#and arguably touched by corruption

[brain4stew]

I was wondering if u could do something with this post https://www.tumblr.com/brain4stew/776674413350404096/forsaken-killers-with-a-deceased-so-perchance

But make it like a part where boom their body's are suddenly gone and now there suddenly alive but the killers don't believe it at first!! if possible then just a lil fluff.

I really wonder where you people get ideas from… 🧍‍♀️ DID YOU STEAL MY BRAIN JUICE?! 😦😦 /J

But yes, I shall make this for you, anon. 🙂‍↕️

Those that do not know what post the anon is referring to, it is,

This one.

(Note: Characters may be ooc, since I do not know how the characters actually will work/be like!)

That being said, here is your request under the cut! ;

1x1x1x1 (1x4).

We all know that this creature is the embodiment of hatred, right? And he had you as their lovely s/o.

However, you were dead. You were a minion for a while, a special minion.

But after a round where 1x4 was the killer, and she killed every survivor, and won. Imagine her shock, when you’re gone.

Now just imagine, his hatred but now tenfold.

Way more relentless in rounds, bringing actual hell on their victims. (Survivors.)

But one specific round, she sees you alive.

He doesn’t believe it of course, and kills you for a few rounds. Before he notices that very same look you always have, when you were alive, and didn’t die.

Another round, and they immediately starts rushing to find you. Ignoring every and all survivor now, surprisingly.

When she finds you, oh, when she finds you again… She won’t leave you be alone ever again.

He’s practically growling at any and all survivor and killer within your vicinity. He just doesn’t want you to die again…

In private, they’ll be scared to touch you, let alone hold you. But as you reassure them that you will be alright, they can’t help but hug you, hold you close, and pepper your face with kisses.

You both fell asleep with each other again, cuddled up with each other. 1x4 obviously is the big spoon, scared that you’ll be gone the moment she wakes up again.

John Doe.

This poor, confused and corrupted guy…

His corruption was far too bad when you were dead. That his corruption ended up corrupting the killers and survivors a bit.

He doesn’t notice that you’re alive, as he kills you for many rounds, until a survivor yells out your name, to warn you of him.

He pauses his hand, mid-strike, stiffening up.

Did he hear that correctly? His s/o? Alive again? Couldn’t be…

When he glances down at you, he is arguably… Shocked and confused.

He lowers his hand, hesitating for a while-

You ended up tackling him down into a tight hug. He’s shocked by your sudden strength, how did you manage to tackle him down?!

He’s glad you’re alive however. So each round where you’re in it, he searches for you, and stays by you everytime. His corruption gradually becoming stable again.

(The survivors and killers that were affected by his corruption also became free of the corruption.)

He glares at anyone, everyone and anything near you. He quite literally does not trust anything near you, afraid that you’ll die once again.

In private, he’s clingy as hell. He always has to have at least one singular claw on one of your fingers.

He’s hugging you, and cuddling you quite a lot. He missed you, a lot.

Jason.

Jason was still and is still killing each and every survivor, until his mother tells him that your body, is gone.

He’s scared, livid also! Did your body get taken? No, because then someone would have to go inside his room, and search for both you and his mother’s head…

He’s more feral this time, killing anyone and everyone. He doesn’t notice it, as he kills you for a few rounds, until…

His mother, recognized you. She immediately tells him to stop, and to look closely at you.

He does as told, stopping his attacks, and looking at you closely. Oh. My. MOTHER. (😇)

He drops his machete, and chainsaw, before rushing to you, and hugging you closely. Not caring at all that the survivors are looking.

In private, you and him will be making diy’s, knitting, learning and listening to his mother. Listening to what she has to say about her youth, and learning how to do and make things.

He also hugs you a lot, tensing up whenever a survivor or killer is nearby you.

Mafioso.

He’s relentless in rounds. Killing any and all survivor, in debt or not, he does not care.

He always watches over his goons, practically glaring death daggers at them, if they ever are close to your capsule.

Imagine his shock and horror when his boss, Eunoia, tells him that you are gone. You disappeared. Your dead body, gone, vanished.

He immediately rushes back to your capsule and his boss after his round of being the killer, and sure enough… You’re gone. Eunoia has already sent some goons to look for you, whilst having trackers on each and every one of them.

The more rounds he is in, the more frustrated, angry and mad he is. Where did you go? Did one of his goons betray him again? Did a survivor take you? Did a fellow killer take you away? No, Eunoia would have seen, heard and taken care of them.

So imagine his reaction, when you tackle him from behind, hugging him tightly from behind, and calling him that lovely and sweet nickname you gave him that he remembers dearly.

He stops in his tracks and turns around to face you, taking his hat off, and placing it on top of your head, as he hugs you back.

He holds you, hugging you for a while, before he calls his most trusted goons. (Soldier, Contractee, Consigliere and Caporegime.)

Their shock when they see you again, they immediately ask Mafioso if they can hug you too. When they get a confirmation from Mafioso, and he backs up from you.

You’re immediately tackled down into a group hug. The guys crying and hugging you, as you smile, and hug them all back, telling them that you’re okay and safe. And how you missed every and each one of them.

You look up at Mafioso, and grin, you reach up an arm, and pull him down into the group hug. (He’s surprised by the unexpected gesture and strength, so much so that he actually stumbles.)

In private, you and his goons are making bracelets, items and everything you all can make together.

You, Mafioso and his goons listen to Eunoia, occasionally asking questions, and giving advice.

(Whenever you’re supposed to be sat on the ground, you’re instead sat on Mafioso’s lap. He put you on his lap.)

Mafioso’s bunnies squeak and whine when they finally see you. You’re immediately swarmed with bunnies, and Mafioso sat behind or beside you.

In private, Mafioso will hold you like you’re something fragile, afraid that you’ll die and disappear again.

He doesn’t show it much, but whenever he’s with you, or Eunoia, he lets his bunny form show. You and Eunoia are the only ones he trusts to be able to help groom him in his bunny form/state.

He’s also cuddling you a lot, even nuzzling you a bit too, he’s glad you’re alive and back again, but he’s still scared it’ll happen again.

Eunoia also treats you like you’re fragile glass. She knows how vulnerable people are, and she’s afraid she’ll damage you.

(Anyway, thank you for requesting this, anon! 🫶)

[zablife]

A Nice Dinner with Tommy

Tommy Shelby x gf reader

A/N: Date night at a fancy restaurant, requested by @mayfieldss. Part of my Corrupt a Wish challenge. This is being reposted bc it went under heavy revision. Apologies to those who couldn't read or reblog when it was set to private.

Divider credit: @saradika-graphics

Warnings: drinking, mention of infidelity, drugging Corrupt a wish reminder: If you think this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Proceed with caution!

It had only been two days since leaving Tommy's side, but he was insistent he wanted to see you again. "Choose the time and place, darling. I want tonight to be special," he promised in a dulcet tone.

Your heart skipped a beat at the warmth emanating from his voice. He had never been so willing to indulge you before. Normally Tommy dictated everything in your relationship. It was the primary reason you'd grown disenchanted with him and accepted the advances of another, an Italian far more interested in pleasing you than Tommy ever was.

However, you couldn't deny the danger to both of you the longer the affair continued. Unable to bear the thought of bloodshed, you knew it was best to settle back into your life with Tommy, even if your feelings for him had changed over time. And lovely, kind Angel had accepted your lies about moving away to care for your ailing mother, ignorant to the tears shed for him after your goodbyes.

It had been a convincing performance and one you never wanted to repeat. The mendacity ate away at your very core, hollowing you out until you felt like a shell. It made you anxious and paranoid as you attempted a casual demeanor this evening, wondering if Tommy had seen the telltale look of deception in your eye when you last met.

The thought still haunted you as you entered the ornate dining room of your favorite restaurant, Tommy waiting at a beautifully set table in front of the large windows, arguably the finest table available in the entire establishment.

"Good evening, darling," he welcomed you cordially, holding out the chair like the gentleman he'd always been in your company.

"Hello, Tom," you managed with a slight lump in your throat. Reaching for the cocktail glass waiting before you, you took a generous swig before looking up at him.

"Something wrong?" he asked, returning to his seat and placing his napkin on his lap with a flourish.

"No," you shook your head, managing a tight smile in return. "I'm so pleased you liked my suggestion."

"Whiskey sours, a beautiful woman sat at my table...what more could a man ask for, eh?" he hummed good naturedly.

You nodded in silent agreement, fingers brushing over the calligraphy on the menu before Tommy reached for your hand suddenly. You glanced about the room to see if anyone had noticed his display of affection, turning back to find his brow knit with concern at your obvious unease.

"Tonight is about us," he assured you with a light squeeze. "Just you and me."

You relaxed into his touch, mesmerized by the look of adoration in his eye. Allowing yourself to sit back and enjoy, you listened as Tommy ordered the most expensive items for both of you.

After the waiter left, you leaned forward to Tommy. "So extravagant, what's the occasion?" you asked innocently.

"I wanted this evening to be memorable," he smirked, eyes darting to a far corner.

Your gaze naturally followed, scanning the room for the person he sought. "Are you looking for someone?" you asked, aware of the rising quiver in your voice.

Ignoring your query, Tommy looked you over slowly. Cocking his eyebrow at you suspiciously, he observed, "I couldn't help but notice you chose your favorite restaurant at their busiest hour."

"What do you mean?" you muttered, feeling his thumb rub forcefully over the back of your hand.

Tommy offered a mirthless chuckle as he replied, "Were you afraid something might happen to you, my love?"

"I-I..." you stammered, attempting to pull your fingers from his punishing grasp.

He nodded to himself with conviction, eyes closing momentarily as though he relished the certainty. His opposite hand moved slowly and deliberately toward the silver teaspoon, taking it up with a flourish before tapping it sharply against his crystal water glass three times.

At that precise moment everyone in the room stopped talking, eating or otherwise making noise. A short, but eery silence passed before they rose in unison and filed toward the exit, faces expressionless as though they were in a trance.

As the last woman passed your table you attempted to grasp at her skirts, pleading, "Where are you going?"

Tommy's sapphire eyes sparkled in the candlelight as he observed the look of horror on your face. "Not what you were expecting?" he ventured. "Perhaps Angel Changretta does things differently, but I prefer privacy when dealing with delicate matters," he informed you cooly.

Eyes brimming with tears you willed yourself to remain calm despite your hammering heart. "Tommy, I can explain..."

He raised a hand to stop you from speaking, shaking his head lightly as a look of disappointment washed over him. "It's alright, darling. I want you to know I don't blame you," he uttered softly.

"It was a mistake, a moment of bad judgement," you rushed out in one great breath, hoping if you confessed now he would forgive your indiscretions. "There's only you, Tommy," you added, but the sentiment fell flat even to your own ears.

"I blame myself," he continued as though he hadn't heard a word you said. "It was my fondness for you that blinded me to your betrayal and what kept me from doing what needed to be done," he mused, ice blue eyes locking you into a cold stare.

You gulped as you watched every ounce of affection drain from his face, understanding now that tonight was not about love or forgiveness, but revenge.

Taking both your hands in his, he searched your face for the answer to an impossible question. "I can't let you go back to him and you can't remain here. So what am I to do with you?" he pondered.

You fought the urge to struggle beneath his vice like grip, tears streaming down your face as you appealed for mercy.

"Let me go," you pleaded. "Please, Tommy, if you ever loved me, you'll let me go." You felt your entire body begin to shake with involuntary tremors as you awaited his reply.

Miraculously, Tommy released your hands allowing you to flee. You stifled a sob as you wrenched your dress from under the table, lurching forward with a cloudy feeling consuming your mind.

It was then you realized your limbs were heavy as stones, legs uncooperative as you tried to run. The attempt left you doubled over in a choking fit, unable to draw even the slightest breath. Clutching at a nearby tablecloth when the dizziness worsened, you only succeeded in pulling the linen and tableware along with you. Falling to the floor in a heap, you watched helplessly as china and glass shattered in a million jagged shards all around you.

The crash was followed by an even more menacing sound, the methodical thump of Tommy's approaching footsteps. The glint from his shoes cruelly mocked you, a surge of sickness overtaking your form as he loomed above.

With unexpected tenderness, he leaned down to brush the hair from your ashen face. Thumb and forefinger stroking your jaw, he sighed heavily as he witnessed your agony. You swore you saw a hint of remorse flash in his eyes before he turned stone faced once again, but you could no longer trust your fading vision.

"No one touches my property," Tommy whispered harshly, fingers digging into your flesh for emphasis.

His breath felt hot against your face, but you were unable to turn away from him. However, it would have been useless to deny his claim. The despair of that thought consumed your mind just as your body went limp at his feet.

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[imaginedanvrs]

one more hit

masterlist

summary: getting Kate high for the first time

word count: 2.1k

warnings: corruption kink, weed use, intox kink, oral, overstimulation, strap on sex

“You’re missing the movie,” Kate rushed with a smile that told you she didn’t really care, too preoccupied with having her lips back on your own to notice the car chase playing out behind her. You chuckled, as if there was anything that would ever hold your attention better than the young archer. 

  “You’re more entertaining,” you told her honestly. You felt her smile grow before she tried to pull you impossibly closer, shifting where she sat straddling your lap until you leant back with a lazy smirk. Keeping one hand on her thigh, you reached for the small wooden box on your night stand and took a joint and lighter out. Kate’s eyes lit up in recognition before she tried to put on her poker face. You hoped Clint would help her improve that in the field. You were fully aware of her curiosity in your recreational activities, just as you had felt her gaze on you when you rolled that same joint the day before. Kate had been trying to pretend to be working on her report, but her eyes always fell back to your hands like a bad habit. 

  “You’ve never offered,” Kate said suddenly. You wondered exactly how long she had been bottling that one up for, watching you on those slow nights in and wanting to experience it with you. 

  “I didn’t think a good girl like you would be interested,” you lied as you watched her every move for a tell. “And I would just hate to be the one that corrupts you.” Kate eyed the joint in your hand warily, but you knew she must have been thinking about it long enough for her mind to already be made up. 

  “I trust you,” she told you, voice small but so sure. You hummed and felt nimble fingers around your own to take the lighter. Your excitement grew by the ten fold as you let Kate spark the small device and held it to where the joint rested between your lips. She watched for you to take that first steady inhale, each second passing with a heavy beat until her lips replaced the joint and you blew the smoke into Kate’s mouth. Her lips twitched into a small smile, satisfied in knowing she wouldn’t feel any burns in her throat. At least not for the time being. 

  You took another drag, and another, each one eagerly awaited by Kate who began to feel the effects far sooner than you did. “Feels good,” she murmured, a giddy smile playing on her features as your hands began to dance across her forearms. Goosebumps rose at the touch and Kate hummed softly at the amplified sensation. Your hands wandered further, stroking along parts of her neck that made the young archer sigh in content and tilt her head back for your better access. So responsive. Still, she wasn’t nearly as far gone as you wanted her to be.

  With her eyes still closed, you brought your fingers to Kate’s lips that she instinctively parted to let you in. She didn’t even give a second thought anymore, acting purely on reflex as she sucked on your fingers that pressed on her tongue. Wholly trusting and completely willing. Yet still so in need of guidance. Your guidance. 

  You pulled your fingers away and before Kate could close her mouth you placed the blunt between her lips. Her eyes flew open and Kate looked at you with confusion and slight alarm, confirming that remaining sobriety. “What? You’re too good to take a hit yourself?” You didn’t give her the chance to answer. “Just breath,” you said simply. So she did, under your observing gaze, taking an arguably too long drag for her first that had her coughing the second her mouth was free. 

  “Good girl,” you praised as you handed her some water and rubbed the space between her shoulder blades. Kate’s muscles flexed with every cough until tears welled in her eyes and she looked to you for reassurance. “You’re okay,” you told her, cupping her cheek. She nodded, watching as you took a drag and leaning forwards when you began to exhale, adamant on experiencing it with you. Her persistence was admirable, and you took full advantage. The next time you placed the joint to her lips, she didn’t think twice despite the distant heat in her throat. This girl… you thought with a surge of pride. 

  You took your time with the next joint, taking several hits for every one that Kate took and keeping a hand on her thigh for you to rub your thumb over. With every swipe, the archer’s thoughts and cares faded until sensations mattered more than logic. Recognizing those signs, the next time Kate kissed you, you bit her full lips. Kate whined softly and welcomed your tongue as her hips began to move without her even being fully aware, too focused on trying to keep up with your rapidly progressing make out session. 

   Kate was only wearing underwear and one of your sweaters when you lifted her onto your lap less than halfway through the movie, so you weren’t surprised to feel a wet patch on your thigh. You were, however, just as enthralled as the first time you felt it. She had been squirming in your lap for the better part of an hour before you swiped your fingers across the soaked material that clung to her. You intended to draw it out just as much this time. 

  “Feels tingly,” Kate whined as she gripped your shirt tighter, unwilling to remove herself from the intoxicating cloud she had found herself under. “I need…” she tried, desperation as evident in her voice as it was in her movements. 

  “What do you need, love?” You pushed, needing to hear her say it. 

  “I need you.” You rewarded her honesty with placing both hands on her hips and pulling her flush against your thigh into a grind. There you go, you thought when her mouth fell open and she gave a soft moan despite the barrier between you. Kate was sensitive enough that it didn’t stop her chasing her pleasure on your thigh, hardly needing your guiding hands anymore but following obediently as expected. 

  If Kate was aware that her clouded mind was making her desperate sooner than usual, she wasn’t embarrassed by it. She didn’t care that she was getting close so quickly, or that there was a generous sized dark patch on your sweatpants underneath her. All Kate was concerned about was the electric feeling shooting through her core, hazier than usual though entirely all consuming. 

The whimper she gave when she buried her face in your neck was pitiful, wholly lacking in any self control as the young archer got herself off on you despite the several barriers. You flexed your thigh underneath her and chuckled when a soft moan slipped past Kate’s lips. “If you cum in your underwear I’ll let you warm my strap later,” you whispered to her, a devilish grin playing on your lips before you pulled her back to gauge her reaction. 

  Fuck, you thought when you realised just how glazed over Kate’s eyes were. “Dizzy,” she protested, trying to place her head back in the comfort of your neck while her hips continued their mindless grind. You held her back for an extra moment, wanting to make sure you would remember the near broken look on her features, all because she gave into the temptation you had laid out for her. 

  When you allowed Kate to seek out her previous position, you loosened your grip on her hips to keep that possessive hold while letting her grind however fast or slow as she wanted. It certainly surpassed the tempo her mind occupied, erratically moving against you to seek the bloom of pleasure she was so close to. And who were you to deprive her of that? 

  As soon as the whispered invitation passed your lips, Kate’s motions stuttered and ground harder until she was coming undone on your thigh. She held you like a lifeline as she came, whining and moaning under a pressure more intense than she had felt before - one that only made that cloud around her head grow denser. Barely a second after she came, the raven haired woman began to start up her pace again, already craving more, so you grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted Kate onto her back beneath you with a grin. Her eyes barely opened enough to see you clearly, but the lazy smile she gave you in return told you otherwise as you made your way down her body and paid extra attention to how her abs flexed under the touch of your lips. 

  “You’re so responsive like this,” you told her when you nipped at her thighs, eliciting a small gasp from the woman beneath you. She responded by gripping your hair and trying to pull you closer to where she needed you the most. You loved her in this state, controlled by her own desire. And you. 

  You pulled Kate’s ruined underwear down as slowly as you could, watching her features for every sign of frustration and need. It only made you want to draw it out further. You would have too, if you weren’t so excited to feel her clit throb in your mouth. 

  You licked the length of Kate’s pussy with a deep hum, loving how the familiar taste returned to your senses, feeling Kate’s thighs immediately close around your head. You allowed her to squeeze her relaxed muscles that kept your head in place as you took her in your mouth, noting how all the usual noises and twitches were amplified. She was feeling it all so much more heated than usual, every flick and linger of your tongue on her pussy reminded her of the first time you had your head between her toned legs and she feared she would fall apart just as quickly. 

  You left open mouthed kisses over Kate’s cunt and up to her clit, pulling away for only a second to see how she clenched in your absence. With every moan against her, gentle vibrations caressed all the vital nerves throughout Kate’s body. They were unpredictable and when combined with the ever changing rhythm of your tongue, Kate was kept securely in the middle ground of her release, able to feel every little thing you did to her until she was suddenly struck with that irresistible grace of your teeth against her clit. 

  “Sorry. Couldn’t resist,” you chuckled without an ounce of sympathy for the reaction it got you. Still, you ran your tongue over her clit before you took it between your lips to suck, soothing and stimulating it in a way that had Kate’s thighs tighten and back arch. You dipped your tongue into her depths, committing how her soft walls tightened around your muscle to memory, swearing that you would never forget the feeling or the way that Kate was looking down at you like you were her very reason for existing. 

  The next time you took Kate’s clit in her mouth, it was enough to make her teeter towards the edge. You felt it in the way her grip on your hair tightened, on the way her breathing sped up, how her eyes fluttered closed and how she called your name as if you were her saving grace for making her fall apart with just your mouth. When she came again, it was more intense than the last, consuming the young hero like an inferno she had no intention of escaping from. On the contrary, you kept your mouth on Kate until she came again, soaking your chin in her arousal. 

  Still, you refused to let up, brushing your tongue against her overworked clit that begged for any form of mercy. Yet Kate’s thighs squeezed harder, refusing to let you go no matter the pleas that fell from her lips and onto deaf ears. You didn’t care, adamant that you knew Kate’s limits better than she did herself. You didn’t even count how many orgasms you pulled from her powerless, overworked body, only that each one left her shaking more than the last. 

  “Can’t,” Kate whined, prompting you to give one final kiss to her clit before you finally let up.

  “You did so well for me,” you told her as she grabbed at you again to pull you up, needing some kind of contact to remain present. “So perfect.” Kate hummed in response, more concerned with keeping her face in your chest as her breathing eventually began to even out. 

  “All I had to do was ask?”

[cyrus-solaris]

It’s that time of the year again. New TMAGP content. Yk what that means.

I have a theory.

Warning for TMAGP season 2 spoilers and TMA spoilers

Okay so. TMAGP 32. (First off, what the FUCK, Jonny.) It feels very Extinction coded. And yes, yes, IK.

“The Fears don’t exist in this universe. They’re all gone!!”

First of all, TMAGP isn’t over so hush, we can’t know for certain. Secondly, there isn’t supposed to be a giant portal connected to the TMA universe AND YET IT EXISTS. And third, if fucking CELIA. RIPLEY. and claw her way out of that portal, so can an eldritch fear entity. So I don’t wanna hear it 💕

Back on track, the episode feels so much like The Extinction and reminded me a lot of MAG 65: Binary, which (while being mainly Spiral) seemed heavily influenced by The Extinction, arguably the first statement we have of its emergence. The corrupted computer and the person inside the computer and all that creepy shit. And that got me thinking.

What if The Extinction did make it into the TMAGP universe?

Stay with me. I’m aware it’s sounds far fetched, and it probably is, but it’s an interesting thought.

In TMA, Jon never really interacted with The Extinction, or any of its statements, outside of maybe one or two occasions. It was mainly Martin.

And how did the Eyepocalypse come to fruition? Jon had to be marked or touched by each Fear, physically or emotionally.

Except Jon was never marked by The Extinction.

And what caused Jon to fully become The Archivist and have so much power within the Eyelocalypse? Completing The Watcher’s Crown. Power that allowed him to smite Avatars and walk through domains unaffected? Allowing him to travel the Eyelocalypse without much danger? But he never was marked by The Extinction, so what power would he have over it in this scenario?

Furthermore, in TMA season 5, all the Fears have more than one related statement. Except The Extinction. Which only has MAG 175: Epoch.

And that’s weird to me.

Also!!! Just like how all the other Fears feed into The End, especially during the Eyepocalypse, wouldn’t, oh I don’t know, the world literally ending, feed directly into The Extinction as well? Therefore strengthening it?

And out of all the Fears, we know the least about The Extinction because it is so new.

So what if, theoretically, The Extinction DID escape the ending of TMA???

Just a thought.

[the-sapphire-cat]

Spoilers for the infinights bonus 3 shot.

Sometimes I think about Bart and Gumgums evil counterparts (Brat and Grimgrim) and wish people would talk about it because I feel like theirs a lot of potential here we are missing out on.

Firstly the idea of an evil Bart or Gumgum is already a fun idea to play around with, considering those two are arguably the most reasonable and kind members of their party and this idea becomes especially fun when you consider their dynamic with eachother.

During the bonus 3 shot when the infinights first battle with their otherselves they first fight Brat (evil bart) and Grimgrim (evil Gumgum) even when from a timeline where they lost their way and became corrupt they are still inseparable and dispite Grimgrim holding his own extremely well during the battle when Brat called him off and asked Grimgrim to follow him onto the island he did so with no hesitation.

There are a lot of ways you can look at those two especially considering we don’t really know how they got corrupted in their timelines, however this is my interpretation. Brat is Bart without spirit and Grimgrim is Gumgum without love.

Let’s start with Brat, his appearance is less saturated and more dark having a colour scheme similar to Inkoo. It’s easy to assume Bart either failed to save his parents, somehow he encounter Inkoo too soon and when they fought Bart wasn’t prepared and lost, or maybe even went to Inkoo willingly out of desperation or manipulation losing himself in the process. Another thing is when Gumgum interacts with Brat and Brat tries to “comfort” Gumgum he attempts to cast a spell that would fill Gumgum with rage and sorrow and I find that interesting, Bart is quite encouraging especially to Gumgum so it would make sence that Brat would have a similar trait however instead of positive reinforcement he would instead use manipulation into enforce negative emotions and control the behaviour of others, bring out the worst in someone rather then inspiring them for the better.

Grimgrims appearance is a larger angrier Gumgum with thorns growing from his body that he can rip off and throw at enemy’s. Now Gumgum is a self proclaimed flower wizard and flowers can be used for many lovely things they can be used for decorations, used for medication, used for magical rituals, some even eventually grow into fruits, however some flowers have thorns to protect themselves. Gumgum is a well intentioned and innocent character which would leave him vulnerable to being mocked, ostracised, or taken advantage of, we also know despite his kind nature he isn’t immune to negative emotions, he gets angry, he gets upset but he isn’t mean he loves his friends too much to let his anger get the best of him, he loves doing what’s right too much to use his powers for evil. Instead he uses his rage to help people and to fight for the greater good, however Grimgrim seems to have lost that. He isn’t a flower wizard he is a thorn barbarian his kindness and flowers have rotted away leaving nothing but the protective throne, that he not only uses as armour but as weapons against others even if it means ripping them off his own skin.

Also the potential of their dynamic they have for one another because you could take this in many ways but here’s the ways I can think of at the top of my head.

1. It’s almost the same as the cannon timeline, they’re best friends, closer than brothers, inseparable and love eachother dearly, except unlike in cannon they hate and distrust everyone else. Something that could potentially lead to something less wholesome if their paranoia and hatred of others develops into them becoming overly clinging of the only other person they can rely on, a once healthy love twisting into codependency.

2. I touched upon this a bit earlier about Brat using his magic to manipulate the emotions of others, but what if he didn’t just do that with enemies? Brat needing validation and protection takes advantage of Grimgrim using his magic to control his emotions to suit his needs and encouraging his self destructive behaviour and hatred for anyone and everyone who isn’t him.

Finally I just wanted to say how sweet it was when Gumgums finally realised Brat was just another version of Bart his first instinct was to go over to him give him a cupcake, offer friendship and asking to resolve the fighting peacefully. The idea that Gumgum just wants to be friends with everyone even after all this time, and unconditionally loves every version of Bart even the ones that don’t want to be friends with him is just too much.

Also the fact that Bart was upset seeing Kyforge in pain, saying something along the lines of “I’m sorry! I think we could have been friends in another life” then Kyforge saying “we are” and Bart just starts crying. Poor guy doesn’t want to see his friends hurt even though that’s technically not his friend.

This went on longer than expected, thank you for reading and if you have anything you’d like to add or take away feel free to share your thoughts.

[erulasse23]

The Scouring of the Shire

My single biggest disappointment with the PJ movies is that this chapter, which is arguably the most important to understanding the whole trilogy, was completely cut out. You cannot understand a book without contrasting the beginning and the end, and leaving this out of the end changes the whole meaning and tone. The Scouring of the Shire lets us see exactly where our four main characters end up and how their journey changed them.

Merry and Pippin come back as Lords, accepted and revered and praised. They look big and impressive. They are in command, confident, and easily take charge in a crisis situation. Pippin is still not even of age if I’m not mistaken, but people trust him. They are brave and skilled.

Sam is admired and respected as well. He has gained confidence and he speaks out particularly against the hobbits who have joined Saruman, whether out of fear or greed. He is granted his greatest wish, which is to look after his Gaffer, and Rosie, and Rosie’s family. He is very much a protector, and not necessarily a leader, but he’s far from a lowly gardener.

Frodo, Frodo! Frodo is quiet, grieved, merciful, and wise. He is the undisputed leader of the four, and they listen to him. He refuses to carry a sword, or participate in any violence. He lets both Saruman and Wormtongue go, which makes the rest of the hobbits very angry. I love this quote:

Saruman rose to his feet, and stared at Frodo. There was a strange look in his eyes of mingled wander and respect and hatred. “You have grown, halfling,” he said. “Yes, you have grown very much. You are wise, and cruel. You have robbed my revenge of sweetness, and now I must go hence in bitterness in debt to your mercy. I hate it and you! 

I believe that Frodo has grown in this way, uniquely to the others, because he gave in to the Ring in the end. It was after months of torment and in starvation and exhaustion, in the dark heart of Mordor, but he gave in. And I think that gives him this beautiful gift of empathy for all who have been touched by evil, even those who were seemingly willingly and gladly corrupted.

It is not strength that overcomes darkness, but light. Frodo will not let anger or vengeance darken his heart or those of his fellow hobbits. Tolkien told a story about the cost of war, and the way we all must fight against the darkness in our hearts just as much as we fight against the darkness Out There in the world.

[readychilledwine]

Do you think each court has their own winged fae? I read Home to Me and can't stop thinking of it.

Absolutely

The Winged Fae of Prythian Headcanons

Warnings - references to wing sensitivity in all ways, long post, sad back stories

A/n - poll at the end for giggles

Dawn - The Peregryn

Similar to the Illyrians, Peregryns are a warrior breed of winged fae

Liz personally pictured hawk to falcon like wings

Their wings allow them to be agile and very fast due to how narrow they are in comparison to Illyrian wings

Their wings are sensitive like Illyrians, but due to the protection the feathers provide, you have to be a little rougher for the same reactions.

Their wings are considered very sacred.

If you were to court a Peregryn male, if they intend to marry you, they will pluck one of their feathers, causing them pain, and offer it to you. Mainly, females will weave that feather in their hair, carrying a piece of their husband at all times.

Peregryn females offer similar tokens to their loves. Males will turn them to writing quills, signing important documents as if their wife is right beside them.

Day - The Celestine

The Celestine are a thought to be an extinct race. They were hunted down by Amarantha's forces.

She did not stop until every last one she knew of was wiped from the court, a cold and calculated move she knew hurt Helion and his father

The Celestine got their name from their wings. Feathers of pure white that glitter gold in the Day Court sunlight. They were thought to be celestial bodies until one of the former Lords of Day finally approached one and realized they were fae

They were a breed of scholars, specifically studying the pegasus. Before Amarantha's attack, you would commonly see them flying with the majestic horses and handling their care.

There are a handful left that warded themselves with the remaining pegasi. The race is slowly rebuilding, but like all fae, pregnancy is rare.

Helion has kept them secret, finding them much to valuable to his court to risk someone getting the same idea.

The Celestine do not have wing sensitivity the way Illyrians and Peregryn do. Their feathers are rather thick.

They do still use their wings as a courting symbol. They will turn a few feather into a clip for their partner's hair. The clips are traditional gold with gems.

Night - The Illyrians

Arguably the most powerful of the Winged fae, the Illyrians reside in the mountains of the Night Court

They are a race of warriors with strong bat like wings.

Due to their wings being so exposed, they are highly sensitive. You could gently run the back of your finger along the ridge and bring a grown male to his knees.

Wings are not used for courting purposes to illyrians, but they are seen as sacred. To touch an illyrian's wings is a great privilege.

Female wings are typically larger than male wings. Hince why they are clipped during a female's first cycle. It makes them non functional and stops them from overshadowing the males.

Autumn - The Leaf Folk

The Leaf Folk race is truly extinct. The Autumn Lords hunted them down like it was a sport for their unique wings.

Their wings were seen as treasures to the people of Autumn due to them being so similar to the leaves of the forest, thus making them a desired object for mating presents and a sign of wealth

They were peaceful fae. Their sole purpose was maintaining the apple trees, ensuring each and every single one was perfect and producing ripe fruits.

Their wings make crinkling noises like autumn leaves as well, giving them camouflage and protection.

Little is known regarding their courting traditions, but it is known they rarely bred or married outside of their own kind

Beron had met one. A female. It was during his youth, before he had been fully corrupted by his father. He learned firsthand how sensitive their wings were.

Just a breath could make this fae putty.

Since the last female was found, her wings now splayed in the Autumn Court throne room long after her death, there's rot settling into the court.

It started in the orchard furthest from the Forest House and has slowly spread.

The last female had whispered something in a tongue no one understood. Centuries later, Eris discovered it was a curse. One that would end when the love of the last female met his death.

Summer - The Stormmakers

The pride of the summer court.

Rich deep grey wings that spark with lightning, the Stormmakers can change the weather with just a breath of magic.

Their wings blend perfectly into storm clouds, their favorite place to play.

Touching their wings is dangerous. They carry lightning in every feather. It can make for an exciting experience if you are into that type of play, though.

They typically do not feel the touch on their wings due to the numbness the constant sparking caused

They are a thriving race, and most are found in their small community they have carved out in a cave.

Courting is not a thing amoung this race. They marry young based on deals made by their parents to ensure a strong bloodline

Spring - Flower Folk

The flower folk are treasures to the Spring Court.

Their wings come in a variety of colors, shapes, and styles, but they are all consistently irredescent and translucent.

They are very peaceful and almost always unseen. Their magic allows them to change their sizes, and most choose to live in fae gardens and houses set up by children in Spring.

They work with pollinators to keep the flowers and fruits growing and producing.

Their wings break very easily due to how thin they are. They do not partake in wing play with just anyone for that reason.

These fae learned to communicate with bees, so it is very common to see them dancing, little pieces of sparkling fae dust coming off them as they do

These are the fae humans warn their children most about, the playful pixies who will lead them into dangerous fae traps.

These fae offer each other butterflies as a courting gift. To exchange a butterfly with them is to accept their offer of marriage due to how sacred they see their winged friends.

Winter - Ice Spirits

Rarely seen and very deadly

These fae have been known to freeze others for discovering their hide outs.

They were once believed to be myth, a nightmare mother's warned their faelings about.

One was dragged to Kallias's father by her hair, and that bond snapping led to one of winter's most well-kept secrets.

They want to be left alone. Do you know how hard it is to maintain winter over four courts?

Their wings look soft, but they are actually made of snow and ice. You can't melt them, though, don't worry.

They hold a soft spot of their Lord and Lady, always willing to take a load off his shoulders and rebuild broken ice dams.

Rhys once approached them asking for more snow fall in Velaris. Mistake. Huge. Mistake.

These fae are well known for their ice sports, but be prepared to watch from a distance

They tried to teach Kal how to ice skate once, he is too muscular to be graceful on the ice and had to instead settle for what they call "hockey." The High Lord has received a few black eyes during his time playing.

These fae also tend to only marry within their own kind.

They purpose with a snowflake they hand crafted. The more intricate the pattern, the longer your love took to craft it for you.

Their wings are always numbed due to how cold they are, but they absolutely love temperature play. Warmth is such a rare thing for them to feel, and it makes their wings very sensitive.

[indirectcomedian]

elaborating on what i think the rosemary soul shards would think about sex because this is my blog (and individual sexuality/sex headcanons) (nsfw obviously)

generally presenting these thoughts under the overall canon bisexual rosemary and dubiously canonical she/they nonbinary gnc rosemary.

wrath shard

- i think if youre trying to have sex with wrath shard you probably need professional help. that being said im pretty sure cherry bomb would be the only person who would be close enough to the demon for this to occur so its mostly fine (as long as they stay together their toxicness cant affect anyone else). probably the most sexual interaction she would initiate would be a deeply problematic hatefuck. obviously sadomasochistic and into blood and the predator/prey of it all (knives included). does stalking count as foreplay

lust shard

- she is, as the name suggests, the most openly horny of the demons (making out with tongue on screen). mostly has sex for manipulation and/or entertainment purposes. almost exclusively male preference (jade and arguably that one time messing with brandi rhodes being the exception/). rosemary shard most likely to bottom, but mostly shes a switch just there to have fun and down for anything.

greed shard

- if you think she doesnt have something going on with at least one member of paradise lost youre dead wrong! at the very least has some sort of dom/sub dynamic with dust and would probably be into disciplining/training her in really any aspect. would def get off on having her ego stroked. demands respect and near-worship regardless of position. big into corruption, probably into titles as well (she prefers her full honorifics but master is good too).

envy shard

- my thoughts on her are kind of in three phases depending on where shes at in the canon with allie (pre-bunny, bunny, post-bunny). breaking the rule of bisexual rosemary by being the most lesbian to ever lesbian. i think shes generally very repressed about sex. pre-bunny i can see her having a casual affair here and there (thank you crow for that lvn/envy fic, it lives in my mind). i cant really see her bottoming at all. but overall sex and sexual attraction are not a priority and not something that comes up frequently. with the bunny… again shes very repressed and it would take a lot of convincing from allie for rosemary to be OK with the idea of a sexual relationship (hesitant for allies sake). service top with little exception (again it would take a lot of convincing). technically into mild petplay (its allie. shes a bunny.) and does enjoy giving more verbal praise in sexual scenarios. post-bunny envy is generally too grief-stricken for anything to go down. maybe like one masochistic fling with havok in that brief manic phase she had where she was hunting down su-yung.

sloth shard

- basically asexual. any sexual content she interacts with is for research purposes only. voyeuristic at most, does not like being touched.

gluttony shard

- is wanting to crawl into someones skin a kink. because if it is she has that. i dont think she would have any specific preferences for anything beyond being as close as possible to her soulless allie in any possible way. into scents. she probably really likes to bite and mark up soulless allie in any way possible and would probably be into overstimulation (giving and receiving). loud and annoying and throws out various praise and degradation at random. shes allie-sexual

pride shard

- CANONICALLY FREAKY DOM (see all of her manipulative interactions with bravo). violently bisexual. i get the vibes that she would be into bondage (shes obviously not the one getting tied up) and of course knives because its rosemary we are talking about. like greed also gets off on being told shes the greatest. fancy outfits (leather, vinyl, what have you) are definitely a big thing for her. narcissist who would like to do stuff with a mirror nearby so she can see herself

rx7

- given that shes an amalgamation of all the rosemarys its difficult to say where she lands in terms of sexual preferences… shes a hellish mixture of all of the above. most likely to use mist for fun and exciting purposes and effects. pretty much canonically gets off on being beat up. inherited greeds corruption kink (the whole xia storyline)

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

14: Bone Pun Number 69

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Papyrus.

Bless his soul.

As joyful and wholesome his aura immediately is…

He's tall and he's terrifying.

Just like Sans (perhaps arguably worse), Papyrus is a bone-ified skeleton straight down to the bone.

Oh, God. Nearly two hours with Sans has corrupted you so easily. Your humor usually involves verbally shit-posting, sex jokes, and saying the randomest shit just to see what happens. Wait, that’s technically shit-posting.

ANYWAY.

Papyrus is as tall as the damn door, and unlike Sans, his eye-sockets are a solid black with no hit of eye-lights. He is lot spookier than the Comic, and it breaks your heart that you feel this way about him because you love this (not so) little man.

You unwillingly tense up, “I…. Hello.”

Sans snorts. That was the exact same opening you gave him.

“GREETINGS, HU—AHEM! I MEAN, GREETINGS INDIVIDUAL OF WHO I DO NOT KNOW THE IMMEDIATE SPECIES OF.”

Okay, how are Sans and Papyrus doing that? You just feel it in your soul that Sans speaks in all lowercase, and while Papyrus is loud, he isn’t yelling. BUT YOU JUST KNOW HE’S SPEAKING IN ALL CAPS????

“WELL, DON’T STAND OUT HERE ALL DAY, WE HAVE AN INTRODUCTION TO DO.”

Papyrus reaches for you and first-you feel a strange tug at your soul. The taller skeleton puts his hands on the sides of your lower waist and you know what he’s about to do. Strangely, you don’t feel much in danger that he’d drop you. But you instinctively go to grab his gloved wrists when his hands are touching you.

It was as if your soul was being literally (not figuratively or metaphorically) lifted up as Papyrus thought it was a great idea to pick you up.

“Woah!”

[Whether it was because of your bigger body / Even though you were rather small / Despite that you’re sure you’re pretty average for your age], you think he’s using his magic to aid in lifting you up to ensure he doesn’t drop you no matter what. Probably because you knew Papyrus doesn’t do anything with malice, but you don’t panic as he just—takes you inside the house.

Sans, on the other hand, was nervous as fuck. He didn’t expect Papyrus to invade your space like that and fucking pick you up. He was so ready to intervene (either for your sake or his brother’s), but then you grab onto Papyrus’ wrists.

And that’s it.

You stare at his brother with wide eyes, and while you are tense, you’re not panicking or thrashing around. Just like in those fairy-tales he reads to his younger brother, Papyrus lifts you up easily and brings you inside (careful to make sure not to hit your head on the door frame) with a small, happy twirl. He sets you down on your feet in the middle of their living room, not letting you go until he’s absolutely certain you're on steady feet.

Sans sighs quietly in relief, closing the door behind himself to watch how this all unfolds. So far, so good.

Since you’re still holding onto Papyrus’ wrists, he does a quick maneuver to grab your hands and shake them both very eagerly.

“IT’S NICE TO MEET YOU, HUMAN. ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF,” The happy monster lets you go and poses heroically. Wait—How is his cape drifting in the wind without any wind? Is he using his magic? “I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, FUTURE MEMBER OF THE ROYAL GUARD, AND UNPARALLELED SPAGHETTORE!”

Putting your hands together and holding them over your smile, you nod along to his words as all previous fear just melts away.

“I WOULD LIKE TO PERSONALLY AND WARMLY WELCOME YOU TO OUR HOME. MY OLDER BROTHER, SANS, HAS TOLD ME ABOUT YOUR UNFORTUNATE CIRCUMSTANCE AND WHY YOU WILL BE LIVING WITH US FOR A WHILE. HOWEVER!!”

Papyrus puffs out his chest, putting his gloved hands (that look like… soft boxing glove?) on his hips. Pelvic bones? Whatever, hips.

“WORRY NOT. SANS AND I WILL MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A GREAT—AND SAFE—TIME HERE IN SNOWDIN!”

“Wow…” You slowly nod your head, “You… are so cool!!”

The tall skeleton sputters at your sincerity, his cheekbones gaining that red hue. Finally, his eye-lights appear to give him that puppy look you see in the game.

“WHA-YOU—REALLY?!”

“Yeah, of course!” This time, you take Papyrus’ hands and energetically shake them, “I really can’t thank you both enough for taking me in, especially since it might be a little risky for housing a human. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for helping me.”

“SANS,” Papyrus looks at his brother with a big (toothy) smile, “THE HUMAN… IS SO NICE!!”

Sans, who was watching from in front of the door, winks while shrugging his hands, “guess we really lucked out, huh?”

“My name is [Y/n], by the way,” You try not to take the comment personally, letting go of the younger brother’s hands, “It would be best to avoid calling me “the human.” We don’t want anyone finding out.”

“[Y/N], THEN? YES, THAT IS AN EXCELLENT NAME FOR YOU.”

”Thanks, I picked it out myself.”

You look into the camera with a knowing look.

“by the way, bro,” Sans decides now to properly join the conversation, “we should probably talk about some house rules over dinner. living with a new person is gonna take some getting used to, especially since it’s just been me ‘n you for the longest time.”

The other perks up, “YES, YOU ARE RIGHT, SANS. NOTHING BETTER TO DISCUSS A LONG-TERM SLEEPOVER THAN OVER SOME OF WELL-CRAFTED SPAGHETTI.”

Uh oh. You’ve only read about the legends, but to actually get the chance to eat some of Papyrus’ spaghetti? Let’s just say you’re lucky that it’s going to be made of magic/the same components of other monster food. Because these bitches most likely don’t have toilets either.

“WHY DON’T YOU SHOW THE HU-ERM, SHOW [Y/N] WERE THE WASHROOM IS WHILE I SERVE US ALL A PLATE?”

“you got it, bro.”

You lock eyes with the older skeleton, catching him as he jerks his head for you to follow him. You drape your shawl neatly over the couch’s arm rest as you pass by it. The house is bigger on the inside than you thought. Being inside, you realize that they don’t actually have much in here. You’re walking up the stairs behind Sans when he speaks to you in a very hushed voice.

“just a heads up, papyrus’ food is…” Sans grimaces, “slowly becoming more edible. i’ll do my best to help you out, but all i ask is that you just pretend it’s good, okay?”

You frown a bit, “Oh, uh…. Okay. But… why not tell him the truth?”

You both reach the second floor. On the left is Papyrus’ room. The door is decorated with a stop sign, fake police tape, a few red stickers, and a note that says the following.

“KEEP OUT OR SUFFER THE WRATH OF THE SUPREME SPAGHETTORE EXECUTIONER!!”

How cute! Down the right are actually three doors. The door on the  right wall was one you never saw in the game, so you can only assume it leads to the balcony. The second furthest with fire and dancing lights seeping underneath is Sans’, but the middle one is unfamiliar to you. It’s the same mahogany door as the other two. Instead of having the huge classic bone painting, it’s been reduced in size and hangs off a nail that’s been hammered into the door.

Is that the washroom??

Sans turns around to look at you with a weak smile, “after meeting him, can you really tell me that you can just say the truth to his face and break his heart?”

Well… Yes, actually. You 100% can. You’ve done it to Elliot and your brother’s before, and you can do it again. Yes, it can be hard because you don’t want to be the person who has to hurt their feelings, but…

You can’t lie to someone just to protect their feelings. It’s things like that that makes the other person even more fragile to criticism. Not only that, but when it comes to people you care about (Papyrus falls into that category already) you have too much respect for them to just lie to them.

But you really don’t want to start shit on your first day and make Sans hate you. Later though, when you and Papyrus are actually proper friends, you’ll tell him. You don't like straight up lying though since it can easily be used against you, so you suppose you can lie through omission instead.

For now, you just sigh, “I understand what you’re trying to say. Um, if that’s the case, how about we bring out that pie Toriel made? Maybe we can use it to cover up that we’re not eating his creepy pasta.”

Sans’s smile relaxes, “heh, yeah, good idea. go wash up first. i’ll have your suitcase downstairs by the couch. i don’t wanna go through your stuff.”

“Sounds good. Is…” You point to the furthest right room, “that a washroom?”

“close. middle door is the one. that one is my room.”

You start walking to the middle door, “Ooh, how ominous. Meet you downstairs, then.”

“yep.”

Their washroom is… messy in an organized way. Sticky notes plastered on the mirror with basic reminders such as: “brush your teeth” and “shave.”

???

Shave what??

There are two sides of the bathtub, too. One side has a shower rack with various shampoos, conditioners, body soaps, loofahs, and nearly all of it looks to be brand new.

The other side of the tub has a 13 in 1 bottle.

You fucking swear. If that one belongs to Sans-

You absolutely believe that Papyrus would use so many products though, but does he really need all of that? Slay, you guess. They don’t have ANY bar soap—both for their hands and for body wash. You guess it makes sense since it might get caught in their joints and be harder to wash out.

When you pump some of their hand soap, the scent of spaghetti wafts through the air.

…

You don’t know how to feel about that.

As you’re washing your hands, you take a moment to check your reflection. Wow, you’re a little messy but that’s to be expected after the journey it took to get here. Your hair is a bit out of place, there’s a smudge of dirt on your face, and there’s still some snow on your dress. Why hasn’t it melted yet? Is the snow magic, too?

You dry your hands and clean up in other places as well.Your face, your hair, your dress. You only spend a minute or so to clean up, leaving the bathroom and starting going back down stairs. Already you see your suitcase by the side of the couch. You wonder where the hell Sans was keeping it this whole time.

You get on both knees by your suitcase and set it down properly to open it. You smile seeing that your things look well kept and in place. The pie also looks well intact with the whip cream only slightly smudged from being inside the clear container. You put the pie on the small table with the Quantum Physics joke book and zip your case back up. You sigh and put your hands on your lap, thinking when would be the best time to call Toriel to let her know you made it safely.

You hear someone walk towards you, so you look up with a polite little smile.

“how’s the weather down there?” Sans asks.

“Colder than the devil’s taint-”

“pfft!”

“-thanks for asking, though.”

He clears his throat (somehow), “if you’re ready, then-”

“-Actually,” You stand up and straighten your dress, “do you mind if I step out for a minute? I gotta make a phone call to Toriel and let her know I’m alive and not missing a leg.”

“huh? sure, go ahead. if it tickles your funny bone, you can go to the balcony instead so you’re not seen by everyone in town.”

“Awesome,” You pick up the pie and hand it to him, “Here ya go, bone boy. One Butterscotch Cinnamon pie made by Toriel.”

His permanent smile grows when he takes it, “ah, i’ll never get tired of eating these.”

…Was that another slip up? Sans realizes this too immediately and tenses up. You’ll let it go this time, but why are you catching this guy slipping?

“Oh, you guys made one before?” You ask with a smile, “They’re surprisingly easy to make, so maybe we can bake another in the future.”

“y-yeah, definitely.” He clears his throat again and jerks his head towards the stairs, “you better get going. papyrus is really excited for you to try some spaghetti.”

“Right, right, right.”

Showing your own brand of Mercy, you quickly drop the topic and rush back up the stairs to get to the balcony. Sans sighs out all his built up tension when you’re out the door. That was way too close and the funny thing is? He’s 90% sure that you knew, but chose to stay quiet for his sake. Sans isn’t usually this sloppy he swears, but being that you are a new addition to his monotonous life, it’s only natural that he’s thrown off his game.

He looks down at the pie in his hands. Sans meant it though, he’ll never get tired of these pies. He knows they’re not easy to make though. In one of the few, rare timelines where the monsters are freed and Frisk doesn’t Reset in months, he helped Toriel bake a Butterscotch Cinnamon pie.

Safe to say, it was a fucking disaster that got him banned from the kitchen.

Sans tightens his grip on the pie ever so slightly.

You know something, don’t you?

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[doom-nerdo-666]

I guess i do have a lot to say about Cthulhu in Doom.

In that one Quake related post, i mentioned that Doom always had potential for horror and that Hell always had potential for surrealism and abstraction. Specially because Hell is an evil place that "knows it" and borrows elements from other worlds then corrupts them. It's why demons once looked like this:

Hell is a place about concepts like sin, it's also why concepts like the 7 deadly sins, 9 layers of Dante's Inferno etc should be explored in the series with a Doom touch. It'd be cool.

Meanwhile, with Lovecraft, we're talking about literature where "incomprehensible horrors" are talked about because of the literature aspect. And i also assume that these beings are so weird and out there, they're not even aware that their existence drives us insane maybe. Because of this, it's how Hell and "Lovecraftland" can seem like opposite in those specific areas. I guess this is why Doom as a series gets more spotlight than the setting of Quake 1 (specially since Doom has more stuff than Quake 1's setting at this point).

But even then, these new Doom games also made weird choices like making cybernetic demons as UAC creations and Immora as a whole. (And i'm sure some of you know how i feel about those but whatever) But basically, i always thought Doom's Hell could have "eldritch" stuff without the need of actual Lovecraftian worlds. Maybe it's still my occasional "purity" with Doom's setting because id seems to be expanding Doom "horizontally" while i think of expanding it "vertically".

I guess one can also point out, outside the Hell tech, the Cthulhu design is still "general" as far as depicitons go. Made me want to bring up the Takayuki Takeya take on the monster

(look it up because this photo alone doesn't do justice) (even then, it still sort of acknowledge the tentacles being octopus-like, i guess)

At the same time, AtimZarr1 on Doomworld made an interesting point: id just used a basic taken on Cthulhu right after presenting a very creative Heaven. Because a point that could be made is "if old id thought of a heaven in Doom before, it'd probably not have a unique name like Urdak". It if looks like Cthulhu, it will be Cthulhu. I wonder if it's wrong to assume we could have Dracula in Doom or even beasts from Egyptian Mythology or Japanese Yokai. I know Q1 had the mission packs using Thor's hammer and some new themes but there's also D64's cut levels with Mayan stuff for example.

In general, i'd still prefer if some demons are clearly native from Hell or at least took over other creatures since Hell IS the main bad guy: and the literal ultimate essential dimension of evil. Hell is the definition of evil as a place.

(or maybe have some demons be just representations of some different beliefs and go full Shin Megami Tensei)

I do like the enemy designs like the new Cacodemon and Cosmic Baron, they give me D3 vibes. Actually i won't be surprised if id retcons D3 by making it so that the demons are related to the Cosmic realm.

And what about Quake? That is the game with the Lovecraft stuff right? But as expected, Doom stole a lot from Quake's chances that even the Sentinels are arguably fitting for Quake. At that point, expand on the D1/2 ports in the Fortress of Doom by porting more games, including the classic Quake and Heretic/Hexen series lol.

It also turns out id is not planning to use TDA to connect Doom to Quake. Does this mean Quake still has a chance for a singleplayer title? I dunno lol. Speaking of Doom eating up Quake: When are we getting Crash and Phobos as actual Doom characters? Like their expansions and shit, why not?

Or if they do another D3 re-release (one that's actually good), canonize Trent Reznor's sounds even if as an option.

Don't know what else to add.

[soaps-mohawk]

i’m very new to the whole a/b/o scene, your fic is really the only one i’ve read cuz it’s just so good! but i’ve been meaning to ask, what happens during the presentation process?

Aww!! I love corrupting converting people to omegaverse fans!!! My favorite past time 💚

Alright, I think you're the first that's asked about presenting so far. I haven't really touched on it in the fic (and I'm not sure I will? I can't think of any place I would put it in but who knows 🤷) But essentially, the presenting is when pups (otherwise known as children in our universe) gain the traits of their second gender or status. It happens around the age of 16, some might present a little earlier, some later. Just kind of depends, like puberty. Everyone is different. Reader presented just after their 16th birthday, so about the normal time.

It happens differently for each status, but basically for a few days before you might start to feel a little off, perhaps some irritability, discomfort, exhaustion, some might get moody. There might be physical discomfort as well (especially with omegas and occasionally alphas since there's actual physical changes they go through.) The actual shift itself is pretty quick, usually happens overnight. You go to bed a pup and wake up an alpha, beta, or omega.

Betas have it the easiest. There's not a lot of changes they have to go through, other than their scent changing and they may be prone to some moodiness beforehand since they're more perceptive to emotions as betas and it's their nature as betas to help calm down the strong emotional swings alphas and omegas are prone to. Overall it's an easy process for them. They might be a little moody, to go bed, and wake up chill and relaxed and smelling nice.

Alphas also have it sort of easy when it comes to presenting. They're the ones that might get irritable and moody beforehand, they might get uncomfortable both mentally and physically. (Think like those horrible teenage mood swings where nothing is right and you just want to kick through a wall.) They might not feel much different after they've presented, they might wake up still in a bad mood, but with a stronger scent and they might get a little possessive of something (or someone, it's happened where a pup might present as an alpha and then get protective and possessive towards a younger sibling especially if they're close or they've been the ones caring for that sibling.) It doesn't usually last more than a couple days, though the moodiness might linger as those strong alpha instincts and emotions settle into place. That's usually where the parent that's an alpha will step in and guide them through how to adapt to those emotions and learn to control them and harness them if they need to. Not every parent does, though, and so teenage alphas can be absolute nightmares.

Omegas arguably have it the worst when it comes to presenting. They'll have mood swings, exhaustion, lots of physical discomfort. It's hard to predict if a pup is going to be an alpha or omega since they can have the same sort of pre-presentation symptoms. Some omegas might get irritable and aggressive, some might go the other way and get sad and depressed. Some might not have any emotional changes at all. It just sort of depends. They have the hardest presentation, as they go through a sort of mock heat while they're presenting. Their body temperature will rise, they'll have a lot of joint and muscle pain, they might swing through every emotion known to man in a short amount of time. Their scent sweetens to the point of being almost noxious, and can change rapidly depending on how badly the omega is suffering through the presentation. It can be incredibly painful and lasts for a few days. Parents can tell immediately when their pup is presenting as an omega, and if they're going to send them to an institute, day one is usually when they'll call and start the process of getting them enrolled. Then usually, a few days later, by the time the presentation is over and the "mock heat" has faded, the institute reps are knocking on the door to take the omega to the institute. It's a really rough process all around, not just for the omega but for the parents as well, as the omega parent can start to bond unintentionally with their omega pup as they help them through the presentation and then if they're getting sent to an institute, that bond has to be broken on both ends.

So...yeah. That's the details on that. I'm glad you asked because I hadn't really thought about explaining the presentation process really in detail. I think it'll get mentioned again in the future, but not really in much detail. I think knowing this stuff will make that part better, in truth.

As always, more than happy to answer any questions (as best I can, spoilers avoided) and explain anything that might be causing confusion or that you're just curious about.

[wishing-stones]

Are the boys into soulplay? Like- you know that trope where souls are incredibly sensitive in a spicy way? Would they be into that? -

This has been sitting unfinished so long in my drafts jfc

Killer has to be convinced. His is always on display and does get brushed on occasion. He's gotten good at ignoring accidental contact, but genuine touching of the soul with Intent to make him feel good? That's... an entire level of intimacy that he's... he's not sure about. You have to go slow and be gentle, but in the face of glaring acceptance and even love for him entirely, he's not going to object. Chances are he's not even going to be able to vocalize anything, he's too busy alternatively feeling the pleasure and feeling the all-encompassing warmth of being known. It's still a really scary thing, though so... this will be something done sparingly.

Dust is a little gunshy, too, but... mostly because he doesn't want to see the damage he's done to it. He hasn't really seen his soul since... well, everything. You can convince him, but he won't be comfortable looking at it. He'd rather lay back with his arm over his sockets and just... feel. Be very, very gentle, because he might have a bit of a hair trigger here. He could also very easily get overwhelmed if you pour on too much stimulation all at once, so slow and careful is the best way to deal with him.

Axe is a little more accepting of this if you've been together for a while. He'd be delighted to have you know him so intimately, actually, but it's going to be a mutual thing. He'll let you touch his first, just so you understand how deeply personal this is for him, and wouldn't you know it, you have a melty puddle of Axe. He can take a little more firm contact with his soul, but be careful you don't squeeze too hard. He basks in the feeling of all of your good Intent shot directly into the core of his being. His soul has a little damage, but is arguably the most normal-looking. Once you get your feet wet with handling his soul, he will handle yours, and you'd better be ready because he loves you so much.

Cross is hesitant, but if he really trusts you, he'll allow it. He's very tense until you actually have his soul in your hands. Show him your Intent, and he's absolutely putty. He'll put his head in your lap and just, enjoy it. He's practically immobilized by emotion, and depending on how you handle him, he might tear up. Still, he enjoys it immensely, especially when your Intent to make him feel good permeates his entire being. It's a little embarrassing being so vulnerable, but... he trusts you. He'd like to return the favor, if you'll let him, actually. It's an experience he thinks you should have.

Baggs is very hesitant to let anyone near his soul. He already messed with it enough, he's not sure he'd like someone else touching it. Nevermind that he will (and probably does) gleefully handle yours, your soul can take a bit more than his can. If you're patient and persistent, though, he'll cave eventually on the caveat that he has yours, too. He wants the insurance that he can stop you with a thought if it's too much. It... winds up not being too much because the instant he feels good Intent, he's a puddle. He'll cuddle closer so that he is as physically close to you as he feels he is with his soul in your hands. For someone so vocal with... more physical intimacy, he's very quiet if you're touching his soul. It's very cathartic to him.

Nightmare is a very hard sell. He's massively possessive of his soul and if anyone's ever seen it, they haven't said anything about it. This is not something he's terribly keen on, but you might be able to wear him down eventually. Being a Guardian, his soul is... unique. It is apple-shaped as opposed to the standard heart shape, and is similarly corrupted. it's kind of slimy to touch, but unlike with him, you can wipe it away to reveal the kind of purplish soul beneath. The corruption on his soul offers a small layer of protection, but to touch the soul beneath it is a very new sensation for him. Nightmare and vulnerability don't generally mix very well, so if you have gotten this far, it's forever. This may as well be a proposal. He clings to you and makes some very undignified noises, but since he can feel your Intent directly on his soul, he knows it's okay, that he doesn't need to stop you even if it makes him a little (a lot) anxious to be so intimately known, so have everything that he has built up stripped away and his true self seen for the first time in centuries. The frightened, defensive boy who did what he had to in order to survive, the person he grew into, still frightened of any form of weakness... except for you. He's going to be incredibly clingy and cuddly for a while after that while he processes the gravity of that. You are the only person in five centuries who has ever touched his soul.

It's entirely possible to make them come this way, but it's very different than anything done with ecto. It's so much more intimate and takes them a while to recover from. You have to be very good with aftercare here, reassurances and cuddles because none of them except for Axe, maybe, are very comfortable with being known so completely. Rest assured, though, they'll absolutely return the favor if for no other reason than to help you understand how truly intimate an experience it is.

[faewrenbird]

Following based off the Miquella v. Mohg Wars post. 😅

As a Mohg defender, dear god the amount of insufferability makes me hate Miquella's character even more. With the amount of hostility shown toward Mohg it leads me to believe Miquella's way worse.

I'm sure the other side thinks the same of "team Mohg." But Mohg ultimately isn't the final boss, is he?

-Deep Breath-

I honestly don't believe Mohg was wholly good. Nor was Miquella wholly evil. But the amount or hatred toward Mohg is at a point where, imo, it's cruel. And does carry an air of "victim blame" akin to "the Hornsent deserved it."

Likewise, Miquella's intentions may have been good. But the glossing over of the evils he did to get what he wanted is gross. And a little disconcerting...

Mohg might not have been a good guy. But... Ultimately he did deserve better. As Ansbach says. And I really hate how that message sort of flew over peoples heads.

I try not to let the fandom poison my perception of any of the characters, so I don’t hate Miquella by any means, but for some reason the two most worn out topics of debate in this fandom are Mohg v Miquella and Radahn x Miquella. And to me it really does feel sincerely bizarre for there to even be debates there at all. Try as I may, I can’t wrap my head around it. And I think maybe it’s just…people getting too entrenched in fandom/lore that they forget the context of the entire game?

There’s just absolutely nothing in the game that is ever established as good or evil. Arguably the Flame of Frenzy, I suppose? But even then, is it true evil to purge a world that’s so corrupted that it’s unrecognizable? Okay, there’s the Dung Eater, that’s probably as close to true evil as we get—and even then, the idea is to make everything fully corrupted so that it’s the standard and thus nothing is corrupted. “If everyone’s a super, no one is” type of thing.

The whole entire endeavor and struggle of the game is us playing as a person touched by the corruption who is fighting against corruption to become the master of it and decide what to do with that corruption. Spread it? Eradicate it and start new? Contain it? Convert it? Ignore it?

How can you look at the major themes of the game and think that anything in it is concrete black and white, good and evil? The demigods represent the initial struggle against the corruption and subsequent failure to do shit about it. We’re forced to look in the face of each of their failures, and that’s supposed to influence us on what we choose to do to try not to be another failed attempt to change fate.

Mohg is interesting because his method to change things was to subjugate the forces of corruption and cleanse it all in blood. I think maybe this imagery (goat man, blood sacrifice = Satan) lends people to have a really negative perception of him. But if you look at blood neutrally, it’s not something evil or grotesque, it’s the life force of all living things (which I personally believe the Formless Mother represents). Mohg is calling for a return to that nature, that connection. And that is extremely far from evil!!!

The problem is that he wasn’t exempt from the effects of this “corruption,” so his goals of course take on a sinister edge. Blood, which could have been holy and obtained through non-murderous means, becomes acquired only through murder.

Never is this more apparent to me than in the distinction between the Pureblood Knights and the Bloody Fingers. The Knights seem like an older faction of Mohg’s, from a younger time when blood was revered, when the worship and intentions of it were pure. But Mohg became twisted and it reflects in the Bloody Finger descriptions and how they became murderous and frenzied because of his own tainted blood.

And these are things that existed before Miquella’s influence, or at least overlapping later with it.

This is getting stupid long so I won’t psychoanalyze Miquella and peel apart his themes but he’s a corrupted failure, too. We actually get to see the stages of his corruption in detail, unlike any other demigods. He had good and innocent intentions, but slowly became warped enough that he was okay with abandoning his heart and ability to love (potentially through violent means aka pushing her off a cliff). And it just so happens that his brand of corruption benefitted real damn well from Mohg’s. He took advantage of Mohg’s corruption with his own, their good goals complimenting each other. Mohg wants purity, Miquella can make purity happen. But the desire for purity becomes obsession, and the power of purity becomes manipulation.

All that rambling to say that Mohg wasn’t a saint when Miquella charmed him. Miquella wasn’t either! They were both just already twisted beyond recognition and, unfortunately for Mohg, Miquella had the upper hand.

I think that Ansbach, while clearly biased, saw beyond the impurities that infected Mohg. In fact, he seems incredibly adept at seeing through to the heart of things. He recognized Mohg for his desire for purity and his reverence towards the warmth that connects people rather than dividing them (which is actually quite ironic when compared to Morgott, they actually end up being the inverse of one another in a subverting expectations sort of way but ahem that’s a different convo). Ansbach supported that part of Mohg, and supported his goals too! But he didn’t support the way his goals got twisted and corrupted.

He’s right. Mohg did deserve better. Although, I truly believe that could be said for all of the demigods. None of them asked to be turned into the monsters they became. None of them wanted the world to be destroyed. None of them wanted to lose themselves, and that’s the real tragedy of it all. Every single demigod is already dead when we reach them. The people they once were and all of their good intentions are already dead, including Miquella and Prime Consort Radahn.

It’s supposed to gut us. It’s supposed to show us the cost of failure and just how fucked up this world is. It’s supposed to be a warning that we could be no better. It’s supposed to enforce that we are the only hope left for anything but this.

And when we stroll our asses up to the Elden Beast, it’s supposed to be with the fury and vengeance and loss of ALL of those demigods.

There’s no good and evil. There’s literally only a struggle against a cosmic power and the infection it spread on a once normal world.

[toweringclam]

Disco Elysium in Limbus Company

Note: I tried to port over as much as I could, but some stuff is different. I created this because Harrier Du Bois is one of my Sinners, under the pseudonym Raphael Mullen.

The Pale Sea (often just The Pale) is a region of the Great Lake serving as a border between the waters of District 20 and 21. As such, it's a very important shipping lane. However, it presents unique challenges to navigation that until very recently even U-corp had trouble with.

The main issue is that it is not actually a sea at all. Rather, it's a zone of altered reality that only becomes a sea if you make it one. A sailor must impose their will upon it in order to turn the Pale into a navigable ocean. The traditional method of doing this was with a Singularity called the Volto de Mar. Rather than taking the form of a device, the Volto is a regimen of psychological conditioning that allows one to constantly compose poetry in their mind. An ever-changing hymn to the sea, composed even while sleeping, to create reality from nothingness.

However, to call the Pale "nothingness" is misleading. It's both everything and nothing at the same time. Infinity divided by zero. People who are touched by the Pale often find themselves either lost in nostalgia for memories they never personally experienced or have their memories erased completely. Comparisons have been made to the effects of mirror technology and Refraction, but a link has not been firmly established.

Somewhere in the Pale is an archipelago called the Insulinde, and on the Insulinde is a city called Revachol. For a long time, it was considered an Outskirts settlement. However, it was one that the City was often forced to deal with because of their unique location and near-monopoly over the Volto. Until about 50 years ago, previous U-corp Wings hadn't been able to penetrate the Pale, allowing Revachol to become a prosperous trade empire called the Suzerainty that rivaled a Wing in power. However, the current U-corp's navigation Singularity, coupled with an ill-fated revolution, broke the Suzerainty's trade monopoly and effectively ended Revacholian independence.

Following the Revolution, both T-corp and U-corp wanted to lay claim to Revachol, but neither wanted to actually govern it. The Head stepped in to form a Coalition to oversee the former Outskirts, including other Corps that border the Lake as neutral parties. (V, S, and R). Officially, Revachol is part of the Backstreets, though not the backstreets of any particular District. Culturally, it remains as distinct from the City as any Outskirts settlement.

The RCM

The Revachol Citizens' Militia exists as a Fixer organization too big to be called an Office, but too small and remote to be called an Association. It's sometimes called the Hamabi Association, but this is mostly derisive, to imply that it is just a pawn of the Coalition. It's classified as a peacekeeping organization under the Zwei, but it also does the work of a detective organization under the Seven.

Individual Offices (called Precincts) are staffed by between 20 and 40 Fixers and support staff. Rather than being profit-driven, they are ideally civic-minded and rely entirely on donations from the public for their continued operations. In practice, this can often lead to bribery and "pledge drive" shakedowns, though they're quick to point out that they keep the peace even when money is tight, unlike mainland Fixers.

The Union

A Syndicate ideologically aligned with the Yurodiviye, at least in theory. While the two share the same foundational texts, the Union claims to be the true heirs of Revolution, despite being fabulously corrupt to an almost comical degree. Yet it's arguable that the Union has been more successful at meeting its goals precisely because of this willingness to get dirty.

Currently, they're led by the Claire triplets, Evrart, Edgar, and Emmet. They use their identical status to confuse people and give plausible deniability to any immoral actions they take. Recently, they won a major victory against the Coalition, and now the Union serves as the de facto governing body for much of Revachol, with the Coalition having to go through them first.

Measureheads

A Syndicate formed since the Union takeover by a former member, they have a strange and idiosyncratic ideology, believing in the supermacy of dark-skinned "Semenese" people over others. They have ties to the Middle through La Madre and use their tattoo technology to enhance themselves in mind as well as body.

La Madre

A mysterious figure leading the Middle in Revachol. The fact she calls herself mother in an organization where a Big Sibling is powerful enough to wreck the original Limbus crew should give you enough of an idea.

[defira85]

2, 5, 6, 10, 18, 19, 24, 28 TELL ME ALL THE THINGS ABOUT KASSARA *chinhands*

From the Dark Urge ask game here!

WOAH THERE lmfao this is going to have to go under a cut because some of these got long fast

#2 answered here

5. How's our mental health? Did we get out unscathed, are we still tormented by nightmares? How do we cope with this absolutely life changing journey we just went thru? Any lifestyle changes to deal with?

All things considered, Kass could be worse haha. I think the first six months are the worst, especially the first two months when she has Enver back but Not (ifyky), that's when the depression hits the worst because she's watching everyone else move on with their lives and she's just. Stuck. Frozen in this one place in time wondering if she's sacrificed everything and gained almost nothing, if she's going to be alone with her pain for the rest of her life

Then he wakes up properly, and she's ecstatic! She's deliriously happy again! And then she gets pregnant, and her fear of Bhaal comes roaring up again and she spends a few months of the pregnancy gripped with severe anxiety to the point of agoraphobia, unable to leave their new house, unable to leave the bed at times

It comes and goes in waves over the years. Sometimes she's blissfully happy and content, and sometimes she's so overwhelmed by the weight of her depression and her guilt and grief and her anxiety that, like with her chronic pain, she's bedridden and grey and gaunt

6. Have we learned from the mistakes of our predecessors, or are we fully embracing the Abdel Adrian route? Are they trying to establish themselves as an influential figure or trying just to live a lovely little peaceful life?

Kass went full Abdel Adrien, from trying to kill Bhaal all the way up to finding herself immersed in local politics after her redemption and very publicly sacrificing herself to save the city. She and Enver can't hold seats in parliament, but she's treated as like... I said mascot earlier as a joke but she's like the local city superhero. She's Kassara Ansuran, Heart of the Gate. They trot her out for holidays and big public events, when she gets her corrupted valkyrie look on and her wings and stands there on the podium looking uncomfortable just like Abdel used to

Heart of the Gate does become an inherited title, and her son Flynn takes it up after she retires, so they're arguably nobles? And there's plenty of less desirables and less scrupulous members of society who keep trying to lure Enver back into politics but he keeps his involvement as lowkey as possible because he's already been tortured in the afterlife once, thanks, he's not going to tempt fate and do anything to earn it a second time

10. Does any of the traits they learned in their old profession ever come in handy down the line? Have they opened a clinic, do they get by as a mercenary, are they staying far away from everything even slightly connected to their past life?

I think in about twenty years time, when the kids are all in their teens and she has more free time, she would like to teach at the Physicians College. Or, arguably more in character for her, she'd run her own classes for free to the outrage of the college deans and the lofty establishment, to teach people medicine and biology who might never have been able to afford the fees or have the "right background" to gain admittance

18. Do they ever meet any of the other Tadfools again? Are they questing together once more? Do they purposefully stay away from some?

Oh, all of my giant extended family of Tavs and Tadfools stay in touch. No escaping this giant Forced Found Family

Carmela is reassigned to Baldur's Gate by her holy order, to oversee reconstruction and to help dampen the effects of the corrupted magics that were unleashed by the Crown. That means Astarion stays around, and they're never all best of friends but they get along better over time. Carmela will always be too zealous for Kass, and Astarion will always be too flippant for Enver, but they have dinner at least once a month

Gale and Rhyme live in Waterdeep, and Rhyme has far less capacity for forgiveness than Karlach does for either of them. Despite that, second child Orin desperately wants to study at Blackstaff after being declared a magical prodigy, and so Orin spends her semesters living with the Dekarios' and comes home for the holidays. This necessitates a certain degree of closeness that's probably uncomfortable for everyone, but gets less fraught over time

The Ravengard-Cliffgate-Brightiron clan settles in Baldur's Gate as well once Karlach's heart is mended by Gortash, which goes a long way towards mending the rifts there. Wyll immediately goes into politics to help represent the poor, the working class, the refugees etc, and so this means a lot of Wyll's work involves Kass and Carmela. The family gets even closer when Hope Ansuran, the youngest daughter of Kass and Enver, marries Hypatia Ravengard-Cliffgate-Brightiron aka Hypatia Ravengard, daughter of Wyll and Karlach and Violet. As I said, Karlach's capacity for forgiveness is grudgingly better than Rhyme's

Lae'zel and Zhier come and go for special occasions, like the epilogue party, and bring Xan along with them when they travel

Heron, Halsin and Shadowheart live between Reithwin and Moonhaven, and are more likely to have Kass come visit them than they are to visit the city. They add their own children to Halsin's brood of adoptees, so Kass wouldn't miss visiting her nieces and nephews for the world

Jaheira lives down the road. They have dinner regularly. She seems surprisingly fine with Enver despite everything, and when the kids come along, she calls them her fat little bhaalspawn grandchildren

Minthara takes a few years to forgive her after she decides to try and save Orin, so there's a few years where Minthara won't come to group dinners if Kass is there

Sometimes Kass wakes up and walks into the kitchen and just finds Minsc at the table with Sceleritas, both of them eating badly burnt bacon with cereal without milk and gossiping about mutual friends they have that she's never heard of

19. How are the others doing actually? What's Durges opinion on it? Do they think their old companions are doing well, are they glad about it or maybe even resentful? Do they ever even find out?

I sort of answered that one with the above, but I will add a few additional details

I'm not going to say anything else about Rhyme and Gale because that's spoilers for their current WIP story, just that they're both alive and living in Waterdeep

Carmela and Astarion are happy. They never have kids, which suits both of them splendidly, and Kass thinks they balance each other well. Carmela mellows thanks to Astarion smoothing some of the rigid edges off of her, and Astarion is growing into a more grudgingly conscientious person

Wyll and Karlach and Violet are doing SO well. They're helping people, they're fighting the good fight, they have a happy loving family, they all have everything they needed when they were struggling for purpose and self worth at the start of the game. Kass is desperately happy for them, and was aggressively proactive in helping design and implement Karlach's new heart

Zhier and Lae'zel likewise, very happy. Leading rebellions, raising their son, uniting their peoples, all the good stuff

Minthara needs time. Kass understands that, even if it hurts. Like with Rhyme, they might not ever be close

Heron's happiness with Halsin and Shadowheart quietly hurts her, for a time, because she feels a little like she's being forgotten and left behind, but she overcomes that with time and her own healing. Shadowheart becomes the sister her heart longed for that she never quite got with Orin

Jaheira and Minsc are fine. Kass doesn't know quite how she got adopted by these two, but they're regular fixtures in her house

24. What happened to the stones? Where are they? Do they still exist? Remember most of those idiots only wanted the crown, nobody ever said something about those pretty gems that spend god knows how long with the others. Basically how freaky is Durge about them?

Mmmmmmmm this is a spoiler for Rhyme and Gale's fic, I shall not be tempted to spill a word!

28. Wild Card / Dealers choice

I know that everyone loves the tragedy of Durgetash, the grief and the loss and the forever mourning what could have been. And I do too! I love reading other fics about it. But I also like my devastating angst with a sickening dollop of happy ending, and I'm always interested in how one goes about..... mmm, I don't want to say repenting or earning their happy ending, because that reeks of christian morality, but like. You've hurt people. How does that knowledge shape your life? How does it shape your decisions and your actions? How do you go about improving the world when you've been given a second chance? Do you make any attempts to improve the world when you've been given a second chance? Like, Enver 100% improves the lives of the people of Baldur's Gate in my epilogue, but he doesn't do it because he feels sowwy or because he wants to help people - but! Does that matter? Is moral repentance and genuine humility required, if people's lives are still physically improved by your actions? It's probably too moralistic for a durgetash smut fic but yeah.

The physical world is a fucking awful place and I like happy endings. Sometimes I just want my escapism to cater to me in excruciating detail

[dystopyx-blog]

It’s moth time baby

Ivo the Io moth.

He’s the delusional archetype. Funnily enough, he is the most sane, rational, and normal one of the group. So excuuuuuse me, princess if he assumes that he’s the one you’re dating! hes just a sane, rational being, and you’re his exhausted partner (exhausted cuz you have to deal with the other freaks)

Another weird delusion is he treats the other moth men like they’re your kids?? You’ll tell the others to knock it off/stop fighting and he’ll come in like “listen to your mother.’ And everyone’s just “???” I imagine business casual attire, medium length hair pulled over one shoulder idk how to describe it…

Appearance: Pretty tall, Kuu and Atlas are just fuckin freaks /hj. 5’9 As I mentioned I have a specific hairstyle in mind but ajsjdhdudnududdi idk man. Wears a simple pale yellow dress shirt, his wings draped behind him. The biggest/fluffiest antenna of all the bois. Soft, kind eyes. Fluff around neck, arms, and legs.

Okay so does anyone know the “sex-crazed moths” meme?

Because my obsessive moth i inspired by that.

Kuu the Luna Moth

the poplar hawk moth is the one associated with that particular meme But I’m using the Lunar moth for my obsessive boyo because fuckin look at it. Luna moths, like the poplar hawk and most other large moths, have no mouth and cannot eat or drink. They fuck then die. My boy Kuu has a moth, but that doesn’t make him any less desperate to get with you. He is the prettiest fuckin boy. And he is so so so fuckin desperate for you. He’s also fuckin pathetic. Pretty boy who’d [REDACTED my blog is all ages!!] if you so much as touch him istg With the other boys he’s an egotistical sassy drama queen but with you he’s just desperate lmao

Appearance: Tall and thin. 5’11 Loooooong white/pale green hair trailing all the way down his back. Man exclusively wears robes and kimonos and the like. Handsome man. PRETTY BOY.

Ash the Cinnabar Moth

Okay actually I’m unsure of possessive I want a bigger moth but also I kinda wanna go with cinnabar moth? Edgy boi who feels entitled to you. Gets into the most fights. Possessive but also kind of tsundere. He is smaller than most of the others, arguably a lot simpler looking too, but he has a BIG personality. His name is Ash.

Appearance: Second smallest. 5’6. Least fluffy. Black hair with a red highlight, black antena. Red pants, black boots. Red bandana on neck. Black leather jacket with red accents. Piercings. Rounded sunglasses. And cinnabar wings ofc.

Atlas the… well, Atlas Moth

heheheheheh i am very basic when it comes to protective type yanderes and i refuse to branch out 🫵🫵🫵 My protective guy is a biiiiiiig big big man, big softy, big teddy bear. Who will hammer someone’s head with his bare fist if they hurt you!!! Wraps you up in massive, soft wings 🥺 He just stands behind you… menacingly (to anyone else, as soon as you turn to look at him he’s all smiles!) So what better than the atlas moth? And Atlas is already a perfect name, so Atlas!

ATLAS: BIIIIIIIG BOY BIG. 6’1 Dorito shaped tbh. Wears flannel but the flannel is the pattern of the moth teehee. Brown pants. Work boots. Gloves probably idk. I think for hair hmmmm braided? Man bun? I dunno!!!

Roman the Rosy Maple Moth!

Finally We have our Manipulator. His name is Roman, but darling pleeeease call him Maple 🥺 The rosy maple moth. He’s just a lil guy! He’s baby! But oooo he’s schemin and plottin. With you he’s just baby, just an absolute delight, and so fuckin cute and fluffy. How could you possibly say no to this soft boy?! But he will tear another’s throat out. He will lie and corrupt and manipulate. He’s secretly incredibly rude, vulgar, and sassy. But with you he’s a perfect angel <3

Appearance: the smallest. Like 5’3. Fluffy yellow and pink hair, bog soft yellow attend, big precious puppy dog eyes. Massive fuckin yellow hoodie that is SUPER fuckin fluffy, with pink sleeves. Smallish pink n yellow wings. The hoodie goes down to like just above his knees. Pink leggings and pink calf high converse.