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nonotnolan · 1 year

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Rookie Mistake

“Yeah, I realized the other day that, like... I’ve spent the last five Sunday afternoons, like, completely blacked out,” he said, rubbing his hands as he spoke. Dave, our next door neighbor, was telling my mother why he didn’t host his normal Saturday night party yesterday. I had to admit I was not expecting that answer. “I didn’t even think I had been drinking that much, but like... why else would that happen, y’know?"

Well, I knew exactly why he had been blacked out the past five Sundays-- I’d been using the spellbook I found in the attic to slip into his smoking hot body. Look at his chest, can you blame me? Dude has shoulders for days. I’d hop into his body when my mom and her husband went out on their date night, and then I would download Grindr to score a few casual hookups with some eager twinks. Being home from college over the summer sucked, and Dave’s body helped make it suck less. It was a victimless crime-- or so I had thought.

Honestly, I hadn’t even thought about what Dave would remember whenever I hopped into his body. Total rookie mistake, but it could have been a lot worse. As long as I stayed out of his body, his blackouts would stop, and no one would be any the wiser. Dave excused himself and went back inside his house, while Mom and I finished up bringing the groceries inside. Hopefully I didn’t look too guilty.

I took the spellbook down off my shelf, and pulled up Google translate again-- the damn thing was written in Latin. The good news is that all of the spells were illustrated, so it was usually pretty clear what each spell would do. The bad news is that a lot of the rules were written in small, cursive handwriting that the computer couldn’t read when photographed. I was making decent headway translating word by word, but it was... tedious, to say the least. Can you blame me for getting impatient?

The astral form spell I’d been using to possess Dave hadn’t said anything about memory loss, but I had also stopped translating after three paragraphs. I’d already learned the important pieces, or so I had thought. You can’t travel more than a quarter mile away from your body without risking permanent separation, your astral form could be blocked by wards or captured by soul snares, whatever the hell those were... and then the spell started talking about how it was really good for spying on your enemies. Wouldn’t something like target memory loss be important enough to mention earlier? I was livid, but it was ultimately my mistake for using a spell that I hadn’t fully translated.

I’d only made it through another half-paragraph before I got interrupted by a knock on my door. “Sweetie, I just wanted to let you know that it’s just me going out tonight,” Mom said. “Henry isn’t feeling well, so he’s going to stay behind and rest up, okay? I know I don’t have to worry about you staying quiet for him while he sleeps. See you tonight!”

I could scarcely maintain my excitement as I waited for the sound of my mother locking the front door. Henry, my step-father, was a delicious otter of a man. I hadn’t even considered the thought of taking over his body, but how could I resist an opportunity handed to me on such a silver platter? And if he was planning on sleeping anyway, the memory loss issue didn’t matter! Translating the rest of the spell could wait, I needed to seize this opportunity before it slipped away. I made sure to clear off my bed, and position myself in a neutral posture before casting the spell-- the first time I used the spell and returned to my body, the crick in my neck took three days to fully heal. Once my astral form had separated itself from my body, I flew as fast as I could to Henry’s sleeping form.

After all... just look at this man. Henry is... he’s like gay candy. Any time the three of us go out together, I don’t think he realizes how many skinny dudes can’t look away from him. And for the next few hours, that would be me. God, it was such a rush to think about that. Can you blame me for getting excited? Aside from the occasional dress pant, Henry never really wore anything that would display his bulge, so I wasn’t sure what sort of equipment I would be working with, but... now that it was in my hands, I was not disappointed. So that was a ten minute detour. I’m only human, after all.

My next order of business was to take some raunchy selfies and send them to my phone for some, uhh... future me time. The problem was that the only rooms in the house with good lighting were also the rooms where Mom had already redecorated Henry’s house with floral wallpaper. Seeing that in the background was just a total boner kill. I’d have to use my room for photos. I try to avoid seeing my lifeless body whenever I can-- it’s kind of unsettling-- but in this case, it was worth the discomfort.

I figured Henry’s strength would be more than enough to carry my body down to the living room couch, only... when I opened my door, the bed was empty. The pit of my stomach sank to the floor as I stared at the impression in my bed sheets, the only remaining sign that my body had previously been resting there. I started taking deep breaths, running my hands across my new chest fur as I tried to calm down. If the astral form spell was going to cause my body to disappear, it would have happened before today. The first step was probably to search the rest of the house, just in case anything else had been displaced.

I found my body outside, shirtless, smoking a cigarette on the patio. He had to have heard me-- I certainly wasn’t quiet as I flung upon the back door-- but he didn’t even bother to look up at me.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my body?” I said, trying to puff out Henry’s chest for maximum intimidation.

My body responded by blowing a cloud of smoke into my face. “Get over yourself,” he said, taking another long drag. “You grabbed my spellbook out of my attic, turned the next door neighbor into a meat suit, and now you have the gall to pretend that you’re the victim here?”

I tried to think of some sort of witty comeback, but my brain had completely frozen up. “I... Henry? Is that you in there? What are you doing?”

“Watching you fall for the world’s most obvious trap,” he said, lording over me with a smug grin on his face. He had me dead to rights, and we both knew it. “Your mother hadn’t even finished pulling out of the driveway, and your horny ass was already trying to take over my body. Good thing I had already started my own astral form before she left. Mind you, I have ways of keeping unwanted spirits out of my body... but then we wouldn’t be having this delightful conversation, would we?

“Consider yourself busted,” he said, snuffing out the cigarette on the patio table. “You’re going to spend the night here, pretending to be me while keeping to yourself under the guise of feeling sick. I’m going to take your body out for a joyride tonight, same as you did to Dave. We’ll switch back in the morning. No funny business, or you’ll learn first hand why I no longer need to use a spellbook to cast magic.”

“Y-yes, sir,” I said, nodding my head. Seeing Henry inside of my lanky body with his arms crossed, it looked catty rather than intimidating. All the same, I was not about to try and mess with him any further. Better to take the L here. “Hey, uhh... after tonight’s punishment... do you... do you think you could teach me how to use that spellbook?”

Henry paused, sizing me up and down with his eyes before speaking. “Me, teaching you? After a rookie mistake like this? Not on your life.”

#male body swap #gay body swap #casual body swap #male possession #male body possession #male body theft #selfish magic

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nellasbookplanet · 10 days

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In the wake of FCG' fate I've been thinking about death in ttrpgs, and how it kind of exists on three levels:

There’s the gameplay level, where it only makes sense for a combat-heavy, pc-based game to have a tool for resurrection because the characters are going to die a lot and players get attached to them and their plotlines.

Then there’s the narrative level, where you sort of need permanent death on occasion so as not to lose all tension and realism. On this level, sometimes the player will let their character remain dead because they find it more interesting despite there being options of resurrection, or maybe the dice simply won’t allow the resurrection to succeed.

Then, of course, there’s the in-universe level, which is the one that really twists my mind. This is a world where actual resurrection of the actual dead is entirely obtainable, often without any ill effects (I mean, they'll be traumatized, but unless you ask a necromancer to do the resurrection they won’t come back as a zombie or vampire or otherwise wrong). It’s so normal that many adventurers will have gone through it multiple times. Like, imagine actually living in a world where all that keeps you from getting a missing loved one back is the funds to buy a diamond and hire a cleric. As viewers we felt that of course Pike should bring Laudna, a complete stranger, back when asked, but how often does she get this question? How many parents have come and begged her to return their child to them? How many lovers lost but still within reach? When and how does she decide who she saves and who she doesn’t?

From this perspective, I feel like every other adventurer should have the motive/backstory of 'I lost a loved one and am working to obtain the level of power/wealth to get them back'. But of course this is a game, and resurrection is just a game mechanic meant to be practically useful.

Anyway. A story-based actual play kind of has to find a way to balance these three levels. From a narrative perspective letting FCG remain dead makes sense, respects their sacrifice, and ends their arc on a highlight. From a gameplay level it is possible to bring them back but a lot more complicated than a simple revivify. But on an in-universe level, when do you decide if you should let someone remain dead or not? Is the party selfish if they don’t choose to pursue his resurrection the way they did for Laudna? Do they even know, as characters, that it’s technically possible to save someone who's been blown to smithereens? Back in campaign 2, the moment the m9 gained access to higher level resurrection they went to get Molly back (and only failed because his body had been taken back by Lucien). At the end of c1, half the party were in denial about Vax and still looking for ways to save him, because they had always been able to before (and had the game continued longer it wouldn’t have surprised me had they found a way). Deanna was brought back decades after her death (and was kind of fucked up because of it). Bringing someone back could be saving them, showing them just how loved and appreciated they are. Or it could be saving you, forcing someone back from rest and peace into a world that's kept moving without them because you can’t handle the guilt of knowing you let them stay gone when you didn’t have to. How do you know? How would you ever know?

#cr spoilers #sometimes i think about how oryms backstory has it baked in that will was magically impossible to bring back #while yasha was simply not powerful enough in either magic or connections to bring zuala back #and by the time she was years had gone by and yasha had moved on and bringing zuala back would've been cruel and selfish #similar to how deanna was brought back but now she was left behind and alone #speaking of could you ever truly move on from grief in a world like that?#how do you accept the inevitability of death when it isn’t necessarily permanent?#no wonder delilah and sylas went evil to keep each other alive #no wonder laerryn accidentally caused the calamity in trying to break through the planes #the hubris of a world like this would be UNREAL #as would the bitter feelings from everyone who knows this power exists but can’t access it bc they’re like. a farmer #critical role #long post #nella talks cr #cr3 spoilers

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sideprince · 3 days

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I've seen the same post a hundred times now. Sometimes it's a few days old, sometimes it's from years ago, but it's always the same. Some anti posts about how they don't understand how anyone can like Snape because he was so awful, and then there's a long reply that goes something like, "imagine this happens to you, and then this, and then this" to describe Snape's experience. Sometimes there's some James Potter hate thrown in.

Look. You can go through describing a character's entire experience but you don't really need to. Here's the thing that antis don't understand:

For all her faults (and they're big, bigoted ones) Rowling understood a really integral part of the human experience and conveyed it through Snape. Everyone needs love and to feel accepted. It's that simple. Snape became a Death Eater to seek acceptance (Rowling has confirmed this, though I can't remember the source - whoever wants to add it please do), because it was the only way he could find any.

Snape's understanding of morality, like everyone's, is subjective. Some readers understand this and some don't. When faced against a morality that says there is good and bad in the world, everyone makes choices based on their personal experience. Context is everything. Someone who experiences pain and suffering will not see the person inflicting it on them as moral. That's it. 'How can this person be good when they caused me so much suffering?' = human psychology. Most of the people who think 'I'm a bad person and deserve this' have been gaslit and abused into thinking so, because it's not a natural reaction - it's one that has to often be socialized into someone at a young age, exactly because it's not natural. Everyone is the hero of their own story; no one sees themselves as a villain, because they see the valid aspects of their own perspective.

You can write essays on how vulnerable people needing acceptance is what cults and fascists exploit to recruit vulnerable people, or on how the standard anti's un-nuanced reading of Snape both ignores canon and displays a disturbing lack of empathy or compassion, but at its core it just boils down to context. From Snape's perspective he experienced cruelty, therefore the people inflicting it must be cruel. Again, it's that simple. He was a person, like any other, except he was fictional so he wasn't even real. On the flip side is James Potter, who, for all his faults, didn't get to live long enough to get a chance to change and grow unlike Snape, and I think the Snapedom also needs to acknowledge that.

They're fictional characters representing things an author wants to say, not sports teams, not martyrs, and not all good or all bad emblems that define your identity depending on how you feel about them. It's depressing how much time is wasted arguing with bullies and trolls whether from the Marauders fandom or just random antis. I literally can't find more than three blogs to follow without this argument coming across my feed daily. I know the Snapedom is Not OK�� and that's kind why we're all here, and I know that my take is super unpopular but like Snape, I don't care what others think: this fandom has been having the exact same argument for years and nothing has changed. There's fanart and meta and fic and so much content out there appreciating this character, you're not going to change an anti's mind who's deliberately trolling in the tags, so why are you trying? What are you getting out of it? What does it give you? It's exhausting just scrolling past it.

#The thing about morality is that it's subjective #the religious leader who's a beacon of moral purity to their congregation #is a source of selfishness and pain to someone they abuse in secret #is that abuse victim immoral for rejecting the values the religious leader represents?#the congregation might think so because their definition of morality relies on the religious leader being a moral guide #the victim might not think so though because how can something be righteous if it causes suffering #look this is just an example of how perspectives can vary and I know there are more possible takes on that example #my point is that the idea that there's no clear 'good' and 'evil' there's only power/what you do with it is actually how psychology works #'good' to one person can be pain to another #'scourgify' is an innocuous household spell that cleans stains until it's used to waterboard someone #context matters more than labels like 'light' and 'dark' magic

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maulfucker · 7 months

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Yeah yeah jedi Maul au we've all seen him. But what about senator Maul au. Representing Dathomir, a neutral world like Mandalore that is still somewhat hostile to outsiders. Wearing fancy clothes that show a bit too much skin for the cold climate of Coruscant. Falling in hate at first sight with Padmé, the only other senator who brings a gun to the senate floor "just in case". The two of them having a weird rivalry because Maul doesn't trust the Jedi and is neutral in a lot of subjects that Padmé is a vocal defender of.

#hm i should make an original post tag #maul #darth maul #padmé #<- she gets tagged too because she is very in my thoughts as i imagine this #sorry i watched the phantom menace bonus dvd and all the making of stuff made me Think #i want to put maul in fancy clothes and situations #he still votes with padmé in a lot of stuff btw. he just refuses to defend it out loud #because first of all he has his pride #second of all he's not here to speak for himself like all those selfish old men he's here on behalf of the tribes of dathomir #dathomir would probably have a lot more senators than the average world i think. since the tribes are not all unified #so maul would be like. the talzin clan and/or nightbrothers' senator. possibly the only male in the dathomir delegation #and more connected to the dathomir magics and martial arts than to sith philosophy #he'd probably hate both sith and jedi also. they're both freaks who worry too much about light and dark #also. this is half very similar to thoughts i have about an (unrelated) oc i have so i dont want to put this on the main post but also.#he'd probably have a lot of 'fans' who love him for his voice and looks instead of his politics #and i Knoww padmé has fans too. because she is a fashion icon. and very charismatic #so can you imagine. the hot politician fandom drama.#sorry i love creating stupid imaginary internet drama #this and my obimaul begrudging tumblr mutuals who hate each other au. i love creating virtual Situations #senator maul au

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justaz · 3 months

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thinking about god!merlin

the boy who did not know what he was or why he was born, questioning if he was a monster. the boy who heard of a destiny too heavy to carry on his own but doing so regardless because it gave him purpose. growing into his own power that seemed to get stronger and stronger every day. warlock!merlin noting that the druids revere him to an uncomfortable level, as if he were their messiah, their saving grace. which, according to the prophecies, is true. he is emrys and emrys is to save them all. the young man who does not abide by the laws of nature, who can create life without taking, who can speak a butterfly into existence, who commands nature with a yell, who can heal any and all ailments without punishment for avoiding death. the man who has died over and over again but keeps waking up, just a little bit off. he can feel his mortality burning away, with every spell, with every druid prayer and offering, with every death. the young boy searching desperately for his purpose and growing into the young man who kills without flinching because what is one little mortal life to him? who answers to emrys more than merlin now. who desperately craves to be young and naive and just. merlin.

#god!merlin #emrys the god of life magic and creation #merlin fearing the being he’ll become when that last shred of mortality burns out #condemning his godly self for his perceived selfishness and cruelty #leaving his people to suffer and die to play human for twenty odd years #when his godly self simply wanted to guide not control #idk if any of this makes sense #but it does to me #and that’s all that matters #at the end of the day it’s u and that weird niche shit ur unhealthily attached to #bbc merlin #merlin emrys

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ask-richard-jackdaw · 9 months

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Richard,

I hope you don't mind, but I happened upon you deep in thought in the castle courtyard and...well, the sight took my breath away.

I used a Muggle contraption (I believe they call it a camera) to capture these still images. You look almost corporeal...

E 🖤

E, my dear,

I am most intrigued by this Muggle contraption, and even more so — by how well you were able to capture me and my heart with it. And what a coincidence! I must admit, I had no idea that anybody was there at the time as I was most likely preoccupied with matters regarding me... Well, you said it yourself, looking corporal. If you have the time, allow me to explain.

You see, for the past two weeks I have been experimenting with something known as ancient magic. I cannot really see it but I can feel it when I am somewhere near the source, and I can really feel it if I touch it. If I spend plenty of time doing just that and focusing on being corporal — I seem to become so! Well, whatever part of me is surrounded by magic anyway.

That photo you took — I believe it was the first time that I have attempted to fully step into the stream of magic a day or two ago. The reason I needed to conduct some experiments first is rather serious as well: when the magic starts sipping away (and it never holds for longer than one day) I... Well, I am yet to find a way to make the transition back to my ghostly form less painful. As much as I was craving to feel, I forgot that pain is an integral part of life as well.

Needless to say that as fun as being able to be me again was, by the time I walked all the way back to the castle in my human form (and I got lost so many times since I could not just fly above the land toward the castle, oops) I was so tired that I just fell asleep on a bench somewhere near that area your camera captured me. When I woke up — I was a ghost again. At the very least, whatever pain I might have gone through that night, I slept through it.

I do hope that you are doing well, my darling. The sight of me should not be taking your breath away but instead making your heart beat and your soul soar. I hope you continue working on those still images because I did not get a chance to look at myself in the mirror that night. You are my only witness and I am honoured to have you share that special moment with me.

Thinking of you, always,

Richard Jackdaw

P. S. May I hope that someday I would be granted permission to call you by your proper name, my lady E?

#richard jackdaw #The Real Boy Thursday #hogwarts legacy rp #hogwarts legacy #cuffmeinblack #asks #E #tw: death #Ah I was going to do my 3rd Journal entry today regarding my advancements with ancient magic #But your letter couldn't have come at a better time #I am sorry for hijacking your letter for my selfish reasons #I am forever in your debt #[I do not wish to truly resurrect Richard]#[But I do want to roleplay him as an alive character as much as a ghost]#[Was planning to set this whole thing up before I start reaching out to other blogs but you guys jumped on him in the best of ways]#[And I gave in]#[But the goal is: take both ghost and alive asks into account without having to explain how it's possible]#[As soon as Richard figures out his/magic's limitations he will no longer be addressing his experiments]#[I am here for fun rp and everyone is free to pick any other reason as to why Richard is sometimes alive XD doesn't really matter to me]#[Any alternative universe works as long as you somehow manage to convey it in your asks!]

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vivitheanimaxen · 4 months

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there's another ranchers/zits/giggs au story concept in my head i've been playing with, so let's-- just call this a demo.

Feel free to send asks or just give general feedback, not only will it help me to flesh out the au more, it'll also give me more ideas on where to go. I've seen similar aus out there, but nothing quite like this one-- or having all the same concepts as this one. If people like it, I might turn it into an actual longfic. but i tend to run out of steam on my longfics (mostly due to a lack of interaction tbh. if no one else is excited about my au, then it's not worth pursuing, right? but that's my problem and something I have to work through myself, not something for anyone else to fix)

Anyway.

This is a thing.

The moment Jimmy laid eyes on Tango, he knew something was-- off-- about him.

They'd met him in a tavern, in the small town that lay below the abandoned Deepfrost Citadel. Jimmy's adventuring troupe had been commissioned with finding an artifact in the Citadel, and bringing it back to its rightful owner. The bounty offered would be enough to pay off the troupe's debts and much much more. When they'd asked around for any sort of maps, or a guide, the tavern keeper had pointed them over to Tango.

"He's the only one to have ever made it out of that cursed place alive." The dwarf had told them, pointing to where their future guide was sitting in the corner, "If you want a guide, he's the only one who can."

Jimmy's sense for danger had shivered up his spine and stolen his breath the moment he looked over. But-- no one in his troupe paid any attention to him anyway.

Besides, the negotiations had gone well, Tango seemed amical enough, and no one else seemed to have a problem with him. It was only Jimmy, and his overzealous avian anxiety. They would pay Tango half his fee up front, and half when they got back to the village safely.

It took them half a week to get up to the Citadel, and that was with the help and knowledge of Tango as their guide. Jimmy kept him at arms' length, not quite knowing why but deciding to trust his gut on this one. Tango was dangerous, in a way that he couldn't figure out. He'd brought it up to the others in his troupe, but none of them believed him. They all loved Tango. He was clever, quick to laugh and even quicker to crack a joke, and ever so useful.

By the time they made it to the door of the Citadel, Tango had become an invaluable member of the troupe.

Tango disappeared that first night, spent barricaded in an outlying tower and hoping not to freeze to death. Jimmy had been on watch, and between one glance and the next, Tango hadn't been in his bedroll anymore.

But-- he'd been right back in the morning, acting like Jimmy didn't know what he was talking about.

It was the little things that kept setting Jimmy on edge. Tango knew a little too much about the Citadel, he'd found the 'hidden' door to the crypts too easily, had pushed the troupe to descend into the depths faster than was safe, not letting them scout it with a familiar like they normally would. He could pick the locks almost like he had a silent knock spell in his fingers, and somehow knew his way through the maze of icy caverns like the back of his hand.

And every night, after everyone was asleep, he disappeared. Jimmy was the only one who noticed. No one else believed him either, did they just-- not notice the empty bedroll when they were on watch?

When they finally believed him, it wasn't until Tango disappeared for good. One morning, he just-- didn't come back.

Then the monsters started appearing.

One thing lead to another as they pressed deeper and deeper into the dungeon under the Citadel, icy crypts full of wraiths and furry beasts morphing into wet caverns covered in mushrooms and a pirate ship complete with it's undead crew; leading down into black mines that had supposedly been blocked off by cave ins over a hundred years ago-- and before they knew it they'd lost a member of the troupe-- their healer-- and then they were tripping tail over teakettle into a maze so dark and cold that even those in the troupe with darkvision couldn't see.

It spat them out into a chamber not unlike the throne room found mirrored high above in the Deepfrost Citadel. It was full of gold and magic and things that would make any adventurer drool at the prospect of having them to keep.

Jimmy hadn't felt 'safe'-- not since he'd first met Tango in that tavern all those weeks ago-- but the sense of someone watching them stayed his hand.

The rest of the troupe had gotten busy, plundering everything in reach and searching for the artifact they'd been sent to collect.

But not Jimmy.

When asked why he wasn't stuffing his pockets with gold, he waved off the troupe with the excuse of keeping watch. After all, there were the monsters to contend with still--

Tango's giggle seemed to come from everywhere at once.

"Oh, you really should have listened to poor, sweet Jimmy when you had the chance~"

And suddenly Tango was there, on the throne in the center of the room, but instead of the blond, brown-eyed and rough-hewn guide they'd come to know and trust, it was a creature made of frost and shadows.

Jimmy's heart dropped out his stomach.

"Dragon--!"

Oh, they were dead.

Scratch that. Apparently everyone but Jimmy was dead.

Not like that was much better.

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feelingthedisaster · 5 months

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just two characters that are like chernobyl having a more healthy relationship than most of the ya romance books out there

#are authors allergic to consent or what #andreil #we have:#a possesive violent 'kill his mom' who represses feelings and tries to stab (or choke) everyone who he sees as threaths #and a selfish guy with trust issues who always lies #ANDREW DRUGGED NEIL ONE TIME #but most popular “”“”“romance”“”“ books manage to be more toxic than thar #literally why #we know why #CONSENT #its a simple “yes or no”#and you cant even do that?????#plus they dont magically get better while dating but they do try to be better for each other and helping the other #example:#neil tell andrew some truths #andrew stops taking cracker dust after neil asks him to do so #neil trying to help andrew and aaron relationship so they can at least be in the same room #neil learns to trust another person (andrew)#they dont fix all of their problems just by dating #they still have a lot of problems #and when i say a lot IT IS A LOT #but they try #and one day they'll get better #with the support of the other #(it will take time)#but they are each other support in the process #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard

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masked-alien-lesbian · 4 months

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And murderer of a few thousand Ashen and Light realmers when I chose to combine the realms lol

#Oh well #We got to be with all our friends #And lovers #We're not separated from Kade #We all practice true magic now #So no more corruption or life draining #I'm a selfish bitch #As long as my friends and wives and brother #Are alive #F everyone else #choices #pixelberry #playchoices #blades of light and shadow #blades of light and shadow 2 #bolas 2

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downfalldestiny · 7 months

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Forgive me, madam, for taking up so much of your time ❤️‍🩹 !.

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soldier-poet-king · 9 months

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Playing a drow in bg3 bc I love them and holy shit everyone is SO casually racist to my pc (even the tieflings!!! Another historically persecuted race!!! I expected it at least from the bitchy wood elf druid lady but the tieflings???)

#im literally only at the druid camp and everyone is SO mean>:(#im not even a lolth drow #fran plays bg3 #anyway it kinda fits with my backstory #drow taken by convent as a child and made into a paladin #and by taken i mean straight up stolen by self righteous humam assholes who have to save the evil drow children uwu #anywaym shes uh. confused abt everything. growing up in a convent to be a do gooder #but is like. actuallt. a selfish coward and doesnt wanna be that #so im multiclassing into pact of the fiend warlock #padlock multiclassing my beloved. what is cooler. NOTHING #party rn is just me astarion wyll and gale hanging out doing crimes while wyll and gale disapprove #oops :)#im having a blast :) truly will to live restored i am going to cause problems on purpose:3 #astarion/charis mutusl corruption arc. theyre gonns get worse AND better at the same time #also gale keeps giving me whiplash bc he sounds SOOO much like greg ellis as anders in da awakenings #its NOT him i googled it #but damn this man sounds like cullen as anders FOR REAL #hes kinda hot in a definitely keeping secrets but also magic way #him and periklea would get along soooo well

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nonotnolan · 11 months

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Summer Break Dullahans

I can’t say that I was expecting to respond to somebody’s cry for help at three in the afternoon. The student dorms were already pretty empty, since only one of the three buildings would be open for summer classes, and most people were at home until the summer semester officially started. So when I heard a faint cry of “Can anybody hear me? I need help!” it was easy for me to believe that the guy had been yelling in vain for quite awhile. I wasn’t sure what I expected-- a Freshman who managed to get pinned between the bed and the wall, maybe? I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to see Ben’s detached head sitting on a couch pillow.

No wonder he was yelling for help, he was literally just a head! I walked over and picked him up off the couch, grabbing him on either side of his ears. I thought for sure this was just an optical illusion somehow, but... no, I was holding his entire head in my hands. “Put me down, jackass,” he shouted, trying and failing to wiggle out of my grip. “I don’t need help from you.”

I wasn’t expecting to feel the muscles in his jaw move as he spoke, and I’m a bit ashamed to admit I actually dropped him in surprise. He landed on the couch, at least, but it couldn’t have felt good to land nose-first from that far up. “I’m so sorry, Ben,” I said, as I rotated him back to an upright position. “What happened to you, anyway?”

“You know damn well what happened-- your fucking roommate happened, that’s what,” he said, glaring at me. “I was just watching some Netflix when Grant barges into my room with a goddamn sword. Next thing I know I’m stuck on the couch, and he’s taking away my headless body! He already told me about your plan to steal bodies away from other guys, don’t you fucking dare pretend to feel bad.” Well, that was news to me, but Ben refused to believe a word I said. Not knowing what else to do, I turned on the TV on for him, and leaved the door open so that the next person might be able to find him a bit easier.

Pulling out my phone, I discovered that I’d missed a few text messages from Grant. He said he was waiting for me downstairs in the parking garage with a surprise that I’d have to see to believe. Which... yeah, if I hadn’t managed to stumble across Ben’s detached head, I don’t think that I ever would have expected to see a muscular Grant. He was a great roommate and all, but the dude was maybe 120 pounds on a good day. Given that I was easily twice his weight, the two of us definitely had a weird dynamic going.

Or, we used to, at any rate. The new Grant was almost certainly a lot more muscular than he had ever been before in his entire life. It was hard to imagine the guy who stayed up every night with me to grind rank in League of Legends being able to earn a physique like that. And there was something about seeing his pale head resting on top of Ben’s tanned body that was just far too comical.

“What, is that the only reaction I’m going to get?” he asked, frowning slightly. “Fuckin’ look at me, bro. I’m like some sort of Alpha Male now. You wish you could be a man like me!” He started flexing his arms, causing veins to appear in places I didn’t even know they existed. “It’s okay to be jealous, Eric. You don’t gotta act so modest on my account. I know you’re gay, it’s okay if you suddenly want a piece of this.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry if you were expecting me to be completely losing it right now,” I said. “I already ran into Ben upstairs, and he told me... well, what’s left of him told me about what you did. Nice sword, by the way.”

“Well, fuck,” he said, letting his shoulders drop. There was something about seeing him stand there, slouched over, that made him look so much more like the real Grant. “Probably should have slapped his head onto my old body before leaving. I guess on the plus side, I won’t have to work very hard to convince you that this sword is magic somehow. And anyway, I still have another surprise up my sleeve.” He snapped his fingers, and gestured toward a figure who had been standing off in the shadows. Well, most of a figure, at any rate. A headless body, absolutely stacked with muscles, stepped forward into the lights.

“Did you... is that for me?” I asked, trying to make sense of the surge of emotions I felt. Desire. Longing. Lust. Holy hell, I wanted that body to be mine. The shoulders, the pecs, the abs... healthy, vibrant, everything that my current pale and flabby body could never be. Not without more work than I would ever be willing to do. A primal, animalistic Need. And, if I had to be honest, a slight amount of guilt. I’d already saw what Grant had done to Ben. If I made this body mine, I would be stealing it from someone else.

I was utterly entranced. I found myself tracing the ridges of its chest with my fingers, my head utterly swimming in hormones as my manhood rose to its paltry four inches underneath my cargo shorts. “Grant, who did... where did you find him?”

“Nuh-uh,” Grant said, shaking his head at me. “I know you, Eric. You think too much. If I tell you his name, you’re gonna feel bad and you’re gonna try to make it up to him. Fuck that shit. This is all or nothing. You want this body, you don’t get to know whose it was.”

He knew me far too well. I looked back and forth between Grant and the headless muscle hunk that he had procured for me. Did I want it that badly? Would I be able to live with myself afterward? My head tried to argue ethics, but my heart already knew my answer.

I dropped down onto my knees, giving Grant easier access to my neck. He lifted the sword up high into the air, striking down with a massive swing. I felt a sudden lurch as I fell several feet to the ground. I tried to use my arms to prevent myself from hitting the ground, only I didn’t have arms anymore-- my old body was completely unresponsive.

“Hey, wanna know what your new body is gonna smell like?” I tried to protest, but I was unable to stop Grant from lifting up my new body’s arm and shoving my head right into its armpit. The coarse hair brushed up against my nose and lips as the sweaty musk filled my nostrils. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you,” he said, laughing at me. I wanted to be mad, but... he was absolutely right.

“Just shut up and attach my head,” I said, trying not to let him know how much it was turning me on. If I didn’t have an armpit fetish before, I did now. Grant lowered my head into place, and suddenly I had full control over my new, muscular body.

I practically sprinted back inside to find a bathroom with a good mirror. Can you blame me? You could still see the difference between my head’s pale skin and my body’s bronze tan, but I think maybe a lot of people would just assume that I had used tanning spray. Hell, for all I know, my prior body really had used a tanning spray.

A few months from now, the rest of my friends would return from summer break, and I would have to try and convince everyone that I had gained this body naturally. No one would ever believe that I had lost 100 pounds at the same time that my roommate gained 100 pounds. Although... if Grant was planning to keep the sword, maybe he would be willing to hook up my friends with a new body as well?

#male body theft #nerd to jock #male body transformation #muscle jock #nerd #selfish magic #headless male #detachable head #headless #detachment #natural body magic #dullahans

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jeweled-blue-eyes · 3 months

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If Claude had forced Diana to abort the baby how would that have changed their relationship? Would Diana forgive this gross violation of her body because he did it to save her life? Would her love still burn as bright as ever after they reconciled or would her feelings cool down?

#could this serve as a wake-up call and make her realize that Claude's love is selfish and he would never respect her wishes?#and with forced I mean against her will #either without telling her or telling her and then putting her to sleep with magic and going through with the procedure #I've seen fics where Diana reacted to Claude executing LP Athy but now I want to see one where she would witness the death of her baby #by his hands

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luciehercndale · 4 days

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I realized something when I reread A Life Erased. That Kell's mother as we've "seen" her in the short story, somehow is hinted at in bits and pieces in Lila. It's like Lila was giving hints about Kell's mother all along and his past before he was given up.

His mom gave him a knife with his real initials on it. Lila is fond of knives, and even though Lila is not her birth name, the name she tells Kell to call her after they introduce each other starts with L, just like his real surname. Those two initials on the knife make me think about the initials lovers carve on tree trunks. I've already said multiple times that knives are symbolic of their relationship, and this object is also symbolic of Kell's identity intertwining with Lila's and viceversa.

His mom was a fire magician. The first magic Lila tries to call on is fire. Her mom and dad likely did illegal things like thieving and traveled on ships, because the text specifies her arms are tanned. Kell's mom has fair skin and red hair just like him, so I assume she must've been a lot under the sun to be described as tanned. Lila used to be a thief, and now she's the captain of a ship. Moreover, one of the ships Lila raids in AGOS is called the Copper Thief. Who has copper hair? Kell, but also his mom.

Perhaps we will see Kell's parents again in future tftop books.

#this was in my drafts from the time I wrote the fic where Kell dreams about his childhood life as a little thief and I still think about it #shades of magic #adsom #kell maresh #lila bard #kellila #delilah bard #the fragile threads of power #a darker shade of magic #tftop #also I've realized that Kell has a mother and father wound bc I think both of his parents were dear to him but they still abandoned him :|#I just want to think that they gave him up bc they hoped for a better future for him. But a part of me thinks they were selfish #maybe we will see more of his parents in tftop? I hope so. Bc his parents might recognize him. Kell is famous in their world #writing meta helps me with fic writing a lot and I love doing it and I hope my thoughts aren't all over the place. ty for reading!#adsom deep dive #Kell totally sees the KL on the knife as his and Lila's initials btw. I wanted to write a fic about this

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yuuminni · 10 months

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its just so incredibly funny to me that in a game with a literal Flowersland kingdom and Flowersland prince and Flowersland princess whose designs have flower crowns and everything. and they gave the "birds flock to them when they sing" cliche to some guy from Sandland who howls like a wolf.

#fire emblem engage #god im so sorry for posting continuously in the main tag but he's such a fascinating guy genuinely. to use in gameplay AND storywise #fe pandreo #and like when you think about it he really is a disney princess. like he has all the qualities.#people are happy when they enter his company and if they are not he Wont leave them alone until he makes sure they are #he uplifts everyone. he gives suffering people a community and something to believe in. not a Single selfish bone in his body.#like if you throw him into k*ngdom hearts he will be a princess of heart literally #and what else. powerful magic user. healer. prays even for his fallen enemies. parents-related tragic backstory.#me when i first saw pandreo: oh hey he can double a mage killing them all while taking exactly 0 damage if i place him next to alear. lol #and he howls! thats a fun gimmick #me now:#fe engage #duri vs fe

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eff-plays · 8 months

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BG3 would really benefit from a rivalry mechanic. And by that I mean I would benefit from it. And by that I mean my Tav would benefit from having an enemies-to-lovers romance with Astarion because they keep doing good things just to piss him off, including being nice to him and upstaging him in being an overdramatic bitch. I headcanon them as having a worsties dynamic in Act 1, before Astarion suggests sex and makes everything worse confusing. Like they're mostly shitty to each other because they're so alike that they fill the same personality niche and keep stepping on each other's toes. Hiraeth is a better charmer but Astarion can pick locks better, shit they're used to doing on their own now outsourced to someone more skilled, etc. I know a bitch when I see one, etc.

But also they should be able to challenge him/tease him more directly to his face that the vanilla approval system doesn't quite support. I get that he's very fragile in the early stages of the relationship but I think he's sturdy enough to handle someone gently refusing his shittier ideas without the confines of a linear approval system. There are traces of this in some of his conversations if you play as good-aligned but still have high approval, he'll try to manipulate you (pretty blatantly) into doing some selfish/power hungry things by appealing to your good side, so there's clearly canonical support for challenging his worldview.

Also I feel like I'd trust Larian to handle it better than BioWare did, without it devolving into abusive territory ...

Although this is all just me asking for an already massive game to support my highly specific headcanons that already work well enough in-game ... I guess I'll just have to think about them some more and shut the fuck up (lying) 😔

#worsties to lovers!!! change my mind!!! (impossible)#oc: hiraeth #bg3 #not gonna tag as astarion cuz uuh ... highly specific and not rebloggable #BUT putting it in the bg3 tag for blog organization/blocklist purposes so apologies for that!!#anyway act 1 hira is like: ah shit DC 20 sleight of hand ... ugh whatever let the elf do it 🙄🙄🙄#and astarion is like: did you just scare a magic mirror into submission? whatever ... i could've done that if i had a reflection 🙄🙄🙄#also hira being like: 'lmao dipshit. morality is relative. i do good for selfish reasons. take my hand and i'll show you how'

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