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SUNSHINE - Q. HUGHES

paring: Quinn hughes x reader

word count: 1.8k

requested? yes - quinn dating an absolute ball of sunshine and just such a sweetheart and him being so grumpy but melting for her, his family falling in love with her when they meet her and seeing how much she loves quinn but how much wuinn needs her too

warnings: use of y/n.

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In the bustling city of Vancouver, amidst the frenetic energy of professional hockey, lived Quinn Hughes, a young defenseman for the Vancouver Canucks. Known for his exceptional skill on the ice, Quinn was equally notorious for his serious demeanor off the rink. Yet, in the midst of his stoic world, there came a burst of sunshine named Y/N.

Y/N was a ball of positivity that seemed to radiate light wherever she went. Her infectious laughter and perpetual smile were like a beacon in Quinn's sometimes dimly lit world. They met by chance at a charity event organized by the Canucks, where Y/N's volunteer work caught Quinn's attention.

At first, Quinn was skeptical. He was used to the rough and tumble world of hockey, where toughness and resilience were prized above all else. Y/N, on the other hand, seemed like a delicate flower, too fragile for the harsh realities of his life. But as they spent more time together, Quinn discovered layers to Y/N that he never expected.

Y/N was not just sunshine and smiles; she had a strength of character and an unwavering spirit that Quinn found both intriguing and deeply comforting. She saw past his gruff exterior, understanding the pressures he faced as a professional athlete, and yet never once treated him like anything less than a human being.

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The charity event buzzed with excitement as Quinn Hughes, clad in his sharp suit, navigated through the crowd with practiced ease. He exchanged obligatory pleasantries with fellow teammates and sponsors, his expression stoic and his demeanor guarded. Amidst the sea of faces, one stood out—a figure wrapped in an aura of warmth and kindness, her smile a beacon in the dimly lit room.

Y/N was busy at a booth, arranging pamphlets and chatting animatedly with volunteers. Quinn observed her from afar, intrigued by the genuine enthusiasm she exuded. She seemed out of place amidst the glitz and glamour of the event, like a wildflower blooming in a field of roses.

Quinn's curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself making his way toward her booth, his steps deliberate and measured. Y/N looked up as he approached, her eyes sparkling with warmth as she greeted him with a bright smile.

"Hi there! Can I interest you in learning more about our cause?" Y/N's voice was like a melody, soft yet confident, drawing Quinn in despite his initial reservations.

Quinn hesitated for a moment, unused to such genuine warmth from strangers. "What cause?" he asked, his tone gruff but tinged with curiosity.

Y/N's smile widened, undeterred by his demeanor. "We're raising funds for underprivileged children in the community, providing them with educational resources and opportunities they wouldn't otherwise have. It's a cause close to my heart," she explained, her eyes alight with passion.

Quinn studied her for a moment, his gaze searching for any hint of insincerity. But all he found was honesty and sincerity, a stark contrast to the superficiality of the world he was accustomed to. Despite himself, he felt a flicker of something—a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Tell me more," Quinn finally conceded, surprising even himself with his genuine interest.

And so, Y/N launched into an impassioned spiel about the charity's mission, her words painting a vivid picture of hope and possibility. As Quinn listened, he found himself captivated by her spirit, her unwavering belief in the power of kindness and compassion.

By the time Y/N had finished speaking, Quinn was thoroughly intrigued. He found himself drawn to her light, her optimism a stark contrast to his own cynicism. And as he looked into her eyes, he saw something he hadn't expected—a reflection of his own humanity, mirrored back to him in all its rawness and vulnerability.

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Their relationship blossomed slowly, like a delicate flower unfurling its petals in the warmth of the sun. Quinn found himself opening up to Y/N in ways he never had with anyone else, sharing his fears and insecurities, as well as his hopes and dreams. And Y/N, in turn, showered him with love and affection, her unwavering support a balm to his weary soul.

Quinn sat in his dimly lit apartment, his hockey gear strewn across the floor like discarded remnants of a battle won or lost. He stared blankly at the wall, the weight of the day's game still heavy on his shoulders. It was a tough loss, one that left him questioning his abilities and his worth as a player.

Y/N sat beside him, her presence a comforting warmth in the otherwise cold room. She reached out and gently took his hand in hers, her touch soft and reassuring.

"It's okay, Quinn," she murmured, her voice a soothing melody in the silence. "You gave it your all out there. That's all anyone can ask for."

Quinn sighed, leaning into her touch ever so slightly. "I know, but sometimes it feels like it's not enough," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N squeezed his hand gently, her eyes full of understanding. "You're more than just a hockey player, Quinn. You're a person with hopes and dreams and fears, just like everyone else. And no matter what happens on the ice, I'll always be here for you."

Quinn looked at her then, really looked at her, and for the first time, he saw past the facade of sunshine and smiles to the strength and resilience that lay beneath. He saw in her eyes a reflection of his own struggles, his own fears, and he felt a connection—a bond—that went beyond the surface.

"I appreciate you saying that," Quinn murmured, his voice raw with emotion. "Sometimes it's hard to remember that there's more to life than just hockey."

Y/N nodded, her gaze unwavering as she met his eyes. "It's okay to feel that way, Quinn. But you're not defined by what happens on the ice. You're so much more than that."

In that moment, Quinn felt a weight lifted off his shoulders, a burden shared and halved. He realized that he didn't have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders alone, that it was okay to lean on someone else for support.

Leaning in closer, Quinn found himself drawn to Y/N in a way he hadn't anticipated. He could feel the warmth of her presence enveloping him like a blanket, comforting and reassuring. And as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, he felt a sense of peace wash over him, a feeling of home that he had never experienced before.

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​​But it wasn't just Quinn who fell for Y/N's charms. His family, initially skeptical of anyone who dared to enter their son's guarded heart, quickly warmed to her. They saw how she brought out the best in Quinn, softening his rough edges and encouraging him to embrace life with a newfound enthusiasm.

Quinn's parents, Jim and Ellen, welcomed Y/N into their home with open arms, treating her like one of their own from the moment they met her. His siblings, Jack and Luke, adored her playful nature and boundless energy, finding in her a kindred spirit who shared their love for life and all its joys. 

The first time Y/N met Quinn's family was a nerve-wracking experience. She stood outside their doorstep, her heart pounding in her chest as she nervously smoothed down her dress. Quinn had assured her that his family would love her, but that didn't stop the butterflies in her stomach from fluttering anxiously.

As Quinn opened the door, Y/N was greeted by the warm smiles of his parents, Jim and Ellen. They enveloped her in a tight embrace, welcoming her into their home with open arms. From the moment they met, Y/N could see where Quinn got his kindness and warmth from; Jim's easygoing nature and Ellen's gentle demeanor instantly put her at ease.

"Welcome, Y/N! It's so wonderful to finally meet you," Ellen exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with genuine warmth.

Y/N smiled nervously, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Thank you for having me," she replied, her voice tinged with gratitude.

Quinn's siblings, Jack and Luke, bounded down the stairs, their excitement palpable as they caught sight of Y/N. They wasted no time in bombarding her with questions, eager to get to know the girl who had captured their brother's heart.

"Hi, I'm Jack!" one of them exclaimed, thrusting out his hand for Y/N to shake.

"And I'm Luke!" the other chimed in, grinning from ear to ear.

Y/N laughed, charmed by their infectious energy. "It's nice to meet you both," she said, shaking their hands warmly.

The evening was filled with warmth and laughter as Quinn's family gathered around the dinner table, enjoying each other's company. Y/N sat among them, her smile radiant as she shared stories and jokes, seamlessly fitting into the dynamic of the Hughes household.

Jim and Ellen exchanged a knowing glance as they observed their son and his girlfriend. They had watched Quinn grow from a young boy with dreams of playing in the NHL to the accomplished athlete he was today. But what they hadn't anticipated was the transformative effect Y/N would have on him.

"She's really something special, isn't she?" Ellen whispered to Jim, her eyes twinkling with affection as she glanced at Y/N.

Jim nodded in agreement, a proud smile gracing his lips. "She certainly is. I've never seen Quinn light up the way he does when she's around."

Across the table, Jack and Luke were engaged in a lively conversation with Y/N, their laughter filling the room. They had taken to her immediately, drawn to her playful nature and genuine warmth.

"You're the best, Y/N!" Jack exclaimed, his eyes shining with admiration.

Luke nodded enthusiastically, echoing his brother's sentiment. "Yeah, we love having you around!"

Y/N laughed, feeling a swell of affection for Quinn's siblings. "I love being here with all of you," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity.

As the evening wore on, Quinn's family couldn't help but marvel at the bond he shared with Y/N. They saw how she brought out the best in him, softening his rough edges and encouraging him to embrace life with a newfound enthusiasm.

But more than that, they saw how much Quinn needed her. They saw the way his eyes lit up whenever she entered the room, the way he leaned on her for support in times of doubt and uncertainty. They saw the depth of their love for each other, a love that transcended words and barriers.

And in that moment, as they sat together as a family, surrounded by love and laughter, Jim and Ellen knew that Y/N was more than just Quinn's girlfriend. She was his rock, his anchor in a sea of uncertainty, his guiding light in the darkness.

And as they looked at their son, his hand intertwined with Y/N's, they knew that he was truly blessed to have her by his side

[dragon-kazansky]

Bridgerton shade of blue

Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader

Benedict bumps into you, quite literally, at a ball while trying to escape his mother's attempts to find him a partner. You decide to humour him with a dance, not realising just how entwined you would become with him. It seems the universe will find every excuse to push you and Benedict together, no matter how much you fight it.

{Masterlist}

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Season one

Chapter Sixteen - Entanglement

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When you wake up in the morning, you spend a good few moments simply smiling up at your ceiling. The memories of last night come rushing back to you.

You feel giddy.

When the concert had finally ended, Lord Hardy escorted you out to your carriage. He plucked a rose from a nearby potted rose bush and gave it to you. He also had not let you depart without placing a kiss upon your gloved hand.

Your mother had been ecstatic on the way home.

The end of the season was drawing in. It seemed you had managed to secure a match after all. Perhaps you would write to him once he returned to the country.

Your mother and yourself would be staying in London.

Your maid came to wake you, and before you knew it, you were up and ready to face the day. You met your mother for breakfast. All she did was gush about the concert and how proud of you she was.

You couldn't stop smiling.

As you tuck into your breakfast, the butler comes in and declares you have received a gift. You glance at your mother and then back at him as a maid comes in carrying a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

"From Lord Hardy, ma'am."

You grin and look at your mother as she squeals with glee.

Things are looking up for you.

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"Then where did you meet her?" Elosie asks her brother as she follows him through the house.

She was, of course, referring to Genevieve.

"About town," he responds.

"At her shop?"

"Should you not be off somewhere, getting ready to attend your very first ball?" Benedict asks her, hoping to cease her questioning.

Eloise groans.

Hyacinth looks up at Anthony and asks if she may join in on the fun this summer at Aubrey Hall. She is asking about their usual game of Pall Mall.

Anthony snaps out of his thoughts and agrees that she may, as long as she does not touch his lucky mallet.

Eloise sits down with Benedict, continuing to question him.

She had thought her brother had been interested in you, but it seemed she was wrong. Which made his friendship with the tailor even more intriguing to her.

"What other places might Madame Delacroix frequent besides her shop?"

There was also the thought that Eloise suspected the tailor to be Lady Whistledown.

"Many places, Eloise, for her many interests." Benedict responds, sketching in his book. He had still been working on his art since he last saw you.

"You mean her many secrets. You should be careful, Benedict. Madame Delacroix may not be who you think she is," Eloise says. "And consorting with her, well, there may be consequences."

Benedict shushes her quietly, hoping the others didn't hear that.

"I would have expected this from anyone but you," he says. "You think just because Madame Delacroix has a paid occupation, or because she does not reside with the bounds of Grosvenor Square, she's different. Is that it? That she is somehow less deserving of my attention because she is not whom polite society deems appropriate?"

"That is not what I'm saying at all." Eloise clarifies.

"Then what are you saying?"

Eloise sighs and looks at her brother. "You are right. I should prepare for our sister's ball."

"Perhaps you should."

Eloise stands to leave but is stopped by the entrance of Violet entering the room.

"Aunt Winnie jas sent word. Francesca will be arriving home tomorrow," Violet smiles.

"How exciting!" Hyacinth beams.

"Perhaps she can tell us of time spent far from London," Colin comments.

"Fran has missed so much," Gregory points out.

"Mm. Indeed." Violet nods. "It certainly has been an eventful season, what with Daphne and the duke, and then Anthony and..."

Anthony lifts his head.

"Yes, well, never mind." Violet stops herself from going further. She leaves the room.

Benedict sighs as he sketches in his book.

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Eloise knocks on the door of the modiste urgently. Madame Delacroix opens the door, dressed in her robe. Her shop wasn't even open today.

"Miss Eloise, you should come back another day when the shop is open."

"I had hoped you would make an exception for me," Eloise chuckles. "I need a dress for my sister's ball."

"You already have a dress for your sister's ball."

"I need another one. A young lady can never have too many dresses." Eloise forces out another chuckle.

She is let in.

"Oh! Perhaps this one." Eloise goes over to a bright yellow gown. "It would make me look quite in fashion in the eyes of the Featheringtons, I rather think. Unfortunate young ladies. They are still quite stung from Lady Whistledown's recent exposé."

Benedict lurks on the stairs, listening to his sister talk. Did she know he had come here?

"I wish the author would write something flattering about them!" Eloise continues.

"Perhaps she will."

"What makes you say that?" Eloise asks.

"Because she knows what is good for her business, and angering loyal customers is not good."

"No... No, it is not." Eloise agrees. "Whether those loyal customers be Featheringtons or Bridgertons, even... Lady Whistledown might wish to examine what she writes about both."

"Indeed."

"I have heard people say that men, such as my brother, if you will, can withstand rumour and gossip, but... I am not always so sure."

"I know why you are here, Miss Eloise. You are very smart, and you care very much about the people in your life, as you should. But you must know I have no intention of compromising anyone."

"That is good." Eloise says. "Because the queen is enraged. So whoever Whistledown is should be careful. I would hate her to be silenced before she has a chance to change her ways and make things right."

"I believe Whistledown is smart enough to take care of herself," Genevieve states.

"Yes. She certainly is." Eloise smiles. "Charming chatting with you, Madame Delacroix."

Eloise leaves.

"Lock the door." Benedict says, looking at her once his sister has left the shop.

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Lord Hardy had come to visit you. You hadn't stopped smiling the entire time he was at the house. Conversation was engaging and thrilling. You were eager to know more about him, and he about you.

Your mother watched you both talk feeling like everything was coming together.

When Lord Hardy requested you join him, your mother had no qualms against him taking you out for the afternoon. You chuckled as you prepared to go out with him.

A boxing match.

You are reminded of the one Anthony brought you to. The thrilling fight you saw. Not exactly a place for a lady, but you were not about to argue.

"Is this alright?" Hardy asks you.

"Yes. I must confess I find it quite thrilling. Though mother may lose her mind if she finds out."

"As far as your mother knows, we are promanading through the park."

You chuckle as you take your seat next to him, keeping your arm hooked around his. You were looking forward to this.

"It is considered a gentleman's sport, but why remain proper when we can have a little fun?" Hardy grins.

You chuckle.

"Lord Hardy, I think I rather like the way you think."

"Thinking is a dangerous activity, but one I am quite happy to encourage. You must also call me Thomas. I insist."

You smile. "Very well, Thomas."

The Bridgerton brothers enter the arena hall. You spot them immediately. They enter in reverse order. Colin, Benedict, Anthony. Each with a top hat upon their heads.

They don't seem to notice you. You're sat quite far up. Your eyes follow Benedict for a moment. He looks well.

Distance seems to have come between you recently. You've seen him a lot less, and he always seems rather busy.

With the end of the season around the corner, you don't expect you'll be seeing much of him at all. Violet had mentioned Aubrey Hall, their family estate. She had said you were welcome to visit them up there.

You hadn't decided if you wanted to go. Perhaps not. Not if Thomas was going to have all your attentions.

Who knows, maybe you'll be a married woman next time you saw them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, take your seats. The match is about to begin!"

Thomas smiles at you as you smile back.

The fight starts. You and Thomas cheer along with the crowd as you watch bother fighters. Will the man you want to win. Thomas had placed a bet on him. You had told him that you had seen Will fight before.

Will gets a hit in and you cheer.

Thomas chuckles.

Across the ring, Benedict has spotted you. He sees you sitting there with that man on your arm. He turns his eyes quickly back to the fight.

Why should he care that you're here?

Why should he care who you came with?

You cheer again as Will gets another hit in. And another. And another.

But then it switches up.

The Beast hits back. Again and again and again.

You find yourself standing from your seat. Thomas doing the same beside you. You call for Will to hit him back.

He falls to the floor.

The bell rings.

You cling to Thomas's arm as you watch half the room explode into cheer. You watch Mondrich lay there. It was like he chose to stop fighting. You wondered why.

"Come on, get up!"

He did not. He just accepted defeat.

After the fight, you took Hardy's arm, and he guided you down to the entrance. When you reached the doors, you bumped into the Bridgerton brothers, well, two of them. It was Colin who saw you first and spoke your name with a smile.

Benedict turned to look at you. Colin tipped his hat to your companion. "Lord Hardy."

"Mr. Bridgerton." Thomas nodded back.

"Lord Hardy," Benedict greeted, though he seemed less enthusiastic about it. He then turned to you.

"Shame about Mondrich," you say.

"Yes, quite. Unexpected." Colin comments.

"Is he alright, do you know?" You ask.

"I believe so."

"Shall we go?" Thomas asks you. You look at him and nod. You bid farewell to the brothers and walk away with Hardy.

Benedict follows you with his eyes.

Colin nudges his brother, and Benedict turns his eyes away. He gives Colin a smile and walks on.

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"I am confident I could last a few rounds in a boxing ring."

Daphne had invited you to the Bridgerton house where her family was gathering. Her sister Francesca had returned from Bath, and they were all getting together. The duchess extended the invitation to you, which was nice.

You hadn't seen much of them the last couple of weeks. You accepted.

You chuckled at Anthont words about boxing. He seemed fit enough but did not quite strike you as a boxer. You supposed it was because you can only see him as the Viscount.

"Well, that is certainly a match I would like to see." Benedict responds.

He had been rather quiet with you since you arrived at the house.

You look up and see Daphne and Simon jad arrived. You smile at them both and get up to greet Daphne. She takes your hand with a smile.

"It's good to see you," you say.

"Yes. We haven't had the chance to talk much," she replies.

Francesca then comes over to greet Daphne and her husband. Then Hyacinth, too. You chuckle at the excitement in the room.

Hyacinth steals Simon away for a bit.

"Show me what you have been learning, sister." Daphne requests, wanting Fran to play the piano for her. You join the two ladies at the piano.

Eloise is eating chocolate alone on the sofa. Well, she's alone until Benedict sits down with her.

"I do not share food." Eloise scolds him.

"You are not to do what you did the other morning ever again," he scolds her back. "Do you understand, Eloise?" He asks her.

"You mean visiting my new acquaintance?" She grins.

"She is not your acquaintance."

"I was wrong about her. She is wonderful. You have nothing to worry about."

"I was worried about anything."

"Not worried about what?" Anthony asked, coming over and sitting on Eloise's otherwise. He held his hand to Eloise. She stared at it and then gave him a chocolate.

"Uh, I... I have a friendship with Genevieve Delacroix," Benedict confesses. "The... modiste."

Anthony stares at his brother.

Silence hangs over Eloise's head.

Then Anthony answers. "Good for you, brother. You deserve contentment. We all do."

Benedict and Eloise both look at Anthony with surprise and confusion.

"If the lady contributes to that, then I'm happy for you." Anthony leaves.

"Whatever is in those candies?" Benedict asks. He takes one for himself and stands to join the rest of the family.

"Your pianoforte is quite impressive," Daphne comments. Francesca smiles at her. You agree with Daphne.

"Join me, brother," Fran requests, looking at her third eldest brother.

"Yes, Colin, why not a song?" Violet smiles.

"If I must," he agrees, coming to the piano.

Francesca plays the piano as Colin sings. It's an upbeat song. Gregory and Hyacinth spin and dance while Anthony claps. You laugh softly as you watch.

The song comes to an end, and you applaud Colin for his wonderful singing.

Hyacinth returns to the duke's side to question him about his horses. Violet scolds her lightly, but Simon answers all her questions.

You smile at the sight.

Benedict is slouching in a chair nearby, and you go over to him.

"Hello."

He looks up. "Hello."

You look at him sheepishly for a moment before speaking again. "Are you well?"

"Quite well."

You sigh softly as you look down at your hands. "I've missed you."

Benedict looks at you with gentle surprise. "You have?"

You nod. "Mmhm."

He sits up a little straighter. "You appear to have been busy." He comments.

"Yes." You know to who he refers to.

"Does he make you happy?" He asks.

You nod.

Benedict lets that sit for a fresh short seconds and then inhales softly as he reaches over and settles a hand over yours. "Then I am pleased for you."

You smile at him.

"Thank you."

He removes his hand and sits back in his chair again. You at least feel like some of the air between you has cleared. Yet, he still seems a little guarded.

You say no more and enjoy the rest of the afternoon.

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[jeeaark]

in a timeline where the illithid invasion never happen, a world where the absolute never existed, what would greygold's life be like? or maybe even lae'zel's? a world where they stumble upon each other without all the destruction around them.

The funny thing is.

Without squids trying to ruin their life, Greygold would have never discovered the power of friendship

Worse even, they'd still be a dispassionate lone ranger with questionable bird ethics surviving the wilderness and living off raw eggs like a weirdo.

Meanwhile, Lae'zel is still a Vlaakith devotee and if they stumble upon each other without a plot to drive them to work together and get to know each other... Bad things would happen! Someone would probably die. Most likely Greygold. But! Lets say. A plot did happen.

Buckle up buckaroos. This train thought went off the rails enough that I had to draw pics. Faster than writing out a 13k+ fic (for me anyway).

Let's say Greygold got the 'steal the githyanki egg ' job from Esther. Let's say they succeeded in sneaking in and out without too much of a fuss (mostly involving cat familiar distractions). And something Unfortunate happens before Greygold could complete the quest, leaving Greygold with an egg that eventually hatches:

And the githyanki child is not your average run-of-the-mill space lad either (Who loves eating raw eggs now too. It's fine. Builds character. Probably) But uh yeah, that whoosh accidentally cosmos-signaled all the githyankis and Vlaakith to which she reacts with a 'Wtf? Did anybody just get Prince of the Comet vibes from that? With a "I love egg" aftertaste? No? Just me? Hrm.... I do currently have a lot of free time on my hands....Fetch me that child. I want to study him like a bug. I'm suddenly feeling... Creatively ambitious with a side case of nefarious today. Might bury an old big secret if that kid is replacement-viable.' Thus search patrols investigate-

And never return.

After the first surprise patrol disaster, Greygold has been putting their danger ranger skills to good use via setting up counter-ambushes for all the constant surprise attacks. Classic "who is hunting who?" ordeal.

Nonetheless, there is more of them than there is of Greygold, so they resort to hiding in the Underdark after realizing the githyankis don't have dark vision and it's more environmentally dangerous than the surface. It is also a fun learning experience for the kid. Search patrols continue to never return. Until-

Lae'zel can't help but notice her mission orders do not add up and her rationality has a mighty need to make sense of it before solving problems with immediate hostility. Meanwhile this has been Greygold's first super tiny dose of kindness involving people interactions in years. Instant crush. Chase Shenanigans Ensue. Until child makes their first hunting trap. Instead of catching food, Lae'zel is captured. It also turns out the over-the-top trap involves sinking sand and a nest of Ankhegs (giant burrowing man-eating bugs). Greygold tries to help Lae'zel. For Reasons.

Something akin to mutual respect is formed. Stuck working together. Get to know each other. Discuss contradictions with mission. Verdigris worms his way into Lae'zel's heart (as much as she loathes his name). Escape the Ankheg nest which had terribly escalated because a giant fire ant invasion decided to overrun the ankheg nest at the same time.

Everyone is covered in bug guts after this.

Something something bond over experience enough to trust and listen to each other's opinions. Short Rest. Negotiate. Discuss plans to investigate Da Truth together. Shenanigans Ensue. Then Bad Shenanigans Ensue. Argument Ensues, resulting in Lae'zel Splitting Off. Verdigris disagrees with this approach and chases Lae'zel in order to bring back. Unanticipated Ambush happens at most inopportune moment. Greygold is Captured.

But they escape. Not before confronting Vlaakith's projection and discovering her plans and secrets thanks to one extremely curious Verdigrisgold (Verdi for short omg so long) with ridiculous super psionic powers.

And then they coincidentally interwovenly meet/save/recruit their bg3 companions anyway because there are no mindflayer abduction to stall certain ill-fated situations from happening to certain Companions-to-be and I need for them to be OKAY. So. Greygold discovers the power of friendship again. But is also now co-parenting a fate-of-the-githyanki-freedom child with Ex-Vlaakith-devotee Lae'zel. How's that for an AU timeline?

[sunnytheopossum]

It’s finally finished! And you know what, I’m not too upset about the way it turned out! I was honestly so worried about how it was looking the entire time, and I definitely don’t think it’s perfect, but considering my current abilities as an artist, I like it!

Now that this is done though, I’m going to take the opportunity to share some of my totheark headcanons (also real quick, I use they/he pronouns for Seth jsyk) >:3

•Seth is the founding member of totheark. He started following Alex not long after he tried to kill Seth and had his whole “everyone is gone” speech, and then later created totheark after seeing Jay’s uploads in an attempt to expose Alex for what he had done to everyone.

•When Alex attacked Seth, they became paralyzed from the neck down and disappeared for months (leading Alex to believe that he had killed them, which he did not). Seth recovered eventually, but now requires a cane to walk as his lower legs never regained full functionality.

•Seth grew up catholic, and still considers himself Christian. This is the main reason behind all the biblical metaphors in totheark, but also because Brian thought it made them sound more intimidating, which is… not actually what Seth was originally going for (he sorta saw totheark as a savior symbol in contrast to The Operator and Alex), but they decided to roll with it.

•Seth was totheark’s editor, cameraman, and the one who’s best at info gathering, Brian was the strategist and the one coming up with the majority of the puzzles, and Tim was the feral attack dog they had to leash up outside to stop him from attacking people wearing glasses and stripped hoodies on the streets.

•Including the main three, there is actually a fourth totheark member: Seth’s dog, Bones (who acts as emotional support).

•Neither of the other totheark members know what happened to Seth; he just disappeared one day at some point during season 3 of MH.

•Many totheark videos (especially near the end) were not actually intended for Jay, but for the other totheark members, who were not in contact much otherwise. They came up with cyphers to decode each other’s puzzles while out in the field and pass information back and forth in a way that might also waste some of Alex’s time.

•The secondary purpose of totheark outside of exposing Alex and helping Jay was to research The Operator; find out how it worked, how it affected others, and most importantly, how to kill it.

•Creating things involving The Operator in ANY way (drawing, creating videos, writing, spray painting or carving into walls, or even just taking notes on the dang thing) is a symptom of The Operator sickness. It’s completely compulsive and cannot be stopped, but the person in question usually doesn’t realize that. Totheark’s videos were a direct product of this, and it kept all three of them in the clutches of The Operator even if they weren’t directly around it as much as Jay or Alex, at least in the beginning.

•Early on, when they had days off, the three used to hang out in Seth’s apartment and binge the entirety of One Piece together to destress. They never finished it.

[fudgelling-away]

I am posting a WIP to share how happy I am that I've made that reference pic for Sans. It was a pain but it was worth it. It really is useful. I hope it will help me keep his appearance consistent for at least some time.

As you can see, drawing his belly was not enough to satisfy my simping needs, no... I had to lift his shirt up... heheh. I just cannot control myself.

Other than becoming more unhinged in my obsession, it feels like I started to make some progress in art. Learning how to draw properly is very hard for me because I am mentally exhausted after my office work. It's a very fast-paced, difficult job. After hours of problem solving I am left with no strength and no desire to learn anything new. All I want is to... do nothing and just rest, really, but I force myself to keep being creative. I cannot force myself to properly study drawing, though. That would be too much and I have no space for another mental load to bear.

That being said, I still feel like I am making some progress. And I am happy, and that's what matters. Right now I am working on a reference sheet for expressions, as well as drawing his skull from different perspectives. That's a lot of fun and it's not nearly as frustrating as I thought it would be.

Also, I am trying to become active on AO3. I've recently realised that I talk about my favourite fics all the time but I am yet to leave a single comment. That is shameful and that's going to change. I will do better.

Other than that, I am focusing on finishing some of my ficlets, but English has become weirdly difficult for me these days. Not just English, actually. I don't know why. Everything I say feels wrong. The sentences I build feel... off. I have no idea what's up with that. It's possible that it's the lack of a proper sleeping schedule. I hope it will pass eventually. It's horribly frustrating.

I hope you all are doing well! I have seen tons of your pictures that I plan to reblog and comment on (about 50 are waiting in my drafts). I have fics waiting in a queue to be read. There is so much art everywhere... Thank you, Sans simp community, for being so awesome.

[bakuhatsufallinlove]

Have you seen the latest MHA S7 OP ? The visual are so pretty, bkg has such a soft look! These days hori is drawing Katsuki with such smiling expressions so i wonder if bkg is going to have a change in personality like not being angry 24/7 etc what do you think ? His relation with izuku is definitely going to change but will deku accept this new soft side of kacchan?

Listen, my friend, and hear the gospel: Katsuki has always been soft.

Katsuki is known for bolstering his tough guy, shit-talking side, yes, absolutely. But his tough side and his soft side do not contradict each other, they complement each other. He is not suddenly not the guy who explosively roars or tells people off just because he's more comfortable showing himself to be thoughtful, reliable, considerate, compassionate, loyal, and selfless. He is still ferocious, ambitious, self-confident, and smug--a sore winner if there ever was one.

Hell, you see this on clear display in his fight against AFO. He's mocking that guy. Just utterly shitting on him. And it's fantastic.

Katsuki hasn't been "angry 24/7" since before Deku vs. Kacchan 2. I could quibble about how we're reading his character even earlier, but this point inarguably marks a change for him. We're now on chapter 421; the series is not over, but just those 301 chapters since DvK2 represent over 70% of its length. Even cutting the 40some chapters he was down for the count still allots us at least 60% of the story featuring some softer, more introspective, less combative flavor of Kacchan than what we began with.

I'm not trying to criticize you, anon -- but I do want to point these things out, because I think people underestimate and misread this kid sometimes. Don't buy into his bluster wholesale!

We're seeing Katsuki at his most comfortable, right now. We're seeing his truest self. He is allowing people to see the softness he has always had inside him, and I love it.

But Katsuki has always been and will always be feisty, snarky, and a little contrarian. He's always gonna roast the people he cares about for being thick-headed or careless or making his life hard. And then he's gonna be there for them anyway, which is what he's done for Izuku all this time.

As for how Izuku is gonna receive him, I have no doubt whatsoever that Izuku will beam at him with joy, satisfaction, and the occasional awe. He has accepted Katsuki as he is ever since DvK2, happy to be by his side to watch him better himself and then chase after him. They have been getting more and more comfortable with each other, working together, planning together, talking casually together.

I don't think their relationship is going to change much, other than the ways they are going to let each other in more. And gosh, what a joy that would be to see, huh?

It's all gravy from here on out, man.

Also the opening fucking rocked, and I absolutely yelled when I saw explody boy doing his fourth-wall-breaking gentle gaze at the camera. Izuku is very lucky to be the one those eyes land on more often than not, and he's superfan enough to be grateful even if he's not particularly self-aware!!!

[ducktracy]

Does it ever feel pressuring (no pun intended) to work on a show with such a legacy and history as SpongeBob?

VERY much so, but in a good way, if such a thing exists! one of our mantras on our little storyboard plussing team is “pressure makes diamonds” and it is a very applicable saying

when i first started, i was TEEEEERRRIFIED! i really felt like i had no idea what i was doing, and there have been so many times where i’ve turned in a section and genuinely thought “oh my god they’re gonna fire me for this it’s so bad.” working in animation is frazzling enough! but not only are we working on a cultural mecca, with not only the kids of today to entertain, impress and inspire, but to maintain the integrity of the series and entertain/impress/inspire the kids like us who grew up with the show, we are also working with literal animation legends and animation veterans!! it’s pretty surreal to be working on the same show as someone like Bob Camp, who’s been in the industry for 40+ years… and even more surreal when he says he’s a big fan of your work 😵‍💫‼️‼️‼️‼️

THANKFULLY, i’ve made a lot of strides in curbing some of my storyboarding stage fright. it used to be really bad when i started, like genuinely panic attack inducing! the constant patience and guidance and encouragement of my peers and consistent practice from these past three years have really allowed me to grow and blossom. now, when i feel a bit claustrophobic in remembering the pure scale of what we’re doing, i weaponize it for good!!

i think of how inspired and amazed and obsessed with SpongeBob i was as a kid. how it inspired me to draw, how i remember drawing along to episodes and commercial breaks. my brother and his wife are both elementary school teachers and routinely update me about how their kids are still crazy for SB (and they both brag about me to their kids heheh). i think of all the kids watching, all the kids realizing that getting to draw these characters and interact with them and live in their world is something you indeed can do, all the kids who religiously catch each new episode like i once did… it just fills me with so much confidence and hope and love, and that motivates me to deliver and do my best and try to do what i can to help make each episode be better and more fun than the last

SpongeBob is for everyone, obviously! that’s one of the great things i love about working on it: i get just as much enjoyment watching our finished episodes as our target audience. but i do bring up the kids particularly often because, at the end of the day, that is who we are doing it for and i also just can’t help but think back to how my SpongeBob obsessed self as a kid would have had her world rocked to know i’m doing what i’m doing. i want to give those kids, who i used to be and still essentially am, the same joy and spark and all consuming inspiration i felt and still do

there are definitely some days where the gravity of what we’re doing hits harder than others! some days are a lot more difficult than others. this is an absolute dream job, i’m not just saying that, i always fantasized about maybe one day being able to work my way up to working on SpongeBob and now it’s my first animation job—but it is very easy to get overwhelmed by just how big of a legacy we’re carrying on our shoulders! how many other mega talented people work on this show! there’s a lot to juggle. but we juggle it well. there is so much love and heart and care poured into this show. we do everything we can to maintain the integrity of the characters and the show’s core, and it just makes me love what i do all the more and makes me more determined to do it

TLDR: YES! but i’m much better off for it, because it reminds me of why we’re working so hard to begin with. we all want this show to be the best it can—to maintain its core 25 years later, but still have fun doing it. i mentioned this on Twitter, but when i met Bill Fagerbakke last month he was saying how cool it is that fans who grew up with the show are now able to work on it and i couldn’t agree more. it’s the greatest honor imaginable being able to carry such a monumental torch, and i hope i’m able to keep at it for a long, long time.

[9firefly9]

Doodles on the corner of my paper//Wolfstar

Remus is trying to do homework and Sirius is distracting him by doodling on his papers.

Remus is lying on his stomach on his bed with papers and notebooks scattered around him.

He was writing a paper for potions class that the teacher had handed out to the class last minute. The assignment wasn’t that bad. It was slightly tedious but other than that, it wasn’t hard. It should take only an hour. Or at least it would only be taking an hour if Sirius wasn’t distracting him! It’s now been 2 and a half hours and Remus is only halfway through the assignment.

Sirius, his best friend, his crush, keeps grabbing at his paper and doodling on it while he was trying to work! “Stop it.” Remus says through his teeth with irritation as he swats at Sirius’ hand. Sirius being the drama queen he is, gasps and pouts every time Remus smacks his hand.

Remus rolls his eyes at him as he pulls the paper away. His eyes move to the corner of the page where a new drawing has been added.

This one was of a wolf howling at the moon. Remus can’t help but huff out a small chuckle at how ironic the drawing was.

He sees Sirius move a hand towards his paper again and Remus sends him a glare, holding the paper closer to himself. Sirius’s hand slowly backs off, but Remus knows it’s not permanent.

Not even ten minutes later Remus is so absorbed in trying to complete the assignment that he doesn’t see when Sirius grabs ahold of his paper again, until suddenly it’s being ripped away just before his pencil can touch the paper again.

Remus groans and lets his head fall onto the bed, feeling ready to just give up and go to sleep. It was already past 11:00pm. He was tired and just wanted to finish his homework.

He reaches his hand out, his face still on the bed, and feels his hand land on the paper, but before he can snatch it back, Sirius has grabbed his hand.

Remus’ head shots up as he feels Sirius’ cold hand against his own warm skin.

“What are you doing?” Remus can’t help but ask as his heart starts beating a mile a minute.

“Drawing on your paper.” Sirius responds with an obvious tone of duh in his answer.

“I need that paper back Sirius.” Remus says for the millionth time, as if this time is going to go better than the last ones.

“Hmmm.” Sirius says, feigning deep thought “no.”

With a sigh Remus gives up on his paper. Sirius clearly wasn’t going to stop drawing it and Remus could really use some sleep right about now.

With a tired groan he moves to get up and lift the covers of his bed, before flopping down on his stomach as he slips under the blanket.

“Awe Moony you’re not going to bed already are you? It’s only 11:00.”

“It’s not only 11:00. It’s already 11:00.” Remus responds as his voice becomes thick with sleep as he closes his eyes.

“But Moonyyyyy.” Sirius whines.

“Go to sleep.” Remus said, not bothering to open his eyes as he makes a shooing motion at Sirius.

Even with his eyes closed Remus can tell Sirius is giving him puppy dog eyes and pouting his lip.

Remus is already halfway to being asleep when he feels the covers lift and he opens his eyes with a squawk as he sees Sirius getting under his covers.

“What are you doing?!” Remus asks, panicked.

Sirius looks up at him as if he had just asked the stupidest question known to man.

“You said go to sleep.” Sirius says, getting himself more comfortable on the bed. “So I’m going to sleep.”

“Wha- that’s not- a-“ Remus says intelligently, sitting up as he tries to comprehend what’s going on.

“Shhhh. Go to sleep.” Sirius says with a cocky smile on his face as he closes his eyes.

Remus opened his mouth, wanting to give Sirius a sassy retort but quickly stopped as a wave of exhaustion washed over him. Fine. If this was going to make Sirius be quiet and stop bothering him then he could deal with it.

Slowly he lies back down and ignores the blush that starts to form all over his face at how close he is to Sirius.

He could feel the other boy’s body heat from their proximity.

Taking a deep breath Remus tries not to think about the boy beside him whose breath was now becoming deep and even. He tries not to think about how he’ll have to scramble in the morning to finish his homework in time for class, and he tries not to think about how the other boys will react when they see Remus and Sirius in the same bed, as he lets sleep take him.

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Sundae Tropes : Three's Company

A/N: Fic 1 of the Sundae Tropes Event! Some 69-ing for our 69 boys!

Sundae: Cookies And Cream With Sprinkles And Brownie Bits With Kensei And Shuhei = Marriage Pact + Threesome + 69

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Written for @j-u-u-z-o 🩷 I have to admit, a marriage pact and a threesome had me scratching my head for a bit but the plot kind of took over on it's own ^_^ Event masterlist | Vee's Masterlists

The bright sunlight was blinding as you made your way to your office, not looking forward to the day ahead. After last night’s disaster with your date and drinking your weight in sake, the mere thought of doing anything was daunting. The incessant pounding in your head like drum beats made you feel like there was a marching band in your skull. Sitting at your desk chair, you laid your head down on the wooden surface, wondering if you could catch a nap. Your eyelids start drooping, and you feel your body beginning to transition into a semblance of sleep before you hear footsteps coming your way.

“Good morning rookie!” As high energy as ever, Kensei stomps into your office, his loud, booming voice making your head throb. You groan and cover your ears, trying to hide your face.

“Why’d you do that?” you whine through the gaps between your arms as Kensei leans over your huddled form grinning.

“Brought ya coffee!” You hear a cup being placed near your head and groan softly. 

“Don’t want coffee,” you grumble, trying to find an angle to relieve the pounding in your head.

“Tsk tsk tsk…coffee is the best cure for a hangover. Drink up! Can’t have my contract wife incapacitated!”

“Your contract wife would like the day off.” You try to close the gaps between your arms by drawing them in closer. “And how’d you know I was hungover?”

“I could sense your alcoholic ass all the way from your quarters. Your reiatsu really doesn’t hide anything.”

“Creep.”

“Will you be calling me a creep when you end up marrying me someday?”

“Someday…if ever. I still have time to find someone you know.”

“Based on your current dating life, I don’t think you’ll last the 5 years we agreed on before getting married. You’ll be begging me to shorten the time on our marriage pact.”

“How rude. You think I can’t land someone?” You ask indignantly as you raise your head from the dark shelter of your arms only to feel dizzy and cause a nasty throbbing in your skull. You whimper and lay your head back down on the desk. Kensei sighs, then places a large hand at the base of your skull, squeezing, relieving the tension in your body. 

A sound of contentment leaves you as he does this, before massaging the back of your neck, then moving down to your shoulders. Typical Kensei. Always so tactile. You straighten up and let out a loud groan of relief before grabbing the cup of coffee and chugging it down.

“He stood me up taicho.” You admit softly as Kensei continues to work on your tight muscles. The throbbing in your head quiets slightly. 

“I figured as much.” His hands go back to the base of your skull and you feel your breath catch slightly as he threads his fingers through your hair before massaging your scalp, tugging on sections of your locks, stimulating the circulation back into your body. Little tingles begin in your scalp and creep down the back of your neck, then along your spine, delightfully sensual and tickly. 

There were reasons you had agreed on a marriage pact with Kensei, and the most basic one was that he knew how to balance out his love. He doled out tough love when he knew you could do better, but when at a limit he gave way to something a little softer and caring, like right now. There was a connection between you and Kensei that didn’t quite fit into any category, and it transcended beyond being his third seat. You two had an easy friendship and you never hesitated to tell the other anything. It was always unfiltered and raw with him. He had your back and you were fiercely loyal to him. Not just because he was your captain, but because you knew he’d never allow anything to hurt you.

The irony is that drinking is what caused the marriage pact to come into existence in the first place. Talks about how you were already his work wife and that it would be nice to find someone to settle down with eventually. Why not you? You had laughed, slapping him on the shoulder, spilling your drink because surely, he was joking right? He was your captain, the guy you sparred with and accompanied on scouting missions. But he fixed you with those brown eyes, carrying an intensity that hadn’t been there before. “Think about it,” he’d said before finishing his glass and taking you back to your quarters. 

Now here you were, marriage pact ready to go if neither of you found someone serious in 5 years. It was a strange thought at first but you got used to it. There was a sort of security in knowing that if all else failed, someone who knew you so well was there to ensure you got to experience marital bliss, something you didn’t realize you had not just wanted, but craved. 

“I wouldn't have stood you up you know.” Kensei brings your head in between both his large hands and gives a hard squeeze on both sides making you moan with relief. 

“Thank you. That's reassuring. At least if I marry you you won't leave me hanging.”

“Of course not.” You feel a twinge of disappointment as his hands leave your body but don’t complain, feeling your headache lessen. You sip more coffee as Kensei studies you, looking like he wished for more physical contact as well. 

A knock on the door breaks up the cozy atmosphere that was building in the office. “Come in,” you call out, and the door is pushed open by Hisagi, looking a little haggard despite how early it was in the morning. 

“Morning taicho, third seat,” He says politely before dropping off some files on your desk. “I need you to review these before they can be put away,” he says to you, then frowns at the fatigued look on your face. “Everything all right?”

“All fine,” Kensei answers gruffly, treating Hisagi with rough indifference, something you hadn’t understood. Hisagi rarely warranted half the criticism Kensei threw at him. “Our third seat is a little hungover,” he adds for context.

“Ah.” Hisagi shoots you a sympathetic glance. “I hope it goes away fast.”

“Thank you fukutaicho,” you mumble and take another gulp of caffeine. “I’ll finish these soon.”

“Appreciate it.” Hisagi bows to Kensei and takes his leave.

“The boy is always behind on work,” he remarks, staring at the closed door. You tsk at him.

“We’re all behind on work taicho. You’re too mean to him. He’s your lieutenant after all.”

“Am I? I thought I was just pushing him to be better.”

You snort at his words. “Oh please. You borderline bully him. He only puts up with it because he respects you.”

Kensei considers your words. “But he keeps barging in on me all the time. The office, texting me, it’s a lot.”

“Isn’t that typical though? All lieutenants do that. Captains and lieutenants are attached at the hip. You’re being unkind.”

“Unkind?” Kensei looks genuinely hurt. “Does my contract wife think I’m unkind?”

You giggle at his downtrodden expression. “Just be less harsh on him. It’s not hard.”

“I suppose I could be,” Kensei relents, stroking his chin thoughtfully, “And I guess I should be thankful you don’t mind him barging in on me at all times of the day. After all, if you do marry me, it’ll be like you’re marrying Shuhei as well.”

“Huh?” You stare blankly at him.

“Like you said, captains and lieutenants are attached at the hip. If you were my wife, you’d have to get used to Shuhei barging in on us all the time, no matter what time of day.”

You let his words sink in, and realize it’s not far from the truth. You would have to get used to Hisagi being a constant presence no matter what the circumstances were.

“I guess…you’re right. Marrying you would kind of be like marrying him also.”

“And all things considered, wouldn’t you want to be sure you’re satisfied with all aspects of this possible future marriage with me?”

“What aspects are we talking about?” You ask this cautiously because there seemed to be something he was implying. 

“All of them…including sex.” 

You choke on your coffee and hastily cover your mouth with your sleeve. Kensei looks calmly at you while you splutter and recover from the initial shock.

“You want us…to sleep together. You and me?”

“Well, you, me, and Shuhei.”

You gape at him, suddenly feeling shy, a blush creeping into your cheeks. The three of you? Having sex? Now that the idea was on the table, you can’t help but imagine how that would be. Hisagi was attractive in a different way than Kensei. Stoic and edgy-looking, but he still exuded raw sexuality. You would’ve been lying if you said you hadn’t thought about Hiasgi before. But he had a major crush on Matsumoto and you didn’t want to get mixed up with someone who had feelings for someone else. 

An unexpected shiver runs down your spine at the thought though. Kensei…and Hisagi. Together. In your bed. All over you. You shake your head and try to speak sensibly. 

“Taicho…with all due respect. Have you lost your mind?”

Kensei grins at your reaction before responding. “Didn’t you admit to me a threesome was something you hoped to experience at least once in your life?”

“Damn it,” you hiss under your breath. You had to quit drinking with him. Damn bastard remembered everything. The more tipsy he got, somehow the better his memory became. 

“I understand sleeping with you. But Hisagi?” 

Unbidden, another image of 3 sets of limbs tangled on a bed comes into your mind and you try to push it away again. 

“I want my potential future wife to be satisfied. And that includes letting her explore her sexual fantasies. But Shuhei is the only one I’d trust with something like this.”

Your mouth goes dry and you try to laugh it off. “What makes you think Hisagi would even be open to this?”

“He’s not seeing anyone right now. I doubt he's getting laid, the way he keeps fawning over Matsumoto every given second. And why wouldn’t he be interested? A pretty girl like you? He’d better consider himself blessed that I’m being generous and sharing you.”

“I just…hadn’t considered…”

“Sleeping with me before we actually got married?” he finishes shrewdly.

“Exactly! I mean, we’re still captain and subordinate. And I get that if we were dating this would be normal but to do it like this …”

“Are you worried the sex will be bad?” he asks teasingly. “Because I guarantee you it won’t be.”

“No! It’s not that. I’m just-I’m-I-” You take a few deep breaths to calm your nerves, feeling suddenly overwhelmed and embarrassed. Kensei quickly envelopes you in his arms and squeezes tightly.

“Calm down. It’s ok. I only threw out the suggestion because I feel like you should make sure this marriage pact will fulfill everything you’re hoping for, even though we haven’t dated. And there’s no pressure. I promise I won’t let it affect our professional relationship. And you don’t have to sleep with both of us. Or even me if you don’t want to.”

He rocks you back and forth and the motion soothes you. Swallowing, you look up at him. “Promise you won’t be weird? And poor Hisagi…”

“Hisagi will be grateful I’m asking him at all. Don’t worry. No one is going to mention this outside of our personal lives.”

When you still look unconvinced, Kensei rests his cheek on top of your head. “You know I didn’t ask you for a marriage pact just because it’s convenient right?” You had hoped that wasn’t the case, that there was more to it than you being available to him. 

“Of course, there’s the most basic reason and that is, we���re comfortable around each other. We just vibe. But I also think you’re beautiful. Sexy. I sometimes wonder what you’ll look like in the throes of passion. So I am not joking when I say I’m putting everything on the table. Because at the end of these 5 years, if you do end up marrying me, I want you to do it knowing I’ll indulge any thought you might have, no matter how unconventional they may seem to you.”

His forearms rest on top of yours. “You never have to worry about it with me.”

Calming down at his words, you lean back against his chiseled chest. “Ok. Yes, a threesome is something I was hoping to experience.” 

Kensei grins widely. “I’ll talk to Shuhei. But don’t ever tell him I said I trust him.” 

You laugh and nod in agreement.

A few days pass before Kensei brings up the topic with you again, letting you know Hisagi had consented and blushed like a virgin when he was asked. 

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

“Be gentle with her Shuhei,” Kensei warns as he locks your bedroom door. You could hardly believe this was happening, both of these gorgeous men standing in your room, everyone tingling with the keen knowledge of what was going to happen. You can’t hide your enthusiasm, even though everyone is still fully clothed, you feel moisture gathering between your folds at the idea of what’s to come. 

“I will,” Hisagi murmurs before settling next to you on the bed.

Kensei sits on your other side. “Hey, let us take care of you hmm?” he asks. You nod, feeling like your tongue has turned into a lump of clay, unable to form sentences. Kensei tips your face up to his by your chin.

“What’s the safe word?”

“Hollow.”

“Don’t hesitate to use it, ok?” He pets your hair, and you feel like every stroke was setting off a synergy of desire in the pit of your stomach. “We’ll be gentle. Give us direction if you need to.”

“And let yourself relax,” Hisagi adds. “Enjoy this experience. Your first threesome”

You wet your lips. Kensei continues petting your hair before his hands slide down your arms reassuringly, leaning down to give you a soft kiss. Your first kiss with Kensei…you take in the feel of his lips, strong and patient against yours, his tongue, his taste, and feel like you were melting into a puddle of desire on the floor. Kensei, so tough and rugged on the exterior, felt so different now, showing you the kind of tenderness you could expect if you were his wife. You let him take his time, seducing you with gentle persuasion. 

Hisagi skims his fingers along the neckline of your yukata, before stringing small kisses down the side of your neck, nibbling the sensitive flesh, sending skitters of electricity down your body, causing your belly to fill with heat. Kensei’s large hands wander lower and undo the sash of your yukata. 

You gasp softly as air hits your naked body, nipples already peaked and pebbled from the kisses. You look up shyly at Kensei who’s drinking in your features with hazy eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says huskily, cupping a breast in his palm, kneading the soft flesh, making you pant. A strangled noise of surprise leaves you as Hisagi lowers his head and captures your free nipple with his mouth, suckling gently, the sensation making your body feel like jello, and causing your clit to throb with need. 

“Mhm…” you sigh your pleasure as they both work on you, strong and patient, feeling their calloused hands steadily bring up your arousal. 

“Like that baby?” Kensei’s deep, husky, voice cuts through the fog in your brain, his hand tantalizingly playing with your breast, massaging the squish of it, the pad of his thumb moving over your nipple in circles.

You manage to nod, then stifle a groan as Kensei lowers his head and swirls the hardened peak into his mouth. The wetness on both your breasts, the different sensations from both of their mouths and tongues was something you hadn’t quite been able to imagine, Kensei going for more sucking and pulling while Hisagi was softer, the tip of his tongue flicking back and forth across your nipple. It felt like your body was being tugged in two different directions, the fantasy of being taken both softly and roughly at the same time coming alive like a fever dream.

Your fingers tangle in both their hair, keeping them latched to your breasts, feeling the blood rush through you, making you shiver from the sensations. Your sex throbs and spasms, and you feel impatient heat gathering in your belly, wanting more. 

Kensei leaves your breast to lick and kiss up your body, coming to the slope of your neck which you arch to give him better access, feeling the tempting nibble of his teeth, your fingers curling into the sheets as your grip on reality begins to fade. To your dismay, you feel Shuhei also move away from you, a sound of protest leaving your throat before you realize both of them are starting to lean you back, your body coming in contact with the bed, yukata spreading apart at your sides. 

“What an angel,” Shuhei whispers with a mischievous smile, tilting your face up by your chin, before leaning down to give you a kiss, his free hand running leisurely across your body, stroking your abdomen as Kensei tickles your inner thigh, his warm palm coming to rest on your mound, squeezing the fatty flesh as his tongue sweeps across your nipples.  

Your body reacts instinctively, hips bucking to provide friction as your clit rubs against the heel of his palm, your noises of satisfaction swallowed by Hisagi’s patient mouth. 

“That’s it…nice and easy sweet girl…” Kensei purrs at you while you continue to grind against his hand. He wedges the heel a little more firmly against your folds, your hardened bud now coming into direct contact with his hand as you shamelessly humped to satisfy the craving. 

Hisagi licks the shell of your ear, sinking his teeth into the upper curve, making you gasp,  before whispering, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah…” The word comes out breathlessly as heat and tension start coiling in your belly, your core dripping from all the attention. Hiasgi’s hands come back down to your breasts and begin to massage them, holding your nipples captive and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. You feel your clit throb in tandem with the motions as you use Kensei’s hand, the dual stimulation from both of them causing your insides to melt, liquid heat filling your being as your mind becomes an insatiable blob of need. 

“Why are you both still dressed?” The question falls from your lips as your core flutters around nothing, the coil in your belly threatening to snap. 

The question makes both of them chuckle. “As the lady wishes,” Hisagi says in a gravelly tone, and to your pleasured delight, both of them undress and your eyes feast on the glorious muscles and toned structure of both their bodies, cocks erect and waiting for attention. Your mouth waters and as they settle back down on either side of you, your hands reach out automatically, taking an erection in each, pumping and stroking, your arousal heightening as they both collectively draw in sharp breaths.

“Fuck…impatient were you?” Kensei grins as you play with the heated velvet of his cock, enjoying the girth of it while Hisagi’s was lengthy, your hand taking longer to go up and down his shaft. Both were veiny and throbbing with need. Without thinking, your head dips down to lick Kensei’s leaking tip, tasting the salty precum beading at the opening while continuing to pump Hisagi’s length.

“Shit…” Kensei lets out a growl as Hisagi sucks in a harsh breath. Your tongue swirls around his cockhead, lightly putting the tip of your tongue into the slit, causing Kensei to his and buck his hips. Milky droplets formed and dripped continuously from Hisagi’s dick, and you turn your head to catch them, sampling him before giving him a tiny kitten lick that drew a needy groan from his lips. 

“Can’t make up your mind sweetheart?” Kensei asks teasingly as you refuse to let go of him but also don’t back away from Hisagi’s length, taking as much of him as you can into your mouth. 

Hisagi grits his teeth as your soft, wet mouth teases his tip before sucking down his length. You feel fingers gathering into your hair, controlling the speed as you bob up and down, a hum of pleasure arising from the back of your throat. Hisagi is seeing stars when you finally let go of him, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock. 

Kensei watches the scene unfold, his eyes darkening with lust; your lovely naked body on display, legs parted wantonly, a little patch of wetness forming on the gusset of your panties. He runs a finger along the line of moisture before hooking his finger into the fabric and pushing it aside to reveal your pussy, arousal seeping from the folds. He uses his thumb again, so wide and textured, placing it on your clit and drawing little figure eights over it.

Distracted, you pull away from Hisagi, moaning at the slick pleasure, your innermost dirty fantasy coming to life, Kensei between your legs, and Hisagi shivering, desperate to feel the hot moisture of your mouth again. Kensei slips his middle finger into your sopping entrance, followed by the ring, before laying his tongue over your clit, laving the little bundle of nerves with controlled precision. 

Your moans have a desperate edge to them now, hips bucking against the sinful movements Kensei is making and Hisagi takes advantage of your open mouth to slip his cock back in, thrusting just enough to make your eyes water. You fondle his balls, hanging low and heavy, earning a guttural grunt from him as he struggles not to overwhelm you. 

 It doesn’t take long before you cum on Kensei’s tongue, your shrill calls muffled by the cock in your mouth, pussy and clit spasming simultaneously in orgasmic relief. Hisagi quickly pulls out and starts palming himself, looking at you with heavy-lidded eyes full of lust, trying to stave off his climax. 

Your mind is in a fog, still reeling from orgasm, so you don’t protest as Hisagi and Kensei begin to reposition themselves, until you find yourself laying down on Hiasgi’s body in reverse, your dripping sex now almost touching his face while his cock stands at the perfect angle for you to take it into your mouth.

“Rise up on your knees a little baby,” Hisagi’s voice instructs you as he pats the sides of your legs. In a trance, you listen hypnotically, raising your weight, trying not to feel shy as Hisagi’s fingers spread apart the folds of your pussy like flower petals, reveling in the glaze your pussy has from its recent orgasm, feeling intoxicated by the tang of arousal and need. “You smell so good…” The tip of Hisagi’s nose enters your opening as he inhales and you squirm, embarrassment rising, as he shushes you amusedly. 

Kensei’s large hand rests on the curve of your ass, squeezing, before drawing your cheeks apart, looking at the view. “All pink and pretty and nice,” he murmurs. “Shuhei, check her.”

You gasp in surprise as Hisagi inserts his fingers into you, fingers reaching into you and scissoring, your still sensitive pussy jolting with pleasure.

“Ready,” Hisagi confirms, withdrawing and using the gathered moisture to rub at your clit, causing you to buck and bring your pussy right on his face.

“Relax baby,” Kensei runs his hands down your back, shoulders to ass, calming you down. “Don’t be tense…this is all fun, remember?” He presses warm kisses between your shoulder blades and makes his way down, and you sigh, trusting them with your care. Hiasgi laps at your slickened bud delicately, the feeling soft and undemanding. You whimper and then take his cock into your mouth, letting your desires act out for you, enjoying the way Hisgai also moans as you pleasure each other.

You squeak as Kensei adjusts you slightly, grabbing your hips and raising you a little higher so that your weight is on your toes, then before you can understand what is happening, his tip touches your leaking hole and pushes in. He stretches you so deliciously, filling the empty space that had been craving for something to grasp. Your noises of pleasure reverberate against Hisagi’s cock and as Kensei begins to thrust, the tip of his cockhead angling so that it hits your G-spot, you feel the edges of your vision beginning to fade. 

So this was what marriage to Kensei would be like, your remaining brain cell thinks to itself, as you lazily lick and suck Hisagis’s dick, while he continues working on your clit. Their combined sensations are overwhelmingly gratifying and you know you wouldn’t last long against both of them. 

“Enjoying that cock?” Kensei’s voice teases from above you. “I guess you can’t really tell me which one,” he chuckles before playfully slapping your ass. You giggle against the meat in your mouth and continue bobbing your head, Hisagi groaning against your pussy as he controls himself from cumming. “Almost there?” Kensei asks, taking cues from your movements.

“Mm-hmm,” you manage to mumble, unwilling to leave Hisagi. 

“Good…let it happen…” Kensei fucks into you with a consistent rhythm, Hisagi matching his tongue to go at the same pace. Hisagi grits his teeth together, feeling hot and flushed, while Kensei is barely holding back his grunts of pleasure, all three of you driving each other to the end. 

As your second orgasm of the night hits, you feel Kensei’s cock twitch and spasm inside you, feel the gush of warm liquid coat your inner walls as he spills his seed into you, and at the same time, Hisagi shoots bullets of sticky cum into your throat. You pull back to swallow, some of it dripping back down on the sides of cock, pooling into his dark hair.

You sigh in relief and rest your cheek on Hisagi’s hip as Kensei pulls out of you.

“How was it?” Kensei moves towards your head and grabs you under the arms, pulling you up the bed and cradling you against his chest as he leans back on the pillows. Hisagi cleans himself off before joining you as well. 

“It was really good.” You lay comfortably between both of them, Hisagi gently stroking your arm, Kensei supporting your weight. “Like, amazing.”

Both the men chuckle approvingly. “Glad to hear it third seat.” Hisagi pats your ass with affection, making you blush.

“Hey now Shuhei, don’t just go patting my future wife’s ass without permission now,” Kensei almost barks the words but you can hear the humor in them. “And for future reference, no uncommunicated sex. That goes for both of you,” he adds. “I want to be there every time.”

“Of course taicho,” you agree, and Hiasgi hums in acceptance. You raise your head inquiringly, and Kensei arches an eyebrow.

“Yes?”

“Maybe…we could cut it down from 5 years?”

Kensei’s roaring laugh fills the bedroom and you and Hisagi join in, knowing this won’t be the last time this happens. 

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I Turned My BG3 Tavs into Fake Origin Characters

CUZ NOBODY'S STOPPED ME YET

So here I was, scrolling through the BG3 tag when I come across a fantastic BG3 Template made by the extraordinary @dvgsart! Couldn't mcfreakin' help myself, I tell you.

So I took my 5 active non-Durge playthroughs (3 of which are 2-Tav saves) and slapped them in! Had a blast doing this, I tell you. All the beautiful Tavs I keep seeing just make me wanna gush about my own silly Tavs. Life's too short to not have fun.

[Putting the ART and everything below the cut because this is gonna be loooooong and y'all should get to opt out]

Yeah okay maybe I've written Companion Guides for 6/7 of these guys. I've had a lot of time at work lately, okay.

I call these guys the Stacked Seven because all of them have massive badonkadonks and I'm in desperate need of a new hobby. I can't help the fact drawing tits is very fun and I am horrendously bisexual.

ANYWAY lil bit of preamble you can skip -- I based their stats and weapons on what they'd be as Companions or Origin runs, not what their actual in-game stats are. Romantic Partners / Besties / Weapons are who and what they'd probably default to if they were just in ya party. I also put them in their Companion fits, not their in-game fits. AIGHT LET'S KICK IT OFF, IN ORDER

Eckhart Markolac

The Infernal Twins

Ayyy it's my guy, you might've seen my guy before! We're starting off in familiar territory. Also he's the only twunk here. RIP.

Eckhart is one roguish half of the whole known as the infamous Markolac Twins. He and his sister Emerleigh have spent years of their lives dedicated to paying off a debt they owe to the Undercellar through smuggling, cons and other life-threatening crimes. Now that the Nautiloid has picked them up and dumped them a long ways away from the Gate, he's faced with the consequences of his actions and the kind of freedom he never expected to grasp in his lifetime.

Eckhart shares a companion quest with Emerleigh - get these tadpoles outta their skulls and get back to Baldur's Gate! But will he return to face his debtor, go on the run for the rest of his life, or forsake a future he doesn't think he's good enough for?

For those who haven't met my angst machine of a rogue, Eckhart is a sarcastic, witty and vaguely sleazy guy who's basically your classic rogue. He comes complete with a detached attitude, lower (but not too low) moral standards, and a heart of gold under layers and layers of self sabotage and emotional dysfunction. He's just bad at hiding it.

Eck and Em would be recruited at the exact same time, and their tadpoles would make it so they cannot live for very long without the other. How? Why? Because I don't wanna write a whole freaking branch where one of the twins dies and the other just has to deal with that. Game branch logic is HARD TO WRITE, DAMN YOU.

Emerleigh Markolac

The Infernal Twins

Heyyy girl, it's Em, it's my girl!

Emerleigh is one bardic half of the whole known as the infamous Markolac Twins. She and her brother Eckhart have spent years of their lives dedicated to paying off a debt they owe to the Undercellar through smuggling, cons and other life-threatening crimes. Now that the Nautiloid has picked them up and dumped them a long ways away from the Gate, she's more determined than ever to hold onto this newfound freedom... more terrified of returning than she ever thought she could be.

Emerleigh shares a companion quest with Eckhart - get these tadpoles outta their skulls and get back to Baldur's Gate! But will she return to face her debtor, go on the run for the rest of her life, or deny herself the future she so desperately wants for her and her brother?

If you haven't met Em, she's your classic dramatic bard who speaks in poetry, prose and academia! She's friendly, mischievous, and has so so so many things she hasn't given herself the space to contend with emotionally. She's a pretty lady used to having a perfect mask demanded of her, craving a chance to speak bluntly and openly instead of wrapping herself up in layers upon layers of what other people want from her.

I've already written plenty about Em and Eck. The twins' stories are very interconnected, with the quest playing out the same beats from the perspective of whichever twin the player is playing/romancing/keeping in their party.

Canary Highfall

Child of Light

My other major 2-Tav playthrough I have yet to mention, and the first modded class I've played!

Canary's life has been dedicated to the pursuit of truth -- consequences be damned. Reuniting with her possessive estranged father has caused a lot of roadblocks for her, but her divine heritage won't stop her from her latest fascination: Mind Flayers. Specifically, the strange tadpole specimen she intercepted in her father's study. Her pursuits, assisted by her bodyguard and trusted friend Leryk, have resulted in the two of them playing host to those very same tadpoles! The questions are piling up, with one weighing heaviest on her mind: why did her father of all people have this specimen to begin with? And what does that mean for her and Leryk?

Canary's quest is separate from Leryk, as the first part of her companion quest is finding him. If the player completes the grove or tries to move to the next region without him while keeping Canary in the party or at camp, he'll just show up at their camp. They're a package deal from Act 2 onwards, so the player can either dismiss them both or keep them both. She's not going anywhere without her closest friend!

Canary is a feverously academic person with a focus on abnormal biology. Her noble position and all the restrictions that come with it are a recent development in her life, and one she only engages with for the resources it affords her when possible. She's extremely distrustful of authority and how nobility has a chokehold on academia, so finding out her estranged father is a hyper-paranoid aasimar descended from Lathander himself doesn't exactly help her faith in higher powers -- be they the divine or the political. She's a bit of a smartass and gets wrapped up in what she's doing so completely that she often doesn't consider the consequences. Despite her outward confidence, it's very easy to get her to start rambling or turn her into an absolute mess. Though she hates when Leryk treats her like a princess, she trusts him with her life and would do just about anything for him.

With Canary, I liked the idea of a Companion with a specific interest in Mind Flayers and a personal stake in the conspiracy much like Wyll does. She wouldn't be able to tell the player anything Halsin can't already say in much more detail since she hasn't made a lot of headway in her tadpole-specific research, though.

Leryk Coppperlot

Knight of the Dawn

He's the only one of my active saves that has a skin tone other than "human". Good job, Keps.

Leryk's life hasn't been very long so far, but very little of it has been uneventful until recently. Saved from his life as a ruthless mercenary at the age of 19, he's devoted himself to the Son of Lathander. When his savior's recently-discovered estranged daughter was placed in his care, Leryk then devoted his life to her. Duty blossomed into friendship, but Leryk's blind faith in Canary's father persists despite what Canary has to say about it. Now that they've both been tadpoled and whisked far away from the safety of the Gate, Leryk is determined to get Canary home no matter the cost. But can he face the horrific truth Canary is on the cusp of uncovering...? And what about the truths she's been hiding from him?

Leryk has that frantic "rookie soldier" energy. He's extremely combat-experienced, but he's terrible at wrangling in Canary since he's very easy to sway through enthusiasm alone. He's blindly devoted to Canary and even moreso to her father, but otherwise can be quite shrewd and cautious of others. Misjudging one's character used to mean death for him, and he learned that when his old mentor tried to turn him in for a bounty on his head. Leryk, despite this, has learned a lot from the kindness afforded to him and does his best to repay it. "Caution, but not discourtesy" is his motto.

Leryk's quest is separate from Canary, as the first part of his companion quest is finding her. If the player completes the grove or tries to move to the next region without her, she'll just show up at their camp. Since they're a package deal Act 2 onwards, the player can either dismiss them both or keep them both. Canary's his best friend and he is literally her bodyguard, after all.

I love devoted bodyguards. I love him so much. I like the idea of some Companions knowing each other or having pre-existing relationships. You know he's having a panic attack and is going to find her just chilling in the Goblin Camp like it's no big deal.

Briar Lockren

The Weary Ranger

okay so Briar was actually a fan companion BEFORE she was a Tav. I recently restarted her run in a 2-Tav where the other Tav is actually Default Dark Urge because this girl's perception proficiency is worthless if she hasn't slept enough. And she never sleeps enough.

After three years of wandering the Sword Coast, Briar has settled in Cloak Wood in hopes of outrunning her terrible luck. Her past involvement with one of Cyric's cults has left her branded with supernatural-levels of misfortune and nightmares plaguing her every time she falls asleep. She's basically a walking-talking tempest. Having fallen in and out of the Feywild and caused towns to burn without her say, Briar thought being picked up by the Nautiloid was simply another instance of her shit luck. So imagine her surprise when she got the first nightmare-free rest in three years. Free from the eyes of the one who cursed her, Briar's luck has suddenly changed.

Briar is a somewhat ditsy individual prone to taking inopportune naps just about anywhere. Originally from Luskan, Briar's time wandering and falling into ridiculously terrible situations has made her a pretty difficult person to rattle. She's kind and gentle despite all she's suffered, but blames herself for wandering around the way she does and causing trouble (settling down with her luck is impossible). Her passivity is what led to her situation, however, as the one who cursed her was her childhood friend-turned cult leader-turned Chosen of Cyric-turned ex-boyfriend. It's messy. Briar's very used to messy life situations.

Briar's probably my most developed Tav in terms of a Companion story since she was originally written to be one. I also will acknowledge her being half-drow but not LOOKING half-drow is partly due to my own personal cowardice, but it's also the result of her complicated heritage. Lotta drow in Luskan. The fact she doesn't look like her full-drow father should tip you off as to why he might not have especially liked his child, therefore neglecting her and giving her very few chances to adopt the cult's teachings for herself. Kinda hard to teach a child to become a religious narcissist when you keep telling her she's just inherently inferior.

Scarlet

The Scarlet Scourge

My longest-lived Tav... heeeey girl, hiiii~ I'm probably gonna play her in a campaign one of these days. Siiigh.

The Scarlet Scourge strikes fear into the hearts of the greedy aristocrats that call Baldur's Gate home. A street urchin whose life was ruined time and time again by those who have far too much money, Scarlet's dedicated her life to taking from those who won't miss it and giving to those who need it. But Scarlet's been stopping the plans of the corrupt for a long time, and it all began with some dangerous blueprints. Blueprints she quite literally carries within her soul. Now that she's crashed far beyond the anonymity the Gates afford her, the one she stole the plans from has a chance to find her all over again.

Scarlet is a highly confident and highly competent master thief. She takes great pride in her ingenuity and artificing skill, and won't let you forget it. She's fiercely independent and keeps people at a distance, even hiding her real name from those she gets close to. However, like every Robin Hood figure, she revels in her legend and genuinely adores the people she does it for. Scarlet may act arrogant, but she has the skill to back up her confidence and risks her life for altruism. Get her in front of a gadget, however, and her brain goes a mile a minute. (She's going to be fucking pissed when she sees how cool the Steel Defenders are and the awful ways they're being utilized)

Who doesn't love a Phantom Thief? I think she and Wyll would absolutely be besties if they didn't already know each other before the events of the game - they both love the people of Baldur's Gate, have super hero names, and are archetypes of a class they don't belong to (Wyll is a Paladin in a Warlock's body while Scarlet is a Rogue in an Artificer's body).

Rohku Eddervyn

The Oathbroken

My OTHER longest-lived Tav, and the oldest character of my active Tavs. He's the oldest of them as well in terms of character age.

Rohku has been given many titles over the years, but none of which he's found suit him. After awakening to his Oath in the wake of a Sharran attack during his time as an Acolyte, Rohku was once known as The Sun of the Seventh Dawn for reasons he'll spare you for now. But years of tracking down and slaughtering Dark Justiciars began to take their toll. When grief and rage gave way to emptiness, he understood the pull of Shar. Unable to hunt down those he now saw as victims, his Oath shattered. But his devotion remains. Now, as he searches for new meaning under the Moonmaiden's gaze, he tracks down an artifact said to have fallen into Sharran hands...

Rohku is a mature and quiet man, jaded by the world around him. He's tired of battles between good and evil, and now lives for what is kind -- in any form that takes. He's patient with people and thinks very little of what others think of him. His wisdom and experiences make him an excellent leader, and an even better listener. He often chooses to resolve conflict through his words rather than his blade, but his deadpan demeanor makes that difficult. But he can handle that when it's his own ass on the line. But Zweihanders aren't shields.

Rohku was the first masculine character I played in BG3 and I fell in love. He's so tired and sweet. He's kind of Halsin-esque in that he was thrust into leadership without his say and acts as a calming presence for those he makes camp with. And big. He's a big boy.

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Hee hee hee self call-out time! Yes I have noticed 3 of them have black hair, 3 of them are tieflings, 5 have a different hair color streaked in there (with 2 of them specifically graying at a young age), and only 1 of them is above the age of 30. Because I Am A Coward. Pobody's Nerfect.

Hope you kinda enjoyed my little Tav sound-off! If you have questions about them or wanna see more of them or, heck, even draw or write about them yourself, go craaaazy! I don't know how much of these ideas are, like, solidified. IDK I'm still playing around with them.

God I put too much work into these. I can't believe I do fan fiction now. Wild.

[blackbackedjackal]

So to put this in perspective. I was about 5-7 when The Burned Furs was happening. I literally went to see Pokemon: The First Movie IN THEATERS, while this was going on.

By the time I was using the olde internet was about 10 or so. My family had a home computer system with Windows 98 and kept things upgraded over the years due to my dad needing access to "the internet" for work. I was left alone a lot as a kid (busy father/neglectful mother) and this was around the time of "CHECK OUT WWW.POKEMON.COM FOR MORE DETAILS" kind of time of the early internet + advertising. Like I was still using AOL dial-up for a lot of my original internet deep dives. Then, when things like Neopets took off, I was using the computer religiously. I stayed (mostly) on kid-safe spaces, but of course, the internet was, and is, the internet and I eventually branched out. I wanna say I was looking up pictures of Inuyasha to print out and use as art reference, as well as Digimon and Wolf's Rain. I know one of the earliest pieces of furry media was Renamon porn around 2002-2004, as well as a lot of art by Dark Natasha through her website.

At some point around 2005-2006 I stumbled onto VLC. I remember because I saw some furry art by an artist and really liked his style and was emulating it for a bit. At this time, furry art was still ruled by many people emulating Animalympics (which I only knew of because my family owned one of the first official releases of the VHS copies), as well as Osamu Tezuka's deep stylistic influence on the furry community in the 80-90s. The Disney influence from TLK hadn't fully seeped into the community at that point, and, being a little anime kid, I was genuinely fascinated with the art style. One of the first pieces of art I posted online was something I drew inspired by some furry fox art I saw on VLC, but then hyperfixated more into the general "I wanna draw a cool edgy anime wolf" kind of thing.

My first OC, Jade Shadowblood (lol) I made when I was about 9-10. I still own the sketchbook where I first drew her. This was sometime around 2001-2002. She was an Inuyasha self-insert character and intended to be "me" if I was in Inuyasha. I always refereed to her as "this is me if I was a wolf demon" to my friends at the time when I showed them my art in elementary school. I got the idea to make more "wolf demons" of my friends when they asked me if I could draw them as wolves at school. I took a lot of design inspo from Neopets/Neopets Adoptables at the time, and a lot of my original OCs were in fact, based off of kids who were my friends at the time (I have all of these original pieces still saved to this day).

Anyway, I joined DeviantArt in 2006 when I was 12-13 under the handle ShroudofShadows. I heard the name on Xiolin Showdown and thought it sounded cool for an internet username. This was my first real venture into social media. I scanned in and posted some of my old art, and continued making art inspired by Inuyasha, Wolf's Rain, Neopets, etc. It wasn't until about 2007 or so when I shared Jade on DA that one of my friends asked me "is this your fursona?" and I was like "what's a fursona?" and well, here we are I guess?

My first webcomic was started at this time, I found out about other people making wolf comics with their characters and I was like "I wanna do that too". The OG Wolf Song was heavily inspired by Inuyasha/Wolf's Rain, but because I also liked Don Bluth, an inspiration Kay Fedewa also used for her art, I got lumped in as "copying" Kay Fedewa because our styles were similar.

Kay got started with The Blackblood Alliance around the same time I did, and did influence about 5 or so of the original pages. Even though I knew my characters and plot were different and eventually would deviate from looking similar to her art, I just leaned into it since people were accusing me of copying her when we just happened to be posting around the same time. I had no idea who she was prior to people comparing me to her.

Wolf Song, ran for several years, but due to being bullies by TheRoguez/RayJ and her band fo merry fuckwads who made it their goal to "remove" wolf comics off of deviantart (the great sparkledog cleanse) and people like MirrorZan and BlueShineWolf having some very public drama in the wolf comic community, I eventually stopped working on my comic to do a big re-write. I wanted to FINALLY get out from under the "oh you're just copying these people" bullshit because I was like "I literally don't know who this is until you name dropped them". I stayed in my lane with Wolf Song and didn't branch out too much to other wolf comic artists since we were all getting harassed at this point. I didn't really know who to trust outside of the friends I had made in my early DA days.

By 17, I was applying for colleges and didn't have time to work on Wolf Song anymore. This was also around the time the other Wolf Song, the one on youtube, began taking off more and my comic was buried under the popularity. I figured "eh ok" and dropped the project while focusing on school.

I never felt like I really fit in with any one place/group. I had my own space and the fans of my comic which made me happy, so I avoided social media/fandom stuff for a few years. I was always on the fringes of the furry fandom, but due to coming across some really racist proboards forums about the furry fandom when I finally looked into it and saw "N*ggers can't be furry/therian/otherkin", I was like "ok fuck you too" and never wanted to participate in the fandom.

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RIVALS - J. HUGHES

paring: jack hughes x reader

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requested? yes - jack falling in love with his rival player from the rangers and the media and everyone alwyss comparing the two and they like to tease each other back and fourth and people think they are enemies but really they have been friends since they both moved away from their families to jersey and york, they ended up living in the same building and became good friends despite the rivalry, they just love to tease each other on the ice and making everyone speculate, something important goes on and jack brings her as his plus one and he is like she’s been my gf for years didn’t you know?

warnings: use of y/n.

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As I lace up my skates in the familiar locker room of Madison Square Garden, I can feel the buzz of anticipation coursing through me. Tonight, like every other night when we face off against the New Jersey Devils, the media will paint our matchup as an epic clash between bitter rivals. They'll hype up the drama, the tension, the supposed animosity between me, Y/N, of the New York Rangers, and Jack Hughes of the Devils. But what they don't know is that behind the scenes, Jack and I are actually good friends.

It's funny how things work out sometimes. We met shortly after we both moved away from home to pursue our hockey dreams. Fate seemed to have a sense of humor when it placed us in the same apartment building. At first, we were just acquaintances, nodding at each other in the elevator or exchanging small talk in the lobby. But as time went on, our friendship blossomed.

Jack is one of those people who's impossible not to like. He's got this infectious energy, always cracking jokes and keeping everyone around him in high spirits. And despite being fierce competitors on the ice, off the rink, he's one of the most genuine and down-to-earth guys I've ever met.

--

From the moment we stepped onto the ice as rookies, Jack and I knew that we were destined to be compared and contrasted by the media. They loved to pit us against each other, to scrutinize every goal, every assist, every move we made on the ice. And as much as we tried to brush it off, it was hard not to feel the weight of those expectations.

But amidst the chaos of the rivalry, Jack and I found something unexpected: a genuine friendship. It started with small gestures – a friendly nod during warm-ups, a quick word of encouragement after a tough game – but it quickly grew into something deeper. We discovered that we had a lot in common, both on and off the ice, and that despite wearing different jerseys, we shared a mutual respect and admiration for each other's talents.

As our friendship blossomed, we found ourselves gravitating towards each other more and more, seeking refuge from the pressures of the rivalry in each other's company. We'd sneak away from the prying eyes of the media and our respective teams' management to grab lunch together or hang out at one of our apartments, swapping stories and jokes like old friends.

Of course, we knew that our friendship had to remain a secret. Our PR managers made sure of that, reminding us constantly that we were supposed to be bitter rivals, not bosom buddies. But in a strange way, the secrecy only made our bond stronger. It was like we were in on this big, inside joke together, sharing a secret that no one else knew.

And so, we became experts at playing our parts. We'd exchange playful jabs during interviews, making sure to throw in a few subtle digs to keep up the facade of animosity. We'd celebrate our victories against each other on the ice with exaggerated displays of triumph, all the while exchanging knowing looks behind the scenes.

---

As rookies, stepping onto the ice for the first time felt like stepping into a pressure cooker. The weight of expectations hung heavy in the air, fueled by the constant comparisons and contrasts the media loved to draw between Jack and me.

"Hey, Y/N," Jack called out as we lined up for warm-ups before our first game against each other. His voice cut through the tension, and I turned to see him flashing a grin. "You ready to show the world what we're made of?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at his infectious enthusiasm. "You bet, Jack. Just don't expect me to go easy on you out there."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he replied with a playful wink.

And so it began – a friendly rivalry that would soon evolve into something much deeper. As the games went by, Jack and I found ourselves drawn to each other, seeking solace from the relentless scrutiny of the media in the comfort of each other's company.

"Rough game out there, huh?" Jack said one night, catching me in the hallway outside the locker rooms after a particularly grueling match.

I nodded, grateful for the chance to decompress with someone who understood the pressures we faced. "Yeah, tell me about it. I swear, they're never gonna let us live this one down."

Jack chuckled, clapping me on the back in a show of solidarity. "Well, at least we can commiserate together, right?"

And so our friendship blossomed, forged in the fires of competition and camaraderie. We'd steal moments away from the prying eyes of the media, grabbing lunch together or hanging out at one of our apartments, swapping stories and jokes like old friends.

"Man, I can't believe we have to keep this friendship a secret," I grumbled one day as we lounged on Jack's couch, watching highlights from our latest game.

Jack shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Eh, adds to the intrigue, don't you think? Besides, it's kinda fun having our little secret."

I had to admit, there was something exhilarating about sneaking around like a couple of teenagers with a forbidden romance. It made our bond feel even more special, like we were part of some exclusive club that no one else could join.

Of course, playing our parts as bitter rivals wasn't always easy. We'd exchange playful jabs during interviews, throwing in a few subtle digs to keep up the facade of animosity.

"Y/N, what do you have to say to Jack Hughes, who claims he's going to outshine you on the ice tonight?" a reporter asked during a post-game press conference.

I shot Jack a knowing smirk before turning back to the camera with a smirk of my own. "Tell him he can try, but he's gonna have to get past me first."

Jack laughed from his seat beside me, the tension in the room dissipating as we shared a private joke

--

As much as we excelled at maintaining the illusion of rivalry in public, it was behind closed doors where our friendship truly flourished. Away from the prying eyes of the media and the expectations of our teams, Jack and I could be ourselves without reservation. We'd spend hours talking about everything and nothing, sharing our hopes and fears, our triumphs and struggles.

There was a comfort in knowing that we could let our guard down around each other, free from the pressures of being seen as rivals. In those moments, it was easy to forget about the intensity of the rivalry and just enjoy each other's company. Whether we were binge-watching our favorite TV shows, cooking dinner together, or simply lounging around, every moment spent with Jack felt like a welcome reprieve from the chaos of our professional lives.

And yet, even as we reveled in our friendship, there was always an underlying tension – the knowledge that our bond had to remain a secret. It was a constant balancing act, navigating the delicate line between friendship and rivalry, always mindful of the consequences if our true relationship were to be revealed.

But despite the risks, our friendship only grew stronger with each passing day. We became each other's confidants, sharing our deepest thoughts and feelings with a level of trust and understanding that went beyond words. And as much as we cherished our time together off the ice, there was something uniquely special about the moments we shared on it.

On game days, when the arena was buzzing with excitement and anticipation, Jack and I would find ourselves locked in a silent battle of wills. We'd exchange knowing glances across the ice, each one a silent reminder of the bond we shared. And when the puck dropped and the game was underway, it was like we were playing our own private game within the game – a subtle dance of friendship disguised as rivalry.

But no matter how convincing our performance was for the outside world, there were moments when our true feelings would slip through the cracks. A shared smile after a particularly well-executed play, a quick pat on the back after a hard-fought battle – these were the moments when our friendship shone brightest, illuminating the darkness of the rivalry that surrounded us.

--

The locker room is quiet, the only sound the faint echo of distant celebrations filtering through the walls. I sit alone on the bench, still basking in the afterglow of our victory over the Devils. It had been a hard-fought battle, but in the end, we'd come out on top, securing another win for the Rangers.

I'm lost in my thoughts when I hear the door creak open, and I glance up to see Jack standing in the doorway, a hesitant smile playing at the corners of his lips. Everyone else has already left, leaving us alone in the quiet solitude of the locker room.

"Hey," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey," I reply, returning his smile. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be with your team."

Jack shrugs, taking a few cautious steps into the room. "I needed to talk to you."

My curiosity piqued, I gesture for him to take a seat beside me on the bench. "What's on your mind?"

He hesitates for a moment, his gaze flickering uncertainly as if searching for the right words. And then, in one swift motion, he crosses the distance between us and takes my face in his hands, leaning in to press his lips against mine.

For a moment, time seems to stand still as the world falls away around us. I'm too stunned to react, too overwhelmed by the sudden rush of emotions coursing through me. But as his kiss deepens, I find myself melting into his embrace, the weight of our shared secret finally lifting from my shoulders.

When we finally pull apart, our breaths coming in ragged gasps, I meet Jack's gaze with a mixture of surprise and longing. "I didn't know you felt that way," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart.

Jack smiles, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "I've been trying to tell you for months," he admits, his thumb tracing gentle circles against my cheek. "But I never had the courage until now."

I reach out to take his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together with a sense of newfound clarity. "I'm glad you did," I say softly, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Because I feel the same way."

-- 

As the seasons passed, Jack and I found ourselves navigating the complexities of our newfound relationship with a sense of cautious optimism. We were no longer just friends who shared a secret bond; we were now a couple, bound together by love and mutual respect.

But as much as we reveled in our newfound happiness, we couldn't escape the ever-present shadow of the rivalry that loomed over us. Our teams, our fans, and the media all seemed determined to keep us apart, to maintain the facade of animosity that had defined our relationship for so long.

We knew that our relationship had to remain a secret, at least for the time being. Our PR managers had made that abundantly clear, reminding us constantly of the consequences if our true feelings were ever to be revealed. And so, we continued to play our parts, keeping our love hidden behind a carefully constructed facade of rivalry and competition.

But as the years passed and our relationship continued to flourish, it became increasingly difficult to keep our secret under wraps. We longed to share our love with the world, to finally break free from the constraints of the rivalry that had kept us apart for so long.

And then, one day, an opportunity presented itself that we couldn't ignore. Jack had been invited to a prestigious event, a gathering of the league's top players and executives, and he had been given the chance to bring a guest as his plus one.

As we stood outside the doors of the grand ballroom, Jack turned to me with a mischievous grin. "Are you ready for this?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

I nodded, my heart pounding in anticipation. "I'm ready," I replied, squeezing his hand tightly in mine.

And with that, we stepped inside, hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. As we made our way through the crowd, heads turned and whispers followed in our wake. But Jack didn't seem to notice, too caught up in the moment to care about the opinions of others.

And then, when we reached the center of the room, Jack turned to me with a smile that lit up his entire face. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, his voice ringing out clear and confident. "I'd like you to meet someone very special to me. This is Y/N, and she's been my girlfriend for years. Didn't you know?"

The room fell silent, the air thick with shock and surprise. But as I looked around at the stunned faces of our peers, I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. We had finally broken free from the shackles of the rivalry, and nothing – not even the expectations of others – could hold us back any longer.

As Jack wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close, I knew that our love was stronger than any rivalry, stronger than any obstacle that stood in our way. And as we danced together in the center of the room, surrounded by the whispers of our peers and the glow of the evening lights, I knew that we were finally free to be ourselves – together, forever.

[tequeooo]

Four

Hey guys, I just drew some Four panels that I liked from the new LU update.

If you ask me why each drawing looks different I DID THEM ON DIFFERENT DAYS OKAY? I have a very inconsistent style

Anyways, I was practicing ways of rendering that didn't take so much time to do and I learned a lot from this. Drawing your comfort character really helps a lot to make you want to draw nice.

Didn't you love it when the smithy said 'it's time to smith!' and smithed all over the place? (Sorry)

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