#avoice

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕮𝖆𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖌 𝖇𝖞 𝕬𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊

[kickingthedarkness]

This week we talk about...

Avoice on Spotify Catch up on past episodes Living with Chaos; I wonder if I can.April 24, 2023 by Daniel NortonMake the Work PersonalApril 17, 2023 by Daniel NortonThe DropApril 10, 2023 by Daniel NortonWorst-Case ScenarioApril 3, 2023 by Daniel NortonThink SmallMarch 27, 2023 by Daniel NortonPeople Like UsMarch 20, 2023 by Daniel NortonPerhaps you can help me out, an announcementMarch 17,…

[absolutebl]

Hello there! Just wanted to mention that I absolutely adore your blog, your insights are true gems.

I recently found that one of my favorite characters in a story I was reading was someone I would actively avoid and wish to never meet in real life, so I wanted to ask: Are there any bl boys you loved in their series (maybe also were your favorites) but whom you would not want to meet or would actively avoid in real life?

Thank you!

BL boys I loved in their show but would actively avoid IRL

Most of the high school students in BL. Teen drama is EXHAUSTING.

Honorable mention:

Mostly any of the leads in any Chinese BL, censored or not. They just too unhinged and obsessed.

Most of the ukes in campy Japanese BL.

Any and all cop, law enforcement, mafia, criminal, and assassin characters.

Any character played by Zee, Mew, or Krist.

The entire cast of Only Friends.

(see tags for names of shows)

(source)

No intention of keeping this updated so current as of September 2023. Only BLs that completed before that date are included.

[the-heaminator]

y'know the fact that i was one of those kids that never did anything until was like 15-16 might explain why i am the way that i am

Like i am a badly socialised labrador who is either sweet, chaotic but is too much or just is plain scary and has no idea why.

[teatitty]

I hated myself enough that I finally bit the bullet and read Bazett’s voice lines and so here is the result of that

I wish I was joking about his voice lines but he says the same shit to Cu, Fergus, Diarmuid (yes really. His exact words are “I know it only happened once but... you shouldn’t steal someone’s spouse”) and Medb. Bazett’s voice lines where she is Herself are. Okay I guess. They pretty obviously waifufied her but I didn’t have much hope for her to begin with when I saw the wedding dress art

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Rabbit of Caerbannog by Avoice

This artist on Instagram

[voodooya]

🖤. Rabbit of Caerbannog by Avoice on DeviantArt

[lovesickbrat]

Rabbit of Caerbannog by Avoice

[dailybayonetta]

Jennifer Hale got confirmed as being avoice actress in Bayonetta 3.

“Hale has been voicing characters in games for nearly three decades. She played Samus Aran in the Metroid Prime series, Commander Shepard (female) in Mass Effect, Ashe in Overwatch, and much more.”

source

[donutsupremacy]

Adopt a good boy

•Razor's ending

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Warnings

Razor struggling to speak as fancy as he could, which isn't a lot but we love him

You're gonna feel the fluff tonight

Razor is shy

Doggo and kitties

A/N: Understandable choice. I would pick best wolf too.

I noticed Razor does actually have pretty normal grammar, a few mistakes here and there sure, but other than that he can actually speak rather normally. Hence, why I didn't make him go 'Razor want kiss' 'Razor bark woof woof' every 10 seconds.

If you're wondering why I included him when he had no physical canine/feline traits, it's because in this AU, one of guz biological parents would be a pure blood human and the other, a half-canine.

P.s. I don't know if Varka has an official design, even if he does, who knows if it'll change in the games. So, I just made him like an elder cause why not lol

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They weren't exactly happy with your choice, but had no heart to continue and compete for your heart.

Razor was a foreign student from Wolvendom, he was full of innocence and purity. Though, he may have trouble with his grammar and was still getting accustomed to everything, that didn't stop everyone from coddling him like a baby. Neither one of them had to heart to fight with him over you.

"Thank you, for choosing me." Razor spoke in his usual raspy voice, his cheeks flushing red as you smiled at him. "Razor... will make sure (Name) will not regret choosing Razor."

"There's no need, Razor. I'll be happy with you, no matter what." You reassured, your smile, as usual, sending his heart racing a thousand miles per hour.

For your Valentine's date, it was held at an adoption centre. According to the gray haired boy, his parents had passed away relatively early, but was taken in by his parent's close friends.

It was a group of elderly men, who had also adopted a young white haired boy named 'Bennett', Razor's adoptive brother.

Instead of a building, it was more of a sanctuary. The building was a little small, but had a large backyard with playful critters running around energetically. When you first entered the building, you were immediately tackled by a large husky.

You screamed out of surprise at first, only to enter a laughing fit when the canine began licking your face, the tongue finding it's way to the most ticklish spot on your face.

"Ah! No, stop!" Razor quickly knelt down next to you, gently prying the canine off your chest. "Bad dog! No good pushing people down!"

"Ahaha... It's fine, Razor, I don't mind." You reassured, wiping the slimy and thick saliva off your cheek. It's disgusting, but you've honestly went through much worse than dogs licking you.

The gray haired boy rushed towards the nearby counter, taking a small pack of tissues and handing them over to you before sitting next to you on the floor. "I am sorry... This is Andrius. Andrius is mascot of centre." He introduced, an arm hung loosely around the canine's back, holding him in place without hurting him.

"Nice to meet you, Andrius." You cooed, scratching the back of his ears.

Andrius panted happily, his fluffy tail swaying left and right. He barked, opting to lick your hand if he couldn't do so to your face. "Andrius... likes to be alone. Also not full of energy. First time seeing Andrius... very excited."

"I think Andrius likes me more than you do." You joked, unaware of the jealous mumbling that came from Razor as you pampered the dog.

"Oh, is that a new voice with Razor I hear?" Avoice spoke, causing you to flinch. Andrius barked, slipping out from Razor's arms and trotting over towards an elderly man smiling fondly at the two of you.

You quickly got up, straightening your attire as Razor slowly stood up next to you with a small smile. "Good evening, sir. I'm (Full Name), Razor's date." You blurted out, causing the boy to stare at you with widened eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Oh, there's no need to be so shy, Razor. And there's no need to be so formal around me. I'm Varka, the manager of the adoption centre. It's such a pleasure to finally meet you, Razor has been rambling non-stop about you." Varka chuckled, earning a quiet and embarrassed mumble from the younger male.

Your face grew warm, wondering what Razor had said about you, let alone rambling about you. You looked over at Razor who nervously fiddled with the collar of his hoodie, before flipping the hood over his head and shyly looking away from you.

"I won't bother you young ones on your date, the adoption centre's closed and the others are resting, no one will bother you two... Maybe Bennett will, but I think he might be playing with the critters right now." Varka said.

With a whistle from the elderly man, the husky barked before trotting off into a hallway. "Off you two go now, and take care of my boy, (Name). If either of you need me, i'll be in the office."

"Th-Thank you, Lupical Varka..." Razor stammered out, Varka's laughter echoing in the hallway with the husky's barking.

You stifled a chuckle, grabbing Razor's hand gently. The sudden warmth enveloping his palm caused him to flinch, his shoulders tensing up and the a faint blush spreading across his face.

"You said there were puppies and kittens I could play with, right? Lead the way." You lightly tugged on his hand, urging him to move.

His muscles loosened, nodding with a small smile, your enthusiasm and eagerness causing his heart to melt. You were just as adorable as the newborn puppies and kittens.

Razor intertwined your fingers together, leading you down a different hallway. Passing by several door, the sound of high pitched barking and meowing grew louder as you approached the door at the end of the hallway.

"Raz— I... want you to meet new lupicals. Lupicals are wolf family in Wolvendom. Very young and like to play. Also like to bite, but not very strong. No need worry." Razor grabbed the doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door open while stepping aside for you to see what was inside the room.

You certainly didn't expect a young white haired boy covered from head to toe in puppies and kittens.

"...Hi Razor!" The young boy greeted, unfazed by dull teeth sinking into his skin or tiny claws scratching at his hair. The gray haired boy jolted in shock before rushing over to carefully lift the newborns away, you followed suit, gently prying off the ones that were attached to his back.

Your arms and chest were now covered in colourful fur, but you couldn't resist when they started letting out high pitched barks and meows, their large neady eyes reflecting your face.

Your heart melted, bringing them closer to your face, resulted in a pepper of kisses and licks. You let out a laugh as more and more began to surround you, pawing at your shoes and nuzzling themselves against you.

"Bennett not hurt? You need to be more careful." Razor sighed, placing the puppies in his arms down that soon scampered toward you, their tails wagging in excitement.

"Nah, i'm alright! Is that (Name)? Nice to meet'cha! I'm Bennett, Razor's brother!" He greeted, extending a hand towards you. You placed them all down before accepting the handshake, now half of them decided to climb up Bennett's legs and biting his shoes.

"Nice to meet you too... Ah, how did you know who I was?" You questioned, now trying to pry the ones clawing at his legs.

"Razor actually talks a lot about you! He told me how pretty you are, how funny and smart you are and—" Before Bennett could continue and ramble about Razor, the said male placed a puppy on his head.

The gray haired boy's face flushed bright red, trying to distract you by shoving a (Puppy/Kitten) at your face. "R-Razor can take care of new Lupical. Bennett need rest."

Despite it clearly being an excuse to have Bennett leave the two of you alone, the innocent white haired boy fell for it. "Alright! If you need anything, let me know, you know where to find me, Raze!"

Placing the puppy on his head down, the white haired boy waved goodbye at you, only to walk straight into the wall, missing the door next to him. You winced, but Bennett only rubbed his head, seemingly unfazed before actually leaving through the door.

You waved the boy goodbye, still surrounded by the critters wanting to play with you. "...So, 'Raze', what kind of things did you 'ramble' on about me?" You teased, sitting down on the ground.

In a blink of an eye, not only several puppies and kittens crawl onto your lap, several more began climbing your back.

You didn't really feel much pain, their claws weren't as sharp as you thought, but your back was certainly not enjoying it. A blushing Razor came to your aid, prying them off your back. Holding one of the critters and sitting next you, petting it's head. "Y-You are very nice, I like to talk about you, a-a lot..."

"That's sweet of you Razor." You cooed, leaning your head on his shoulder affectionately. You felt his shoulder tense, but then a hand moving up from your back to caress your head.

As you gazed around the room, admiring the cute decorations, you noticed over a little puppy sitting on a large bed.

It was a gray puppy with (Colour) eyes, laying down while staring at the wall. Some of the puppies trotted over, nudging at it in an attempt to get it to play with them. Eventually, they gave up and either rested on the same bed or went to play with you.

"Razor... Why is that little one sad?" You asked, pointing at the puppy.

"...That one? That one always sad... because no one want to keep it at home. Lupical very shy and easy to scare. Difficult to make bond with new parents, so Lupical always return..." Razor awnsered, gazing at the poor puppy with a sympathetic expression.

"I see..." You mumbled, following his gaze. After being adopted several times, only to return back into the shelter, you can't imagine how rejected the poor canine felt. All it needed was time and patience, before the special bond between the puppy and owner could take place.

You stood up, slowly approaching the puppy with several more playful ones trailing behind you. Razor, though confused, followed you as well. "Hi." You greeted softly, crouching down to the fearful puppy.

It scampered backwards, it's doe eyes staring at you with fear. Your heart stung at it's terrified whimpers, when all you wanted to do is greet it. "Please don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." You reassured, holding your hand out.

The puppies and kittens were still either pawing at your legs or off to sleep, meanwhile, Razor was standing behind you, watching with a small smile on his face.

He picked up the puppies and kittens behind you, quietly urging them to not disrupt you. Though he was partially failing, as he was distracted by you.

At first the little one wouldn't budge, just remain at the back, shaking like a leaf while staring at you. It felt like an entire decade had passed by before the puppy finally leaned foward slightly, a paw out while glacing between your hand and you.

You suppressed the urge to coo at it's shyness, you used to be like that once. It took a step foward, sticking it's nose out to sniff at your palm, it smelt like daffodils.

Eventually, it reached a paw out. It patted the air a few times, missing your hand by an inch, before it's small fluffy paw landed on the tips of your fingers. You leaned foward slightly, causing it to flinch, but not withdraw. "Nice to meet you." You greeted softly, enveloping it's tiny paw in your large warm palm.

It's trembling ceased, licking it's nose as it glanced between you and it's paw in your hand with the same shy stare. "I think... It likes you." Razor knelt next to you, reached out to pet the puppy on it's head.

"Really?... I like you too." You giggled, scratching it's chin. "It's sad that you're stuck here..." You mumbled in defeat, fighting the urge to ask Razor if you could take it back with you to the dorm and keep it.

The dorms normally don't allow pets in the buildings, save for emotional support animals. But that didn't stop several students from trying to smuggle their pets into the building.

Luckily, the resident assistant doesn't care much if a pet was snuck into their dorms. So as long as it doesn't cause a ruckus every night or go around destroying things, they allow pets to secretly stay.

Still, you weren't sure if you could keep it. You've been quite busy lately, receiving a mountain of assignments that never seem to end.

"...We adopt." Razor blurted out. You turn towards him with a brow raised, was he seriously suggesting something you wished to do but was against it?

"...I'd love to, but... I don't think I would have the time to care for it. I'm sure there'll be better owners for it." You sighed, deciding to accept the truth.

"Razor think we take turn caring Lupical." Razor suggested, his smile causing your heart to melt.

You hummed, it would be nice to have someone look after the puppy if you're busy. Plus, Razor works at the adoption centre, if he was busy too, he could as Bennett to look after it.

You bit your lip, conflicted of the idea. "I don't want to force you. You choose." The gray haired boy reassured in a gentle voice, holding your free hand as the other was being sniffed by the puppy.

"..." You looked at the puppy, who in turn returned it's shy gaze. It's big beady eyes, as though begging for you to accept his offer, pleading you to take care of it as it desperately needs someone as loving and caring as you.

"(Name)? S-Sorry, Razor say something bad? O-Or I make you angry? I don't mean it!"

"No." You replied, putting out both of your hands for the puppy, allowing it to climb into your hands. You cuddled the puppy close to your chest, turning around and walking towards an anxious Razor with a soft smile.

Leaning foward, you place a gentle kiss on his coarse lips. The male flinched, nearly pulling away from you, but remained as still as a statue until you finally pulled away. Although, he wished you didn't.

"I was just thinking how good of a father you're gonna be." You buried your blushing face into his chest, the sound of his heart beating rapidly in your ears.

"R-Razor?... Father?" He managed to utter out in shock, seeing the puppy now staring at him with a rather joyous expression. Slowly, his dumbfounded expression morphed into an affectionate one, pressing a kiss on your head. "...You and me... best parents ever."

"We certainly will be."

For the rest of the day, the two of you continued to play with the puppies and kittens. And once you got home, it was safe to say you had a new roommate, a rather fluffy one.

And a someone special now in your heart.

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A/N: I should really stop rushing these endings lmao

As a cat lover it hurts me to write a puppy adopting ending (Not that I hate dogs, I just love cats more lmao), but I thought a puppy would be far more fitting for Razor

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What if...

You chose someone else?

[baldursgay3]

It's time for me to ramble about my tav and his relationship with the group but also what will probably be a Lot about astarion

i will put this under a read only for most of it past act 1 to avoice spoilers dfor people but 

TL:DR:  Yandarai wants to see his friends and new family free of their gods and masters and seeing astarion so desperately want to be free makes him want to rip cazador's throat out himself so they can go cuddle on the fanciest bed possible with scratch and owlcub in their own fancy beds at the bottom of their own

(I also use the party limit begone mod so everyone comes with me all the time (this does not make the game any easier because i am incredibly bad at the game))

so preface Yandarai Irian is a "Half-Elf" archfey warlock who's patron Milkenan is his papa, and his other father Gyenodi also had a pact with Milkenan before they fell in love and he spirited him away from his noble family to the feywild to get married

Both of Yan's fathers are technically Elves (in appearance) but they're different types so he is often referred to as a Half-Elf, although he's closer to Eladrin (and with the fantastical multiverse mod in EA he was Eladrin )

Milkenan is Archfey/Noble Eladrin so powerful he could be considered Archfey, Gyenodi is High Elf

(Yan says he's a Half-elf but when asked what the other half is he'll only reply "elf" because he's a shit)

Before coming to faerun the only frame of reference he had for mortal beings was Gyenodi who has been in the feywild so long that he isn't as mortal as he once was anymore, and was a bit of a bastard before he left anyway, so Yan has no morals over things others would consider obvious, but he does know the Rules of the Court as thats all Gyenodi really remembers

He'll protect children and animals, but if neither of those are involved it'll be whatever he finds funniest

Until he catches friendship, and then also catches Feelings

platonic affection first comes for Shadowheart, she's standoffish and snarky and her secretive nature is something he loves because she's Interesting!! This funny girl is trying to hide that she's a sharran while wearing shar's emblem in 200 different places and she also has a toy that's stopping us from dying!!

Laezel comes next solely because she's so ready to just throw hands with everyone and the drama that causes is so good!! and then she opens up and he learns that she's just as isolated and alone and unsure of how this world works as he is

Gale is a funny little wizard guy who made so many bad decisions in the name of  love that Yan can't help but enjoy his dumbassery

Wyll is mostly in the same boat as Gale and he's even more interesting with the cool horns than he was without them. He knows what it's like to be a noble with some expectations to be more refined than he truly is

Karlach's enthusiasm is infectious even if they don't always see eye to eye on some matters, and he loves seeing her get so happy over simple things and finally being able to touch other people again. he gives her her first hug in a decade, and never shies away from any of her 

warm, friendly touches.

Halsin is Big and interesting and cares for animals and children as much as he does

Jaheira is Funny and that's the best thing you can be for Yan. She's been through a hell not that different to their current situation and she's still bantering and quipping with him. Her parenting is also funny to him as she's annoyed her own children who she raised clap back at her just as well as she does.

(I haven't got the minsc yet)

And then we have Astarion.

He's snippy, he's overly dramatic, he's the only companion who seems to actually use the tadpoles, he's even Bi

Yan knew something was Up with Astarion before the biting scene, but when you meet a guy with sharp teeth but literally nothing else that ticks the vampire list you don't really think too much on it you know. And then of course the Bite, and he lets him keep feeding while he sleeps because they have to stick together! If he's weak they're all weak and the situation they're in right now means any interpersonal issues will have to be put on hold, he's not the only person there that has tried to kill him already

The first night they spend together is fun, and the rare moment he's vulnerable in the sunlight about his scars is insightful and intimate in a way that he can tell is hard for Astarion. The second night once the grove has been saved is just as fun, even though it's mostly just groping each other in the forest while trying to eat each others faces because they're still battered from the fights in the goblin camp and it'd nice to just feel eachother up sometimes you know?

He calls him pretty when he offers to tell him what he looks like, although he would have much rather have been able to talk about all the little things like how the hair curls around his ears and how sometimes when he smiles his eyes crinkle up or the way his eyes get big and serious and shiny when Yan does something he genuinely appreciates and how long and gentle his fingers were when they were trailing down his neck and —

It's not love, or at least not yet. They're still in so much danger and there's no way this will last past them reaching the moonrise towers, let alone Baldur's Gate itself.

And then he asks Raphael to help him with his scars and also shows Yan just how much he wants to be Free of doing what other people want him to, even if it means taking over a whole cult to do so, sharing traumatic parts of his life under Cazador and how he does care for the other spawn in his own way.

He's still haunted by this man who is miles away, and for some reason Yan feels he Needs to help him get free far more intensely than he feels for the others in the group. They all have their own gods or masters who still Own them in some way, but only Astarion's spectre of the past fills him with Rage.

It seems it all comes to a head after meeting the drow woman in Moonrise towers. He'd already made up his mind that if Astarion wanted nothing to do with her, then he would do nothing to persuade him otherwise. But asking the woman about the potion she would offer them seemed to have given the other man the wrong idea.

Yan wouldn't deny it stung him a little, for Astarion to think that he would force him to, but the look on his face when he makes that clear is more than enough to soothe the hurt.

And then that night? The man admitting that while their nights of passion were just for his own protection at first? that hurt just as much somehow.

But it being followed up with Astarion Confessing his own feelings felt like heaven, as did the hands on his back and his head on his shoulder when Yan closed the distance to hold him.

It still wasn't love, but gods did it feel good having the other man smile against his lips.

It's only once they reach Rivington, having fought an avatar of death to get here, that he's able to think about everything that's happened. The others are asleep or meditating, the young child they've taken in curled up in a corner close to him. He can hear the owlcub hooting quietly at the other end of their camp, and he finally works up the courage to ask his papa through their bond

and Milkenan Laughs at him

You love your friends, but you're In Love with the sickly looking twig. Take care not to snap him by being too rough.

And if he were to hurt you, your father will come to make him regret ever living.

He takes that as their blessing, but keeps the words of his true feelings to himself for what might as well be a million years.

(he so desperately wants to curl up in a bed with him for a full tenday, just be safe and warm and pressed up against the other man at all times. Maybe when this is all over Astarion will let him drink his essence for a change)

The meeting with the Nymph only intensifies this, the True answers to the woman's questions being far too intimate for admitting in front of her, but knowing deep in his soul that he can Never be happy while Cazador lives, that he'll never be free if he goes through with the ritual himself. No longer a slave to a master, but to his own fears of becoming one once again.

The mansion and the echoes of the horrors that took place in it make it worse, the burning hot anger feeling like bile in the back of his throat. The screaming for Cazador's spine reach fever pitch as Astarion is ripped from them in the ritual room, and doesn't let up the entire battle.

It's only as he sees they have gotten through to Astarion when it comes to the state of the ritual that the screaming and the bile and the Hatred fizzle out into pure Relief, watching the man that he loves plunge the knife into Cazador again and again until there's no more movement and the man is Finally Free.

They free the thousands of souls from the crypt, far too drained to think of the consequences past they're innocent in all this. The Gur outside are (rightfully, Yan agrees when he can breathe again) upset at this but let them past, having fulfilled the promise to end Cazador. The walk through the mansion with the knowledge of the vile torture (that happened to your love) that went on inside those walls weighing so heavily on Yandarai's heart.

Karlach insists they have a drink in the Elfsong proper before going back to their rooms, all so proud of Astarion even if they'd never say it.

And then Astarion asks Yandarai if they can take a walk together. So he can show him something Important.

How could he say no to him? Even if it is just a cover to go kiss in the moonlight, Yandarai would gladly go along with any excuse.

Until they come to the Grave.

Astarion Ancunin. 

Only thirty-nine years.

Yandarai isnt sure how old he is, since the Feywild moves at whatever pace it feels like. He could have been born 1000 of Faerun’s years ago, or the day before he stepped through the portal out of his home realm and right into the mind flayer attack. But he Knows that thirty nine years is Nothing compared to 200 of pain and suffering and knowing you’ll never escape.

The gentle look on Astarion’s face as he carves his new death date in the stone makes Yan’s heart skip.

They kiss and hold eachother close right there, Yan whispering reassurances and praises into skin. He’d rather not be making love in the middle of a graveyard - his coat was expensive and gravedirt is so hard to wash out -  but it seems they just weren’t meant to have each other in a bed (or even inside) just yet. Frankly they could have just shared a chaste kiss and then headed back and Yan would have been ecstatic, but the trust and care and Love Astarion is showing in this moment with him, baring himself on his own grave to Yandarai is something he’ll never forget or be able to reciprocate. 

They head back and brush off what they can, trying to act casual around the others and less like they’d almost been caught by a mortarch fucking on a recently vandalised grave. As funny as it would be to see how they would talk themselves out of being shamed and kicked out, he was in far too much of a sappy mood for it to be ruined like that.  

He might be slightly possessive over the vampire spawn at times, but only in the sense that he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to him (or for anyone else to touch him or even look at him slightly funny) a little more intensely than he feels about the rest of the group.

But Astarion can look after himself just fine, and is his own man for the first time in two hundred years. He’s allowed to do what he wants! As long as he can watch and keep kissing him in the middle of exploring horrible deadly places as shadowheart makes a gagging noise and jaihera rolls her eyes at the sickening display of affection

(In another timeline where Astarion went through with the ritual, Yandarai can no longer look him in the eye after the man gives him the ultimatum, become his spawn forever and always be seen as degrading himself for the Vampire Lord or break it off and part ways once the Elder Brain is dead. The Astarion of that time is not the man he could tell he loved. Not the man who could have truly loved him back.)

The long slog of battles to gain access to the upper city is dark, the amount of bodies piling up by the minute. It’s only made bearable by the times they eat dinner together in the little pit of the room, Astarion’s thighs pressed against his own as they sit in a mound of pillows and he complains his cup is empty. 

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Rabbit of Caerbannog by Avoice

[kickingthedarkness]

Season 2, Episode 20 - Be clear in your messaging.

Avoice #podcast

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[shadowydreamlandwonderland]

The Rulers who Bargained with Death - CHAPTER 14

Excerpt:

Albus chuckled to himself at the sight of it, then slowly unfastened the letter from the bird's thin leg. In the background he could hear Bathilda's and Cyril's voices as they spoke softly to one another, but the sound of it faded into complete silence the second he noticed the writing on top of the green envelope. That handwriting... It was unmistakeable, could not possibly belong to anyone else; those unusually drawn out and quite beautiful letters - with all hooks and pretty shapes - that he had seen only two times before - both times in Herr Grindelwald's letters to Gellert.

But this letter was not addressed to Gellert, it was for him, and that realization made a wave of terrible coldness crash through him, made his throat tighten until he almost could not breathe through the anxiety.

"Who's it from?", Gellert asked beside him, his soft voice instantly breaking him out of the mist. Gentle eyes rested on him with worry and love in them, his warm hand stroked over Albus' arm a few times in a comforting gesture; clearly sensing his stress.

He should be honest with him, Albus knew. He should tell him 'your father' and nothing else - but he did not dare to. Because if Gellert learned that his father had written to him he would be distraught, furious, and he would do something very stupid under the influence of the emotional storm - all simply to protect him. All that Albus knew with absolute certainty, and he could not allow that to happen. He would not allow that to happen. Gellert was already worried enough about things as it was - about the Christmas party, about the failed rally, about Greengrass and Malfoy's betrayal - and Albus was not going to add to the list. 

No, this he had to handle himself.

"Elphias", was what he answered, a few moments too late, and quickly put the letter away in the inner pocket of his dark blue jacket. "I'll read it later."

"Who's Elphias?", Cyril's voice asked far, far away; his dark eyebrows raised as he slowly drank from his glass of wine.

"An old friend of mine, from Hogwarts." Albus avoiced both Gellert and Cyril's gazes as he spoke the words, because he knew that if he looked at anyone, right now, he would instantly start to cry. Gellerts' eyes burned hot against the side of his face, intently searching his expression for lies; he clearly did not trust him, right now, and Albus tried to smile at him for a second before once again quickly turning his gaze away. " Would you all excuse me for a few minutes? I must visit the loo."

"Of course." Cyril chuckled to himself after swiftly answering his question, slowly drew the smoke of his cigarette into his lungs, but Gellert was less quick to reply. He came closer to him as Albus started to hurry towards the door, and took a gentle hold of his arm, effectively stopping him. "Hey, are you alright?", he asked, softly stroking the skin where the sleeve of Albus' jacket had slipped up over his wrist, and Albus forced himself to smile and nod - even as tears of anguish and panic started to burn in his eyes.

Why in Merlin's name would Herr Grindelwald write to him? Why did he always have to try to destroy everything for them?

"Yes, of course I am. I'll be right back." He walked away without another word, after that, walked until he reached the big bathroom on the second floor; and the few moments it had taken him to get himself out of the dining room and up the stairs had felt like a whole eternity, like forever. Finally there, Albus swiftly locked the door behind him and leaned back against the bathroom door as he tore open the letter.

He did not want to know what it said, but he read it anyway.

[bookoformon]

2 Nephi 7. "The Foreign Fire."

Jacob continues reading from Isaiah: Isaiah speaks messianically—The Messiah will have the tongue of the learned—He will give His back to the smiters—He will not be confounded—Compare Isaiah 50. About 559–545 B.C.

The Messiah and King Messiah are not persons. The are the tendencies of God that are not built into humanity but must be learned as our culture advances and improves. Messiah is a divine stratagem designed to bring about a final and lasting peace on earth that mimics the one in the Blessed Realm noble souls find after death.

Were the King Messiah to be one person as we have seen the pack would overwhelm Him and the world would not benefit. Thus our sages say we will all have to all learn at once:

1 aYea, for thus saith the Lord: Have I put thee away, or have I cast thee off forever? For thus saith the Lord: Where is the bbill of your mother’s cdivorcement? To whom have I put thee away, or to which of my dcreditors have I esold you? Yea, to whom have I sold you? Behold, for your iniquities have ye sold yourselves, and for your transgressions is your mother put away.

2 Wherefore, when I came, there was no man; when I acalled, yea, there was none to answer. O house of Israel, is my hand shortened at all that it cannot redeem, or have I no power to deliver? Behold, at my rebuke I bdry up the csea, I make their drivers a wilderness and their efish to stink because the waters are dried up, and they die because of thirst.

3 I clothe the heavens with ablackness, and I make bsackcloth their covering.

4 The Lord God hath given me the atongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in season unto thee, O house of Israel. When ye are weary he waketh morning by morning. He waketh mine ear to hear as the learned.

5 The Lord God hath opened mine aear, and I was not rebellious, neither turned away back.

6 I gave my back to the asmiter, and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair. I hid not my face from bshame and spitting.

7 For the Lord God will help me, therefore shall I not be confounded. Therefore have I set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be aashamed.

8 And the Lord is near, and he ajustifieth me. Who will contend with me? Let us stand together. Who is mine adversary? Let him come near me, and I will bsmite him with the strength of my mouth.

9 For the Lord God will help me. And all they who shall acondemn me, behold, all they shall bwax old as a garment, and the moth shall eat them up.

10 Who is among you that feareth the Lord, that obeyeth the avoice of his servant, that bwalketh in darkness and hath no light?

11 Behold all ye that kindle fire, that compass yourselves about with sparks, walk in the light of ayour fire and in the sparks which ye have kindled. bThis shall ye have of mine hand—ye shall lie down in sorrow.

Commentaries From Outorah:

Isaiah 50: The Light of Messiah Against Foreign Fire

​Introduction: The previous portion of the scroll of Yeshayahu (Isaiah) concludes with the enemies of Israel (ethnic, religious) devouring themselves and Israel being reminded that HaShem is her Mashiach (Messiah). Isaiah 49 gives important detail concerning the Servant and His identity and sets the stage for greater illumination as to Who He is and what role He will play in the continued purposes of God for Israel and for all humanity. Verses 1 - 3 of the present chapter are a continuation of the message of 49:22-26, addressed to those exiles who felt that HaShem had finally abandoned them. The primary theme of chapter 50 is God’s unbroken covenant with Israel (ethnic, religious), and an assurance that her captivity is temporary. Isa 50:1  Koh amar Thus says HaShem (YHVH: Mercy), Where is zeh it, seifer the book, document (gett) of the keriytut divorcement of imechem your mother, asher who I have shilachtiyah sent away? or which of minoshaiy My creditors is it to whom I have sold you? Lo hein Behold, pay attention, ba’avonoteiychem for your perversity (depravity, guilt) you were sold, u’vefisheiychem and for your rebellion (transgression) shulechah imechem your mother was sent away. “Thus says the Lord, ‘Where is the bill of divorcement, which I gave to your congregation, that she is cast off? Or who is the man, who has a debt against me, unto whom I sold you? Behold, for your sins ye were sold, and for your rebellion your congregation was put away.’” -Targum Yonatan (2nd Century CE) This chapter opens with the Divine Name YHVH, which is subsequently proclaimed 7 times, 4 of those times it’s accompanied by Adonay. There is a strong theme of Mercy (YHVH) and Lordship (Adonay). The attributes of God as Merciful Master and Judge are intrinsically linked to His Salvation. In response to the claim of captive Israel, “HaShem has forsaken me and my lord has forgotten me.” Hashem asks for evidence that He has forsaken and forgotten her. “Where is the gett (divorce document) of your mother, who I have (supposedly) sent away?” This is in direct reference to the Torah (Law of Moses) which requires a man who sends away his wife to give her a bill of divorce (Deut. 24:1). In fact, Israel has no such evidence against HaShem because He has not divorced her, nor has He sent her away. At first glance this verse seems to contradict the later prophecy of Jeremiah 3:8. However, as Iben Ezra rightly notes: “The latter (Jer.3:8) refers to the kingdom of the ten tribes, which will never again be established; comp. She shall no more rise (Amos 5:2); but Isaiah speaks of the kingdom of the house of David which will be restored by Messiah.” -Iben Ezra Commentary on the Scroll of Isaiah All things are established by two witnesses, thus, in the present case a second example is offered to refute the false assumption of the people of Israel. “To which of My creditors have I sold you?” (Exodus 21:7) This is a rhetorical question with a poignant answer. God is in debt to no one! Therefore, He has not sold Israel (His daughter). This truth is followed by the sobering words, “For your own perversity you were sold, and it’s your rebellion that caused your mother to be sent away.” In other words, “You sold yourselves into bondage, and wilfully left your husband without a bill of divorce, because you were unconcerned with the moral obligation of the Torah.”

[frenchiepal]

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