#God this game and its relationships...

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

WAIT WAIT WAIT HOLD UP

They really just

"I loved Cid with every fiber of my being"

...

"But every single time we've needed our little Rosarian princeling to step up and defend what we stand for—for what Cid stood for—he has.

I'd follow him to the ends of the earth."

I can be so normal about this. So very normal🙂🙃

(For the record this is a sample page from the new Logos book and is not necessarily what the final page will look like. You can find the preview sample pages here)

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The image is a bit hard to read, so I'm transcribing the text below:

Otto,

It's been a hard few days, but for the first time since we lost Cid, it feels like we can properly dare to hope again.

After we lost the old hideaway, I thought we'd never be able to get back what we had, but recently, I feel like we're more of a team than ever. And it's down to Clive. I loved Cid with every fiber of my being, but Clive's given everyone the chance to show what they're truly capable of. That's real leadership, if you ask me.

Alright, it helps that he's a one-man killing machine, but he never had any reason to fight for us. He owed us fuckall, in fact. Except maybe a little something for looking after his dog for a bit. But every single time we've needed our little Rosarian princeling to step up and defend what we stand for—for what Cid stood for—he has.

I'd follow him to the ends of the earth. And I've a feeling you would, too.

Take care, pal,

The signature at the end is indeed Gav's, as I understand it. A friend of mine used the in game alphabet to decode the same signature not long ago, so they recognized it.

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[dailygihun]

day 6 || this era lasted like 2 minutes but i love it anyway

[arodykeism]

all you ever need is to be nice and friendly

[itadooori]

those of yall who read my tags you might remember when i mentioned the concept of touch starved gi-hun crying at acts of intimacy. anyway my junhun demons were whispering things to me again

[close-ups under the cut]

[tomurakii]

I like bloodweave. Okay. But I DON'T like the version of them in fanfic where Astarion is a dick and Gale is like. Whining and pleading for him to be emotionally vulnerable (or just. Nice to him) prior to the relationship being established. Because that is just not accurate. Gale needs the player to express interest in him during his weave-teaching scene before he even considers hitting on them properly. Gale is entirely resigned to his fate and needs someone else to pull him away from it. Gale only starts being sweet and romantic and devoted after you accept his love confession and give him hope for the future. Gale says fuck all and then slinks away to cry privately if you break up with him.

Like he isn't chasing after people lmao. He isn't dropping to his knees and crying about anything much less this dickhead he met a week ago. He is overwhelmingly passive about literally everything personal to him up to and including his own death (provided there are no casualties/there is a good reason) until after the player expresses that they care about him. Astarion is not doing that in any of these fics.

Like Gale is friendly and a dork and doesn't wanna get murdered but he fully has a suicide plan. He thought the artefacts would help him survive but he didn't believe he'd ever truly live again. If Gale confessed and Astarion said/did like one (1) mean thing afterward Gale's romance is closed off forever. He's wandering into the forest to cry. He's killing himself immediately. His fragile ego and self worth can't take it. You have to understand that when we joke about him being pathetic it's not bc he's like. Sopping wet and chasing people down and begging for a scrap of attention. It's because he craves affection but would literally rather die than ask or even hope for it until someone else forces that hope back into his serotonin-deficient tadpole brain.

[karmicpunishment]

playboy!ace stuff or like super flirty ace content is always so funny to me because I literally cannot imagine him like that with someone he isn't at least semi-close to or needs something from. like I cannot picture him trying to hit on strangers or smth for the life of me like it just does not seem in character to me lol I get the idea of him fumbling BAD is funny though like he just does not seem like he. cares about that??? like I can't see him hitting on random girls or going out of his way to find a relationship, both canonically or my own headcanon-y space.

but seriously, no hate to anyone who does subscribe to this subgenre of hc, I respect you 100%, we're just like two ships passing in the night <3 also ace fumbling memes are very funny never stop making them please

[izzyzalezbian]

[sorrelpaws]

no offense but i genuinely fear that their potential dynamic will go severely underutilized

[icangotwiceashigh]

1950 by King Princess is a Jeanée song…

Made all the more heartbreaking by the lines

I hope that you’re happy with me in your life

I hope that you won’t slip away in the night

🥺🫠😞🙂

[sangrefae]

yk what. i can't keep blaming the movie adaptations for assassinating gale's character when scollins had a hand in the writing and production. it was 100% intentional to make him so much more explicitly toxic, to make it even clearer that peeta was The Only Real Option. Too bad it's my town now and i'm choosing to ignore the horrors

[mystxmomo]

Enclave and Vhaeraun's dynamic is not and probably won't ever be Romantic/Sexual, but to keep it real with you all. Whatever the fuck they're doing to one another is weirder specifically because it's not, and that's like. On purpose.

[feelingthedisaster]

void i had some postcanon kevthea relationships thoughts. its already 1.2k and im nowhere close to finish. help

[ulteri0rm0tives]

WORST part of replaying this game. Is that i actually *have* to progress through (most of) it to see Kerry again... Like having to wade through little chocolate gold colds to get to the real shit that ACTUALLY matters.

It actually sucks you meet him so late in the game and only get so much time with him :( especially because I (personally) find his romance and plotline to be one of the more developed slash more enjoyable ones and I just :( wish they gave us more time with him ugh I jUST MISS HIM OKAY GUYS I MISS THIS OLD MAN!!!

[solasfenheral]

idk if this is functional as a critique as opposed to like. just being my personal preference but something I’m kind of bemused by is the choice to not really utilise the mini antagonists (Johanna, Dragon King, Primeval Repressed Grief and Rage etc) to also tell us more about our primary antagonists who notably aren’t really interested in speaking to us and who have a surprising lack of codex entires abt the kind of sociopolitical culture they existed in and were thus influenced by, and therefore the lens through which they see the current world and its people

[meat-pvppet]

Watching an analysis on orin and i wanna write out or draw smth about orin and deimos' relationship but idk how to present it really