#amount of times i cursed out nhs?

[jin-zixun]

ok so i just got to rewatch the last two episodes of cql today and like.

in mdzs they gotta like be holding back su she the whole time, like kicking him to the ground to keep him away from jin guangyao and like cql!sms is just not about that life he's just. chilling. just watching in the background like "oh damn xiyao divorce? xiyao divorce imminent?? That could be good for me!" like he doesn't even get to die protecting jgy heroically. I mean, i mean he does die protecting jgy but the vibes are not the same. like he does die because he's trying to protect jgy but there's not quite the same sense that he is actively choosing to die protecting jgy right til the end. he just kinda dies.

10/10 choice to have him clearly suffering trauma flashbacks when he gets held hostage though. And still being like "don't worry about me"? What a fucking amazing man. 11/10. 12/10.

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

Introduction

Hello, I’m Cabbage! You can find me as Cabbage_Vampire on AO3. My icon is from Eleanor’s KissCrew Maker! This blog is 90% Rolan (and so is my writing!) but I do love discussing the writing process and reblogging all sorts of wonderful BG3 fan art. Please note my writing is explicit, and this blog is 18+ only. Anyway, on to the master list!

Rolan Fics!

Steel Weave Series (Rolan x f! Human Fighter Tav, E Rated, Second Person POV)

Sharp Teeth 41,316 words, Falling in love with Rolan over the course of the game’s events, and annoying the Hells out of each other. That’s amore! (Complete)

Tail and Tongue 2,475 words. Fluff and smut on the Elfsong roof before the Absolute’s defeat. Will eventually get a second chapter. (WIP, 1/2)

Sharess’s Sundries 10,804 words. Working out the kinks (gags, strap-ons and spankings…) with Rolan, as he explores his submissive fantasies and after a non-zero amount of prodding finally tells you (Tav) what he wants. (Complete)

Laced Close 4,569 words. Inspired by all the wonderful Rolan corset art on Tumblr! A trip to Figaro’s results in some kinky tight-lacing and a very flustered Rolan manning the counter at Sorcerous Sundries. (Complete)

Combat Training 7,572 words. Sometimes the only way to get Rolan to talk about his feelings is to pin him down and threaten him with a good time. After a lot of playfighting, of course. (Complete)

Along the Chionthar 6,654 words. A wedding, a honeymoon, and… watersports. Lots of watersports. (Complete)

Planar Tears (Rolan x OFC (Catrin), E rated, Third Person - Rolan’s POV)

Planar Tears 69,222 words. Isekai romance about an NHS doctor from our plane dragged into Rolan’s, when he uses an scroll of Summon Planar Ally far beyond his ability. There’s no other option than to bring Catrin to Baldur’s Gate with them, hoping Lorroakan can send her back - but getting there involves almost insurmountable danger. And as Rolan’s feelings grow, could he ever ask her to stay? (WIP, 23/35)

In Service of Magic (Rolan x OFC (Phaere), E Rated, Third Person, Royal/Concubine Femdom AU)

In Service of Magic 16,371 words. Rolan has long cherished the dream of being the one to break Queen Phaere’s curse. For her incredible magic library, of course - although her preference for male submission is secretly rather enticing. A shame that his arrogant tongue has already made him enemies in court… (WIP, 4/25)

Fast Times in Faerûn Series (Rolan x OFC (Lennie), E Rated, Third Person, 80s Camp Counsellor AU)

Short Shorts (And Cold Beer) 2,597 words. Lennie has had enough of Rolan’s shirking ways. When she finally confronts him over it, things get a little more heated than expected. (Complete)

Other

As You Wish (Rolan x GN Reader, E Rated) 2,441 words. Rolan wishes to be your obedient service sub… and you take full advantage. (Complete)

Bunchflower and Leeblossoms (Rolan x GN Tav, T Rated) 3,127 words. Rolan wishes to learn Druidic magic, and Tav is very happy to help. More than flowers bloom. (Complete)

Nailed (Rolan x F! Tav, E Rated) 2,003 words. It's hard to get a strap in the Shadow Cursed Lands. Luckily, though, Tav has her trusty warhammer - and its nice, thick handle is just the right size to blow Rolan's mind. (prompted by barbwillbrb <3) (Complete)

Other Stuff!

Sharp Teeth Rolan portrait, commissioned from luinen-bluewater <3

18th Century Rolan feat. ripped stockings, commissioned from orangekittyenergy <3

Phaere x Rolan Portrait commissioned from Goromimii <3

Nailed illustration by Viv/HoldingTwoPens! <3

Steel Weave Tav Backstory Bash.

Rolan, Cal and Lia backstory headcanon

Claws Out! (goofy lil Tara & Astarion fluff, there might be more in future if I’m feeling silly)

Rolan NSFW Alphabet

Rolan Finds Tav’s Sketchbook prompt, GN Tav

Steelweave Tav x Rolan “Ship in 5 Minutes”

Ballet AU Rolan drabble

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Request/ask guidelines. In case it’s not absolutely obvious, I’m here for subby Rolan only!

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generally #cabbage writes and #cabbage answers are where the fun stuff lies on this blog! Or #cabbage trash for some filth ;)

And, as always, there’s much more Rolan writing to come.

[sangonohyuka]

anon asked: ooo i have an ask! somnophilia with mean dom soobin x f reader?

💭 ANON IM GIGGGLING KICKING MY FEET BECAUSE OH MYGOD THIS IS SAUR HAWWTTT 💢💢 IMAGINE SOOBIN TAKING HIS WORK FRUSTRATIONS OUT ON YOU WHEN HE GETS HOME.....

warnings: NSFW, sub! fem reader, consensual somnophilia, pussay eating, fingering too, dirty talk, degradation, a little thigh slapping, i am sleep deprived no proof reads, like always sorry for any mistakes ;;

mean! dom soobin who had such a rough day at work— starting from the non-stop work assignments to the ridiculous amount of arrogant clients he had to deal with. whatever this sick joke the universe played on him, soobin is for sure not happy about it.

by the time he completed his work, the sky was already dark— the office getting less and less busier by every minute. of course, working over time is no doubt draining both mentally and physically, but soobin couldn't care less at this point. all that matters to him now is that he's finally leaving this damned workplace, free from all of those workload.

when soobin entered your shared flat, the room was already dimly lit. it was quite odd since soobin is used to your cheery presence greeting him into an embrace— but tonight, nobody showed up to give him a hug. curious, soobin attempted to peek inside as he tried to get his shoes off, finding out that the living room's lights were already off– the television being its only source of light.

soobin lets out a relieved sigh when he found your figure laying down on the sofa, peacefully asleep with a messy blanket that's barely covering half of your body laid upon you. it was indeed already late and you probably dozed off while waiting for him.

"cute." he smiled, leaning over the sofa as he eyed you from above.

the way you look right now reminded soobin of an angel— so innocent with your lips slightly pouted, chest slowly rising up and down as you breathed softly, and the oversized shirt you're wearing slightly riding up– exposing some of the skin underneath it. the sight before him sparked something within, and soobin knew damn well that it's something that he needs to get rid off as quickly as possible.

"you told me you wanted to try this out, right?" his finger caressed your cheek softly, gentle enough to keep you in the deep slumber.

"why not try it out now, hm?" soobin didn't wait for an answer.

he kneeled in front of you, gently pulling away the blanket that was covering you before discarding it to the floor. here he is now, sat face-to-face with your sleeping figure and a mischievous smile plastered all over his lips. delicate fingertips ghosted over your skin before softly sinking itself into your flesh as soobin pulled your thighs apart, giving him access to your core. he leaned in closer with his lips bitten, desperate for a taste as he slid your shorts away.

"shit." soobin cursed under his breath as he eyed your now exposed cunt in front of him, unbelievably aroused by the idea of him mauling you in your peaceful sleep. he wasted no time and dipped his tongue into your hole, moaning at the sweet taste as he wets your clit with his drool. a soft grunt escaped your lips as you twitched in your sleep, leaving soobin with a cocky smirk on his lips. "let's see how long you'll last before i have you shaking underneath."

soobin placed his lips on your clit gently before mercilessly sucking on it, dragging his tongue across as he eyed you— practically railing you with just his glare only. the way he sucked on your clit was plain evil, no way your sleeping state could endure all that smothering for a much longer time. his movements were slowly snapping you out of your deep slumber, your subtle moans grew louder by each lick he gave.

"n—nh–s-soobin?" you stuttered confusedly, head still fuzzy from getting woken up abruptly. you can't help but let another lewd gasp escape your lips as he dipped his tongue deeper. the pleasure were starting to overwhelm you, leading you to unconsciously trapping soobin between your legs as you closened your thighs out of sensitivity.

annoyed, soobin let out a scoff before grabbing your thighs— roughly spreading them appart and holding it in place as his eyes visibly darkened. "did i ask you to move?" he growled, earning a meek whimper from you in response.

"n—no, 'm sorry." you apologized, not wanting to anger him any further.

"you wanna cum, don't you?" he slowly stood up as his hand grabbed the inner part of your thigh— his face is now only inches away from yours, hovering right above you. the sight of his messy locks covering some of his face were driving you insane, incoherent whines were starting to form in your throat. displeased by your lack of response, soobin scoffed. without any warning, you felt a harsh sting on your inner thigh followed by a loud slapping noise, earning a gasp from you as you flinched underneath soobin.

"i asked you a question." he leaned in even closer, your forehead almost touching with his.

"y—yes! p-ple–ease!" you choked out, not wanting to anger him any further.

"then be a good girl and let me fuck you up."

[dayeongi]

Commissions open!

My name is Ale (pronounced like Ah-leh), Dayeong is also fine, (pronounced like Dah Young). I'm a 1995 baby.

I speak 2 languages decently (English and Spanish), two enough to get by and have a conversation (French and Korean), and another very poorly (Japanese). I have a BA in Foreign Language Teaching.

My ethnicity:

I am hispanic. I'm aware using the name Dayeong can be misleading so making that very clear! Dayeong is a name with very special meaning to me, and it was gifted to me.

She/her. I'll figure the rest of it later. I may have adhd who knows (not me for sure)

My ships:

Shikatema, Naruhina, Inukag, Peeniss (Or Everlark I Guess)

I ship many others but those are my main ones.

Other things I like and often engage with:

Jane Austen, KPOP, Kdrama, art and fashion history, sewing and other textile arts, painting, The Hunger Games, tarot, linguistics, foreign language education, anthropology and history in general. I also love all shades of teal and purple.

Blog stuff

This blog is relatively "clean". I won't shy away from cursing, or clinical discussion of body parts.

My nsfw blog @dayeongiapresdark

This blog is a safe space for LGBTQ+ people. I am a supporter of bodily autonomy at all ages, secular education, and freedom of religion. I'm passionate about social justice.

Additionally, I'm not about anti, or terf bs.

If there is anything I'm not tagging and you'd like to be able to filter out, feel free to let me know through my ask box.

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SETTING SUN AU series in AO3

Shika/Tema, Kankuro/OC, Naru/Hina, Modern Royalty AU

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76K words, 17 ch, Complete. - Gaara and Temari hide in Konoha after the assassination of their father while Kankuro works to unearth the culprit.

DAWN

2.8K words, oneshot. Complete. Two and a half years after the end of SETTING SUN, we catch up with the sand siblings and Shikamaru

ULTRAVIOLET

ONGOING Five years after the end of SETTING SUN, Shikamaru and Temari are reunited again by the pursuit of truth.

SUNSHINE (working title)

-Planning stages, NH- Each of them tell the story of their first love differently. For one of them it was unrequited, for the other, the story of star-crossed lovers.

FIGHTING DREAMERS (idols AU) -- TAKEN DOWN (I'm going to re-work this)

Pop Idols AU

Shinobi Entertainment has opened auditions for their new survival show. 150 lucky contestants will go through several missions and fight their way to the top of the top 20, who will debut as a coed group for a limited amount of time before turning into trainees.

Who are you rooting for?

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[llycaons]

now that I’ve gone through the entire tag (some pages twice) it’s time to settle down and sort through the one thousand, eight hundred (!!!!) works in my marked for later. not-so-quick note on my personal preferences, and what you can expect to be included or excluded from my rec list

so, in general my favorite fanfic tropes can be categorized as hurt/comfort and angst with a happy ending. as reflected from the source material, I read and may recommend works containing graphic, disturbing, or potentially triggering content, including writing related to sexual assault, grief/mourning, trauma, and suicide. I will summarize each work, but please note the tags and warnings on any fic listed here if that’s a concern for you.

on the flipside, I do not read works that end unhappily - all these end hopefully at the very least. no main characters will die who aren’t already dead in canon, wx will always be together or getting there (or, in the case of sad flashback-era fics, will eventually get there), and many of these works reflect themes of healing, recovery, and finding peace. I’ll make note of any exceptions, but there are pretty strong preferences for me, so there won’t be many. and I like sweet and fluffy things too, as well as humor and interpersonal drama and worldbuilding and action - there will be a mix of various types or works

this is an 18+ rec list! explicit works will be on here in any category. additionally, what else the author has written may or may not affect whether I rec something, but I’ll make a note if I know there’s an issue. I also can’t guarantee all authors will be vetted, but I can make a note for authors whose works I trust completely not to be weird or gross

fics recommended in this list are guaranteed NOT to have the following, and please let me know if I mistakenly included anything containing them:

pedophilia/csa, teacher/student relationship, sexual ageplay, or any couple with a canon age gap (even nhs with mxy, or lxc with jc)

incest, including wwx with jc, and jin ling with lzs (the canon incest may be mentioned, but I find that comes up rarely in works I read)

romanticized rape (incl. sex under duress or when unable to consent); everything under the umbrella of ‘noncon’, ‘dubcon’, fuck or die, sex pollen, sex curses, drunk sex scenes, warprize, nonconsensual (or even consensual) somnophilia, necrophilia, etc - unless treated as a traumatic experience - I have several SA recovery works bookmarked and in my MFL

*note on novel ‘canonical kinks’ - a couple of fics do obliquely reference rape fantasy, but they’re few and far between, and there are no actual scenes depicting it. I will mark them so readers will know

abusive wwx or lwj (or anyone not already abusive)

dark!wwx or lwj (🙄)

xy/xxc unless it’s treated as fucky

genderbends/cisswap

fics feminizing wwx - some gray area since he’s gnc in the novel and I really do like seeing that explored; there is one exception to this rule and it will be marked

RPF

A/B/O

cop AUs

CEO wwx or lwj (except for parody)

character x reader

h*rry p*tter

asexual or demisexual wwx and/or lwj: I don’t have an issue with any other characters being aro or ace but they just didn’t come up very often

plus more that I habitually avoid and assume everyone following me does too, but I’m drawing a blank rn. feel free to message me to add more

due to personal preference, there will be also be no, or very little of the following:

crossovers

meet-cutes, hook-ups, breakup fics (even if they get back together), friends with benefits, fake dating/relationship

self inserts

reincarnation

soulmate AUs

age regression (even if non-sexual)

camboy/stripper/sex worker/brothel/courtesan AUs (they’re usually awful but I do have one exception)

kinky stuff besides bdsm. not what I’m here for

*bdsm fic is not something I particularly seek out or enjoy, but since it’s kind of unavoidable so you can expect a fair amount of that

*like I really dislike reading orgasm delay/denial but it’s everywhere so *shrug*

*spanking and more specific kinks like petplay, watersports, inflation, tentacle shit, etc. will not show up since I don’t like them

any reference to the PM kiss unless it’s treated with the gravity is should be

time travel

youtube/socmed, high school, robots/androids, sports, office, assassin, spy, royalty, science fiction, idol, shapeshifting, reality tv, celebrity, mafia, actor, professor, military, or fairy tale AUs

significant canon divergence AUs

significant fix-its

junior-centric (and anything where they’re shipped with each other or anyone else)

fics over 3 chapters (with a handful of exceptions)

Hanahaki disease

mpreg: obviously trans men and and do get pregnant, but I’m wary of anything tagged mpreg since generally speaking, this type of fic is quite weird about trans men. also some mpreg is literally about cis men getting pregnant which like...???

threesomes...sorry, there are just no good ones that people write very much about

podfics/video format

fics that try to pretend like myu was a good mother lmao

I have the tag ‘oblivious wwx’ blacklisted so that might tell you something

if jc is there, people are probably bullying him, but I dislike fics written by jc haters as much as by uncritical jc fans

drawn-out miscommunication for the sake of romantic angst. super annoying

juniors shipping wx 🙄

I have ‘possessive lwj’ blacklisted but this is also something else that’s sort of everywhere; if it’s present it’s either recognized as a flaw and well-controlled, or isn’t very significant

also, the only couples I really read about or rec are

wx (number one, baby - most other couples are usually background sorry but nothing overshadows Them)

mianqing

yanqing (MAYBE)

songxiao

xuanli

nielan (background only)

xiyao (as a toxic or past relationship only)

cssr/wcz (background only)

ONE instance of wq/jc

one-sided nhs/wwx

yaoyang lmao

wq/wwx, sexually but not romantically. like platonic BM-era comfort sex

+ random one-offs like wlj/wq, jc/jzx, and others, perhaps (??)

if you’re still reading, thanks <3

[danagoestorehab]

100 reasons to go to rehab

because i actually really do want to be better not bitter.

because all i have wanted for so long is to have a sense of community.

for my mental health to improve and it is tragic and awful and i can't deal with it.

for my physical health to improve which is also tragic and awful but to a lesser to degree.

to address the millions of past traumas that i have always buried away.

to sort out familial ties which i also always ruin.

to sort out my eating. that's very difficult.

so that i do not have to carry on feeling this way continuously

because the seaside is nice

because i want a sense of belonging

because i am emotionally unstable and its hard

because i want to have an actual life

to stop funding war in columbia with my personal choices

to stop rotting a hole in my nose

so i don't have any nightmares anymore

so that i can have a bad day without feeling like the worlds ending

so that i can stop disappointing people

so that i can do better things for other people

so that my internal organs do not fail

so that i can attempt to karma balance the bad things that i have done if thats even possible

so that i can run a marathon with rob

so that i can stop being a covert narcissist

so that i can wake up in situations that i do not want to run away from

so that i do not feel constantly drenched in guilt and shame

so that i can do volunteer work

so that i can make friends with new people

so that i can learn to form healthy relationships

so that i can learn to live not survive

so that i no longer feel the need to lie

because i forget that drugs are actually illegal and therefore a crime

because i want to be a person that others can depend on

because i do actually just believe in the goodness of others

because i want to be able to make nice memories

because i want to be good for people

because this country is probably sick of me

because then i can keep up with appointments

so that i can do things based on rationale and reason instead of fear

so that landlords in cardiff dont have to hate me

so that i can get out of this vicious cycle

so that i can actually use my bike

so that i can learn more from other people

so that i can teach others things so that they don't have to learn the hard way

so i can stop writing apology letters

so that i can make people proud of me

so that i can find a reason to be proud of myself

so that maybe one change i make inspires others to change also

so that my drug dealers can find healthier means of maintaining an income

so that there is more free space in nhs hospitals

so that i stop being sick all of the time

apple will have less data to use for marketing because i will not be permanently attached to my phone

because this is all i have thought about for the past decade or so

because even very terrible people deserve second chances

because listening to the same three songs on repeat whilst catastrophising my life endlessly is not an existence

because i contribute an ungodly amount of disposable vapes which is funneling climate change and i reckon given the chance i could stop being so self obsessed and dedicate myself to a reusable or other coping mechanisms.

because i feel like the stray cat that we feed will be disappointed in me

because russian roulette is not a fun game

because other people are constantly being hurt through my actions and inactions

because other people believe in me as well

because i have a believed to be cursed painting i found by a road in my room that i found in which i jokingly refer to as my 'dorian gray' and i don't really want to look at it any longer

because lloyds can only issue so many new debit cards

because even at a minuscule level, the straws and baggies used are probably responsible for trapped fish in the sea

because i haven't been to the beach in a year

because i really want to live long enough to see another year

because its tiring being tired

because my skin is not very good

because if everybody got clean there would be minimal crime

because the shop i work at are really really reallly sick and tired of me

because i don't sleep very well at all nowadays

because this really is my only option

because i definitely have a vitamin d deficiency and going outside more would help

because i genuinely want to be more selfless

because the priory gets a drunk dial at least once a year and that needs to stop

because i still havent replaced my flatmates toothpaste

because people can be good and kind and dependable when given the chance even if they seem like cowardly cowardly custard

because lorna is lovely and i have put her through a lot

because i am sick of setting other people on fire to keep myself warm

because i am sick of using bad metaphors

because there is more to life than my own four walls and i am literally trapped

because its pathetic playing the victim card any longer

because keeping up a pretense is exceptionally hard

because i'm almost at 100 reasons and i haven't had to pause for longer than a second to think of another reason why

because i don't want to doom myself to a fate never destined for me

because i am sick of being a repeat customer at medically assisted detox

because even the bad characters in books are felt empathy for sometimes

because i had written this on my calender

because this was a new years resolution for many years

because relocating to spain and changing my identity is excessive and also unlikely to succeed

because my fish deserve to be rehomed somewhere nicer

because i want to be able to take care of a plant without it dying

because sweet dee is lovely and probably sick of me and she shouldn't be

because my actions affect others and the fact that it does replays continuously on my mind

because i keep on doing things when i get anxious and, like my other issues, denying it

because i originally am from england and it seems destined to address my trauma where it started

because i hate whichever sad awful terrible version of me is presented to other people

because i am a waste of a masters degree

because people don't just deserve second chances but third chances and fourths and people really can be good and true and kind and better when they need to be

because i would love to find out more about other people

because writing 98 issues was way both too easy and way too difficult for me to write

because my daily horoscope app has been insanely accurate and i have the screenshots to prove it

because i so desperately believe broken people can get better if they really try to be

[fadedseas]

inconsistent flowers: part i

Druig x Makkari

Part 1 of __: daffodils

Tags: Flower Shop AU, Modern AU, No Powers, Canon Divergence

Summary: Druig is a cantankerous flower shop owner trying to get through his day. Makkari just wanted flowers for her new apartment. Or the flower shop AU no one asked for. 

Chapter Summary: He turned, trying to compose himself back into his customer service smile (or in actuality, his mildly blank stare, which was the least offensive face he could really make according to Kingo) for the customer. And then for the first time in a long time, when his eyes met hers - his mind just went blank.

TW: cursing

Word count: 1222

Druig scowled at the delivery man in front of him. Goddamn it, this was going to fuck up his day so badly. 

“What do you mean you can’t take them back?” he gestured towards the seemingly endless buckets of yellow daffodils that crowded his store, mocking him with their cheery sway in the wind.

The delivery man glanced once again at the clipboard once again, “Nah mate. Look, your order said 500 stems of yellow daffodils. So I brought 500 stems - there ain’t anything I can really do about that now.” 

“I definitely put in 50! 50 stems! What the fuck am I supposed to do with 500?” Druig’s finger skimmed his temple in frustration, “You know why people get yellow daffodils? People get yellow daffodils to give to their nan in hospital!” He fanned his arms around him, “And from what I’ve seen, the NHS hasn’t fucked up that badly yet!” 

The delivery man shrugged and Druig could see that his attention had already begun to stray to his next delivery. “Put in a complaint with the company for the error then. You can probably get a refund for the extra stock. Sorry, nothing else I can really do.” With those parting words, he jumped quickly into his truck and sped away, leaving Druig with ten times as many ugly flowers than he ever wanted. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, running his hand through his hair. What was he going to do now? Kingo wasn’t scheduled for his shift until later that afternoon. Customers would be coming in soon - yearning lovers, congratulatory parents, hopeful engaged couples - people that were likely not looking for yellow daffodils. 

Druig bent down and began to drag a bucket towards the door that had Olympia Flowers scrawled on it in delicate white font. What was that disgustingly sentimental American saying Ajak always used? Make life out of lemons or something? Druig gave a cursory glance down at the bucket. They may not be lemons but they’re the same damn color. That must count for something at least.

*

Druig was still fiddling around with some yellow daffodils when he heard the bell to the door ring, trying to integrate them in as many arrangements as possible. Turns out that there weren’t a lot of complementary colours that went along with yellow. 

“I’ll be with you in a minute,” he shouted over his shoulder before giving up and shoving five stems in there with some purple hydrangeas. It was ugly as shite in his opinion, but hopefully some poor guy with a scorned lover would be desperate enough to pick it up. 

He turned, trying to compose himself back into his customer service smile (or in actuality, his mildly blank stare, which was the least offensive face he could really make according to Kingo) for the customer. And then for the first time in a long time, when his eyes met hers - his mind just went blank. 

She was tall and slight with her hair falling in a braid down her back, across the expanse of her red shirt. But it was her eyes that got him, warm and brown, and skimming over the length of his store, touching on the atrocious amount of yellow daffodils to land on him. Her lips spread into a smile and Druig cleared his throat before speaking. 

“Can I help you?” 

There was a moment as she furrowed her brow before pulling out her phone and beginning to type. Assuming that she was pulling up an order or texting someone for clarification on an arrangement, Druig waited patiently for her to finish, only to raise an eyebrow as she slid her phone across the counter towards him. 

Hi! I’m Makkari. I’m deaf and looking for some flowers for my apartment.

Druig nodded with her name bouncing around his head, Makkari. Makkari. Makkari. He gestured towards his lips questioningly and her responding smile and nod made his heart beat a little faster against his will. 

“Alright, did you have a particular flower in mind?”

Makkari pursed her lips, glancing around before fingering the stem of a yellow daffodil in a vase on the counter and raising her eyebrow quizzically. 

Druig sighed, “Unfortunate delivery mistake. Look I’ll give you a free bouquet of yellow daffodils with anything you buy today - I’ll give you one now actually - you’d be doing me a favor by taking them off my hands.” 

Her eyes brightened with amusement as she typed into her phone. Well I like to support my local businesses so how about peonies? My roommate loves them. 

Druig smirked, “Luckily for you, we have that in store.” He turned to pull some peonies from storage behind him. He returned, bending under the table to rip a sheet of brown paper to wrap them up in. “You know I assumed you were more of a calla lilly girl to be quite honest.” 

Oh yea? Why’s that? 

Druig finished wrapping up her peonies and yellow daffodils, tying their respective bouquets with a flourish of twine. He shrugged, “Most people like them - they’re pretty and usually die within a week so it’s not a long commitment.”

Makkari’s nose wrinkled. Too delicate for me. I’d probably kill them within a day. 

Druig’s lips twitched, “I feel completely good about handing these flowers over to you then.” 

Her chuckle could’ve brightened the room if it weren’t for those dastardly daffodils that already had that covered. Makkari leaned over to playfully snatch them from his hands, setting them down on the counter. Don’t underestimate me.

She looked up, glancing at his name-tag and moved her fingers accordingly. 

“That’s my name?” Druig asked, “Can you do that again?” 

Makkari smiled and repeated the actions slowly and Druig clumsily tried to repeat them in her wake. 

Pretty good for your first time! 

“And what about your name? How would you sign that?” 

She moved her fingers again, slowly going through each part of her name. Druig attempted to repeat it again, committing every move to memory. 

“Thank you, Makkari.” 

She nodded in response, and her eyes caught his. Druig swallowed hard; it was difficult pulling away from their warmth as she turned away. Then she swept out of the store and was gone, leaving only the memory of her smile and the vague scent of cinnamon in her wake. 

Druig stared at the door for a moment, noting the emptiness of the store. He pulled out his phone, searching up BSL tutorials. For educational purposes, of course. He couldn’t be derelict in his customer service after all. 

*

Makkari was always used to feeling so aware of her body, her limbs, her breathing. As a sprinter, it was an essential part of her training. But as she exited the store, she could never remember feeling so…weightless. 

She strode down the street, trying to not to crush the flowers against her chest and telling herself that the warmth in her cheeks was due to the brisk London air rather than the piercing eyes of the handsome flower shopkeeper. 

She and Sersi had been procrastinating on decorating the new apartment for a while now, but who knew what a random pit stop during a coffee break could bring?

Makkari knew that Dane would be starting his new job at the museum soon…perhaps she could surprise him with some flowers.

ii. daisies

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A/N: I know I was supposed to work on what died didn’t stay dead this week but I watched Eternals and was hooked on these two. And then I noticed a tragically small amount of modern Drukkari fanfics and decided to write one myself! So let me know what you think!

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[cravingsfromatwistedone]

MY REGULAR INTAKE [ FIC / NSFW ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: DID THIS IN ONE TAKE BECAUSE OF A THIRST THOUGHT!! FRIEND PERSUADED ME TO PUBLISH THE THINGS I WRITE ON RANDOM SO EXPECT SOME MORE!! ( I HAVE TO DIG SO IT'LL TAKE A WHILE!! )

TW: FELLATIO/BLOWJOB ( MALE RECEIVING ), IMPLIED SECOND ROUND, SLIGHT FEMDOM, IMPLIED MOMMY KINK ( FEMALE ), USAGE OF PETNAMES ( ?? DOES THE TERM MOMMY GO HERE??? ), SLIGHT PRAISING, CUM SWALLOWING, SLIGHT SWEARING/CURSING, SLIGHT EDGING (???)

[ SMOOTH MECHANIC] ROY X FEM! READER

"Ah♡, w-wait I think I'm going to—"

Bucking his hips forward, the male let out a stuttered sigh of satisfaction as pleasure coursed through his cock; shivering when the lady below him eagerly swallows it all. Despite already cumming into her mouth, she soon bobbed her head up and down in an all too familiar rhythm that was currently too much for him to take; he's still in the afterglow of pleasure after all. Grabbing a fistful of hair into his palm, the male involuntarily pushed her head to him, her nose pressing against the flushed skin as her tongue lewdly swirled around his throbbing length. "I love that you're eager but—Nn~nh♡— Can't ya give this old man some—Fu~uck♡—r-rest?" With a gasp, the tight wet warmth that was encased around him was pulled away abruptly as an audible pop was heard, her lips wet with spit before licking them off with her tongue.

"I could stop now if you'd like" She says while lightly kissing the underside of his cock. Her tone had a teasing tilt to it, her voice soft and low as a whisper but the pressed tone to her words came out in a purr. "But I'm nearly....Ha~ah♡...Halfway there... So—" With those pleas coming out of his mouth, he was quick to press his reddened tip against her lips, parting them open in an effort to continue the heated session and yet her hands that were placed around his thighs grew tight; allowing her to promptly move away from the tip. With a whine escaping his lips, the male was beyond desperation as he tried to buck his hips upwards, wanting to have his leaking tip in the warm loving embrace of her throat yet her grip remained firm

"You said you wanted to rest didn't you?" He shook his head erratically, chest heaving as he babbled out words that didn't even form a single functional sentence. He was far too caught up in wanting to ease his knot that was slowly unraveling by the minute. Wanting to rile him up even more, she blew hot puffs of air on the male's cock, watching it twitch in an excited manner "I don't know what you want unless you tell me, you know?" God, he knew how it's her way of paying back for all the times he's teased her in bed, prolonging her sense of relief for a torturous amount of times and now, he's on the receiving end of it for once. Mustering up the last bit of his courage and throwing out his dignity out of the window, he hopes that what he pleads is enough to sway her; with another hope that it'll be a session of a lifetime

"F-fuck♡... I'm so close..So close to cumming in your mouth..Ple~ease... I wanna cum inside your mouth, Mommy♡..." A wide grin replaced the thin line on her face, eyes visibly brightening up. "That's my good Roy" Akin to a switch that was flipped, she parted her lips open and greedily took his neglected cock down to her throat with a much more renewed vigour. Spit and saliva began to pool out of her lips as the intensity of his throbbing grew higher and higher. It nearly knocked the wind out of him as to how the knot in his stomach unexpectedly bursted midway. His body trembling as bobbing of her head slowed down and the wondrous noises of her gulping down his white concoction made his skin flushed more than before

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

Fever Dream

(Written for @sicktember prompt #1 - Fever! I finished it in time for the first but didn't have the energy to edit.)

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Angels didn’t get sick, precisely

They didn’t have bodies that were, strictly speaking, physical, and therefore couldn’t harbor any of the illnesses that plagued mankind and other earthly creatures.

An angel could, however, burn through enough of his own grace that his corporation began to malfunction.

He would then, as it were, fall ill.

This happened to Aziraphale far more often than to other angels.

A weak constitution was the general explanation; too much time mucking about on the strange old planet, not enough time bathing in the glorious healing light of the celestial sphere.

When he was down on Earth, he was always prying, poking, trying new things, many of which had never been approved, could have any manner of ill effects. He knew he should show some proper restraint, withdraw a bit more from the world, but he couldn’t help himself.

And when he did return to huddle miserably in a recovery ward, waiting for the chills to pass and his temperature to stabilize, Gabriel would always visit, dropping broad hints about the pressures of fieldwork and the under appreciated glory of a solid administrative career. Offering all kinds of advice as to what, exactly, a proper angel would cut out of his life if he wished to better focus on his ordained duties.

And so, when the symptoms next came upon him—muscle aches, irritability, sweat and chills until he didn’t know if he was hot or cold—Aziraphale decided to wait it out on Earth. It would only take a few days to recover and, anyway, he had business to attend to. Important business that could not wait.

“Angel, are you sure you’re alright?” Crowley demanded, a glint of gold just visible between black lenses and furrowed brow.

“Yes, I’m perf—” he turned his head to cough lightly, but an odd spasm came over his throat, transforming it into something deep and hacking that left his ribs aching and his brow dripping with sweat. “…tickety-boo,” he muttered, turning back to his mug.

“Keep it down,” hissed the demon, glancing around the common room of the inn. Perhaps one or two people had glanced over, but nothing out of the ordinary. “People will think you have the plague.” The last two words he barely mouthed.

“My dear fellow, do be serious. I have hardly any symptoms of the plague.” Only the last part sounded more like sybtobs otha blayyyg.

He cleared his throat and tried to sniff, which started a complicated chain reaction that ended with a mouthful of what he hoped was spit.

As Aziraphale’s eyes went wide with alarm, Crowley quickly pulled out a deep red handkerchief, which the angel gratefully spat into. Unsure what to do next, Aziraphale folded it over and offered it back, but Crowley leaned away, face contorted in horror.

“Oh, ah… thank you, then?” He took a quick glance inside and immediately wished he hadn’t, grimacing at the color of what his body had produced.

“Just… just eat your soup,” Crowley muttered, waving a hand at the bowl he’d been toying with until it was hardly above room temperature.

Aziraphale had ordered it thinking a bit of warmth would be lovely, as he’d been shivering fit for midwinter morning. But after one mouthful, he’d found himself sweating, tugging at his collar to relieve some of the heat. Now he could feel the shivers coming on again, but he couldn’t warm it back up. Until the illness passed, any miracles would just make it worse.

“Right,” Crowley said as Aziraphale poked at something that might have been a parsnip. “I’m going to be out of town for the next few weeks. Temptations all up and down the continent. Might take the rest of the season. Unless…” Using that lilting voice that suggested a coin flip might be imminent.

“Mmmh.” Aziraphale looked mournfully into his beer, finally hazarding another sip. The taste of hops struck him at the back of the throat and he quickly expelled the rest back into the mug. “Sorry, m’dear. Not this time. I got…” he waved his hand, waiting for the rest of the words. They didn’t appear to be forthcoming. “Things,” he finally said. “In the city. Until at least…” He rubbed his forehead, but it was hard to think when it was so cold. He pulled his heavy coat back on, bundling up.

“Oh, well. Things. Obviously can’t take you away from things.” Aziraphale nodded miserably, trying to focus on his bowl. “Angel, look,” and as Crowley leaned close, there was something new in his voice, something that sounded rather like concern. “You sure you’re alright? I mean, there’s nothing… nobody…”

Aziraphale blinked, his eyes feeling… sticky. What was Crowley getting at? He should really be more direct, clever Serpent, it was hard enough to think in all this heat. He struggled out of his coat, dabbing uselessly at the sweat on his forehead.

“Oh for Satan’s—are you cursed?” He hissed the last word even softer than he’d said plague.

“No,” the angel said, resting his head on his hand until his neck recovered enough strength to hold it up again. “M’not. S’just… things!”

In his attempt to gesture with both hands, Aziraphale forgot one was already occupied and very nearly wound up face-first in the soup.

“Azir—!” Crowley rounded the table in an instant, tugging him upright again. “What has come over you?”

“S’rry. People staring? S’not… not… proper.”

“Angel, you’re—you’re burning up!”

“Not. S’cold.” Then an icy hand touched his forehead and cheek, and Aziraphale groaned, trying to pull away.

“What the Heaven is going on?”

“Toldya. Things. Illness. From… from…” he tried to gesture with one arm, but it weighed too much to lift. “Being a… bad angel…”

A heavy sigh. “C’mere, you.” Crowley hauled him to his feet.

Aziraphale was pleased to find he could stand, just that his spinning head and aching limbs made it unpleasant. He couldn’t remember where he was supposed to go, but there was something solid nearby to lean on and a hand on his waist, guiding him forward.

It wasn’t until they reached the stairs that he realized something wasn’t right. “Crowley! This is—we—we can’t—where—what are you—”

“I’ve got a room upstairs.”

Aziraphale squinted dimly towards the upper floor. “Yes…?”

“Yes. And you, Angel, are in need of a bed.”

But.

But it was improper! Scandalous, even, talking of rooms, and beds, or rooms andbeds, or any combination thereof, particularly in the singular form. What if someone saw? An angel and a demon, bad enough, but two allegedly respectable gentlemen?

Or, wait, was one of them currently presenting as a woman? Likely not Aziraphale, though he sometimes lost track, but Crowley, well, that could also be hard to tell, but he seemed to have a good amount of jewelry and no facial hair, so there was a chance.

Still, male or female, angel or human, there would be rumor, gossip, talk about the town! It would get back to Heaven! This was worse than being thought weak and improper, Gabriel would think him some sort of reprobate!

Crowley paused, one hand on a door. “This is me. Um. I’ll go back down if it makes you feel better.”

What? And have all the rumor with none of the satisfaction? The shame of spending a night in a demon’s bed without the pleasures—oh, he knew what Crowley got up to. One of the Seven Sins that was, and Aziraphale would not be tempted into joining. No, not he!

“Right. Nh. Going to help you out of some of these layers, then I’ll go.”

Go? Go?After Aziraphale had come all this way, come so very close? No, he’d spent centuries imagining how it would be, and he’d never be truly satisfied until he had a reality to compare it to. Aziraphale very much wanted to know what Crowley looked like while he slept.

Yes, Crowley, Sloth is one of the Seven Sins, a demon should know these things.

And while Aziraphale had the general idea clear enough, he still had questions. Did Crowley snore, or did he breathe softly? He certainly would sleep on his side, curled up, but how heavy would his head be, pillowed on Aziraphale’s chest? If they talked, would his words become slurred as he drifted off, or would he listen quietly while Aziraphale spoke, running his fingers through bright red hair?

Come to that, how did his hair feel, or his cheek, or his lips? Aziraphale hadn’t thought much about lips, generally, but now that Crowley was always hiding his eyes, well, they had become the focus of his face, and that presented fascinating possibilities, ones that Gabriel certainly wouldn’t approve of, but he’d always been too curious for his own good. And really, what was a harmless little experiment between—

Oh, good Lord, was Aziraphale talking out loud?

He clapped his hand over his mouth, eyes wide with horror.

But Crowley chuckled, resting a hand on his shoulder; in only his undershirt, he could feel it so clearly—ice cold, but not unpleasantly so. “Your secrets are safe, Angel. Lay down.”

Too embarrassed to object, Aziraphale crawled into the bed and let Crowley pull a blanket over him. “Keep that on, yeah?”

“S’hot,” the angel whined. His voice sounded very odd, slurred, weak. Perhaps that meant Crowley hadn’t understood his rambling before.

“I know. Just try.” Something cool and damp wiped his face and Aziraphale sighed with relief. “Has this happened before?”

“Mmmh. Over an’over an’over.” In Heaven, they would assign him a recovery room, to sit alone and reflect on what he’d done to earn himself the illness, on what he could do to better serve in the future. Gabriel always had good suggestions.

The being alone. That was the worst part. Hated that.

Crowley was talking. Something would be right there, beside the bed. That was probably important, but the angel was already asleep.

In Aziraphale’s dream, Gabriel told him over and over that he’d failed again, that this was his own fault, that he was a terrible angel who didn’t deserve… something.

Possibly anything.Again and again, the Archangel took everything he valued—his books, his sweets, his day at the theater, the beauty of the sunrise, the way humans smiled at each other after many days apart, and something else, something far more important, but the name was forbidden—

Again, something cool pressed to his forehead, his chest. Fingers raked through his hair, helping the sweat to evaporate. “See?” A voice murmured. “Better already.” But everything was getting grey and distant again.

Now Aziraphale was in a room, an enormous room, empty but somehow still cluttered. All the things he loved were here, hidden, and Gabriel ordered him to find them all or they’d be destroyed. He searched frantically, among endless piles of brown packages, and found most of them—books and smiles and sunrises—mixed in with kettles, mittens and (for some reason) cat whiskers. But the last thing, the final thing, the important thing was still missing, and the room grew hotter and hotter—

“Try this now.” Something supported Aziraphale’s back as he sat up, leaning against… a thing… a thing that meant warmth and safety. A mug pressed to his lips. He wasn’t sure what he drank, but it felt good. “Now let’s get you settled again.”

He didn’t go down easily, though, reaching and writhing, somehow grasping the safe thing, pulling it close. If he let it get away, Gabriel would destroy it.

“I see. Alright. You stay there.” Fingers through his hair again, more resting lightly on his shoulder. “I got you. Nothing’s going to—”

Reality tumbled away and he was falling, possibly Falling, the voices of Gabriel and Michael and Uriel all around him, insulting him, taunting him, asking him why he hadn’t filed form HX-3 in triplicate. He clung desperately to the thing he needed as the temperature rose, more voices joining in, every voice. The Hellfire licked at him, even as he trembled and shook uncontrollably. This was the end, he would die here, he’d never said—

“Crowley!” He called, desperate. “Crowley don’t—don’t leave me!”

The thing he held shifted, and now there were arms wrapped around him, protecting him. “There we are. Not going to leave.”

It was too hot to bear, but still he burrowed closer. “Crowley, please. I can’t—I—I need you!”

“Not going anywhere, Angel. Not ever.”

“Crowley!” The Hellfire burst within him, a flash of heat up and down his body, his limbs, his soul—

And then he was… exhausted.

The shaking faded, the heat and cold gone, though he still found himself covered in sweat. Nothing remained but a strange sense of calm.

Still clinging to his lifeline, Aziraphale drifted off into a proper restful sleep.

He opened his eyes to find the late evening sun slanting through an open window. The blanket was largely twisted around his legs and the bed below him was oddly hard and lumpy, even if it was nice—

“You’re looking better.”

Aziraphale scrambled up in horror to find that the thing he’d been laying on—clinging to for dear life—was six feet of rumpled, uncomfortable-looking demon. A demon he vaguely recalled saying some very revealing things to…

“Oh, good Lord.” Aziraphale’s face burned again, but not from fever. He covered, his eyes turning away. “Crowley—you—you—how—”

“Gah! M’sorry!” He heard Crowley push himself upright, sliding away. “I—I—I shouldn’t have—didn’t mean—”

No of course not. It wasn’t as though Crowley shared his strange desires, his secret obsessions, his awful curiosity. Crowley was a—a perfectly normal demon who would have no interest in prolonged contact, particularly with a most clingy, damaged angel…

“What must you think of me?” he moaned.

“Stupid, stupid demon,” Crowley grumbled. “I saw you panicking but I didn’t know—shouldn’t have assumed—”

“What is wrong with me?”

“Crossed a line, and—and now look—”

“I’m a terrible, foolish, needy…”

“Didn’t want to take advantage—I’m sorry!”

“I’m sorry! Wait…” That wasn’t right. Aziraphale cautiously lowered his hands to see Crowley sitting frozen with the glasses halfway to his face. “You’re sorry?”

“Mnh. Yeah. Cuz… cuz I’m the one who…” his eyes dropped. “You seemed upset. Scared. I just… I made it worse, didn’t I? Shoulda known you wouldn’t want…”

“But…” Aziraphale swallowed, trying to recall anything clearly. “I… I seem to remember… propositioning you. Repeatedly.”

Crowley’s face turned red, but he smiled. Not his confident swaggering smirk, but something awkward and genuine that Aziraphale hadn’t seen since Eden. “Not… repeatedly. N’I’d hardly call it… besides it was… you know. But!” His fingers twisted on the metal frames of his glasses. “But, look—I don’t—you aren’t responsible for—for the things you say when you’re sick, ‘specially things you don’t mean—and I—s’my responsibility not to—” He ducked his head even further. “Just wanted to help. Shouldn’t have assumed… that you meant… what I wanted…”

“What…” Aziraphale reached out but couldn’t quite touch him. “What you want?”

“Um.” Golden eyes flicked up. “You’re… not the only one who wondered about… the sleeping stuff. Who doesn’t like to be… alone.” He cleared his throat. “Or, at least, I thought—”

“I believe I told you I needed you.” His hand hovered over Crowley’s shoulder. “I meant that. Precisely the way you took it. I—I meant most of it.”

Crowley’s eyes blinked, very slowly.

And the next moment, they were swept into each other’s arms, Aziraphale once again clinging to his friend like a lifeline. “I don’t think you’re stupid,” he managed.

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you.”

“Thank you,” Aziraphale pressed closer. “Thank you for staying.”

When they broke apart, Crowley was as bright red as Aziraphale had felt at the height of his fever, glasses back in place, staring fixedly at his own legs. “So. Mmmmh. Now what?”

Aziraphale considered that question more carefully than he’d ever considered anything.

“I think… I’m recovering…”

“S’good.” Crowley shifted as if to stand.

“…but still very tired. I should probably rest another night?”

“Yeah. Um. Yeah. Do you—I can go?”

“Do you have somewhere to be?” His heart started to fall, until Crowley shrugged.

“I do, but… not urgently.”

“If you have the time there’s… there’s something I’m curious about.”

“Well. Big fan of knowledge, me.”

Aziraphale carefully lay down again, keeping his arms wide. A moment later, Crowley took a deep breath, set aside his glasses and joined him.

It turned out that Crowley’s head on his chest was the perfect weight. That he did indeed curl up, though in the most convoluted ways. That in his sleep, Crowley’s breaths were gentle and soft, much like his hair, and he tried very much to keep talking on the edge of consciousness even when he didn’t have much to say.

As for the kissing, well—certain observations did not need to be made public.

(AO3 link later today...)

[leyswold]

if you kin or simp for these 4 congratulations you’re my new best friend

WARNING: HAS SOME SPOILERS

1. Akito sohma

I don’t know the first episode I saw her I was like is this love? WTF MA’AM LOOK AT ME. I’m still salty she left me for Shigure. Season 3 fucked me up bad I love the Kyoru and Yumachi moments a lot but seeing Shigure meaning a manipulative bitch has me wanting to slap him.

2. Shen jiu (not shen yuan)

mf’s backstory has me crying tearing up print outs of Yue Qingyuan because STUPID QI-GE YOU DON’T HAVE 2 BRAIN CELLS DO YOU? I do not take criticism for kinning him go read his back story he only had qi-ge left in his life and YQY didn’t have the balls to come thru and tell him. I will forever hate Mu QingFang because bitch delivered medicine late to Qing Jing purposefully. In general I hate all the Peak Lords except SJ (LQG is still funny at times so kudos for that) because they ratted him out ヽ( `д´*)ノ.

3. Nie Huaisang

is it even a surprise this man is gorgeous af and bruh the amount of grief the resonated from him when NMJ died was enough to make me read and write canon-divergent fanfics where NMJ didn’t die and NHS didn’t have to suffer. Bro the fact that he revived Wei Ying surprised me and the bird scene the symbolism bro...... and yes he has a fan I have a thing for men/women with fans and green eyes. Don’t lie Nie Huaisang had us all fooled.

4. Zero Kiryu

ever had a crush that just doesn’t seem to leave you yea that’s what happened to me. And yes I still re-watched vampire knight twice this year because nostalgia and I was bored. Big mistake. I was contantly pointing at the tv either crying or cursing out Yuki because bitch who leaves THE perfect man and goes to your incest crazy brother. Bruh and Zero still loved Yuki like bro.... SHE HAD BOTH THEIR KIDS (mind you I love their daughters especially Ren because awooga she gorgeous and is exactly like her father). So yes I have a lot of bad blood with vampire knight’s ending my mans died and that piece of shit still lived what you expect.

5. Seth (Ennead)

SEASON 2 IS HERE WOOH AND IN THE FIRST CHAPTER WE SEE SETH BEING THE SAVAGE HE IS. Anyways as the last 4 Seth has well a lot of trauma. My guy is too beautiful to exist so he got well........ Anyways great character development ISIS AND OSIRIS SUCK MAKE THEM UNEXIST. And would you look at that he got Zeus on his simp line too. Seth might start out as a shitty abusive character at first but trust me you’ll learn to love him soon enough. His coping mechanisms aren’t well working anymore and Anubis is hating him. He’s a great father and husband no matter what.

 wtf why did you read all of this? You just wasted 5 minutes of your life congratulations. This is just a pre-exam stress rant if you’re wondering. But yea if you kin for any or all of them dm me let’s have a talk about them sometime.

[ibijau]

I saw the new comic and thought "does that imply lxc and nhs have been cursed for the same amount of time and lxc is just that much better at adapting?" Which would be very funny. But then I thought, maybe lxc was cursed several years ago and the clan gave up on him, but now is lwj old enough to seek out assistance on his own?

looool, I hadn't thought of that, but it'd probably be true!XD

nhs's curse is a very recent thing, and he kinda found wwx by accident while trying to get his brother help.

I'm not sure it's been years for lxc, but it has indeed been a while, so he's learned to make the best of it and probably doesn't expect to ever return to his true form at this point...

I don't know if the other Lans gave up on him, but lwj is definitely the only one who thought that asking a curse specialist about the situation could be a good idea

[oswaldsleftbicep]

If nh characters were living in the human world, what kind of clothes/aesthetic you think they would choose??

the boys and their modern fashion aesthetics

i've been waiting for this one; turn it up!!

genre: other

cw: a singular curse word in ricardo's part

Lucia

❧ i feel like his vibe would be like casual and comfy, but still well put together

❧ all of his clothes match well and he never looks sloppy

❧ if he ever wears button downs he always leaves the top few buttons undone

❧ his signature piece is probably a pair of sneakers that he's had for years and refuses to get rid of

Levy

❧ right off the bat i just knew he'd have a dark academia aesthetic, maybe even a bit of light academia??

❧ the point is, you take one look at this man and immediately know that he's smarter than you and spends copious amount of time at the library

❧ i feel like he'd avoid wearing blue jeans just because they match his hair too well and he doesn't wanna look like a walking swatch of blue

❧ his signature piece is probably a vintage knit sweater that he found at a thrift store when he was a teenager

Mefy

❧ he's got like a darker soft boy aesthetic, very comfy and put together

❧ even when he's at home he looks like he's ready to go out or something, like he changes out of his pajamas as soon as he wakes up

❧ he hardly ever wears shorts; the only time he does is when it's ridiculously hot outside, but other than that he wears pants

❧ instead of a signature piece, he has a signature color: green. he always incorporates some shade of the color into his outfits

Oswald

❧ for him i was getting like a dark cottagecore vibe or whatever the smith's had going on

❧ very casual tho, not one to dress up if he doesn't absolutely have to

❧ he thinks overalls are neat cuz they make him feel more like a gardener, and they keep a lot of mess off of his shirts

❧ his signature piece is definitely a flannel that's gotten so soft over the many years he's worn it

Kaim

❧ even in a modern setting this man would be dressed up all the time, like the pic on the left is something he considers casual

❧ but he wouldn't go over the top and wear a suit when going to the grocery store; he's got class but he isn't a devil's advocate kid

❧ if you asked his what his aesthetic is tho he wouldn't have an answer for you, so let's just keep it at he likes to look nice

❧ his signature piece is a really nice watch he bought for himself after some major accomplishment

Mikael

❧ ngl i had a hard time finding pictures for what i had in mind for him, but his aesthetic is very clean, flowy, and somewhere between casual and academic

❧ lots of white and lighter shades of colors, like beige or pastel grey

❧ he'd wear something like what's on the left when he's at home or having a really chill get together, but he wears something like what's on the right for most other scenarios

❧ his signature piece is probably a really fancy overcoat, not quite a trench coat but just as long and flowy

Ricardo

❧ you can't tell me this man wouldn't dress all edgy, like a punk eboy or something

❧ is a slut for techwear, always has straps and chains all over his outfits

❧ his clothes are all mostly black but he'll sometimes have a splash of color for an accent but it'll be red or maybe a dark blue

❧ his signature thing is that he wears a bunch of rings on each hand

Noel

❧ i don't think he would have a specific aesthetic, but if i had to put a label on it i'd say softboy

❧ he doesn't put much though into his outfits but they all manage to look amazing

❧ doesn't wear a lot of bright colors, mostly earth tones or an occasional pastel

❧ his signature piece is probably his shoes; he just gives off the vibes that he wears the same pair of converse or vans for everything

Lucas

❧ his aesthetic is like a softboy/light academia mix

❧ always looking his best; his clothes are always clean and tidy and ironed

❧ like lucia he never buttons the top few buttons on his shirts, which gives his outfits a flowy, carefree vibe

❧ his signature thing is either necklaces or the fact that he always has his shirts tucked in at least a quarter of the way

[wormsound]

THOUGHTS ON NIE MINGJUE

HHHHHHHH OKAY NIE MINGJUE I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ON NIE MINGJUE! most of them are just I LOVE HIM and he deserved BETTER and the rest of them is just kind of incoherent screaming in my brain BUT I shall try 2 make words out of them

OKAY SO tbh I don’t know when my brain decided to get on the love for da-ge train but it did and oh boy it’s not getting off any time soon. I think I watched fatal journey and vaguely considered nielan for A Bit Too Long one time and now I’m just kinda stuck here. 

I honestly didn’t really give Nie Mingjue that much thought at all until I watched fatal journey and then the thoughts came through with reckless abandon. in fatal journey you certainly see NMJ in a very different light compared to what you see in CQL. you see his raw emotion and his thought process, his tactics as a leader and first and foremost you see how he functions as an elder brother. BUT this is bearing in mind all of this is while he is heavily under the influence of Jin Guangyao’s version of the song of clarity. you see much more of how much JGY’s remix is actually changing him and how different he has become in comparison to the Nie Mingjue you see in the earlier episodes of CQL. it is much clearer that it wasn’t just enhancing the resentment of the sword spirit within him. it was enhancing every little feeling and emotion tenfold.

you see this probably the most clearly with the different way he interacts with Nie Huaisang from the start of CQL to the start of fatal journey. when you’re first introduced to NMJ in CQL you see that he is annoyed and frustrated at NHS when he finally returns from galivanting around with WWX, yet it is no more than a sharp look and a sigh, mostly coming from the worry that NHS didn’t come straight home when he said he would. when Nie Huaisang’s actions frustrate him again at the start of fatal journey (when under the influence of the JGY remix) he lashes out at NHS so much that he nearly physically hurts him. of course, he never does because he cares for him so much and not matter how much the song of clarity enhances his rage and frustration, it also enhances how much he would never want to hurt his little brother and its why he never does, because he can’t. when he’s almost completely taken over by it and kills Zonghui and the rest of the disciples, he can’t hurt Huaisang. and even when he is dying he can still fight through it when he sees his little brother. 

NMJ is fiercely protective of his loved ones and his little brother is clearly at the top of that list. I’m pretty sure that his overprotectiveness - particularly for Nie Huaisang - stemmed from his father’s death. when his father received a severe injury from taking NMJ on a night hunt and later died as a result, it left Nie Mingjue - only a teenager – with the responsibility to step up as sect leader, to raise his little brother and to carry the burden of the soul spirit and the curse of the Nie sect. all this as well is weighed down by the fact that NMJ would undoubtedly blame himself for his father’s death and the fact that he was unable to prevent it. this is what shapes him into a strong willed and determined sect leader, strict with rules and discipline. he uses the guilt he feels over his father’s death and channels in into running the Nie sect. determined to keep the Nie sect as strong as possible, he follows the same routes his father and ancestors did; running it in a military like style and continuing to allow sacrifices to be made to the sword spirit. Nie Mingjue knows what his sword spirit will eventually do to him, that he will not be around to pass it on to another generation and the fate will befall to his younger brother. so, when it comes to Nie Huaisang, all NMJ wants for him is to do well within the cultivation world, for him to be able to grow into a strong sect leader in the way he knows he himself will never live to become. he is strict with him because he wants his little brother to be able to be strong enough to never have to burden himself with the sword spirit. and it’s the knowledge that one day NHS may have to that ignites his frustration with him when Nie Huaisang shows so little interest in following in what he wants for him. because all he ever wants is for Nie Huaisang to be able to do better than he has done in his life. he wants to be able to always protect him and it kills him that he will one day be no longer able to do that. so, when Nie Mingjue is dying, when he is qi deviating, the need to protect his little brother is still there, in fact it so strong that it breaks through everything else. the need for NMJ to still be there to protect NHS is stronger than his rage and hate for JGY. in that moment, if JGY hadn’t intervened further NMJ could have most likely been pulled back from that edge. Jin Guangyao pulled every string in NMJ’s brain and increased every little thing he was feeling until he was nothing but a ball of rage and hurt and sadness and a tremendous amount of love and protection for his brother and the others he cared about. it’s why in the end, it didn’t work. JGY still had to have Xue yang cut NMJ’s head off to kill him. he never considered the other parts of Nie Mingjue he was changing when he put his little plan into action, the things that would still anchor him down and keep him human. and in the end, his cruel way of revenge and killing NMJ for his own gain ultimately backfired on him and led him to his own downfall.

what hurts so fucking much about what JGY did to NMJ is that it wouldn’t have worked it NMJ didn’t let it. obviously he had no idea what JGY was doing to him but he allowed him to be close enough for it to work. ultimately NMJ tried to work with JGY as best he could. he was devastated abt what meng yao did and that he had to banish him. he still worries about what became of him after he left and inquires after his wellbeing when he thinks he went to Jinlintai. his true distrust in JGY only starts – quite rightly so - after the events during the Sunshot campaign. and imagine how NMJ must have felt when he saw what JGY was capable of during Sunshot? NMJ saw meng yao, an outcast bullied by his peers and degraded for his parentage. so, he gave him a chance, stood up for him when everyone else was kicking him (literally) to the curb. all JGY wanted was the recognition of his father and NMJ figured he deserved the chance to get that. he built him up and gave him a strong position of power, even wrote to Jin Guangshan to persuade him to recognise his son. but then when JGY turns around and abuses that power he gives him and uses it to get away with literal murder and to crawl his way up the ranks, NMJ would’ve felt responsible for JGY actions because he was the one who enabled him to be in that position in the first place. NMJ had very strong, very rightful doubts about JGY after he killed his captain and his disciples during Sunshot, yet he cared about him in the past and he saw that some of JGY’s actions benefitted the good, and he saw how much trust LXC has in him and he allowed it to sway his gut feelings. you can see as they become sworn brothers that the distrust is still there quite strongly so I like to think that initially NMJ agreed to become sworn brothers with JGY as a way of “keeping the enemy close”. he would’ve wanted to keep a close eye on him, protect LXC if necessary, and partly because he still wanted to see if the good he once saw in him was still there. he wanted to believe that he was wrong and that JGY wasn’t lying. LXC suggested the sworn brotherhood as a way to build a bridge between NMJ and JGY, and honestly? it worked. but only on one half. and that half is Nie Mingjue, not Jin Guangyao.

in order for NMJ to let JGY play him the song of clarity in the first place, the trust he originally lost in him, he must have started to regain again over the years as his sworn brother. he would’ve seen JGY do good work and rise up the ranks, step ‘humbly’ into Jin Zixuan’s place and he would’ve seen how much trust LXC had in JGY. each little thing lessened that distrust to the extent he allowed JGY to know of how the sword spirit resentment affected him, and to trust him enough to let him try heal him. his distrust in JGY clearly never went away completely, but during those 16 years, NMJ trusted him enough to put his life in JGY’s hands and ultimately paid the price for it. 

but this is where I think Jin Guangyao went wrong. he never saw past the rage and distrust NMJ had in him at the start and instead used it as another excuse for his actions. he never considered the fact in allowing JGY to get so close that he could try kill him in such a way, that that was the very reason not to. and even if he did realise that NMJ trusted him again, he was too far in his grab for power to stop. instead, Jin Guangyao took the small amount of distrust that NMJ still had in him, and then increased it and made him feel it ten times worse over and over and over, until NMJ finally snapped with him. JGY made NMJ resentment for him ten times worse for himself to finally give him more means to justify killing him than it simply being that NMJ stood in the way when it came to his grasp for power. but in the end, all JGY was doing was sowing the seeds of his own destruction.

putting aside all the depressing plot stuff for a minute bc if I think abt it any harder for any longer I think I’m gonna combust SO I’m gonna jump back to just how much I LOVE HIM and I just DO I don’t fucking know why, I suppose I have a lil bit of a thing for tragedy and oh boy is the life of Nie Mingjue a tragedy, and I guess I have a soft spot for the “guy with a tough exterior is in reality really soft and goofy around those he loves and cares abt” trope. I guess what I also love abt him is that not many people see it. yes, he has an incredibly tough exterior that many people find it difficult to see past, but NMJ is soft, he is kind and he cares so very deeply about the people he loves. you see him so different once you go back and watch CQL from the beginning knowing the plot and having seen NMJ screaming and sobbing in his brother’s arms, his death looming ever so close on the horizon. You can see past his exterior and realise that he isn’t just Nie Huaisang’s angry older brother. you see him kind and eager and teasing with Lan Xichen and what can be first seen as anger with NHS is really just worry. and… it just makes everything just so much more heart-breaking. Because you realise what’s going to happen to him, what he is going to go through and you realise just how much he never fucking deserved it.

and now I’m very sad and feel like I should go write smthn abt him retiring with LXC and taking up beekeeping or smthn idk I just want him to be HAPPY :( 

i probs could write more but im not gonna bc yikes this got long and probably is just still a bunch of incoherent rambling if it feels like there’s stuff missing there probably is my brain has the thoughts lmao it just doesnt have the capacity to realise what they are and get them written down SO 

tldr;

NIE MINGJUE IS SOFT AND KIND AND CARES ABT EVERYONE HE LOVES SO GODDAMN MUCH AND HE REALLY FUCKING DIDN’T DESERVE WHAT HE GOT

[briapia95]

An analysis, many interpretations, and comments on the interactions between WWX and LWJ in Chapter 25: Malice —Part 3

I feel like this chapter [and the last couple of paragraphs from the previous chapter] is gold and all that happens between those two is so interesting and bittersweet to read. And it also gives me so many feelings because you can feel the yearning in-between the lines.

By this point, they’ve have reunited after LWJ went after the person running away from the man-eating castle and WWX has managed to run away from JC and transfers JL curse mark.

Just by the end of the previous chapter we are given this small piece: [consider that WWX is coming late to the meeting point]

[...] the white-robed figure stood at the end of the street, standing motionless with his head hung low.

Before Wei Wuxian made any sound, Lan Wangji looked up and saw him. After some hesitation, he walked over with a darkened expresion.

Wei Wuxian didn’t know why, but he involuntarily took a step backward.

He could almost see scarlet streaks of blood by the corners of Lan Wangji’s eyes. He had to admit... Lan Wangji’s face really did look quite scary.

So, it’s quite clear to me that LWJ was not angry but instead scared, and deeply scared as that. The novel has stated several times that WWX used to teased him so much and in such a high degree in the past because it was difficult to get a reaction out of LWJ. But now? Now it only took for WWX to take longer than it was expected to get such a reaction from LWJ.

And of course, the man is scared out of his life. The last time he left WWX behind in a hostile situation was also the last time he ever saw him alive, if it was any other character they would not have risked doing so again. But despite all of that, he chose to trust WWX’s judgment and go after NHS so as to not lose track of him while WWX took JL so safety, even when LWJ knew there was a high possibility that JC was around. [which turned out to be correct]

So now he sees WWX coming back to him and it’s such a relief that even in his stoicism WWX is able to gather that something was happening with LWJ [pity he misunderstood what emotions were going through LWJ at that moment]

Now to the actual chapter I was supposed to be talking about:

WWX, having being attacked with zidian and bearing the curse mark, staggers and almost fall if not for LWJ

[...] thightly gripped his wrist like what he did last time, back in Dafan Mountain.

Wangxian.mp3 playing in the distance.

So now we have two things that really made me laugh:

WWX being flustered because LWJ knelt in front of him to look at his wounds.

I love how even as WWX proclaims to have such a thick face, yet he still gets easily flustered by such small things.

And the famous “... I only left for a few [fucking] hours” phrase from LWJ.

I mean I’m pretty sure inside his head LWJ was screaming so many curses because yes. By this point, WWX has been with him for days and nothing has happened to the other man. Not even with the failed evocation at the Mingshi with NMJ arm. And now he has left WWX out of his sight for |this| short amount of time and look at what happened to him. LWJ is screaming and suffering internally. And WWX is downplaying the seriousness of his injuries. Please give the man a break WWX.

And just when WWX starts to walk towards the shop where NHS is located, we get this:

Lan Wangji stood behind him. He suddenly called out, “Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian’s figure paused. A second later, he pretended as if he didn’t hear the name, and answered, “What?”

Idk about you guys but if this is not a heavily charged moment idk what it would be. Because this is the first time LWJ directly calls WWX on his bluff. He’s literally offering him a hand. Tentatively he’s saying “I’m here, you don’t need to hide, you can rely on me”, but at the same time If WWX had chosen to ignore the call he could have easily done so because LWJ is not imposing. Yet WWX chose to tentatively reach back. And IDK, this part causes so many emotions in me, because, for all of what they both remember, their last interactions pre-WWX’s reviving were terrible hostile.

LWJ then states the obvious, 1) you transferred JL’s curse mark to yourself, and 2) you met JC.

And WWX delivers this harsh truth

[...] “As long as both of us are alive in this world, we’d meet for sure, sooner or later.”

Here WWX furthermore confirms his true identity but also I think he implies something quite sad. If he and JC are both alive they’ll keep meeting, they’ll keep hurting each other, and sooner or later one of them will end up dead. And LWJ is not stupid, he catches on quite fast, so he replies:

[...] “Do not go...”

And this little sentence is so many things in such a few little words at the same time. ‘Don’t go meet him, don’t leave me behind, let me protect you, you don’t need to die and leave again.’

And of course, WWX being who he is by this point of the novel, deflects. Because if he’s good at something it's to change the subject and joke around when he’s placed on a tight spot that involves opening-up to face harsh feelings.

[...] If I don’t go, how am I supposed to leave? Are you gonna carry me on you back or something?”

WWX said this because he knew it worked in the past, that LWJ has shot down similar requests in his first life. But, at LWJ’s lack of response, he knew his deflection didn’t really work as he planned to, maybe LWJ would leave the subject to rest but WWX would not be able to tease him into forgetting the conversation.

And LWJ totally does just that, he goes and tries to carry WWX, just like WWX did when they were teenagers, and now is WWX turn to be flustered again.

There’s a little part that stood out for me in this whole scene.

[...] Lan Wangji walked in front of him, as if he really was going to bend down, kneel, and carry Wei Wuxian on his back, despite his honorable status.

And is such a small throwaway line that almost goes unnoticed but it reflects one of the main obstacles WWX has to overcome. WWX does not think of him as an equal to LWJ. And how could he? First, he was the son of a servant, no matter how talented he was in contrast to the second Jade of gusu. Then he was reviled as the Yilling Patriarch, the scum of the cultivation world, in contrast to Hanguang-Jun, the light bringer. He was persecuted and killed and while LWJ was revered. It’s a sad life the one that WWX lived on his first life if you think about it. And WWX is totally aware of these differences in social status and the comparisons other people drew. He might be able to boast that in skill they're equals, but that's it. Outside that he was always regarded as the inferior, that's something I think plays a heavy hand in his belief that the only reason LWJ wanted to bring him back to gusu was to punish him.

As for LWJ’s part, we have this moment after WWX denies being carried

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji responded, “But you have also carried me on your back before.”

Wei Wuxian, “Did such a thing ever happen? Why don’t I remember?”

Lan Wangji answered in an indifferent tone, “You never remember such things.”

First, we have a vulnerable moment when LWJ tries to reminisce a treasured memory and then goes to quietly exasperated with a dash of disappointment. Because as I stated before, I truly believe WWX did remember the time he offered to carry LWJ in his back, the phrasing is too deliberate to be a coincidence, and LWJ knows it too but also knows that indeed WWX tends to forget many things -read Wangxian.mp3 [the entire reason he figured who you were WWX omg]- so he also can't be sure if WWX is playing into the oblivious character he tries to pull or if he truly doesn't remember. So he doesn't press the matter further but also is not going to let WWX tease him into forgetting he's been hurt.

LWJ has evolved, he now actually can take WWX teasing and keep up with it too, that’s why he ends up carrying him bridal-stile. (To WWX further embarrassment). But being the tease we know WWX, he escalates his antics, starting to play with the front of LWJ clothes as he’s been carried -aka flirting, you are not fooling anyone here WWX- and LWJ just goes along with it. And, of course, he will! He waited 13 years for you WWX with no hope of ever seeing you again, he’s not gonna let this chance go to waste.

Then WWX decides to ask what’s been on his mind since Dafan Mountain, “how the [dolphin noises] did you know it was me? And even since the begging too!” And LWJ here chooses to answer him with a non-reply, the kind of when he's saying the truth but he knows the other person will not understand what's he's saying (his favorite form of communication).

[...] “You told me yourself”

I feel like mostly this is a way of defense LWJ uses when he's also avoiding telling people what he really wants to say, either because he does not care what the other interprets and/or is subtly insulting them -see his treatment of JC and JGY- but he will still be courteous when doing so or because he's afraid of the reaction the other person could have if he's being completely honest -WWX rejecting him if he links together that wangxian.mp3 = you've had feeling for me ever since then = I remembered I rejected you so I’ll reject you again. But also is a way of subtly letting WWX in, as if to say, ‘I know you rejected me but my feelings are the same’. And the moment WWX is unable to figure it out this happens:

It seemed as if something had sent ripples through Lan Wangji’s eyes. Yet, the slight waves faded immediately, and his eyes were a still pool of water again.

Oh LWJ you poor suffering fool, I don’t blame him since for all that he knows WWX rejected his feelings already. But also, this is why communication is important guys, non-replies are cool and everything but if LWJ had said something else, anything else that hinted at the reason he was able to recognize WWX, so much pining would have been spared. But alas.

This is getting longer than I expected but there are two more points I want to touch.

When they arrived in front of the door of the room where NHS is staying at and WWX ask LWJ to let him down so that he can open the door. It goes like this

Before he finished his words, Lan Wangji did something that was extremely impolite. It was possibly the first time in his whole life that he had ever done such a rude act.

Carrying Wei Wuxian, he kicked the door open.

And I really love this part.

I remember reading a while back a meta that said that in WWX’s first life LWJ had tried to be the bridge that connected WWX with the “righteous” path, that he was trying to bring him back to the “right and accepted” side, but in WWX’s second life LWJ pretty much says, ‘I’ll walk alongside you in any path you chose’.

And this paragraph is LWJ's character evolution in a nutshell. It was shown in little glimpses before like with the scene of WWX finding the secret stash of emperor’s smile at the Jingshi or the whip scars on LJW’s back. But nothing is so blatantly stated regarding this change in LWJ’s character previous this moment. The “I will stay with you and help you forge a path where we can both walk freely” is this small moment when LWJ prefers to keep WWX in his arms and just slam the door open than letting him on his feet to open the door because it's the proper thing to do that we know LWJ will always choose WWX and not try to find compromises as he did on WWX’s first life. Something that goes against everything he was taught about property probably. And he’s doing it without a single hesitation. If that’s not love and devotion I don’t know what it is.

And now, the last part I wanted to bring into attention; right after LWJ startles NHS when kicking the door open and walking with WWX on his arms:

Acting as if he didn’t see anything, Lan Wangji carried Wei Wuxian inside and put him in the bamboo mat.

LWJ just showing so much care for his beloved Yilling Patriarch. He will make sure that WWX is safe and comfy before continuing with this very serious investigation. All because on WWX’s last life, LWJ was not able to provide him this sort of affection and care he always wished for. But now he’ll make sure as hell that he’ll be able to bring comfort to his beloved, no matter the situation because he actually can do it and he sure is not going to be wasting this second chance.

And that’s it, I feel like this chapter is Wangxian in a nutshell. The chapter underlays the feelings, characterization, interactions, and arcs that will be explored through the rest of the book. And it’s why it gives me so many emotions while reading it.

Omg, this turned out so much longer than I thought. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk I guess xD

[more rambles]

[bedlamgames]

Q&A #100

Yes, been a hundred of this things. Totally a meaningless milestone which is one of my oldest tags on here (assuming any are left after the purge...) still I thought I’d do something for it. 

Specifically I’ve gone back over the old Q&A’s and found some favourite questions and answers which I’ll be including in this after the usual round of outstanding ones. Possibly also with some extra commentary where appropriate. 

Anonymous said: Hey. Any pair of characters connected by an Owned relationship/reputation seems to crash the game if you use either one of them on an assignment. Any chance of this being fixed?

- That should be sorted in yesterday’s update. 

Anonymous said: Got a Forest Goblin with both Dancer and Clumsy. This seems like a very strange combination, but imagining it kind of makes me want to laugh my head off.

- Agreed I think that just works due to being amusing. Less poetry in motion and more of a limerick. 

Anonymous said: In No Haven 0.871 the trait " Elementalist: Air " does not appear when using the estimate value function.

- Cheers for pointing out that oversight. Will sort.

Anonymous said: Hi sory english isn't my native langage, In No Have 0.871 TF Edition I have aquired a slaver But with a bug first i don't know how i acquire her and two she had noting , no name no perk jus a little description i will copy the full examine optin on it : - - - - ExamineName: Race: - Sex: - Status: - Reputation: Traits: Condition: 0 Will: 0 Estimated Value: 0 has a flat chest, a regular pussy, and has an unremarkable ass. She is the same size as most goblins, and .She is . 

- That looks like an empty character in all respects. I believe there was an issue with Ritual Casting where that could happen and is now sorted. If you see it happen again please let me know what you were doing when they appeared. 

Anonymous said: Hey Bedlam, watched stream where you discussed not selling slaves debuff, thing is i always imagined slavers being in this business for fun and pleasure first, and gold second. I mean why else would they agree to live in some Skyrim style, long abandoned really, hard to get to fort in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by hills and marshes(at least that how i imagine it)? So maybe you could make something like,"no new slaves, or slave training for X days, getting bored" or something like that?

- It wouldn’t be too harsh at all. Just a bit of a poke to encourage that you’re business model is based around being a slaver over the leader disappearing to the coast for a week and returning with suspiciously large amounts of gold. In that case you’ve got to think that your slavers might feel that they’re surplus to requirements :D

Anonymous said: I hope you're happy for taking so many hours of my life away from me lol. But playing this again; got a question about NH. Any plans on making some rival groups that we can interact with? Diplomacy, getting tribute, ect. It would be kinda cool to have rivals that push you along 

Glad you’re enjoying it! 

Likely yes. There’s ways currently now to set up a few ways to get tribute every so often. More groups though who are more hostile than the not-witches in the marshlands or the mistress of the Ensnared Rose are sure to be a thing sooner or later. 

doof-ex-machina said: Have you read the Gorean saga by John Nornan? If yes, did it influence your vision of the No Haven world? Gor explores a legal female-oriented slave system, yheah, but there are pretty close similarities with NH in regards to the numbers of ‘fodder’ and the ways of training. Anyway, me personally thinks your world is even better because magic and draenei/succubi boobs, duh.

I haven’t but I am aware of them in general. 

NH is a lot more equal opportunities than Gor where males doing it to females, females doing it to males, and all possible variations of that including others like futanari and sissies are likely to happen. Still high praise indeed, thanks!

And now onto some old questions starting with one from before where I realised beginning to combine these might be a good idea. 

onedrift from 2015:  Trying this again...what's your coder fuel of choice? Red bull, Monster, coffee? None of the above? Soon to be bimbofied slavemakers want to know!

- Heh, totally giving my nationality away (if it wasn’t blatantly obvious already) but the fuel of choice is copious amounts of Earl Grey tea.

Anonymous from 2015: Hiya, been a fan of your work for a long time, captions and games thanks for making them, but a question regarding whorelocks revenge, is it possible to get the tangle infection and bonds of insanity? in all my time playing them I never had either I dont think.

- Not in the current version. Basically I wasn’t happy with the implementation in terms of how they were removed so I disabled them for a bit till I can sort it out… which unfortunately has lasted quite some time.

Soon as I got this No Haven update done they’re top of my list of things to sort in Whorelocks.

(Oh zogging hell. Still not done that yet... Extenuating circumstance for sure with NH taking off and WR was still in RAGS at that point, but even so)

Anonymous from 2015: This is probably a poor place to respond to your open-ended poll question, but have you looked into Twine?

- I’ve looked at Twine and when I one day get round to Rough Landing 3 it’s definitely going to be done using it, but to me it looks like an incredibly poor fit for working on No Haven.

(Oh past me why would say such a thing even if it did make a lot of sense at the time. Let’s hope that guy was wrong)

Anonymous from Q&A #1: Title image is hype, cant wait for next update. recall you mentioned that you had enchantments planed for the update after next (or something there abouts) how far ahead have you planned ahead and any spoilers for the update after this one? :D

- Why thank you! I have several pages bullet pointed of what I have planned along with what I have in my head. For stuff not in the next update I’d say not counting more slave training assignments and options and more assignments in the other areas the big bits of content outstanding are;

Way more potions. (Still do do)

Enchantment/cursing of items system.  (Also still do do)

Crafting Devices. (Also, also still do do)

Ways to manage encampments when they get to large by sending slavers/slaves to new areas to provide ongoing gold/supplies along with the occasional assignment. (Oh dear, also, also still do do)

More stuff for you like going on every assignment, bad ends for some of them, more interactions, being enslaved and so on. Basically lots more sub and also some dom content for when you’re not managing the encampment. (Woo progress made! Bad ends for some assignments going on are indeed a thing. Still work to do as I do want to give Crossbones and Into the Depths the QAYL treatment sometime)

Special events that will occur every so often that will affect things be it for good and bad. This will include a way to get a lost slaver back though perhaps forever altered by their experiences. (Woo again this is done. Definitely could do with more done with)

Encampment reputation to reflect a slaver’s standing with how the other slaver’s see them. This will includes slavers becoming slaves and visa versa. (On a roll now as a great deal of this implemented)

More biomancy options and improving thanks to a multi-part assignment. There will also be other multi-part story based assignments. (Partially done and the biomancy multi-part assignment has been started)

And a bunch more basically but those are the priorities after this next update. Probably not all in the same update though.

Anonymous from Q&A #6: I would play the hell out of Paranoia set in No Haven.  

- Temptation to give slavers and you conflicting secret societies and agendas rising.

Y’know like…

Dire Panthers: A mottley band of young savage orcs, amazons and trolls out to raise hell by breaking stuff, setting stuff on fire and generally being a nuisance to everyone.

The Cooperative: A dedicated group of Frozen Queen cultists out to oppose the Human Empire by working together to make things better for the common people… till you know the Queen awakens and buries all the land in eternal ice.

Mage Smashers: Magic iz like wrong an’ stuff! We smash dem in dere stupid face till dey not so smart.

Fellowship-Fel: The denizens that lurk beyond our reality and infect our dreams with tainted nightmares are our friends! We must expose ourselves to as much corruption as possible to make ourselves like them. We see no flaws in this plan whatsoever, you see the chorus of whispers in our minds entirely agrees with us.

Psion: No changes need to be made whatsoever from the original version.

Trekksters: …and I think that’s enough of that, or further evidence of why I shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near RAGS or indeed tumblr when I have my old sourcebooks nearby :D

(Also apologies to most of you who have no idea what that was about!) (This is still far too much of a good idea)

Anonymous from Q&A #17: 2/2 and another hilarious one: Your succubus slave Jaeil was not looking so hot right now so Virholen just held her close and told Jaeil that everything would be alright. Jaeil was oddly quiet everytime you looked in on them and you wonder if they have resigned themselves to their fate. Condition: 45 (Change: 20) - Will: 47 (Change: 15)

After their mistreatment Jaeil sees no reason not to only care for them self as clearly no one else will leaving them hardened and even outright cruel. usc++

- You win best bug report in ages, that is beautiful :D

Anonymous from Q&A #37: Will there be other spirit races in the game besides wisps, such as undynes, gnomes, and dryads? And finally Im new to patreon. I decided to pay for the your character teir but ask for a unique because I dont really understand it. Is the “play your character” a scenario or what? And where do I go to talk with you on what I would like for it?

- True story, I had to google undyines and for ages I couldn’t work out what you were referring too as so many of the results were of that character from Undertale :D

Undines themselves would be no, but I do have a water spirit of a kind planned. (Still do!) Gnomes no, as I’m happy with Hakh Dwarven and the various Goblins as my short races. Dryads absolutely yes, and will be one of the advanced races. See the last Q&A for more details of those.

Thank you for your support! Those options are for those that want to play a specific character that isn’t available in the standard options or design a specific slaver that you can have in your encampment. If you want to see some examples of ones others have asked for before on the playable character front then Orc Wright Raptor, Lago’Mae Scholar or Goblin Underground Potioneer would be a good ones to look at to start off with.

As for the unique slavers then pretty much any of the slavers available under Strong Right Arm/Recruiter.

How much detail you want to go into is up to you. If you want to say oh I just want a Kitsune lady who likes to pole-dance then I’d put something together for your approval, or you can go full on detailing everything about them from their art, description, traits etc. and I’ll work with you to the point I’m happy having it as an option in the game. (Note: If you want an entirely new race like the Golems you need to go for the lore tier given the significantly larger amount of work involved)

For discussing please send me a message on patreon and we can take it further from there.

One thing to bare in mind is that patreon only charges at the end of the month, and so while I’m more than willing to talk it out, if you want to me to do a lot of work on your request I’m going to need to see a pledge go through first. It sucks I know, but this is the unfortunate reality of the internet that alas trust can only go so for.

I’m always happy to discuss things though, I really am, and some people have asked to pay some of their pledge upfront via paypal to get round this which is not a problem if that’s what you want to do.

valhallaimmortan from Q&A #47: I managed to get a elven smith who makes fancy armor that is usually masterwork quality, and equipped my ‘Basher’ Squad with it, the Basher’s are all Ogre’s who I recruited and I have a alchemist who seriously creeps me out with how many petrification potions he has been pumping out. I also like the Lago'mae Scholar how now the Lizard man is using her as his new project… poor Scholar… and I got to ask is it actually possible to recruit a keldan from the keldan mission in the city?

- I love this question, absolutely adore it, and you made the patron who requested the lizardman unique really happy when I mentioned it to them. If people want to send in their favourite/amusing/interesting slavers/slaves that have resulted from generation and gameplay I might do a tumblr post series on them called ‘Tell me about your Character’.

As to the question yes she should be on the critical result.

Anonymous from Q&A #61: Silly question. For clothing and armor, what in your mind is the major difference between micro, and impractical? I can’t really visualize a difference between the two when reading armor/clothing descriptions. Scandalously short is divergent enough that it creates its own image for me. The other two seem as if they would be interchangeable, but they aren’t since there is a distinction so what is it?

- Yay silly questions are always the best questions. Okay micro is where you have outfits that are recognizable bits of clothing but it’s incredibly brief so a skirt that’s more a belt than actually trying to cover anything whatsoever and/or a bikini top so teeny-weeny that it doesn’t even cover all of the nipples. Completely impractical though is the kind of clothing beloved by a certain kind of fantasy art which just doesn’t make any kind of sense whatsoever where looking good trumps any pretension of realism, and the only way it could stay on is either with copious amounts of glue or magic being involved.

Anonymous from Q&A #66: Hello again! I’m the guy who asked about the post-slave [slaver] titles. I’m going to very respectfully push the idea that ex-slaves should get unique titles. First, I honestly think having the unique titles is cooler. It’s more interesting to send a Chosen, an Acolyte, and a Hedge-Witch on an assignment than it is to send three Slavers. It’s a rarity thing, sort of? If you get a character who qualifies for one of those things, it’s a BIG DEAL. Secondly, it already changes with jobs, so…

- Alright, alright, you’ve twisted my arm :)

That should now be included for the most recent update along with a couple of new titles so that all of the more rare traits (not counting crafting ones) should have one. Let me know if there’s any issues as while it was a fairly straightforward change I didn’t get a chance to test that particular bit.

Thanks for reading and here’s to another hundred of these. 

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The missing person’s file for Robert H. Langley Jr., held in the Conway Police Department of Conway, New Hampshire. It’s contents include:

One (1) copy of missing person’s poster printed and distributed by Mr. Robert Langley Sr.

One (1) copy recording surveillance camera footage from Green Granite Inn, Conway, NH

One (1) written statement given by Mr. Robert Langley Sr.

One (1) written statement given by Mrs. Tabitha Langley

One (1) written statement given by Ms. Ashley White

One (1) written statement given by Mr. Christopher Fields

One (1) copy recording of voicemail message left on Mrs. Tabitha Langley’s cellular phone

One (1) 2003 model Subaru Forester (impounded)

One (1) leather wallet containing:

credit cards of Robert H. Langley Jr.

New Hampshire state motor vehicle license of Robert H. Langley Jr.

CONWAY NEW HAMPSHIRE POLICE INVESTIGATION TIMELINE OF KNOWN EVENTS MISSING PERSON CASE #3754 - MR. ROBERT H. LANGLEY JR. SUBMITTED JULY 10TH, 2004 5:02 PM

July 2nd, 2004:

7:13am – Mr. Langley (hereafter noted as RL) is recorded by CCTV surveillance leaving his room at Green Granite Inn in Conway, NH. Cameras monitoring parking area show RL leaving in silver Subaru Forester, turning right on Route 302.

11:37am – Ms. Ashley White (hereafter noted as AW) seen entering RL’s hotel room with room service cart.

11:58am – AW seen leaving RL’s room, continuing with morning rotation of room services.

5:43pm – Mrs. Tabitha Langley (hereafter noted as TL) receives phone call from RL’s cellular phone number. Voicemail recording picks up. It is indistinguishable from static.

6:32pm – TL attempts to return RL’s phone call. RL’s phone’s voicemail picks up.

July 3rd, 2004:

10:03am – TL attempts phone call to RL’s cellular phone. Voicemail picks up.

11:15am – AW returns to RL’s room for service.

11:17am – AW leaves RL’s room after inspection.

7:15pm – TL attempts phone call to RL’s cellular phone. Voicemail picks up.

July 4th, 2004:

9:15am – TL attempts phone call to RL’s cellular phone. Voicemail picks up.

10:45am – Front desk staff of Green Granite Inn call RL’s room. No answer is given.

11:45am – Green Granite Inn manager Mr. Christopher Fields (hereafter CF) recorded knocking on RL’s room, entering after no answer is given.

11:55am – CF leaves RL’s room.

12:03pm – TL attempts phone call to RL’s cellular phone. Voicemail picks up.

12:13pm – TL attempts phone call to RL’s cellular phone. Voicemail picks up.

12:31pm – TL attempts phone call to RL’s cellular phone. Voicemail picks up.

12:46pm – RLS attempts phone call to RL’s cellular phone. Voicemail picks up.

1:07pm – RLS makes first contact with Conway Police Department looking to file missing person’s report.

1:11pm – Officers dispatched to Langley residence and Green Granite Inn.

1:45pm – Statements taken from RLS and TL.

2:06pm – Statements taken from AW and CF.

2:15pm – Police and canine units dispatched to trailhead marker #43.

5:28pm – Leather wallet of RL found approx. 3.7 miles from nearest maintained hiking trail. Marked 1A on map.

9:00pm – Search called off for day.

July 5th, 2004:

6:00am – Search teams dispatched. No further evidence of RL found.

July 6th, 2004:

6:00am – Search teams dispatched. No further evidence of RL found.

July 7th, 2004:

6:00am – Search teams dispatched. No further evidence of RL found.

July 8th, 2004:

6:00am – Search teams dispatched. No further evidence of RL found.

July 9th, 2004:

6:00am – Search teams dispatched. No further evidence of RL found.

July 10th, 2004:

6:00am – Search teams dispatched.

3:51pm – Digital camcorder found at base of cliffside marked #1B on map, approx. 2.3 miles from location of wallet.

The file box has been removed from storage and placed on the desk of Detective Angelo Ramirez, a new evidence bag and post-it note left on its cover. The post-it reads:

Ramirez,

Pair of hikers found this over the weekend way out in the park. Serial number comes back to Langley. Can’t make heads or tails how to run it. Figured you’re better at this shit than me anyway. No rush. Not like we’ll be finding anything but a body by now.

Drinks after shift?

Pat

Within the evidence bag is one JVC model GR-D33 digital camcorder in poor condition. Its memory card has been removed. What little recoverable footage it holds has been reduced to short clips of variable length as well as occasional still shots clear enough to be seen. The contents is as follows:

One panning shot of young growth pine trees. Behind is what appears to be an abandoned settlement dating to the mid 1600’s. Langley’s voice can be heard from behind the camera. “Oh, man. It’s really here. Oh shit this is crazy!”

1 – 5 second shots in quick succession, each turned towards the trees surrounding the abandoned settlement. Odd shapes can be seen within the branches. The clearest shot reveals what appears to be the skeletal remains of a human leg among them. Langley: “Oh. Ohhhh man. Is that-? What the fuck? What the fuck were they-”

Still shots of the buildings within the settlement, most distorted by varying amounts of static. Langley’s voice can be heard but is too distorted to be understood.

Langley cursing as he stands in the middle of the settlement. The camera pans wildly back and forth. When it stills more human remains can be seen littered among the buildings, skeletal but undisturbed.

Static. Langley’s voice can be heard over it: “Hello? Somebody there?”

Further static and distorted imagery. Langley can be heard breathing and his feet seen rushing as the camera turns toward the ground.

More pine trees, these older and curved at odd angles. Langley shouts: “Who are you? What the fuck are you doing out here, man?” His question is followed by a loud crackle of static which cuts the picture.

Langley’s voice over a black screen. He sounds as though he is becoming more desperate. “Where are you? Where are you where are you where are you where are you?”

A single still frame lasting approx. 1.5 seconds of the entrance of a naturally occurring cave. It’s mouth is unusually dark given the time of day.

Langley’s voice, strained and further distorted by static: “Hello?! I know you’re in there! Who – what the fuck are you?!”

The camera has zoomed in on the darkened opening of the cave. The picture distorts, an odd, rounded shape appearing to manifest in the shadows before the static becomes worse, multiple pitches of crackling audio building.

A second voice not belonging to Langley can be heard through the static. “ALL.”

Something can be seen moving in the cave through the distortion. The picture cuts out.

Langley can be heard screaming.

A final shot from the forest floor. Langley’s form writhes unfocused several feet away. It stills suddenly and is dragged off camera.

This shot is held for the next 36 minutes, until the camera’s battery runs out.