#and there's this one specific line i really liked

[erimyya]

Thinking about an Otome game au with Phainon with sprinkle of self aware au. Someone said Phainon is born to be in otome game but force to be a tragic character in turn base game. I cannot unseen it.

Imagine if hoyo made an otome game dedicate to Phainon after the whole Amphoreus patch.

You get to interact and see more of the character outside of the story quest and literally date him. Although it's a different game, it still connected to one another. You can call the otome version as a sequel to the main story in their main game. Take it as a heart warming dessert all of us player deserve after sobbing over this man.

Tbh it's almost the same as LaD concept, you can custom made your mc, dress your mc and take picture with Phainon in various poses. The different is you can run around freely in the open world with him or not— that's up to you. Now, why wouldn't you bring Phainon along with you? What is he there for? Decoration? You can explore the Amphoreus world in different perspective, more detail perspective. The building that you can't enter in hsr? You can enter it but whatever you saw in there better stay there. Phainon had to drag you out before you cause more peace disturbance and get in trouble.

Not to mention, you can jump now. Don't try to jump off the building. You don't want to give Phainon a heart attack now, would you? Game or not, you can respawn or not, just don't do it. Ignore the intrusive thought. He's begging you.

You can toggle with the pov perspective too! You want to feel more immerse in it? Use the first person pov! You want to see the world in more wider perspective? Just use the third person pov! Use the first person pov more often, Phainon may kabedon you when there's no one around.

You can fight too! But you gotta bring Phainon with you or else the game won't let you. That man forbid you from fighting by yourself.

Don't forget to build him. Yes, you gotta grind for his relic all over again. Additionally you need to build your mc as well. Then you just log in the next day and find Phainon hitting big damage. When you check the build, your Phainon is almost perfectly build. You just startle like two days ago? Let's just assume that the game copied your phainon's build in hsr since the two game is connected.

Did I say the two game is connected? Yes. If you used the same account to play the otome game, when you log into your hsr game, there will be some easter egg where he mention you from the otome game after you finished the whole Amphoreus quest. Phainon mention of your very recent activity from your interaction in the otome game almost everytime when you play around in his voice line or just talking with him in the over world.

When you log in into the otome game, Phainon will sometimes slip something like "You're not getting bore of me, are you?" or "You haven't been using me for a while now. Why is that?". You never suspect a thing because you thought the otome game keep track of your characters usage in hsr. You're not wrong, he did keep track of your interaction with other character.

Gacha system? Yes, they have it there too. Is it really hoyo without their gacha system?

You can gacha the lightcone —brace yourself for the fluff and angst those lightcone brought along— that come with their own specific outfit. Cough cough Flame Reaver's outfit. Phainon may or may not be jealous if you prefer his alter ego more though. But most of the time, I'm sure he don't mind.

Sending message to you. Yes. You bet he will. Phainon cannot send message directly to you in hsr but in otome game his own dedicated otome game. He can freely do that. So don't be surprise if you get a notification from the otome game, a message from Phainon begging asking you to take a stroll with him.

After what he's been through? Let this man have his quality time with you. He will appreciate it very much.

[enwoso]

for love and country | lovie at the euros

part one — hold me now

grumpy masterlist | for love and country masterlist

alessia and the rest of the lionesses had been spending the last few weeks on camp, preparing themselves for the busy summer ahead in switzerland. you had been there providing the stability for alessia while still causing your fair share of chaos as always but alessia wouldn't have changed it for the world, making memories with you and leah as well as the rest of the team.

however, it started with a closed-door meeting.

"alessia, can i borrow you for a second?"

sarina's tone was even, her hands tucked in the pockets of her training wear as she stood at the edge of the training pitch. but alessia caught the flicker of something beneath the calm and her stomach tightened. meetings like this never meant something small.

alessia followed the coach across the turf and into a quiet office, one which had been used many of times for tatical meetings with the other coaches. the blinds were drawn against the fading evening sun, casting the room in a sleepy orange hue. alessia barely had time to sit down before sarina started.

"i just wanted to tell you, before it was told to the rest, that there's been a change," the dutch women said, voice deliberate, like she'd rehearsed it. "regarding the base camp and tournament logistics."

alessia sat up straighter, confusion filling her as her mind filled, what did that have to do with her specifically. "what sort of change?"

there was a hesitation, brief but unmistakable. sarina folded her hands in front of her, voice gentling. "the fa has made a decision, that there is no families at camp this year. that includes children."

the words didn't quite register. alessia blinked. it kinda felt as though she was just being played with because there was no way.. surely not.

"no... families?" alessia echoed. "as in, none? not even for a day?"

sarina's nod was slow. "they want a more focused, professional atmosphere. of course, family will still be permitted to visit but not to stay. its a shift in policy from past tournaments, i know but i wasn't consulted before the decision was final."

alessia sat back in her chair, her mind immediately racing, this was not the news she wanted to be told only a few days away from the tournament starting. "b-but lovie always come with me," she said, the words sharp, defensive. "she's always been part of this. she was there in australia. and at the nations league. she has never stayed behind."

"i know," sarina said, visibly softening now. "i pushed back, i tired alessia, especially knowing your situation. but they've drawn a hard line this time. i wanted to tell you privately before the rest of the team was informed."

alessia's fists tightened in her lap. "she's five, sarina. she doesn't care about a policy. all she is going to see is that her mum's leaving,, again."

"i understand, i do" sarina said quietly, her own motherly instincts coming somewhat into play as her professional ones fell a little. "she'll still be welcome after matches. the team hotel. public events. but she can't stay at the training base itself."

it felt like someone had kicked alessia in the chest. alessia stared at the carpet, trying to blink away the sting that were quickly approaching behind her eyes.

"she'd even packed her little suitcase last night," alessia frowned as she spoke, almost to herself with how quiet it was. "with her favourite england top and her little pink crocs. she's been so excited."

sarina said nothing for a moment and that silence spoke louder than any apology.

after the meeting alessia didn't really know what to do, what to say, how to tell you knowing it was going to break your little heart either way and alessia didn't know if and when she'd be prepared to do that.

you had been having a quiet dinner with leah and a couple of the other girls before alessia would take you up to bed, tucking you in with a kiss to the head as you whispered about what you were most excited about to see in switzerland which alessia could only respond to with a sad smile, before whispering, "goodnight lovie, mummy loves you so much" as she did every night. 

as alessia retreated back down to the players lounge, leah was sat in the far corner legs stretched out across the couch as the other girls like beth and ella were immersed in a board game. 

alessia didn't say anything at first, she just stood there, arms crossed tight over her chest, as her fingers fiddled with the drawstrings of her hoodie. a telltale sign that something was on the blonde's mind

leah looked up and saw alessia. one glance was all it took. something was wrong "hey," leah said gently. "what happened?"

alessia didn't move. "they're not letting her stay," she said eventually, voice low and cracked.

leah straightened, her brow furrowing as her phone fell down the side of the couch. "who? what do you mean?"

"lovie, no kids at camp. some stupid new rule the fa have decided to put in." alessia's voice was clipped, each word a stab. a knowing sign of how upset and annoyed alessia was with the situation "even sarina didn't know it was coming. she said she tried. but it's already done."

leah's face softened instantly. she didn't ask follow-up questions, didn't try to rationalise it. she just crossed the space between them and pulled alessia into her arms without hesitation. alessia didn't resist. alessia folded into the warmth of leah's chest like she belonged there, and she did.

"le, s-she's been talking about coming since the day i made the squad," alessia whispered into her shoulder. "she thinks she's part of the team."

"she is part of the team," leah murmured, placing a comforting kiss to alessia's temple as she dragged her hand up and down alessia's back.

"you saw, she had her unicorn suitcase packed. drew a little calendar with match days with ella. she thinks she's coming."

leah tightened her hold, swaying just slightly as if they could rock the grief away. "just be honest with her, she'll understand in time. just take your time."

"she's gonna ask tomorrow. she always asks. 'mummy, how many sleeps 'til we leave?'" alessia's voice caught. "i don't know how to look at her and explain why she's not allowed anymore. why she's has to stay with my parents."

leah pulled away just far enough to cup Alessia's cheek, brushing a tear away with her thumb. "y/n won't understand all of it. but she'll understand that you love her. that you're not choosing football over her, you never have. this is out of your hands."

"i feel like i'm failing her before i've even gone," alessia said, her voice barely more than a breath.

"no, you're not," leah said firmly. "you're doing everything you can. and you'll call her every night. she'll still see you after games. and she'll be waiting for you when you come home with that medal."

alessia didn't respond. she just leaned forward and rested her forehead against leah's, letting the silence say what she couldn't.

she felt leah's hand curl at the back of her neck, grounding her as leah placed another kiss to her shoulder this time. "you're a brilliant mum, less," leah whispered. "even now."

⸻

telling you was never going to be easy for alessia. she’d practised the words, the entire night after sarina had told her the new while staring at the ceiling trying to sleep at least a hundred times, but nothing could prepare her for the look on your face when she finally said, “you can’t come to switzerland with me, bub.”

the confusion in your eyes cut deeper than she expected wide, blinking, as if trying to piece together what it meant. you didn’t understand what had changed. what you’d done wrong. why you couldn’t go with your mummy. why, instead, you had to go with your grandparents.

around you, the family room at st george’s park buzzed with the usual chaos of departure day. england shirts everywhere, family members hugging tightly, voices rising over one another in excitement. where were balloons tied to chairs, banners crumpling in toddlers’ hands, laughter bursting in intervals, punctuated by the occasional squeal.

outside, the england team bus gleamed in the midday sun, parked along the curb with its doors open waiting patiently to swallow up the players and carry them to the airport. fans lined the entrance of the hotel with proud smiles and fluttering flags, cheering already, unaware of the quiet heartbreak unfolding just inside.

and still, you looked at your mummy, waiting for a reason that would make any of it make sense.

alessia wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back out. and normally, alessia would thrive on this energy. she loved seeing her teammates with their families, loved the way ella and lucy are practically juggling their nieces and nephews, loved the chaos before the calm of the tournament bubble.

and normally, you would be right in the middle of it all. chasing after leah's younger cousins, tugging at keira's sleeve and proudly telling anyone who would listen that your mummy was going to win a trophy.

but today, alessia couldn't shake the hollow feeling gnawing at her chest. because today, you weren't your usual bubbly self.

you were perched on alessia's hip, face tucked into her shoulder, esme the elephant dangling from your little fist. your curls are starting to frizz in the humid summer air, but you didn’t care, you weren’t begging for a hair clip or for leah to 'make it pretty' like she usually would.

your arms were wrapped tightly around your mummy, like you were afraid to let go, and every so often alessia could feel her your small fingers twist into the fabric of her england tracksuit.

alessia shifts your weight, rocking you gently. "hey, lovie. what's going on in that busy brain of yours, hmm?"

you shrugged against her shoulder, giving the smallest shake of your head. no words, no usual cheeky grin, not even a whine. just silence.

alessia kisses your temple, murmuring softly, "you're awfully quiet today. don't tell me you've run out of mischief, your aunties won't believe it."

that earns your mum a tiny hum of protest, but you didn't lift your head. alessia glances around and spots grace, who's crouched by the benches, coaxing another player's nieces and nephews into a game of tag.

usually, that would be enough to lure you in. anything competitive, anything that promised giggles and chaos.

"wanna go play with grace? she's trying to catch the speedy ones. but you could easily outrun her." alessia tries to keep her tone upbeat, playful, but you only shake your head.

"no."

it's so soft alessia almost misses it. she feels a prick of unease and glances up at leah, who's standing a few feet away speaking quietly with her own mum. leah meets alessia's eyes instantly, reading the tension in her expression, and excuses herself to come closer.

"still not talkin' much?" leah murmurs, resting a hand gently on alessia's back.

alessia shakes her head, her jaw tightening. "she hasn't really been herself since yesterday. it's... i think it's hitting her now, y'know? that she can't come this time." alessia's voice drops, rough around the edges. "i thought telling her she'd be with my parents would make it easier, but... i don't think she understands why i can't just bring her.”

leah's hand rubs gentle circles along her spine. "she's only five, less. she doesn't understand because to her, you're... everything. and she's not used to goodbye being more than a just a couple of hours." leah offers a faint, reassuring smile. "she'll be okay. she's brave. and so are you."

alessia doesn't answer right away. her throat feels tight, and it only worsens when she feels you stir slightly in her arms. you finally lifts her head, eyes big and glistening, lips wobbling like your not sure whether your allowed to cry.

"mummy?" your voice is tiny. "w-why... why can't i come with you? i always come."

alessia crouches down so you both are eye-level, shifting you to stand on your own feet. your small fingers immediately twist into the hem of your tracksuit jacket, knuckles white.

"oh, my girl..." alessia tucks a curl behind your ear. "it's not because i don't want you there. i'd take you with me everywhere if i could. but this time, the important people in charge have rules, and i've tried everything i could to try and not separate us, but they wouldn't listen. it's not fair, i know."

your brow furrows, trying to process it. "but... i-i can be quiet," you whispers. "i won't make mess. i can sleep lots."

the tears alessia been holding back threaten to spill. she scoops you back into her arms, hugging you close. "it's not about you being good or bad, lovie. your the bestest of the best. but rules are rules this time. and i promise, i'll call you every day until i see you in switzerland. morning and bedtime and every spare time i have. pinky promise."

you pull back just enough to extend your tiny pinky. alessia hooking it gently, pressing a kiss to your hand.

the two of you sit there for a moment, wrapped up in your own little world while the chatter and laughter carry on around them.

then, without a word, you wriggle down to your backpack and fish out the infamous esme the elephant. your faded, well-loved toy with one ear slightly more floppy than the other. you pressed it into your mummy's hands.

"here," you say quietly.

alessia blinks. "lovie, esme sleeps with you every night. i can't take her from you."

"es... esme can cuddle you," you mumble, staring at your shoes. "so you not sad. when i not there."

and that was it. that was the moment alessia's heart finally cracks.

alessia pulls you back into her arms, clutching you tightly as her voice breaks, "thank you, lovie. i'll take such good care of her. and i'll bring her home safe."

"hey, angel," leah's voice comes softly, breaking through the bubble. she crouches beside them, offering you a gentle smile. "your gonna look after your nonna and nonno for us, yeah? keep them in check, and your uncle luca."

you peeked at your mama, sniffling a little but give the smallest of nods as you stayed tight to your mummy's chest, "you look after mummy?"

"i'll look after mummy for you," leah said, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek, a sad smile on the england captains lips. "promise."

you sniffled again, a frown still plastered on your lips. "you pinky promise?"

leah smiled, holding out her hand. "of course."

you sniffle and give the smallest of nods, somewhat satified with your mama's answer. "okay. but... tell mummy come home quick."

leah's eyes soften. "i will. and we'll send you pictures, even the silly ones, to make you laugh. and we want some of you and your cute face." she leans in, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "deal?"

for the first time all morning, you lets out a tiny giggle, muffled against alessia's shoulder.

but when the call comes for players to board the bus, the air shifts again. alessia has to gently pry your fingers from her sleeve, one by one, each movement heavier than the last. alessia kneels down one final time, esme clutched against her chest.

"be good for nonna and nonno, okay?" alessia whispers, kissing your forehead. "i love you to the moon,"

"..and stars and back again" you whisper back, finishing your mummy's words, your voice breaking as you turned to leah, bundling yourself into leah's legs as your arms wrap around them, "love you, mama."

leah smiling wide as she picks you up, giving you one last hug and kiss on the cheek before handing you over to alessia's parents, "love you more angel."

[letters-from-himring-hill]

I am deeply and fundamentally amused by this. It is so petty. Atticus is a sore loser in general, isn't he? I'm just imagining that "I can forgive X but I draw the line at Y" meme with this setup. "I can forgive people killing me, but I draw the line at making Morwen cry!" Hmm. That sounds like it might be frustrating from a video game perspective. And then when he arrived, he had his familiars, so he didn't really need to craft golems to be effective in combat.

If we let her have the winter for Skill development, hopefully she'll make it to a BIT more than that! Or, in that one city, Scary 1, 2, and 3, plus weird tattooed man? XD No wonder it took the fearlessness of a small-ish child to overcome all the intimidation. Hmm...well, she would have immediately picked up that this was a cultural norm here and done her best to conform to it, and going to the baths in a group would also have taken away the specific awkwardness of being naked in front of a singular guy. (A lot of her 'AAAAAAA' reaction to Gavrel had nothing to do with the idea of public bathing. She knew HE didn't have a nudity taboo, but she didn't know why, and because the setting was private and he forgot to explain some things about how the world worked, her brain short-circuited because she thought he was actively attempting to seduce her, and seduce her quickly. Public baths would have weirded her out, but probably not nearly to the same degree.) She might actually have adjusted faster in a large group. She would, however, have spent at least a while being pretty embarrassed and sitting curled up into a ball, so she'd have come off as pretty weird to the people around her.

The best dynamic for a group of characters: every single one of them is the weirdest person you will ever meet, but in wildly different ways.  Every time you think you’ve identified “the normal one” they casually reveal that they don’t think birds exist, or they fistfight grizzly bears on the weekends, or they collect human skulls, and you realize again that none of these people are remotely normal.

Also they’re found family.

[chow0w]

Hii!

I wanted to ask how do you do shadings/lineart so good and how much time dois it takes to do an art request???

Request on Icicle from Moon rising!!

Anyway i <3 ur art like its so yummy

hi! Here’s icicle!

I wanted to do a redesign specifically from the segments of winter turning where icicle is by the volcano, and took a lot of inspiration from glaciers with lines of volcanic ash in them because it felt appropriate. Even though she wasn’t there for very long, I think the ash and fire would’ve drained the color out of her scales a little: so she appears more gray than she’s supposed to be in this redesign. I usually talk a lot more about these pieces, but I actually want to try seeing what you guys think of them today!

As for your other questions, a request usually takes anywhere from 1-3 hours depending on how much trouble I have with it. And I don’t really think much about my line art when I’m doing it, so I’ll probably come back to that one later with a tutorial or something! As always, the box is open to your requests and my pinned post has all previous designs, tutorials and resources I use! I also have that base pack now!

later (´ ∀ ` *)

[carlyraejepsans]

Hey real question. Why does no one account for Papyrus anymore when discussing Sans from Deltarune stuff? Like, I feel like I'm insane for thinking Papyrus is also from Deltarune. He's Sans' brother, who showed up at the same time as him, has crazy powers like Sans, unique death animation like Sans, a weird font like Sans, knows what a toilet is like Sans(or at least of them), implied amnesia and remembering a place vaguely for having grass. (From a non-canon source but still) Like he even has a line about how "Humans might of descended from Skeletons" during the hang-out, which is more hybrid-theory fuel.

Is it really just "Well he doesn't bleed" so rather than thinking monster bleeding could be inconsistent, every one instead thinks he probably was just in Undertale and nobody had ever seen or heard of this guy until Sans showed up?

don't fucking talk to me about papyrus man, at this point I'm convinced he's the forgotten man but i have absolutely no clue what the point of that would even be. there are too many things lining up for it to be a coincidence (the egg, "forgettable", flowey's fascinating with him specifically, the very likely amnesia, the game breaking abilities, the green grass in man's island. that fucking shirt design putting him behind a scarlet tree???) they "just showed up" together one day but one of them bleeds while the other doesn't but also they're probably both from deltarune.

the red string connecting the points is drawing a picture on the corkboard and that picture is a giant "WHY"

[sturnioz]

‘AGAINST THE WALL’ — MATT STURNIOLO

pairing. fratboy!matt x confident!reader genre. smut, frat au.

word count. 1.4k

❝i’ll take you right here, you know. i really don't give a fuck if anyone sees.❞

content warning. explicit content, porn with plot, mentions of biting, shower sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, teasing.

authors note. this is for my fratboy!matt and confident!reader au which, if you're new, you may need to read other prompts just to understand their dynamic.

The low, guttural sounds of grunting is what you hear the second you step out through the frat house's backdoor, and you pause for a moment, lips twitching upward into a smirk as the jingling of your car keys shrills in your ears as you slide your sunglasses up onto your head, taking your time ogling the scene in front of you.

Matt is doing push-ups on the ground, his skin glistening beneath the sun, sweat trickling down the side of his neck and the curve of his back as he pushes himself up, and down, and up, then down again in a repeated motion.

His hair falls across his forehead—damp and messy—partially shielding his eyes as he focuses on some specific point in front of him, seemingly completely unaware that you're watching him. Or maybe he knows, you don’t really care.

You lean against the doorframe, heat pooling low in your stomach as you trace the prominent lines of his arms, the flex of his shoulders, and the way his body moves with your gaze as your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth, gnawing down to keep yourself at bay.

Matt doesn't stop for a while, he continues going, keeping his steady rhythm without any needed breaks. But there's a subtle shift—one you definitely don't miss—and it's the twitch of his lips that curl into a grin.

"You starin' at me, baby?" he finally murmurs, his voice low and rough from the strain before he exhales sharply, shifting onto his knees and running his fingers through his matted hair as he finally looks up at you.

"Yeah," you reply simply, shrugging your shoulders like it's the most obvious answer as you drop your car keys and purse onto the grass, not breaking eye contact as you take a few steps closer. Your shoe presses teasingly against his thigh, "Who else would I be staring at?"

Matt lets out a breathy chuckle, followed by a sharp hiss as your shoe slowly trails higher, dragging against the firm muscle of his leg before applying light pressure to his cock that lays heavy in his sweats. 

His hand shoots out, locking his fingers around your ankle to tug you in one swift motion, and you stumble forward, a cackle spilling from your lips as you almost lose balance, grinning as his face presses against your stomach, inhaling deeply to take in your sweet scent.

You don't care about the sticky sweat clinging to his body or his wet hair as you loop your arms around his shoulders. Instead, you revel in the sight of him on his knees in front of you, his breaths hot against your skin.

You thread your fingers through his messy hair, tugging hard enough to make him tilt his head back, and his gaze locks on you as his chin comes to rest against your stomach—lips parted slightly with shallow pants.

"I’ll take you right here, you know," you say, your smirk widening as you run your thumb across his jawline. "I really don't give a fuck if anyone sees."

Matt's eyes darken slightly at your words as his hands stay firm on your hips, his fingers digging in just enough to make you feel his strength, and the heat between your legs builds.

"Yeah?" he murmurs, his gaze following you as you take a step back, watching as your hands teasingly reach for your shorts that rests low on your hips. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he stays on his knees, unmoving but coiled tight as he warns. "Don't."

"Why not?" you tease, slipping your thumbs beneath the waistband, tilting your head with a faux pout as you watch him immediately rise to his feet, his chest still heaving from his workout. "Maybe I wanna give everyone a show. Let them see how good you fuck me."

Matt surges forward, his hands grabbing you and throwing you abruptly over his shoulder, his firm grip as the sharp smack he delivers to your ass sends a jolt of pleasure through you.

Your evil cackle echoes through the backyard, and the world tilts and blurs around you as he moves forward, bending smoothly to snatch your purse and car keys from the grass as he strides back into the frat house.

The sound of whistles and muffled teases from the frat brothers fill the air, but they're cut off comically short the second you lift your head and shoot them one of your looks—the boys immediately turning around and scrambling to talk about something else.

You're put down, stripped off, and shoved into the shower before you can even blink, the water pelting down on your skin as Matt corners you against the tiled wall. The steam filters around you, and you gasp in Matt's mouth as he presses his lips to yours while his hand moves down your stomach, fingers rubbing against your clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Your cunt clenches around nothing as you moan, arms sliding around his bare shoulders, nails digging into the blades to pull him even closer to you—skin pressed against skin.

"You're a fuckin' brat," Matt pants into your mouth, his tongue sliding messily with yours as he rubs your clit faster. "Talkin' about takin' me in front of everyone—not givin' a fuck about who sees?"

"You like it." you taunt, teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip and he groans, his tongue lathering up over the miniature wound, the taste of copper on his tastebuds as he removes his hand from your clit to grab the backs of your thighs.

He lifts you up to press your against the wall, caging you there as his cock prods against your entrance insistently. 

"Not as much as you do," Matt mouths at your neck, returning the bites by sinking his teeth down into your flesh lightly, "Know you love lettin' everyone know how fuckin' good I make this pussy feel, don't you?"

"I do, actually," you say proudly—smug too. "So, how about you stop talking and fuck me."

You feel Matt's lips curl, a smirk spreading across his lips before pressing a kiss to your wet skin. And before you know it, he's sinking into your cunt, giving you no time to adjust as he fucks you against the wall. He's drilling against your cervix repeatedly, the noises of bodies meeting drowned out by the shower—although it's not enough to drown out every noise.

You have no shame, of course. 

You're moaning and cursing loudly, sharp nails digging more harshly into his shoulders as he bounces you on his thick cock, spearing you open. You can feel him everywhere, making your toes curl and legs tighten around his waist, locking him in place, your slick pussy gushing around him with arousal and need.

Matt's moaning in your ears too, voice cracking with each brutal thrust, panting heavily as his grip tightens on your thighs to keep you stable against the wall, not wanting you to slip and potentially hurt yourself... again.

"O-oh fuck," you splutter, the water from the showerhead hitting your face, gasping when Matt rolls his hips at a specific angle that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Yeah? Y'like that, baby?" Matt hums against your skin, feeling his lips curling into a smug grin. you pinch him with your nails, causing him to laugh quietly, and he presses a series of open mouthed kisses to the column of your wet throat. "Yeah... I know you like that. can feel you squeezin' me in, baby—fuck—drippin' around me too."

"Shut up." you try to bite back, but you tense up and let out a choked gasp as Matt suddenly buries himself to the hilt with one harsh thrust, his cock settled so deep that you're positive you can feel him in your guts.

"You keep fightin' with me..." Matt pants out, moving himself from your throat to meet your eyes, his own dark and hazy beneath wet strands of hair. There's a hint of challenge in his gaze, and you listen as his tone dips low in a playful warning. "And I'll make you lose your voice in two minutes. You want that?"

You laugh breathlessly at his warning, jaw dropping as Matt grinds harder against you, drawing his hips back only to slam forward again. The heat between you both is almost too much, especially with the shower steam mingling around you both, getting to your head. Your walls flutter and clench repeatedly around his cock, drawing him impossibly deeper, hearing him groan in response as his hands tighten around your hips. 

“You’re gettin’ all quiet on me now,” he murmurs as he fucks into you again, maintaining a rhythm, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the tiled room. “Don’t tell me I’ve left you speechless already, baby.”

“F-Fuck you.”

Matt leans forward, his lips grazing against your ear as he whispers, “I am.”

divider credits. @issysh3ll

©STURNIOZ 𐔌 . all rights reserved.

[mainstreamangel]

please kk x photographer!reader where kk flirts with r a lot but r kinda just thinks kk’s playing around until Paige or someone on the team says otherwise

hope it makes sense!

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CAPTURE MY LOVE

summary: your job is strictly professional—take pictures and highlight greatness on the court. you never intend to cross the thin line between professionalism and love…until kk arnold.

warning(s): none

masterlist / uconn locker room

your job was very specific. you were to take photos of uconn’s women’s basketball team—capture their greatness and creating art that seemed to put them on a podium. uconn had given you a full ride scholarship in photography, specifically sports photography.

though you take pictures for most of uconn’s sports, but the women’s basketball team is your biggest project. you’re always around the girls. people would kill for your position, i mean being close and possibly having multiple friendships with uconn’s most famous players? consider yourself blessed by a higher power.

at least that would what girls would say when they talk to you. to you, this job is just like any other job—strictly business. you have no room for love in your life, and you’ve made that clear with your cold demeanour towards the players. you tend to talk to them with your best and clearest business-like voice—some of them laugh at you and tell you to lighten up, others like kk arnold, take it as a challenge.

ever since you two had met and fell into a rhythm during the regular season, she has made it her mission to flirt with you.

she once hit you on purpose with a basketball with the intention to put her hands on your and flirt her way to an apology. she missed of course, hit you in the face instead of your arm or lower body and you were fuming at her with a bloody nose. kk profusely apologised and offered to help you to medical but you refused, too upset at her.

as she watched you leave paige just laughed and patted her on the back. “great going cupid.” she’d say.

another time while you were taking pictures during a practice kk came up to you and asked if she could see how your camera works. you were hesitant but you didn’t want to be seen as not fun and uptight so you nodded and gave her the general break down.

you watched her stupid smile grow when she asked if she could take one photo using your camera. normally it would be an instant no—i mean it was an expensive camera and getting another would cost a fortune. not to mention the time you took to adjust the settings to make it perfect. so you should say no—in fear of your camera’s life.

but kk’s dumb stupidly picture perfect smile made you actually consider.

“please just one. a-and i’ll actually take really good care of it and if it somehow breaks—which it won’t, i’ll pay for it. all of it.” she said.

her giddy energy made your shoulders melt from all the stress and tension for just a few moments and you nodded.

“okay, just one.” you gently hand her the camera, adjusting her hands where she firmly grips it.

you watch her stare at the screen in awe. you can see her tempted to touch all the shiny buttons.

“please don’t change anything, it took me a long time to set the right settings.” you nervously chewed on the side of your cheek.

“relax [nickname], imma help you relax and have fun yeah? i am the queen of fun.” kk laughs, moving the lens around and looking at her teammates and coaches through the camera screen.

you take a deep breath. usually you hate when people call you that but oddly enough the way it rolls off kk’s tongue, you make no move to correct her.

the sound the shutter clicking brought you back to the present. kk snapped a photo of paige in a goofy position. she started giggling and showed you the photo. you cracked a small smile at the photo but smiled even bigger at the sound of her laugh.

the line between professionalism and desire was getting thinner and blurrier by the second.

“is that a smile i see?” kk teased, pointing at your curved lips.

“no.” you blushed. you tried to stop smiling but your smile only grew wider and eventually into pure laughter.

kk smiled as she feels pride swell within her at her success. she knows you only said one picture but she throws an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into her side. you yelp and ask what she’s doing, still trying to stifle your laughter. she smiles and flips the camera around so the lens is pointed at you two and clicks the shutter button.

she captured a photo—soon to be her favourite—of you with a bright smile, cheeks pink in the fluorescent and her looking at you, not the lens, but you, with the look of real love and admiration. any of her teammates could see her fat crush on you. even if you pushed her away multiple times and sometimes still do.

but even during all those times where you would find yourself starting to have genuine fun around kk, you always assumed she was flirting because she saw it as a challenge to make you laugh and forget about being professional. some days when that thought would be the only thing clouding your mind, you would distance yourself and do what you can to say minimal to kk and find excuses to avoid her.

one night, you were in the empty gymnasium—laptop open, going through all the photos you took that day. you had a process, take all the photos and separate them into keep and trash. the one’s you kept you would enhance and edit then post them and the rest went into the bin.

no one was supposed to be there. but the doors open anyway and paige walked in. just a plain tee and some sweatpants, her hair tied up messily in a bun. she stopped in her tracks and made eye contact with you as your eyes looked up at hers from the gym floor.

“hey.” you say.

“hey, editing photos?” she asked, motioning to your laptop.

you nodded. “you here to shoot?” you ask, looking at the untouched court.

paige nodded and walked over to the ball rack, warming up before the sounds of the ball hitting the hardwood floors filled your ears. you made no effort to move though, the sound was familiar and didn’t interrupt your train of thought. you returned back to your sorting and came across the photo kk took of you and her.

you paused and smiled a bit. it wasn’t a perfect photo but you surely didn’t miss the look on kk’s face after you studied the photo a bit longer.

“hey can we talk?” paige asks, next to you on the floor.

“holy shit.” you jumped, your laptop shifting in your lap. “don’t fucking do that paige.” you clutch your chest and give her a look of fake anger.

“sorry—kind of. anyways can we talk?” paige rolled the ball away from her for some reason.

“uh sure. just let me do something really quick.” you say.

you take the picture of you and kk and send it to her with a quick caption of a red heart, titled ‘thought you should have this’. you close your laptop and give paige your full attention.

“was that the picture kk took? i saw her messing with your camera earlier today.” paige looked at you with a smug expression.

“talk.” you sighed, rolling your eyes slightly.

“okay, okay.” paige put her hands up in surrender. “it’s actually about kk.”

you nodded and put your hands in your lap. “alright, what’s up?” you ask, cautiously.

“you know she has a super duper wooper big fat crush on you right?” paige asks. “i’m only snitching because she never fucking shuts up about you and it’s driving the team insane when you’re not around and it’s always, [name] this, [name] that. and don’t get me wrong you’re pretty amazing—i think, i don’t know, i don’t really know you. i don’t think anyone does but you need to know and do something about it please.” paige rambles.

you sighed. you assumed this was what paige wanted to talk about—the flirting.

“listen—kk is amazing right? she’s an amazing person, player and she’s attractive. but i just think she’s only flirting with me because well she sees me as a challenge. i try and stay strictly professional and she sees me as a challenge to get me to crack.” you try and get paige to see your side.

paige just laughs dryly. you give her a look.

“oh how wrong you are.” paige looks off to a random point in the gymnasium. “she admires you so much, your work. she wants to get to know you and get you to open up because she wants to admire your personality too.”

paige opens up your laptop—the screen still open to the picture of you and kk from earlier. “this is proof you want it too.” she turns the screen more towards you.

you study your facial expression trying to come up with any excuse to deny her claim. but all you see is genuine happiness. a happiness you’ve never experienced while doing your job or anywhere for that matter.

“give her a chance. please.” paige plead.

“i don’t know.” you looked down, closing your laptop again.

paige lulls her head and nods. “just think about what i said.” she reasons, getting up and putting the ball back on the rack then heading out of the gym for the rest of the night. you watch the door click shut before letting out a breath. you weigh your options—a mental pros and cons list, but in ever scenario the pros always outweigh the cons.

your mind always circles back to the past interactions. you had no choice but to admit through the seasons and interactions she was slowly cracking at your walls, and you were starting to cross the line.

the next practice you come up to her first for once and pull her aside. you had gotten flowers—classic roses for broadness, and she sees you holding them. she’s confused but doesn’t mind since she loves hearing your voice and she can just ask about them later. paige gives you a look and you roll your eyes.

“whats up?” kk asked.

you were quiet for a moment, fiddling with the bouquet wrapper. “i was wondering maybe if you wanted to grab food sometime, outside of the professional setting.” you say, shoving the bouquet into her chest.

she lets out a small ‘oof’, and looks taken back as she can’t believe what you said. “what? i thought you hated me. you keep finding ways to avoid me.” she points out.

you nod, confirming her statement. “it’s true i’ve been… distant. but i only did it because i thought you were only flirting because you saw me as… a challenge.” you admit.

kk furiously shakes her head. “i love taking silly bets and challenges but i’d never play with someone’s heart like that—let alone yours.”

you nod. “you better promise me kk, that i won’t regret this.” you point in her face, your expression—dead serious.

kk laughs nervously but nods. “i promise i’ll make it worth your while.”

you let your shoulders relax and look up at her, but all you see is genuineness in her eye. with a glint of playfulness of course. you do something unexpected and put your arms out and walk towards her—awkwardly hugging her.

she tenses for a second out of confusion but adjusts her body, putting the flowers on a nearby chair and hugs you back. “hi there.” she said, patting your back.

“i’m trying to say sorry for all the times i was cold towards you.” you squeeze her harder.

she laughs, drawing a smile on your face. “thanks for capturing my love.” she says into your neck.

“you’re welcome.”

@spideygoop @numberonepartyanth3m @phoenix32711 @we2222 @sevikasleftbicep @em-nems @addymmt @swiftie4evr @fandoms-bythedozen @pathecat14 @fiction67 @ctkvi @toad-stool @letsnowtalk

[thetrasha]

I really liked your law x baker!reader 🤭 law eating the bread anyway for the save of his cutie baker crush IS JUST SO CUTE

“I… Is your heartbeat arrhythmic right now, too?” Bro that line almost made me explode with confetti he’s such a cute little geek omg

Sorry back on topic I was wondering if you could do the Law x Baker!reader thing again, but it’s where they’re already dating. So you know the “would you still love me if I was a worm” Thing?

What if Y/n is baking pastries for luffy with Sanji. Y/n is having a blast at the alliance hang out, I mean after all, it’s not everyday you get to bake with another skilled cook! Especially when making bread! (Which y/n had kinda stopped making b/c she felt bad for making law suffer like that)

And law is just peeking through the window of the kitchen door like a little brooding loser 😭🙏 once the two go back to the submarine law is pouting into Y/n’s shoulder (in his room cuz we all know he’d rather eat mountains of bread than be caught like that)

“Would you love me more if I liked bread..? Would you also love me more if I was a good cook…?”

I rlly don’t think I cooked with this one I’m sorry you don’t gotta do this if you don’t wanna 😭🙏

Hello! <3 Thank you so much for the nice comments you've left :D I read them all and I'm so happy to see you in my requests like that. Seriously, thank you so much for liking the baker!reader x Law fic I wrote... weeks ago LOL 😭 And wow, someone pointing out specific dialogue (●'◡'●) I'm so happy!! Law's a real pain to portray correctly, especially in a romantic setting so I'm just glad people enjoy what I've got to say hehe~~

I changed the request ever so slightly but kept its essence! I hope you're happy with it, I'm pretty proud of the outcome :D And you don't have to badmouth your own idea! Even if I don't end up taking request, I appreciate every single thought that ends up in my inbox. Cooking is cooking LOL

! This story can be read as a standalone piece, but is meant to be a continuation !

Sweeter Than Honey

includes: pastry chef/ baker reader

feat. LAW

part one - "Sweet As Pie"

Your relationship with Law was… unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. He was still the same man you’ve got to know during your shared journey, but you’ve come to see him in a different light, from a different angle… slowly. At first, you’d thought that he’d remain rigid and interact with you quite awkwardly especially because he was still your Captain, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Law might have been subtle and his love had a bit of a simmering quality that was quickly drowned out by the madness that accompanied you aboard the Polar Tang, but he wasn’t cold at all. His affections manifested in different ways – you were aware, from the very beginning, that he wouldn’t be the type to be obvious about his feelings for you; he wasn’t embarrassed by you by any means, he was just very private and, thus, reserved.

There were no sensual kisses shared in public places, no candlelit dinners by the shore, no cutesy petnames… but that wasn’t what you wanted either. Law gave you what most others couldn’t: He saw you as someone worth putting his all into. He trusted you – honestly and wholeheartedly.

So… there might have been no grand romantic gestures that made it obvious that you two belonged together, but there were long conversations in the middle of the night, revealing things to one another that you’ve never told another soul, there were questions that seemed larger than life itself – Law, superficially, already knew you, you’ve been on the same crew for about a year, but he wanted to know your soul, what makes you tick… Nobody else has ever asked you about your dreams, your sense of justice, what it means to grief, whether people deserve to suffer… Your boyfriend sought a connection, yearned for someone to be vulnerable with and you could but smile sweetly at his efforts. You unravelled him without even trying, slowly made him change his beliefs by sharing your own, but he would never stray from his core identity. Law had integrity, honour and took pride in who he was, even if he was, at the same time, deeply critical of himself and ashamed of what he was capable of. In his mind, he was a monster who could only take and destroy, someone who wasn’t worthy of love… but there you were, always gracing him with everything he’s ever craved in secret.

It made him… shy, to love so deeply. He would never be able to put his thoughts into words – not because he wasn’t sophisticated enough, but because there was no word to accurately describe what he’s felt for you.

You were brilliant… a pearl among sea glass. To think he’s the one to find you; he couldn’t count himself any luckier. You looked at him like deserved to live, never questioned his place in the word. You wanted him here, right by your side. That’s how deep your care went, you were just as devoted to him as he was to you, you just liked to show it, guide him along… make him see all life’s got to offer. It was marvellous how your mere presence completely shattered his cynicism towards… life – that there was more to it than retribution.

His past mistakes wouldn’t define him; logically, he knew that, but you still told him time and time again, demanding to lift his burdens… just for a while, one at a time. Back then, you had no idea that it had an effect on him at all, you simply did it out of the goodness of your heart and because you desired to see him smile.

Only one other person has ever put that much effort into building a relationship with him… and sadly, you will never meet the man who’s inspired Law to sail the seas and find you, his very own peace.

He truly needed you more than the air that he breathed.

Like moon needs sun,

like cold needs warmth,

like sorrow needs joy,

sigh… like bread needs yeast –

– he needed you.

And he loved you, more than you’ll ever know.

…Maybe that’s why this current arrangement irked him so much.

He shouldn’t have ever taken you to Dressrosa with him. Why he agreed to your ridiculous request to pick you up from the nearest habitable island to Punk Hazard was beyond him in the first place.

Yeah, he missed you. Yes, he knew that you missed him, too… and he couldn’t be more grateful.

You should be on the Polar Tang, far away from him, though. You would be under protection since Law was still a Warlord of the Sea… you would be safe. And you wouldn’t have to watch your partner kill his tormentor.

And, well, that damned Straw Hat cook wouldn’t have had the chance to be all over you.

“Tell me more about this focaccia, (Y/N)-swan!”, Sanji mused with hearts in his eyes. It got so bad that the people sitting nearby, occupying the breakfast nook – Law among them – were absolutely ignored. Even the navigator.

“Well…”, you smiled, pointing at the second dough you’ve prepared yesterday evening, just after you’ve joined this… makeshift alliance, “It’s a type of flatbread from the hottest parts of the North Blue. I love to pair it with a good tomato soup, that’s why I always add garlic, fresh onions and rosemary.”

“I’ll make on right away, my beautiful patisserie chef!”

“Ahaha, thanks, Sanji… what an honour to stand next to someone who worked at the Baratie… what was it like? How’s Chef- eh… Captain Zeff? Is he a nice man? I’ve never been to the East Blue, so-”

It was the first time your voice caused Law to click his tongue before grinding his teeth against one another in frustration. That idiot cook made him onigiri after shockingly learning that he wouldn’t eat the sandwiches he planned to make, but he still hated that man’s guts.

Of course you’d hit it off with another chef. Rumour has it that Sanji was the most talented chef in the making… if Straw Hat-ya’s word was to be believed, which it absolutely wasn’t… still, those onigiri weren’t half bad. The rice was soft but chewy and the tuna-mayo filling, well, satisfactory. He much preferred your cooking, even if you insisted on cute little gimmicks like star-shaped carrots sometimes. As bizarre as it was, it always made him blush… and he saved those godforsaken snacks every single time, chewing on it much more cautiously than he usually would. Law knew that it made you happy to see him just as content with life and you graced his cheek with a peck every time, without fail. Like a sacred ritual.

Today, he would get none of that – even though you were present.

You were making food for Straw Hat-ya and his crew. You were helping Sanji.

Law wouldn’t ever say that he’s a jealous person at all. If anything, he understood that you were faithful and totally loyal to him and let you roam free, knowing that you’ll always stand by his side. He would never try to sabotage you when you were just wanting some more friends, especially after you’ve had it quite rough after your Captain became a Warlord. No name pirates still tried challenging you… and you were no fighter. You just… well, you learnt to defend yourself – had to. Your boyfriend thought that was admirable; he praised you for your personal development and even stole a kiss from you aboard the Sunny… just to tell you that he would always be there to protect you if it came down to it.

So… why did he feel so helpless now? His eyes darted back towards the blond chef who was marvelling at your skills in the kitchen. That moron didn’t even know what he was looking at! You were so much more versatile, could whip up more than bread. The fact that Sanji kept focusing on that… somehow, it made the rice of those onigiris turn sour.

“Torao, are you going to eat that?” Luffy asked with a smile, pointing at Law’s abandoned plate by he was still waiting for his meaty sandwiches.

“Take as much as you please.” Law answered coldly, rolling his eyes at the offensive food.

“THANKS! You’re the best! We’re going to be best fr-”

“NO! We are no more than-” Just before he could protest, Zoro sent a smirk his way while nursing a beer bottle.

“You know that it doesn’t work on him, don’t you?” The swordsman commented coolly, chuckling at Law’s expression of frustration.

And for the remaining part of the evening, Law had to watch while you shared food with anyone but him… because everyone but him liked bread.

And he knew that it was childish. He knew it, okay! This shouldn’t even affect him. His plan was finally coming together. Soon, they’ll reach Dressrosa. Hell, they’ve captured Caesar! Doflamingo will call first thing in the morning, abdicating from the Warlord system and leaving him vulnerable to… everyone. Law and the Straw Hat Pirates will be after his head, Kaidou won’t be too happy about Caesar’s capture either if the production of SMILEs screeched to a halt, every single underground broker will want to murder him for the chaos that wretched false king has caused. And if all things go wrong, maybe the Navy will just order a Buster Call on Dressrosa. Anything would be better than the status quo!

Law had all of that to worry about… not to mention that you were here as well. He didn’t know whether he has the heart to leave you on the Thousand Sunny to sail to Zou while he finished his business with Doflamingo himself. He wants you to be safe and away from the mess he’s undoubtedly going to cause. Law is well aware that the outcome of this battle will usher in a new era of piracy. Whether it’s going to put people in shackles or free them, he couldn’t possibly know at this time. All he wants is to repay Cora-san.

That klutz would adore you, probably like you more than Law, he’d be so happy for the boy he sav-

“You’re brooding.” You chuckled upon finding your boyfriend in the men’s quarters all by himself while the Straw Hat crew partied… and Nami had a few words with Caesar about his laboratory. She sounded livid and you didn’t want to be around her when she spat venom at the mad scientist.

Law looked up to find you leaning against the door frame, crossing your arms over your chest.

He would never tell you, but you looked… better and worse without the Heart Pirates’ boiler suit. One the one hand, looking at you felt much more intimate now that you wore pieces you liked – they weren’t particularly practical, but you were so, so pretty… On the other hand, though, nobody knew who you belonged to. You were a member of his crew and nobody else’s.

Especially not… Straw Hat-ya’s.

“I am not. I am reading.” He clicked his tongue before grabbing a “medical journal” off Chopper’s bedside table, not knowing how to conceal the fact that he was… pouting.

You rolled your eyes with a smile before taking the book from him.

“…’A Comprehensive Guide to Hoof Cleaning’ How to Care for Your’ – and the word ‘horse’ is crossed out several times?”, you read before giggling, “Ah, yes. Classic Law.”

You threw the book away into someone else’s hammock before sitting down next to… the Captain… who was sliding down the while as he pinched the bridge of his nose with rosy-red cheeks.

You smiled wryly, reaching out to take his hat from him, at which he glared for just a second before noticing that you put it on.

Then you angled your body towards him, embracing him with all you’ve got.

“I’m so glad you’re back. Are you okay? I’m so sorry I went to bed so early yesterday. I didn’t even tell you that I loved you. I love you, Law. You know that, don’t you? God, are you really okay? I…”

This is exactly why he couldn’t just leave you. You were… perfect. You were separated for God knows how long and the first thing you ask about is his well-being? That’s not… all the Donquixote executives ever asked him was whether the mission was a success.

“I am fine. Yes, I do know. I love you, too, (Y/N)-ya. Yes, I am. The… I destroyed the SAD production facility. And Vice Admiral Vergo who was acting as a double ag-”

“I am glad, but I knew you were going to do it! I believed in you!”, your bright smile almost blinded him – and then he yelped when you cuddled further into him, burying your face in his jacket, “I’m so relieved you’re alright. I saw the state the others were in and – my God…”

Law shut you up with a surprisingly sensual kiss that made you open your eyes wide as soon as you felt it. His arms circled your waist as he dove in, teasing you ever so slightly with ghostly touches. His lips touched yours quite passionately as he leaned in to push his weight into you, holding you flush against him.

Honestly, he didn’t know where it came from, but hearing you voice your care for him… it did something. For once, his heart leaped, drumming against his chest with an angry beat that he feared would ring across the Sunny if it was any louder. And he no longer felt any remnants of envy towards any of the Straw Hats.

You were his in every way possible – and Law was yours, naturally.

Only you could understand him wordlessly.

You pressed another kiss to his forehead, softly caressing his stubbled jaw with your fingers.

His eyes immediately met yours in an intense stare that had him looking away after mere seconds. You shyly giggled while he took his hat back from you, pulling it into his face with a fake cough.

“So… you still love me, right? Even though I don’t like bread?”

“You…”, you laughed, fingering his black locks at the base of his skull while he pulled you into his lap to hold you even closer, “…idiot. Of course I do!”

“Good.”, was all that he whispered, “You’re… everything to me.”

And you knew that you would have to make a nice comfort meal for him tomorrow.

Law deserved it, because… he looked out for everyone but himself. You knew that he got injured. Sanji told you as much when your dear boyfriend angrily stomped out of the kitchen as Luffy cleared his plate for him. He probably performed surgery on himself – again and again.

And he wouldn’t tell you. You’ve read the letters he’s sent you… all he wanted was for you to be okay. In a way, this man was just like you.

You were glad that he could be selfish about this one thing at least, especially because it brought out his jealous side… who knew he could be so cute?

[goomyloid]

im sooo glad to see weird route fanart that doesn't just assume the "player" is doing this. it's a cool idea to think there's an entity making kris do all this for incomprehensible reasons but it makes more sense that kris themself is doing it

eehh am i misunderstanding? im still under the notion that kris doesnt want the weird route to happen and we’re literally forcing their hand… (unless if you’re specifically talking about the perceptions from other characters like dess, which i address later in this response)

there is that one bit of dialogue that suggests kris might have Enjoyed what happened in ch2 weird route but to me it comes off as intrusive thoughts-esque more than anything. and like, assuming this is more so in reference to chapter 4 (since that’s all ive been drawing recently lol) i honestly dont think they did any of That by their own volition. it just doesnt line up with my own reading of kris, at least.

you can have whatever perspective of the weird route you want, but if anything i think i make it especially clear in my work that We are the ones behind this and that kris is pretty miserable the whole time. i decided to pull this from my side twt:

and i would say our motives arent always necessarily incomprehensible. they might be to the characters (or anyone who isnt kris) but at least when it comes to kris, and maybe the knight and gaster and whoever freaking else might be In On All This, a lot of it comes down to just curiosity. we all want to see how bad things can possibly get and see if it will affect the story or ending. gaster would probably understand this, and i think kris would be able to comprehend it even if they’d be ultra super pissed about it

anyway, i unfortunately dont really feel the way you described… i think there’d have to be extremely specific conditions for kris to ever consider doing all that on their own, and the scenario in my head is an AU that involves timeloops so you can imagine how much more complicated things might get. if this ask was spurred on by my recent comic, i thought i made it relatively clear that kris was not all that pleased about what transpired despite the fact that the player isn’t really brought up at all in it. a lot of it is like, kris being able to say “it wasnt really me” doesnt matter anymore, not like it did in chapter 2. so much shit has irreversibly hit the fan that it doesnt matter who did it — it’s done, and noelle is kinda fucked in the head as a result, and kris has to face the consequences of our mess now. dess talks to kris as though everything was voluntary, but that doesn’t mean it actually was; because this dess is basically a pure manifestation of all their guilt, they think they no longer deserved to be comforted by being told “it wasnt really you” and instead ought to be punished in some way for letting it all happen (even though it’s not that simple at all). to be treated as if they were completely responsible. do they Really feel this way? no, they know it was us, of course. but that guilt becomes so strong and illogical that it starts to not matter anymore.

uh anyway sorry my comic suggested that (even though you liked it) i wonder if you’re new to my work, in which case i recommend checking out literally any of my other kriselle comics, where it is abundantly clear that its us fucking everything up, lol.

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

I can actually step in for him. Nobody is demanding that everyone be sequenced documented and forwarded to the government. DNA testing can actually be done anonymously and have your DNA compared to that of the child you're submitting it is a very simple process and really does not take and exorbitant amount of time.

What's more, some places actually do it in house. So no he is not demanding that every single person be DNA profiled like most of the people who are against this seem to be claiming. It is a test where two samples are sent out they're matched against one another and they come back. In fact HIPAA laws prevent hospitals or other third-party companies from submitting information to literally anyone else outside of a specific closed group.

If in fact they break this law and the government says oh well then they've already been doing this at which point would becomes the problem. Because at that point the issue couldn't get bigger weed have already all been logged by now and have our DNA sequences lined up right up alongside our social security number are driver's license and a picture of our face. So either hippa means something or it doesn't. And if you are arguing that this gives the government more power than you are arguing that HIPAA doesn't mean anything to the government at which point why would they have only started just now to collect all of that information?

Because you are woefully ignorant if you think he came out swinging and I'm not going to follow back in with a right hook.

Several states have now implemented Paternity Fraud laws in which before the birth certificate is signed, the father has to be DNA tested.

If you are upset about this, it's either because you are a cheater, or because you endorse cheating. There is ZERO other reason to be against it.

Enjoy being held accountable. Because I'm going to continue to laugh about it.

[padrenicolo]

the old guard fic recs

a bunch of fics, organised into semi-coherent categories (Pre-Canon, Canonverse and Post-Canon, Canon Divergence AUs, Alternate Universe, and specifically TOG2 Fics). I haven't included any purely super explicit fics bc that's not usually my jam, although some might contain a few smutty scenes. this took so long bc i reread quite a few of these instead of making this post so oops

🔒 = need an ao3 account

Pre-Canon

deo volente (lux aeterna) 🔒 by qqueenofhades, 65.5k, complete, a kaysanova backstory fic

lessons exquisitely crafted by kaydeefalls, 42.9k, complete, After escaping the fall of Jerusalem together, Yusuf walks away from Nicolò in order to return home and move on with his life. Fifteen years later, Nicolò shows up in his dreams of the two immortal women.

The Other Matter by Survivah, 15k, one shot, Falling in love with the only other immortal you know gets a bit complicated. AHHHHH

The Golden Horn by goldsaffron, 10.8k, one shot, About forty years into his relationship wit Nicky, Joe experiences jealousy.

Spring in Malta 🔒 by orphan_account, 7.2k, one shot, What happened in Malta.

forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit by historynut101, 6.1k, one shot, Joe and Nicky getting together

these moving walls by GreyMichaela, 5.7k, one shot, “He looks at you like you belong to him,” Sarwa says. Nicolo keeps eating, oblivious to what they’re saying. “I think he belongs to me too,” Yusuf whispers."

an astonishment of form by raedear, 3.8k, one shot, Nicky and Quynh's friendship <3

Salt and Harvest by hollybennett123, 3.1k, one shot, Bread fic! Bread bread bread.

as an ancient city by stonecarved, 2.6k, one shot, Joe and Nicky through the ages. Beautiful and poetic.

Future Days by maroon, 2.1k, one shot, Andy POV of kaysanova.

and i'll never leave by strangehighs, 2k, one shot, Andy and Quynh finding each other.

Canonverse and Post-Canon

If Never Again, If Every Day by gallifreyburning and takiki16, 178.6k, complete, 1099 Nicky and 2021 Nicky swap places somehow. Old and new challenges arise.

Twenty-Five Love Letters for a Priest by fishie_scribbles, 22.2k, complete, Nile finds an academic essay discussing letters found in an abbey from the early 16th century.

i'll lay my roots in fertile ground by itsmylifekay, 13k, one shot, Snapshots of Nile's first few years with the team.

Something Rich and Strange by cecilyjones, 6.7k, one shot, Booker learns to scuba dive for a job

Stracciatella by ScribeofArda, 4.8k, one shot, Their bodies might show no sign of scars and injuries, but they still remember. A look at the pseudo phantom-limb syndrome the immortals might experience.

or, the modern prometheus by liraels, 3.6k, one shot, Quynh and Andy's first meeting after the first movie, (written long before the sequel with more of the comic characterisation.) Interesting.

The Fine Line Between Romance and Embarrassment 🔒 by twoseas, 3.3k, one shot, Nile asks Joe and Nicky how they got together. Storytelling and feelings. Love it.

the problem with having two, thousand year old brothers 🔒 by SuchASeeweedBrain, 3k, one shot, Nile learning about the historical figures that Joe and Nicky met over the years and freaking out. Silly and fun.

Family Dinner by dadvans, 2.4k, one shot, slice of life

what you're really in for by squireofgeekdom, 2.1k, one shot, Booker and Nile talk about their shared dreams of Quynh.

Victory Is Sweet by Arkada, 1.8k, one shot, Nile comes up with an idea to help Nicky win the baklava challenge.

The Greatest Fiction Podcast On Stitcher (and wherever you listen to podcasts on iPhone, Android, or other devices) by ContreParry, 1.7k, one shot, Silly humour fic where Joe, and the rest of the Old Guard, started a podcast. Hilarious.

Canon Divergence

Missed You By a Few Minutes, a Few Centuries by just_another_tinker, 115.9k, complete, Nicky and Joe's second meeting was over 900 years too late. Different first meeting.

What God Gave You, He Gave To Me by LittleRedCosette, 99.4k, complete, Nicky has also been missing for years when Nile meets the team.

Saltwater Sonata 🔒 by pinstripedJackalope, 68.4k, complete, Nicky was in the iron maiden instead of Quynh.

Travellers from an Antique Land by kaydeefalls, 45.7k, complete, Andy was in the iron maiden, not Quynh. One of my all time favourite 'someone else is under the sea' fics.

built a lot of castles by basketofnovas, 12k, one shot, Quynh is rescued by a marine archaeologist in the eighties.

Shattered Pieces 🔒 by AraSigyrn, 8.6k, one shot, Their escape from the lab in TOG1 went a little different. Booker does his best to make amends in the wake of it.

the goddess finally sleeps, in the lap of her lover 🔒 by wrennette, 2k, one shot, Andy doesn't stop searching fic.

Alternate Universe

Technical Support 🔒 by linascribbles, F1 AU, 96.5k, Driver!Joe and Race Engineer!Nicky. Some found family vibes but mostly focused on the developing relationship between Joe and Nicky. Background Book of Nile if that's your jam (it is very much not mine), but it's easy to ignore if it’s not.

let not time deceive you (you cannot conquer time) by Draco_sollicitus, Academia AU, 85.7k, complete, Nicky is a PhD candidate, looking for someone to translate a famed love poem by a little known poet in an extinct dialect. See: Joe. Different meeting, academia, angst with a happy ending, a wild ride.

Iris by pinesboi, Wild West AU, 62.1k, complete, Yusuf leaves New York to put down roots as a blacksmith in the Idaho Territory. Nicky works on Andy's ranch just outside of town.

a love even time will lie down and be still for by gallifreyburning, Practical Magic AU, 57k, complete, Joe and Nile were raised by witches, namely Andy and Quynh. Nicky is a police officer looking for answers. If you know the movie you know how this goes, if you don't, still read this! Very sweet.

If You Abide With Me by alby_mangroves and ZairaA, Historical different first meeting, 33.7k, complete, Nicolò is a monk dedicated in service to God, when he is put in charge of the care of a stranger who washed up on the shores of his monastery.

To Make Him Glorious by pixie_rings, Pygmalion AU, 23.5k, complete, Joe has been commissioned for a statue by Steven Merrick, but another figure haunts his dreams. YES YES YES.

From Italy, with Love 🔒 by Watthefuckidk, Street Racing AU, 22.3k, complete with an incomplete additon to the series, Andy owns a specialty car shop, along with Joe, Nile, and Booker, and compete in illegal street racing on the side. A new racer on the scene challenges everything.

Peer Reviewed by ishandahalf, Academia AU, 20k, complete, Epistolatory fic in that its told in emails, as Joe and Nicky are each other's blind peer reviewers. I loved this so much.

In a kingdom by the sea 🔒 by Morvith, Royalty AU, 10.9k, complete, Nicky's sister searches for her long-lost brother across the Mediterranean.

what you seek is seeking you 🔒 by bankrobbery, Cafe AU, 9.5k, one shot, Nicky is a baker, Joe is a regular. Yup, yup, yup

you know my name by kaydeefalls, James Bond AU, 4.6k, one shot part of a series in this universe, Andy is 007, Quynh is Q. Its fun.

TOG 2 Fics and Fix-Its

this living starts to burn by biblionerd07, 20.3k, complete, Post-TOG2, Discord underestimates the team and their love for each other as she tries to torture and manipulate them.

I Cannot Change as Others Do by sheafrotherdon, 8.3k, one shot, Nicky POV, kinda a fix-it set after TOG2

By Alphabet's End 🔒 by Siria, 6k, one shot, Andy and Quynh finding their footing again after the events of TOG2.

Talk to Me by PunsAndRoses, 4.8k, Conversations from Trieste to Paris while Nile and Nicky follow Joe.

Four (missing) waypoints by Srin, 2.5k, one shot, Missing scene, Nicky and Nile following Joe.

the thread that untangled by captain_adolphus, 2.4k, one shot, Nile, Nicky, and Joe, and the fight from TOG2.

Shadow on the Backcloth by pixie_rings, 2.3k, one shot, Nicky has thoughts about who Joe is texting.

unburned, yours, snowfallen by moonfreeze, 1.1k, one shot, Quynh musings in the scene with her and Andy in the library.

safe and warm by taq, 1k, one shot, In the library, Andy and Quynh.

[denpadokei]

Is this how it should be?

This isn’t how it should be-!

static miku from a gif by rice deity ofc

rambling + better off worse (VocaCircus) flower in the spoken for stage below (tw - ketchup?)

also rice’s art. ignore how they have no shadow I’m horrible at editing I do this with my notes app-

I highly recommend you read the comments, I was just gonna point out the other utau girls, the gunshots and potential tattoo reference in “shaving off the numbers” taken literally. And of course the “Go for a Perfect?”. I think this comment phrased it really well.

The fact she’s not there at the end screen (that I am using for both of my images) is as concerning as it could be hopeful.

also I think I accidentally made static miku giant whoops

MORE:

- I’ve already said it but this song gives me such dread. I love it and it’s perfect but I was sobbing on the floor for hours bro. I mean I may already be mentally unwell but shush. I don’t even relate to it in the slightest

- do you think they’re all going to be 4:04

- I wish the silly bit in the intro was on streaming services. I hope it’s in a potential album ver. Assuming this project is an album. Do you think they’ll all begin with S.

- I love how they’re going with cartoon mascots in specific styles so far. What could be next?

- I actually don’t think the next song is gonna be Neru. I think they’ll save Neru for the end and complete the triple baka trio then. Not sure who to expect in between. Kaito? Meiko? They even got quite the history with fame, especially Kaito. I kinda hope for Fukase. “He was the meme man of vocaloid. And this is him now.” Maybe the Utaus in this? Xin Hua OR Xia Yu Yao? That Chinese Miku “Rip off” Dong Fang Zhi Zi? Utatane Piko? The REAL mascot boy, Ryuto?

- I said it when static came out, but I have no idea how it’s going to feel in the future when these songs are staples of vocaloid. Where are we going from here? I thought we peaked at mezzy, it’s a little overwhelming- Good, of course. And they’re ENGLISH songs. We need a new “vocal synth songs every fan should know” at this rate. Maybe solely for English ones.

- would this have been as popular as static if it came out first

- I’m kinda glad it’s not, static is a little happier and less triggering than this.

- I feel this could NEVER really outdo or be the next Static either. It’s not got that weirdcore, creepy edge. It’s not unnerving in the same way. As I mentioned, I absolutely LOVE the way they’re doing this.

- can JamieP CALM DOWN for ONE SECOND and stop making BANGERS

- I really hope this isn’t the truth directed to the audience/a cry for help from the producers- I know better off worse was kinda like that- I doubt it is. I uh I really really hope it isn’t.

- the way the chorus isn’t built to be a chorus if that makes sense? Like it sounds more like a verse, so in the final chorus there’s this constant feeling of “we haven’t reached the peak yet” especially since the peak is at the bridge. I think it’s reflected most in the horns (my favourite part of the song!). And the way the bridge isn’t very different from the chorus! The way each line is the start of the chorus but not quite hitting it! Just like the feeling that she’s not good enough! And the way that actually transitions into the final chorus! Sorry this doesn’t make any sense.

- again, no clue how they do this. I’m very interested on how it goes from an idea in someone’s head into this. Does the concept come first? Or the music? It’s so extremely impressive. It’s like they got the branding everywhere immaculate, the vibe, but the viewer experience is never negatively affected by that gggfrdffgghhdr

- each of the song pages on the flavor foley start with an emoji, and the one for spoken for is 💖 which is my favourite emoji 😭

here’s some ramblings from the nightcord about vocaloid in general

thanks for reading

[featherspiral]

Hello!!! I'm a very big fan of your art, it's always so beautiful and whimsical, your Asriel designs is my favorite ever! I have three questions because I think your stuff is really cool, so I hope this isn't weird. If you answer any of your questions at all, I will be incredibly appreciative! Thank you for posting your art, I hope my art's as good as yours someday.

1. How do you do the colored lines on your drawings? You both use black and different colors like red, and it adds so much more vibrancy to your art. How do you pick the colors and add them? Od you draw them in black first, then replace them, or do you only use it for extra details you add after doing the line work?

2. Your coloring has such great texturing, it's grainy, it looks very painted, and blends the warmth on skin [or fur] amazingly. What do you use for this / how?

3. I thought I should add an UTDR question because I mean what are we here for. If your illustrations do not decieve, Asriel seems to be your favorite character, but who's your second favorite, and why?

ooughhh tysm <333 genuinely means sm to me 😭 when I make that process video I keep wanting to make I'll definetly be more specific ab the first two but for now:

question 1!! I actually do all of those things LOL, it depends but typically I will do the lines in black or whatever random color I start with, and then after I color I'll lock the transparency and go over it with different colors until I like how one of them looks. then sometimes I'll keep the transparency locked and then recolor some specific lines to more warm tones (mostly for organic material like skin or tufts of fur, bc white fur is very transluscent) (which is also why i never rlly color it fully white). sometimes though I do add an extra layer over top the lines and everything and kind of use it as a "clean up" where I just paint over messier lines (most of my art is pretty "messy" because i dont really do "lineart" per say i just use the sketch) and during that I often add more colored lines on top just for funsies. also, something really specific I do with my lines -> I duplicate the later, change the line color to usually a nice warm orange, and then use gaussian blur juuusst a bit so that the lines look super bleedy and dreamy. and I do this for quite literally EVERY drawing essentially, I actually do this to replicate the "glow" feature flipaclip added because I turned it on once by accident like 3 years ago and then started playing around and realized it was kinda goated

question 2!! the main way I get that papery grainy look is by selecting everything outside of the lines, inverting the selection, and then filling everything in with one consistent textured brush (i use the painty brush in my big brush post for this) and then I add a layer over it and clip it to that, so all the colors will have that texture to them, if that makes any sense. I also use the charcoal brush w the color jitter on a low opacity for gradients over almost every block of color I put down (mostly just because i like how a lot of varied color looks), but I do that a LOT on the dreemurrs in particular because, again, white fur is very transluscent and a lot of warm light comes through. I use a lot of orangey gradients in places where the fur thins out (ears, nose, obv horns bc they dont have fur theyre just keratin).

and question 3 I actually had to really think about this one but I think it simply MUST be my glorious mother toriel (it was a toss up between any other dreemurr tbh) but fun fact !! when I first played undertale as a kid my first favorite character was undyne. loved her deeply. until I finished the pacifist run and my mind was changed very very swiftly LOL

[crashinglionies]

this is just 3/6 of katseye. specifically, the ijbol line of lara, manon and megan

(for the non-eyekons, just look up any katseye interview or better yet the compilations of them clearly losing it especially when reading off stilted PR scripts 😭)

it would be even funnier if not only does nothing faze rumi, she actively can keep a poker face while dying inside laughing. like she will keep a poker face until the second they're out of sight and crack up so hard like pre-canon they don't really see rumi laugh that hard

the only time she ever cracks as leader and it's the aespa/aespo incident (link here, pls watch it's too good):

they're about to accept their idol awards (1 year post-canon)

rumi mispronounces huntr/x as something silly like huntrek

starts laughing and steps back which has NEVER HAPPENED

mira gets HALF a sentence out before she cracks up

zoey has to step up to finish the rest of the speech while the two of them crack up in the back and zoey is still smiling

celine wants to be upset but honestly it's a relatively harmless slip-up that fans find endearing and pulls in new fans with all the viral clips going around. plus i hc that one year out she and rumi are doing work to repair that relationship so all she does is text the huntr/x + celine group chat memes

(EDIT: the best part is that it's zoey, the american maknae, who has to finish the speech. especially since i hc zoey not being that fluent in korean as a trainee/during early debut days. similar to how the two koreans, karina and winter, in aespa cracked up with "aespo", made their chinese maknae ningning finish the speech and thank everyone in japanese, and their japanese rapper giselle thank the crowd in korean)

i think Zoey and Mira are the friends where if something funny happens and it's socially unacceptable to laugh, they CAN'T make eye contact or it's over

but it's not foolproof bc sometimes they just picture the other's face and start laughing anyway

[mitchesmoon]

country! riri williams NSFW ALPHABET

[P to Z]

divider from @muerdida

As previously stated please be 18+ to interact with this post!

[A through O]

also I’m so glad yall liked the last set because I nearly combusted after releasing it.

🌾🏷️ : @riris-heart @mariquitaaa @ohyouluckysaint @enaspaces @idyllicbby @pvnks0ul @shuririsecretl0v3r @diouna @chxxms @naomis-daydream @mrsudakuwilliams99 @lyfeofbilly @criaaturaa

click here for taglist

Stickypolicedonut and ririlloverforever I tried to tag but tumblr won’t let me 💔

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

ᥫ᭡ it depends on whatever you want.

ᥫ᭡ When you first started having sex it was fast and sure you came and so did she until you asked her to slow down and she had no idea what to do with herself.

ᥫ᭡ But to me frank, it varies. Most of the after a long day of work she’s just tryna scissor so 🧍🏽‍♀️

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

ᥫ᭡ um she likes them. Like especially sneaking off for them.

ᥫ᭡ She’s just very needy in general so she’ll take anything you give her and as long as you finish she’s satisfied.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

ᥫ᭡ she likes to experiment but you know not to overwhelm her with too much at once.

ᥫ᭡ yes this woman is freaked out but she doesn’t want any one else but you seeing her like that. She’s not risking someone else catching y’all like that. It’s a small town; small county, shes got a a good relationship with everyone there.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

ᥫ᭡ well she has a lot of stamina she’s on that farm like everyday. She’s pretty lean too so yknow what that means 😛😛

ᥫ᭡ okay but on a serious note, the sex lasts a while even if she’s tired, she’s too needy to stop.

ᥫ᭡ She’ll last a solid 4 rounds (like 20 mins each) with one break in between.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ᥫ᭡ she ain’t own not a single one till she met you. She always just used her fingers or a medium sized dildo. She claims she didn’t believe in that ‘electronic’ shit.

ᥫ᭡ Mind you…she’s addicted to her rose toy now but it’s wtv.

ᥫ᭡ She’s so easy she’ll actually let you try anything on her. And yes she has stamina but she doesn’t last long all time.

ᥫ᭡ On one occasion you tried a remote controlled vibrator on her when y’all were out and she lasted like three seconds.

ᥫ᭡ Anyways, she didn’t experiment till she met you. And now…she’s ordering new shit to try on you a monthly basis.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ᥫ᭡ she’s so so mean and unfair when she is more dominant. She’ll have your back against her chest and hold you open and edge you for so so long.

ᥫ᭡ But she folds extremely fast though the minute she sees how overstimulated you are she’s letting you finish.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

ᥫ᭡ she’s not a screamer like she’s not in a porno. But she is a little shy, and she’ll cover her face with her hat or her arm till you pull it off.

ᥫ᭡ she is a moaner and she’ll beg.

ᥫ᭡ One thing she’ll do often is tilt her head back and groan.

ᥫ᭡ She goes breathless so so fast.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

ᥫ᭡ she wants to try butt stuff but she’d rather die then admit that like she’s deadass never brought it up and you wouldn’t know unless she said it.

ᥫ᭡ she really wants you to ride her with nothing but her hat on. Like really bad.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ᥫ᭡ Pretty defined legs and arms, not enough to see every single muscle but she’s very toned. She has a vine thigh tatt that travels from her quad up to her v-line.

ᥫ᭡ she has a subtle V-line.

ᥫ᭡ Her back especially is nice, but specifically her lower back, her arch is so nice whether it’s during sex or if she’s stretching.

ᥫ᭡ She has your name tatttoed on her shoulder that you kiss all the time.

ᥫ᭡ Her abs are tight, she has a firm-ish six pack.

ᥫ᭡ her biceps r like obscenely night when she stretches, they twitch/flex.

ᥫ᭡ OKAY LETS GET INTOOOO THAT CAT.

- So as @riris-heart said it’s fat like idk yall. her clits big that’s all imma say do what you will with that information.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

ᥫ᭡ like super high, astronomically high. But it wasn’t always that way. When y’all first met she was definitely attracted to you just didn’t wanna come off too strong.

ᥫ᭡ She was also kind of oblivious. Most of your time was spent making out and she was tryna be respectful and shit.

ᥫ᭡ But she’s not that way now, she pulls you into her and grabs that ass.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

ᥫ᭡ Oh she loves to sleep. She knocks the hell out and does her best to stay awake after. She’s blinking slow tryna ask you what you need and she’s fighting got her life.

ᥫ᭡ She NEEDS to be spooned or needs to be tucked into your chest, she’s like not the type to have conversation after sex she’s knocking OUT.

OKAY DONE NOW 😛

[pls say sumn in the comments]

[sunlight-shunlight]

As a PTSD haver, we don’t need a super elaborate reason for why Varric got stabbed. Solas is a war veteran, war vets tend to have PTSD, and I imagine having to wrestle someone over a knife is something he’s had to do plenty in the past.

So what happened is that Varric aimed a crossbow at a guy with PTSD, then rushed him once his back was turned, and finally tried to wrestle the knife from him. And because people with PTSD tend to go into psychosis when exposed to violent reminders of their traumas, the first impulse to go through Solas’ mind was probably: “I’m about to get stabbed.”

I hope I’m explaining myself properly. As someone who struggles with violent outbursts when triggered, it’s really hard to watch that part and see a man making a calculated move when it was clearly a knee-jerk reaction. There’s a reason he goes numb immediately afterwards.

i don't think it's implausible that solas killed varric more or less by survival reflex, i just found it unconvincing that "use a knife" would be the first impulse that solas has in that situation, given that he spent most of his life in a highly magical society fighting other people with magic, and barely even wanted to be a physical entity at all. like if he was up against an enemy ancient elf/evanuris/whatever... physically wrestling a knife away would be a terrible idea, bc they'd be comparably physically strong, and capable of casting spells on him at the same time? this reflex would ONLY work to protect him from a mundane normal person, but he has not fought mundane normal people for 99% of his lifespan.

i would totally get it if he panicked and hit varric with a mind blast and broke his neck, or turned him into stone, or set him on fire or something, but it just seemed VERY contrived for him to stab anybody haha. it seemed like the main motivation in that scene wasn't "let's show how varric and solas have a confrontation in which varric does not succeed and eventually gets killed", it was more of "whatever happens, our first priority is that there must be a dramatic closeup of solas Obviously Stabbing Varric"

plus varric becomes unusually bad at arguing despite generally being very charismatic and having a good rapport with solas... to me it read like almost... filler dialogue of "yeah they have [insert generic first draft of argument here]" without any specificity or the characters talking to each other with the depth they used to? and one would expect that after 10 years varric would have a REALLY good speech lined up to try and talk to solas, even if it doesn't work at the end? but instead he just rolls a 2 on his charisma test and then gets killed in the most awkward way possible. RIP.