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biibini · 1 year ago

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nsfw modern!mizu headcannons

a/n: i cannot contain the voices anymore. also 100+ likes on last headcannon???? holy shi i love u all

if u guys have any modern!mizu ideas, feel free to send them over! i’d love to read them all <3

nsfw 18+ content ahead!

oh boy where do i begin

modern!mizu wants u to use ur words

typically for safety as well as to get a rise out of u

she always reminds u of the safe word before anything happens

every time like clockwork

u tease her a few times ab how it’s like a script

she wants both of u to have fun while sticking to ur comfort zones

(always use a safeword 🫶)

besides safety, she loves it when u become vocal

whether it’s a simple stutter or moan slipping out, she loves to hear noises come out of her girl

when u two are making out, if a moan slips out between ur lips, she can read u so easily

modern!mizu is also vocal herself

hello? episode 5???

it would probably be a mix of moans and praise to u

she loves seeing ur reaction every time she praises u

ur reactions are almost like a drug to her

seeing ur mouth turn to an ‘o’ or any sudden changes in ur breathing are the little things that make her keep praising u

if the reaction is u getting more soaking wet, she gets so turn on

however if u go down on her, she would be rambling on and on ab how good ur doing

it would all turn into mush and she would eventually fold

finding herself trying to continue the praising but end up saying incoherent words, moaning under ur touch

speaking of wet

modern!mizu is always a little surprised with how wet u can get under her touch

it rlly turns her on so much

whether it’s her lips kissing and leaving dark red marks on ur sensitive neck

or light squeezes her fingers would make as she massages the outer part of ur thighs

her hands slowly inching towards the softer, inner section

once she starts inching closer to ur wet mess, she likes to keep u close by hooking her arms around ur thighs

she can make sure she can see u in full view

and totally not let u escape

ur not escaping from those arms

(yes ive stated this in the last headcannon but cmon its so good)

it always leaves u in a moaning mess

and her with ur juices all over her mouth and chin and her fingers too

if it’s just her hands moving, she’ll constantly remind u to loosen up ur legs so they stay open

“Y/N, I’m still here hon.” She chuckled, tapping the inside of ur thigh. You nod, letting go of ur legs and opening up. This was her third time reminding you tonight.

You take a peek at her work, looking down as her middle and ring finger continue to enter your insides at a slow pace. Mizu’s attention shifted from you down to her work, searching for your most sensitive spot. Her fingers start to pull out from your throbbing walls again, entering you in one deep thrust.

“Mizu!” You yelp. Only a hum comes out of Mizu as she continues to push her fingers in and out of your gushing mess. Your juices continue to cover her two digits as they pump at a faster pace, hitting deeper in ur core.

modern!mizu would never admit it to u but it would be so easy for her to get off to the sound of ur voice

when u had an out-of-state summer internship, she was excited for ur new adventures

however, both of u failed to realize how lonely the summer would be (horny wise)

she tried to stay patient by keeping herself busy at home with eiji or at the gym while u were at ur internship during the day

she would always get reminders of u whenever she looked at ur phone or the plushie u won on one of ur dates

during the night was more difficult with an empty bed

she thought she could stay patient

keyword: thought

she was on edge for most of the 6 weeks you were gone and nearly threw a basketball at taigen

whenever u guys would call at the end of the week to catch up, she was thankful every week that u werent sharing a room with anyone

it was ur first time trying out phone sex at the end of ur first week

u became a very big fan.

hearing mizu guide u with her voice, almost shaky from how much she’s been holding back this week

on the last week, she was running out of patience and being more dominant than usual

typically during sex, u would hear a lot of praise from her end of the line

but this week, she edged the line of degradation

it was rlly fucking hot

“S’good for me, baby.”

“Pump those fingers faster, like how I would.”

You were a sweaty mess, lying on your bed on one of the final nights in the city. Lights off, your phone was lying next to you, deep into an 25 minute call turned phone sex with Mizu. Your fingers were pleasuring you, trying to remember the rhythm of your lover from back home.

Sticking to Mizu’s words, you began to move your fingers faster. Your pussy was dripping wet, still remembering the vague feeling of Mizu’s long, slender fingers. She was able to push inside you much deeper. Your core starts to remember the similar pace, pleasure rising in you.

On the other hand, your mind replaces your current situation as if Mizu was physically next to you. One hand caressing your cheek while the other was exploring deep inside you. Her body above you, her blue eyes almost glowing in the moonlight.

“M-Mizu…” You let out loud, your phone barely catching your voice. Eyes closed, you were trying to focus on your imagination.

“Y/N…” Mizu said, nearly whispering into her phone. She knew her dad could knock out but the walls at home were thin.

Mizu could only hear faint moans and whimpers from her end as she was using a toy you used on her a few times.

As she got closer, she started to turn up the volume. But it did little to no change as your melody continued to pour out.

“Baby I’m getting close. What about you?”

Only a whimper arose out of her phone. You were way too into your recreation to recognize Mizu asking a question.

“Baby?”

“Mmhmm…”

“Are you trying to remember my fingers again?”

“Yes.” You stuttered out. You could barely speak as you fastened your pace, feeling a familiar warmth build up.

“My baby misses me- ah- so much hm?” Mizu said, fastening her pace as well, trying to match your pleasure levels.

Louder moans only came out of your mouth. You could feel your fingers get tightened more and more, your insides getting ready to spasm out.

“Fuck- my Y/N fucking herself on her fingers? My little slut.”

Hearing her call you her little slut was your breaking point. Your insides start to spasm and lose control of your imagination. Your hips bucking & grinding into your fingers, still pumping into you with little energy you had.

All Mizu could hear from her phone was your cries, moans, and your voice continuously crying her name out loud. She quickly finished as you cried her name one last time, panting into the phone.

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thevanillerose · 5 months ago

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Can I request a yandere akaza from demon slayer please 🥺🙏🏽

WOMAN | YANDERE!AKAZA x FEM!READER | DEMON SLAYER

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators. Content Warnings: Yandere / Unhealthy relationship / Kidnapping / Violence A/N: Request [6/10] for my 100 Followers Celebration! So Akaza is really interesting to write for when it comes to having a Fem!Reader. I wanted to incorporate that aspect. Though actually, the Reader in this case kinda doesn't take crap. I thought that was also fun! Usually my Reader characters are more submissive or scared, but in this case she's very capable. Their back-and-forth is kind of...cute? Goofy? Charming? Of course I hope this is alright for the request. As it's anonymous I'm not certain of the gender of the requester, but I felt writing from a Fem! perspective was suitable in this case. I'll write more for him for different audiences in the future though, I'm sure!

The forest was quiet. Even your own breathing was but the tiniest whisper.

Moonlight spilled through the gaps in the canopy above, illuminating the blood on your blade and the demon’s corpse at your feet. Its visage was like a hideous stone carving, slowly dissipating into scarlet dust.

Your chest heaved, your legs trembling as you leaned against a tree for support. You’d won—but just barely. Blood stung your nose from where you’d been brutally struck.

The fight had taken everything you had. The demon had been fast, its claws raking dangerously close more times than you cared to count, some swipes slicing your skin, but you’d held your ground. You didn’t have time to dwell on your injuries, though.

It was an unmistakable feeling. The feeling of being watched. It prickled along the back of your neck like dancing fingertips, causing your heart to hammer not just from the exertion.

This wasn’t over.

“You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” a voice called from the shadows. Smooth, calm, but with an edge sharp enough to cut. “Most people wouldn’t have lasted thirty seconds against that thing.”

Your hand flew to your sword, raising it instinctively as you turned toward the voice. He stepped into the light slowly, like he had all the time in the world. His pale skin caught the moonlight, and his golden eyes gleamed. Unmistakably, this was an enemy. A dangerous one.

Despite his casual posture, the raw power radiating from him pressed against you like a storm. His visage was human enough, cropped red hair, a slightly boyish, handsome face, tattoos lining and littering his skin. His energy…was fierce and feral.

“Who are you?” you demanded, forcing strength into your voice.

He tilted his head, his lips curling into a grin. “Akaza,” he said simply, like it should mean something to you. And it did. The stories of demons with overwhelming strength, demons who killed entire corps without breaking a sweat—he was one of them.

You’d heard of him. Enough about him, to know that you weren’t keen on facing him solo.

Nonetheless, you tightened your grip on your blade readily. “If you’re here to fight, then come at me.”

Akaza chuckled, his voice low and rumbling like distant thunder. “Fight you?” He took a step closer, smirking as he glanced at what little now remained of the dead demon. “Is that wise?”

“Then what do you want?” you snapped, your heart hammering against your ribs.

“You,” he said, the single word dripping with unsettling certainty. “You’re strong. Stronger than most humans I’ve come across. Stronger than most women. I like that.”

Your pulse quickened, and you forced yourself to stand tall despite the tremor in your knees. That was…not what you’d been expecting.

“I…I don’t care what you like. Leave.”

He was bullshitting you. Playing with you, toying like all demons did. Surely. Any second now, he’d come at you, brutally. But, you weren’t entirely sure you’d be able to handle another battle, not against a high ranker.

Naïvely, you hoped that maybe he’d heed your words. Maybe, he’d feel threatened by this person he regarded as being so ‘strong’.

“Leave?”

Unfortunately not.

Akaza’s grin sharpened, and before you could react, he disappeared. The world blurred as something slammed into your chest, pinning you against a tree with bruising force. The bark scraped your back, and your lungs burned as you struggled to draw a breath. It was his tattooed arm.

It pressed against your neck, not painfully, not chokingly, but firmly enough that you couldn’t budge.

“I’m not, and neither are you.”

Your hand flew to your sword, but he was faster. His hand caught your wrist effortlessly, twisting just enough to make you drop your blade. It clattered to the ground before he kicked it up with a swift motion, catching it mid-air. He twirled it lazily, as though it were a toy, before pressing the blade's edge against your neck in place of his arm.

The cold metal bit into your skin just enough to leave a mark, as he leaned in closer, his golden eyes gleaming with unsettling amusement. “Tell me,” he murmured, his tone light but laced with menace. “What’s your name?”

Your pulse thundered in your ears. For a moment, the world seemed to narrow, your focus fixed entirely on the demon towering over you. “Why…do you care?”

His grin widened, revealing sharp teeth. “Oh, I care. I’ve seen you fight before—though I doubt you remember me. Do you?”

Your brows furrowed. There was something unsettlingly familiar about his presence, though the memory refused to come into focus. Too many battles at this point, against too many evils. It became harder and harder to distinguish.

“You’ve…watched me?”

“For a while now,” he admitted, his voice softening, almost thoughtful. “You’re different. Stronger than most of the humans I’ve come across. Watching you hold your ground against that demon tonight confirmed it.” His golden eyes narrowed, and his grin returned, sharper than before. “You’d be wasted on the rest of the Kizuki.”

Your chest tightened, and you forced your voice to steady. “Then what do you intend to do? Kill me? Eat me? Drag me to Muzan?”

At that, Akaza chuckled, low and rumbling. “Kill you? Eat you? Muzan?” He shook his head, his red hair catching the moonlight. “No. None of the above. And Muzan doesn’t need to know about this.”

Bewildered, you tried to make sense in your mind of what was happening.

Your blood was running cold. This guy was definitely unlike any other demon you had encountered. And honestly? You almost preferred the plainly, bluntly bloodthirsty nature of the enemies you usually faced. This strange fixation, this feeling like you were about to be caged, was almost more terrifying.

“...I’d rather die.”

Your sudden words caught him by surprise. He’d seemed cocky, and confident, but you could see that waver in his expression now.

“I’d rather you fight me.” you glared, “Or just go ahead and slice my throat. You’re close enough, aren’t you?”

As if to emphasize your point, you pulled away from the bark behind you, your neck moving forward, the blade digging in to the point it seemed about to pierce your flesh. Akaza jerked the sheer edge back again before it could.

“...That’s not an option.” he uttered.

“Why not?” you stared him down, boldly, despite the position you were in.

Quickly, those golden eyes flicked aside, then back to you again.

“...Just come with me.”

“No! Why would I!?” you snapped, “What kind of demon are you!? Are you scared or something!?”

“I’m NOT scared!” he yelled back, making you jolt, but you shuddered back into calmness again and actually cracked a bit of a smile.

“...This is nuts. I’ve never met a demon who didn’t want to rip my throat out. So what, you expect me to submit and let you spirit me away somewhere?”

“...Ideally.” Akaza hissed through those sharpened teeth of his, leaning a little closer, to where you could feel his icy breath against you.

“...’Ideally.’” you repeated, and scoffed, “No. I refuse.”

“...Then I’ll do it. I’ll make you wish you’d agreed.” he growled, but made no motion to press the blade any closer to your gullet, to grip your limbs, to actually…

…Hurt you.

“I don’t believe you.” you whispered, and he hesitated once more, before recoiling a touch and finally letting you go. He looked frustrated, almost flustered in a way, avoiding looking at you again, his greyish throat bobbing as he swallowed awkwardly.

Tilting your head, you relaxed a little. Strange. This was so strange.

Maybe it was the adrenaline rush, the exhaustion, that made you feel a little crazy at that point. But you decided to mess with him.

“AH-!”

Suddenly, you reached for your sword hand, clutching the wrist he’d twisted earlier. It hadn’t really hurt much at all, but you cowered and winced like you’d been brutally bruised. Akaza’s head quickly snapped around, eyes staring at you widely.

Panic. He was worried.

“Ohhh…oww…” you pouted, letting go and reaching around over your shoulder too, your other hand rubbing your throat, “Ah…my neck…my back…”

Akaza’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, then he grit his teeth again and turned to face you straight.

“You’re faking it!”

“Yeah of course I’m faking it, dumbass!” you straightened up easily, arms falling loosely by your sides as you sighed heavily at him, “Gods. You’re the lamest demon I’ve ever met, you know that?”

“Shut it! I’m warning you!” he snapped, but you quickly stepped up to him and he actually stepped back a touch. His cheeks tinged slightly pink as you leaned in.

“I think I get it. It’s not just because you ‘like’ me, or whatever this is.” Tilting your head, your eyes traveled his body before settling back on his face again, “...It’s because I’m a woman, isn’t it?”

He spluttered, like he couldn’t formulate a sentence, before suddenly shoving you back. But it was like a child would push someone, there was no real heart in it.

“See! If you were a real demon you’d have pinned me to the ground and torn my spine out by now!” you scoffed, brushing off your haori.

I don’t have time for this. I wanna go home and sleep.

“I’m done. Seeya.”

You planned your retreat on the fly, suddenly storming past him. As your shoulders clipped against one another, Akaza remained frozen, fists clenched and feet rooted to the ground, staring straight ahead. Feeling you rush past, slip away.

Leaving.

She’s leaving.

He couldn’t let you.

Despite himself, he reached out for you. His hand found purchase in your hair, the quickest thing he could grab, tugging tightly, jerking you back and planting his hand against the side of your throat. With sudden brutal will, he thrust you forward into the nearest tree.

Your forehead hit it with a dull smack, eyes rolling back as your ankles faltered and you fell. Akaza quickly caught you in his muscular arms, but the damage was already done. He could see it, the trickle of blood trailing down between your fluttering eyes.

Shit.

He hadn’t wanted it to come to this. He hadn’t wanted to hurt you. Not really. He was racked with guilt as he lifted you properly into his arms, pressed you tight to his chest, prepared to take you away somewhere that no man or Muzan could ever touch you again.

He never wanted things to go this way.

To hurt a girl was…

Well, it was the one human part of him that still strongly remained. His desire to never do so.

Even a woman as strong and impressive as you were. Especially a woman like you.

A woman he’d fallen for.

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imagine--if · 2 years ago

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(A/N: The results for my Riddler fanfic poll was basically 50/50 😂 so this is based off of the last issue of Riddler Year One, #6, as I copied the intro to the comic, but I'll work up to the movie too 😊 enjoy!!)

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A knock at the door. Silence.

You frown slightly, glancing at the clock. It's late, really late, for anyone to be calling for you. You're not expecting anyone, and you're used to the trouble that comes with living in the middle of Gotham City, giving you every reason not to answer the door and stay quiet until whoever it is gets bored and goes away.

Another knock, sounding a little desperate, five soft bangs on the door's study steel, echoing through your small stretch of hallway and to the main room, where you sit on the sofa, laptop on your lap, scrolling boredly. You stare at the door warily, as if you could somehow see through to whatever drophead was trying to get your attention, before hesitantly raising your voice in answer.

"Who is it?"

Silence again.

You roll your eyes and sigh after a beat of nothing, pushing your laptop off you and onto the sofa, quietly approaching the door and taking a sceptical look through the peephole. Nothing. No one. Just the hard bright light of the dirty stairway and landing of the floor in the apartment block you live in, which snaps off after no motion to keep it alive, and the door opposite you, shut and locked, no sound coming from anywhere except muffled music and arguing from somewhere downstairs, as per normal here.

You go to open the door, but then pause, cautious enough to wait it out for a while, five minutes, ten minutes, before letting yourself open it and look outside. You don't want to be the next poor person who gets robbed or jumped or whatever rank thing you could expect from living down in Gotham, but there's still no one to greet you when your door squeaks faintly as you pull it open, black bristles dragging across the floor from beneath it. You wince slightly as the harsh light blinks back on, revealing an empty landing, empty staircase, nothing but your breaths echoing in the space...

And an envelope at your feet.

Your frown deepens when you go to close the door again and notice it, lying there outside the door, a medium white envelope inked with a messy green symbol of some kind. A question mark, with dashes at its sides, top and bottom, scratching into the paper boldly, no name or address or postmark anywhere, nothing to indicate where it came from or who it's for. But it's at your door, and after a few seconds' inspection and another look down the landing and the stairs, you sigh and pick it up, your thumb sliding under the triangular fold as you close the door with your body whilst opening it.

There are two things sealed in this envelope.

A Polaroid picture... and a card.

You sit down with your eyes fixed on the envelope's contents, laptop ignored at your side, as you take out the card first. It's like some kind of vintage cartoon, a little beaming squirrel holding one nut in its paws, a few others at its feet, a heart around its body. Above it, bold calligraphic text says:

I'm NUTS about you!

Your face screws up in bewilderment and amusement, your eyes flitting over the cheesy sentiment and picture, before you open it up to see contrasting, messy handwriting, gone over a few times to make it readable enough. It almost looks childish.

The rich people want it, wise people know it, the poor people need it, and kind people show it. What am I?

You blink, confused at the sudden question. A riddle? You glance at the question symbol on the opened envelope, before returning your attention to the card.

"Rich people want it..." you mutter under your breath in thought, "kind people- what, love?"

You read the last bit of writing under the riddle, then read it again. And again.

I see you work with the rats, but you don't become one. I see you give the homeless something warm when the city is cold, cold, COLD. I see you trying to tell the police the bad things you know, but no one can hear us. You are an angel in a cesspool of a city... And I will make a heaven for you.

You let out a long, shaky breath, finally looking up from the card in a whirl of confusion, fear and curiosity. Your eyes instinctively glance to the windows, the curtains open a little to show the dreary, dark nightlife of Gotham below, dully glowing streetlamps, some lightbulbs dead or smashed, interrupting the neat lines guiding drivers. You almost expect to see a pair of eyes staring at you, watching you from somewhere.

Who the hell is this person? This was the way they showed their 'love'? A sixties-styled valentines card, with a riddle and a baffling message?

"Working with rats?" You question aloud.

If by rats, they meant the jerks and businessmen who came to the Iceberg Lounge to find clients and friends every other evening, then... well, they weren't wrong. You have to work there to earn enough to pay rent and everything else to make some kind of a life for yourself in Gotham. Not that you wanted to, but it was a last resort, and you steered clear of the infamous Penguin, and that horrible Falcone character, whenever you were there. But you can't help overhearing things to the grabby, drunken, smug people you waitress to there, but at this point, you'd learnt that half the GCPD weren't nearly as credible as they acted, a handful of them involved in the scandals they were brewing at the nightclub, and who else was there to tell without them telling the wrong guy and ending with you being silenced at gunpoint?

As for the homeless, believe it or not, they weren't all off their heads with drops. Some of them were just people trying to survive out on the streets of a broken-down town, young and older people cowering on street corners, some beaten by gangs, others jumpy and aware, ready to run at the smallest hint of danger. It was the ones who were simply too tired to do anything that made you stop in your tracks every now and then, as you walked home from work, before you gave in to your impulses, told them to give you a minute, and dashed into the nearest diner, grabbing something small to eat, or a hot drink to-go, the waiter bored and friendly enough to give you a smile and a nod as you went, the young man who often stayed there scribbling in a little book or typing up work-related things too shy to meet your eye, which was kind of cute, sandy-brown hair barely hiding the flush of his round cheeks, murky green eyes forced to focus on his book instead of looking up.

Was that enough to make you an angel? Really?

A few acts of kindness usually earned you a judgemental scoff, or suspicions of intentions, as no one's were really ever pure. But apparently, it's earned you an admirer, and from the looks of things, one who's more than a little unhinged.

You pick up the Polaroid last of all, and then your breath catches in shock as you stare at it, barely blinking.

It's a guy who's been making moves on you for a good few weeks now, more than double your age, packets of drops making his pockets rustle with thin plastic and his eyes unfocused. A frequent visitor to the Iceberg Lounge, who wouldn't leave you alone after you gave him his first drink of the first night, running drunkenly outside to offer you a lift when you put your arm out for a cab, trying to hold onto some part of the uncomfortably tight clothing you were expected to wear working in a place like the Iceberg Lounge.

He's slumped against a wall covered with some kind of fabric spray painted with the same question mark symbol on the envelope, though the green is blemished with crimson spatter, a rat running across his leg, blurred slightly in the shot. A laptop is in the background, where the ordeal is actually being filmed or streamed somewhere, names and comments too small in the picture to make out, though several unfocused red shapes that are most likely hearts streak up the laptop screen from its viewers. Your stomach twists and untwists into a knot, repulsed and shocked.

They killed some stupid guy... for you?

They killed a person, on a livestream... for you.

The Polaroid slips from your loosened grip, fluttering in the air for a split second before it lands beside your laptop. It makes you blink back into awareness, and you eye the card and Polaroid as if they might jump up at you.

Do you call the police? The GCPD won't ignore you, surely, if it's this level of harassment? If a person has died?

The thought of someone watching you, trying to understand you, almost worshipping you in some twisted way, brings so many thoughts and feelings up that it makes you dizzy, not knowing what to pin down as your reaction to it. Scared? Disgusted? Flattered? Curious?

What if they've been in your apartment? If they know where you live... and with Gotham's measly security, someone like this person could have found a way to break in, pick the lock or something. Is anything out of place? Hidden cameras anywhere?

Paranoia makes a shiver snake down your spine, and you sigh heavily, fingers threading through and out of your hair as you run your hands up your face and past your head.

First, check for cameras. Then, call the police. Right?

Right...

You pick up the Polaroid from beside your laptop, and your eyes flick up to the darkened screen, the small black circle of a camera at its top. Should you put some tape over it or something? Do a deep scan to check for viruses or any weird apps?

Suddenly, the screen flashes brighter, back to life, though you never touched the mousepad, and you flinch. Your eyes widen as the screen glitches and goes black, and you press down on several keys, trying to escape from whatever page it's gone on, power it off, restart.

The screen glitches for a few more moments, and then a green, pixelated question mark between some pointers slides across the screen.

Figured it out yet?

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bigb-enthusiast · 1 year ago

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Hi! I don't watch much Bigb because I don't have time to watch more than one or two life series povs usually, but I feel bad about making him an afterthought in my content cause he has such good vibes. As the local Bigb enthusiast. I wanna watch a few of his videos at least, if there are any you can recommend that are particularly useful for getting a better idea of who he is generally, or if there's any advice you can give on how you think he should be portrayed that fanon tends to get wrong?

Hii! I can help uhh the best way i Can help you with portraying him is like? Watching every episode? But yk. Its a lot of episodes. But heres some i can help with

3rd Life episodes 12 + 13 (his finals)

Last Life episodes 4(pt 1 + 2), 5, 7, & 8

Double Life episodes 3, 4, & 5

Limited Life episodes 6, 7, & 8

Secret Life episodes 1, 2, 5, 7, 9

Sorry i just gave you (and whoever else follows this) like 18 videos 🧍 he just used to split his videos into parts and then also he showed more of his character further as the season(s) went again id really recommend watching Every video of his cause theres just so many details you can find but i picked what couldve been seen as more important within his character

Fanon wise he is normally not going to betray people on purpose, its usually by force of the game and hes actually rather caring. He tends of isolate but also stay quiet when theres more than at least 2-3 people in an area unless hes Really close with them, despite isolating a lot hes very easy to force or drag into an alliance and also when he does he tends to become super clingy to at least one person such as ren and then cleo who despite betraying he tried to get back with her whether its on good terms or an alliance for at least around the 3-4 seasons that happened after she declared he was dead to her, ive seen people characterize him as innocent which no his first interaction with joel EVER in 3L was a big dick joke /t /lh, and also he is also portrayed as ruthless or mean specifically during the soulmate scandal. He wouldnt have really did it if he knew it hurt scar THAT bad (which in canon it DIDNT. Sorry scar did NOT care)

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Part 4, Chapter 6: Repository II //Sebastian Sallow x Reader

A/N: hi friends! Next repository chapter is up! I really struggle with action writing so I apologize but I hope you enjoy! I’m really anxious to hear people’s thought on my decisions in this chapter so please let me know what you liked, didn’t see coming, etc!

Also @animasola86 gets credits for Sebastian in the cover art!

The audio version of this chapter can be found here

Masterlist to the full series found here

Warnings: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, descriptions of bodily harm, seriously it’s gross fam…

Word count: 5k

As if the first scream he had to hear wasn’t bad enough a few seconds after he heard a second one. Granted not quite as loud and violent, but still chilling as the next room seemed to continue collapsing. He needed to hurry.

“At least take a wiggenweld mate,” Leander said, holding out a bottle. Normally he’d be skeptical of a potion coming from Garreth or a close friend of the boy, but given the circumstances Sebastian graciously took and downed its contents. The potion didn’t fully heal the injury, but it did slow the bleeding.

“Mr. Sallow, I really must advise against this. Rushing into danger in general is not wise, certainly not while injured” Professor Fig spoke and he shook his head.

“You’ve never stopped her before for doing the same. With all due respect sir, she is my priority. And while we sit here arguing, she could be injured. This is just a minor wound, it’ll be fine” he reasoned as he spat out the response. The notion he should sit back and let the girl face her death makes the words turn sour on his tongue.

“You and I both know this is not what she would want Mr. Sallow” Fig continued to argue with him and Sebastian turned away from the man before hauling himself up so he could mount Highwing once more.

“Yeah? And what about what I want? I certainly don’t intend on dragging her mangled and lifeless body from this cavern simply because you think she should face ranrok alone” he said.

“Your uncle” Sharp cut in and he rolled his eyes.

“Precisely. She might as well be alone. In fact, I feel more concerned knowing that man is with her. So now that everyone has addressed their objections, they are duly noted. I’m going” Sebastian said as he lifted off the ground, the hippogriff hovering as he swallowed in a shaky breath. Knowing the entrance to the cavern had been blocked by falling debris, he knew he'd have to find another way around.

“We can search to the left of the entrance if you’d like to go right” Poppy offered. As Sebastian turned to see that she had helped Imelda onto the back of the beast alongside her.

“Fine. But please shout if you find a way in” he said.

“We shall stay here and continue to try and slowly dig out the debris” Professor Weasley quietly informed him. In all his years he’d never seen the woman so dejected. The deputy headmistress always being the pinnacle of authority and confidence, yet now she seemed sullen and nervous.

“Alright. Someone should probably see what happened to Larson after going to find Officer Singer from Hogsmeade to help” he informed them as Everret nodded, “sounds good Sebastian” he said already heading back towards the mouth of the cave to find his housemate and direct the Aurors down to the cavern that no one outside knew of.

“Be safe Mr. Sallow” Hecat told him. The woman had always had a soft spot for the boy who showed much promise in her classroom, but watching him repeatedly throw himself into danger without fear caused her to swell with pride. Sebastian probably would’ve acknowledged his favorite professor had he not already gotten out of earshot of the group, desperate to find a way in before it was too late.

Although, who could hardly blame him with how grim the sounds coming from the repository chamber sounded…

She had hardly been given time to react before the goblin was hurling the corrupted ancient magic in her direction. She had fought his loyalists but had yet to actually be in his line of fire. She had watched him kill Lodgok, his own brother, in a similar manner. She’d be damned if her or Solomon went down in a similar manner.

It was truly wild how much her mind wandered during the fight. She had faced many opponents with complete concentration on the task at hand, and as she fought this goblin who threatened her world, she couldn’t help but think back on everything that had led up to this moment. She’d crossed paths with him so many times at this point: in the vault, in that alley outside the three broomsticks, in the shadows at rookwood castle, in the mine where Lodgok had died, now. All her hard work in doing the keepers bidding, finding the missing pages with a ghost, the trip to the restricted section - it had all been leading to this moment.

Yet, she found her mind wandering as she continued to hurl rocks lifted with ancient magic at the goblin. Part of her remembered the poem her father had read to from the papers a few years back, before she even knew of magic.

It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul

The other part of her kept glancing over and making eye contact with the frozen and terrified ex auror. Until now she had never noticed the way that he had such similar eyes to Sebastian. It was likely due to how often Solomon’s eyes looked angry, but now, seeing the fear in them, she recognized the resemblance. And although in both muggle and wizarding worlds, men showing their emotions so openly was frowned upon, she so deeply loved that her love had continued to be unashamed in showing all of himself to her. The fear, the excitement, the anger, the anxiety, the frustration, the love. His brown eyes had always been such a window into what he was thinking, and after almost a year of knowing him, she could read those eyes so well. Similarly now, the look Solomon was giving her was so reminiscent of the one Sebastian had worn before she left with Poppy.

And as she tried to shake the thought from her head she could feel the hot and searing feeling against her shoulder as it knocked her to the ground. His corrupted magic stolen from other repositories swirling around her now blood dripping shoulder as she looked in horror, watching as the goblin shot ahead, striking Bragbor’s container on the walkway in front of them.

Pushing her now aching limbs she somehow managed to stand, hobbling towards the entrance in an effort to gain backup. There was no way she could fight Ranrok alone now that he had stolen the magic Isadora created.

“Run!” She tried to warn Solomon but it was too late. The goblin had already taken the magic as a bright flash filled the room. The eruption of the repository caused such a blinding light to fill her vision that she took a few moments to regain vision once more, watching in horror as now the transformed goblin swirled in the midst of the red and black magic.

Rubble began to fall around them as she heard an almost demonic voice yell “Goblin kind shall answer to no one” before he dived at the platform her and Solomon were on. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Solomon’s body safely landing on the dirt ground as he covered his head with his hands. And then she felt it. The strong force of something large smacking into her chest, knocking the wind from her already damaged lungs as the contact was so intense she felt it in her bones. And then,

Air,

Weightlessness,

Falling.

She was falling, and doing so, fast

And yet, it was almost as if she could perceive it happening in slow motion. She could nearly count the times her body flipped ankles over her head as she passed the cliff she had once been standing upon. Her mind could fully make out the quickly approaching sharp jagged rocks that would ultimately claim her life when she inevitably smashed into them, for in the fall she had dropped the most important thing she owned: her wand.

“Arresto Momento!”

Suddenly suspended in the air, a few yards above the ground she looked back up to see Solomon leaning over the platform. Only his head and shoulders were visible as he looked down the massive cliffside at her body hovering several yards above the ground.

Even from far away she could see his eye still nearly swollen shut from where she had struck him in the infirmary, but his other one stared down at her wide, seemingly relieved he had caught her. He slowly continued to lower her to the ground safely as she closed her eyes and tried to think of how it was going to be best to proceed. Her wand had been lost and she doubted the keeper's wand would work in the same manner as a normal one. Now was certainly not the time to test it out.

Her body slowly being lowered to the ground halted at the same time she looked up. Before she had time to process what was happening, once again her body was free falling. Only briefly making out the bright red light coming through the man’s chest before her body violently collided with the ground below. As time slowed once more, she laid on the ground as she experienced the scream tearing from her throat as if she was a passerby. Yet, the intense throbbing in her bones reminded her that no, it was indeed her that was screaming, and it was her body that had fallen to the stones below.

And then, she had an up close viewing of Solomon Sallow’s body crashing to the ground next to her with the most sickening thud she had ever experienced to date. Bones snapping viciously in a manner similar to the way she had broken his nose in the infirmary, except this time it was his legs that created the noise, as they came to rest in opposite directions. And this time when the scream tore from her raw throat, it was in terror as she saw the mangled appearance of Sebastian’s guardian as he lay next to her.

His lifeless brown eyes were still open as she continued to scream while the cavern caved in around them both and the last of her remaining strength was used to hold up a forcefield as the rubble encased their bodies.

Sebastian could remember the first time he’d witnessed ancient magic. It had been in hogsmeade square during the troll attack. The static feeling that charged the air and made the hair on his neck stand up had only relieved itself when she tore lightning from the sky, reducing the troll to ash. His ears had rung for a few seconds as the clap of thunder she conjured had disoriented him while his rapidly blinking eyes had fixated themself on the girl, her newly acquired wand clutched in her hand.

Since then, he’d only seen her use that type of magic on occasion. Usually she tried to learn how to master it in small doses, using restraint as she aimed to learn to use it for productive purposes such as conjuration or healing instead of destructive like the first time he’d seen. Occasionally he’d see things in the room of requirement lifting in mid air as if she had used levioso, but the way she was doing it looked unnatural. Sometimes he’d witness a small flash of light before something like a quill emerge. But without her abilities it truly was hard to tell what was ancient magic and what was simply spells she had learned during the year.

And yet, he still had become acclimated to what it felt like to be around such magic, even if he couldn’t physically see it. Ever since christmas he had worn the cufflinks she’d gifted him, and he’d never tell her, but he always felt the slight thumping or hum coming off them every morning when he put them on his dress shirt. Usually a dull vibration, as if they were alive and full of swarming lacewing flies. But on those rare occasions she did use her magic in his presence they’d warm up, the tingling that lingered on the objects growing more intense, like they were alive and desperately trying to join the stream of magic she was using.

That had been the real reason he’d grabbed them when he changed in the room of requirement, threading them onto the sleeves of the dark outfit she’d woven for him. And now as he continued to try and find a way to enter the cavern he knew she was fighting that blasted goblin, he could feel them tingling more than he ever had.

Highwing continued to fly through the cavern as he searched for a possible opening. It dawned on him that the last time he had physically laid eyes on her was when she left with Poppy after class. And since that moment he’d experienced such a whirlwind. He had went to collect rings in order to secure their future, bought a very dismantled home to share some day and while riding the high of such a wonderful thing his world had collapsed. Arriving into feldcroft amidst a battle only to discover that not only was his whole family gone, but she hadn’t been seen.

And then when he finally did get back to the school Fig had roped him into dealing with the Keepers as he worried for her safety and Professor Sharp’s ability to save her. Only to return and be locked in with the other students knowing she’d only barely been patched up before going to fight Ranrok and the entire goblin armada. Unfortunately it seemed they had so often almost crossed paths in this entire mess of a situation and yet continued to fight their own battles separately.

In the chaos he also hadn’t had time to actually process what Poppy had told him. His Uncle. Solomon had known. And Even worse, the man had intended for him to take the curse over Anne. As Highwing continued to fly he really did wonder what his life would be like had he had endured the curse this whole time over his twin. Obviously he’d have struggled being back home with Solomon more than Anne, given their history. He wouldn’t have put it past the man to just leave him at St Mungos to rot alone.

Surely his love would still have come to Hogwarts and been sorted into Slytherin, but would she have befriended Anne? Would Anne still have brought her to visit a sick brother to cheer him up as he had done? And if she did, would the girl look at him with eyes of love or pity…

Despite the horrific events of the year, and the grim circumstances to which they so often found themselves in, he would not trade a thing in the world to see her tired smile as she finally drifted off to sleep leaving behind the massive weight upon her shoulders. He would not trade the fear of holding her bleeding body to his chest at Christmas if it meant losing the beautiful hands that moved through his dark hair when they were alone.

Even worse he realized he would rather have seen Anne continue to fight this curse than know the love of his life had died in that ashwinder camp.

Because if you asked Sebastian back in August what his main priority in life was, he easily would’ve answered finding a cure for his sister. But in the quest to find answers for Anne he discovered something beautiful. A kind of love he had never felt. A kind of love those who experience its warmth would die for. A kind of love that healed the deep wounds pressed upon his soul from the tragedies he’d known as a young boy. A kind of love that made the journey of all of Solomon’s abuse somehow worth it, for without it he might not have met her or held on so tightly.

Every event in his life seemingly now had a purpose, beyond just bringing him pain and torment. For without them, he never would have been in the right place, at the right time, with the right heart to love her. And more importantly, be loved by her.

With every crash he heard from the wall that separated them, he felt like that beautiful thing to which he found was slowly slipping away. It’s why despite feeling lightheaded as blood continued to stain the wonderful gift she’d made for him, running down his back as it poured out of his right shoulder, he didn’t hesitate. What man would he be if it didn’t do everything in his power to get to the one he loved? What deep sorrow and regret he would be cursed to anguish in if she died alone?

As he neared a waterfall, Highwing attempted to move away from the water stream and just as he passed its refreshing mist he felt a sharp shooting pain on his wrist. Quickly tried to separate the material of his shirt from his wrist despite the way his limp non dominant hand fell to his side. As Sebastian saw the skin underneath he could make out a small blister forming where the inside latch of his cufflinks had burned into his blood soaked skin and he tugged the hippogriff to turn around.

Reluctantly the creature flew close to the waterfall again and like before the metal heated to the point he could not stand it, casting glacius onto them in efforts to prevent further burning. As he looked ahead he tried to see through the waterfall but was unable due to its heavy stream.

“Highwing come on” he begged the creature, attempting to urge the proud beast through the stream and it put up a fight, letting out a noise he could only interpret as annoyance before flying through the stream. As they came through the water, and onto the other side Sebastian realized a cavern was hidden away by the waterfall. Highwing moved forward enough to set him down on the solid ground they’d discovered and he stroked her feathers kindly as he hopped off and walked forward.

“Lumos” he spoke as it echoed off the cave walls. And suddenly like discovering water in the desert he saw it: the rune symbol. To the right a torch became noticeable from the light his wand put off and he shouted confringo at it, before repeating the action on the other side of the symbol. Unlike the doors leading into Isadora’s workshop or even the map chamber this was simply just a simple hovering over a pile of rocks, as if some muggle attempt had been made to create a secondary entrance to the repository for emergencies.

“Highwing go find the others!” he shouted. If there was one thing he had learned this year, it was that beasts were so much more intelligent than wizards and witches gave them credit for. Because the hippogriff bowed her head at him before running and jumping through the waterfall’s stream once more as she left him.

Coming forward he began using simple charms to slowly dig the piled up stones from the entrance. As stones began to move one by one he grew weary, putting his wand away and reaching for the wall. Years of working for Solomon had taught him how to use his brute strength sometimes over magic to get things done quickly. Even this past yule when he’d repaired the stone fences in the yard by hand, he realized that sometimes the muggle way was more effective.

Groaning as he lifted his injured arm he began pushing stone after stone to the ground, frantically digging through the pileup as his arm continued to bleed and his hands started to sting from the cuts he was getting from the jagged edges cutting his palms.

Every new injury seemed dull in comparison to the way his heart continued to leap as he pushed aside another rock. He had to get through. He had to reach her. And the more stones pushed to the side the louder and louder things became on the other side of the wall. The blasting and crashing only intensified as he heard a very loud and dark voice call out “your pitiful magic is no match for mine, child”.

Under normal circumstances such a voice would be bone chilling but to him it felt like a relief. It meant one thing: she was still alive.

For now.

As soon as the falling debris stopped she somehow mustered the strength to stand. Luckily having one last healing potion on her she was able to maintain a hold on the force field long enough to push the rubble away before downing the contents. It didn’t do much, nor did it return the air to her lungs, but it dulled the sting, which for now would have to be enough. Trying desperately to avert her eyes from Solomon’s body as ranrok’s newly transformed body flew about the space, she searched the ground for his wand. After moments of searching she stole a quick glance at his hand seeing he was still clutching it tightly. Gently she moved towards him, muttering a quick prayer to some god or entity despite the man’s malicious actions in life, before closing his eyes and ripping the wand from his grasp.

“Accio wand” she called out, not expecting much. Her wand likely was crushed in the fall, but when suddenly she felt its energy approaching, she was surprised to see it coming straight for her unharmed. Deciding to pocket Solomon’s for safe keeping to return to the Sallows she quickly looked for cover in case Ranrok came back to pick her off.

Rushing forward along the walkway as the space continued to be filled with the swirls of dark ancient magic she came to an opening, finally seeing ranrok in his new form as he perched at the end.

The anger of today, coming to a head as she pushed forward. How dare he attack the school? How dare he steal this magic? How dare he threaten the ones she loves?

Hurling ancient magic at him she watched in horror as he laughed, backing up as he taunted, “so much fire… so much spirit… I shall snuff that out” before shooting a large blast towards her without little time to duck for cover.

She would have to rethink exactly how to fight him this way. Suddenly she saw large force fields erupting nearby that reminisced the way she had fought the large pensive guards during the keeper trials. Hurling the freezing charm at it, she realized that it did in fact react similarly. If she was going to win this battle, she would need to stay moving and focus on those weak points until she could muster enough ancient magic to subdue him.

And then she remembered a moment in the room of requirement one day with Sebastian.

“So this corrupted magic, infused with pain, how do you think you can control it?” Sebastian asked her as he continued to take notes in a journal he’d been keeping on her magic.

“I’m not sure I even can… Isadora certainly couldn’t. That’s why she contacted Bragbor to build containers for it in the first place” she retorted as she continued to go over something she stole from San Bakaar’s tower on a second lap through. Her frustration with the keepers for remaining tight-lipped had her sneaking back into the tower, steering clear of the portrait, to raid his office. In it he found the man’s notes on the magic in the repositories.

“But isn’t Ranrok wielding it? Along with all the goblins? Surely you could find a way to do so, even if it’s simply a matter of protecting yourself from it” Sebastian countered as he glanced up. He knew that she likely wouldn’t see eye to eye with him on understanding the dark magic. The memories she spoke of being enough to discourage her from attempting to even entangle herself with that magic, but it didn’t stop him from being anxious. If she could control it, then perhaps if she faced the goblins she could turn the magic against them, or at the very least wield it enough to protect herself.

“I suppose in theory there is a way to control it. I am just nervous about what that could look like… Lodgok mentioned that all the goblins had been transformed by their attempts at using it. I am worried that if I allow myself to be influenced by it, that it may start to control me as well. Isadora’s journals end in madness. It’s easy to see she seemed to have been corrupted by it as well” she countered.

“Hmm…” he said and when she looked up she noticed that his eyes showed how truly far away his mind was. Nervous to ask the reasons why he broached the topic, she pushed that aside in favor of getting answers even if they made her anxious.

“You want me to heal Anne by wielding it don’t you?” she asked him with a defeated sigh, but when his eyes snapped back to hers and his brow furrowed almost angrily she regretted saying anything.

“What?” he asked in horror, frustration apparent in his tone as he spit the words out, laced with the venom he usually reserved for his uncle and no one else.

“I just thought… that’s why you were asking… it’s okay if that was your train of thought, I was just curious-” she began rambling, hoping she could take back the insination but it was too late. He was already furious at her.

“I am asking for you. You already told me what one of the memories showed - how it made a person devoid of emotions. I trust that. I trust you. I wouldn’t want that for my twin, even if it meant she wasn’t in pain. I wanted to know if you could wield it to protect yourself” he grumpily responded as she grew silent.

“Oh” she spoke quietly as she stared into her lap, eyes glazing over as she felt similarly to a scolding child by the authority in his voice, and the guilt of assuming the worst in him. He must’ve seen the tiny piling of tears in the corner of her eye because he put down his book and came directly in front of where she sat on the sofa, sitting on his knees in front of her and grabbing her hands from her lap.

“Hey” he spoke calmly and she didn’t respond so he spoke softer, gently squeezing her palms as she finally looked up. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” Sebastian spoke.

“I know. I didn’t mean to upset you either” she responded.

“I know. I just want to know all our options for keeping you safe. That’s my main priority” he told her as she looked down.

“What about Anne…?”

“What about her?” he asked in confusion.

“We only started down this journey to find a cure for her… I thought that was your priority” she explained.

Watching as his eyes absorbed her words he looked at her, opening his mouth, before closing it again to ponder his response. “It’s okay if that’s still your main goal-” she continued but he cut her off.

“Months ago, yes, that was my main priority. But now… my world has shifted. My goals have shifted. My loyalty and devotion have shifted” he spoke cooly as her eyebrow raised of its own accord in confusion.

“But Anne is your sister, your twin-” She went to counter and he shook his head.

“And you are my everything. Of course I want to heal Anne, but we will find a way to do so safely. The same way we will find a way to keep you safe if somehow Ranrok does get ahold of the last repository… but don’t think for a second that you aren’t important to me. That keeping you safe isn’t my main priority now” he told her.

Unsure how to respond she simply blinked rapidly. She wasn’t sure when she started crying fully, but when she felt the wetness on her cheeks he was already there, pulling her into his arms.

“I mean it… I love you… and I swear with all I have that I will do everything to keep you safe when the time comes…”

Remembering back to that day, she did wonder about his theory. They hadn’t had a chance to actually test it out given only a few days later she left with Poppy… and now she was in this head on. But perhaps Sebastian was correct. Maybe there was a way to control it. Maybe even purify it by removing the pain somehow, so that it would be useless to Ranrok. Unlike the keepers she had isadora’s research. Unlike Isadora she had the keeper's research. She also had such an intelligent man who had working theories.

Trying to recall the work he’d written out on one of the chalk boards, she tried to remember the way he had theorized perhaps using ancient magic instead of normal magic with a healing spell could cleanse the magic so to speak. Now was as good as any time to try such a theory out.

Stepping out from behind a rock she’d used for cover she used one of the healing spells on a sliver of the magic swirling around her, watching in awe as it turned blue again, the pain quickly moving towards ranrok as he absorbed purely the pain and yelled out angrily, “your pitiful magic is no match for mine, child!”

Then she found herself lying face down in the stone a few feet away. Her head throbbing at the aggressive contact she’d made when he’d flung her through the air once more. She would be surprised if her skin wasn’t one large bruise at this point. The speed to which he retaliated by blasting her had been too quick to process but as she laid there trying to get up again she smiled as she realized that now she had a decent game plan. Sebastian Sallow was a genius and if she lived long enough to see him again she would delight in telling him so.

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stari-hun · 9 months ago

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Reverse 1999 Yappin Masterlist

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My other Masterlists ! Headcanons and Ships , Wilderness , Critters

Reverse 1999 Character Diagram - Full Game 1.8

Timeline of Events

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Character Bonds - General , Greenlake, Book 6 , Book 6 part 2

The Atlas : Overview and the Narrator's Omniscience

The Atlas : Book 6

What would I ask the Cave of Truth?

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Shitty Summaries - Book 3. , Book 5.

Reverse 1999 is an Existential Horror - Vereinsamt and Uncannt Valley Instinct

Scoops of Angst - Marcus , Verneider Vs Isokania , Vertin's Trauma from Book 3 , Sophia and 37 vs Sonetto and Vertin , Sophia left right before the truth reached Apeiron , Mr Karl not being outed as an abuser before or after his death is... , Monologues , KB Shamane and Kumar : The Bullet ,

MESMER AND MEDPOC SIBLINGOLOGY !!!!

37 is the only cast member of Apeiron who truly suits the island, but it's also what makes her naive

"Crush me into dust."

As close as they are, Sonetto and Vertin can never go back to the bond they had as kids while Sonetto is a field agent

Book 6 : Cause it needs its own tab

E Lucevan le Stelle Mini Summary

E Lucevan le Stelle Diagram - 1. , 2.

The Pacing of E Lucevan le Stelle : How the Isolde keeps herself off innocuous until she's ready to enter the stage

Isolde - The Small Room - Isolde Character Story , Isolde is a man hater and it would 100% include Kakania if she was a man

Kakania - My gripes with her , Kakania is an unreliable narrator and dependent on Isolde as well

Marcus - The worst birthday ever (and possibly Isolde's gift)

Isokania - Outside Perspective on Isokania , Doomed from the Start , Their comic panels line up...

Theopil , Theopil Continues to Haunt the Narrative

The Dittersdorf's - Theopil

Isolde and Playwright

Heinrich and Diggers

Isolde - + Jessica , Character Bingo, Trista made the servants think she was crazy, Insight 2

Theories

Arcanists as a Community Don't Think of Sexuality or Gender

Character Stories are The Stories Arcanists WANT to Tell

The Player isn't Vertin

Pandora's Magic on Vertin

The Storm's Origin

Vertin's mom casted the immunity spell on her

Arcana knows the original name for arcanists

Arcana put out the ads for the Manus and information about the Storm out so it could reach the SPDM children

Worldbuilding

The Foundation vs Manus Vindictae

The Foundation (+ School of Discipline and Laplace)

The Artificial Somnambulism and Modern Perspective

The Foundation is Brainwashing People

Zeno - Greenlake's View Versus Rayashki

Reverse 1999 and Customs after the Storm

Shamane's Character Story was good insight on how the ecosystem in Reverse 1999 works.

Appraiser Arcanum - General (Getian, Pandora, Windsong, Marcus) , [Features of Bones]

Arcane Traces last 15,000 - 17,000 years

Numbers System for Book 5

Economy Ramble

Events

Nightmare at Greenlake Relationship Chart

Blonney would be into Creepypasta

Kumar and Shamane : Doomed Family

Kaalaa Baunaa and Divination after Kumar's death

What if Vertin was in Mor Panhk?

Kumar is my favorite NPC and she should be yours too

Shamane and Kaalaa Baunaa and the remnants of Kumar

Makower Overreacted Super Hard

Uluru Games : Ezra saw someone die in his character story??

Bessmert and Getian

Notes on Shuori ; Jiu Niangzi, Getian, and Jessica)

Farewell, Rayashki - Windsongs Vibe , General Vibe + Me being sad and upset

Ley Lines: A Strong Supporting Field

Evgeni is Anti Earth

Series of Dusks -

Semmelweis in imperfect and she embraces it

Kakania is INSUFFERABLE outside of the perspective of someone who needs her

Theory ! The Director intercepted Semmelweis' death

#yapping #reverse 1999 #masterlist #honeystar #re1999 #reverse: 1999 #r1999 #r99

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Bye did you see how some ot6 briize are saying how they are gonna fly to the united states to jump ot7 briize😭 have we lost the fucking plot I’m literally genuinely absolutely so fucking sick and tired of the ugly weak ass hoes that literally will never have a chance with these men period maybe kpop is not for me idk dawg but I’m so close to jumping🙏🏿🔥🔥🔥💯🔥💯🔥💯🔥

i heard that the ot6 wanna fly to the us to basically crash mama and hand out ot6 flyers or whatever and everyone is saying how that shit will not fly over here which is true but who knows 😭😭 the ot6 in korea scary as fuck tho cuz wdym u walked past the protests outside sm saying riize is 6 then ran away cuz u didn’t want to get confronted ? like if u wanna talk shit say it w your chest !

tbh this whole situation really sucks and i can see it making people stray away from kpop as a whole and i haven’t really been into kpop musically for a bit (my kpop playlist has been getting the least amount of plays these days and the only kpop ill listen to is nct 😭) but honestly its not necessarily bc of this i just have phases of liking other music more rn im back in my emo era so that playlist is getting ran to the ground. and i really only keep up with nct and bnd content wise lately and by keeping up w them is being on twitter and tiktok

i wish i could completely detach from kpop but unfortunately its one of my biggest special interests so i just cant escape it 👹 even when i had my year long fuck kpop era a few years ago i wasnt even 100% detached from it but do what you gotta do cuz once smth isnt fun anymore its quickly miserable and ruins your mood and you gotta detach for your own sanity 🙏🏽🙏🏽

#mail …♡ᵎᵎ

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Threefold Returns - Chapter 6/16

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Gale

Magic dripped like honey down the tower walls, but for once, Gale could see it clearly. The usual haze that had clouded his perception was gone, leaving only the familiar comfort of his home's ambient power. He watched Astarion fuss with the bedding, arranging pillows to his satisfaction.

"I still can't believe we survived Zel's experimental spores," Astarion said, smoothing a wrinkle from the sheets. "Though I maintain watching you sneeze rainbow sparkles was worth any risk."

Gale touched his nose, remembering the peculiar sensation. "The transfer was surprisingly controlled. Small scope, but the principle is sound." He shed his outer robes, folding them carefully over a chair. "She'll have it refined and ready to deploy at scale by tomorrow evening, I expect."

The silence in his mind felt strange after so many weeks of Mystra's constant whispers. He hadn't seen that telltale blue light all day either, not since they'd started the trials. The absence should have been purely relieving, but something in his gut twisted with apprehension. Mystra never stayed quiet this long without reason.

"You're thinking too loud," Astarion said, already settled on his claimed side of the bed. "I can practically hear the wheels turning."

"Just... enjoying the quiet." Gale slipped under the covers, careful to maintain a respectful distance. "And wondering when the other shoe will drop."

"Ah. You think she's planning something."

"Mystra doesn't give up. She escalates." Gale stared at the ceiling, tracking the familiar patterns of magical energy there. "But for now, at least I can think clearly."

"Then think about sleep instead of goddesses." Astarion shifted, getting comfortable. "We can deal with whatever comes tomorrow."

The steady rhythm of Astarion's breathing filled the quiet room. It would be so easy to follow his advice, to sink into the peaceful darkness that had eluded Gale for weeks. His body ached for rest, mind fuzzy with exhaustion. The bed was soft, the Tower's magic hummed a gentle lullaby, and Astarion's presence kept Mystra's influence at bay.

But sleep wouldn't come.

Gale's thoughts circled back to that moment in the kitchen, to Astarion's casual declaration of feelings. He had said it like it was obvious, like everyone must have known all along. Like Gale should have known.

And Zel—gods, Zel had dragged their old conversation into the light. That night when she had suggested they could all be... something. Together. He remembered dismissing it, certain that love had to be exclusive to be real. He had walked away from both of them rather than consider alternatives.

Now, lying here with Astarion's weight shifting the mattress beside him, Gale wasn't so sure. The certainty that had driven his choice felt hollow, a remnant of expectations he had never questioned. If someone had asked him today, right now, what he wanted...

He wasn't sure his answer would be the same.

Gale turned onto his side, studying Astarion's profile in the dim light. The vampire's eyes were closed, but Gale knew he wasn't asleep—vampires didn't sleep, and elves rarely needed to. He was just being... considerate. Giving Gale space to process.

The thought made something warm unfurl in Gale's chest. When had Astarion become so attuned to others' needs? When had he learned to be gentle?

Perhaps it wasn't wise to explore these feelings now, with Mystra's threat looming and his own mind barely clear of her influence. But then, when had wisdom ever truly guided matters of the heart? He had tried that approach before, weighing and measuring his choices like reagents in a potion. All it had earned him was regret and loneliness.

Besides, hadn't they already thrown caution aside today? Zel's experimental combination of rapport spores and whatever alchemical concoction she had brewed should have been thoroughly tested first. Instead, they had simply trusted her—and each other—and somehow it had worked.

The thought of Zel brought a fresh complexity to his considerations. The idea of all three of them together still felt overwhelming. He wasn't ready for that level of intimacy, wasn't sure he could navigate such complicated waters while still finding his own bearings.

But here, now, with just Astarion... That felt different. Simpler. There was something between them that deserved exploration—a shared understanding born of parallel wounds. Who else could truly comprehend what it meant to be chosen by a being of such power, to be shaped and molded and then wrecked? Who else knew the particular horror of having your mind invaded, your will subsumed?

Astarion had found his way free of those chains. Maybe he could help Gale do the same.

"I can still feel you thinking," Astarion murmured, eyes still closed. "It's very distracting."

Gale swallowed hard, gathering his courage. "How distracted are you willing to be, on my behalf?" The words came out rougher than he intended, caught somewhere between casual and seductive—and probably failing at both.

Astarion's eyes opened, one elegant eyebrow arching upward in silent inquiry.

"I'm not teasing." Gale's heart hammered against his ribs. "I find myself contemplating the theoretical applications of our current proximity. The data suggests a certain... compatibility between us. Emotionally speaking, of course, though one could argue that physical attraction often correlates with psychological resonance, and I've noted several instances where—" He caught himself starting to lecture and drew a steadying breath. "What I mean is, I feel close to you. Safe with you. And I wonder if perhaps we might... explore that connection. Unless you're too fatigued from today's events, which would be entirely understandable given the magical expenditure required to—"

Cool fingers pressed against his lips, stemming the flow of words. Astarion shifted closer, sliding one arm around Gale's waist. "You impossible, brilliant fool," he murmured, drawing Gale against his chest. "I've wanted you since that night you kissed me in camp."

"That was—" Gale's voice cracked as Astarion's fingers traced along his jaw. "That was months ago. I was drunk. And you were just trying to seduce me for protection."

"Yes, well." Astarion's thumb brushed Gale's lower lip. "Plans change."

Gale wasn't sure who moved first, but suddenly they were kissing. Astarion's lips were cool against his, a stark contrast to the warmth spreading through Gale's chest. He had been so sad, so lonely, for so long—and then half out of his mind with Mystra's invasive presence. But now, with Astarion's mouth on his, everything felt sharply, beautifully real.

Astarion's tongue teased at Gale's lips, and he opened without hesitation. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt straight to his groin. His brain fizzed with delight, even as blood rushed south, leaving him lightheaded. Astarion's hand cupped the back of his neck, holding him steady as the kiss deepened.

Gale's arms wrapped around Astarion, pulling him closer. The vampire's body was firm and cool against his, a grounding presence in the whirlwind of sensation. He could feel Astarion's fangs, sharp and dangerous, but there was no fear—only excitement. Astarion's tongue explored his mouth with a thoroughness that left Gale breathless.

When they finally broke apart, Gale's lungs burned for air. He sucked in a ragged breath, his heart pounding in his chest. Astarion's eyes were dark with desire, his lips slightly parted to reveal the tips of his fangs. The sight sent another wave of heat through Gale.

"Are you sure about this?" Astarion asked, his voice a low rumble. His thumb brushed Gale's cheekbone, a tender contrast to the intensity of their kiss.

Gale nodded, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "Yes. I want this. I want you."

Astarion's smile was slow and wicked, a promise of things to come. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Gale's jaw before trailing down to his neck. Gale tilted his head back, giving Astarion better access. The feel of cool lips and sharp fangs against his pulse point made him shiver.

"Tell me what you like," Astarion murmured against his skin. "I want to know everything."

Gale swallowed hard, his mind racing. He had always been more comfortable with having sex than talking about it plainly, but Astarion's direct question demanded an honest answer.

Gale took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing. "I... I like being in control," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But not in a dominating way. More like... setting the pace. And I prefer to be the one... penetrating." He stumbled over the last word, still shy despite the heat pooling in his belly.

Astarion paused, his lips lingering on Gale's collarbone. "Really?" He pulled back, his eyes searching Gale's face. "You mean that?"

Gale nodded, his flush deepening. "Yes. Is that... alright with you?"

A slow smile spread across Astarion's face, his eyes gleaming with interest. "More than alright. I prefer it the other way around. I told Zel the same thing." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I love being fucked. The bigger the better." Astarion's hand, cool and sure, slid over Gale's thigh, tracing a path that sent a jolt of anticipation through him. When his fingers brushed over the bulge in Gale's sleep pants, Gale couldn't help but tense, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through him. Astarion paused, his touch lingering as he hummed softly, a sound of pure, unadulterated happiness. "You know, I've always been a size queen," he murmured, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down Gale's spine. "And you, my dear Gale, do not disappoint." His fingers squeezed gently, emphasizing his point.

Gale's shyness began to evaporate, replaced by a growing confidence. If Astarion liked a big cock, Gale knew he could deliver. It had been a while since he'd been with a man, but some things you never forgot. He covered Astarion's hand with his own, pressing it firmly against his growing erection.

"I want to hear more," Gale said, his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart. "What do you like? Turnabout is fair play, after all."

Astarion's eyes sparkled with mischief and desire. "I like gentle touches," he began, his voice a soft purr. "But I also love being fucked deeply. There's something about the feeling of being filled completely that drives me wild." He leaned in, his breath cool against Gale's ear. "And I must admit, I've always been fascinated by your body hair. It's so... different from mine. I want to feel it against my skin."

Gale's cock twitched at the words, his body responding eagerly to Astarion's candid confession. He could picture it vividly—Astarion's smooth, pale skin against his own hairy chest, the contrast of textures as they moved together.

"I want to feel you cum inside me," Astarion continued, his voice a low growl. "I want to feel your warmth, your release. And afterward..." He pulled back, a playful smile on his lips. "I love a good cuddle. And I already know you'll accommodate me there."

Gale chuckled, a sound of genuine amusement and growing excitement. "You seem very sure of that."

Astarion's smile widened. "Oh, I am. You're a natural caretaker, Gale. It's one of the things I love about you. And I want to have fun together, to make love, to please you so well you never leave me again."

The words sent a shiver down Gale's spine, a mix of anticipation and something deeper, something that felt dangerously close to hope. He leaned in, capturing Astarion's lips in a fierce kiss. The vampire responded eagerly, his cool hands sliding up under Gale's sleep shirt and across the planes of his chest, fingers tangling in his chest hair.

Gale broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I want to make you feel good," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I want to give you everything you need."

Astarion's eyes were dark with lust, his lips parted to reveal the tips of his fangs. "Then show me," he whispered. "Show me what you can do."

Gale's hands trembled slightly as he helped Astarion out of his sleep clothes, revealing smooth, pale skin that seemed to glow in the soft light of the Tower's magical illumination. Astarion returned the favor, his cool fingers tracing paths of fire along Gale's skin as he removed each piece of clothing. When they were both finally bare, Gale couldn't help but stare.

Astarion was breathtaking, his lithe form sprawled out beneath him, silver curls charmingly mussed. His red eyes gleamed with desire and amusement, a combination that was uniquely Astarion. Gale's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anticipation and disbelief. This incredible being was his—his to touch, to make love with, to wow.

He leaned down, capturing Astarion's lips in a fierce kiss. The vampire responded eagerly, his cool hands sliding around his back to press him close. Gale could feel Astarion's smile against his lips, and then suddenly, the world tilted.

In a move so swift it left Gale breathless, Astarion flipped them around. One moment Gale was poised above him, and the next, he was on his back, looking up at Astarion's mischievous grin.

"You're fast," Gale breathed, a laugh bubbling up in his chest.

Astarion winked. "You have no idea."

Before Gale could respond, Astarion slid down his body, a trail of cool kisses leading the way. When Astarion's mouth reached his cock, Gale's breath left him in long moan. Astarion's lips were cool, his tongue skilled, and his enthusiasm evident.

"Gods, Astarion," Gale gasped, his hands fisting the sheets.

Astarion hummed in response, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. He pulled back slightly, his breath cool against Gale's heated skin. "You're impressive, Gale," he murmured, his voice a low purr. "I can't believe I never got a proper look at you before."

Gale laughed, the sound breathless and ragged. "You're staring."

Astarion grinned, his fangs gleaming in the soft light. "I'm just appreciating the view." He leaned back down, his tongue tracing a path up Gale's shaft that made him see stars.

Gale's body tensed as Astarion took him in his mouth and did a series of entirely improbable things with his tongue. It was wonderful, but, the pleasure was building too quickly. He reached down, gently tangling his fingers in Astarion's hair. "Wait," he gasped. "I don't want to come yet. Not like this."

Astarion pulled back, his lips glistening. "No?" he asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Gale shook his head, his chest heaving. "I want to be inside you. I want to make you feel good."

Astarion's eyes darkened with desire. "Well, who am I to argue with that?"

Gale rolled them again, relishing the feel of Astarion's cool, smooth skin against his. He ground their cocks together, a slow, deliberate pressure that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him. Astarion gasped, his eyes fluttering closed, and Gale couldn't help but kiss him again, swallowing the vampire's moans. He could do this all night—the feel of Astarion's body against his, the taste of his mouth, the sounds of his pleasure. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and Gale wanted more.

But their cocks were already slick with pre-cum, and Gale could feel the urgency building in his body. He was determined to be inside Astarion before either of them lost control. He broke the kiss, trailing gentle touches and soft kisses down Astarion's body. The vampire's skin was incredibly responsive, every touch eliciting a gasp or a shiver. Gale marveled at the sight, his heart swelling with a mix of desire and tenderness.

He paused at Astarion's nipples, taking a moment to lavish them with attention. Astarion had said he liked gentle touches, and Gale was more than happy to comply. He circled one nipple with his tongue, feeling it harden under his touch. Astarion arched into him, a soft moan escaping his lips. Gale smiled against his skin, moving to the other nipple, giving it the same careful attention.

Astarion's hands found their way into Gale's hair, fingers tangling in the strands. "Gale," he gasped, his voice a breathy plea. "That feels... incredible."

Gale hummed in response, the vibration drawing another gasp from Astarion. He continued his path downward, tracing the lines of Astarion's abdomen with his tongue. The vampire's body was a landscape of smooth, pale skin, and Gale wanted to explore every inch of it.

When he reached Astarion's cock, he paused, taking a moment to admire it. Long and slim, flushed pink at the tip, it was a beautiful sight. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, feeling the cool, smooth skin against his palm. Astarion bucked into his touch, a desperate moan escaping his lips.

Gale leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the tip. Astarion's hips jerked, and Gale smiled, loving the reaction. He took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh. Astarion's hands tightened in his hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Gale," he moaned, his voice a plea. "Please... I need you. There's... there's oil in the nightstand," he managed, his voice breathless. "I put it there... just in case."

Gale smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "Ah, was I really such a foregone conclusion? Nevermind, I can hardly argue with results," he murmured, leaning over to retrieve the oil. He coated his fingers, warming it slightly before returning to Astarion. He circled the vampire's entrance with one finger, feeling the cool, smooth skin. Astarion shivered, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Yes," he gasped. "Please, Gale."

Gale knew from experience with others that Astarion would need careful preparation to take him comfortably. Four fingers, to accommodate Gale's size. Deciding to give his knees a break until absolutely necessary, Gale rolled them onto their sides, spooning Astarion from behind. He slipped one knee between Astarion's legs, spreading them slightly to grant better access.

Astarion nestled back against him, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Gale smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the vampire's shoulder. He could feel Astarion's body relaxing into his touch, trusting and eager. It was a heady sensation, knowing that Astarion was placing his faith in Gale to make this good for him.

Gale reached for the oil, coating his fingers again liberally. He slid his hand between them, finding Astarion's entrance with ease. The vampire shivered as Gale circled the cool, smooth skin with one fingertip, teasing gently. Gale pressed a kiss to the nape of Astarion's neck, feeling the vampire's body respond with a delicate shiver.

Slowly, he pressed one finger into Astarion, feeling the tight ring of muscle give way. Astarion gasped, his body tensing briefly before melting back into Gale's touch. Gale moved his finger in a gentle rhythm, feeling Astarion's body adjust to the intrusion. He added a second finger, scissoring them slightly to stretch the tight flesh.

Astarion's breath came in soft pants, his body pressing back against Gale's hand. Gale smiled, kissing Astarion's shoulder, his neck, his sensitive elven ear. The vampire shivered, a soft moan escaping his lips. Gale could feel Astarion's need growing, his body becoming more insistent with every touch.

He added a third finger, feeling Astarion's body stretch to accommodate him. The vampire's moans grew louder, his hips moving in a needy rhythm. Gale matched his pace, his fingers moving in and out of Astarion with care. He could feel the vampire's body opening for him, the cool flesh warming slightly with each touch.

Astarion's hands reached back, grasping at Gale's hips, his thighs, any part of him he could reach. His moans were desperate, his body writhing with need. Gale could feel his own arousal growing, his cock throbbing with every sound, every touch. But he held back, focusing on Astarion, on preparing him thoroughly.

He added a fourth finger, feeling Astarion's body stretch taut around him. The vampire gasped, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the sensation. Gale moved his fingers slowly, feeling Astarion's body adjust to the intrusion.

Gale leaned in, his lips brushing against Astarion's ear. "Are you ready?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble.

Astarion's response was immediate and eager. "If you don't get your cock in me right now, I swear to the gods, Gale, I will bite you."

Gale chuckled, a sound of pure male satisfaction. He shifted them again, rolling Astarion onto his back and positioning himself between the vampire's legs. He grabbed a pillow, tucking it under Astarion's hips to get the angle just right. Throughout, Astarion kept up a steady stream of dirty talk, his voice a sultry purr.

"Come on, Gale," he teased. "I know you want to fuck me. I can feel how hard you are. Don't make me wait any longer."

Gale smiled, his eyes meeting Astarion's. He could see the passion in the vampire's gaze, the raw need that matched his own. He leaned down, capturing Astarion's lips in a tender kiss, even as Astarion's words grew filthier. He could feel Astarion's body trembling beneath him, the cool skin warming against Gale's own.

He reached down, guiding the head of his cock to Astarion's entrance. Despite the careful stretching, he knew this would be a tight fit. He pushed in slowly, feeling Astarion's body stretch to accommodate him. Astarion gasped, his eyes fluttering closed, a string of Elvish words tumbling from his lips. Gale couldn't understand them, but the sound was music to his ears, a symphony of need and desire.

He sank in deeper, inch by inch, feeling Astarion's body yield to him. The vampire's gasps turned to moans, his hands clutching at Gale's shoulders, his nails digging into the skin. Gale could feel the pleasure building already, the tight grasp of Astarion's body threatening to undo him. But he held back, determined to make this good for Astarion, to show him exactly what he could do.

Astarion's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto Gale's. His lips were parted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Gale," he moaned, his voice a plea. "Please... more."

Gale smiled, a slow, smug smile. Yes, he could be shy and old-fashioned, but when it came down to it, he knew how to fuck. And he was going to show Astarion exactly how well.

Gale sensed Astarion was ready and pushed the last couple of inches in firmly, making Astarion arch halfway off the bed. The vampire's cock jumped between them. Gale ruthlessly claimed Astarion's mouth, swallowing the vampire's moans as he began to fuck into him slow and hard. He caressed Astarion's body gently, his touch a stark contrast to the powerful thrusts of his hips.

Astarion responded exactly as Gale had hoped—with complete abandon. The vampire's body writhed beneath him. Astarion's moans were unrestrained, each one sending a shiver down Gale's spine. He couldn't believe they were here, doing this. All that time as "just" friends, but Gale realized the lie of it all. They were perfect together like this. They were made to make love to each other.

He had wasted so much time ignoring his feelings, and he had a lot to make up for. Each thrust was a promise, each kiss a vow. He would show Astarion exactly how much he meant to him, how deeply he cared. Astarion's body responded beautifully, his hips meeting Gale's thrusts with eager desperation.

Gale broke the kiss, trailing his lips down Astarion's jaw, his neck, his collarbone. Astarion's hands were everywhere—in his hair, on his back, clutching at his shoulders. The vampire's touch was cool, but it ignited a fire within Gale, a burning need to claim, to possess, to please.

He shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. Astarion gasped, his eyes flying open, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Gale smiled, a slow, satisfied smile. Yes, he knew exactly what he was doing. He reached between them, wrapping his hand around Astarion's cock. The vampire bucked into his touch, a desperate moan escaping his lips.

"Gale," Astarion gasped, his voice a plea. "Please... don't stop."

Gale had no intention of stopping. He was lost in the sensation, in the feel of Astarion's body around him, in the sound of his moans, in the taste of his skin. He was making up for lost time, for every moment he had denied himself this pleasure, this connection. He would make it a night to remember.

Astarion's body tensed beneath him, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Gale could feel the vampire's orgasm building, could see it in the flush of his skin, the desperation in his eyes. He leaned down, capturing Astarion's lips in a fierce kiss, swallowing his moans as he drove into him with renewed vigor.

Astarion's body tensed, his back arching off the bed as he came with a shout. Gale felt the vampire's release, hot and slick between them, as Astarion's body clenched tightly around him. He rode out the waves of Astarion's orgasm, his own pleasure mounting with each desperate gasp and sigh from Astarion's lips.

"Gale..." Astarion moaned, his voice a breathy whisper. "Gale, please..."

Gale leaned down, capturing Astarion's lips in a fierce kiss. He could taste the vampire's pleasure, could feel it in the way Astarion's body trembled beneath him. He let himself go, his own release rushing easily to the surface, drawn out by the tight, rhythmic clenching of Astarion's body around him.

He came with a groan, his body shuddering as he spilled into Astarion. The vampire gasped, his eyes fluttering closed, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Gale could feel Astarion's body milking him, drawing out his release, prolonging the intense pleasure. He broke the kiss, burying his face in Astarion's neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Astarion's arms wrapped around him, holding him close. "Gale," he whispered, his voice dreamy. "I can feel you... filling me up."

Gale shuddered, a soft sob escaping his lips as his body continued to pulse, his release seeming to go on forever. Astarion's words sent a shiver down his spine, the image they conjured pushing him even higher. He could feel Astarion's body relaxing beneath him, the vampire's breath evening out, a soft, satisfied sigh escaping his lips.

"You feel so good," Astarion murmured, his hands gently stroking Gale's back. "I love the feel of you inside me."

Gale lifted his head, looking down into Astarion's eyes. The vampire's gaze was soft, his lips curved in a satisfied smile. Gale leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Astarion's lips. He could feel his body finally starting to come down, his release slowing to a gentle pulse.

Astarion's arms tightened around him, holding him close. "Stay," he whispered. "Stay inside me, just for a moment longer."

Gale nodded, his forehead resting against Astarion's. He could feel the vampire's body, cool and smooth beneath him, could feel the slick mess between them. As his body finally came to rest, he marveled at the intimacy of the moment.

"You're shaking," Astarion murmured, his hands still gently stroking Gale's back.

Gale laughed softly, his breath hitching slightly. "I think I'm a bit fuck drunk." He knew that he always got a little fuck drunk every time he came, but this time it was even more intense. It was like he was drunk on Astarion. He could feel the intensity of it coursing through his veins, making his body tremble slightly.

Gale pulled back slightly, a soft laugh escaping his lips. He felt light, giddy, his body still tingling with the aftermath of his orgasm. He looked down at Astarion, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"You know," he murmured, his voice slightly slurred. "I always wondered what it would be like. You biting me." He tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. "I don't taste like bile anymore. The orb is gone."

Astarion's eyes flashed with hunger, his pupils dilating slightly. He leaned up, his lips brushing against Gale's neck. Gale shivered, his body already anticipating the sensation. He could feel Astarion's breath, cool against his skin, could feel the gentle scrape of his fangs.

Astarion didn't hesitate. He sank his fangs into Gale's neck, the sharp points piercing his skin with ease. Gale gasped, his eyes fluttering closed. There was pain, a sharp, sudden sting, but it was swiftly overwhelmed by a rush of pleasure. He could feel Astarion drawing from him, could feel the pull of his mouth, the cool press of his lips against his skin.

His cock, still buried deep inside Astarion, pulsed in response. He swore he could feel more of his release being drawn out, his body responding to the intimate sensation of Astarion feeding from him. He let out a soft laugh, the sound slightly delirious.

"That's... that's something," he murmured, his voice barely coherent. "Filling you from both ends..." He trailed off, his body shaking with laughter. He really was fuck drunk, his body overwhelmed with sensation, his mind hazy with pleasure.

Astarion pulled back slightly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He licked the wound, sealing it with his saliva. Gale shivered, the sensation sending another wave of pleasure through his body. Astarion looked up at him, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You're adorable when you're like this," he murmured, his thumb pressing gently against the puncture marks, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. "All giggles and mumbles."

Gale laughed softly, his body still shaking with the aftermath of his orgasm. "I think I'm a bit loopy," he admitted, his voice slightly slurred. He looked down at Astarion, his eyes soft, his smile warm. "That was... incredible."

Astarion smiled back at him, his eyes filled with affection. "Yes," he agreed. "It really was." He leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to Gale's lips. Gale sighed into the kiss, his body finally starting to relax, the hazy, fuck-drunk sensation slowly fading.

Gale looked down at Astarion, his eyes soft, his smile warm. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Astarion's forehead. The vampire sighed, his eyes fluttering closed, a soft smile playing on his lips. Gale could feel the cool press of Astarion's body against his, could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Gale finally pulled out, a shiver running through him as he felt the cool air against his sensitive skin. He murmured the words to a quick prestidigitation spell, cleaning the mess between them. As he moved to clean Astarion, he found himself momentarily mesmerized. Astarion's body was a sight to behold, the vampire's hole gaping slightly, a trickle of cum slipping out. It was unfair, really, how even this part of Astarion was beautiful. But Gale wasn't complaining; it was very much to his benefit.

Astarion caught him staring and raised an eyebrow. "Gale, are you composing poetry down there, or are you planning to stare all night?"

Gale laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "Just admiring the view," he teased, before quickly casting the spell to clean Astarion. Once done, he settled back onto the bed, pulling Astarion into his arms. The vampire came willingly, nestling against Gale's chest with a contented sigh.

As the tower adjusted to their needs, dimming the lights and warming the room, Gale marveled at the sense of peace that washed over him. He was at war with his goddess, likely her followers too, and yet none of it seemed to touch the happiness that filled his heart. He pressed a soft kiss to Astarion's forehead, feeling the vampire's cool skin against his lips.

Astarion looked up at him, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Hm?" he murmured.

Gale chuckled, his arms tightening around Astarion. "Just thinking about how happy I am," he admitted. "About how right this feels."

Astarion's smile widened, his eyes shining with affection. "Yes," he agreed. "It really does."

They shared a few more lazy kisses, the taste of each other lingering on their lips. As they drifted off to sleep, Gale held Astarion close. The world outside might be chaotic, but in this moment, in this room, there was only peace and warmth and trust.

#bg3 #astarion #bg3 fanart #bg3 fanfic #gale of waterdeep #bloodweave #myfic

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coredrill · 11 months ago

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i am Very behind on my gainax knowledge why is it a good thing it’s going bankrupt. i’m curious what’s goin on with the studio

oh god, there is so much lmao. ironically not much has gone on anime-wise since 2010 (nothing of note has been produced there since panty and stocking with garterbelt), but they sure have been VERY busy doing some legally/ethically/financially-dubious business since then (and since their inception fbdnfnjdjs)

tbh the best summary that exists of all of gainax’s shitty ways is actually a post that hideaki anno made a few years back. the context for this post is that the then-president of gainax was arrested in late 2019 for assault (content warning if you decide to look into that further, it’s gross) and a bunch of the outlets that reported on it said something to the effect of “president of the evangelion studio arrested!” which of course made people think it was ANNO who got arrested, and he felt like he needed to clear his own name/studio khara’s name. honestly reading through everything he says is so damning and he put up with so much shit that i’m surprised he held it in as long as he did, fjfjjdjdn.

khara has also made another post about it, i haven’t had the chance to read through it myself yet but it seems like they will be redistributing the rights to all of gainax’s properties that haven’t yet escaped the studio’s clutches to their creators. so it’s a win in the sense that this terribly-run, money-hungry studio has finally got its comeuppance and hopefully the people who made great anime there get to finally own their own work!!!! also this happened so close to shinji’s birthday (6/6) that i am choosing to believe the universe cosmically aligned for the little dude for once in his life. happy birthday shinji :]

#neon genesis evangelion #studio gainax #gainax #studio khara #studio trigger #asks #anon #tagging just in case anyone else is curious!

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suenitos · 1 year ago

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A point for point summary of dream's drituation talk from 11/10/2023 stream under the cut

(disclaimer: this is not a transcript. a lot of this is taken from his words, but with some clarifying wording from me and some shifting i did of certain points he made to create a more structured and detailed summary. i recommend watching the vod to hear it from his voice and his wording because there are some details i left out, but this is basically what he said if you dont feel comfortable approaching the topic through audio.)

1. he didnt groom her. there's lots of complications in talking about it because its a very intense/serious thing to accuse someone of.

2. it's very scary to talk about for him because its such a real issue and anything you say in defense can devalue other victims from having their voices heard. but, she is a liar, and manipulated the situation. its scary for him to say that because it can devalue victims and come across as accusatory

3. because people made accusations of this sort to other people close to him (sapnap, bad) he was the first person to jump to their defense so he had to handle this very differently as the one in the hot seat. he told people not to publicly jump to his defense.

4. because she did not end up going to the police/legal route, suing her to prove he didnt send her any messages on snap or IG at all would be very difficult. defamation is insanely hard to prove because it involves having to prove the person you're suing is lying, lying on purpose, and with malicious intent.

5. for first few months, lawyers told him to wait and just countersue if she did go through suing, and sit tight. nothing moved at all from her side, so nothing ended up happening. he feels more comfortable to talk about it because enough time has passed and she has done nothing to go forward with her accusations. on her end, she only proved he messaged her privately but did not provide strong evidence of grooming. deleted messages of her own, apparently had a bf and fake accounts he doesnt really know exactly what happened

6. timing thing- he has to think of public opinion and his reputation because unfortunately a lot of this hinges on his reputation as dream. him and his lawyers had to think about the "strategy" of talking about it with timing, and he was busy with other stuff, and now that he's becoming more active again content wise he feels it's appropriate to address it.

7. plans to make a video on dreamxd in the future to talk about it

more details:

-he downloaded snapchat data to reveal that she doctored stuff, he questions her choice to not do that in order to prove her accusations

-didnt know she was a stan (which he admits sounds ridiculous), deleted the whole chat from instagram multiple times (swiped out of inbox, but until you block someone on instagram the messages stay forever). chatted about music and only had friendly messages becuase he thought she wasnt as big a fan/wanting to get into streaming because she asked him about that

-he has 3 snaps: priv priv snapchat (close friends family), private public snapchat (mod team, editors, old irls, csgo lobbies etc) <- the one she was on, the Public snapchat (that everyone can add him on, dreampublic)

questions from chat:

-why did you add her on snapchat? talking about music, wanted opinions outside of friends, and wanted to share on snap (deletes messages after 24 hours because she could leak it from ig and he didn't trust her)

-but she was a fan? didnt think she was that big a fan, also he tried to get her out of the inbox many times. assumed she was a small cc or a fan but not a stan

-why on personal snap? WASNT personal snap, it was front facing but it wasnt his public public one

-sexting: he thought she was 18 which doesnt really matter BECAUSE nothing he "wanted" from her was sexual. he never sexted her, her story takes place during the faceless era and that he added her on snap and then a week and a half of "talking" sent her a dick pic

-what proof does he have to show dishonesty: timeframes, intentions, snap data, transcripts of IG dms, she deleted a lot of messages that made her look weird that were showed in her video

-gift cards: grooming often involves gift giving and this is something people weaponized against him because he gave her a gift card as she said it was her birthday. she had said it was her birthday and he gave her one (he gave a gift cards to his mods etc for christmas and had a lot left over), not grooming just him being nice

-the meetup: the only person he met up with while faceless was sapnap, he didnt meet up with anyone during that era

-bikini comment: (apparently) he said she was gorgeous after she sent him a picture of her in a bikini when she was 18. he said saying that compliment probably wasnt far fetched from him but that message wasnt there on snap data, proving he didnt say it. he also thinks given the fact he is a massive figure who was faceless this entire time that it makes no sense for him to be so careless about who he's meeting up with or messaging and he always has to be careful about how he approaches messaging people who are under 18 or who he doesnt know. considering he had never even showed one of his best friends his face before meeting up with him, it makes no sense that he would be so risky about being "intimate" with someone he isn't that close with.

final comments:

-it affected him more than anyone knows. he was a victim in a situation but he doesnt want to victimize himself. he cares more about actual survivors and he wants to be respectful of that and be careful of what he says because it could come across as harmful or triggering to survivors

-there are factors of this situation that are out of his control like her (she can just say "believe victims" and people will be quicker to jump to her defense due to her positionality), and he wants this to die off as much as possible. he's talking about this against the advice of his management but as dream it's never going to die down so might as well talk about it.

-he understands as a controversial and flawed figure, the only way to convince people and get through to people is through compassion when people are spreading misinformation or malicious information against dream -> then he moved on to a conversation about general misinformation and how he thinks we as an audience can help mitigate toxicity and increase compassion and kindness from the community

reiterating this again: this is not the only time he's talking about this. he plans to make a video on dreamxd providing more concrete proof and actually going into depth more than this stream.

#tw grooming #drituation #also “her” being amanda to make it clear #take care of yourselves please i know its a touchy topic for a lot of people 🫂

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