#i feel like im nearing my lowest

[alixlives]

i am just like

not ok

[todayisafridaynight]

yagami should get his back snapped in half like a toothpick if he wanna fuckin sleep on couches exclusively might as well be doin the same amount of damage

[gopissbepis]

oh my heads gone bad again

[oars]

just came back ffrom the laundromat after misjudging how many underwear i had left and walked there and back in the hot humid summer night air commando thighs rubbing feeling like my shit was marinating like a steak. god awful

[kiisuuumii]

im not usually the type to bag on myself for sleeping through a good chunk of the day when my body needs it but man :/

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 23

Dick Grayson + prostate massage/torture

On the shorter side, since I got another assignment to write. Thankfully ill be done with this class after Christmas, which hopefully means less stress.

On another note, the spiderman 2 game arrived in the mail and now im waiting excitedly for my schedule to clear up enough that I can play it :)

Reader isn’t actually present, but is mentioned.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

Dick huffed softly where he sat, his hips rocking slowly back and forth unconsciously, like he had no control of the action. His fingers dug into the wood of the kitchen table he had sat himself in when the buzzing of the toy you’d left in him got too strong.

He shivered as the speed of the toy suddenly slowed, meaning you must have turned it down on whatever app you used to control it from your phone. Dick exhaled roughly as he almost slumped against the table, his muscles twitching as he ground his teeth, clenching his eyes shut as he felt sweat running down his face and torso.

The toy was pushed perfectly against his prostate, leaving his knees buckling and legs shaking whenever you flicked it on. Normally Dick would have allowed himself to moan and cry as much as he wanted, but it was the middle of the day, and even if he was inside your guy’s apartment, he still felt a little too proud to become the mess he knew he could be when you weren’t even there.

The only way you were involved was controlling the dial of the toy inside him. Dick couldn’t help but squeeze around his, giving a gruff moan at the unyielding hardness of a toy inside him, feeling so different from your cock when he would ride you.

This had all been his idea in the first place, he had even bought the toy himself and downloaded the app onto your phone, but as he felt the buzzing suddenly shoot up to one of the higher settings he almost regretted it. He knew he could easily take it out, but there was also something so delicious about the way he felt owned by you in some way. Like you were in full control of him and his pleasure, a choked keen leaving his mouth as the toy buzzed cruelly against his sensitive prostate.

Dick ended up folding his arms on the table and burying his face in them, the rocking of his hips growing more bold as his teeth dug into his spit slick lip. He released the grip on his lip as suddenly the toy kicked into the highest setting, digging into his prostate in a way that had his entire body seizing up, his legs kicking and his arms tensing.

His cock was drooling, soaking up the inside of his boxers as he gasped and panted, his insides squeezing and releasing around the toys relentless buzzing, the need to cum only rising in his veins as his breathing grew quicker and shorter. He was so close, almost there- when suddenly the toy turned down to one of the lowest settings again.

The sudden change in the toy had Dick slumping against the table, his body aching from his hard he had been clenching his muscles and suddenly released them. The process repeated again and again, the toy kicking up and almost torturing that spot inside him, leaving him keening and gasping, almost clawing at the table as his legs twitched and kicked. But then suddenly it would return to that low setting he could barely feel following the brutal pace the toy had been in just before.

Dick wasn’t even sure how long the process repeated, only that his head was growing stuffy and he was sure that was a pool of drool on the table, as he couldn’t seem to find it in himself to close his mouth as he kept huffing and moaning.

His eyes fluttered and every single muscle in his body burned at how hard he clenched them all, as once more the rapid pace of the toy brought him closer to orgasm, wheezed keens and stuttery moans forcing their way out of his throat as he grew close once more.

Part of him was sure you were gonna turn it off right as he neared the end, but you didn’t, and finally he felt the sweet feeling of release. Dick was quick to clamp a hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t have howled at how it felt, the orgasm running through his veins like thick syrup and leaving his head spinning, his hips jumping and thighs twitching as he spilled inside his boxers, further soaking the already precum covered fabric.

Through all of it, the toy still buzzed on, though it did slow down after a while as you must have assumed he had cum, especially after all that. Dick needed a while to come back to earth, the acrobat vigilante shakily getting to his feet and moving into the bathroom on easy feet.

There was no way he would have stood in the shower, so he ended up filling the bathtub, kicking off his soppy boxers with a wet plap as they landed on the floor, and just sliding into the tub, not caring about anything one would normally do before getting into a bathtub like that.

Dick had almost fully relaxed once more, his head laying on the edge of the tub when the toy started buzzing again, a soft moan leaving him as his prostate still felt raw from his former orgasm, but he couldn’t keep his cock from giving a twitch, his eyes falling shut as he settled into the water, ready to go again.

[billsbabydoll]

“𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒶𝓁ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎.”

contains:ANGST+FLUFF<\3

summary:tom has been on tour and working constantly to promote the bands new album “scream”, though im proud and happy about the band’s triumph and amazing success i can’t help but feel neglected and alone.coming home to find me at my lowest tom reminds me, im not alone.

WARNINGS:struggles with mental health, depression, crying, kinda cringe fluff.

notes:i enjoyed writing this a lot hopefully if any of you who are currently struggling with your own mental health issues, that this story helps put a smile across your face. :)))

it’s been almost 4 months since toms been on tour, god knows where across the country he could be i miss him so much, when we do talk on the phone it’s not even a minute before he has to go or he has to call me back later.

ive been trapped in our apartment just rotting away in bed, hardly even getting up to eat or even get a glass of water.i cry myself to sleep every night, hoping to just feel his arms around me once again soothing and kissing me to sleep.

call me sensitive and dramatic all you want but truly how was i supposed to feel about going from almost spending every single second of the day with somebody for the last year to now not even having a 5 minute conversation.

im lucky if i even get a 10 sentence conversation or even an “i love you.” out of him recently, i know he’s just doing his job and that i should be happy for him that’s he’s out doing what he’s been dreaming of but I can’t help but feel so forgotten.

today was finally the day he was coming back home from his 5 month long tour, im so distorted and consumed in my pain to even remember that he was getting home any second now.

*TOMS POV*

finally home how i missed my schatzi i barely made it 5 months without feeling her near and her skin against mine, i was itching to get home just to take in her warmth and feel her delicate kisses.

i make my way inside our shared apartment, setting my luggage down before shutting the door quietly behind me.i look up confusedly taking in the sight of the home, it was dark completely empty like no one even lived here.

i slowly walk around the place seeing the spoiled food in the fridge, the stack of unopened mail on the counter, and dirty clothes scattered on the ground.“what happened?”i thought to myself, i couldn’t even imagine the state she would be in when i find her.

*BACK TO YOUR POV*

i wake up to the feeling of someone tapping my shoulder, i slowly open my drowsy eyes meeting his severely worried ones.“am i dreaming, is this real, am i hallucinating again?” all these questions filled my mind but were quickly washed away when he began to speak.

“babyy oh my god..”he gasped taking in my terrible state.

i immediately began to cry, embarrassed that he has to come home and find me like this.my hair dry and brittle, my eye’s bloodshot red, my body severely underweight.

he quickly sat me up pulling me into a comforting embrace, squeezing me tightly in the arms i so desperately missed.i breathed in the warmth of his cologne, as my tears created a wet stop on the shoulder of his hoodie.

“i-im sorry tom.” i mumbled in between my cries.

“you don’t have to apologize my love, what happened?”he whispered as he swayed and rocked me slowly in arms, petting my hair gently.

“i..i don’t even know ive just been f-feeling so alone a-and abandoned i feel like i can’t even breathe without you.. here.”i explained my tears still falling down like a waterfall down my cheeks.

he hummed as he pulled away from the hug, meeting my eyes again truly saddened as he listened attentively to me continuing to explain what ive been experiencing.

“meine liebe..”he said in a soft tone a smile beginning to emerge from his lips.

“you know im always gonna be here no matter what, always remember that no matter where am im always gonna love and care for you, i love you too damn much to forget about you.”

“your not alone baby.”he explained in the most reassuring and genuine manner, meaning every single word he uttered in that sentence,his fingers softly caressing the skin on my thighs.

“you mean it?”i answered a gentle chuckle leaving my hoarse voice, the sadness beginning to lift away from me.

“of course i meant it schatzi, i love you.”

“i love you too.”

he grins widely as he hears those words leave my lips, pulling me in again into a loving hug kissing the top of my head and forehead.

“let’s get you cleaned up okay?”he said gently.

he picked me up bridal style from the bed carrying me in the bathroom, beginning to prepare me a bath.helping me get undressed, helping me also shampoo and condition my hair, wash my body, then lastly helping me get dressed again.

he assisted me brushing my hair, brushing my teeth, and washing my face, he was truly an angel the whole time.giving me sweet kisses and compliments during this, reminding how gorgeous and perfect i was to him.

enough though i didn’t particularly feel gorgeous and perfect, it felt good to know i wasn’t alone.

THE END

[chipchopclipclop]

i have finished death mark 2...... thoughts.....

general thoughts is the overall story was.... BAD. LOL.

I'll start with the good. The interactions between Yashiki and alot of the returning cast i really liked, the writing especially in the first few chapters. An example being alot of Yashiki and Daimon's chatter, especially the whole weight of saving lives things that comes back at the end, alot of it was quite sweet and heartwarming similarly between him and other mark bearer characters.

^^^ BEST CG EVARRRRR....

I liked the choice of Hiroo and Mashita being the two that come in when he's at his lowest, their curtness and refusal to take his attitude was really refreshing, felt really like what he needed at the time lol. In that same vein i enjoyed his characterization alot in the early-mid game, and how it develops. He's such a sensitive guy lollll and it comes through well with how much he cares but near the latter chapters it kind of.... sours.

Though there were a few new characters i liked his interactions with, Abe and Maruhashi specifically i found endearing of the new cast, Alot of them just Die. Or theyre Hime and Michiho AKA the bane of my fucking existence with this game.

They are the two pushed front and center and it is truly its worst aspect, as characters they're shallow personality wise and though you could say that about others in the cast, them being in love with Yashiki on top of it makes it so much worse.

They barely have any scenes where they actually properly interact and feel like they bond at all but for some reason im expected to believe they're suddenly in love with him?? -and in the end they were also dead the whole time, and not even themselves. So it wasn't even real, and somehow any of this is meant to hold any weight to the audience...?? explaining it as the ghosts being desperate for him instead doesnt really make it.. any more compelling (lol the scene at the end where hes like maybe they just wanted those beautiful normal school days they spent by me.... when did that happen yashiki)

I understand Yashiki is probably saddened by the deaths of two young girls but they're treated with so much more weight and gravitas than anyone else in the cast and its so unearned, especially when alot of the other ghosts are somehow way more compelling in that aspect.

He also becomes borderline ooc around them like in what world am i expected to believe he emotionally dumps his burdens on the two highschool girls he barely knows because of how sad he is when hes got like how many other people he knows FROM THE OTHER GAMES he could do that with...????? (AND BASICALLY DOES... ALREADY...?) and it lifts his heart like truly wtf was i reading. HE WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT.JPG

Chapter six is really where it falls off the cliff with this, after hanging out with Hiroo, Mashita and Yasuoka and solving that case they just dissapear from the narrative for a day so he can......... hang out with michiho...?? i couldn't even enjoy murder yashiki in this game because of how ludicrous it felt that the rest of yashiki's companions just dissapeared to make it happen, and no one calls or anything lmfao. I cant imagine how much more compelled i would have felt if he was dealing with that situation with any of the other three around instead of HIME. LIKE I AM ACTUALLY SO INCENSED ABOUT THIS SCENARIO BEING RUINED SO HARD WHEN IT COULD BE SO GOOD BUT I DIGRESS (RIPPING MY HAIR OUT) (CRYING BC I LOVE BLOOD AND HORROR)

Even the first two games weren't as bad as writing women as this!? EVEN IF I HAD TO SEE MASSIVE TITS ON SCREEN THEY WEREN'T TRYING TO JUMP ON YASHIKI AS WELL AS A CENTRAL PLOT POINT (lol kakuya) congrats exp you have outdone yourself with the misogyny.

To continue on the topic of new characters, it feels like so many of them were given so little screen time to make you actually care about them. For how prominent Abe is he barely actually does anything, and Maruhashi instantly dissapears when shes no longer a red herring. On top of this game basically killing off any other character that appears, its hard to get invested in them as characters at all.

You have no opportunities to actually effect their fate as you do in the other two games, so there's even less attempt to immerse you there. Horikoshi comes the closest behind the other two but its because her case with Hanako was easily the strongest and most resonant of the game (lgbt win). Its not even like this is the first time Yashiki saves the lives of kids and bonds with them after, especially with the caveat of being a teacher, like how did you fuck this premise up so bad.

They either needed to commit to more scenes and writing in general to attach you to the new characters or just not have any returning ones show up so prominently if they're not also going to further interact with them.

The overall mystery suffers for it, and while i like the twist of the doll being helpful in this game actually, it is so easy to guess michiho and hime are the departed, and i already didn't even like them so it doesn't hit at all emotionally. Like, i was not feeling very betrayed or anything lol.

Further critiques -> though running around is very fun, the horror in this game really didn't at all compare to the others with the loss of that first person perspective for alot of the exploration, sad.

I also feel like we got more horny shit than we did in NG which is also like lol one step forwards two steps back. Even the gore wasn't as good............... kind of mid in every regard there. I did like the mushroom and scissor stuff, but the bugs and mold ended up just kind of ..... eh...

Mary continues to be the best antag in these games, she slayed and she continues to keep slaying. The sisters were really kind of a letdown in the end, especially since i think i could have enjoyed it if they pulled them off better.

As for my yaoi cocaine score though thats a 10/10 they made yashiki and mashita meow and hiss like cats in this game for some reason, i genuinely think that shattered my mind a little.

I also can't believe they gave us these two panting in unison asmr as well so you could make your own [REDACTED] if you wanted. The departed getting jealous mashita was standing next to him in that one confrontation too like she's calling him a homewrecker..... lol...... also the part where mashita jokes abt him keeping the gun and if you make yashiki go 'then i will 😇' and him immediately backpedaling like okay i was kidding. give it back. very moe very powerful.

I feel like the entire time mashita was on screen he was basically acting as yashiki's brain to keep him from getting too lost in his emotional attachments, truly everyone needs a bitch wife to keep them sane.

TL:DR this game could be so good (average) if it wasn't so fucking badDDDDDDDDDDDD easily the worst entry in this series...... dont buy it unless its on sale for 4 bucks (this applies to every game) or just watch in on youtube lol.

anyway. beautiful yashiki collection. I CANT BELIEVE MASHITA DIDNT GET A BAD END CG ACTUALLY < / 3 BUT YASHIKI'S IS REALLY GOOD < / 3 SMALL WINS < / 3

[starb3rrys]

hiiiii! Could I request, how would tecchou react when his s/o tells him “I might not be strong, but I would fight for you”

STOP- WHY DO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH?! Awww, I can just imagine him feeling so touched and happy (＃＞＜). I changed the words around a little bit but it has the same meaning, sorry!! Anyways, thank you so much for the request my love, this one’s for you Anon!!~

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“Although I may not be strong…I will fight for you, that is a promise.”

Tecchou x GN! Reader

Light Angst/Fluff

Scenario: Tecchou has been feeling overworked and stressed out recently due to all of his missions, it may be time to comfort him and let him know you're on his side...

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The sound of the front door unlocking then opening filled the quiet apartment. Familiar footsteps approached the bedroom, alerting your sleepy state that finally, after such a long day, your boyfriend was home. Tecchou walked inside the room, “I'm home”, at the sound of your boyfriend's words, you quickly sat up and walked over to him. “How are you Tecchou? How did your mission go?”, you asked curiously as your hands helped him remove his cape and hat. “It went well…I suppose”, you could hear the drowsiness in his tone as he pinched the bridge of his nose. A small frown appeared on your face, you hated seeing Tecchou so overworked. Considering that he had recently been drafted for more than 5 missions across Japan to help those in need, it was clear that all of those missions were taking a toll on his mental and physical health. "How are you feeling?", you asked worriedly. "Im am feeling just fine.", Tecchou spoke in a low tone, he was clearly lying. A soft sigh slipped through your lips as you looked at him, "We both know you are clearly lying Tecchou, this isn't good nor healthy! You are tired, I can see it and I know damn well you feel it.", your voice was serious. Tecchou groaned, "I can't just take a break! I need to continue training and preparing for my next mission, if not then I won't be strong enough to save the civilians!", irritation filled his tone. “I need to do better, I need to help the innocent! I need t-” “But who will be there when you need help?”, you asked, cutting Tecchou off. Tecchou’s face tensed for a second as he felt your warm hand touch his cheek, your soft worried eyes lingered on his expression. “Tecchou, you are the most valiant man I know; you'd sacrifice anything to help those around you, a pure-hearted man who has won my heart over, a man who continues to protect me and countless others, that is why it pains me to see you this overworked.”, you let out a soft sigh as your sweet words fill Tecchou with a sense of warmth. You continue, “I know that pressure can often make you feel alone, but that is nowhere near the truth–you aren’t alone…you have me.”, your hand caressed his cheek with such delicacy. Your eyes trailed up and met his, looking at him with pure honesty and unshakable determination, “Although I may not be strong…I will fight for you, that is a promise.”, your voice was reassuring yet firm, you meant every word. Your words struck Tecchou like a bullet as light tears filled his eyes. In an instant, he wrapped his arms around you–as if fearing that if he were to let go; his love, his treasure, his supporter, and angel…would disappear forever. “Thank you…for always being by my side, both in my best and lowest moments.”, Tecchou spoke quietly into your shoulder, with a quiet sniffle. Your arms swiftly returned Tecchous's embrace as a soft smile grew on your lips. "I will try and request a break, I also think I need it after all those missions.", Tecchou finally agreed. You let out a relieved sigh, "Thank you, Tecchou". Tecchou grinned and wiped his tears away, “And just so you know, you are very strong…in your own way.”, Tecchou stated. Your eyes widened as you pulled away, holding his shoulders, “What is that supposed to mean?”, you asked with a raised eyebrow and an offended tone (Jokingly btw). Tecchou chuckled lightly and pressed a small kiss onto your lips, “Nothing…nothing at all, my angel”.

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This was super cute, I loved making you two argue a bit, hehe-

Im planning on making a full on ANGST story with NO HAPPY ENDING, just because I can.

Ive been working extra hard these past few days to at least post twice a week so I can clean out my inbox (〜￣▽￣)〜

Anyways, I hope you all liked the story! Love ya!<3

[wonxlvr]

Sick.|| p.sh

— Summary: You and Sunghoon had planned on going on a date outdoors. And even with the freezing temperatures, you chose to wear a short skirt and no jacket even after Sunghoon had warned you. Safe to say you had learned your lesson.

— Genre: fluff, drabble,

— Pairing: Non-idol!Sunghoon x g/n reader

— Warning: Reader is stubborn, sneezing, coughing, yk things you do then your sick, mention of blades (on skates), kisses, lmk if I missed anything

— Note: Reader is gender neutral but is wearing a skirt! Please keep that in mind

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You and Sunghoon were supposed to go to the ice skating rink for your date. The cold winter air would essentially make the rink freezing.

And even after all of Sunghoon’s warnings and pleading, you wore white leggings, white long-sleeve top, thin sweater, and a short white skirt.

“baby, please go change. At least wear a jacket! Your gonna get sick,” he pleaded.

“But I really like this outfit! I swear I wont get sick, please?” You pouted.

Sunghoon sighed and looked at you from head to toe, once again.

“Fine, hurry up,” he huffed grabbing the keys before heading to the car.

You squealed and quietly thanked him.

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Once you guys had arrived, your eyes scanned the area. Yep, definitely a skating rink.

Sunghoon sat down to put on his skates so you followed him like a shadow. Your skates were white, which contrasted from Sunghoon’s black ones. The blade of the skates shone brightly under the light, making it appear sharper than how it was.

He huffed again seeing your outfit.

“Are you sure you’re not cold? I can just give you my jacket—“, “No! Its alright, I’m fine. Really! And no offense, but that jacket doesn’t really go well with the theme Im going for..” You said, pointing at his green plaided jacket.

“Alright fine, I’ll stop asking. But you better not start whining,” he threatened.

You nodded with a smile plastered on your face, eyes gleaming with excitement.

After a while since you guys had arrived, you both have already started skating. You didn’t want to admit it, but it really was starting to get cold.

“Hurry up, your not usually this slow,” Sunghoon said, a bit harsher than he intended.

“Okay wait, in a minute,” you said trying to hold back from clattering your teeth. You held on the side railings, hoping it would support you up if you fell.

Even with your efforts, it was obvious you were freezing.

Sunghoon noticed this, “are you cold?” He asked.

“W-what? no,” you said stuttering from the chill of the air.

Sunghoon quirked an eyebrow, “stop lying, your nose and ears are so red, plus your shivering,” he pointed out.

“No! I’m not, really!” And as if on cue, you sneezed three times in a row.

Sunghoon sighed, but he knew it was coming, at one point or another.

“Do you wanna go home? I could make a warm drink or soup?” Sunghoon said tilting his head to the side.

“Sure..” you muttered.

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You laid in bed to frozen to move a muscle, when Sunghoon came in with a bowl of hot soup.

You thought he would’ve lectured you or said “I told you so”, but he didn’t.

Here he was, taking care of your stubborn self, taking care of your health, risking his own just by being near you.

He laid in bed with you, soothed you to sleep, warmed your cold body, and took care of you at your lowest.

Your so called sickness didn’t stop him from giving you ginger kisses on you bridge, nose, or lips.

And although you liked Sunghoon pampering and taking care of you, those stomach aches and headaches were not worth the trouble.

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DO NOT PLAGERIZE, COPY, OR STEAL MY WORK.

author's note !

This is my first time writing and actually PUBLISHING it so it might not be as good.. I had this idea for a while and since Sunghoon won the poll for the last post, I decided it would be fitting for him to have this plot. Who should I write for next? Feel free to request or asked to be added in the taglist !!

[sensivs]

( ( doin’ smth a little special cs its New Year’s Eve!! (and totally not bc I was tagged in a mutual appreciation post by my pookie. .) ty all for such an amazing year, i truly cannot thank you all enough for being here for me, I heavily appreciate all 1,100+ followers of mine and I love you all sm ) ) ((also if u r my moot and I didn’t add u pls forgive me, I barely interact w my moots cs they r such good writers n’ they give me such anxiety 😭😭))

@gettonight — ☆ u may not remember when we first met but I certainly do, it was in early august and I was scrolling thru the jjkxmalereader blog, that’s when I found a satosugu fic where both satoru and suguru were taking care of a kid the reader had found while on a mission. it motivated me so much to actually get into jjk and im so glad I did, im pretty sure I left a comment under the post and ever since that day I truly couldn’t get u out of my head, also I do remember the first day we match pfps, I was so nervous to ask you I actually needed motivation from one of my other moots T3T, but im so glad we did end up matching! ! you’ve gave me such a fulfilling year I truly cannot thank you enough mav, you truly are a blessing for me n’ im so glad to have you in my life. also omg helios was such a fun inside joke between the two of us, I’ll gladly give all the details to anyone who wants them ^^. also UGH I love when I receive compliments from you, they always make me feel special and leave me kicking my feet and giggling. much love bae, mwah mwah 🫶🏽🫶🏽

@atlas-king1 — ☆ oh my goodness gracious atlas, you truly r a saint sent from heaven, u r such a kind soul I really can’t thank you enough for being there while I was at my lowest. I owe you my everything for js being by my side, ilysm atlas 🫶🏽🫶🏽

@dabisbratz — ☆ sonny, oh my goodness, I was so nervous when you first started following me I actually almost threw up 😭😭, ur writing is TO DIE FOR!! also ur theme is absolutely gorgeous, it tastes like strawberry cheesecake ice cream! ! pls keep up the amazing fics!!

@angelsinmystomach — ☆ kokoa. i literally cannot get enough of both ur theme AND ur writing! ! ik we met each other for abt a week (or less) but so far, ur such a nice and sweet person! ! i really hope we get to interact more in the upcoming year ^^

@teyvat-writer — ☆ ok. . ik we haven’t interacted much but from what I’ve gathered already. . ur an absolute AMAZING person! ! ur so fun to talk w! ! we should def talk more in the upcoming year ∩^ω^∩ ! !

GRRRRRRRR I LOVE ALL MY MOOTS SMMMMMMM AAAAAAAAAA IM TRULY GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF YOU! ! ! I WISH TO INTERACT W U ALL MORE IN THE NEAR FUTURE! !

[arsenalgbt]

i’m not sure how you feel about toxic arteta hcs or whatever but…

you know how arteta is doing his little rescue thing with players? taking almost-failed worship kid martin and making him captain? bring in chelsea-rejects jorgi and kai and turning them into integral midfield players? that’s all well and good on the pitch, but off the pitch? what if he revels in the knowledge that he’s taken these players and “resurrected” them? what if he gets off on the fact that he’s taken their tattered careers in his hands and seen them back to near perfection. what if they worship him and devote themselves to him because of that?

and what happens when one of those rescue players (ramsdale) finds themselves being rejected by the one who saved them and try to do anything and give themselves entirely to gain mikel’s favour again?

maybe bot 100% dark arteta but most certainly grey in the power he wields over the players he’s “rescued” because he’s established himself as some powerful and kind figure to them that they should be grateful to. because not everybody would look at them in their lowest moments and try to uplift them, but arteta did so they should thank him for that, right?

anyways that’s enough, no point cluttering your inbox <33

oh I am SOOOOOOOOOOO unqualified for this kinda arteta discourse ngl! nudging @purefractals and @longeyelashedtragedy cuz they deffo will find your toxic!arteta HCs interesting.

I also find this interesting, so allow me to add my minuscule take about his blatant favouritism LMAO. granit is the prime example, but that one is deffo "pure"; his first project. he succeeded. no hate on Eddie but when he kept being a starter without cooking anything???? naur.

the one with Aaron tho fucking chefs kiss anon. I will never forget his motherfucking "perhaps we (Arsenal football club) can be the kinda club that sub gk during a match" bs (not the exact sentence he spouted, but close I think lol). cuz wtf was that bruv. have you done what you cheekily said to the media???????? the answer is no.

listen I might be confusing HCs as in like fics-wise or HCs as in serious real life take lol............................... I have answered another anon before that eventho I ship xhakarteta, I really don't have the drive in me to write more about them. in my writing/shipping brain, they are perfect - I don't want my writing/my take tainting what I think of them ya feel me!

the Aaron situation. im still in denial ngl, but I do see the difference Raya does to the team's performance. kudos to him for staying chill af irl tbf.

sorry to disappoint but plsss both my Tumblr inbox and ao3 inbox are currently depressing right now so send me nude---I mean send me anything!

[jessidogg]

In Our Eyes - A John Dory & Fem. Reader Fanfic -Part One

This story is a request from @sweetgirl15161819 ❤️ SHE ASKED ME ABOUT IT A BAJILLION YEARS AGO AND IM JUST NOW PUBLISHING IT IM SO SORRY!

I rlly hope that the second part will come out WAY sooner.

This is my first time posting a fanfic that includes the reader so it's a bit different than most. Like how this part of the story does not have the reader yet- just an introduction to John Dory. I do want to tell you that I am not having the reader fall for John Dory or anything, I just couldn't do that, IM SORRY but they will be rlly close friends! I really hope you like it! - Jessi ❤️

John Dory bolted up in bed, sweating, gasping for air that seemed to be lacking in his sleep. The dream, which had caused him so much stress, and the images he had seen only a few seconds before through closed eyelids, disappeared suddenly. He couldn't remember why he was so exhausted and scared and-- full of guilt?

He needed to fix up. Now.

He looked around wondering where he was. Within seconds, he remembered.

In the bunker.

With his brothers.

He had to admit that it did feel weird to be sleeping in a place that wasn't on the hard ground outside or on the scratchy couch inside of Rhonda, but hey, he wasn't complaining. He actually got a bed here, and his room was just as crazily decorated as Rhonda was, and it actually felt like home.

When Branch had suggested that they all sleep in the rooms he had designed for each of them specifically when they first entered Pop Village, all of them had been ecstatic, especially Clay.

John Dory smiled as he remembered Clay's excited exclamations: "YOU HAVE A BUNKER?! NO FLIPPIN' WAY! Can I get the bedroom on the lowest level?! Man, this place would be perfect in case of fires and earthquakes in the village!"

Branch had, indeed, given Clay the bedroom on the lowest level, near his. Floyd was given the bedroom right across from John Dory and Bruce, for whenever he came to visit and stay a bit for tours, was given the one closest to the kitchen, just like he had asked.

Just the memories of the "ooh's" and "ahh's" brought more smiles to John Dory's face. He was proud of his baby bro and said so to him that day.

Branch had just shrugged. "It was all I had to do, I guess."

He had walked away toward Floyd and continued talking and laughing like he hadn't said anything important, but John had stayed there, processing what his brother had just admitted.

Branch would have had something way better to do if he hadn't left him. He probably would have a normal pod and happier life, despite how happy Branch seemed to be so far.

If only...

John Dory got out of bed and went down the elevator toward the bathroom. He washed his face and stared at himself.

"You've got this, JD. You can conquer the world. Believe it and do it." He had quoted this to himself every morning for about twenty years, ever since BroZone had started.

He only really half-believed it though.

John Dory wasn't surprised to see Bruce already in the kitchen, as he always was up by 6 in the morning, before the sun was up. Usually, when John slept in, he'd be awakened by the sweet smells that always drifted from this section of the bunker. They had only been living in this bunker for a few months, but they already seemed to be in a comfortable routine.

Bruce was humming happily as he opened the oven door and slid something in there. He jumped when he saw John Dory standing there, at the door.

"Oh! Hello." He eyes his older bro suspiciously. "You usually aren't up for another 5 hours." Suddenly he rushed toward John Dory, hand outstretched to feel his forehead. "ARE YOU SICK?!!?! DON'T WORRY I BROUGHT EXTRA ELDERBERY SYRUP IF YOU-"

"Bruce! Dude, I'm fine!" John Dory backed away from his touch, annoyed.

Bruce stopped and chuckled. "Sorry. Dad instincts."

John Dory sat down at the breakfast nook. "What're you making?"

"Coffee cake with a sour cream glaze."

"Oooo, that sounds delicious!!" John Dory's stomach gave a rumble.

Bruce laughed. "Seems that your stomach agreed with you." He sat across from John, and examined him for a bit. "John, have you been getting any sleep lately? You have circles under your eyes."

John Dory shrugged. He didn't mention how he had woken up from the same dream every night without ever finding out what it was.

Bruce, realizing John Dory wasn't about to give him a real answer, stood up again. "If you need someone to talk to, I'm here. You know that, right?"

John Dory glared at him. "Stop talking to me like I'm your twelve year old daughter."

Bruce grinned. "Well, sometimes you act like her."

John Dory stood up and whacked him with a dish towel. Bruce chuckled, snatched the dish towel away, and hit him back.

Suddenly they were in a full-force dish towel war, laughing and falling over, getting up again, and taking the towel away from the other.

Gradually, Clay, Floyd, and Branch emerged from their rooms, all in their bathrobes and looking as if they just arose from the dead.

"What in the world is going on?" Clay asked, annoyed. "A man needs his beauty sleep."

Floyd stared at him. "Please don't ever say that again."

Branch stood in-between the two older brothers. "Okay, guys, can you chill out for a bit? It's like six in the morning!"

"Yeah, John! What're you doing up this early anyway? I thought you-- OMIGOSH IS THAT COFFEE CAKE WITH SOUR CREAM GLAZE?!" Clay ran toward the oven and stared at the cake through the window into the oven. "It's so beautiful..."

Floyd grinned. "Well, I'm glad you guys are in good moods at least."

John Dory scoffed. "I'm always in a good mood."

Branch rolled his eyes. "Alright, well, as we're up we might as well start on chores until breakfast is ready."

"Aww," sighed all of the brothers.

Branch held out his checklist. "I have a whole list of things to do today. Don't worry, it'll go by quickly."

Floyd raised an eyebrow. "Branch, that list is like five feet long."

Branch nodded. "Yeah, and last time it was five feet and two inches long. You're welcome."

"Hold up, Branch," John Dory said. "We've been doing your stupid list ever since we came to the bunker. Can we at least get a day's worth of rest?"

"You haven't been living here very long," Branch explained. "And if you live here you should help take care of it. And it's not stupid."

John Dory took the list from Branch.

"Hey!" Branch reached for it.

John Dory laughed. "Yeah! It says 'take a break all day' right here!" he pointed at a section on the list.

"Where?" the other brothers crowded around.

Branch groaned. "No, it doesn't!"

"It does! Right there, in invisible ink!"

His brothers laughed and all disappeared in different directions.

"Hey! Wait!" Branch cried out. "Guys, I have a busy day today! I need someone to help me take care of the bunker!"

"We'll do it later!" they said casually over their shoulders.

"Chill, Branch! It's not that big of a deal!" John Dory assured her. "I promise we'll do it sometime after lunch!"

Branch sighed and stared at his bros, who all disappeared once again into their room. Then he turned to Bruce, who was still standing in the kitchen.

"Ugh, lemme guess, I'm stuck with the list again?" Bruce sighed.

Branch was about to say "yes" but then stopped. No, John Dory had said he would do the list after lunch. Just because Bruce was the only one mature enough to stay didn't mean he had to be stuck with the hard tasks.

Plus, he was making coffee cake.

"No, I guess not." He sighed. "I trust John. He said he'll do the list later. I hope he will."

~~~

Of course, John Dory had forgotten. His day had been completely full of nonsense and fun. He didn't have time to think of the list at all.

After getting completely dressed he had eaten the coffee cake (it had been delicious, by the way), then he had gone out into Trollstopia to walk down the street in slow-motion while tons of girls begged for his autograph. After that he went to Poppy's pod where he knew they were holding a leader's meeting to tease and annoy Delta Dawn, who always rewarded him with shouts and threats, which always made him want to annoy her more.

After that he went out to lunch and took a nap in the sun at the bay. Afterward he went out to dinner, and then got back to the bunker in time to see Branch- finishing up the list with the rest of the bros.

Branch frowned at him when he saw him. "Where in the world have you been?"

John Dory shrugged. "Places. Why are you guys doing my jobs?"

"Because you weren't back in time to finish them," Floyd responded. "They were supposed to be done about-" he checked his hugtime watch, "-two hours ago maybe? Possibly three?"

"Thanks, Mom," John Dory teased.

"John, it's not funny." Branch crossed his arms. "You guys all promised to do it after lunch and it's almost 8:30 now."

"But it's after lunch!" John Dory grinned.

None of his younger brothers smiled.

"John Dory, I think you need to work on your promises," Bruce suggested. "Don't say your going to do stuff if you're not."

"I think that's a smart idea, Bruce," Clay agreed, shooting John Dory a nasty glance. "We all had our big amount of chores to do, and you just made our days longer by forcing us to do your work."

"I'm sorry, guys!" John Dory groaned, exasperated. "It was just one day of relaxation. Didn't think it was that big of a deal!"

Branch sighed then checked his watch. "I need to go. I was supposed to see Poppy for lunch and then had a few meetings with other people later, but I had to reschedule all but one."

John Dory bit his lip as he watched Branch trudge towards his room. He did look pretty exhausted.

"John, you need to make it up to Branch." Clay brought him back to the present.

"What?! It was one day!"

"No, it wasn't." Bruce shook his head. "You've been avoiding the chores since we've came here. Branch is pretty busy. He offers to help Poppy with her duties, and now he also helps Viva with her work sometimes too. He does help with the plumbing jobs around the village and such, and he now is part of our boyband and does part of the songwriting. He needs help with little things like this. It's not that hard."

John Dory rolled his eyes. He had never really thought about what Branch did around the village before they had come back. But still, if he had managed it before, why did he need so much help now?

"John Dory?"

He looked at Floyd, who was raising an eyebrow at him.

"Did you hear what Bruce said?"

John Dory sighed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. What do I have to do? Finish with the stupid chores? Do them all tomorrow?"

Clay thought for a bit. "Honestly, the meeting Branch is going to now isn't one he wants to go to. It's like an interviewer or someone for BroZone. She wanted to specifically talk to Branch, but Branch did mention to me how she said you were her second favorite member. Maybe you could go to the meeting instead and Branch could still go see Poppy?"

"That's a good idea!" Floyd agreed. "John Dory, what do you think?"

John Dory considered. He was exhausted and talking people was one of the last things he wanted to do right now. But maybe all he would have to do was say how amazing he was and then cut it short and leave.

He guessed he could do that. Then things could get back to normal.

"Okay, sure. I'll do that," he agreed. "Just give me a second."

He went to Branch's room and knocked on the door.

"Yeah?" came the response.

"It's me. I wanted to say I'm sorry about today and that I'll go to your meeting for you if you'd prefer."

Branch poked his head out. "Really? She said she wanted to talk to me specifically."

"Pfft, it's fine. She'll barely notice the difference."

Branch looked as if John Dory had just insulted him. "Okay. Whatever. Here's the address." He handed John a slip of paper. "Prepare for a lot of questions."

"I've got this, don't worry." John Dory assured him.

Branch didn't look assured. "If you say anything stupid about us-"

"I won't! Chill, bro! I've got this!" John Dory winked. "When was the last time I failed you?"

Branch sighed and rubbed his temple. "That seems to be all your doing to me lately." Then he shut his door again.

John Dory stood there, stunned and dazed.

Wait. What did he just say?

I know this isn't how most stories that include the reader start, but this is my first time doing this and I thought it was a different and fun idea. The next part will be centered more around the reader, I promise. This was fun to write, IT JUST TOOK ME SO DARN LONG

Be on the lookout for Part Two! If you request it in the comments, I'll tag you when I publish it.

Thanks for reading so far! -@jessi4branchifer

[starrynightsxo]

ICEBREAKER BOOK REVIEW 1.75 ⭐️

DISCLAIMER: this may be a controversial review but it is my opinion, please don't come at me for it I just don't like certain things. also, if you don't agree with me feel free to not read or scroll past but I would rather have no hate or arguments regarding this as it's just my view <3 anyone who did like the book, I wish I was you 😭

MY GOODREADS REVIEW because it won't let me copy and paste it for some reason? I would not recommend it, it may be the most BookTok book I've read and as a person who doesn't mind some BookTok books, this was NOT IT for me.

SPOILERS BELOW

⭐️.75 is the lowest rating for a book from me this year and here's why... (sorry I'm a little brutal 😭)

ALSO, just forgot to say on there, at one point near the end idk why but the author feels to be cringe and says in Anastasia's POV "Nathan is a man written by a woman" which is a bit like ok cringe but has to highlight the grey sweatpants like JUST STOP IM SORRY. we all get that grey sweatpants are a thing you dont have to highlight the "written by a woman" like this is literally a book and the author is literally a woman like how- I cant with this book. 😭😭

[rainbowgod666]

Ok look imma cut to the chase and skip a lot of things. Also these are my abilites. Idk about my OC and its 100s of versions. Be aware that im going off the fucking Alien X Retrospective video cause The Ink Tank is based.

Autism: "but autism isnt a power" shut the fuck up you wish you knew half the shit in interstellar. I can u derstend every rick and morty joke from the lowest fart joke to the Multiversal Fracking done by rick prime. As we say in italy, you can attach yourself to it and pull hard.

Functional Immortality: gamers dont die, they respawn (doesnt mean you cant win you floppycock)

Metaphysical Awareness Disorder: apparently being near Me means people feel like widdle bunnies near me... unless theyre on a higher tier than me. And I can list like 3 people here on tumblr (@itsapmseymour, @pukicho, @biggest-gaudiest-patronuses) that im pretty sure would go like "dude you look like you smoked the entirety of mandela catalogue are you ok" i have an ability where i can look at LITERALLY ANYONE so hard they start becoming crying, babbling messes of Being Sorry For Their Actions.

References: all of them. JoJo. SCP. Undertale. Lancer RPG. Maybe one day even homestuck! Gimme a fucking minute here.

Command Prompt: sometimes the above isnt enough. This isnt a combat ability because i have no fucking reason to use it in combat. It would be stupid. I would just get down to the level of the average wizardposting poster. And im above such cringe.

Overly specific weaknesses: Cimmerian telling me im wrong. Not being able to truly tank Hollow Purple. Im not immune to everything no matter how much autism i slap at it. Good grief

Isolation: i can shut off like a computer and have a space, called Reference Space, where nothing ever no matter what can reach me without my permission. Reference Space however is also the deepest insides of this blog. Its basically my office, where i work tirelessly to make sure none of the fandoms im in... misbehave

To anybody having a problem with this:

Get a fucking life.

[the-videodame]

oh BOY anon ur in for a treat cause i just recently finished writing her backstory (tho its always subject to change lmao) and i've been meaning to make a tl;dr bullet list of notes for it too SO...

also, sorry this took so long, i kept getting distracted and was also just never in the right headspace to write lmao BUT here we are!

and just fyi, im not at all an expert on DnD or Forgotten Realms lore, everything i know is from BG3 and whatever wiki deep dives i go on

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Yv'ette is my Baldur's Gate 3 MC/Tav! Although at this point, shes kinda becoming her own DnD character herself with all the other BG3-inspired ocs I have, and I've basically made up my own group of 'companions' alongside her for their own quest(s)

Here's a sheet with all her basics and such as an overview before I lay on an insane wall of text and pics for the rest of it:

And now, her backstory, in paragraph form:

~~ Valmeia Dyrr made a pact with her devil patron one day, while still in the first trimester of her pregnancy, that stated: in return for the power he can give to her, she is to choose one of her twin children’s souls to give to him.Pleading with the fiend to take some sort of mercy on her, on the twins, the devil Hyde gives her only one grace: “If you fret over which to choose, know this: one shall be a sinner, the other a saint,” he informs her. “You have until their 25th birthday to decide which you will choose. Fear not, for I will not take their soul right away. But slowly. Each time you draw upon my power after their 25th year, the infernal influence I have over them will creep ever further on their soul. Soon, I will have full control over them.” It was a steep price, but to wield incredible spells to aid her cause, and to be resurrected should she die from unnatural causes? It was a price worth paying. ~~

Yv’ette Dyrr, Captain of the Stormbringer

Born as half tiefling, half drow, Yv’ette grew up as an outcast to her peers - dusky purple skin, blackened sclera with flaming purple irises, and a furry tail tip instead of the typical half-arrowhead. Unlike her twin, who had a fairly normal shade of black hair, Yv’ette inherited her fathers stark white hair, which is an unusual trait for tieflings in Faerun. This made her a target for bullying by other kids, and even other tieflings, as they would tell her how ‘weird’ and ‘creepy’ or ‘evil’ her mix of traits made her. While the comments from those kids would sting, there were plenty of other kids that would befriend her, many of which were also victims of the same bullies. 

There was one kid in particular, a tiefling boy who lived at the local orphanage in the nearby town, that Yv’ette had wished to befriend sooner. Although he carried the common traits of a tiefling, he was abused the most by local kids, likely due to his meek and generally uncaring attitude towards it all. One day, at age 15, after running around town with Vekyll, Yv’ette would notice this same boy talking to a group of known troublemakers as she was called home by Valmeia. There was this feeling in her gut, almost like an instinct to go and defend this boy from whatever those kids were going to do, and it only grew worse as she watched them lead the boy away towards the river near town. However, the demands of her mother to hurry home eventually won over her, and Yv’ette headed the opposite way. 

That next morning, the body of the tiefling boy would be found in that very river, caught against a bridge's support beams. Throughout her life, Yv’ette would constantly regret not following her gut feeling and telling those kids to leave him alone. While his name faded from her memory over time, that very situation didn’t, and she often finds herself begging that tiefling boy for forgiveness during her lowest moments. She only hopes his soul is being treated better in the afterlife than it was on the material plane.

At age 17, while her twin brother was busy with knight training, Yv’ette decided to attempt to pursue her dream of becoming an actress. She auditioned for small community plays, performed skits with other kids for spare change, and eventually managed to land a permanent spot within a traveling theatre troupe by age 18. However, she was told that if she wanted lead protagonist or love interest roles, she would have to magically disguise herself as a human. “To fit the type casting,” the director would tell her each time. “Your acting skills are immaculate, but the role calls for a human or elf, I’m afraid.” The thing is, if she was ever cast as the antagonist or some other ‘evil’ role, she was never given the directions to disguise herself. For about a year or so, Yv’ette held her tongue about this fact - the pay was decent, her fellow actors were friendly with her, and this was her dream, after all. She only needed to keep this job until she felt like she had enough experience under her belt to join higher-ranking theatre troupes, as well as train her singing voice better so that she could expand her talent range into musicals and operas (spoiler: her singing voice remains terrible and she's very insecure about it).

One performance haunts her particularly, one that she has nightmares of constantly. The theatre troupe decided to put on a charity show for an orphanage, a play that wasn’t too intense for children, but still held a solid story and was engaging enough for all ages. It featured a hero, played by a dashing wood elf with his rag-tag team - and the villain, a greedy pirate captain played by Yv’ette, with her crew of bloodthirsty misfits. While she had the opportunity to take the love interest’s role, it required her to be able to sing, thus she gladly passed the role off to another. The moment she received the script, she knew it would not end well. The performance itself went just fine, up until the climactic battle between the hero and Yv’ette, both poised with their swords at the other, when suddenly the audience of children began to yell and cheer … but not for both actors on stage. 

“Get her! Kill the pirate!” was the first of many outbursts to come, and it wasn’t so bad. Children have called out during performances before, and it was pretty typical for them to root for the hero rather than the villain. “Kill the tiefling!” was what made her freeze, and the other actor too, the two staring at each other with their swords crossed as they listened to the hateful calls. Cries of “Foul-blood!” and “Kill her, before she takes your soul!” were a few of the jeers that she could make out before the orphanage’s caretakers decided to step in and quiet the children, likely realizing the horrid things they were saying. 

That was the point that she decided to demand the director, the troupe leader, to let her perform as her true self for ALL her roles. In response, the director decided to give her a choice: either she could willingly let him use her body as he pleased in return for better roles - or she gets kicked from the troupe. Without pause, Yv’ette tore her contract in two and stormed out of the directors office, immediately packing up her things and saying goodbye to her fellow actors. When asked why she was leaving, she simply stated something had come up back home, and she needed to return to her family. She didn’t have the heart to tell them the truth.

With her brother preparing to move to Elturel for higher training as a knight, and the possibility to become a Hellrider, Yv’ette refused to move back home in fear of disappointing her parents and becoming a burden when she should be a successful adult at that point. Instead, she used what money she had left from her actress pay to go from inn to inn in various towns and cities, trying to find a solid paying job that either didn’t under pay her - or blatantly told her they didn’t hire foul-bloods. On her last leg, Yv’ette meets a elven woman named Tilly one night at a tavern, and after drunkenly telling the bubbly woman about her situation, Tilly tells her a bit of info that will eventually change her life: Tilly’s uncle had left her a merchant ship to her in his will. She had no plans on using it and was debating on just selling it, but Yv’ette could have it, so long as Tilly was allowed to come with her on her travels.

“We could go treasure hunting or do some mercenary jobs and make money that way!” Tilly had said, excited as ever. “We could find more people down on their luck, and make a crew for ourselves!”

And that’s exactly what they did. Gathering folks from various parts of Faerun, and even further out on Toril, Yv’ette managed to become the captain of her own crew by the age of 22. Drow, dragonborn, harpies, half-orcs, githyanki, kobalds - she has at least one crewmate of every outcast race out there. She wouldn’t really call them pirates, but sometimes it was just easier - plus it intimidated people more.

The night before her 25th birthday, Yv’ette had the most vivid dream she’s ever experienced. In that dream, she stood nude in the middle of a body of water - an ocean? A lake? River? She wasn’t sure, as it was dark and foggy, barely enough moonlight shining through the dark storm clouds above her. In the waking world, it was less than a minute to midnight, and the ocean waves felt restless as they began to crash against the ship. In her dream, Yv’ette felt the urge to raise her hand towards the ever-darkening sky. Despite being soaked from the water she stood in, and though the air felt chill even within her own mind, she reached her left arm upwards to extend her fingers towards the electrically charged clouds. 

The clock strikes midnight, and in a flash - quite literally - lightning erupts from the clouds above her to strike her index finger. A burning pain shoots up through her arm and to her chest, even reaching up to her eye, as she bolts awake in her bed. Clutching her arm and squeezing her eyes shut from the phantom pains, Yv’ette lets the now-calm waves rock her back to sleep once the pain resided. 

In the morning, her crew would ask her why her left eye was a different color. She would have no answer.

In a tenday, her crew would ask her why there were black markings beginning to form around that eye and at the tips of her fingers. She would have no answer.

In a month, she would ask herself why she couldn’t use magic anymore - why could she not call upon the Weave? Her, the successor to a long line of storm sorcerers? She would have no answer. 

In fact, no one would have an answer. Not only could she not feel the Weave, the Weave couldn’t affect her, either. No wizard, sorcerer, cleric, warlock, or druid would be able to identify the cause of her issue. The only answer anyone could think of was: a curse. A powerful one, too. Whoever cursed her made it so that magic was ineffective on her, and vice versa, likely to ensure that no one could figure out how to cure it. So Yv’ette decided to leave it be, though eventually the growing markings were becoming a concern, and so was not being able to heal or be healed by anything other than potions. 

Thus, her crew had a new mission: find a way to break her curse. Or at least, find someone who knows how to.

It's a shame that a rogue nautiloid happened to snatch her off her own ship before they could.

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And here's a TL;DR bullet point list of notes on her:

As a kid, loved to run around the city with her brother Vekyll with other kids, namely ones who didn’t have a home or were bullied

With white hair being very rare on tieflings, Yv’ette was often verbally bullied and made fun of by other kids, even other tieflings

Growing up, she loved to participate in theatrical showcases whenever the opportunity arises, and eventually joined a traveling theatre troupe when she was old enough

Unfortunately, her childhood bullying didn’t end there, it seemed. Though she was talented, she was told she didn’t “look the part” of many of the protagonist or love interest roles, and was required to cast disguise spells on herself during performances to that of a human or elf

The only time she wasn’t required to disguise herself was when she played the role of a villain, or other antagonistic/evil caricatures 

Eventually it whittled down her self-esteem and image of herself as both a tiefling and drow - not fitting to typical tiefling beauty standards, and not being “drow enough” to be welcomed by most drow either ---

While growing up, she was fascinated by paintings of women draped in fabrics, joined by equally beautiful men or women, all painted with such a divine elegance 

The thing is, all those paintings were usually of humans or elves or assimar, perhaps the occasional satyr. If she were lucky, there might have been a drow, although those paintings would have more haunting tones, but were still beautiful

However, none of those paintings featured a tiefling in the role of the divine maiden or the handsome knight. They were always the devious villain with ill-intents, depicted trying to tempt or harm others in the scene

As a result, she's incredibly insecure about her appearance and how others perceive her visually ---

Both her parents are worshipers of Eilistraee, and thus she grew up as a worshiper as well. However, over the years she began to loose faith in almost every 'god' out there, since none have protected her from the traumas and misfortune, and figured they favored her brother more, just like their mother did

Time to time she'll pray to a god specific to a situation, such as Umberlee and Talos during her pirate days

During her journey to Baldur's Gate, once she reads the texts of Illmater within the Open Hand Church, she begins to feel something toward his teachings, especially after having to deal with her companions' burdens

I do plan on her eventually coming back around to worship Eilistraee again, maybe once she's cured of her curse, or something of the like ---

For romance, I legitimately can't choose between Gale or Zevlor, so i said - fuck it! Throuple. I feel as though Gale and Zev would really understand each other, what its like to be 'abandoned' or 'betrayed' by the god you devoted yourself to

Yes I know Gale is very monogamous, and I respect that. I, however, think he deserves TWO loving partners who dote on him wholeheartedly

The ship name for her and Gale is "Shockweave" and for all three of them its "Hell Raisers"

In a more non-canonical storyline/AU for her (despite her already being not canon, but y'know), she ends up siding with Raphael and eventually falling for him, fully knowing he can't 'love' back (but i beg to differ, imo, but i wont get into that here lmao)

In the timeline where she sides with Raph, I'm leaning toward her becoming a devil herself as a method of defeating Hyde and ridding herself of her curse / her mothers' contract

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Some misc things about her:

Before her magic was suppressed by Hyde, she was exceptional at Lightning magic - thus I gave her a lightning motif/theme. Her brother has a Thunder motif, together making them the "Storm Siblings"!

Proficient with finesse weapons (namely a rapier) and also flintlock pistols! Also crossbows, namely hand crossbows

Her rapier is enchanted to absorb lightning, both natural and magical, and fling it back at her opponents in either a strong single line, or a swooping range attack, depending on how she swings the rapier. She calls it The Lightning Rod, and her pistol is Shockwave

Tried to sing once as a kid, since Eilistraee's teachings encourage it, but embarrassed herself pretty badly and refused to sing again afterward, especially after her brother did much better than her. Even though she might be better now as an adult, she still refuses to sing around anyone, and rarely ever sings even when shes alone. She still loves to dance, though. I can also see her taking up piano or flute as a hobby

If it weren't for laws, she'd be fine with going topless often

She and her brother have fluffy tail tips! Though, shes a bit insecure about it, as in the past kids would make fun of it and call it a 'cows tail'

Wears a sharp, slightly curved blade at the end of her tail to aid her both in battle, and to hold onto the ship posts when she uses her tail to keep balance when climbing/walking them (and to also hide her tail tip)

Enchanted compass tattoo on her right arm, which unfortunately stops working when her curse begins

Full-spine tattoo of a sea serpent that wraps a but around the base of her tail, to commemorate her crews first victory over one

In the AU where she becomes a devil, I like to think her 'ascended' form is sea-serpent-like, and her hair morphs into a storm cloud

Alcoholic; she lessens up on it during the events of BG3, but dives right back into it after finding out about her mothers contract

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of course she's still being work shopped and such, i mean fuck just between writing this up i changed a bunch of things about her from beforehand LMAO

id love to know your (or anyones) opinons and by all means PLEASE ask me more about her or my other DnD/BG3 ocs