#brat of blight

[kallamars-spouse]

Obsessed with Kallamar’s cut dialogue

she is SUCH a bitch (affectionate)

[snurtle]

actually come to think of it

Did the origins gang have a decontamination regimen after dealing with darkspawn? Alistair and the Warden might be immune to the taint, but the rest of their entourage sure as hell is not.

I know they weren't traipsing into camp leaking who knows what kind of cursed bile/ichor everywhere. Surely. Surely they cover that in Grey Warden basic. ....

..

right.

right?

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

anyway i know cars arent a thing in the boiling isles but i think the hagsquad during their school years would have been the types to crash a car into a stop sign at 50 mph in a school zone.

and after that perry would try to make sure no one is hurt and call his parents/the cops to pick them up. alador would try to fix the car but he'd get distracted and start taking it apart instead. odalia would try to bribe the cops to not report this. darius would get in the cop's face and be like "arrest us no i DARE you to arrest us do you know who i am? my mentor is THE golden guard suck it." lilith would curl up in the back trunk and have a two-hour long panic attack because she'll never get accepted into the emperor's coven if she doesn't have a spotless driving record. (she wasn't driving.) (alador was.) (he got distracted by a bird.) raine would try to hide the broken stop sign. eda would try to hide the car.

[msommers]

intimacy, friendship, fate for maeve, riya and meredith!

this time i just forgot to hit post whoops. thank you alana!! xx // oc asks: relationships edition

Intimacy: Is your OC the type of person to engage in long-term relationships, or are they more casual in their intimacy and affection? How do they feel about intimacy and relationships in general?

MAEVE — the thing is that maeve could engage in relationships outside of the long-term, but there would be nothing casual about them given that It's Maeve. any partner of hers is going to be spoiled with affection, attention and goods lmao. 90% chance she's gonna write something about them. i’ve written essays on maeve's feelings on this subject, so to keep it simple: she's in love with love, intimacy is her middle name, she collects relationships like pokemon, and would probably perish like a fish out of water if she was starved of these things.

RIYA — her history has definitely been more casual, there have been one or two people that she'd mess around with sporadically over multiple years, but even then it was just for reliable fun and victor was the first time she entered anything of the Committed type. i don't think she consciously noticed her views on intimacy evolving while with him, but they did and those changes will become more apparent to her now that all she can do is sit with the memories. she'll start to understand there's a difference when it comes to Romantic intimacy and that’s going to be something she misses whenever that it becomes relevant.

MEREDITH — i don’t know if she’d be able to handle a casual relationship. meredith's friendly and relatively open to folk, but if she lets somebody approach anything near intimate then they've been Chosen, y’know. she doesn't want anything fleeting, she needs loyalty and consistency and dedication. she'd sooner take intensity over casualness tbh. she takes comfort in the intimacy that comes from relationships, in knowing someone wants to display affection for her and knows how she'd like to receive it.

Friendship: What's your OC like as a friend? How are they at making new friends? What are the most important friendships in your OC's life?

MAEVE — she's steadily racked up an egregious amount of friends through the years due to her charm and being such a goodie good. that type of person in the group who can go "i know a guy" about nearly anything. i won't give names because all of her friendships are equally valued in her heart (i lied, grey's her most treasured friend 💜). she's kinda the dream friend?? she'll pay for any of your outings, is the kindest shoulder to cry on, is incredibly attentive to your feelings and needs, will bend over backwards to help you whenever necessary no questions asked, etc etc. just don't ask her to help make the holiday dinner the friendship will be ruined just let her host the party

RIYA — the friend who's there to gossip or get petty if you need that energy. happy to include you in her expensive activities because she likes spoiling people close to her. always ready to throw down for you even if you don't necessarily ask for it. riya's either very good or very bad at making friends and that depends on the type of crowd she's in, because uh. she's not everybody's cup of tea. her most important friendships are those with her family members, and now the warden squad for obvious reasons.

MEREDITH — she’ll go on whole ass quests for her friends, feels like that explains a good deal itself. everybody needs that one friend who will defend you in encounters, go to the ends of the earth for you at a moment's notice, and be unafraid to call you out on some nonsense you're pulling lmao. she's superb at making friends, that charisma and insight will take her a long way if she's not speaking to a baddie (derogatory). alistair, nathaniel, leliana and teagan are her most important friendships probs.

Fate: Does your OC believe in destined meetings? True love, soulmates, hearing the bells? Have they ever experienced this?

MAEVE — cannot be stated enough how deeply she believes in it all lmao true love's kiss being magic, people finding each other through fate, having multiple soulmates, you name any sappy trope and she's a believer in it. of course she's experienced these things because maeve's living a fairy tale 90% of the time and it's what she deserves. anything with ilya is the prime example but she's been given multiple soulmate related things bc i myself (and other enablers) like to spoil her 🥰

RIYA — she for sure believes in those things just because she believes in destiny overall. umm. i don't think there's any like #canonevent that has occurred with fated moments so far that,,,but if you think about it,,,,if you squint. kinda wild how riya ended up in the company of a supportive dreamer mage 🤔 exactly when she needed that kind of aid 🤔🤔 kinda sussy. (she’s gonna find a reason to think so many things are destined, people are gonna hate it)

MEREDITH — she’s more of a butterfly effect kind of lady, i think. actions have reactions and consequences that all lead somewhere in the end. it wasn’t destiny that had her marching around ferelden during the blight, it was just highever being the first domino to fall. true love tho, that she can get behind. you don't have to be written in the stars to find somebody who will become your other half with plenty of trust, time and effort.

[bonefall]

Bonus Moonpaw

So like I got carried away when I got to FlipBay Moonpaw in my little hypokit sketches, because I realized that BB!Bayshine's family trait could resemble a phantom of the opera mask.

And then it hit me harder. BB!Flipclaw's great x3 grandfather is Redtail, who was the brother of Spottedleaf. I can bring her bones and blight theme back.

I don't know if it will be final or not, BUT, I ended up sketching a couple of Moonpaws with Spotty's old death theme. They look RAD in any case, so I HAVE to share them even if I don't use them

My first take make half of her face orange, that one right in the center there. I like it a lot, but decided to try and stick to canon by making sure half of her face is black.

The blight spots actually came from me realizing that she has some Ferncloud in her thanks to the BB Family Tree rework (great grandmother), so I tried to put some rosettes on her. Then realized that it looked like good ol' Spotty so I leaned into it.

If I do take another stab at this one, I might try to not do the blight-thing and instead try to channel more Phantom of the Opera. For some reason that just stuck to my brain REALLY hard.

I know general fandom consensus is hoping she's kind of distant and strange, but honestly I'm really hoping she's a bit of a brat who insists upon her destiny.

Manifesting Villain Moonpaw. I want her to insist the moonpool must be saved, and then when there's an inevitable multi-chapter argument about making the plot move she just completely snaps and drowns their ass in the once sacred sludgewater.

If these demands are not met, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur!

If Moonpaw ends up as Firekin in BB because of my family tree reworks, it would be SICK AS HELL for her to be the first straightup VILLAINOUS member of her bloodline.

AND to bring back sweet Spotty's theme for such a character? Man. It would be so cooool

But, hey, even if she's not a villain, it would be nice to see such a metal theme come back. A cat born so special that she is both reviled and revered, death and decay expressed on both halves of her body.

I'll probably try making the spots easier to draw with a second pass. I just slapped them around randomly because these are sketches.

[fanfic-writer-and-rambler]

Lady Shiva: Cassandra Cain!

Cass (in batsuit) eyes widen as she turns around: Mother?!

Jason (Red Hood): She's back?

Lady Shiva: In the flesh and you thought you could escape me, Cassandra? Naughty, naughty.

Cass (nervous): Mo- Lady Shiva, stay back!

Lady Shiva: That's no way to talk to your mother. Why are you talking?

Cass: I won't hold myself back. Leave.

Lady Shiva walks to Cass with a menacing glare.

Lady Shiva: You continue to disappoint me. Giving up the job of a skilled assassin to parade around in this ridiculous costume.

Jason: Cass, you need me to handle this?

Cass: Not yet.

Lady Shiva (chuckling menacingly): Cass? That's the foolish name you go by? I heard you also go by Orphan. Blight of my womb, you're not an orphan, but mommy will tak-

Lady Shiva stops walks when Jason raises his gun to her, making sure he got a headshot. Shiva smirks, placing her hands on her hips.

Lady Shiva: The dead Robin is protecting you?

Jason: Shiba lady, I'm not afraid of you and I will not hesitate to blow your brains out with one bullet.

Lady Shiva brows furrowed in anger.

Jason: I don't give a fuck. The child unfortunately related to you is giving you a chance to go. Take it.

Lady Shiva: Lady. Shiva!

Lady Shiva: My daughter won't let a pathetic walking corpse shoot me.

Cass: You're so right.

Cass reaches into Jason's side pocket and pulls out another gun.

Cass: We're both going to shoot you. Walk away or you'll be found on the ground with multiple gunshot wounds.

Lady Shiva (attempting to manipulate her daughter): You were a terrible shooter and do you think you'd get a good shot with that ridiculous leather-

Cass moves the gun to her 'mother's' arm and shoots her effortlessly.

Lady Shiva screams, clutching her arm.

Lady Shiva: You fucking brat!

Jason chuckles not caring when Shiva glares at him.

Cass: If you don't leave we will both take shots and neither of us will miss. Last chance, surrogate. Turn back or we will make your death look like an accident.

Jason smiles as Cass then turns back to Shiva, his gun steady.

Lady Shiva (returning to her cold tone to hide the pain in her arm): You've proven what a pathetic waste of DNA you are. I shall take my leave by my choice. Make no mistake, when I return you'll know what it's like to be in a coffin.

Jason: Would you fuck off already? God you talk like a cartoon villain.

Cass giggles.

Cass: All she needs is a mustache to twirl.

Jason: From my distance she's growing one in.

Cass laughs.

Lady Shiva rolls her eyes, but instead of continuing her failed manipulation, she turned around, angrily walking off.

Cass spins Jason's gun with ease and hands it back to him.

Cass (singing): Oh- Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh- I shot my shitty mom in my cool batsuit!

Jason puts both his guns in his pockets. He smiles at his happy sister.

Jason: Felt good, right?

Cass: Yes indeedy. Thanks for having my back.

Jason: No problem. You gonna be okay though?

Cass: Totally, she had me for a second, but when you stepped in I felt more confidence. It sucks having bad parents, but they're not my family anymore. You guys are.

Jason: I'm your favorite?

Cass nods.

Jason: Good shot, by the way.

Jason pats Cass on the head.

Cass (clapping eagerly): Thank you. She had the nerve to call me a bad shooter. You're silly though, Shiba Lady?

Jason: Yeah I came up with that on the fly. Clever right?

Cass (laughing): Incredibly clever. One question though, would you have shot her in the head?

Jason: If you gave me the okay I would... Even if you hadn't and she attacked you, I would've shot her.

Cass: Thanks Jason.

Jason: No thanks needed, I know I'm awesome.

Cass: We should head out of here, Shiba probably wasn't alone.

Jason: You're right. I want to say real quick, welcome to the awful mother's club.

Cass holds up her fist. Jason fist bumps her back. The two run off feeling accomplished.

[theluckywizard]

Kiss Me Moonstruck

At long last! I have begun publishing my 'distraction fic' Kiss Me Moonstruck, a romantic comedy romp set during Dragon Age 2, Act 2 between scrappy warrior Garrett Hawke and plucky noblewoman Rose Trevelyan. This fic happened when I overheard Leandra Hawke plotting to find Hawke a spouse right at the start of Act 2 and decided to run with it! New chapters weekly or biweekly (haven't quite decided yet) 💖

Fic Summary: Smashed together in a matchmaking scheme cooked up by their enterprising mothers, Garrett Hawke and Rose Trevelyan are forced to endure one another for a whole week over Satinalia at the Hawke Estate. Rose hears he’s a swashbuckling treasure hunter, as wild as he is handsome and as ill-bred as he is rich. Garrett suspects she’s a brat of an ingenue with a string of rejected marriage proposals behind her. Determined to prove to the other that they could not be less compatible, they quickly find their mothers’ plot might be working better than they thought.

I have loads of art of these two for my DA:I long fic, but not for KMM yet! But this favorite of mine is by @crunchyncrumbly 👇 and the one below is the favorite of mine that I made!

Chapter one excerpt below the cut 👇

The carriage winds from the outer gates through the undesirable part of the city, slowed by restive crowds who can’t be bothered to get out of the way. The unfamiliar livery of their carriage offers no additional incentive; indeed the teeming masses seem utterly unmoved by the finery of the vehicle. Rose counts derisive stares, supposing they’re envious of their fortune, the one passed down through generations. She wonders how they’d feel if they knew that her veins coursed with the same humble blood and whether it might soften the bitterness in their eyes. 

“I wish they would hurry up,” mutters Alsatia, fiddling with her delicate kidskin gloves.

“Oh I’m sorry, Mother, are the unwashed masses making you nervous?” asks Rose. “Didn’t you tell me that Leandra lived in these parts before her fortunes were restored?”

“Well it’s not as though she wanted to be down here any more than I do,” retorts Alsatia. 

“And wasn’t she a Blight refugee? From a humble life in Ferelden she chose for herself? I’m amazed you ever managed to become friends in the first place.”

“Hush, Rose,” says the elder Trevelyan, drawing her furs closer around her neck.

“It’s true. You can be an unbelievable snob,” presses Rose. “But maybe you weren’t so stuffy back in the day.”

“Polish up that mouth of yours,” she warns her.

“Or what? He won’t make me an ill-fated offer of marriage?” she asks. Alsatia’s frosty eyes land on Rose’s with a determination that matches her daughter’s flippant resistance. “Truly though. Isn’t he some sort of swashbuckling treasure hunter? I’d be amazed if he cared.”

“He’s richer than the Maker and an Amell and you will do your best to make a favorable impression.”

“I thought he was a Hawke.”

“The name doesn’t matter as much as the lineage.”

Rose slumps back and huffs a sigh. Aside from Alsatia’s industrious pursuit of an advantageous match for her daughter, she knows it’s all a clever plot to avoid her father’s family who descends upon Swinley House each Satinalia and treats her low-born mother with thinly veiled contempt. And now they’re off to see her old friend who suffers from a similar affliction: Leandra Amell had famously absconded to Ferelden with an apostate mage. The upper crust never forgets these sorts of things. Rose certainly knows that.

Read the rest of the chapter here

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[heartfullofleeches]

Currently obsessed and head over heels for Rosebud can I request a scenario of reader being tasked to clean up some litter and trash that was thrown around and landed near/on Rosebud during opening hours? I can just imagine Rosebud and their babies being so happy at the reader gently picking away all the filthy trash that landed in their vines

Rosebud has all my love rn I could talk to them for hours-

"Settle down, babes. I'm trying my best."

The roses whimper and shake in their filth ridden state, cowering in their bush as their caretaker attempts to free them of the clutter. Rosebud would've cried if able as they pulled a drink cup off one of their buds, the poor flower's petals crushed and drenched in its contents. They have no choice but to pluck it and end its misery as it hangs awkwardly on its stem.

"I'm sorry, little one."

Rosebud utters a sob to match the Rose's as they crush it in their palm. They shrink back into the comfort of the statue, unable to work more at the time. Those damn mortal brats. They'd find a way out of here and stick them full of thorns. Who's bright idea was it to bring an entire bus of teenagers to a museum after they had just gone to a movie? Humanity really was a blight on the world.

Most of it anyway.

"Hello?"

The roses' distressed warbles turn to weak, happy chirps at the voice. Rosebud peaks from its petals to see you standing there with a bucket full of cleaning supplies and wash rag in hand. Your sad look both crushes and lifts their thorny spirits.

"Rosetta? Is that you? Have you come to help us?"

"Well, it's my task for the night, but I would've come anyway." You kneel before the bush, hushing the frightened bouquet. Some snap at you, but with a gentle pat and comforting words they quiet down. You then get to work. Armoring your hands with gloves as you pull wrappers from the bush, gently scolding the roses that attempt to eat the mess. They work to the best of their capabilities to help you out. Moving before asked, licking the minor cuts you gain.

About an hour down, and you've finished with the bush itself. You stand and rinse the wash cloth before taking it to the stains on the statue itself. Rosebud watches you silently for the most part, cracking a joke that they never expected such intimacy so early in your relationship when you're almost done. Dropping the dirty rag in the bucket, you step back to let them enjoy their freedom. The roses quickly rise to attention, barking loudly as Rosebud clasps their hands together.

"Oh thank you ever so much, Rosetta. Our savior, and gallant knight of the garden. Come close so that we may give you your dues."

You return to your orginal spot and are instantly ambushed in praise. The roses nip and rub against whatever surface they can reach as Rosebud's vines wrap around your torso and pull you into the fray. One bud unhinges its jaws wide, only to carefully take your finger into its mouth and course its tongue over your skin. You start to laugh at their tickling kisses. Rosebud hooks the flat area of their arms around your neck as it brings you into a hug.

"Ah, music to our ears. I can see why the others want to keep you, but I will let you decide your place. Only rid the world of those who try to steal you away."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Rosetta. Just let us protect you from the world and take all your troubles away for the time being."

[northern-polaris]

I'm out of my head, of my heart and my mind

Description: I wrote some tamsand and SOMEONE(YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) bullied me into posting it so please accept this brainrot. Warnings for canon stuff that happened utm but it's not elaborated on.

Rhysand never liked Lucien.

The seventh son of the Lady of Autumn. Born during a time of delicate peace between courts. Overshadowed by the siblings that towered over him. Unremarkable and of no use save for the snort Rhysand smothered the day when the child was presented as Beron’s at the high lords’ meeting. 

One look at the boy could tell anyone otherwise. 

It was a much needed source of amusement amongst the boredom, the gathering was completely devoid of any of value. Nothing justified him being there whatsoever. 

Tamlin was absent from that day’s meeting.

Years would pass and Rhysand would forget about the runt, spending his time on more important matters. Sicing Cassian onto Illyrian rebellions, wielding Azrial to send a message. Things that needed to be attended to. 

Rhysand would be abruptly reminded of the brat when the princeling made himself the center Prythian’s attention. He caused quite the stir when he was caught in the arms of some faerie lover, exiled from Autumn, and chased down by the three that held him down. 

That little fox had scurried off to Spring court, and two out of those three siblings were reduced to nothing but to bloody piles of gore. 

The report from Azriel described it as if the two brothers were mauled and gnawed on by some sort of dangerous, wild fae. He suggested scouting out the Spring court to assure that there were no monsters from the Prison that escaped. Rhysand declined.

Rhysand knew better. 

Soon, news would reach him that Tamlin made Lucien emissary. 

Seemed that Spring’s high lord took a liking to the fox. A fondness. A favorite new pet, no doubt. 

Tamlin had always liked to take in and care for wounded animals. 

Shortly after the news reached Rhysand, Tamlin appeared at the next High Lord’s meeting with him in tow. Instead of taking his rightful and appropriate place sitting behind his Lord, standing politely and silently, the fox pulled up a chair next to him. Right at the table. Like him and the Lord were equals. Tamlin didn’t bat an eye. 

Every meeting for the next couple centuries to come would start with that, but progressively became more agonizing as time went by.

A shared look here and there. A knowing smirk tossed to one another. A quick roll of the eyes when another High Lord spat out utter nonsense and gibberish. Quick glances that held deep meanings. Kicking each other under the table to keep one from talking and inciting a political incident. 

Rhysand would glare and glare, but no looks from those viridescent eyes ever came his way. 

That brat would take and take his Lord’s attention and hoard it like the greedy little fox he was. 

Then came Hybern’s General.

Her.

Rhysand was there when Lucien would become the center of Prythian’s focus for a second time. He regarded as she carved his face, observed as she scooped out his eye with her long, sharp fingernails.  

He didn’t need to fake a smile. 

Only a few weeks would pass until every High Lord received an invitation. A ball. The Spring Court was encouraged to wear masks in solidarity with its disfigured emissary. 

Rhysand should have seen what was coming. He knew that she wanted Tamlin, he knew there was something wrong with the drinks, but it was too late to do anything about it.

A blight soon manifested herself across the land Prythian. A curse inflicted. Deals struck. 

For Tamlin, fifty years to bed a mortal woman and make her fall for him. For Rhysand, fifty years spent leashed to her, to be hers until her chosen obsession ultimately failed and took his mantle as her trophy. 

Rhysand agreed to his deal voluntarily. Tamlin finally looked him in the eye when he did so; piecing and damning. So much emotion.

…

Rhysand hated her. 

He abhorred her when he awoke to her face first thing in the morning and despised her when she was the last thing he saw before sleep took him. 

He hated sitting next to her while she was poised on her throne. He hated when she was on top of him. He hated when she was under him. He hated her marks that she carved into his back. Like lashings from a whip. 

He hated her sharp fingernails.

He hated himself for wishing that the claws of someone else were the one leaving the scars in the heat of passion. 

He hated that the only way he could get through the night as the years dragged on was to imagine that it was someone else when she defiled. Someone he loathed. 

Loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and loathed and love–

Forty-nine passed before something changed. A mortal woman. Rhysand saw her at Calanmai. He had been permitted to go under the guise of surveillance. He told himself that same reason every year that he found himself lining up next to the cave for the sacred rite. He was never chosen.

He scared off the mortal’s tormentors, and offered his hand. He saw her fear. Her thoughts raced almost as fast as her loud heartbeat. It felt good. 

He left her that night. 

He’d leave a few gifts here and there as the deadline drew near. A head. A faerie wingless. Something that would make Tamlin think about him.

He paid a visit. Her mind was like wet sand in his hands for him to play with, so brittle and fragile. He made Tamlin kneel for him. He made Lucien watch. It was supposed to feel good.

Tamlin brought himself to his knees for a mortal woman. To save his court. To save his Lucien. It wasn’t for Rhysand.

He didn’t tell Her the mortal woman’s true name. They took another and tortured her to death. Rhysand replaced her in his mind with a fox. 

The deadline came and passed. Tamlin joined him under the mountain. He didn’t look at Rhysand. It was just as infuriating as those meetings from the past. 

Then the mortal came.

She declared her love to Tamlin and She indulged the woman with three trials and a poem to answer. She was not creative, she probably gave her the poem to infuriate her obsession. He loved intricate poems and wordplay, always did, and that poem was mind-numbingly simple and easy. 

The mortal couldn’t figure it out for three months, but Rhysand figured it out the moment those words finished leaving Her mouth. He knew and understood its meaning with crystal clarity.  He wanted to laugh, cry, and rage at that. 

Lucien was lashed and mutilated for helping the mortal.

Lucien was endangered during one of the trials. 

Rhysand didn’t need to fake a smile. 

Tamlin wouldn’t respond to him. No reaction. Nothing. Just a face of stone with a far away look in his eyes. The green muted and dulled. It was enraging. 

Rhysand wanted something. Rage, sadness, repulsion, disgust. Anything.

So he latched onto that mortal. Dolled her up in paint and glorified ribbons, and paraded her around like a new toy. The faerie wine he forced her to consume took away any memory of it from her, but Rhysand never drank enough to forget. He didn’t want to forget how the rage burned in Tamlin’s eyes. 

The dangerous, wild beast who mauled and maimed chained down with a heart of stone. 

Rhysand caught him and the mortal together. He kissed her reverently. She reached his pants. He felt one of his teeth crack under the grit of his jaw. 

He interrupted. Replaced Tamlin's spot. 

Her lips tasted like his. 

The final trial came and passed. Tamlin was stabbed in the heart by an act of love. An act of freeing him. Poetic. 

They were all free. The mortal was dead. 

Rhysand didn’t want to keep looking at Tamlin’s face. The agony was so potent that it seeped into all of the cracks in his walls. 

He made them all bring her back. For him.

He saw her the following day.

Mate. 

The following few years were crowded, but Rhysand didn’t commit them to memory. Everything turned out in his favor. The 'Band of Exiles' made Rhysand snort just like he did long ago, not bothering to cover it up. Little fox scurried off again somewhere else. Rhysand had gotten his mate. He had gotten his power. His dominance stayed intact. He had it all.

Everything. 

Except he was haunted. 

Green eyes. Everywhere. Out the corner of his eye.  Rhysand could read minds but nothing compared to how they read his soul; Condemning and all-knowing. They controlled him. 

The Solstice was a breaking point. He had to get rid of them, those eyes. He had to tear out the problem by the roots. Be rid of the beast that held that much power over him. That monster.

He couldn’t do it himself. He told Tamlin to rid the world of his existence. To Die. It was the only way to be free. It had to. Please.

I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you

I have to kill you. It’s the only way to get you out of my mind and heart.

I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you

Please just die already let me be free

I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you I loathe you

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

I love you.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Last Line Tag

Tagged by the wonderful and talented @carlosoliveiraa (thank you, hun).

Since I'm working on multiple WIPs at a time, I'll share a few. Below are snippets from The Highest Cost (The Lost Boys), Sweet Revenge (Beetlejuice), Love Me Bitterly (Hazbin Hotel), Future On Hold (Final Fantasy XVI), Where the Tainted Kiss (Far Cry 3), and Rapture (Resident Evil). Please enjoy.

The Highest Cost (David x OC)

“I just want to figure out why my dreams are linked to this town. There is something here, and they're trying to show me what.” 

Cadence scoffed. “If we stay here, we might die. Don't you think that's what they mean?”

Even after telling her at the hospital about David’s statement about her dreams being linked to her, she could not understand why Cadence wanted to leave. Did she not want to help her? What if the visions went away. She could be free of them. Yes, she was right about the danger, but Mia did not care. She was so close to the truth. 

David would understand. 

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she immediately felt selfish. Was it her future she wanted to know more about? Or David. 

Sweet Revenge (Betelgeuse x OC)

The persistent honk-honk of a beat-up Accord speeding up the washed-out driveway woke Lilah from a dreamless nap. It was a strange belief that the dead could fall asleep, one that came as a shock four months ago when she first did it. But what really shook her was when she woke to find herself floating 24 inches off the floor. 

Love Me Bitterly (Adam x OC)

“Did you see who claimed the VIP seats?” Lita asked. 

Marcella clasped the necklace and then hummed. 

“No. I was just focused on getting here.”

Tossing her soft lavender hair over her shoulder, Lita motioned for her to follow and led her to the mouth of the tent. Seated in the VIP section, at the front of the stage, were a ‘Seraphim’, and two ‘Archangels’. Marcella widened her eyes in shock. One in particular made her heart race. 

“Azrael is here.” She could not believe it. 

Future On Hold (Cidolfus 'Cid' Telamon x OC)

“I don't want to sound pessimistic, but there is a reason the Deadlands are inhabitable.”

“For all we know,” Cid retorted. “No damn fool has ever tried to settle in it.” 

Eirene frowned. 

“Is the cause of the Blight not more important?”

“What do you reckon caused the Blight?” Cid asked. He sat the book down beside him and untied a pouch from his side, searching for a water crystal. 

Eirene had her theories, but she was not sure. 

“The Mothercrystals, I assume.”

Realizing that Cid might take offense, she tried to apologize. Quite a few Valistheans did not share her opinion, but luckily, the Lord Commander seemed to have an open mind. He merely snorted. 

“It makes the most sense, but until it's proven, making use of the Deadlands is the next best option.”

“And if we can not?” Eirene asked.

She was genuinely curious.

“Then we are doomed,” Cid answered grimly.

He believed that it was far too late, but he could not give up. With an initiated sigh, he poured the contents of the pouch onto the ground. The water crystal was missing.

“Fuck.”

Eirene sighed. She understood a little, but it was a fool’s errand. At least someone was doing something. She sighed and brought her hand out over the turned earth, materializing a sphere of water. Gently small drops wet the soil. 

A scolding grunt from Cid made her grin.

“Someone has to do it.” 

“Brat,” Cid retorted. 

Where the Tainted Kiss (Vaas Montenegro x OC)

“You want my fucking attention, huh?” Vaas asked. Even with a gun pointed at him, his eyes showed no fear. It was like he did not believe she would do it. “Come on. Show me how much of a badass you've become. ¡Muéstrame! ¡Vamos! (Show me! Come on)!”

Liv tightened her jaw. She was not afraid of him, but her hands trembled. Angry tears poured down her heated cheeks. She had him right where she wanted him. He was at her mercy, and yet she was hesitant. But why? He pushed her to this. He made her into a monster.

Rapture (Vampre Albert Wesker x OC)

Tossing aside the dust jacket, she took the ledger back to Dylan and squatted beside him, showing him the pages.

“What is this?”

“Fuck you,” Dylan rasped. 

His voice was coming back. The extract was slowing his regenerative abilities, but he still was not able to move much, aside from his head. 

Aria sighed in annoyance.

“Even in death, you lot are stubborn. Look…I know you're not scared of me. But you are scared of someone. This shitshow is going tits up as soon as I make the call, and you know who is not going to be happy. What I'm doing to you is gonna seem like a tickle compared to what he's gonna do.”

“I don't know who you are talking about,” Dylan retorted. 

Something in his voice seemed genuine. Perhaps he didn't know who he was dealing with.

“I feel sorry for you, I do. You'll find out soon enough.”

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I love Fantasy AUs! Sending a few! 1. Soaring Symphony by Nameinblackandwhite (still updating) 2. Evermore by ParadimeShifts 3. what a catch! by The_Late_Killjoy 4. Malachite by prufrocks 5. between now and never was by talkfast

Soaring Symphony was recommended here!

Evermore by ParadimeShifts

@paradimeshifts7

Rating: Explicit

29,125 words, 2/4 chapters

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Tags: Fantasy AU, Magic, Age Difference, Top Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, Farmer Steve Harrington, Baby Dom Steve, Brat Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is a Little Shit, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Deepthroating, Overstimulation, Outdoor Sex, Bondage, Anal Gaping, Cockwarming, Sex Magic, Major Character Injury, Protective Steve Harrington, Switching, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Abuse (not involving main pairing), Size Difference, painal

Summary

The blight spread quickly, ravenous in its hunger as it stretched toward the high seat of the royal city, its evil already well-known to the farmlands where the earth lay dry and cracked — where magic and its ruin had no friend. Steve knew the labor he put forth on his father’s land would amount to nothing, but still he toiled, knowing not what else to do, the oath he’d sworn a noose around his neck. That is, until a stranger stumbled into his shed and into his life. Until Eddie.

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[kallamars-spouse]

drew the wife being bitchy + slapped her on her flag (the trans lesbian one)

[ramiethewizard]

did this with Keefe so I’ll do it with Fitz too

Fitz Vacker 🤝 Amity Blight

Both being rich kids in a fantasy universe in a family everyone respects, a bit of a brat, a bit spoiled, two siblings who are much less serious than them, (most likely) gay, has a lot of expectations on themselves, and parents who expect a lot

[slashthrashandcrash]

Blighted Danny? Nah what's Danny's thoughts on Blighted Legion? All his kids mashed into one body?

...well, now it's technically only one brat he has to deal with, so--

[epickiya722]

8 and 19 for the violence ask game? <3

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8. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about.

Anybody who says that "Yuji shouldn't be the MC, it should be Yuta or Satoru" obviously don't like trying new things and want every anime to have some overpowered big shot to be main characters.

Like, I'm sorry that's the trope you're used to, but at this point, just drop the manga. Isn't it enough Satoru is very popular? Isn't it enough that Yuta actually was the MC of his own story? If you're still saying this, please just drop the story.

For me, Gege might not realize it or whatever I don't know, but Yuji being the MC of the main storyline was a good choice. He doesn't have that usual lover backstory, but it's still not all sunshine and rainbows. Such details he hadn't been aware of. He's surrounded by sorcerers with all these powerful ass techniques, yet isn't left in the dirt since he is a powerhouse himself. He's dumb, but he's not super dumb. He's smarter than he gives himself credit for. He's a kind kid, but he's also not naive.

There's just a lot of things about Yuji that I like and why he's my favorite, and it just really annoys me whenever anybody wants to make a post hyping him up or admiring him as a character, someone has to bring it "I bet Yuta or Gojo..."

Look, I like both those characters very much, but nobody asked and who gives a solid fuck about your opinion?

19. You're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

That when asked who is my favorite villain character of JJK, it's Sukuna. Usually I wouldn't really have a top favorite who is a villain or an antagonist, but somehow he made it there.

He is entertaining to me and I do like his character designs. (He dropped the ball not having long claws anymore, but Yuji makes up for it and I couldn't be happier. I just like long nails as a character trait.)

And his relationship with Yuji? I'm actually glad it stayed antagonistic. I don't think it's bad that the inner "demon" starts to get along with their good counterpart. And anybody who knows me knows I am all for the fluff and the comfort and all that goodness.

But damn it, I like some corruption and conflict, too! Without that, how could there be good anyways?

If Sukuna and Yuji actually started to get along even though since the beginning Yuji accepted his death just for Sukuna to die... then what would have been the point?

Yes to Sukuna being an absolute brat (because he is) to Yuji and being an absolute blight on his life, he deserves every single grain of hatred and insult Yuji throws at him.

That's all I really have to say!!

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Enjoy the songs from Schmigadoon 2x03!