disappeared!” you all but bemoaned, as if crying to Zeus himself for justice. “He'd try to go back to the underworld, but no mortal is allowed in even once, let alone trying to come back again!”

Deflating next to him, you flopped down and loses all your fight and bites, ending it with a solemn, “In all the stories, he got torn to pieces by women. That’s how his story end.”

You sink into the cushions and turned to Alastor as he clapped and cheer for you, “That was a fantastic recounting! You truly have a way of commanding attention from the audience! I should really get you on one of my broadcast some day!”

Alastor wasn’t fibbing at all, he really does love your story. Your passionate nature for things you hold dear, to the point where you can’t ever properly capture them in anyway -albeit juvenile at times- was, and always will be his most favorite trait of yours (especially since it’s often about him. Alastor is nothing but a prideful man, one who’s proud to admit he'd preened like a peacock at your attention); but he might as well call it all a bore to your face, with how your brows drawn together and your one visible eye squinted at him. He can tell your energy for the day is running low, alongside the fact you’re somewhat miffed by something he can’t wrapped his head around, so he pulls you close.

“Now, why so quiet, dear? Did Hades took your voice along with that fool's beloved muse? You know yours truly would never dare to make a mockery of you or your stories.”

You dissected his ever-lasting smile, as if looking for any hint of a lie. Which, admittedly, bruised his pride a bit. But his jest did go on for a bit too long in the beginning, so he relented. When you’re satisfied with your conclusion, you turned away. Thinking deeply to yourself for mere seconds before you ask, “What do you think about the story though?”

“Is this one of those quizzes where there’s a wrong answer?” he grinned as you lean a bit closer, silently asking for permission before setting yourself into his side.

“If there’s one then you would’ve failed Al.”

“Ah, what a pity it would be~.” He set his arm around you and close his eyes. “What do I think of it…Why-”

With a snap of his fingers, he cheerfully exclaimed, “It’s quite the tale. Quite the tale if I have to be frank! Such a wonderful and tragic story with such wondrous derivations too!" He waves his arms in the air, "I can see why you would be fascinated with this! The romantic you are. Orpheus love for his dear Eurydice is truly admirable, truly. Though, I’d recommend him to be more careful next time. There were black smokes running from the candles, for crying out loud!”

Seemingly satisfied, although with the slightest hint of disappointment, you nodded along. “I don’t think there’s going to be a next time, but it was really silly. If black smoke starts to come out of my candles at my wedding? The wedding would just turn into baptism for the day. But I also get them though.” You nudges your head under his chin. “I mean, if you die of a snake bite right after our wedding, I’d also go to the underworld for you.”

Never mind the irony in the fact you two are in Hell, or the fact that his rotting heart beats just a bit faster at the idea of your casual tone while admitting you would go so far for him. He slyly chides, “Why, you want me to die by poison in a forest alone? How bewitchingly heartless of you~.”

“Hey! you wouldn’t be there alone…the snake should still hang around for long enough!”

Throwing his head back and shaking it left to right, his cackles fills the room as you hit him square in his shoulder while clamming your mouth shut.

“Ah, yes, yes. I won’t be alone at all, would I?” he sigh, “After all, even in the underworld, you would be right there, looking for me! Charming thing as you are, putting everyone in a trance with your words as you walk through the path leading to that grandiose fire palace!”

You opted to settled back into his shoulder afterwards, sounding more and more drowsy as the time catches up to you. “And then when I walked out of the place, you’ll be right behind me, right?” He grips you just a bit tighter, even when your voice are this quiet, he still wants to keep it to himself.

“I will be right behind you~. And I will do everything I can just for you to turn back and look at me.”

Alastor would be slightly concerned for your silence, if not for the fact that when he cranked his head to peak at you, you looked like the saddest little rodent in the world, head lulling back and forth as you try to keep yourself awake and formulate any slight resemblance of a respond.

“…You know, dear? I wouldn’t mind you resting here for the night. If you don’t mind sleeping on this couch that is.”

“Hm?…Oh. Oh! Thanks! You can drop me here once you’re done with whatever you’re doing then…” He choose to not mention the fact that he’s also going to be on the same couch for the rest of the night, you don’t need to know he’ll be sitting here until morning comes.

“Al…” As he’s reaching for his book, assured that you were dozing off, you suddenly call out to him, voice weak and droning.

“Yes, dear?”

“Which version of Orpheus mistake do you like the most?”

His claws weaves through your hair as he tries to recall the page number, knowing he’ll returned to it in just a bit. “What a delightful question! Personally, I find the idea of the fool forgetting about the rules and turning around because he just couldn’t hold himself back oh-so amusing!” he find it amusing, because not in a million years would he ever made that mistake. “What about you, dear? What do you think?”

“I think I like all of them. Because in all of them, Orpheus failed because he love Eurydice so badly.”

With ears pricked up and hand held in the air, hovering above your head just before he shake the feeling off and resume. “Hm, I didn’t quite catch that-” Laughing, just a tad bit taken aback, he look at you again, “Care to explain your thoughts?”

You yawn and nestled yourself against him, he can hear the sound of his own heart in his throat. He can feel his left ear flickering against the top of his head.

“Orpheus wasn’t ever going to get Eurydice back, either by interference or by normal circumstances. Because he go to the underworld and made a deal due to his love for Eurydice.”

It's a tragedy in the making, a mistake set to happen over and over again. Because Orpheus is a fool, and he loved Eurydice with all of his heart.

“He find his way to the underworld for Eurydice after losing her, only to then lost her again despite the trouble he went through. If he really is a coward, then he would’ve just live on without her from the start.” You shivered, a wandering breeze ran from the inner swamp to your spot. The fire place burns just a bit hotter. “But he made Hades and Persephone listened to his mourning, walked all the way to the gate, and then tries to go back and do it all again.” With eyes knitted shut, you mumbled to yourself, “He must’ve been so relieved and happy to finally have her back after everything …”

“To the point he would forget, and Orpheus looked back.”

"Yeah... you got it..."

Your head back in his lap, like how this silly story time began, except this time Alastor feels beyond unnerved by the churning in his stomach. It’s not exactly unwelcome, but he finds himself utterly exasperated by the fact he can’t properly recall what he was supposed to be doing.

“Alastor?” He thought you would’ve fallen asleep by now, but your eyes are still ever so slightly open, staring at him while your muttering something barely comprehensible, “Do you think you would’ve looked back?”

Just as easily as you said it in your hazy state, he's at a lost for words. Unable to properly be acquainted with the taste of honest word just yet, Alastor bend down just enough to placed a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose and try to find his voice as you hummed.

“Let’s us hope that we won’t ever have to find out, will we?” It’s unbecoming of himself, but he’s placing his all on you not remembering his wavering expression. “How about you then?” he whispered, Alastor don’t pray, but he hope you’ll forget the pain in his voice. “Will you promise me you’ll look back for me, even if it means we will never meet again until you rotted away?”

“I will.”

As your breathing finally evens and falls into a rhythm underneath a red duvet, Alastor find himself smiling a near unfamiliar smile, claws tapping in rhythm as he take a moment to himself.

“How very cruel of you, mon Chéri.”

He started from the beginning, already forgotten most of the plot in a night. He would look back, he thought to himself, eyes scanning a story about an old man beloved new coat. If looking back means he loved you more than the air he breathes, then Alastor will always look back. But unlike the foolish Orpheus, he will be the only mortal that entered the underworld more than once, as many time as it will takes him, as long as it means he can find you again.

(some say that at the end of his life and the beginning of his death. Orpheus would find himself amongst the phantoms, lost and wandering. and as Persephone see his wandering shadow, she plucked him from his misery. when he open his eyes for the first time again since his death, Eurydice is there, as beautiful as the day he lost her.)

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gabessquishytum · 2 months

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Everyone has thoughts about hot Ballet!Hob 🤔 😳 -- thinking about how attractive man-bunned ballet Hob is, especially as he's teaching children ballet. And it's been a while, so.......

Dream is trying to not be so much of a sad wet cat after the divorce, especially when spending more time with Orpheus.

Orpheus seems to be mostly interested in music, but Calliope wants him to be well rounded, so she has him in a dance class on Saturdays. Dream has taken to taking Orpheus to his class.

Dream is pretty sure ballet is not Orpheus's forte, but he made at least one friend in class, so he's having a good time even if he still wobbles when he walks around every day - graceful he really isn't.

And Orpheus will not stop talking about Mr. G - he's the ballerino who is teaching Orpheus's class, and he might own the studio. Dream hasn't yet met this Mr. G, as Calliope signed Orpheus up at the studio, but feels like he's part of the family.

Dream likes watching the dance teachers walk in to the studio after he drops off Orpheus - he's trying not to be a perv about it, but really how is he not, sitting in his car in the parking lot,,,,,just staring.

There is one teacher(?!?) who Dream can't seem to stop watching - he's got a sturdier dancer's body; he piles his hair up in a bun, and rocks a little bit of stubble; he's always smiling & joking with the other dance teachers. Dream thinks he wants to draw him (among other things).

Oh this gave me such a WONDERFUL vibe for ballet!Hob and artist!Dream!!! Maybe Orpheus mentions to Hob that his daddy is an artist? So when Dream finally gets to meet 'Mr G', Hob is like "I hear you're an artist 🥺👉👈 if you ever need a model let me know, I always wanted to feel like one Degas' dancers". Yes, Hob is a little bit shameless, but when he's presented with a gorgeous divorced dad, he has to take his chance!!

So there's Dream on a random Tuesday night showing up at Hob’s studio with his sketchbook, having absolutely no idea what to expect. And there's Hob in leggings, t-shirt, legwarmers... his hair in the usual bun with one foot propped up on the barre as he grins at Dream in the mirror. Dream feels his heart fluttering. He wants to draw. He also really wants to press kisses all over the column of Hob’s neck. This man makes him weak at the knees.

Hob goes through a few warm-up stretches, all while chatting away to Dream about his day, his students, anything and everything! He's full of energy! And then he starts to dance. A small solo piece, nothing crazy, but it's so beautiful to see - Dream nearly forgets to draw. Eventually he manages to map out Hob’s body in lines and motion. The way his tendons flex and his toes point, the way he smiles very slightly the whole time. Like he's just doing this because he loves it.

He doesn't ask to see the sketches, but Dream shows him (they're not his best, but he does want to have something to show off to Hob, sue him). Hob oohs and ahhs and claims that Dream must be flattering him - he's not that pretty!

Well, Dream can't let Hob believe that he's not pretty. That would be criminal. So... he leans in, and presses a lingering kiss to the spot on Hob’s neck that he hasn't been able to stop looking at. He smells and tastes exactly as Dream had imagined - beautiful.

Alas, Dream’s sketches get a little crumpled and smudged between two very sweaty and eager bodies. And Hob is going to have to disinfect the studio in the morning. But fuck, it's worth it. Hob had better believe exactly how beautiful he is, but Dream will be happy to remind him, any time (hopefully, as his boyfriend!!!)

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #ballet au

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 4 months

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Lucky Rabbit Blow The Dice

Chapter Two

High Roller!Orpheus x Reader

Rated Explicit | bdsm themes, subspace

On Ao3

Chapter One

When High Roller won you, he did not touch you nor did he immediately steal you away to a new casino. No, High Roller gave you three days to gather your belongings and say your goodbyes, and then he picked you up in a far too expensive automobile.

Gentlemanly while so very coy.

High Roller plays mind games when he sees the advantage he has over you, he makes you resistant to assisting the casino at first. You refused to be charmed, you refused to tip the balance of luck to the house, and you more than once told High Roller to ‘go fuck himself’.

Brat? Very much so. High Roller can appreciate determination until it becomes stubbornness.

However, see you currently in tears as you cum all over his cock just from insertion, it makes it worth the brat behavior.

“Good, little rabbit.” Spoken before slapping your ass, “Go on, hop.” You struggle to lift yourself up from the table but after all the edging he made you do while giving him a show, your body barely is responding. Oh, and he knows it, High Roller adores how you are not yet used to his games when it comes to pleasure.

“Fuck you.” You hate how you moaned the last part out because he made sure to push deeper inside of you.

“Dear, I intend to do that.”

The table is going to be ruined with how you are drooling from the side of your mouth; not to mention the stain left there when High Roller had you go on all fours, getting off while giving a clear view of what your hand was doing.

Bastard.

You cover your mouth when you try to move, legs wobbling as he decides to just bend you over (he states the table cannot support both yours and his weight, liar), moving by using the table to push backward against him.

“Ah, you still have so much to learn, rabbit.” Critiquing your messy movements that he keeps purposely making worse by pulling away and then slamming forward. There is a rustle before he pulls both of your arms and places them behind your back, held there by what feels like a ribbon.

“One must always be prepared for an Ace in the hole.”

If you weren't so fucked out of your mind currently, you would tell him how corny that joke is.

Instead, you are now vulnerable to screaming out his name like he is a very being you could not live without.

“Orpheus!”

When he finally took you to his bed, it was after that night he told you his name. You wonder if he got annoyed with you calling out ‘High Roller’ as you cum or begged him to keep going. The way he told you was during breakfast as he served you breakfast in bed.

So casually, as if a ‘by the way’ moment.

Strange man. Strange in the way you could not picture him being any other way.

Greedy too. Selfish too. And a know-it-all, definitely.

Charming… Sinfully charming.

You gasp, writhing, he turns you around to lay you on the table. A full view of your naked glory and a better position to shove his tongue into your mouth.

He kisses like how to gamble: confident and amazing. You won't tell him that! He has enough of an ego as it is.

“Rabbit,” Groaning as he tries now to keep himself from cumming so soon because of you.

High Roller moves his hands, the fabric of the gloves is like throwing oil in the already roaring flames in the pit of your stomach, they caress and toy with your nipples. Purposefully building up another peak. His teeth mark your skin before he takes a stiff nipple into his mouth.

Freeing a hand to go between your legs.

Like a house of cards in a rowdy room, you fall.

From your heat to your brain, your nerves on fire, your lungs ready to burst.

And he doesn't relent, no, he prolongs the fall into bliss. Like quicksand, as you try to fight for your sanity the further you sink. Soon you go limp, energy spent and unable to even move outside of Orpheus fucking you like he is powered by the damn city.

“My love?” Suddenly aware you are in a daze, drunk even, and needy like a kitten seeking attention. “Come back to me.”

Slowing his pace, he speaks to you encouraging you to reply to him in clear sentences. His affection this time used to ground you.

High Roller spoils you especially when he has been partially rough and or relent. You guess this is a reward for being a good fuck (cruel, Orpheus would never call you that… Though he has called you a hussy before). You woke up to being bathed in the bathroom of the shared suite with him, his jacket off and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair is messy with none of the usual card pins, and his eyes are on you.

You swear the way he looks at you no novelist could capture it. It is wanted, desired, and needed all within those brown eyes.

“Orpheus,” Sitting up in the tub filled with water with bathing oils and petals. He is pleased to have you once more present of mind rather than drifting in the endorphin-created high. Rarely has he put you in such a state, but when he does, High Roller learned to stop and ease you back to reality. Drawing you back to the present he found sensory help. The bath assisted in that and cleaning you up.

“Yes, my little rabbit?” Sitting beside the tub on a bath stool. His hands were busy massaging your feet. You wear those highs all day, you poor thing must be sore.

“Hmm,” You close your eyes as he continues to rub, his hand drifting up your leg, “You didn't cum.”

“Feeling a little empty, my little rabbit,” You moan as he touches between your legs, “Worry not once you recover,” Leaning forward to tease you, “You will be well filled.”

#reader insert #fanfiction #identity v x you #idv reader insert #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #idv orpheus #idv high roller #idv orpheus x reader #idv novelist #idv orpheus x you #idv x you #ao3 fanfic #idv #orpheus x reader #orpheus x you

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bruce-wayne-simp · 2 months

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Continuation of this fic

Who left the stove on?

Rating: G

Word count: 706

Tags: Dreamling, fluff, Orpheus (mentioned), human au

-> Ao3 Link <-

Hob stands in the doorway, grocery bags in hand, surveying the damage to his kitchen.

It looks like a battleground, containers of ingredients all over, a light dusting of flour and cocoa powder covering the counter. Whisks and spoons and mixing bowls are all cluttered in the sink.

Dream is standing in front of him, clad in a grey t-shirt and jeans, a pan of something next to him. He’s fidgeting a little, nervously plucking at the small spill of chocolate chips on the counter, popping one into his mouth whenever he thinks Hob isn't looking.

“What's all this, love?” He sets the bags down, stepping closer.

Dream flushes a little, eyes fluttering. Hob wants to kiss him badly, so he does. Dream sighs into his mouth, arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

Hob looks down at the pan, and stops in his tracks. He thinks they’re supposed to be brownies, but they look a little… sad.

Dream follows his gaze, “I made brownies for you. I don’t know what happened, they didn't rise like yours do.”

“They look amazing, love. Thank you.” Hob grabs the knife next to the pan and slices into it, picking up a piece and taking a bite.

Oh.

It makes a bit of an awful crunch sound as he bites in. They taste a bit burnt, and not very sweet, save for the chocolate chips.

They're not great. You honestly couldn't pay him to eat the rest of these.

But Dream’s eyes look so cautiously hopeful that it tugs at Hob’s heartstrings. So he swallows his bite mostly whole and says, “It tastes great, love!”

He doesn’t sell the act well enough. Dream narrows his eyes at him.

“I knew there was something wrong with them.” He reaches over as if to grab the pan, but Hob stops him.

“They could use some work,” Hob allows, ”but they’re really not that bad.”

Dream narrows his eyes, cutting one out. He takes a bite, eyes widening as the taste hits him. He immediately rushes over to the sink to spit it out.

Hob can't help it, he starts chuckling, covering his mouth to muffle it. Dream, still spitting into the sink, starts laughing too, his horrible, quiet laugh emanating through the kitchen. Dream balls up a dish towel and chucks it at Hob, who laughs harder.

“It's not funny!” Dream scolds.

Hob takes a couple deep sighing breaths, “It kind of is, duck.”

“Why do they taste like that?” Dream surveys the kitchen, spotting the recipe on the counter, walking over and grabbing it. “I followed the directions.”

Hob takes it from him. The paper is lightly dusted with cocoa powder, but not incomprehensibly so. He looks between it and the ingredients laid out, checking them off one by one. Flour? Yes, of course. Vanilla? Check. Salt? Impressively enough, yes.

He gets to ‘sugar’ when he has a horrible revelation. He looks around the kitchen somewhat helplessly, hoping to catch a glimpse of the sugar container.

“Dream?”

“Yes?”

“Did you forget sugar, by any chance?”

Dream’s brows furrow. “I added powdered sugar.”

Yes, the recipe says powdered sugar as well as granulated, he'll give him that.

“Did you add the other kind of sugar?” Hob feels like he's going crazy.

“It seemed like a lot.”

It takes everything in Hob not to place his forehead directly onto the counter. This ridiculous man he's proud to call his.

“Is that why they turned out bad?” Dream looks so hopelessly confused, Hob just wants to wrap him up in a blanket.

“Yes, love. The sugar helps it rise and taste, y’know, sweet.”

Dream’s shoulders slump, eyes cast down. Hob grabs the knife and cuts another piece, popping it into his mouth. Dream looks up in surprise.

“Hob, you don't have to–”

“Hush, they're not inedible. You did a good job, darling. C’mere.” Dream moves forward, and Hob takes him into his arms, pressing a kiss onto his temple.

“This weekend, we will make brownies together. Orpheus will love them.”

He can almost physically feel Dream’s mood improve at those words, his body relaxing in his hold.

“Are you sure?” His voice is muffled into Hob’s shoulder.

“Absolutely. I'll make the list.”

#dreamling #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling

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yuri-is-online · 2 months

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Call me tragedy anon w the way i slurp that shit up real. Okay but in all /srs i'm a firm believer that most love stories or stories in /gen in TWST are mainly happy love stories tragedy? Never heard of them!!!

But i think most would be more fascinated to figure out thats its popular in Yuu's world. Like why??? Don't people not like being happy more than sad? and its true!! But there's always something cathartic about well-written tragedies (imo at least) and people enjoy that feeling. Personally the media i enjoy and stick to me the most are usually the ones that have open ended or ambiguos endings that leave a bittersweet after taste in your mouth. Something about retrospecting and finding peace that yes even though it never ended well, there was happiness, or maybe if not happiness then maybe peace to be found in a story like that. The love was still there!!!! Do you understand!!!???

Orpheus can never be with Eurydice ever again, but the two loved each other!! Icarus will always die but the sun kissed his face!!! Do you understand!!!!!!!!!!

I want to thank you for sending me this on valentine's day. It is so fitting I should have answered immediately.

Welcome to the stage tragedy annon! W takes in this ask right here your brain is massive.

Orpheus can never be with Eurydice ever again, but the two loved each other!! Icarus will always die but the sun kissed his face!!! Do you understand!!!!!!!!!!

I UNDERSTAND I AM THINKING I AM FEELING I AM CRYING BUT I FEEL SO FULFILLED!!!!!!!!!!

I really like happy endings and have a hard time playing the bad end in otomes but one of my favorites, Birushana has these tragic endings that I have done some of and GOD. The image of Shungen screaming at Tomomori as he cradles Shanao's dead body, saying he can't just take her away as Tomomori prepares to jump into the ocean and drown with her only for him to say "You misunderstand, she is taking me." .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·. i am crying, screaming, throwing up etc. and so on because fucking damn that's what it's about. The love is so real it has to endure even when everything else is gone.

I think that Idia might find some morbid comfort in that concept which is why I mentioned the Orpheus and Eurydice connection in his long fic musing. I don't think he would find it romantic necessarily, but certainly comforting. Like at least by Yuu's weird standards his curse isn't the major set back he thought it would be and even if things end badly they will still see it as worth it? That's weird, odd, and something he outwardly wants to make fun of but not something he really can when that's what he has come to believe too after his overblot.

Jade and Azul both work really well for this too. Azul because he believes love is inherently exploitable, so the idea that stories end badly in your world just further cements his own bias. The idea that you would consider the bad ending to make things no less real or valuable though, THAT he would need some time with. What do you mean Orpheus fails to save Eurydice is the point of the story? He has a hard time coping with the idea of losing already, adding that into romance as a selling point doesn't make sense from a consultant's point of view. You want to win in the end no? Not just be left ugly crying alone. Jade on the other hand... I just like to see him eat shit on something like this tbh. "Oh I would never do something like that, what an idiot for looking back-" Jade would actually show up at the gates of the underworld and he would still look back because he needs you to be there exactly like the myth foretold and he would be cursing fate the entire time.

I feel like I leave Floyd out of these sort of things so I want to add him here because I feel like he would dismiss the idea of tragedy as a good thing but not because he like. Doesn't think it doesn't exist or something he just doesn't care. He already knows the time you spend together will be enjoyable, and if it ends with death or with him going too close to the sun, well that was the point wasn't it? Kind of like he gets the point but not because of the example given. It's also why I could see him actually successfully making it through to a happy ending. He has this line in Chapter 7 when Lilia is scolding the Octatrio that made me scream because of how good of a job the VA did with it:

And if he says his place is a happy ending I believe he'd make it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #i was prepared to write and post like #actual fic and then an inconvenience occurred #god i should think more about tragedies with the boys #i have some thoughts about a jean of arc coded yuu and rollo #and then like some stuff with azul involving necromancy #don't worry about it

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grape-eating-vampire · 2 months

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alright, it's done. i finished it.

this is the third and final part of things that happened in my first bg3 playthrough ever that I found so funny that I put them in my notes (spoilers below)

let me start this by saying I have only cried twice in the 155 hours it took me to complete this shit. however, I have almost-screamed at the characters more times than I'd like to admit. but first here's stuff that happened since the last one of these posts I made:

after killing Orin I went around Baldur's Gate for a while and did odd sidequests, including

clearing out a haunted house and sidelining to kill a stinky man in a wardrobe (and drag his body to a guy two streets over)

entirely ignored Gale's quest to look at a book because I kept getting arrested there after having killed the boss mage guy

I also foolishly though this wouldn't have any consequences. oh boy was I wrong

went to see a underwater prison, got told off by Gortash, decided to explore it after killing him, and promptly forgot to do so

killed Gortash! fuck that guy the only good thing about him is his fancy robe

tried to recruit a dragon called Ansur, found out the emperor is Balduran (????????? honestly I was shocked)

killed said dragon and felt like I was playing skyrim all over again

found a letter ("Dear Ansur") by Balduran/the Emperor. this was the first time I cried. I could still cry.

patch 6 came out! that was yesterday and I spent about 10 minutes trying out new kisses and sitting on Shadowhearts stool in camp (she now says "I'm glad you decided to join me" or something like that when you do)

went pretty much straight to the underground pool thing where the brain was supposed to be

failed abysmally to Dominate The Brain™

got pulled out by the emperor and had to start beef with Lae'zel because I had also forgotten to care about Orpheus and the hammer from the House of Hope

admittedly, I didn't really forget, I just didn't want to spend any more time with Raphael than I absolutely had to

my +14 persuasion saved the day once more and Lae'zel was fine with the one hope in her life getting his brains sucked out

went off to fight the brain once more. my game crashed twice trying to load that cutscene.

met all my allies! I forgot how many there were actually, and I only called on two of the groups later on

fought a lot. like a LOT lot.

got to the Netherbrain and kicked it's ass*

*had to reload about 3 times and try again because Minsc at level 12 was stuck on 100 hp for some reason and kept fucking dying

finally managed to kill the fucker! had Lae'zel deal the killing blow which seemed very fitting

more cutscenes, but this one actually didn't crash the game, I got to look at some beautiful unloaded walls and stuff instead

Lae'zel left right after we got to the haven. understandably so

remember how I ignored Gale's quest? well he didn't blow himself up like he inteded earlier, but he left to becOME A GOD????? I cannot fucking deal with this man

Karlach on the pier. this was the second time I cried, but unproportionally much so

Wyll left with her for Avernus, the little cutscene of them arriving there made me feel a bit better

Astarion had to leg it because of the sun (sorry)

Shadowheart didn't do much of anything during all of this, neither did Minsc, Halsin or Jaheira

decided to go help kids with Halsin, seems to fit my character (eventhough I really didn't roleplay so much)

we got an epilogue! yippie!

caught up there with everyone, except Lae'zel (who was there via the fantasy version of zoom) and Gale (who was there via the fantasy equivalent of a voicemail)

tried to hug Gale, couldn't, almost cried again but managed

also met a tressym who I recognized from fanart as Tara. I don't know why she was there, we never met her before and Gale hadn't mentioned her either

read a LOT of letters the party had received. barely kept my composure at the Gur's letter to Astarion

Withers did a cool speech and the game ended

after all of this and so much more that I didn't take notes about, I can confidentially say that Baldur's Gate 3 is the best video game I have ever played, and within it's genre my favourite ever!

I'm also emotionally devestated, especially after these final parts (but in a good way)

that's all, thanks for reading!

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #orin the red #enver gortash #astarion #gale #wyll #karlach #lae'zel #shadowheart #jaheira #minsc #withers #bg3 spoilers #the emperor #ansur

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coulsons-fullmetal-cellist · 6 days

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Looking Back

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 967

Summary: while at an exhibition with your fiancé, you encounter someone from your past (check out my masterlist to check out the timeline)

Warnings: lost romantic potential, Dieter being Dieter, an underrated pioneer of animation gets a mention so please check them out before or after reading this

Artwork is a sculpture by Spas Kirchev

“I’m so glad you suggested this! Although you should have started with stop motion with shadow puppets.”

“I was getting there but was distracted by all the history stuff. I did get you interested with early German cinema though.”

“That’s true.”

The two of you were having a date night. Your fiancé Dieter had mentioned an exhibition by some animation students presenting their final year project.

The theme was Lotte Reiniger, a pioneer of the animation world who used shadow puppets as her medium. These students were to pick a piece of music and create their own short films inspired by Reiniger. Several clips from her over 40 films were dotted around the exhibition in between a few small alcoves where the students’ films were being presented.

You just came out of one short film based on the legend of Orpheus and Eurydice. The small dark space encouraged much snuggling.

“Look,” Dieter pointed out to a screen on the wall. “The Adventures of Prince Achmed is the oldest surviving feature length animated film. It predates Snow White by a decade. Then Walt went and stole her ideas and never gave her credit, the bastard.”

“I thought you loved Disney.”

“I love the films but the man himself? Don’t get me started on his original idea for Epcot.”

“You are adorable when you’re in history mode.”

“Not sexy?”

“A little bit. But you’re always sexy.”

“You’re always sexy.” You tried to brush off this compliment but stopped dead in your tracks and hid behind his broad back. “What is it honey cakes?”

“I just saw someone from my past.”

“From New Zealand?”

“No, from when I first moved here. I made friends with this guy called Orfi.”

“Orfi?”

“It’s short for something, I never asked though,” he turned around to face so you could continue. “We became fast friends, always having the randomest conversations and hanging out occasionally but then he just dropped out of communication. It was only later I found out from other friends that he got himself a girlfriend. Her name was Dizzy or Dolce, or something.”

“What a dick,” you shrugged. “Wait, did you have romantic type feelings for him?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I trust myself enough to see if it was going in that direction. When I look back on it, there was a possible maybe but by that time, it was too late.”

“Were you ready by the time we met?”

“We met at the right time,” you looked over at your former friend. “I should really go and say hi to him, but I’ll go alone; you might be too distracting.”

“Because of my devilish good looks?”

“That too, but also you’re an award-winning actor.”

“Is that all anyone focuses on?” you patted his shoulder as you made your way over.

You must have willed yourself over there, the ground feeling like mud under your feet. Your hand felt heavy as you raised it into a wave, catching his attention.

“Oh hey, fancy seeing you here.”

“Well, you know it’s early German cinema so…”

“Yeah, couldn’t help but think of you.”

All those past emotions hit you like a sudden wave in the ocean. You tried to not get caught in the current and be lost in the past and decided to go forward with the conversation.

“How is…sorry, I forgot her name.”

“Disay? Oh no, we’re no longer together.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, it didn’t work out. Looking back, we just weren’t meant to be together. Now I’m single for the first time in a long time,” the laugh was awkward. “Let me guess, you’re still single?”

“No, I’m with someone.”

“Is it serious?”

“We’re getting married so yes, it’s very serious.”

“Oh, uh, congratulations.”

“Thanks,” you looked at the ring on your finger, not noticing the look of sadness on his face which had gone by the time you looked back up. “It was nice seeing you.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“I’ll message you some time.”

Those emotions you thought you had were gone like the tides of the ocean. You waved a small goodbye and tried to not make it look like you were rushing back into the safety of your fiancé’s arms.

“He looked like an Eeyore.”

“Did he?”

“Almost like you were the one that got away.”

“Was I?”

“I think you were. And you know what, fuck him.”

“Yeah, his loss.”

“He was too stupid to realise he had the most amazing, beautiful, caring…”

“Dieter, we don’t need to go through the alphabet.”

“Well, an alphabet list of what makes you, you and he was an idiot to see you.”

“I’m glad I have you, I think I made the better choice. Definitely the most handsome choice.”

Dieter gave a small cursory glance over at the other man. “He has a bit of an Oscar Isaac look about him.”

“He does now that you mention it.”

“Wait, you know who he is?” you nodded. “I thought you only knew actors if they were in a horror film.”

You gave him that look that he knew oh too well.

“Okay, what horror films has he been in?”

“Annihilation, that’s the one with the scary bear,” Dieter shuddered at the thought. “I think Ex Machina is more of a thriller.”

“Those dance moves were thriller,” you looked at him in surprise. “I’ve seen the clips.”

“And you’ve learnt the moves?”

He held you close, almost as if he was about to launch you into a waltz, “Of course I have.”

“You want to show me some other moves, don’t you?” he mumbled something affirmative into your lips.

So he took your hand and led you out.

As you left the exhibition, neither of you looked back. You only had the future to look forward to.

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl @cupcakehp @gswizzsstuff

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dieter x honey cakes #love of horror fanfic #love of horror universe #love of horror #dieter x reader #dieter x f!reader #dieter bravo #the bubble netflix #the bubble

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sarcastic-kaz · 1 year

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things i will PAY for to have in tsats

1. nico to make a bones joke

2. will to wear cargo pants to tartarus

3. apollo to give them a ride somewhere

4. them to say goodbye to some people

5. wear the ‘tartarus club’ shirt

6. will to critisize the river phleglon (river of fire)

7. nicos big sacrifice to be some super rare mythomagic card he brought

8. them to stop next to elysium to say goodbye to some dead people (jason) edit yk what that would alert hades who expressed that nico dont go back to tartarus

9. bob. please, bob be real.

10. solangelo to meet akhyles (goddess of misery)

11. will to use his glow in tartarus

12. them to hug as they fall down

13. please show meg somewhere i love nico and megs dynamic

14. will to be completely shook that nobody ever brings med kits on quests

15. meet with cupid/eros and will goes completely ballistic

16. apollo cabin to solely refer to nico as ‘brother in law’

17. yk i dont think plauge powers really would fit canon will but its a cool idea to think about @iwnut

18. the brochure from when percabeth talked to nyx. yes @mistresscitrusslice . let them give their brochure to solangelo. “ok so in about 15 minutes and past the empousi cave, hellhound pack, and plauge spirit home should be the hermes temple” “oh thank the gods”

19. mr d to say goodbye to his favourite demigod and his boyfriend and hand will a rifle/ak47 and go “youre shit with any other weapon. the bullets are already in the bag.”

20. hunters of artemis. just. nico acting uncomfortable and will knowing part of the story so he shields nico away from most of them

21. shelper shelper shelper

22. this ones a bit far but please get married? and will to make a joke about ‘secret jedi wedding’ and for piper to officiate it and leo as the witness because he also made the rings and theyre trying not to rope that many people in

23. will to just say ‘there is a disturbance in the force’ in tartarus

24. nico to still hate pomogranites

25. please let us see nicos zombie chauffur jules-albert somewhere.

26. mr d to force nico and will to watch something that looks like the orientation film but when they play it its percy and annabeth telling the dos and donts of a quest and percy is such a bad actor that theres so many cuts of percy saying ‘line?’ or ‘whats next’

27. and at the end percy goes ‘well what did you learn about going on your quest?’ dora the explorer style ‘great!’

28. trogs to go ‘ah its the son of hades and his bioluminecient boyfriend’ and will to just give a small sigh

29. mr d to talk to will in private and just: ‘wheel’ ‘thats still not my name’ ‘thats how nico says your name’ ‘well its just his accent’

30. please let there be an oath to styx. just not one as stupid as apollo because nico and will are smarter than that but yk what swearing to an immortal river who will get revenge on you if you break that promise doesnt sound that smart

31. solangelo to run into lukes shoes. we were robbed of this from percy and annabeth. imagine how funny itd be if they just ran into some winged shoes.

32. yk i want nico and thalia to meditate together and when asked what they were doing thalia to just respond ‘photosynthesizing’

33. orpheus and eurydice reference (this actually can become canon because on the cover it shows them holding hands with nico slightly more forward than will and pointing to the doors so nicorpheus and willdice)

34. will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backst-

35. some memories of nicos for jason to show how much he misses his friend

36. just a fleeting mention of bianca from either of them

37. if theres a will pov make him hate percy. mans was partially responsible for both his older brothers deaths. he did shit to his boyfriend which include strangling him at godsdamned twelve years old. will shouldnt exactly adore percy is more what i mean.

38. solangelo smooch.

39. nico is the new percy of chb. think of it, big 3 kid, very powerful, hero, lives at chb, close to percy, knows a lot of people. nico is just the go-to now that percy is at college and nico is a permanent resident.

40. nico fan club. made of new younger campers, reyna, will, percy, annabeth, meg, apollo, hades, and a whole bunch of long-time campers.

41. just to have some new campers act like ttc!nico and follow nico around like he did with percy just asking questions and instead of finding them annoying like percy did nico would answer their questions truthfully like how apollo actually did for nico

these arent in order. id die to see the ‘tartarus club’ shirt to be worn by percy annabeth or nico though or at the end of the book for will to be gifted one though and more to be added

#the sun and the star #nico di angelo #will solace #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #please #tartarus club

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fishermanshook · 8 months

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patched up (novelist x gn!reader)

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content warnings: mentions of blood and scars, possible spelling and grammar errors, second person POV, use of y/n like twice

The manor games are brutal, but even brutal is an understatement at how horrible they can really be. Consisting of blood, sweat and tears, all you can do is run. But running is tiring, especially when you know that no matter how many games you escape, you’ll be stuck here in this hell hole forever.

And during these death games, getting hurt is almost always guaranteed. And if you don’t have the Doctor in your match to speed the (healing) process up, Survivors must take it upon themselves to heal them and their teammates.

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You're not too sure when your fingers started going numb during decoding, but with only 1 cipher being left undecoded, you’ve got to keep up the pace.

Just minutes ago a loud announcement roared through the air, scaring the crows and other unearthly creatures that inhabited this manor away from where they were originally perched. The announcement let everyone know (who was in the game) that the Patient had been chaired and sent back to the manor. But you didn’t need the announcement to know that, as his screams rippled through the air only seconds before his inevitable doom.

Now the Enchantress has been left with keeping the hunter occupied, and thanks to her pinning her location through a special piece of technology, you know to stay clear of that area.

You let your fellow teammates know the area you're decoding in, the cipher being at least 50% completed. You're lost in concentration before a certain voice comes from behind you.

“Hey,,y/n?”

Your head immediately jerks up, almost missing a calibration in the process.

“Holy, oh my gosh Orpheus you scared me- oh.”

You look at Orpheus who’s slightly hunched back and has a small smile on his face. His pristine white trench coat looks like it's been relentlessly torn and ripped apart, smeared with dirt and what looks to be blood. Following the crimson trail, you spot that he’s cradling his left arm closely near his chest where his whole hand has been painted red.

“Mind patching me up really quickly?”

How can you refuse? He’s your teammate after all and you can’t leave him standing there in a pile of his own blood.

“Always.”

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You and Orpheus sit closely near each other, with Orpheus sitting up with his legs out and your sitting criss crossed. You’ve produced your small medical bag that the manor has provided you with. It always gets restocked before every game by some unknown source, but that doesn’t really matter right now. All that matters is getting Orpheus patched up quickly so you two can finish decoding the last cipher and get out of here.

You whip out the white medical gauze inside of the red bag and hastily get to work. Orpheus has stripped off his coat so you can get to the main source. You don’t have time to wash off any of the blood or even give him something to hold on to, but you make due with what you're given.

Before wrapping the gauze of him, you take a rag from the kit and gently but rapidly wipe some of the blood from his arm. You hear him suck in a quick breath, but all you can mutter is something along the lines of “‘m sorry” before quickly wrapping up the gauze.

Unfortunately, due to some previous trauma, the process takes a few minutes. With your shaking hands and Orpheus’ winces, it brings back some unpleasant memories.

You may have accidentally tightened the gauze a little too harsh, because it sends Orpheus throwing his head back and grabbing onto your thigh.

“Ah, shit, I’m sorry y/n.”

You're taking back a bit, looking the other way to avoid contact, pretending to get something else from your bag.

“Don’t worry about it, just try your best to sit still, okay? If it’s really that bad then you can squeeze my thigh, k?” You say with a small smile.

Orpheus’ eyes widened a bit, but not before shaking his head and staring forward into the abyss.

You get back to applying the gauze onto his arm, but it’s a little hard when you can’t forget how warm his hand feels gripping onto your thigh.

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The rush of adrenaline you get when the final cipher pops is insanely overwhelming, but you’ve learned to just embrace it and take off as far as your legs will grant you. Using that adrenaline, you find yourself rushing to type in the code to the exit gate, then the anxiety gets the best of you.

“You're not going to be able to type it if your hands keep shaking like that,” Orpheus says, taking your hand and removing it gently from the keypad “let me please.”

As you stand there with your wobbly legs, Orpheus wonders if you’ve ever noticed how he doesn’t necessarily treat you the same as he treats the others. He’s so much more kind to you then the others, not that he’s necessarily rude or mean to the other inhabitants of the manor though. It’s just that you’ve caught his attention and now he can’t take his mind off of you.

He wonders if he told you, would you feel the same?

But something pulls him out of his thoughts, as a blood curdling scream comes from the distance. Orpheus and you both look behind yourselves and are met with a bloody and messy Patricia.

Her clothes have been tattered and abused, her sparkly purple outfit has been ripped to shreds as wounds decorate her body, spilling cardinal red blood. Red blood that perfectly matches the way the Sculpture eyes light up when she meets your gaze.

Orpheus is quick to put in the code as the Enchantress shouts to go for the tie. He quickly grabs your hand, forcing himself to ignore the way you scream Patricia's name. He pulls you and him through the gate before you can get hit by a sculpture.

When you two make your way through the gate, he’s still holding your hand as he asks you if you're alright. Are you hurt? Are you in pain? You shake your head side to side but can’t help the tears that silently fall from your eyes and cup your cheeks, almost in a loving way.

Orpheus doesn’t want to see you cry, and so, acting on impulse, he pulls you in for a hug. Softly shushing you as he combs his fingers through your hair. The two of you sit in silence as you wait for the old and battered carriage to take you back like it always does.

—

The carriage is dimly lit by a small lantern hanging from the ceiling of the moving vehicle, and he can’t make out the person in the front, but he isn’t really too worried about that right now.

He’s just thankful you can’t see the blush that’s crept up the back of his neck and spread itself across his face.

Your head lays loosely on his shoulder, his head on top of your as he rubs his thumb in circles on your palm. Your tears have dried and stained your cheeks, but you're too exhausted to wipe them away. Orpheus isn’t sure what made you start crying, especially when he knows this isn’t your first match. Was it due to exhaustion? The wearing of adrenaline? Or did everything that had just happened catch you off guard? Multiple questions plagued his mind, but the Novelist knew better than to bombard you with his onslaught of wonders, so he just sat with you. You and your tattered body, covered in scars from previous matches.

To hell with those Hunters, if they ever die.

— End

note: i say kinda b/c i feel like this isn't really a fic but it'll happen to do,,, this fic sucks i’m sorry you guys

(2023)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, or repost my work on any other platform

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Genshin ships: stock market update (Fontaine Act 5 + Animula Choragi Act 1)

(Warning: May contain spoilers for character appearances and dynamics in Masquerade of the Guilty and "The Little Oceanid". Previously: Act 1; Act 3+4)

We begin by revisiting the traditional F/M capital-R Romance sector.

Navia/Neuvillette has surged to new peaks following what our analysts are calling "some serious Orpheus and Eurydice bs". We recommend: BUY.

Wriothesley/Clorinde has slightly dipped as a result, but— hold on, something's happening

⚠️ ⚠️ we interrupt this program for a SPECIAL REPORT on ⚠️ ⚠️

the Furina–Focalors stock split

Following 2022's embarrassingly premature Kusanali–Rukkhadevata merger rumours, and the 2021 disaster that data vendor AO3 refers to only as "Original Baal", the underlying "blorbos" commodity market has long been anticipating some form of reorganisation relating to Furina.

With the announcement of the clear delineation between Furina vs Focalors, most markets have gracefully incorporated the news. In the ship markets, little has changed, with most ships clearly indexed on Furina. The ships most strongly affected are the Neuvillette ones due to immortality and proximity.

Focalors/Neuvillette — HOLD OR BUY. Not only is it absorbing all the investors fleeing the Egeria/Neuvillette (SELL) write-off, but he receives 70% of Focalors's screen time and 100% of her sass. Would watch her monologue at him again.

Furina/Focalors — meme stock. Sorry. You do you, but our analysts say the "twincest but mommy issues" thing is funny for about five seconds but then that's it. SELL.

Furina/Neuvillette — BUY BUY BUY. Largely untouched by the stock split. With Furina having shed the "immature kid" accusations entirely, and with Neuvillette's exclusive front row seat to her entire 500 year performance, the market is having a renaissance right now.

🌎🌍 we conclude our special report. Back to our regular programming! 🌍🌎

While we're on the subject of Furina...

Furina/Lumine — Ooof. The "final temptation and confirming all Furina's worst fears" during Masquerade was bad enough. The entitlement Traveller showed Furina during the start of her Character Quest is also a major spanner in the works. And the revelations of Masquerade make any pre-Masquerade fluff a tough sell. SELL OR HOLD. Fundamentals are still there but the market correction is yet to finish.

Furina/Abyss Lumine — Keep an eye out for the coming IPO. Potential BUY at the currently discussed price.

Furina/Aether — Who?

Navia/Aether — Oh now we're talking. Tears of the Kingdom wants its Michelangelo reference back, but it won't hold up in court. BUY OR HOLD

Navia/Clorinde — BUY BUY BUY. According to one analyst, "if that lipstick line didn't spawn a dozen drawings/fics of them making out, I quit". Not to mention the childhood friends news from a few weeks back!

Lyney/Aether and Lyney/Lumine — HOLD. A slight dip following relatively dry interactions in the AQ, but nothing that affects the ships' longer term prospects.

Jurieu/Lourvine — Our analysts were unavailable for comment after a fist fight in the hallway. CHECK AGAIN LATER

Wriothesley/Neuvillette — BUY. Going strong as predicted, plenty more to expect.

Furina/Sandrone — HOLD OR BUY. A small handful of creators are doing amazing work in this space but it's hard to judge.

...and a few scattered others:

Ann/Caterpillar — No chemistry. Their potential dynamic is interesting but (unlike most of the populace of Fontaine) the ship doesn't hold water. SELL

Finch/Callirhoe — HOLD OR BUY depending on whether someone figures out a smut concept involving the teardrop gift thing.

Xingqiu/Chongyun — HOLD. Surprisingly, their interactions in the Waterborne Poetry had no upward or downward pressure on the ship whatsoever. I say surprisingly but um. Did they even get lines with each other. Yang! Chongyun finally appeared on screen though, which is a boon to anyone trying to show one of his more manic moments.

Nahida/Apep — SELL IMMEDIATELY. If anyone approaches you saying this is the next Neuvifuri, it's a scam. Don't fall for it.

Freminet/Neuvillette — oh come on I'm pretty sure the analysts are making things up at this point. Have they even interacted outside that conspiracy picnic at Navia's?

Diona/Callirhoe — yeah they're trolling me.

#genshin impact #doylist shipping #genshin ship market update #masquerade of the guilty #the little oceanid #silly headcanons

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This is going to be a weird question to ask, but...to what extent do the endless have influence over each other? We see delirium mention that she could have trapped morpheus inside her realm forever, every single one of the endless have expressed certain types of despair or desire, and obviously they can all die... They are all theoretically equal in power, but with their realms overlapping so much, how does that affect the way they perform their duties?

oh that's an interesting question, thank you for asking it!

i mean, first off, i don't know that they are equal in power. the way they kinda split themselves into older three and younger three, the way desire and despair in particular like to team up (often with delirium's help) when going after one of the eldest, and in particular this line

suggests to me that dream is more powerful than desire, and they both know it. (and in turn, destiny and death are more powerful than dream)

another good indicator is overture, the one story where desire is undoubtedly the hero, they are the only one acting solely to save the universe (even dream is just trying to cover up his past mistakes, and none of the other endless are getting involved at all. but desire does it without credit because they know it needs to be done)

when dream gets trapped in the black hole, desire can't pull him out of it on their own. so they bait the hook by dropping a dream fragment in destiny's garden, which makes destiny free dream to question him about it (and he manages it, though he mentions that took a lot of power)

i think the endless probably scale in power the older they are, which makes sense given that the more intrinsic to life functions were born first. it just doesn't often get called into play given how they're not technically supposed to be interfering with each others' duties

in terms of influencing each other... yes, desire and despair and death and so on are all things they all can experience. they're all kinda immune to their own element (except delirium sometimes), but not to the others'

and i think they can force those things on each other, if they need to, which is one of the few places where the respective power levels are relevant. we've never seen dream get influenced by desire directly, even in all their fights, and we don't know whether that's because desire's not interested in messing with dream's head or because they can't. when delirium threatens him, she makes a point to add "you aren't even wearing your helm"

dream could probably handle her in a direct fight, if it ever came to that, but right now he's not trying. he's coming to her unprotected, without his full strength, because he's trying to show her he means no harm. his apology is to make himself deliberately vulnerable and trust she doesn't actually want to hurt him

but when it's not a fight, or coercion, when they're just living their lives - do the others dream, for example?

and i think the answer to that is no, but by choice

partially because they don't need to sleep, but also we see in song of orpheus that orpheus, as dream's family, is aware when he's in the dreaming, and often cuts his own dreams short to go talk to his father

i think the same would apply to the other endless - they could visit dream's realm through their sleep if they chose, but unless dream was deliberately trying to hurt them (see again: power levels), they'd be aware of where they were and why

and other than maybe death, they don't want to

which isn't just down to the rules. yes, they're not supposed to interfere in each others' duties, but we know desire shirks that rule all the time. no, it actually bothers them, being in one of the other realms

i almost wrote a meta on this, i may yet still, but i think the endless are fascinating in that you can take pretty much any two and make an argument for why they're the opposites of each other. and that feeds into how they see each others' realms, it runs really counter to how they work, so being there feels wrong. and thus they only willingly visit each other when they have specific business with that sibling

(death isn't part of this equation because all things end up in her realm eventually, even her siblings. she is a part of everything, and therefore never unnatural)

so when it comes to the question of whether or not they "experience" each other, i think we can divide this into three categories:

just the general components of living. having hopes, fantasies, desires, despair, free will, eventually dying, etc. these aren't personal and i think the answer here is yes, they do experience all of the other six they don't have dominion over

visiting each others' realms - particularly for dream delirium and maybe despair, where their realms are places mortals frequently visit, where their gift actually happens. they all can visit their siblings' realms, but they will be conscious of it happening, and they will feel unnerved by it (until, of course, they die, which they do like any other being). and also their sibling whose realm they're in will be aware of their presence, and that could lead to some awkward conversations, so better not (they get enough of that every family dinner)

deliberately inflicting their abilities on each other. they can, but elder trumps younger in that equation, and because the elder ones are a lot less likely to start fights (death and destiny in particular will not get involved, and while dream is easily riled up he's also extremely beholden to The Rules), this isn't usually a problem

and yes, there is overlap in what they do, there's a bit of overlap between all of them. but i think the core of what they do is so different, different to the point they get uncomfortable in each others' realms, that there's no real clashing unless they want there to be

#sandman comic spoilers #destiny of the endless #death of the endless #dream of the endless #desire of the endless #despair of the endless #delirium of the endless #ask #mine #meta #the sandman

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A Cinematic Lover - Chapter 3

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f reader

Word count: 4.3K

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI (no smut in this chapter), briefly mentioned past substance abuse addiction, mutual pining and FLUFF. FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF

(Reader doesn't have any physical descriptions or implied characteristics but does have chronic illnesses and is explicitly diagnosed as having endometriosis, fibroids and vaginismus).

Author's note: I'M SO SORRY FOR HOW LATE THIS ONE IS. It's been like close to 2 months?! Please forgive me and enjoy this fluff! Please do let me know what you think! I adore you all! Comments and reblogs are appreciated! This has not been proofread lol.

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Dieter was lying on the couch as Abby was sitting across from him and his personal assistant Eliza was hovering nearby checking emails on her phone.

“So you’re now sleeping with the writer/producer?” Abby playfully asked breaking the somewhat comfortable silence aside from Eliza’s nearby hovering nature like a flying bug caught inside.

Dieter sighed at that and Eliza sharply looked up from her screen for a brief moment at the question but her glance swiftly landed back on her screen, while Dieter had always treated her well it wouldn’t have entirely surprised her.

“No! But I mean I wouldn’t mind if we were. But wait, I mean that I’d want more than that first and well continuing I guess.” Dieter responded thoughtfully, making sure to choose the right words as he rubbed his brow. He knew Abby would be smirking at that, she’d find him tripping over his words amusing and as more potential proof than anything else.

“Oh.” Abby said in astonishment.

Eliza looked up again, this time for a bit longer. She knew that Dieter was lonely but in her few years of working with Dieter, she’d never heard him speak about someone or be attached to someone in such a way. It was so earnest.

While Dieter’s sobriety provoked that more often than before that, it was still something that would take getting used to and moments like this were somewhat significant because of that. Dieter had put work in and was experiencing that thing called personal growth. Eliza and Abby could both see it.

“How do I ask her out in a way that is explicit enough to be interpreted as a date-date but not forward enough so that if she shoots me down it’s weird? I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. I’d be more than happy just to be her friend if she doesn’t want more, I don’t want to ruin it.” Dieter tilted his head to look at Abby and Eliza pleading for them to answer as he rushed the words out that were wanting to explode from him. He hoped getting them out would relieve the anxious mess in his head but it just made the anxiety turn to a tumbling ball in his stomach.

“What about-” Abby started to say before she was quickly cut off by Dieter as an idea leapt into his chaotic mind.

“Oh! Eliza, can you look at plays and maybe like special film screenings? But not the pish posh snobby ones” Dieter interjected.

“Sure, what does she like?”

“Horror, obviously.” Dieter quickly spoke, Eliza might’ve found it rude but he didn’t say it in a mean way. The way he said it was so earnest and he knew it was silly but he liked knowing what you liked and Eliza found it a bit endearing from him. Dieter thought for a few more seconds before continuing. “But plays, she’s into tragedies? Especially the older ones, not Shakespeare tragic but like Greeks killing their shitty husbands and poking their eyeballs out tragic.”

“Right…” Eliza’s brow furrowed at Dieter’s description as she continued to tap away at and scroll through her phone. She wasn’t super familiar with tragedies or Greek mythology, she knew it was weird though but she found that vague description concerning as she continued to swipe. “Um, Eurydice? That’s a Greek name right?” She asked, her pitch got a bit higher with the uncertainty in her question.

“Eurydice and Orpheus.” Abby quickly said as she drummed her fingers against her knee watching Eliza’s professional frantic work and Dieter’s instant perk up over planning an excursion for you.

“Yes! Who’s it by?” Dieter chirps.

“Sarah Ruhl, American playwright. There’s a one-off special performance on Friday.” Eliza quickly responded.

“Oh, that’s perfect Eliza! It’s like a feminist retelling, right? That’s perfect. I’ve heard of it but I haven’t seen it. Can you get me 2 good seats and find a synopsis or something for me.”

“Yep, yep and done, all booked in. I just texted you the spoiler-free synopsis.”

“Thanks, you’re an angel.”

“Are you going to message her now?” Abby asked raising an eyebrow, Eliza looked up from her phone to look at Dieter and he blushed.

“On it Mom.” He nodded while his cheeks were still pink and dramatically snickered as he typed away on his phone. Composing and deleting the message before sending it several times before he eventually sent that small text and felt excited yet disturbingly vulnerable.

*****************

You were sitting cross-legged in a chair at Sati’s with her and Juan, the director of photography, discussing shot lists again. You had a cup of chai in hand and you were once again impressed at how quickly Juan could jot down notes when any of the three of you got into a rant or tangent and were speaking a million miles an hour. You hadn’t had the chance to work with Juan yet but he was talented and a good sort, it didn’t take long to see either of those things.

“Well, a wide shot there with Carmen in the background, in a doorway I think- that would work best right? It’s the visual I pictured when writing that scene.” You spoke up as your attention was brought back.

“Yeah, that makes sense. With the script and everything.” Juan responded as he jotted something down. “Slightly hazy focus?”

“Yeah, I like that.” Sati said quietly, her mind focused on the pages in front of her.

“Cool, cool, cool.” Juan said almost to himself as he scribbled something down, again. He often spoke in response to you both you noticed but when he did it had this calm, quiet, factual nature that made it feel like more of a note to himself. “Well we’ve blocked a lot out and I’m sorry but I need to go now. See you both on Thursday?”

“Yeah, thanks, Juan. Sounds great.” Sati said as Juan started to leave.

“Thank you.” You called out as he was showing himself out. “You weren’t super chatty today Sati.”

“Just tired.” Sati hummed out and slummed into her chair for a bit. “Is insomnia contagious? Did you give it to me?”

“It’s not an STI.” You smirked.

“I know that!” Sati rolled her eyes. “We’d need to screw for that to happen. Other things can be contagious without being an STI though, like colds!”

“Well, that’s good to know. Thanks, Sati.” You deadpanned and she again dramatically rolled her eyes.

“Well thanks for the wit, I’m exhausted and I now need to pee.” Sati said as she got up.

“Go piss girl.” You immediately said with a small chuckle and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re the worst.” She said before leaving your sights.

You were looking over the papers in front of you when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Quickly pulling your phone out of boredom at the lack of Sati’s presence you check the notification and are quickly surprised by it.

DIETER: Hey, are you free Friday night by any chance? There’s a production of Eurydice on, made me think of you.

It made you immediately smile, a wide, goofy one that if Sati saw you knew she’d tease you. It was a sweet text. Something made Dieter Bravo think of you? You felt your cheeks heat up at that and the smile widen somehow even more. Obviously, your brief conversation on Medea and the tragedies made him associate you with the genre now you thought. Which ironically didn’t feel tragic to you, you were certain others would find that tragic and bizarre but you couldn’t help but find it rather sweet.

You quickly text back that you’re free and that you’d love to go. Which is completely true, you had heard about the play and read it but you hadn’t seen it live but you had always wanted to. This made the gesture so much more meaningful to you.

“Why is your phone making you smile?” Sati asks as she walks back into the room.

“Dieter texted.”

“Oh?”

“There’s a production of Eurydice on Friday. He’s invited me I guess?” You wipe your face as if there’s something there on it but really if there was anything to wipe away it would be that smile. You’re just trying to shield your face from hers although you know she’ll read it as if she’s inside your head somehow. The power of Sati.

“He knows you like tragedies?!” Sati exclaims somewhat shocked by the revelation. “Or does he think you’re sad? Or is he sad and pretentious?”

“We talked about them the other day, it’s not weird.” You say with a shy smile, your hands going back to your sides as you sit looking up at her standing in the room.

“Better this than Oedipus Rex I guess?” She asks with a smirk.

“Why because-”

“It could be a green flag, it says he has issues, he knows, just not mommy issues!” She teases. “So don’t worry!”

“That one psych paper you did at undergrad, ruined you I swear.” You quip back with a chuckle.

“Very funny.” She sighs and then looks at you a bit more seriously. “So you’re going?” She asks softly.

“Yeah.” You nod your hand fidgeting with the sleeve of your shirt as you do.

“Well, I look forward to a very thorough review.” Sati says with a smile so wide she hopes it calms the nerves she sees written all over you.

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It was now Friday, the day of the play. It was also a date you thought? You weren’t too sure but Dieter had initiated it both times you meeting up so you were sure it would? Plus, he’d taken book recommendations from you. He had been reading The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones and had been messaging you regular updates about how he was progressing through it, you’d just finished What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher and had talked about it with Dieter, he was genuinely interested in your thoughts on the book.

You were somewhat anxious to see him but you were looking forward to it. He was going to pick you up and you’d head straight for the theatre. You were wearing a purple matching set, that included a blazer that you had over your arm at the moment. Something about suits just made you happy and you’d wear them whenever you could, especially when endo flare-ups meant that pants that weren’t elasticated and loose (really just pyjama pants) were not an option, let alone a wise one.

Your phone buzzed as Dieter sent a text announcing his arrival, giving Phoebe a quick goodbye hug and head scratch before heading down, locking up as you made your way to the pavement. Dieter was leaning against the car, as he watched you. A smile on his face that only grew in your presence, as he took you in his cheeks heated up turning pink as well.

“Hey.” You spoke softly as you got closer to him.

“Hey.” He said back with a nervous smile. “I like your little fun suits.” Dieter earnestly spoke as he looked at your outfit.

He’d seen on your social media and some of the photos of you at awards and events that he’d seen that you often wore suits and he liked it. They were never as boring as men’s suits often were but often had fun colours that you looked great in, he was quickly becoming a big fan of you in purple though.

“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.” You mean it. It’s the least scruffy you’ve seen him in your few meetings or in pictures that you’ve seen online or in magazines. His hair is still a little messy but the unruly locks are a bit more tame.

“Kind of like Shiv Roy’s wardrobe, if it was more fun and she’d heard of a colour that wasn’t neutral. And well you’re not scary.” He says as he continues to look at the outfit as he then opens the door of the car for you.

“You watched Succession?” You ask somewhat surprised as you move into the car, whispering a thanks for him holding the door for you.

“Well yeah, everyone does. You’re living under a weird little tasteless rock if you aren’t milady.” Dieter quickly teased, smirking at the reveal and your shock at it.

“Well noted. And as you can see, I do not live under a weird little tasteless rock. Although, I honestly don’t know the science behind rocks and their tastebuds.” You say somewhat solemnly as you raise an eyebrow.

Dieter pauses for a moment as if he’s thinking about what the science really is behind rocks having tastebuds. He’d never thought about it before and he wonders why it’s only now that he’s considering it. He then smiles, “I’m not sure. I’m not a subject matter expert on rocks or tastebuds, unfortunately. But I’m curious now, I’ll have to google it later.” Dieter says smiling at you, his words earn a small chuckle from you and he loves the sound of it. It’s all he wants to hear and he hopes that he can continue to do that, to get chuckles and genuine laughs out of you.

The conversation moves onto the show, you’re trying your best not to fidget at your sleeve, it’s such an awful habit you have. But you’re beginning to feel a bit more nervous around him in this context, which is so ironic because being in his presence, at such proximity to him is also so natural and soothing. There’s a warm energy to Dieter and around him, it’s sweet and silly and so, so, so inviting. You notice that he’s also tapping his fingers repeatedly, you wonder if he’s anxious as well. Surely not, right?

It doesn’t feel like it’s been so long since you’ve been in the car but time has flown by in his presence. You and Dieter are at the theatre and it’s not long before you’re seated in some of the best seats and the show starts. You notice that Dieter seems to be a bit socially anxious, you don’t blame him though you certainly feel uncomfortable at most events and his name is a lot bigger than yours and his face is also far more recognisable. His sunglasses are on and he expertly navigates his way through with a hand on your back to avoid any and all social interactions outside of you.

When you’re suited down he then slowly removes his sunglasses before tucking them away.

“Are you okay?” You ask softly as you make eye contact.

“Oh, uh-yeah. It just gets intense and well, ridiculous you know?” He says.

While it’s not a lie, Dieter does want to be honest with you, he wants to tell you everything going on and everything that has ever gone on. He wants to share his thoughts and just word vomit at you, he’s so good at blurting things out at the wrong time but he doesn’t want to do that with you right now. He has this fear of not being enough and he needs you to see him but not that because he hopes it isn’t real and he’ll wake up someday without it.

“That’s understandable, I imagine it gets pretty intense for you at times.” You respond with a sweet, genuine smile. Dieter returns the smile and you see his soft brown eyes soften. There’s a bit more whispering between the two of you before the show starts.

The play is brilliant, it’s so moving, well-written and well-performed. You get teary-eyed at one point and Dieter does a couple of times as well. Each time that you do he looks at your face, it breaks him to see you be visibly sad over something. He’s a little surprised at how expressive your face can be especially with how convincing your deadpan delivery is and your sense of humour, he thinks you could be an actor, a talented one at that if you ever decided to but he thinks it’s fascinating that you’ve never seemed to have had that interest. But he’s touched by the fact that he’s met someone so passionate and who is also just as touched by art as he is, it makes him smile a little and it pushes him to be the first one to make physical contact. You oddly didn’t feel self-conscious about getting teary-eyed in front of him and he didn’t feel that way either and you can’t help but feel like that is a good sign.

He holds your hand in yours as you wipe a tear from your eye with your free hand. He squeezes your hand softly as you do and your cheeks heat up at the contact. It’s so gentle and soothing, his hands are so warm and the embrace between your hands feels so right and natural. Your fingers naturally interlock like pieces in a puzzle, Dieter can’t help but immediately think that there’s no other explanation than that his hand was made to hold yours.

When the play finished you both leave, Dieter again expertly weaves you out of the crowd to avoid social interaction. He has social anxiety that he doesn’t like to talk about, the allure of his previous vices was that they could aid with combatting those difficulties. Facing them sober had been another battle. But he was managing, he’d had a nice time with you and there was a comfort in your presence, your humour and your smile. It was all so genuine and he liked how your hand felt in his. He hadn’t let it go once since he’d first started holding it.

Dieter’s still holding your hand as you dodge people until you’re outside of the theatre. He visibly relaxes as soon as his feet hit the pavement and the cool New York evening air hits his face and lungs. You can’t help but smile at him, he’s so real but it somehow feels so surreal to be around him at the same time.

“Do you want to walk for a bit before heading back?” Dieter asks softly, his warm brown eyes have a puppy dog quality to them and you can’t help but immediately nod at the suggestion.

You’re still holding his hand and his body is closer to you than it was before, you can feel it somewhat pressed against you. You can feel his body heat, the rest of his body is warm like his hands, his scent is closer to you than what was in the theatre with others. There’s something sweet there, it must be his body wash you think, the idea of him having a ridiculously sweet body wash with a ridiculous name makes you smile.

“Did you like it?” You ask Dieter as you look into his eyes, he smiles more as the two of you make eye contact.

“Yeah, yeah, I did!” He says somewhat earnestly as he watches your faces. “Did you?”

“Oh, I loved it!” You say with a small laugh and his face lights up at that. “I’d been wanting to see it forever so thank you. Really, it was very thoughtful.” He nods at that and he can’t help but goofily smile at that. He has the energy of a dog, so sweet, kind, and just eager to be pleased and validated. You don’t know it quite yet but he can be insecure.

“I’m glad. Tragedies made me think of you.” He says thoughtfully and then he quickly realises how bad that could sound. “Shoot, I mean I don’t think you’re tragic or you’re living in a weird tragedy. Just that you’re interested in them and it was meant to be thoughtful and I can’t believe I said that-” He sighs as he rambles, his cheeks and ears turning pink. Your smile grows and you can’t help but giggle a little at that.

“I didn’t think you meant that, it didn’t cross my mind. But thank you for clarifying Dee.” You say with a smile, rubbing your thumb over his hand and giving it a small, reassuring squeeze.

He exhales in relief and the smile returns on his face at your words and your gentle, comforting touch. He also likes that you’ve used a nickname with him. Sure, he’s had people throughout his life call him Dee but not in the way that you do. It feels so right falling from your lips like he’s spent his whole life with it and he’d happily spend the rest of his life hearing you call him that. He knows of that saying and media phenomenon where it’s said that one partner or character fell first but the other fell harder. He knows it’s too early to say it out loud but it’s a fact that he’s fallen first and he’s just falling harder and harder.

“Thanks. I really mean that.” He says and you nod, you don’t know why he’s thanking you but the moment feels far too earnest to say anything to contradict that. “But speaking of tragedies, how’s the Medea writing going?”

“Still very early, laying the foundations. More reading than anything.” You respond.

“I like your brain.” Dieter blurts out as soon as you finish your sentence, you look at him with a curious smile and you feel your cheeks heat up at the weird statement.

“I like yours too.” You respond and you feel butterflies in your stomach as you do.

“Thanks but yours is truly spectacular. I just-”

“Just what?” You query, curiously but also somewhat anxiously.

“I don’t know how to say it.” He says somewhat thoughtfully, more contained than the impulsive but true blurts from before. “I’ll let you know when I do though.” He says, it’s still thoughtful but you both know it’s a true promise.

“That’s okay.” You say and he nods at that, looking down and smiling, you can see the blush across his cheeks and it’s so cute, he’s truly adorable you think.

“Should we head off?” He asks. He knows it’s getting late but he also doesn’t want to leave your side. He’d happily spend the rest of the night just walking the city with his hand in yours.

You nod at that and he sends a text and it’s barely a minute before his driver is back. Dieter holds the car door open for you again and your cheeks heat up again at the gesture. He holds your hand again as you sit and talk in the car, he’d happily initiate more touch but he doesn’t want to rush this. Even just being in your presence is more than enough to fill his soul up with sunlight.

The car stops outside of your place and Dieter walks you to the doorstep of your apartment. You look at him and smile, he runs a hand through his hair which tousles it a bit, returning his once-tamed locks back to their more chaotic state. It’s a sight that makes you internally swoon.

“Thank you for tonight, I had a lot of fun, Dee.” You break the brief, comfortable silence as you lean against the door. He smiles widely at that.

“I’m glad, I really did too.” He says and then pauses for a thoughtful moment. “I think I know how to say it well communicate that earlier thought now?” His eyes are focused on you and you're taken aback a little at the change in the subject but you're nonetheless intrigued.

“Yes…?” You ask as your eyes widen a little.

“Can I um, well would you like me to kiss you?” He asks, he’s not showing it despite his widened doe eyes but internally he’s shaking at the potential fear of rejection or having upset you.

“Yes, I would.” You answer quickly trying not to become too flustered at that. “You can kiss me, Dee.”

“Okay cool.” He says and his face lights up with that and a large smile, it’s like a ridiculous natural glow.

He places a hand on the back of your waist and the other one cups your cheek gently and he leans in, he presses a kiss to your lips and it’s soft. It’s such a sweet kiss, it isn’t hungry and it doesn’t deepen, there’s no expectation or further request to it. It’s just soft and relatively innocent but there’s a warmth and passion there, Dieter can taste your lip balm and you can taste something sweet on his lips. Confirming what you’d already known, he has a sweet tooth but you think you can taste coffee there as well and you don’t mind. It feels warm and your fingers gently grasp at his hair and run through it as the kiss deepens a little bit.

When you both pull away he’s blushing and there’s a twinkle in his chocolate eyes. His hair looks even like it normally does with your hands having messed it up a bit. Your cheeks look up as you make eye contact.

“Thank you.” He says quietly but gently. “I’ll see you later. Well, I’ll message you first but yeah.”

“Of course. I know what you mean Dee.” You say with a small laugh as your cheeks heat up more, your face is starting to feel sore with how much he’s making you smile and giggle.

“Okay good, goodnight.” He says as he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before returning back to the car.

What a night, you think as you let yourself in. Dieter Bravo kissed you on your doorstep.

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munmomuu · 5 months

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I am full on copium on believing that BG3 should/would have a DLC based on a follow up for the Crown of Karsus. Full game and epilogue spoilers ahead.

First as a disclaimer - I'm fully aware this is at best, wishful thinking and isn't based on anything else than what we have in the game already and has a lot of problems due how large the game is. But I'm hopeful!

As anyone could probably tell, marketing standpoint, it would be really profitable for Larian to make story DLC's in the game. The game has sold a lot, has got expectionally great reviews, people crave more, yada yada. No surprises there.

Bah - why are you assuming there's a DLC coming?

In the epilogues, Withers does hint a lot on possible future DLC's. The first one is from the final toast you get after you advance the party by talking to Withers, and the second one is when your character dies during the last cutscene in the docks. The dev notes only describe the cinematics for the toast, so there's no additional notes on if it's foreshadowing or not.

Also, of course we can't ignore Raphael's oh-so-subtle hints. Screenshots are taken from video by Rhikitty

Obviously, it could be just Larian teasing us, it could be that they have plans now, but they sour later on. We can't really tell at this point. But, enough on that, I wanted to make this more on what it could be about - the Crown of Karsus.

Why the Crown?

The game has quite the emphasis on the Crown in Act 3 - the Netherstones control the crown and this way also the Elder Brain (which becomes the Netherbrain). In the end, the Crown drops in the Chionthar, where there's several options what will happen to it:

The Crown ends up to Gale - he will use it to claim godhood

Mystra gets hold of the Crown - Gale will return the Crown to her

Raphael will have the Crown - either the player surrenders the Crown to him, or (I'm not sure about this) he retrieves it himself from Chionthar

As far as I know and correct me if I'm wrong - someone will always have the Crown in the end. This already is a really good base for a story - Raphael is seeking out world domination himself after he has conquered Avernus, so we would have to stop him to get the hold of the Crown. It is pretty clear he hasn't given up on the crown.

Mystra's and Gale's motivations are still unknown what will they do with it. Raphael does allude that they would be corrupted as well and use it for their own selfish reasons, but at this point, could we really trust Raphael as the source on this?

Who would be the villain?

If we assume what Raphael says is true - this could also mean we would need to be against Mystra or Gale. Or, if the player ascends with Gale, maybe be against our old friends and companions, defending the crown and preventing them shattering their godhood. There's also the possibility that origin Gale would become Mystra's Chosen again, so origin Gale would have to fight beside her.

Personally, thinking about these options, I would wager the main antagonist would be Raphael, and Gale and Mystra would be your allies at the start of the DLC, with the eventual option to betray them in the end. Raphael is a very compelling antagonist, with amazing performance and brilliant writing, which would be very fascinating to see more of. Not to mention, it would bring opportunities to show off Mephistopheles, and also possible stir things with Zariel, Karlach, Wyll and Mizora.

There's also Shar and Vlaakith who showed interested in the artefact. I have to admit, I kind of missed the point why Shar would have been interested in the artefact. I know Vlaakith's main concern was to secure her place in godhood and avoid Orpheus getting free. So while they showed more interest in the artefact rather than Crown, it could be possible they would show more interest in it too.

Back to reality....

It could certainly be possible that this could happen, I'm bit of sceptical for getting any DLC that would set after the game events. While Larian's writing for very diverse, branching narrative is really cool, it requires a lot of mental work from the writers to keep the characters consistent for the player's actions and consider all the outcomes with companions and origin characters, not to speak actually making them in the game with full acting, getting approval from licensing standpoint, etc. It's not impossible, given how well the game has done and everyone working on the game are more experienced with it.

But this is just me theorycrafting and just getting some of the brainrot out of my system.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 epilogue spoilers #bg3 spoilers #bg3 patch 5 #gale of waterdeep #raphael

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phoenixpearl-ashes · 5 months

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Alright, I've had food and gathered my thoughts (though to be honest most of them are still just incoherent happy yells) regarding the new finale party. So here we are, divided by each character below the cut, in roughly the arbitrary order I talked to them in.

Halsin- I was pleasantly surprised he went back to the moonrise region. Less surprised that he chills as a bear a lot of the time, but still delightful. But oh my goodness hearing he gets to settle down and take care of a bunch of kids? Highlight of the conversation. And he gave me a wooden duck! I will treasure it forever. Hug 10/10, one of the few party members not being just dwarfed by my dragonborn durge.

Astarion- Yes I know I arrived with him but I wanted to make sure he was good. As mentioned already I was so freaking happy to see how much he's managed to relax in the six months. And oh my gods him saying six months with Aeranan was equal weight to the literal 200 years of torture? Good gods. Aeranan loves this vampire so dearly. Also, absolutely fascinated by one of his lines saying that we have eternity likely confirming my theory that redeemed durge is still immortal. Which is awesome both for further story purposes and because I would absolutely hate to leave him alone again. Hug was 100/10, fucking loved the zoom in on him just tucked close and relaxed.

Lae'zel- I was incredibly happy to see her, even astrally projected because I royally fucked up her quest last game and she was a fugitive. So to see her this time, not only alive but in good spirits, was incredible. Orpheus remains alive, albeit in mind flayer form, and it seems likely to me that they stay in touch. She's doing amazing as the leader of the revolution. I wanted to hug her very badly, but alas, magic projection says no. Teensy bit sad I couldn't say hi to the red dragons but maybe after the whole war thing is over I can go and visit. ALSO she admitted she missed me so I am feeling so very loved right now.

Karlach- Karlach! I was so happy to see her okay. I missed the chance to hug her because apparently it's a missable dialogue choice so that was sad. But, the fact that she's up here again and there's actually hope to fix her engine!!! I'm so fucking happy about that. I hope they fix her heart and we all get to chuck the old engine at Zariel's head as it explodes. Also really happy she's getting on well with Wyll. She didn't deserve to be alone ever again.

Wyll- The blade of Avernus is as dashing as ever. Absolutely love that he reclassed into ranger and is just massacring devils. Fuck them up Wyll. Also the fact that we managed to keep his father alive this time around and they;re both proud of each other is just. Yes. I don't know if he'll stay in Avernus if Karlach can leave but I hope they stay a dynamic devil slaying duo for as long as they can.

Gale- Ahh he's a professor! So proud of him for not going mad with power and getting to settle down sans death orb. I'm less enthused he seems to still be vying for Mystra's attentions, but hey it's his life. I hugged him immediately because we are magic pals forever and he always looks like he needs on quite frankly. Another 10/10 hug Genuinely love his sincerity all through the game on his care for our friendship, and this portion was no different. Aeranan is going to guest lecture at his class with Astarion sometime and make every student gag at their lovey-dovey behavior.

(Bonus Tara)-I love Tara so much. Fantastic tressym no notes. Absolutely an honor to meet her. I would 100% give her the best place by the fire.

Jaheira- Friendly teasing with her continues as always. Teased Aeranan about the idea of starting a family although quite frankly I'm not sure that would even work given Aeranan and Astarion's...everything. But cute thoughts regardless. Any future kids would call Jaheira auntie and she would complain the whole time and love it. I did promise not to let any of them get into blood duels though. Aeranan's life aside, it was excellent to hear she's doing well and reconnected to her kids, and is getting the Harpers all coordinated on the city restoration. She seems happiest when she's busy, even if it does involve saving Minsc from himself every day or so.

Shadowheart- I'm really glad she's getting to live that free life she was robbed of as a child. Perhaps one day Nocturne can rejoin her as well but in the meantime its a lovely thing to think of her just drifting through the world as she pleases, making some alcohol perhaps, calling on old friends, and simply put, living. Hugged her with zero hesitation as well. 10/10 gave her multiple hugs throughout the evening because she always deserves them. I'm glad she's decided to pick up the responsibility of party planning in future though because Aeranan does not have the social skills to arrange this nonsense every 6 months or so. Well. They'd try for this group.

Minsc- Not even remotely surprised this man had to be portalled in from a jail cell. I was worried for about 5 secinds and them remembered him tearing open a mimic from the inside, so I think he'll be fine. Besides, Jaheira wouldn't leave him to rot in a jail cell, no matter how foolish he was to land himself there. Boo was cute as ever.

Scratch- Happy to see the good boy still doing well. Did not remember to have an animal speaking potion but ah well. Hilarious that the astral prism is a fetch toy now.

Owlbear Cub- Extremely cute and sweet as always. Gave him many many pats. Also arranged for him to live with Halsin. I think he'd be well able to take care of him and was very enthusiastic about the kids loving him. Our little cub deserves a happy and chill life.

Volo- Hilarious that he showed up without an invitation. Probably going to have to sue him for fraud/identity theft/libel at some point but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Milil- I adore that we had a forgotten music deity as our evening entertainment. Super happy when I recognized him, obliged by playing songs that made me cry before the party was over. Hope I can chat with him again at future parties.

And there it was. A night to fondly remember and a group to return to time and time again. Friends, comrades, and the family Aeranan would always choose.

To us.

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #Aeranan #halsin #astarion #lae'zel #karlach #wyll #gale #tara the tressym #jaheira #shadowheart #minsc #durge #withers

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