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sparklepocalypse · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks to @cha-melodius, @kiwiana-writes, @anincompletelist, @orchidscript, @myheartalivewrites,

… aaaaand @firenati0n for the tags! (This five tags per line thing really is for the fucking birds, y’all.)

How many works do you have on AO3?

106 works and counting.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

461,281 😱

What fandom(s) do you write for?

Currently? Red, White & Royal Blue, and RWRB RPF.

Historically? Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series, Queer as Folk, Supernatural, That One Fandom With The Wizards and the Bigoted Creator, Smallville, Glee, and a handful of other RPF fandoms.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Even though, IMO, kudos are a poor metric of the quality of a fic…

What’s Symbiotic will Always Be | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 2.6k words — my Kinktober 2023 breeding kink fic.

Be Worthy Love, and Love Will Come | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 30.8k words — my epic childhood friends to lovers AU.

Wrap Me Up, Unfold Me | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 4.3k words — my mile high club smut inspired by one of Hann’s incredible art pieces.

Take it Down Low / Make Me Get High | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 2k words — my Kinktober 2023 rimming fic, which has been described as that rimming fic.

I’d Wanna Be Held By You, Felled By You | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 2.3k words — my lake house smut inspired by Henry sharing Alex’s clothes.

More under the jump to save you a scroll!

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I’m horrendously behind, but I promise I’ll catch up one of these days… I hope.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

We’re just gonna focus on my RWRB works here so I don’t have to dig too far. I don’t really do truly angsty endings in this fandom, but I did write one piece with an open-ended ending:

Back, Bring it Back | RWRB | Alex/Henry | T | 1.2k words

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It’s a toss-up between two of them, so have them both!

Single Sad-Sack Seeking Same | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 7.7k words, and

Count to Ten & Breathe Real Deep | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 8.1k words

Do you get hate on fics?

I have had an anon throw a tomato emoji at one of my fics, which still stuns me. I used to get significantly more hate when I was writing in more problematic fandoms… 😅 but if you want to read the fic where Alex bottoms for the first time, and I got this comment, where they not only flung produce but also… felt the need to censor the word “top” for… reasons:

… then you should read In the Low Lamp Light, I was Free | RWRB | Alex/Henry | E | 3.1k words, which is my take on what happened with that second condom wrapper in the Paris scene.

Do you write smut?

Oh, fic meme creator, this is the cutest, funniest question.

Do I write smut? Hilarious.

What’s your craziest crossover?

Speaking of smut — I don’t really write crossovers, but I’ve written a few monsterfucking or monsterfucking-adjacent fics:

If We’re Caught in a Wave, I Will Carry You Over | RWRB | Alex/Cecaelia!Henry | E | 5.9k words

Just Let the Night Go Down | RWRB | Alex/Henry/Oviposition Toy | E | 2.2k words, aaaaand

All the Ocean was Sleeping | RWRB | Alex/Siren!Henry | E | 6.4k words

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. Fic (and fandom) are pretty reductive though. For example, I know that there’s someone writing a King Henry AU for @aroyallybigbangrwrb, and I’ve been working on my own King Henry AU since last September. There will probably be some similarities; can’t be helped. I’m not worried about it though, unless there are wholesale chunks of paragraphs that are somehow magically identical.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t believe so, but I have a blanket permission statement on my AO3 account, so if someone wanted to translate my work I’d be down!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Eons ago, I used to co-write Kurtofsky fic in the Glee fandom. Pretty sure all of those works have been lost to the ether, as this was before AO3 was absorbing archives as they went kaput. I’m not completely heartbroken about it.

All time favorite ship?

Darcy/Elizabeth from Pride and Prejudice. No, I’m not kidding.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a couple really old WIPs from previous fandoms that I put a lot of work into, and then the ADHD took hold before I could complete them. It would be interesting, at the very least, to revisit these. Maybe retool them into something usable for this fandom, IDK.

What are your writing strengths?

Making people absolutely collapse in a heap of devastation with my angst, as @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @kiwiana-writes, and @ad-astra13 will attest; smut with “multiple different positions laid out in such detail you can almost see the gifs used as reference,” according to @bigassbowlingballhead. I also like to think that my spicy trauma makes me pretty funny.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Brevity — given the option, I’d rather write 5k words than a drabble every time. I also really struggle with saccharine sweetness and fluff for the sake of fluff, despite what y’all keep saying in my comments section; my sweetness is always bittersweet. And kidfic gives me the ick, as the youths would say, even if I’m the one writing it.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Yes! Just make it something that I can Google Translate and I’m good.

Which fandom was the first you wrote in?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, way back in the 1990s. (Yeah. I’m that old.)

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

So, I have two. My favorite fic overall is my King Henry AU, Facing Tempests. I affectionately refer to this fic as KHIX (King Henry IX) and The Big Giant AU, and it’s my baby. I’ve commissioned some really incredible art from @seanchaidh7 for Facing Tempests that I can’t wait to share with y’all when the fic is ready to post.

My favorite published fic is If We’re Caught in a Wave, I Will Carry You Over, for which I commissioned some absolutely stunning art from @artofobsession which is now embedded in the story on AO3. There are several other fics that come close, but octoHenry is my beloved.

My tag is always open! Because this meme has been out for a couple days, I’m not gonna cold call anyone, but if you’re reading this, yes you with the clenched shoulders and the mild headache from staring at a screen, then consider yourself tagged!

#red white and royal blue #my fic #fic memes #tag games

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jennomess · 1 year ago

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A and B were taking a nap in the bed, A resting their back in a pillow and B just by their left thight with their chest facing the plain bed, enjoying the sun and the cozy warmth of the sheets

As the sunset sweetly changes the lighting in the room B opens their eyes and lifts their head to meet A's chest slowly expanding and turning their face to the left covering their profile with the back of their hand, releasing a full but short and contained "hhh... nK'SHiihh..." followed by a little sniffle

A notices B's eyes looking at them and asks a little drowsy "uuuhm sorry did i wake you up?"

"Nah, don't worry love" 'don't hold yourself if you need to sneeze again please' B tought, slightly incorporating and running their hand trough their arm smiling at them, but then made a face 'isn't A a little warm?' and then climbed their way up to touch A's cheeks and forehead with the back of their hand

"A, you're warm..." B placed their hand in A's cheeks again and run their thumb caressing them "i think you're starting to run a fever, maybe you should go home... "

And in fact A should. In their way to the bus stop, by holding their hands B was guiding a basically sleep-walking A, and after they stood a little while waiting for the bus A slowly snapped out of their state to light headed start talking about really random things they needed to do at home the next day, that taking away the backup energy A was showing until their bus arrived

"Bye, love you" B run a hand trough A's cheek

"Bye, love you..." A leaned in their touch and they walked to the bus

"You know, just- text me when you get home ok?" B pleaded, worried that A could fall asleep and miss their stop

"Mhm, fine" A nodded

They looked at each other eyes fondly. B held A's hand to make sure they didn't trip with the bus steps and waved hands before the bus parted

An hour later, B recieved a text

A: I'm home ty. zz

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AAAAAND i can't believe it, it finally happened, this was basically a dream i had last night with my bf with him being A hsbzvdb small and ethereal omg

I think that what triggered this may be that yesterday when we met i saw him a tad red for a while so i was analyzing if he was warmer bc of the amazing sun at 4pm or it was somethig else but never said a thing

#snzblr #snezblr #sneezeblr #jenpost #snzario #snezario #sneeze scenario #sneeze kink #snz kink #sneezing kink #jenbf #jensnzario

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ihopethisendswell · 2 months ago

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As I said before TPITT is getting a revamp to where I am just fucking around and having fun than having serious plot. That doesn't mean plot isn't there though! Here's some quick descriptions for the main 4.

Ash: The Princess In The Tower, AKA Sleeping Beauty. At least, she's supposed to be? The reality is that Ash was originally going to be the "Cinderella" of her story, only for the real sleeping beauty to switch her fate with Ash's. So while the og princess got to run away from the curse, and later start a family line for 100 years, Ash was asleep for 100 years, as well as her entire kingdom. After 100 years, she finds herself awoken in a "dead" kingdom, deeply confused and worried about her original princess' safety (she does not realize the betrayal that has happened yet). Also at some point she becomes a dragon girl with claws and horns bc I think that's cool. Aaaaand maybe the consequences of having a story that's not your own.

Damien: Not as deep as Ash but here it is: He comes from a family of monster hunters that was cursed after one of them fucked up ( I have not thought of specifics lol). This curse is generational, and Damien is its current bearer. The curse is, of course, wolf like in nature, and can be able to turn the person into what is essentially an anthro wolf. Again, this is me having fun sue me. I guess this is like werewolfism???? Kinda???? Anyway Damien has a curse that's the result of his ancestors mistake and now he Has To Deal With It. He's overall still a gentle giant, a big ol softy. I dunno how exactly his story goes, but I do know he was the one to find Ash.

Lyric: I already talked about Lyric so long story short: Little mermaid that ends up regretting his decision bc he just feels as lonely and as out of place as he did before, even with his so called " true love". He's far too prideful to admit he misses his home though.

Jolee: Kinda already talked about Jolee? She's the princess and the pea stand in technically. A fae that had lost her wings and did not know what to do or where to go until a prince ( lyric's lover) found her and took her in. She kinda has to deal with A Lot Of Bullshit between the Prince being enamoured by her and just having a loss of connection with her fae-ness due to her wings. All of which is wrapped under a bow of " my wings were torn off and now I have back pain so I can't sleep well bc of it".

Some small things I have thought of

The Brothers Grimm and Mother Goose are the gods of this world. The Brothers Grimm are the writers and Mother Goose is the storyteller.

Brothers Grimm are kinda pretentious vs Mother Goose being more maternal. Both groups are still gods, of course. There will always be a disconnect.

" haha what if the prince Lyric has his situationship with be the descendant of the og sleeping beauty that screwed Ash over".

The og princess deadass took Ash's story. Her prince, her future- everything. All because she was desperate to not be asleep for 100 years. And like that's totally fair, but also girl.

The reason I came up with Ash becoming a dragon girl is bc The Princess In The Tower was not her story. And thus, a consequence. That being said she kinda finds it cool as fuck. She is annoyed with the horns though.

Jolee's fae form is very bug like, like a moth specially. Even as a "human", her eyes have an ethereal bug like glint to them.

Lyric's gills are no longer on his body but there are markings that show where they used to be. He covers them up with high collar clothes. His teeth are still sharp, something he's insecure about.

Damien is definitely the most normal of the bunch, but he still has some wolf traits, specifically his eyes occasionally flicker into wolf like ones and his nails are sharper than normal - he wears gloves so he doesn't accidentally scratch someone.

Aaaaand yeah! I'm having fun here, hehe :)

#tpitt #the princess in the tower #r rambles

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nevermore-mindreader · 3 months ago

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*Aaaaand that’s it. She’s done.*

*Melanie grabs Ace by the jaw, yanking him down to her level. Her nails dig into his skin, hard enough to draw blood. The look in her eyes is manic.*

You don’t fucking get it.

*Her smile is feral, all fangs and hate. When she laughs, it’s ice cold.*

I have been nice, Ace. I have been patient. I mind my business, I help where I can. But you? You can’t help but push people to the fucking edge. So now you don’t get nice anymore.

*Her grip tightens even further.*

Get this through your thick fucking skull: you FAILED. You failed Eliza then, and you’re failing her now. And then you had the fucking audacity to take out your shortcomings on the man I love? I hope you know, I thought about coming in here and fragmenting your mind again just for that. But I wanted to be patient. I wanted to give you a chance. But you didn’t do any of that to actually fix things. You did it to be what you’ve always been: a fucking child.

*Melanie let go of his face.* I want you to remember something, Ace: Apocalypse reached into the ether and made you after Genosha. But me? I walked up to the most dangerous mutant there is and volunteered to be a monster, just so I could be with Remy. So if you think for one fucking second I will EVER let you hurt him, you’re fucking delusional.

*She stepped back.* Stay the fuck away from Remy. Because if you hurt him again, I’ll extend you the same courtesy you did him: I will make Genosha look like a walk in the fucking park for you.

*She turned to storm off.*

I need to speak with you.

@nevermore-mindreader

M’k.

#//totally fine!!!#//I love it actually hehe #//bc Melanie gets to be angry back and that’s the good shit 😈

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 2 years ago

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You've done your ritual: made sure the blankets covered her body well and she's not cold, answered the questions she might have had, told her to come and get you if she needed anything and kissed her goodnight. For some reason, Joel isn't here (idk he has some night patrols or anything, it doesn't matter) and maybe Ellie feels uneasy? It's weird not to have Joel or you around the house, she's still terrified to be apart from one of you. As if not being near her made you disappear completely. You take the time to reassure her, tell her he'll be here when she wakes up in the morning and you can have breakfast together. It seems to calm her down, you start to leave but before you can open the door to go to your own room, she calls your name. When you ask her if everything's okay, she speaks with a timid tone— as if she was embarrassed or unsure of herself. "D-do you mind staying with me until I fall asleep?" Even if she's used to it and she knows you'd never turn her down, there is still some form of apprehension. But of course, you just smile and move towards her bed. You slide under the covers and pass an arm around her body. Your fingers gently trail through her soft hair and she can't help but let out a content sigh. Soon enough, her breathing slows down but her grip over your arm doesn't loosen. You don't mind. You stay there with her, offering her all the support she needs until you end up closing your eyes and falling asleep as well. When Joel finally gets home and doesn't find you waiting for him, he goes to your shared bedroom, expecting to see you asleep or reading. But your bed is empty. He doesn't worry though. He goes to Ellie's room and a smile stretches his lips when he finds his girls cuddled up under a pile of blankets. Joel walks towards you, makes sure you're well covered and gently kisses Ellie's forehead, then yours. You shift in your sleep but you don't wake up. It's a good thing. Joel doesn't want to disturb you. He quietly exits the room, a warm feeling radiating in his chest.

Aaaaand that's it for tonight!! what do we think?

I really really really hope you're already feeling better when you find this or at least that it could bring you some comfort and yeah, take care of yourself my little bubble ily <3

-🪷

Your or Joel's absence is very concerning to Ellie. And I feel like the first time she would voice it would take you by surprise. You always imagined that she's good with ether of you. Like she seeks you out for one things, Joel for others. You never thought about it as a unit. That it's both of you that she always wants to have around.

And you can just tell by the way Ell is pushing around her food. Most of her answers are mhmm and yeah. She's lost in her mind. Moving to rub her hands together as she keeps on glancing towards the door. "He'll be back soon, love. There's just a bit mire work there today", you try to reassure her and she nods her head but you can see that it doesn't little to actually make a difference.

And she's determined to stay awake. You might even be getting sleepy but her eyes are big as the moon as she sits on the sofa. When you finally manage to make her go upstairs and take a shower you can tell that the closet it gets to her actually needed to sleep the more anxiety she is showing. So of course she would ask you to sleep with here for the night. Ellie would be clinging to you for dear life, jumping at any little sound. And you would just keep on reassuring her that it's nothing that you both are safe and that Joel might be on his way too you already.

Yeah... i love them... love them and this a lot. 🤍

#little lily 🪷#come chat with bubbles 🫧#joel miller x reader #joel x ellie

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sassmar · 3 years ago

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22, 30 and 51 for the otp game im GREEDY!! pls !!

ahh hello dear!! tysm for the wonderful asks you have asked SUCH crucial urgent questions i only wish i had time to write an essay for EACH of them but!! we will try our BEST to be brief here okurrr <333

22. what reminds each of their partner?

what reminds s of r: books & especially old books, petrichor i.e. the smell of earth after a hard rain, patched corduroy, muggle boys on bicycles, welsh accents (obvs!), worn out-of-tune pianos, chocolate & bergamot, the glint of secret mischief he sometimes spots in other people's eyes (especially, i think, lily's), david bowie, and always, inevitably, at any phase, the moon

what reminds r of s: soft leather (obvs!) & especially those fancy leather dog collars, cigarette smoke, motorbikes & the smell of petrol, poorly knotted ties, very old silver, michelangelo's david, sudden harsh/barking laughter, lightning & thunderstorms, the stooges, and always, again, inevitably, the stars

30. your otp gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

ajlkadf omg i am living for this question all right here we go!!

sirius picking remus's outfit: ok s obviously never gets the chance to select clothes for the ornery ornery moony so he is thrilled for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity he is going ALL OUT. r is wearing thick dark eyeliner, golden shimmer glitter on his cheeks and eyelids, probs a black or metallic golden lip as well. and the clothes!! practically drag, actually, you know what, not even practically, just straight-up drag. fishnets, leather skirt, some sort of weird barely existent black mesh top, punk-looking jewelry (spiked collar or some shit etc), aaaaand ... sirius's docs bc he outright refused the stilettos! (bad knees yknow.) r is DEEPLY deeply deeply uncomfortable, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring etc, but too bad this is s's one big chance to realize the DREAM and he’s going for it hard.

remus picking sirius's outfit: all right very different situation here, r would refuse the challenge and simply say that he has no interest in selecting his partner's clothing bc s is an adult and fully capable of dressing himself. but if we held a gun to his head and forced him to pick s's cloth let’s be real he’d pick what sirius always wears anyways, not out of laziness but bc in spite of any teasing or purported disdain he secretly loves what s usually wears and think s looks so fuckin hot all the time. so ether way we should honestly just expect to see s in his usual sirius black uniform of docs, jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket, gay earring, dog collar, etc etc.

51. what’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

ohmygoshhh this question! could spend pages and pages answering this question. esp because i see both of them as mainly saying “i love you” non-verbally, prone to just leaving the words implied nine times out of ten (or more). so!

r saying “i love you” to s: in school, finishing the boring parts of his homework for him (!) & embarking on various ill-advised michiefs just to make s laugh; later, quietly organizing his records, clothes, books, toiletries, etc etc; cooking for s (even if let’s be honest he’s not very good at it); diligently writing/responding to letters whenever they’re separated; generally letting s pick what film they’ll watch or record they’ll listen to etc in spite of their taste often being drastically different (and r being quite certain that his is superior); taking padfoot for walks; sharing the crossword; dry but actually gentle teasing; leaving little notes around the flat that basically say nothing (went for eggs—tea in kitchen—back in twenty—etc.) but the love is traced in every letter

s saying “i love you” to r: aside from padfoot (!!) - learning healing spells & bringing r tea/chocolate/carry out etc. after moons; constantly bringing home silly little trinkets he sees while out & about as presents for r even tho r says over and over that he doesn’t need anything and to stop bringing him stuff (never); spending truly stupid amounts of money on r’s birthday and xmas gifts even though r says over and over that he doesn’t need fancy things and not to waste his damn inheritance (“it’s not a waste if you like it, moony!”), secretly buying & pretending to have an interest in records/films/books that he actually has no interest in whatsoever so that remus can “borrow” and enjoy them whenever he wants; affectionate teasing; going on walks as padfoot; sharing the crossword; saving every little note remus leaves for him, no matter how trivial or banal, bc he feels the love in every letter

#wolfstar #ask game

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prettygirlcore · 5 years ago

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gross - hwang hyunjin

a/n: wrote this when i was hating myself :,)

warnings: the eating disorder is described based on my experiences and doesn’t provide an accurate example of any other eating disorder. everyone who suffers from one experiences it differently. once again, this is something i wrote to comfort myself when my eating disorder was getting rough.

rating: 18+ (NOT sexual, but if i haven’t mentioned this enough: this is triggering stuff)

this was not written with recovery in mind (it’s more comfort because it’s what i needed when i wrote it) even though i do encourage recovery for anyone with an eating disorder. your life matters and will always matter more than your physique. i love you and feel free to talk to me.

word count: 1.1k

summary: you’re feeling low, but it’ll be alright. you’ll always have jinnie.

(his smile makes me feel better :,) that’s why i chose this gif)

“babe,” hyunjin’s voice calls out to you, and you turn to look at him. he’s laying on the bed next to the mirror you’re currently in front of facing you.

“hm?”

“i know it’s hard, but you need to get away from the mirror,” he stands up, and walks behind you, placing a hand over both of your eyes, using the other to rub your back comfortingly.

“it’s hard to think of anything else, jinnie,” you say, resting your head against his shoulder, and takes the hand not covering your eyes to run his fingers through your hair, “i don’t want to do this anymore.”

panic alarms sound off in his brain, but he stills himself and continues to be comforting, placing small kisses against your forehead, “sit down with me, tell me everything you’re thinking.” he says, and you let him move you back to the bed. you both sit on the edge, apart but he still holds your hand.

“i feel… gross,” you mumble. every part of hyunjin wants to scream that you’re so far from that. that you’re beautiful and gorgeous and ethereal and—

he stops himself. you’ve told him that’s not what you need in these moments, and he has to learn how to help you in the way you want to be helped, “gross how?” he asks, prompting you to sigh and explain yourself.

“the feeling of being full makes me feel disgusting. i can feel all the food with every breath in and out. i’m so done with making so much progress just to fuck it up because i was an idiot who didn’t think to stop herself when i was eating that goddamn burger,” you started off quiet, melancholy, but then your voic raises and you stand up in rage at yourself, but it scares hyunjin.

“y/n, i know this is hard. i can’t even begin to understand how hard this is for you. all i ask is that you tell me everything,” he reaches out for your hand again, and you take it without a second thought, so he smiles softly, “i won’t force you to get better. i won’t force you to recover because that’ll only cause you distress. all i ask is to know how you feel. i want to know if you’re on top of the world or if you’re miserable beyond repair. maybe i can’t do anything to help you, but i need to be there for you.”

you sigh heavily, placing your head in the crook of his neck and shoulder. he cradles your head in his arms, and you can feel the tears come back again, “jinnie i-”

“shhh, you’re okay. i’ve got you, just let it out,” he mumbles softly, “you can cry. you have feelings that are valid and it’s okay to cry.”

his kinda words only serve to make you cry harder. he lies back and pulls you with him so you’re lying ontop of him. he’s hoping it’s more comfortable for you, but he honestly can’t tell. he keeps rubbing your back and mumbling comfortable little nothings in your ear.

eventually, you stop crying, but hyunjin has dealt with you long enough to know this is where it gets hard. eventually he feels, more than sees, your expression turn from sad to angry, and you pull yourself out of his limbs. he definitely had the strength to keep you in them, but he lets you go.

“jinnie?” you say his name softly despite the cold undertone in your voice, and hyunjin shivers slightly.

“yeah?”

“you think i’m pretty, right?” you ask, and he’s put in a hard spot. there’s no way he can say no, obviously. if he says yes, though, you won’t believe him.

he settles for ignoring your question, “i think my opinion of you won’t change your opinion of yourself.”

you know he’s right, but it’s still annoying to hear. all the validation in the world can’t fix you, “i know, jinnie, but please tell me i’m pretty.”

“y/n-” he starts, but you cut him off.

“jinnie the thoughts in my head keep screaming that getting rid of this fat on my arm is more important than my health. getting rid of this fat on my thighs has overtaken my happiness. my fucking head told me that i could exchange my happiness for a perfect body, yet i don’t see one! i’m still considered overweight! please just tell me that i’m good enough for you…” you practically scream. hyunjin is a little afraid to approach the situation again, but does anyway.

“y/n, please look at me,” hyunjin begs, and you oblige, raising your head to meet his hesitant gaze, “is it important that i think your pretty? no. my opinion of your looks doesn’t change that i love who you are.” you sigh, and go to speak, but he adds, “but yes, you’re pretty. you’re so much more than pretty.”

he rubs your tear-stained cheek with his thumb and you lean into his touch, “i knew i loved you when i saw we when we went out that first time as a couple with the others, do you remember?”

you sigh, a small smile creeping on your face, “of course i do.”

but hyunjin tells you anyway, “it wasn’t that you were wearing that dress, though that sealed the deal for me—” you giggle a bit, but he notices before you can stop yourself, “—it was that you helped minho tie his tie. it was that you went outside to comfort chan when all the people and chaos became too much for him. aaaaand you took care of me when i was drunk.”

he pulls you back to him, and you meet eyes. you can see sincerity seeping out of them and you can’t help the need to kiss him in that moment. he was a comforting rock for you to support yourself on.

he pulls back quickly, and rests his forehead against yours, “promise me you’ll always be there for me jinnie,” you say, reaching out to grab his hand and he holds yours instantly, “promise me that you’ll be there to hold my hand.”

he smiles, “i’ll never let it go, if that’s what it takes.”

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids writing #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #stray kids angst #stray kids hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin angst #tw: ed #tw: ed thoughts #tw: ed mention #tw: eating problems #please be careful i love you

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starlit-pathways · 4 years ago

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rules: tag people you would like to know/catch up with❤️

thank you so much @faeinthefog for tagging me, you have such incredible taste???? (as always) also, brb adding piranesi to my already-too-long tbr list

...speaking of lists that are far too long!! *cracks knuckles* let's get down to business!!!!

last song: excluding my many varied writing playlists, then probably eclipse by moonbyul or love poem by iu, including my writing playlists then this was my last listen

last movie: the prom. didn't personally vibe with it but i know it meant a lot to some (personally, i feel like a lot of what it was trying to do has already been done better by other films—like ek ladki ko dekha toh aisa laga). it had very pretty colours in it?? and i definitely wouldn't pass up the chance to play emma in an actual musical, but i feel like the story itself is too much of "aaaaand THIS is how the Gay Struggle™‬ applies to the average straight person!!!" which I don't even mind in a story that's done WELL (again, see ek ladki ko dekha toh aisa laga, or even one of my favourite books; the seven husbands of evelyn hugo) but i don't personally feel like it was done well enough here to pass it off

currently watching: oh no. a LOT. uhhhh okay let's try counting

1) godless—a miniseries on netflix which is v. good and very beautiful; essentially a story about fatherhood, masculinity and the loss/lack of it in a historical "wild west" type setting (it's a lot more diverse than it sounds. i promise.)

2) the fresh prince of bel-air—i shouldn't have to describe this one to many people lol, but it's basically a comedy about a quick-witted, very street-smart boy who goes to live with his very wealthy and privileged family in bel-air. it's very funny, and very heartwarming but i'm only a couple episodes in so far.

3) my mister—i'm only a few episodes into this drama myself but. damn. it's a show about two very broken, wearied people whose lives are falling apart in different ways (a very principled slightly older man, and a very... alternatively principled younger woman), who find each other and help each other heal. i've seen their relationship described as "everything but romantic", though the subject of romance and the nature of their relationship is questioned in the show and sometimes by the two characters

4) taskmaster—this one's just FUN, and also quite honestly pure chaos. i'm trading favourite shows with a friend, and damn if i'm not having a blast with this one. it's basically about a group of comedians who get given a set of tasks/challenges to do, to see who does them best—it has the exact same vibe of the joke "how many comedians does it take to change a lightbulb?". if nobody watches anything else of the show, i implore them to at LEAST watch this tree wizard clip. it's a masterpiece.

5) rick and morty—probably not my favourite type of show (monster of the week's not my usual style), but still good if you're it's intended audience. trading this with another friend, and i'm very much enjoying the experience of trash-talking all of the adult characters every episode with them.

6) mr. iglesias—this one's a very new addition. am also watching it with a friend. comedy about found family in a classroom full of underprivileged kids and the one teacher who really cares about them. i like it! i love marisol a lot as a character and mr. iglesias is very wholesome

re-watching:

7) the untamed—i'm going to be watching this show in some capacity for the rest of my life. i'm on my seventh watch by now and it never diminishes in quality. it's a truly epic introspective character exploration, about a quick-minded, entirely chaotic and very free-spirited man who dies and comes back in quite literally the opening moments of the show. you get to see his descent from being the world's envy to being the world's villain. it's a wonderful fantasy series about perception, the nature of morality, of family (born, raised and chosen) and about building a better world. did i mention that the main character is—as far as chinese censorship laws would allow—very bisexual and the story very heavily features a love story between him and another man? this was the edit that got me into it (it has spoilers but without context it won't make any sense anyway)

8) healer—what a drama. this is all about the power of information—how being informed and making information available can heal a nation that was built to be corrupt. starring a character who is basically a man who is a much poorer batman (kind of like a batman for hire?) with superman's love life (the show's got one of the best and most valid love triangles i've ever seen—and that's coming from somebody who typically HATES love triangles with a burning passion) and a woman who is feisty and strong-willed but not in an overbearing way? as well as amazing action, from somebody who normally can't stand action. i love the chemistry between the two romantic leads and just. i love the three leading characters, and a great deal of the periphery ones a lot. this show is absolutely incredible, would highly recommend

9) it's okay to not be okay/psycho but it's okay—a show that says neurodivergency and found family rights!!!! it's a very healing and introspective drama, but equally very intense/gripping/interesting? the chemistry between the two leads is astounding, and i just really love the amount of empathy this show has? it's truly stunning to watch and experience. starring an absolute badass of a woman, who acts almost entirely on impulse and communicates with the world through storytelling and fairytales, alongside a very kind and nurturing man who doesn't know how to communicate when he's miserable and an autistic man, who struggles deeply with his own fight for independence (i wasn't too sure on him at first, but he grows into just as much of an equally important character as the other two and i loved his arc).

currently reading: the earthsea quartet, by ursula le guin—i'm really loving it! it's probably not one of my favourites (yet), but she has such an interesting way of building up her world, and there's such a strong sense of compassion in every word she writes.

also i've recently found and fallen in love with this fic series. it's very nsfw and modern au's aren't usually my thing for historical (or even semi-historical) fiction/fantasy, but there's just something about sex worker!wei wuxian and translator!(and also secret fashion nerd!)lan wangji both being absolute disasters and also really cute and really repressed but also being neurodivergent and disabled characters (i'm SO here for autistic!lan wangji, traumatised!wei wuxian and chronically ill!yanli all being happy) and getting therapy that really appeals to me.

currently craving: crisps. always. of the salt and vinegar variety (this specific variety especially), of course, but there's never a day that passes when i'm not craving crisps

this was really fun!!! now for the worst part of this............ tagging. OKAY. so... please know that nobody is under any obligation to do, or even acknowledge, this—and also, if i missed you, you see this and you WANT to, then consider the act of seeing/hearing this a formal invitation

@ethereal-sserendipity @lillb5678 @genericfandomusername456 @mars-aria @ikatella @juliedohbigny @multiplequestionmarks @itiredwriter @myrim-anna-rose @gaysofmyheart

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tatticstudio55 · 5 years ago

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Dany, ghosts and mythical figures

Pasting it under the cut because it’s a bit long. I wrote this for a colloquy that’s currently scheduled for the end of May, and I try to be optimist but it’s in France, I live in Canada, all our borders are currently closed and it doesn’t look like things are about to get better anytime soon, so... I though I’d try translating it into english (warning: it might not come off as too polished) and share it here, at the very least 😔. Que sera sera. Aaaaand tagging you @tomakeitbeautifultolive

The term "ghost" used here therefore refers to this role of intermediary, or passer, between the worlds concerned – Cécile Sakai

The loss, the mourning and the reality of the in-between, or intermediate states, occupy a fundamental place in Daenerys’s story. She was born in mourning, exiled from birth and leads a wandering existence from an early childhood. No matter where she goes, she’s seen as a stranger. She exists, but does not really belong anywhere. Her story is shaped by the reality and experience of the intermediary.

The first thing we notice about her, and from her first appearance in the novels, is the way in which the author uses the character's physical appearance to indicate a symbolic proximity to the ghostly, or the surreal: her pallor, her small size, her typical Valyrian features. Even the dress, chosen for her by Illyrio Myopatis, seems to enhances Daenerys’s “immateriality”:

Dany touched it. The cloth was so smooth that it seemed to run through her fingers like water. She could not remember ever wearing anything so soft. It frightened her. She pulled her hand away. "Is it really mine?" – AGOT, Dany I

The dress is meant as a reflection of the wearer. Daenerys’s eyes are the same color as the dress, (or a close match – amethyst and plum), her hair the same liquidity (“The girl brushed her hair until it shone like molten silver”), her body the same ethereal characteristics ("She is a vision, Your Grace, a vision," he told her brother. "Drogo will be enraptured." "She's too skinny," Viserys said.). Beyond the matter of the body itself, Daenerys shows some parallels with vampirism, ritually “absorbing” elements which quite clearly symbolize life forces. Pregnant, she eats a stallion's heart "raw and bloody", in accordance with the Dothrake custom that believes it will give the child strength, swiftness and fearlessness. The scene takes place in a nocturnal environment and the text very much emphasize the "bloodiness" of the ceremony. Daenerys later receives, and in more dire circumstances, her first “initiation” to blood magic with Mirri Maz Duur (blood magic resting on the vampirical tenet that only death can pay for life). And when Drogo's funeral pyre burns –

The flames writhed before her like the women who had danced at her wedding, whirling and singing and spinning their yellow and orange and crimson veils, fearsome to behold, yet lovely, so lovely, alive with heat. Dany opened her arms to them, her skin flushed and glowing. – AGOT, Dany X

Here she appears not quite “human”, glowing and feeding from the fire, whereas the flames are depicted in a very anthropomorphic way. The "dancers" spin, twirl and whirl in a vision that celebrates sensuality and physical vigor. Daenerys merges with the flames and is reborn from them, but her own body is no longer able to give life.

Subsequently, the books bring forefront the foils between the ever-growing physical presence of the dragons and the frail-like body of their mother. Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion fall into every physical extreme: extreme size and strength (getting there), the extreme amount of food they eat and the heat they give off. They "steam" in the cold, at night, while around them the khalasar disintegrate, Daenerys' flesh "falls away" and she becomes "lean and hard as a stick" (ACOK, Dany I). Drogon’s fire saves Daenerys from actual vampirical beings (the Undyings). The foils between mother and dragon(s) reaches a climax in Dany IX, ADWD, when Daenerys confronts an unleashed (and much larger) Drogon in the arena of Daznak:

In the smoldering red pits of Drogon's eyes, Dany saw her own reflection. How small she looked, how weak and frail and scared. – ADWD, Dany IX

Where Drogon is the “body” and Dany the “ghost”, the overwhelming physical presence of the former emphasizes and amplifies the stark opposite of the latter. Dany, like the first dress she was given, is akin to water and keep slipping through people’s fingers: those who hunt her, those who want her dead, those who want to marry her and those who want to use her.

Laughter erupted all around them. Even the old man joined in. "You saw her, then," said the redheaded boy behind them. "You saw the queen. Is she as beautiful as they say?"

I saw a slender girl with silvery hair wrapped in a tokar, he might have told them. Her face was veiled, and I never got close enough for a good look. – ADWD, Tyrion XI

Here, for instance, those who speak are on the hunt for stories, tales and rumors about the queen. Evasive, Tyrion withholds what he knows. At the same time, he is himself in the position of the frustrated chaser (she was veiled, she was too far away). The losses and bereavements already experienced by characters like Jorah Mormont and himself add an additional angle to the matter: Jorah sees Daenerys as a second Lynesse Hightower (the wife he lost) and Tyrion, while on his “grand travel” to Meereen, asks left right and center "Where do whores go?” (in reference to Tysha, the wife he also lost.) They are both haunted by the ghost of beloved women, which Daenerys gradually comes to replaces, as "perfect" and "ideal" as the first ones, but no less out of reach. Her geographical location in ADWD - Meereen is under siege by sea and land, boats no longer pass through Slaver’s Bay - reveals and hides a more metaphysical gap between Daenerys and her "pursuers": Jorah, Tyrion, Aegon, Euron, Victarion. Quentyn Martell is the exception, not that it ends well for him.

Orpheus and Persephone

-Orpheus

Dany is established very early on as a type of “psychopomp” (for lack of a better word) character: a character who passes from one metaphysical space to another (typically the "world of the dead" and the "world of the living"). Despite her belonging to the "living" world, Dany is pushed into spaces that are heavily associated with death, as well as in roles bearing resemblances with at least two psychopomp figures from Greek mythology: Orpheus and Persephone. Her overall narrative has an orphic tone ("If I look back, I am lost"), but the myth first really appears when Dany plea with Mirri Maz Duur to save Drogo's life:

Mirri Maz Duur tossed a red powder onto the coals. It gave the smoke a spicy scent, a pleasant enough smell, yet Eroeh fled sobbing, and Dany was filled with fear. But she had gone too far to turn back now. – AGOT, Dany VIII

The one rule that Orpheus must follow (to not look back at Eurydice) is meant to keep humans from witnessing directly god(s)’s doings. Mirri Maz Duur imposes the same rule on Dany:

"I will stay," Dany said. "The man took me under the stars and gave life to the child inside me. I will not leave him."

"You must. Once I begin to sing, no one must enter this tent. My song will wake powers old and dark. The dead will dance here this night. No living man must look on them." – AGOT, Dany VIII

Like Dany, Mirri is a psychopomp figure with an ambiguous characterization (the author hints more directly of her ties to the supernatural than he does with Dany). The Lhazarean occupies two realms simultaneously, both intertwining and merging in her presence: a mythical realm from an immemorial time/space, and the realm of the ordinary:

Mirri Maz Duur chanted words in a tongue that Dany did not know, and a knife appeared in her hand. Dany never saw where it came from. It looked old; hammered red bronze, leaf-shaped, its blade covered with ancient glyphs. - AGOT, Dany VIII

The knife’s unknown origins can be interpreted in two ways. Dany does not know where and when it was made - the only conclusion she can draw is that it must be "very old" – nor does she know how (or where) Mirri managed to conceal the weapon. As a result, Mirri comes off as a symbolic embodiment of the mythical realm that’s intertwining with the “normal” space (the tent):

The tent was aglow with the light of braziers within. Through the blood-spattered sandsilk, she glimpsed shadows moving.

Mirri Maz Duur was dancing, and not alone. – AGOT, Dany VIII

The mythical space, however, ends up overflowing its confines - the walls of the tent - onto the ordinary realm, and effectively swallows it. The scenes inside and outside the tent, “bruised-red sky”, Qotho "dancing”, “arakh dancing with arakh”, the Dothraki shouting; Mirri’s “inhuman wails”, the dancing shadows, the brazier, the "bloody bath" inside, are all in perfect symmetry with each other. Then,

No, she shouted, or perhaps she only thought it, for no whisper of sound escaped her lips. She was being carried. Her eyes opened to gaze up at a flat dead sky, black and bleak and starless. Please, no. The sound of Mirri Maz Duur's voice grew louder, until it filled the world. The shapes! she screamed. The dancers!

Ser Jorah carried her inside the tent. – AGOT, Dany VIII

Here, for instance, the text really insists on the ever-growing presence of the mythical space. The last sentence of the chapter ("Ser Jorah carried her inside the tent") deliberately draws a foil between the reduced space of the tent and the immensity of the sky, somehow making the tent appears much bigger than it really is. And the more it grows, the more it pushes the boundaries of the ordinary space. When Dany open her eyes, the sky itself is remindful of the Asphodels. This is an initiation, i.e., Dany passing from one realm to another for the first time. The "behavior" of the mythical space (the tent) also bring up the question: is Dany the one moving towards said space, or is it the expanding space that’s moving towards her? The tension between the mythical and the ordinary is projected onto its two main actors, Daenerys and Mirri. There’s an underlying, thematic reciprocity established between them, one projecting a distorted reflection of the other, the first even going so far as to assume the role of the second after thanking her for her “lessons". Roles, identities, functions, times and spaces interpenetrate and repel each other, and Dany passes fairly fluidly from one state to another. We talked about how Mirri seemed to have a foot in an ancient, mythical time, but in her next chapter, it is Dany who finds herself trapped in a feverish dream filled with ghosts (her deceased brothers) and mythical figures. The dream is essentially a retelling of Orpheus in the underworld: chased by a cold shadow, Dany runs across a stone hall lined with specters, towards a tiny, faraway red door that’s presumably the only way out. She must reach the door at all costs without looking back, even as the ghosts of loved ones, dead or alive (Drogo, Jorah, Rhaego), appear and vanish before her eyes.

After the tent comes the Red Waste in ACOK, another hardly disguised “underworld” landscape:

“That way lies the red lands, Khaleesi. A grim place and terrible, the riders say."

The rivers they crossed were dry as dead men's bones. Their mounts subsisted on the tough brown devilgrass that grew in clumps at the base of rocks and dead trees.

The Dothraki began to mutter fearfully that the comet had led them to some hell.

The next pool they found was scalding hot and stinking of brimstone. – ACOK, Dany I

Not faring too well, the Khalasar soon turns into a procession of deads (the sick, the starving, the dying and those who died for real). In proper ghost fashion, travel is generally done at night. When they finally reach "Vae Tolorro", Irri ironically worries that the place might be haunted, while in fact they are most likely the “ghosts” there. The place is nicknamed "gardens of the dead", but no one dies there, except for a woman bitten by a scorpion. Coincidentally, Eurydice also died of a poisoned bite.

Seemingly, there’s a pattern with the underworld-coded spaces visited by Dany: each one is larger than the previous one. First a tent, followed by the Red Waste (and a brief “halt” in the HotU), then by Slaver’s Bay. Meereen is a grotesque look-alike of the greek underworld: located in desertic lands, rich in precious stones, with its own brand of Styx ("the slow brown Skahazadhan”), walls topped with “rows of harpy heads with open mouths”, peoples inside worshiping the gods of Ghis with blood sacrifices in the fighting pits. In ADWD, thousands of fleeing astaporian, crippled by hunger and illness, many of them on the brink of death, are crowding under the walls of Meereen. And Dany happens to be this underworld’s queen.

-Persephone

In ACOK, on the day the Khalasar reaches Vae Tolorro, Jorah Mormont visits Dany in her tent and gives her a peach. Then, at her request, he ends up telling her the sad story of his marriage to Lady Lynesse Hightower:

My home was a great disappointment to Lynesse. It was too cold, too damp, too far away, my castle no more than a wooden longhall. We had no masques, no mummer shows, no balls or fairs. Seasons might pass without a singer ever coming to play for us, and there's not a goldsmith on the island. Even meals became a trial. – ACOK, Dany I

The Hightowers are established in the Reach, the most fertile and greenest region of the Seven Kingdoms, and Jorah meets Lynesse in Lannisport smack in the middle of grand festivities. Lynesse is taken from her “flowery kingdom” to be the lady of a gloomy, dead-looking island. Jorah tries to coax her with various luxuries, including the food (“I lived for her smiles, so I sent all the way to Oldtown for a new cook”), but three seeds of pomegranate won’t do. Every now and then Lynesse must be brought back “up”:

I built a fine ship for her and we sailed to Lannisport and Oldtown for festivals and fairs, and once even to Braavos, where I borrowed heavily from the moneylenders. – ACOK, Dany I

Of course, the money runs out and they’re forced to set sail for Bear Islands. Not that it prevents them from leaving again later:

When I heard that Eddard Stark was coming to Bear Island, I was so lost to honor that rather than stay and face his judgment, I took her with me into exile. Nothing mattered but our love, I told myself. We fled to Lys, where I sold my ship for gold to keep us. – ACOK, Dany I

Their marriage eventually dissolves, but the story starts again with Dany in Lynesse’s position. We get an inkling of it with a simple scene (he brings her a fruit plucked from "in the gardens of the dead"), but which also harbors a predatory tone ("The lion pelt slid off one shoulder and she tugged it back into place. "Was she beautiful?" "Very beautiful." Ser Jorah lifted his eyes from her shoulder to her face. " / “Dany shivered, and pulled the lionskin tight about her. She looked like me. It explained much that she had not truly understood. He wants me, she realized. He loves me as he loved her, not as a knight loves his queen but as a man loves a woman.” – ACOK, Dany I). We spoke above of metaphorical “underworlds” visited, occupied or conquered by Dany: Mirri’s tent, the Red Waste, Slaver’s Bay. Not trivially, it is Jorah who carries her inside the tent, Jorah who advises her to go through the Red Waste, Jorah who persuades her to sail to Slaver’s Bay. Persephone’s myth being anchored in the duality of the fertile seasons (the summer months, when Persephone is reunited with Demeter) and the dead seasons (the winter months, which she must spend with her husband), its underlying presence in Dany’s narrative also evolves accordingly, here in relation to Dany’s fertility, here in her role as “Demeter” in Meereen (when she plants bean crops, olive trees), at a key time where Jorah (Hades) isn’t by her side. Hints pointing to Persephone and Demeter are all the more revealing because there seems to be a direct link between plant fertility, mother / child union and human fertility:

"I am the blood of the dragon," she told the grass, aloud.

Once, the grass whispered back, until you chained your dragons in the dark.

"Drogon killed a little girl. Her name was … her name …" Dany could not recall the child's name. That made her so sad that she would have cried if all her tears had not been burned away. "I will never have a little girl. I was the Mother of Dragons." – ADWD, Dany X

This "exchange" takes place in the Dothrake Sea, "paler than she remembered, a wan and sickly green on the verge of going yellow”. Dany, distraught by the death of a little girl, by the conviction that she herself will never conceive, and guilt-ridden for chaining her own "children" in a dark pit (another metaphor of Persephone chained to the underworld during winter), expresses her sorrow at the dying grass. Then, Jorah’s “ghost” returns to her:

Never, said the grass, in the gruff tones of Jorah Mormont. You were warned, Your Grace. Let this city be, I said. Your war is in Westeros, I told you. – ADWD, Dany X

The dying of the grass, crops and vegetation is always presented as the prima facie of the end of summer and the return of Persephone to the underworld. This is why the grass speaks with Jorah’s voice, and why Daenerys mourns her lost, forgotten or dead children in a dying grass sea.

Appearance and resorption of myths

We’ll try to tackle the character's role in a more general context here, because her narrative impact is currently limited to Essos. It’s through Tyrion that Dany and Westeros really intersect for the first time. From the fighting pits, Tyrion sees a veiled, “slender girl with silvery hair wrapped in a tokar” in the tribunes. This is not Jorah or Barristan, or even Quentyn Martell who, although tied to both sides of Planetos, do not play a significant role in what’s currently happening on the West side. Tyrion is another matter. He is the in-narrative eye of Westeros.

They’re about to unleash lions on Tyrion and Penny. As soon as she hears of it, Dany puts the breaks. Tyrion's memories of her make her akin to an apparition, or a mirage: veiled, indistinct, distant, soaring in a whirlwind of smoke on her dragon. It also happens in a place sharing glaring resemblances with the Red Waste:

“She had seen the fighting pits many times from her terrace. The small ones dotted the face of Meereen like pockmarks; the larger were weeping sores, red and raw.”

“The red sands drank his blood”

“Running, she could feel the sand between her toes, hot and rough.”

“He beat his wings again, sending up a choking storm of scarlet sand. Dany stumbled into the hot red cloud, coughing.”

“Black blood was flowing from the wound where the spear had pierced him, smoking where it dripped onto the scorched sands.”

“The black wings cracked like thunder, and suddenly the scarlet sands were falling away beneath her.” – ADWD, Dany IX

In ACOK, Dany and her Khalasar also encounter a mirage-like city in the desert:

"A city, Khaleesi," they cried. "A city pale as the moon and lovely as a maid. An hour's ride, no more."

When the city appeared before her, its walls and towers shimmering white behind a veil of heat, it looked so beautiful that Dany was certain it must be a mirage. – ACOK, Dany I

Vae Tolorro and Dany are not mirages, however. Vae Tolorro really saved Dany’s Khalasar from a certain death in the desert. Dany really saved Tyrion from the lions. The repercussions of her actions are too real, her physical impact on the story is too great for one to put her among the true "ghost" characters, such as Lynesse or Tysha.

Only, here’s the deal: Daenerys Targaryen is a character of exceptional circumstances, of one-time deals, and exceptional circumstances, 1) do not last, 2) do not happen again, and 3) are not recoverable. Circumstances such as these create myths, and myths are reproduced, or imitated, or preserved as legends, but they will never happen a second time like they happened on the first time. Vae Tolorro did exist once, but withdrew from the story once his function was filled, and Dany will likely never return there. Drogon did appear in the Daznak arena, causing an “unusual” disaster, but the incident is unlikely to happen again. What remains afterward of Vae Tolorro, of Daenerys and Drogon in the arena, are mirages, imitations and imitators. Dany is not at this stage. She is at the archaic stage of the first time (Mircea Eliade, The myth of the eternal return), where the gap between the mythical and the ordinary is the deepest, and where the resorption of the myth is the most brutally felt. Dany, a very human character in and of itself, suffers from these effects more than anyone. Immediately after the birth of her dragons (the mythical event), she must undertake a difficult journey in the desert, that leaves her physically worn out and, in a way, physically diminished (the resorption):

Dany hungered and thirsted with the rest of them. The milk in her breasts dried up, her nipples cracked and bled, and the flesh fell away from her day by day until she was lean and hard as a stick - ACOK, Dany I

And following immediately her first flight on Drogon (the mythical event) she gets lost in the Dothrake sea, which once again takes a physical toll on her –

It was afternoon by the time Dany found the stream she had glimpsed atop the hill. It was a rill, a rivulet, a trickle, no wider than her arm … and her arm had grown thinner every day she spent on Dragonstone. – ADWD, Dany X

- almost to the point of literally being resorbed into the earth:

My flesh will feed the wolves and carrion crows, she thought sadly, and worms will burrow through my womb. – ADWD, Dany X

There are therefore two fundamental elements one should consider with regards to Dany: the authentic myth, and the nostalgia of the lost myth. It’s part of what makes Dany’s narrative so compelling. The authentic myth belongs to an immemorial past. The memory of the myth belongs to the present. And Daenerys belongs to both. Should she reconcile these two parts? If so, is this reconciliation supposed to play a role in the outcome, not only of her own story, but of the entire series? We raise the issue because the myth / memory dichotomy is not exclusive to Dany; see, for example, the "Others" (the myth) and the three-eyed raven (the memory). It all remains to be seen. In any case, I’m intrigued by this tendency to bestow ghost-like characteristic to a character who’s frequently moving from one realm to another, whatever these realms are supposed to be: the world of the dead and the world of the living, the past and the present, the mythical and the real…

#asoiaf #asoiaf meta #valyrianscrolls #daenerys targaryen

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nimblermortal · 5 years ago

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Some Further Old Guard Liveblogging

#OH MAN BOOKER'S SMIRK WHEN MERRICK REFUSES TO COME CLOSER TO ANDROMACHE#THAT IS THE SMIRK OF 'I see Yusuf headbutted you already'

#also also I cannot deal with Merrick's suits with hoodies on them#they're so terrible#what a fantastic piece of villain costuming I hate him for that alone

#OH MAN THAT POOR DOCTOR#STUCK IN A ROOM WITH FOUR BICKERING IMMORTALS#FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE#man if Nile hadn't come along her life woulda suuuuuuuucked#Nicoló was trying his best at that anyway#apparently Merrick Pharmaceuticals comes equipped with semi-automatic rifles but not gags

man their card readers work really well and fast. I am impressed. I have... not had this luck with card readers. They usually blink a few times and take a few tries. (Also, nobody uses card readers anymore? I’m not even in that critical of an industry and we have the beepy key fob things. That respond to badges.)

As Nile enters the lab... Yusuf: what the heck where did this come from Nicoló: eh? I do not know that this is a good turn of events Andy: breathlessly happy to see her Booker: oh how my sins have revisited me

It continues to bother me how Nile breaks into the lab and goes straight for the one who’s not immortal and who has the least ability to cope with the situation, given that she’s already injured; and then stands there and talks to her when she could be letting someone else loose to deal with the four shooters at the door that she just mentioned. Just. Free one hand on each of them and then get on to releasing all the bonds on your favorite!

Yeah, keep standing there with your motivational speeches and your NOT RELEASING PEOPLE WHO WILL ACTUALLY HELP YOU, I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN

Andy, who is not an absolute idiot, releases one of Nicoló’s arms as her first action and then moves on. Nicoló, who is also not an idiot, immediately rolls over and begins releasing the rest of himself, which is the SANE THING TO DO, NILE, YOU’RE AN IDIOT

Booker: No, you should just leave me here Andy: This is an intervention.

Andy, heading for the door: Let’s get this motherfucker Everyone else, aware she is now mortal: <suddenly falls in ahead of her and does not let her take point as she is prone to doing>

Andy’s labrys is such a prop weapon, it looks weirdly light and also fiberglass. I could be wrong! I don’t know about these things! but I think it’s a functional reproduction, not something she’s had for a while.

Andy is Mom Friend, looking after her little gang. Yusuf is Dad Friend, worrying too much.

Nile: Andy! It is I, meat shield! Nicoló: Oh, that’s a good idea.

You know, they really oughtn’t be speaking English in combat situations. This would be a great time to be using a dead language, effectively enabling you to say exactly where you’re going without your enemy understanding it. (Or Nile. But they’ve got Nile.)

“Shit! Jammed!” is where Nicoló needs to be there to mutter in baleful Ligurian about combat teams and palises.

They really shoulda killed that guy on the ground... nobody needs to know they exist, or what they can do.

I should tell Hyacinth about the throw at 1:44.

Nile has such a nice face.

“I think you showed up when I lost my immortality” well you’re wrong. You been stabbed and healed since then. Also puts paid to my theory that it gave out when you said you were done and not interested in trying to help people anymore. It just is what it is; humans try to assign meaning and stories to thinks, but at the end of the day, it’s all quantum.

NILE IS SO SHORT BUT NICOLÓ IS THE ONE SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BACK SEAT (if anyone cares for fic: Yusuf has shotgun, Nicoló in the back seat middle, Andy is driving, Nile behind Yusuf and Booker behind Andy. Is there any advantage to this? None that I see. Except that Yusuf was in front so he had the opportunity to claim shotgun, and Booker is a filthy traitor who doesn’t deserve the front seat. Nile is new and I don’t know what Nicoló’s excuse is except that it’s easiest to reach the front seat from the middle of the back seat, and everyone assumes Andy will get to sit in the front, so this puts Nicoló in position to get hands on either of them as needed.)

I have no idea why we are expected to care about the pewter-topped bars at the pub they choose to go to.

“There’s not much to decide, it’s not like they can kill me.” Yusuf stares through the window as if he is contemplating exactly that; Booker can’t find an acceptable face to make back at him.

“You’re a good kid” is such a patronizing thing to say to someone, it really emphasizes both how young Nile is and how much younger she is than the rest of them. Also, I will never understand how Booker’s being a bad parent means no one should go see their family while they’re still alive.

Yeah, Yusuf is not satisfied with this arrangement, Nicoló considers it the right thing to do whether it is satisfying or not, and Nile hates hurting people.

Also, given that I headcanon that Andy is cursed to be an atheist surrounded by stubbornly faithful people, “Have a little faith, Book” is a great line. Like. Andy has made her position on religion clear, but at least Nicoló has at one point in his life been committed to religious ideals. The other two - well, I have my own thoughts about how Yusuf interacts with his faith, but it’s just hilarious if Booker is also stubbornly Catholic, for his own journey and so that Andy can be all, “Every time we get a new immortal I explain to them how we are cursed, there is no god, our existence is proof of the whims of the world triumphing over any sort of divine plan, and every time they just hold out! Nicoló is laughing at me!” and she tries doing this to Nile and none of the others are quite laughing out loud, but Nicoló has very expressive smirks, okay? And then you take that background and apply it to Booker saying he’ll never see her again and Andy choosing the last thing she says to him to be, “Have a little faith“ - this thing she has been denying, giving him this as a recognition, he’s spent all movie starving for her recognition as she just gives him tasks, so she recognizes him and this thing they don’t share but that she’s now offering value to, and hey, as long as he’s believing in illogic, he might as well have some in her, right? or in technology and medicine? it’s not all that important how it plays out, but for her to grant this concession to him is... magnanimous in a satisfying way, if you headcanon all of the aforesaid.

Aww, Yusuf is the unsatisfied one but he’s also the one who stays watching Booker for the longest. And he’s the only one who looks back.

:( the German is too blurred for me to read this passport, but I really want to see if there’s any justifying Yusuf being named Joseph Jones and nationality (?) Deutsch. But even if that’s so - which is conceivable - I want to know why both Hamburg and Frankfurt are on his passport. Mine doesn’t have any cities on it at all - but then again, I’ve had friends ask me to get my passport out just to demonstrate how funny American passports are. (Most countries are like “ah yes, we need blank pages to stamp visas and entries/exits on. The US of A goes, “what if our blank pages had dramatic pictures of the biomes of the continental US and inspirational quotes across the tops?” Make your own arguments about American exceptionalism, patriotism, conspicuous consumption...)

THEY WERE AT THE FALL OF THE BERLIN WALL GOOD FOR THEM also just a weird place for them to be, that incident was. So much a mistake. So much spontaneous. And it’s a weird time to be smuggling people across the wall (and very difficult to do, and. There are better things for immortal soldiers to do with their time at this point). So like. Good for them, I bet that was an endorphin surge, but weird that they were there.

Awwww, Nicoló’s little “I knew we were trying to do good, it is nice to have confirmation that it works sometimes” smirk

It’s a nice speech, Andy, but what you’re actually saying to Copley is, “Booker was our computer/intel guy and we kicked him out, so we need you to do his job and possibly train Nile in it”

I know by “ether” she means like. Internets. But. I love imagining them as just old sometimes, and not always keeping up with all the right things. And having her mean, “When we leave a footprint in the luminiferous aether” because she honestly still believes that light needs a medium to travel in and it’s just never come up as relevant to correct that assumption, she’s proud of being well-read in science a hundred years ago - well, that’s wonderful.

Aww, Copley got a Nicoló smirk. And I think Yusuf sensed it, though he could not possibly have seen it.

Aaaaand scene with Booker drunk and unhappy in Paris, so what else is new to Paris. Spray your glass all over public spaces, it’ll improve the general cleanliness of the surfaces. And Quynh is probably going to show up in Nile’s room shortly, I bet she’s just tired of dreaming of them. I... honestly don’t know that I like the idea of a sequel. Franchises leave a lot of room for making things worse. There’s a lot of open space in this movie, but that’s where I like to put my fanfiction.

#the old guard #Nimblermortal liveblogs #Nimblermortal tags TOO LITTLE AND TOO LATE #this post will update until I get to the end of the movie #which is not much further now #let me just rewind and see each of their expressions as Nile comes in

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secret-vore-lair · 5 years ago

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Fear and Wisdom

Ara and Fervent, both mostly-corporeal metaphysical entities, are a picturesque couple most days. But sometimes only one of them can have what they want. Contains lots of romantic teasing, the melancholy of ages past, and safe cuddly vore.

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Ara stood still as a statue, watching the sunset from atop a dais in the ruin where she and her partner lived. The roof of this place had long ago crumbled, leaving the sprawling, colorful mosaics within exposed to the elements. Ara looked out on the world from its center looking like the only piece of history in the whole place that time couldn’t touch. A great lioness with fur of gold, feathered wings of purest white folded motionless along her back. Not even breath broke her stillness and silence, as she drew no air into her lungs, made no rhythm with her heart.

There was a family of waterbirds that she was watching, their nest on a worn stone that rose up from the bay below the ruin. That stone had been much taller, long ago. The tallest of many, and there had been more nests as well. She overlayed the old memory over reality with the slightest thought, watching it play out in perfect clarity and fidelity.

The sphinx could hear the cacophony of the swarming birds calling out to each other, squawking in indignation as they swooped down on the baskets of fish the villagers carried only to be batted away. She could see the small ships drifting languidly through the clear, lively waters of the bay. She could feel the shade from the roof over her head, and observe as the priests, her priests, meted out blessings from the steps of her temple.

She sighed and let the vision slip away. The village was gone now, and the priests. All lost to time. Even the stones had been worn down. It was the way of things. Now she watched two birds land at the edge of the single nest. The parents, returning to roost with a freshly caught fish for their chicks. That nest had been passed down, destroyed and rebuilt many times over countless generations. No, not countless. She knew the number. She knew the exact number of bird generations between the fall of her civilization and now. She knew the precise number of sunsets, and what the weather was like each day. Her memory spanned eons, and it was flawless. And she needed a distraction.

Lucky for her, night was falling.

A black-feathered wing draped over her shoulder, and an ivory claw caressed her cheek. “I’m awake, my love.” Ara turned to face the source of the deep, velvety voice that seemed as one with the chill, misty air rolling in from the calm waters of the bay. Fervent looked refreshed and composed now, his inky down fading into and deepening the sunset shadows, obscuring his outline and adding to his imposing stature. Far from the messy, exhausted pile of feathers he presented during the day. Unlike Ara, he actually needed to sleep. He blinked his luminous green owl eyes at her as she nuzzled into his chest. “You seem somber, dear.”

“I feel better now that you’re here. I think I just need something to occupy my mind. How was your rest? I heard you moving around and muttering to yourself earlier. Bad dreams again?” She curled up on the stone platform, and he joined her atop it.

“Indeed. Giving me indigestion as usual. Conscious fear always sits a little better. It’s a little more . . . straightforward. The stuff the subconscious conjures up tends to unsettle my stomach with its surreality.” He nestled himself closer to her, relishing her warmth. She shone so brightly. She was his guiding star. “But sometimes someone falls asleep inside me and dreams frightful visions. What am I to do but accept the free meal? Besides. . .” His jagged beak split into a sly grin, and his forked tongue slithered around its edges. “I know I have you to soothe my insides, don’t I?” His form blurred, and he was on top of her, beak wide open and dripping with jet black saliva. Little silver stars spun and twinkled in the fluid, winking in and out. Ara smirked and reached up with a paw, closing his beak.

“Tempting. And an excellent opening move, darling. You know I find that view hard to resist. But have you considered . . . this?” With a wry smirk of her own, Ara wrapped her wings around her partner’s neck and dragged his head down, planting an extremely sensitive ear right on her gut. “Check. . .” Ara took in a breath of the cool evening air and let her body come alive. Her lungs expanded, her heart took up a steady tempo, and best of all—

grroooaargle. . . gruuurrr. . .

“. . . aaaaand mate,” she purred, feeling rather pleased with herself as her lover’s entire body shivered, his form distorting and glitching out for a moment as the full might of her internal soundscape left him stunned. Ara laughed and used the opportunity to roll him off the dais and onto the temple floor, pinning him down as he let out a very undignified yelp. She lowered her head beside his and licked her chops in his peripheral vision. She whispered, “Imagine being in the middle of all that, Fervent. And I’m just winding up, too. You know from experience that it’s only going to get much, much louder once you’re inside. Why don’t you claim your rightful place?”

“But. . . You ate me last night, too,” Fervent protested halfheartedly.

“Really? I don’t remember,” Ara replied with a chuckle, dragging her tongue up the side of his face.

“I just mean, when do I get another turn?” He asked, a bright purple blush staining his cheeks.

She raised up, perched on his chest, eyes glowing in the dark, watching him with the certainty of a victor. “When you can tell me, with absolute and unshakeable assurance, that the thing you want most in this moment is not the pressure of my body reshaping you, taking that ethereal fear fluff you’re made of and compressing it into a perfect fit for the innermost chamber of my body, my being, a stomach shaped by the gods themselves. Is this the night when you can convincingly tell me that you desire to eat me more than you desire the musical bliss of belly gurgles tuned against the instruments of the divine to perfectly convey the absolute satiation your presence within me provides? Can you look me in the eye, nay, look me in the maw and say with conviction that the idea of your feathers dropping from my lips as I surround your body and seal it away for the evening doesn’t fill you with a sense of purpose?” She spread her wings wide, angelic and silhouetted against the final, red light of the day. She brought her muzzle down to his beak and opened wide, ruffling his feathers as she breathed out a sweltering, glowing mist. A breath of holy light. “You, my love, are my chosen one. Rise into me. Let my light deepen your shadow.”

Fervent hummed, staring up into her wide, welcoming jaws. He knew when he had been beaten. “You make a compelling argument, as always,” he said with undisguised awe. Sure, she was getting her way, but she always made him feel like he was the lucky one, even so. Arguing over which of them was hungriest for the other was hardly the worst disagreement a couple could have, he knew. So with a mix of resignation and excitement, he raised up his head, his shape becoming more fluid, and she took him in her jaws, and he was pulled into her softness and her inner glow.

Ara worked quickly, her beloved disappearing into her jaws with only a few swallows. He was as big as she was, but easily compressible, and eating someone alive was much easier when things like breathing were elective. The sphinx felt her belly round out with her meal, the glowing walls stretching and flexing to accommodate him with relative ease. “Ahhh, ambrosial as ever, my dearest.” She cleaned a feather from the roof of her mouth with a flick of her tongue and sent it flowing down her gullet on a river of saliva to join the rest of Fervent’s mass. She flared her wings and looked out over the water. “And far lighter than you look.”

“If you’re going to be the lover of a sphinx, the one thing you shouldn’t be is dense,” Fervent replied, shifting around to get comfortable.

“Indeed not. And it’s certainly convenient that devouring you doesn’t keep me earthbound. Why don’t we take a quick flight over the bay?”

“Whatever you wish, my star. I would follow you anywhere.”

Ara purred and ran a paw along the curve of her stomach, summoning up a few lengthy gurgles for Fervent to bask in as he sloshed around. “Thank you for this. Truly, it was just what I needed. And tomorrow night, if you’re still in the mood, I’ll be yours. Sound good?”

Fervent hummed in the affirmative, cozying up to the walls as they moved around him, focusing on the sounds of her body as she held him in the fullest, greatest sense. Her concession was appreciated but unnecessary. He could play this game and lose to her every night and still be satisfied with the outcome. He adored her. It was as simple as that.

#vore stories #soft vore #safe vore #oc: Ara #oc: Fervent #willing vore

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demonac · 5 years ago

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TDDC Stat Blast from the Past

Tales From My D&D Campaign is 3.5 edition, like a relic from a bygone age. But people still ask about stats and such often enough. I just got another question on the Discord about Kua Toa stats.

Well I tend to modify them - remake them for every fight, and their level - even for the basic KTs - tended to creep up as the players leveled. After all, any of them you run into on land are the elite, best-trained and best equipped, because they are going into battle without the usual legions of slaves.

But here are the stat blocks from the party’s first encounter with the Deluvians... and just generally, how my stat blocks look (even though these are so old that the originals said “Illuvian” instead of “Illud”).

DELUVIAN RAIDER (CR 4) KuaToa Fighter 2 HP: 34 NE STR: 14 DEX: 10 CON: 15 WIS: 14 INT: 13 CHA: 8 BASE: +4 SPD: 20(15) SWIM: 50(40) REF: +3/FORT: +7/WILL: +5 AC: 23 [10+6(natural)+5(Armor)+2(Shield)] FullAttack: +7/+1 1d8+2/1d4+1 FEATS: Alertness, GreatFortitude, WeaponFocus(Longsword) ABILITIES: KtRacials SKILLS: Spot +11, Listen: +7, EscapeArtist +8, Swim +10, MoveSilent +3, Craft[Armor or Weapons] +4 GEAR: BasicColos(9c), MW Breastplate, MW Longsword, MW HeavyShield, 1xAlchemist'sFire, 1xAcidFlask, 1xLightningBall, 40 gp

DELUVIAN CONSCRIPT (Minion; 3 = CR 4) KuaToa Fighter 2 HP: 3 NE STR: 14 DEX: 10 CON: 15 WIS: 14 INT: 13 CHA: 8 BASE: +4 SPD: 20(15) SWIM: 50(40) REF: +3/FORT: +5/WILL: +5 Grapple: +6 AC: 23 [10+6(natural)+5(Armor)+2(Shield)] FullAttack: +7/+1 1d8+2/1d4+1 FEATS: Alertness, WeaponFocus(Longsword) ABILITIES: KtRacials, Evasion, Mettle, Can be KO'd/killed by successful grapple SKILLS: Spot +11, Listen: +7, EscapeArtist +8, Swim +10, MoveSilent +3, Craft[Armor or Weapons] +4 GEAR: BasicColos(9c), Breastplate, Longsword, HeavyShield, 1xLightningBall, 50' silk rope

DELUVIAN GRENADIER (CR 7) KuaToa Rogue 5 HP: 41 NE STR: 11 DEX: 14(16) CON: 14 WIS: 14 INT: 13 CHA: 8 BASE: +5 SPD: 20 SWIM: 50 REF: +8/FORT: +3/WILL: +6 AC: 27 [10+6(natural)+5(Armor)+3(Shield)+3(Dex)] FullAttack: +5/+0 1d6/1d4 (+3d6 SA) Flask: +9/10 1d6+1/2(+3d6 SA) RapidFlask: +7/+7(+8/+8) 1d6+1/2(+3d6 SA) FEATS: Stealthy, Grenadier, PointBlankShot, RapidShot ABILITIES: KtRacials, Evasion, UncannyDodge, SA +3d6, Trapfinding, TrapSense +1 SKILLS: Spot 10(19), Listen: 10(12), EscapeArtist 10(21), Swim +10, MoveSilent 10(15), Craft[Alchemy] 7(11), Hide: 10(15) GEAR: NobleColos(8c), +1 Chainshirt, MW Shortsword, +1 Heavy Shield, +2 Gloves of Dex, 6xAlchemist'sFire, 3xAcidFlask, 3xTanglefootBag, 2xWhipweed, 1xLightningBall, ModHealthPot(11hp), 150gp

ILLUD WARRIOR (CR 5) KuaToa Fighter 3 HP: 37 STR: 14 DEX: 12 CON: 13 WIS: 14 INT: 13 CHA: 8 BASE: +5 SPD: 15 SWIM: 40 REF: +5/FORT: +6/WILL: +6 AC: 24/25 [10+6(natural)+5(Armor)+2(Shield)+1(Dex)]/Competence FullAttack: +8/+2 1d6+2/1d4+1 FEATS: Alertness, WeaponFocus(Shortspear), GreatFortitude, Stealthy SKILLS: Spot +11, Listen: +7, EscapeArtist +9, Swim +10, MoveSilent +6(3), Craft[Armor or Weapons] +4, Hide: +3 GEAR: BasicColos(9c), MW Breastplate, MW Shortspear, MW HeavyShield, 1xAlchemist'sFire, 1xAcidFlask, 1xTanglefootBag, 30 gp

ILLUD WATCHER (CR 4) KuaToa Rogue 2 HP: 29 STR: 11 DEX: 14 CON: 14 WIS: 14 INT: 13 CHA: 8 BASE: +3 SPD: 20 SWIM: 50 REF: +7/FORT: +2/WILL: +5 AC: 23/24 [10+6(natural)+4(Armor)+1(Shield)+2(Dex)]/Competence FullAttack: +3/-2 1d6/1d4 Flask: +6/7 1d6+1/2(+1d6 SA) FEATS: Stealthy, Grenadier, PointBlankShot ABILITIES: KtRacials, Evasion, SA +1d6, Trapfinding SKILLS: Spot 7(16), Listen: 1(8), EscapeArtist +8, Swim +10, MoveSilent 7(12), Craft[Alchemy] 7(11), Hide: 7(11) GEAR: BasicColos(9c), MW Chainshirt, MW Shortspear, MW Buckler, 3xAlchemist'sFire, 3xAcidFlask, 3xTanglefootBag, 2xWhipweed, 50gp

VULBO (CR 7) KuaToa(Babago) Fighter 3 HP: 73 LE STR: 26 DEX: 13 CON: 20 WIS: 12 INT: 8 CHA: 6 BASE: +6/+1 SPD: 30(20) SWIM: 50(40), Space/Reach: 10/10 REF: +5/FORT: +9/WILL: +5 AC: 25/26 [10+7(natural)+5(Armor)+3(Shield)+1(Dex)-1(Size)]/Competence FullAttack: +14/+9/+9 2d6+8/2d6+8/1d8+4 FEATS: ImprovedNatAttack(Bite), PowerAttack, ImpBullRush, AwesomeBlow (std action, Ref=dmg) ABILITIES: KtRacials, Darkvision 30' GEAR: BasicColos(LargeSized)(9c), MW Large Breastplate, +2 Longsword(Scimitar-shaped), +1 LargeShield(for large creature, could work as a tower shield for a medium creature), 120gp [[House Babago Kua have 3 racial HD(Monstrous Humanoid), Nat Armor 7, Large size, +10 Str, +6 CON, -2 DEX, +0 WIS, +0 INT, -4 CHA, Kua-Toa traits, and Darkvision 30', CR 4]]

KUA TOA TRAITS: (Kua Toa in TDDC have better racial abilities than is usual for 3.5 edition Kuo Toa)

Electrical Resistance 30; Amphibious; Keen Sight (+4 search and spot; can see moving objects or creatures, even if invisible or ethereal), Slippery(+8 escape artist; skin secretions allow them to slip out of webs, magical or otherwise); their skin secretions can also be used to apply a powerful adhesive to their shields (attackers must make a DC 14 Reflex save to avoid having their weapon stuck, disarming them), and also to power Colos Cloaks (see below).

EQUIPMENT:

A Lightning Ball is a metal-shelled alchemical device which can be tossed into a 5-foot square as a standard action, breaking an internal glass barrier. Once the glass inside is broken, it takes one round for the chemicals to mix, after which the Ball carries a dangerous electric charge for up to 5 rounds - during that time, the first creature to move within 5-feet of the ball triggers an electrical discharge zapping them for 2d4 electrical damage (Reflex 11 for half) and dealing 1 electrical "splash" damage to any adjacent creature. The zap is NOT triggered by "grounded" creatures, meaning any creature with Electrical Resistance 5 or greater. If multiple 'active' Lightning Balls are triggered at the same time (with overlapping areas), they interfere with each other somewhat, therefore the damage does not increase even though the additional balls are still expended. A creature carrying one or more Lightning Balls who fails any Reflex save must make an additional Reflex save at the same DC to avoid accidentally triggering any carried Lightning Balls (again, the damage is the same as for triggering a single ball).

Whipweed is an alchemicaly treated plant crafted by KuaToa of house Domod for quick escapes and tactical repositioning. The strand of modified and compressed into a driftwood tube with a screw top (some versions are designed so that you can hold it at the bottom and twist to open the top). When opened, it shoots out with incredible energy (though it lacks the mass to inflict relevant damage if used as a weapon). As a standard action, make a touch attack (usually against an inanimate terrain feature) with a range increment of 20, maximum range 60 feet. If it hits, the goo ball at the end of the strand attaches firmly (if momentarily) and immediately whips back, reeling in the wielder if he can hold on (Ref 13 - on a failed save, the tube is ripped out of his hand). Alternatively, the Whipweed can be used to reel in an unattended item that weighs less than half as much as the wielder. Whipweed may have a variety of other uses, but they generally require specialized skills (feats, in other words). Whipweed tubes cost 200gp each, though re-usable models (effectively magic item versions) are rumored to exist.

Colos Cloaks (Kua-Toa Invisibility Cloaks) recharge 1 charge for every hour worn by a live Kua-Toa (including while in use). All versions can store a maximum of 15 charges, and charges decay at a rate of 1 per 8 hours when the cloak is not worn by a living Kua-Toa. Deluvian Basic cloaks are typically black and scaley when visible, whereas Illud Basic cloaks are generally grey (and scaley). The Colos (particularly the higher quality versions) can of course be crafted in any number of styles, including fine non-scaled fabrics. ALL versions have the basic combat ability: [3 charges: Invis (1 min, CL 3)]. Additional abilities of the different quality Colos cloaks are as follows: Basic Colos: [6 charges: Invisibility (1 hr, CL 3)] Noble Colos: [15 charges: Invisibility (8 hr, CL 7), 4 charges: Invis (1 hr, CL 3)] Elite Colos: [4 charges Invisibility (8 hr, CL 9), 10 charges: Swift Invisibility (2 rnd, CL 5)]

aaaaand some Warbond Freedom/Terrorist idiots:

WARBOND MINION (Minion; 4=CR 3) Human(Or halfling) Warrior 3, HP 3 CG STR: 11 DEX: 12 CON: 11 WIS: 10 INT: 10 CHA: 11 BASE: +3 SPD: 30 REF: +1/FORT: +3/WILL: +1 AC: 15 [10+3(Armor)+1(Shield)+1(Dex)] FullAttack: +3(4) 1d6+1 LightCrossbow: +5/6(+1) 1d8+0/1, 19-20x2 FEATS: Weapon Focus(light crossbow), PointBlankShot GEAR: StuddedLeather, WoodenBuckler, ShortswordORLightPickORHandAxe, LightCrossbow, 20 bolts, 2 MW bolts

WARBOND SLINGER CR 4 Halfling Fighter 4, HP: 28 STR: 8(or6) DEX: 14(or16) CON: 10 WIS: 11 INT: 10 CHA: 11 BASE: +4 SPD: 20 REF: +3/FORT: +5/WILL: +2 AC: 18 [10+4(Armor)+2(Dex)+1(Size)+1(Deflect)] TINYAC: 20 [10+4(Armor)+3(Dex)+2(Size)+1(Deflect)] Sling: +9(10)[11] 1d4+4/5 Rapid: +7+7(+8/+8)[+1] 1d4+4/5 Tiny: +11(12)[13] 1d3+4/5 TinyRapid: +9+9(+10/+10)[+1] 1d3+4/5 Shortsword(sm) +5[6] 1d4(-1 dmg if Tiny) FEATS: WeaponFocus(Sling), WeaponSpec(Sling), PointBlankShot, RapidShot, PreciseShot ABILITIES: Halfling(small, +1 to hit with Slings, +1 to all saves, +X vs fear) GEAR: MW ChainShirt, +1 Sling, +1 small Shortsword, RoP+1, LightHealthPot(5hp) x1, PotionOfReducePersonx3, 50 gp

WARBOND BERSERKER CR 3 Human Barbarian 1/Druid 1/Fighter 1 HP: 32(38 raging) STR: 14(18) DEX: 15 CON: 12(16) WIS: 11 INT: 8 CHA: 10 BASE: +2 SPD: 40(30) REF: +2/FORT: +7(+9)/WILL: +2(+4) AC: 14 [10+4(Armor)+2(Dex)-2(Rage)] RageShilx1: +8[9] 2d6+7 RageShilx2: +6[7]/+6[7] 2d6+5/2d6+5 FEATS: WeaponFocus(Quarterstaff), TWF, Toughness ABILITIES: +10 Move, Rage 1/day(6 rds), AnimalCompanion(wolf), WildEmpathy, NatureSense(+2 ) GEAR: Quarterstaff, HideArmor SPELLS(CL2): Shillelagh(precombat)

WARBOND DRUID CR 5 Elf Druid 5 HP: 33 STR: 11 DEX: 14 CON: 12 WIS: 15 INT: 8 CHA: 10 BASE: +3 SPD: 30 (50 Leopard, 40 Hawk) REF: +3(+5Hawk)/FORT: +4/WILL: +4 ELF: AC: 21 [10+4(Armor)+2(Dex)+2(NatArmor)+3(DarkwoodShield)] LEOPARD?: AC: 18 [10+6(NatArmor)+2(Dex)] Bite: +5 1d6+2, Mobility HAWK?: AC: 16 [10+4(NatArmor)+2(Dex)] Talon: +4 1d6+1, +2Reflex ABILITIES: ElfRacials, AnimalEmpathy, AnimalCompanion(leopard?blackbear?), WoodlandStride, NatureSense(+2), WildEmpathy, Shapeshift(Predator,Aerial) SPELLS(CL5): L1(3+1): FaerieFire, Entangle(Ref 13), CLW(1d8+5), MagicFang(used) L2(2+1): Barkskin(precombat), GustOfWind, Snake'sSwiftness(Mass) L3(1+0): SpeakWithPlants(used) GEAR: +1 Hide armor, +1 DarkwoodShield, MWScimitar

JIMMY(WARBOND LEADER) CR 5 Human Ranger 3/Marshal 2 HP: 32 STR: 10 DEX: 16 CON: 13 INT: 8 WIS: 11 CHA: 12 BASE: +4 SPD: 30 REF: +4/FORT: +7/WILL: +4 AC: 19 [10+6(Armor)+3(Dex)] BOW: +10 1d8+1(3 vs Kua) BANE ARROW: +12 1d8+2d6+3 RAPIDBow: +8/+8 Longsword: +5, 1d8(+2 vs Kua) FEATS: WeaponFocus(Longbow), Track, RapidShot(Ranger), Endurance(Ranger) ABILITIES: FavoredEnemy(Kua-Toa), MinorAura(+1 Wis checks), MajorAura(+1 to Hit) SKILLS: Survival 7(9 vs Kua), Spot 4, Heal 3(5) GEAR: +2 ChainShirt, +1 Longbow, 60 arrows, 2 Kua-Toa Bane arrows, 50' rope, MW HealingKit(+2), 200gp

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 6 years ago

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LOAFT prompt: Patton wears makeup for the first time, the others are really gay about it

Pretty

Pattonis unfairly gorgeous.Hisboyfriends already knew that, but it never hurts to have a reminder.

Pairing:Platonic Pattmile, romantic LAMP, background romantic remile

Wordcount: 2960

Warnings:guilt, mentions of isolation/bully, public kissing

Notes:part of the expanded universe of Love and Other Fairytales, beginningimmediately after Brilliant. Author knows NOTHING aboutmakeup, all make up talk sourced from google

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Emilewas not nervous.

Hewasn’t!

Okay,actually, yes, he was nervous, just a little.

Whichmade him feel just a little bit silly because… he probably wasn’tnervous for the right reasons.

TheSpider Prince was sitting on the edge of the haphazard circles oflawn chairs in the Waller’s yard. Patton was sitting next to him –well, for a given definition of ‘next to,’ with his legs drapedacross the princes lap – and Elliot was on his other side, speakingmore animatedly that Emile had ever seen. The prince and Patton wereboth smiling down at them.

Occasionally,Logan or Roman would circle back to them, for quick kisses or to sitbriefly.

SoEmile was not nervous because he thought the Spider Prince washostile, or because he thought the fae might become hostile –he seemed perfectly content to sit with his boyfriend and listen tohis friend talk.

Emilewas nervous because of Patton.

Andmaybe ‘nervous’ wasn’t quite the right word.

Thiswas Patton’s house – he was the host. It was, by all rights, hisparty.

Emilewas here because of Remy, and Remy had been invited by Roman. Kai,Corbin, and Sloane were Thomas and Logan’s friends, and Elliotbeing friends with the Spider Prince was the second worst kept secretin town – they were here because of the prince.

Itwas Patton’s house, and nobody had come here for him.

Itwas Patton’s party, and he was sitting on the edge of it, notmingling or speaking to anyone but his boyfriends and Elliot. He’dgreeted everybody, but only when they’d come up to him first.

Sono, ‘nervous’ didn’t seem like quite the right word for the pitin Emile’s stomach.

Itmight be a little closer to ‘guilt.’

Emilehad spent years terrified of Patton – everyone had. Mickey Talbot’sstory back in kindergarten was, in hindsight, clearly exaggerated,but at the time it had been totally petrifying.

Andby the time it had occurred to Emile that he’d never seen Patton somuch as try to speak to another student on purpose, let alonecompel anybody to do anything, Patton- Patton had made friends, goodfriends who clearly loved him and Emile had just… tried to ignorethe fact that he’d been…

Well.He’d been pretty darn terrible, honestly.

Butwas impossible to ignore it now, with Patton – what? Stuck to thesidelines in his own home? It made the shame that had been simmeringfor years threaten to boil over completely.

Thelittle group caught his attention again when the prince, clearlyunder encouragement from the other two, took Patton’s empty pop canand threw it nearly twenty feet into the trashcan with a flick of hiswrist. Patton cheered, and Elliot gave a little fist bump.

Emilestood up.

“Whatchadoin’ Babe?” said Remy, looking up from his seat curiously.

“Somethingstupid, maybe,” said Emile, swooping in and pecking him on themouth, “Be right back, sugar,”

Remygave him quizzical look, but he didn’t press. Emile detoured pastthe cooler and grabbed two cans of pop – orange soda, because hewas pretty sure that’s what the can-projectile had been, and asprite for himself – and made his way over to the three of them.

Theprince noticed him first, narrowing his eyes, but more confused thanwary. Patton followed the line of his gaze and outright startled whenhe saw Emile.

Emilesmiled, as friendly as he could manage, and tried not to give awaythe rampant anxiety in his ribs.

“Itwas a good shot!” he said brightly, and the Spider Prince cocked anamused eyebrow.

Emileturned to Patton and held out the pop, “So I figured I’d, um- youknow. Save you the trip,”

Pattonglanced down at the can, his eyebrows pinched in confusion.

Slowly,almost like he was waiting for Emile to jerk it away, he took it. Hegave Emile a polite, if still baffled smile.

“Thankyou,” he said.

Emileswallowed, braced himself, and jumped.

“CanI sit?”

Patton’spolite and befuddled smile stayed frozen on his face just long enoughfor Emile to start sweating under his collar.

Andthen it widened, solidifying into a genuine grin with the corners ofhis eyes scrunched up, and nodded enthusiastically.

“Yousure can, kiddo!”

Emileown smile brightened in response, because how could it not? Itwas one of the most infectious smiles he’d ever seen.

Hetook the red lawn chair next to them, readjusting his flower crown.

“Itwas a really good shot,” he repeated, “How’d you get such goodaim?”

“Throwingknives,” said the prince bluntly.

Pattonwhacked him gently on the chest and Emile tried not to keel over onthe spot.

“Youcoulda just said practice, sweetie,” said Patton, a littleadmonishing.

Helooked more annoyed than scared, and Elliot was biting the inside oftheir mouth like they were trying not to laugh.

Emilegot the distinct feeling someone was joshing him.

“Myuncle can throw a hatchet,” he said, “He tried to teach me, but,well,”

Hegestured to his whole self.

“Notexactly much of a, uh, fighter, over in this neck of the woods,”

Pattonfrowned.

“That’s…that’s silly,” he said, a little haltingly.

Emilewrinkled his nose.

“Whatdo you mean?”

“Whenyou came to school in that dress the first time?” said Patton, likehe was saying something obvious, “Gosh, Emile, that was- that wasso brave,”

Emileflushed.

“I-I don’t know about that-”

“Itwas!” insisted Patton, “And you always wear such pretty clothesand flower crowns, and you’re so good at make-up! I’d never bebrave enough to wear any of that kinda stuff. Definitely not toschool,”

“Well…it’s been a long time since anyone’s said anything, everybody’spretty used to it, I think,” Emile reasoned, “I could lend yousome? I have some older ones I think, in your size. And I have tonsof makeup,”

Pattonsnorted, bright pink.

“Maybe-maybe the clothes,” said Patton, “If you- if you reallywouldn’t mind, but I don’t think I’d look right in makeup,”

“Whynot?” said the prince suddenly, his eyebrows pinched, “Like lippaint?”

“Yeah,but there’s a lot more now,” said Patton, “And it’s ‘cuzI’m all freckly. I’d need a whole bottle of foundation to coverthem up,”

“Whywould you cover them up?” came the incredulous response.

Pattongave his boyfriend a strange look.

“That’s-that just what make ups for,” he said, “To cover up bad spots,”

Theprince looked genuinely offended.

Theycontinued their back and forth, and Emile glanced over where Remywas, and Emile’s bag hanging on his abandoned chair.

Hestood up suddenly, and held out his hand.

“Comeon,” he said.

Pattonstartled, looking up at Emile’s face and then his hand.

“Come…where?” he said warily.

“I’mgonna do your make-up,” said Emile, “No foundation required,”

Abeat, and then Patton shrugged, laughing a little.

“Okay!”he said.

Emileswept his bag up while trotting past his chair, blew a kiss andanother “be right back” over his shoulder at Remy, and they madetheir way into Patton’s house.

—

“Aaaaandclose,”

Pattonclosed his eyes and barely startled when the soft brush moved overhis eyelids.

“Thisis a sorta forest-y green, with a little bit of gold,” explainedEmile, “Next is the eye liner,”

“Uh…I don’t know about that,”

“OhI’m not gonna put it one your waterline, don’t worry,” saidEmile, stowing the eye shadow palette as Patton opened his eyes. “I’mtrying to make your eyes look extra big and shiny, I’m afraidlining both will mess it up. And you do not wanna go throughthe mess that is removing waterline makeup,”

“…right,”

“Closeagain?”

Pattondid, tap-tap-tapping on the counter of the bathroom sink he wassitting on.

Emilepulled a little bit at the corner of Patton’s eye – it feltweird, and then there was a quite swipe of some kind of creamy penciland Emile let go.

“Othereye?”

Pattonturned his head.

Thiswas… weird.

Pattonwas trying not to feel like it was weird, but… well, it just wasweird. It had been years since he’d been alone with anyonewho wasn’t his parents or Roman and Logan – if he ever had,honestly. Part of him was waiting for Emile to come to his senses andrun away.

Evenmore weird was the fact that Emile had approached him. OfferedPatton clothes and make-up, and make-up lessons, which bytheir very nature implied Emile was willing to be in close proximityto Patton for extended amounts of time, multiple times in the future.

Itwas… just weird.

“Okay,so now,” said Emile, the next time Patton looked up, “I’m justgonna hold this out, and you’re gonna blink, mkay?”

“Isthat… purple mascara?” said Patton incredulously.

“It’lllook black from far away,” explained Emile, “But it’ll pick upall the gold in your eyes,”

“Well…alright,” said Patton dubiously.

Finally,Emile put something on Patton’s lips he didn’t quite recognize –it seemed too liquid to be lipstick, but it stayed on much betterthan he though gloss would. Emile pulled back, smiling.

“Alldone! Take a look,”

Pattonhopped down off the counter and turned.

Hefroze.

Hiseyes looked huge in the mirror, and almost honey colored. The pink onhis cheeks and lips, and the forest green on his eyes made him look…

Well,almost fey. Ethereal, definitely.

Butthe confusing part was that it looked like every one of hisgolden-brown freckles was still on full display.

“Ithought you put cover-up on me?” he said absently.

“Justtinted moisturizer,” said Emile, “I was pretty sure if I coveredup your freckles your spooky immortal boyfriend would be a little bitsalty with me,”

“Youmade me look so pretty,” blurted Patton.

Emilewas quiet for a long moment.

“…You were already pretty, Patton,”

Pattonturned away from the mirror, smiling.

“Thanks,”he said, because it was polite to accept a compliment.

Emiledidn’t seem to buy it.

“Youare pretty! And really nice, and… you seem like a lot offun, and-”

Pattonwas starting to feel a little confused, and then a lotconfused, because he was pretty sure Emile’s eyes were getting alittle shiny.

“I’mreally sorry, Patton,” he said suddenly.

Pattonblinked.

“I-”

Hecocked his head.

“Emile,what- what on earth are you sorry about?”

Emilestared at him.

“Because…”

Pattonwaited, still wondering what Emile could possibly be talking about.

“Becausepeople were so mean to you in elementary school,” said Emile, “AndI never did anything. And then you had Logan, and then Roman, but Istill… I still should have said something, but I didn’tand-”

Hesniffed, dabbing the corner of his barely-leaking eye with hisknuckles.

“You’rereally nice,” said Emile, “And you deserve lots of friends. AndI’m sorry I never tried to be one,”

Thebathroom fell quiet. Patton shuffled a little awkwardly.

“It’sokay,” he said, but Emile was shaking his head already.

“Alright,maybe not… okay, exactly,” said Patton fairly, “I- Iforgive you, though,”

“Idon’t really know if you should, Patton,”

Pattoncracked a smile.

“Well,good think it’s not up to you if I forgive you, huh?”

Emilesnorted.

“So– I do,” said Patton, “And- we can just be friends now.If you want to,”

Emilegrinned, nodding quickly.

“Definitely,”

Pattonbeamed right back, and Emile grabbed him by the sleeve.

“Comeon, sugar, time to knock your boyfriends’ socks off,”

“Oh,that’s- you’re being silly,”

“Iwill bet you money at least one of them is gonna be totallyspeechless,”

“Emile,you goof,” Patton laughed.

Theyexited the back door, Emile scanning the crowd. He spotted one ofthem, and gave a sly smile.

“Lookslike Logan’s first,” he said, “This is gonna be adorable,”

“Whatdo you-”

“Oh,just wait,” said Emile, pulling again on Patton’s sleeve andmaking his way over to the cluster of younger students.

“Hey,Logan,” said Emile, with that note in his voice like he thoughtsomething hilarious was about to happen.

Loganturned, politely attentive.

Pattonsaw the exact moment Logan caught sight of him – he froze, his eyeswidening to near perfect circles, and then turned bright,fresh-carnation red.

Pattongiggled, and so did Thomas beside his brother, who made some kind ofgarbled, incomprehensible noise in response.

Movementcaught Patton’s eye on the ground, and he giggled again – a riotof flowers was crowding around Logan’s ankles. Lavender roses werethe most prominent, as well as regular old lavender and what Pattonwas pretty sure was gardenia.

“Whatdo you think?” said Patton.

Loganhesitated, before walking forward – Patton giggled again whensimilar batches of greenery unfolded in his footsteps, and slowlytook Patton’s hands, like he thought Patton might disappear if hemoved too fast.

“Youlook…”

Along pause, and Patton prompted, “Yes?”

“Iam having trouble finding an adjective that is even remotelyadequate,” said Logan, his voice slightly strangled.

Pattongrinned, and Logan’s expression went from stunned to outright awe.

“Resplendent,”he said suddenly, and Patton’s heart felt too big for his chest ashe gave Logan probably the soppiest expression he was capable of.

“Itis still not… quite sufficient,” said Logan, slowly raising onehand to brush his knuckles against the bend of Patton’s jaw, “Butthe closest I can think of, I-”

Heswallowed, shaking his head and smiling, soft and disbelieving.

“Patton,holy shit,” he said breathlessly, and Patton lost it.

Emilecut through his giggles, with a smug expression.

“Onedown, two to go,”

Logannodded enthusiastically.

“Romanis very poetic,” he said sagely, “He will be able to give you anadequate compliment,”

“Yourcompliment was plenty adequate, sweetheart,” said Patton, takingLogan’s hand as Emile started weaving them through the crowd.

Romanwas with Remy, and he didn’t look up at first. Emile broke into theconversation, giving Remy a quick kiss, and then said somethingPatton didn’t quite hear.

Romandid turn then, and the smile that burst across his face could haveshamed the sun.

“Oh,Patton,” he said, a little breathless. He covered the spacebetween them in a single breath and swooped Patton into his arms,spinning him, and Patton shrieked in delight.

“Oh,look at you, Goldilocks, my god,” he said, “Spun from beams ofsummer sunlight. Cast from gold and brought to life like Galatea, Iswear it-”

“Roman,”exclaimed Patton, covering his face.

“No,no, don’t hide from me, beautiful. Let me see your sweet smile,look at you, you’re an absolute knock-out-”

“Oh,you- you-!” Patton stumbled and then cut himself off, gigglinghelplessly.

“Oh,where’s Tall, Dark, and Spooky,” said Roman, “I have to see hisface,”

Romanstarted moving towards where Patton had been sitting with Virgil, andhe seemed to have no intention of putting Patton down. Patton loopedhis arms around Roman’s neck, making himself comfortable and stillhalf giggling. Logan followed, but Emile hung back, waving as thethree of them walked away. Patton gave him a quick wave back and agrateful smile.

Asthey approached, Thomas was just pulling Elliot away with a sly lookon his face. Virgil was giving Thomas a wary look, and Elliot lookeda bit confused, but whatever Thomas was saying seemed to convincethem, and then Elliot and Thomas were walking away.

Ittook only a moment longer for Virgil to notice them, and Roman satdown with little ceremony.

Virgilsmiled at the three of them, and then he saw Patton, and his smiledropped entirely.

Hestared, looking totally stunned for… a little longer than Pattonwas strictly comfortable with, and Patton started to squirm a littleawkwardly.

“I-”Virgil started, and Patton wasn’t quite sure if it was meant to bean actual word or just a punched-out noise Virgil made.

“Beloved,”he said suddenly, his voice reverent, and Patton barely had time toregister the starstruck burst of joy in his chest before Virgilsurged forward and caught Patton’s mouth in a kiss.

Andkiss was underselling it, because Virgil had pretty muchinstantly tangled his hand in Patton’s curls and sucked Patton’sbottom lip between his – Virgil’s other arm had wrapped almostentirely around Patton’s waist, so Virgil was practically joiningPatton in Roman’s lap.

Andspeaking of, Patton could feel Roman’s breath, warm and just alittle unsteady on his temple, and Logan’s hand hesitant onPatton’s back and feeling like brand even through his shirt. Virgilgave a slow graze of teeth to Patton’s lip and hoo, this wasgetting very out of hand very fast.

Hepushed gently on Virgil’s shoulder, and Virgil pulled back –barely, but he did – just as breathless as Patton felt and his lipssmeared faintly pink from Patton’s.

“Weare, um,” Patton said, a little nervous but mostly fond, “Sort of– very out in the open, sweetie,”

Virgilhad a sort of dazed, confused look on his face, and it looked like ittook him a minute to parse the sentence. Then he turned bright,searing scarlet, sending a quick, horrified look at the clusteredhigh schoolers, all of whom were very much not-looking at them in atotally unsubtle way.

Pattonsnickered, and Virgil groaned, hiding his face in Patton’sshoulder.

“Wayto make a guy feel good about himself, though,”

“Youare hazardously beautiful,” muttered Virgil.

“Iconcur,”

“Completelyunfair,”

Pattonwas smiling so wide the apples of his cheeks ached. He pressed a kissto Virgil’s cheek, and giggled at the pink he left behind.

Hewas definitely taking Emile up on the makeup lessons.

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