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preaching forgiveness as he went

a thing about karlach and astarion talking about trees and heartless dead bastards. AO3. 5,3k words.

When Karlach next spoke up, it was with an abnormally small voice Astarion couldn't really associate with the barbarian next to him. "How..." she began, almost as a whisper. "How did you feel. You know, after Cazador died?" He wouldn't admit how the question knocked some air out of his lungs. Thankfully, he recovered quickly, as was one of his previously mentioned talents. "Oh, it felt wonderful!" came his answer before he could even reflect on it. "Two hundred years of servitude felt like nothing in comparison." She glanced at him, just barely. "Really?" Her voice was hoarse now. Almost... disappointed. "It was just... that easy?" Of course it wasn't. Of course he was lying. It came as naturally as breathing to him by now. - Gortash is dead. Karlach isn’t taking it well. Of all people, Astarion would have thought himself the last person to go for comfort. He deals with it.

Astarion couldn’t whistle. The last two days, this had been the most mortifying factoid in his more than two hundred year long existence. ‘But Astarion, oh, you almighty and exceptionally good-looking vampire,’ a normal person capable of basic empathy would probably say, ‘your incapability of whistling sure couldn’t measure up to so many years of humiliating mindless servitude to one of the most despicable beings on this realm and possibly many more?’

Yes, it could, actually. Especially after he hadn’t been able to get Scratch in one of his play time moods to let go of his shirt without any holes in it - which in their journeys been narrowed into a minuscule number - after finally finding time to actually wash it, because their fearless leader had been to wise as to train him to respond to one sound, and only that one. 

He’d groused to anyone who would listen about the - now unfashionably sleeveless - shirt up and down, and Shadowheart of all people had been the one to have the nerve to point out “Wait- Astarion, you can’t whistle?”

She’d had a good laugh about it. Wyll too, but he’d at least been polite enough to try to hide it, no matter how poorly. 

Scratch had gotten his tug-of-war, his so called “friends” had gone to sleep with a mirthful smile on their lips, and Astarion had adamantly refused to admit how he started to suspect it felt being bullied at the playground as a small child.

All in all, that’s how he found himself now, out in the woods with the excuse of finding something to snack on. Jackal had - with some remorse, sweetly enough - declined to let Astarion feed on him last night, something to do with a coming fight he wanted to wake up not feeling drained for. Oh well, his loss. Still, hunger was itching in the pit of his stomach, so maybe the excuse was not that founded in dishonesty.

When he was sure he was far enough away from camp - looking over his shoulder once or twice just to be sure - he reluctantly tried pursing his lips like he’d seen the others do, blowing to make some sort of sound.

Nothing. Just air and spittle. 

He grimaced to himself. Why was he even entertaining this provocation? To be able to figure it out in one go, since it obviously came so naturally to everyone else? To walk into camp, whistling a beautiful tune, to turn on his companions awed and astonished faces with a “A-hah! I successfully fooled the lot of you! I actually asked for the mutt’s help, you see, sleeveless is the new hot fad!”

Ridiculous. 

He tried again, despite it all. A few more times, ambling between the trees, trying to reposition his tongue, use his fingers, like Jackal did. Not a single even tone came.

Just about to give up, find a squirrel and call it a day, a sharp sound - a deep thud - echoed his way. 

Immediately, he crouched down, making himself as quiet as possible. If he was to be jumped by some poor soul out in the woods, well. He was already in a sour mood and feeling snackish, he could absolutely not be held responsible for his actions, if it came to it. 

The thud came again, followed by something like a grunt. Well, now he started to get curious. Silently, treading the shadows and leaves, he moved towards it. Curiosity may kill cats, but he was not of the feline inclination, thankfully.

The thuds came more rhythmically the closer he got, intermingled with groans of - labor? After a minute, the unmistakable creak of a tree falling and landing made birds scatter and flee the area. Was there a rogue woodcutter excavating the depths of Cloak Wood? Their merry band had run into stranger beings, but still.

Eventually, a clearing opened up. A broad figure clad in all red, holding and swinging an impressive looking axe over their head had felled three trees and was well on their way in their fourth. They had a strange technique, seemingly mauling the trees before chopping them down as an act of mercy before continuing on the next one. Splinters lay everywhere, bark and branches littering the massacred ground.

This was strange, even for the strange people they always had the displeasure of running into. Astarion furrowed an eyebrow, took another step forward, and-

Snap. He winced, removing his foot from an errant twig. So much for the stealthiest person in their party.

The figure turned immediately. "Who's there?" They spoke loudly. "I heard that. Just come out, alright?"

Wait. He knew that voice. 

Taking another step closer, lo and behold, Karlach was the now identified woodchopper. Her chest was heaving, out of her usual loose armor, her usual camp clothes on. She looked - well, exhausted. Sweat beading her forehead and lighting up the pulsing glow of her chest. Blood had dried in on her skin, probably a few hours old. Astarion guessed that couldn't come from her valiant fight with the local greenery.

She seemed to catch sight of his movement, shielding her eyes from the sun. "Astarion?" She said, confusion clear. "What're you doing out here?"

Well, the jig was obviously up. "Oh, me?" He put a hand to his chest to feign as much ignorance he could muster, moving out of the bushes. "Just out on a calming stroll in the woods! Heard it does wonders for the complexion."

Usually, she would had laughed at that sort of joke. At least a small chuckle would escape. Instead, she just rolled her fire-yellow eyes, gesturing to the other side of the clearing. "Well, if you could do that on, I dunno, the other side of it, I'd be real chuffed." 

As he slowly sauntered closer, he could now see it wasn't just sweat running down her cheeks. The whites of her eyes seemed to bled more with her skin than usual, a little puffy and... Oh hells, he thought. She's been crying.

Every alarm bell in his head started going off. He could deal with a out-of-her-mind annoyingly cheerful Karlach, even a rage-filled pissed off Karlach. He particularly thought dealing with drunk-off-her-ass-and-won't-stop-talking-about-how-pretty-Shadowhearts-eyes-were Karlach was fun, but a crying Karlach? No. No, no, no, this was nothing he was either equipped with or had the urge to handle.

He should leave. She seemed to be getting through her emotions well by herself, at the cost of some poor bird families having the relocate, perhaps. 

Still, that part of him that - despite his best efforts - had been slowly and begrudgingly over time made him... Godsdamnit, care for the others in their party, made it so much harder to turn his heels and walk off. 

He sighed, closing his eyes briefly in irritation - mostly at himself. "Is-" he sighed, forcing himself not to swallow his next words. "Is something the matter?"

Karlach had already turned her back to him, both hands gripping the axe like a vice. She huffed, readying herself for another chop. "Gortash's dead." She said shortly, before her weapon came down with another loud thud.

His pale eyebrows did raise at that. "Oh! Well, well, suppose the bastard finally got what was coming for him then! Joyous news!" He tried. No response, just another thud. "R-right?"

"Right, yeah." She grunted, more as an afterthought. 

"Another stone gathered, another soul avenged!" He continued, mostly to fill the silence that was getting more awkward by the second. "I'd half expect you to be down at the Mermaid, toasting to a battle well fought by now!" Oh, he was rambling now. This was embarrassing.

"Uh, sure. Maybe later." She responded without any sort of indication on following up on that promise. She seized her work temporarily, leaning on her axe, pinching the bridge of her nose. 

Astarion was beginning to suspect that whatever she wanted to hear, it wasn't anything he could possibly provide. A mercy in itself. 

Just about to breathe out and excuse himself, the broad woman spoke again. "I just-" she cut herself off, searching for words. "I dunno- I dunno what the fuck I'm supposed to do now."

Her last words broke, just slightly. Infuriatingly, it tugged at his heartstrings somewhat awfully. 

Before he had the chance to the respond, Karlach kept talking. "I mean- Yeah, I know, I got the whole revenge thing- I should be happy, right? I should be fucking high in the clouds right now. Sitting at the 'Maid and getting drunk off my tits, happy the bastards' finally dead and gone where he can't fucking hurt anyone else- but I'm just-" she broke off, pain evident she was trying to keep close to her chest slipping through the cracks. "Instead I just- can't stop thinking that my best friend is dead."

Oh shit. What in the hells had he stumbled into?

She kept going though, as if having started and not knowing how to stop. "A-and, yeah, no, he's *obviously* not my friend anymore, hasn't for a long time. I hate him. I hate him so *unbelievably*fucking much, he's the worst thing that could've ever happen to someone, *he's* the reason I've got this stupid fucking rustbucket in my chest, *he's* the reason I'll go blow up in a hot minute, and he's-"

Her voice was breaking more and more, fresh tears forming in her eyes. (Somewhere, Astarion wondered if it was some hellish miracle her tears didn't evaporate into mist the second they got on her skin.) She wiped them without any sort of tenderness, hissed and - as if a scale tipped over - screamed something that tore his own throat just from hearing it, and with an impressive feat of strength, imbedded her axe halfway through the trunk of the tree in front of her. All before collapsing to the ground, hunched over in stuttering breath.

Well. It wasn't as if he could leave now. 

From what he'd overheard and what Karlach had let the group know, her and Gortash didn't have the… best past, as one says. He'd been sold as a child to Raphael, gathered some ungodly contact in his time with him, become a smuggler-turned-minor-lord in his adult life, took Karlach as a bodyguard, then sold her off to Zariel as if a way of continuing the cycle of horrid, life-destroying deals. She'd trusted him wholly, and he'd spat in her face in response. She had every right to want to grund him into paste on the precious stone halls of Wyrm's Rock.

And now he was dead. From the mere fact that Karlach seemed to be the only person having come back from the mission, Astarion guessed she'd left in a hurry. Could probably not bear the sight of what had transpired for too long. 

But what the fuck was he supposed to say to all of that? 

"Maybe- maybe we should head back to camp, yes?" he said, trying to gesture to the direction he'd emerged from a bit haplessly. "I'm sure the other's will be back any minute-"

"Honestly, Astarion, thanks for the concern or- whatever." She spoke up, an edge in her voice now. "But- why don't you just leave, let me cool off and I'll- I'll be back soon, okay?"

Well. That wouldn't do. Not at all.

"Well, Karlach." He empathized, crossing his arms, now striding up enough so he could look down at her crumpled position more closely. "I know a thing or two about sulking around in the woods alone, and I've also seen you trying to navigate a map. You couldn't tell north from west, last time I checked, and we all there when you led us to 'that one place with fire whiskey on tap', and we ended up in a fey smuggler's den instead."

She sniffed, still not looking up at him. "I mean. They did have it. Just not on tap."

Astarion threw his palms up in exasperation, as if looking towards the sky would evoke some kind god that could remove him from this situation. "Not the point, and you know it." he tutted, shuffling from foot to foot. "Now, you can either follow me in friendly silence back to camp, or we can stay here and-" he sighed for what felt like the nth time in the last five minutes. "-We can, you know. Talk about it."

Now that made her look up with an unmistakable doubt written across her face. "Talk about it? Really?" 

"I have many hidden talents." And just because this was not one of them, well. He'd already dug himself into this hole, might as well dig deeper. "So. Gortash is dead."

She closed her eyes, brows furrowing. "Yup."

"And you're feeling... conflicted about it?"

"That could- yeah, that could sum it up, sure."

"But... you hated him, yes?"

"Yes." was the short and firm answer.

"As well as- somewhere in your mind, you couldn't help but remember that you'd been close. Before."

"Uh, yeah." she huffed. "But like- I was seventeen when I started working for him. Then I spent ten fucking years in the arse-end of another plane of existence, so-"

"Alright." He put an end to what sounded like the beginning another long rant before nudging her hip with the side of his boot. "Now be a dear and scoot over. If I get splinters in these pants, that's all on you."

After a second or two, Karlach wiped her nose and moved over just an inch enough for him to sit down on the sun-scorched grass around them. A silence fell over them, Astarion searching his mind to say anything to put an end to this conversation that wouldn't end awkwardly for either of them.

Around them, faint birdsong could be heard over the carapace, along with the soft murmur of leaves crashing against eachother with the wind. It was almost peaceful.

When Karlach next spoke up, it was with an abnormally small voice Astarion couldn't really associate with the barbarian next to him. "How..." she began, almost as a whisper. "How did you feel. You know, after Cazador died?"

He wouldn't admit how the question knocked some air out of his lungs. Thankfully, he recovered quickly, as was one of his previously mentioned talents. "Oh, it felt wonderful!" came his answer before he could even reflect on it. "Two hundred years of servitude felt like nothing in comparison."

She glanced at him, just barely. "Really?" Her voice was hoarse now. Almost... disappointed. "It was just... that easy?"

Of course it wasn't. Of course he was lying. It came as naturally as breathing to him by now. 

But this was Karlach for hell's sake. Of all people, he couldn't admit to her that being there, on his knees in the cold sanctum beneath what had been his home for so long, he hadn't been able to breathe. Not being able to speak or hear or see anything than the cold, unmoving body of the man who had starved, tortured and physically owned him for the past two centuries, and feel no joy, no sadness, no hate or love or anything in response. How his own throat had closed in on itself when all he's wanted to do was scream. 

A bit like what he'd stumbled in on, here in this clearing.

Astarion had thought himself incapable of crying since about 150 years back. Seemingly, he'd been wrong. Of course, he hadn't noticed until Jackal had kneeled before him and oh, so tenderly wiped his cheek, an unsurmountable amount of empathy and sadness in his eyes.  

At his side, the dagger he'd used to plunge into Cazador's chest was in it's sheath. The tar-black blood still left in it's crevices served more as a memento of the occasion than the weapon itself.

"No. No, that's not right." he said, despite himself. "I felt... not much at all, in honesty. It was something I'd dreamed of for hundreds of years, and yet-"

"You felt kinda empty?"

He turned his head. The tiefling woman had also turned, looking at him with a hint of curiosity, as well as that overwhelming empathy that always seemed to shine bright through her eyes. It made his skin crawl.

"I suppose so, yes." he muttered shortly, hoping that was the end of her line of questioning. 

She seemed to mull that over for a minute. Then, "Listen- you can cuss me out all you like over this but I just wanna-" she breathed out quickly, as it wanting to push the next words out forcibly. "You weren't, like... In love with him, or something?"

Something like bile rose in his throat. "What?" he spat. "No! Absolutely not! Why you'd even suggest it-"

"Okay, okay, fine!" she showed her palms in defeat, as if trying to calm a particularly stingy horse. "I just- I mean, I really wasn't into Enver like that at all either, but, you know." She bit the inside of her cheek. "Bad shit can come from people in every direction. You never know."

Astarion let out a shuddering breath, feeling a headache coming on quickly. "No, I wasn't in love or anything of the sort. And I should leave you here to get acquainted to the wildlife for a few weeks just for suggesting it." He shook his head. "Cazador... he saw himself more as a... a father to us spawn. Chiding us as if we were children and how he had 'raised us better than this' for every minor mistake we made." He was aware of how disgust coated his every syllable. Good.

"Shit." Karlach breathed, almost astonished. "I guess that's whole 'nother level of fucked up."

"It is." he said. Then, "Was." Closing his eyes tightly for a second, not wanting to face the answer of his next question, he persevering nonetheless. "Why do you ask?"

"I... Uh." She pondered, toying with one of the gold rings in her left ear. "Honestly, dunno. The way you talk about him- It's hard, I know. Hating someone so much you think you can just burst from it. But still not really getting away from the fact they've been the center of your entire life for too damn long. Wanting nothing but to settle some sort of non-existing score and ending up with just- a whole buncha nothing."

Astarion didn't answer. Since that day, the image of Cazador’s still, cold body had replaced the reoccurring nightmare of the same man reciting the set of rules he’d set for his spawn so long ago. Thou shalt not taste the blood of thinking creatures, thou shalt obey me in all things, thou shalt not leave my side unless directed, thou shalt know that thou art mine.

He’d worked hard on breaking every single one of those rules. Of course, that didn’t stop from the words to echo in his head whenever he gathered enough strength to rebel against them.

"Do you... ever regret not doing the whole ascension thing?" She inquired gently, sort of. As gently as one could ask something he'd had many sleepless nights over since it happened.

"No," he said firmly, after a beat, surprising even himself with the truth.

She eyed him. "But you still think about it, don't you? What would've happened?"

"Of course," The truth, again. 

Jackal had pressed him about the very same questions often - or as often he could without being callous. Said that it was fine if he regretted it, that he'd rather Astarion was honest than keeping resentment over the fact that he'd been the one steering him on this path to begin with. 

"It would've fixed anything," he spoke softly, a harsh truth he'd had to face the hard way. (which sadly had been, well, talking about it.)"I wanted the power that had been wielded against me. I wanted it so he couldn't have it. No heroics, mind you. I'd have wielded that power in the same way he would have. Wouldn't be able to help myself."

"Now that's a pretty fantasy." Karlach said. He'd expected some sort of flinch, a reaction at his admission. Nothing of the sort, just a humoring, an understanding of sorts. "Taking all he'd worked for all for yourself as a last big 'fuck you' for all those years." She smiled, just a small one, her black hairs tangling around her horns in the breeze. "Honestly, I would've blamed you. But- I'm glad you didn't. Not that it matters."

It probably didn't. He still couldn't help but feeling just a little bit more justified about the whole thing. 

Silence fell once more. Karlach drew her knees to rest her chin on them, hugging herself to make her look so much smaller than what anyone who knew her was used to. It didn’t suit her, he decided.

Looking up at the tree in front of them, Astarion studied the marks left by the woman beside him. No real finesse, just a product of mindless rage and- well, grief. He supposed that was what it boiled down to. Criss-cross hatchings, bark barely clinging to the trunk to show the fresh wood underneath. Cut down and marred before it could ever grow as tall as it's ancestors. It would continue to grow, of course. But the scars would be there for the rest of it's long life.

Which was all too much heavy handed of a metaphor for Astarion's tastes. And he could even admit to enjoying the books of poetry Gale had gathered over their journey, on occasion. That man's love of purple prose was frankly disconcerting. 

"Look," he began, already regretting speaking up. "We can talk up and down how similar or not Gortash and Cazador were, but it's not going to change the simple fact that we're alive and they're not. Fine, there's the looming threat of an elder brain about to fuck over the whole Sword Coast any minute now, but they're not here to even see the end of it." He huffed a short laugh. "If anything, they should be thanking us for taking them out before they could see the world in ruin. Do you think Jackal still has one of those Speak With Dead scrolls? I'd be very happy to rub it in their faces."

Karlach laughed weakly at that, which surprised the elf. "You seem pretty pessimistic over the future, huh?"

"Just being realistic, darling."

She paused then, reaching to toy with the dry grass at their feet, digging a sharp nail into the ground. "I guess you're right." she mumbled without much conviction. "Guess I'm mostly just, I dunno, pissed off still. My whole damn life, I've tried to make at least some good life choices. And even with all that revenge stuff sorted out, no one's gonna be here to say they're sorry for making me go through it all. I had this- this fantasy. I'd walk into Enver's office, I'd say my whole little speech about how he's a dickfuck asshole and that I'd fuck his whole shit up, and he'd just- fall to his knees, explain that it was all a mistake, how he never meant to send me away, that he'd been forced by Zariel or whatever. Beg for forgiveness." She sniffed. "I'd still kill him, mind you. But, still. Guess that's dumb."

Astarion swallowed, something hurting in his chest. "It's not dumb, Karlach. A little... improbable, that's all." he said softly. The words seemed to fall more effortlessly off his tongue now. Maybe there were something to this whole 'comforting a friend in need' thing. "I'd be lying if I'd say I'd never entertained the same line of thought myself."

"Going around waiting for apologies that'll never come." She was smiling now, even if her eyes started to get glossy once more. "Two peas in a pod, us two."

"Oh, don't start." He said, getting some bravado once more. "You know my hair is much better than yours."

Now there came a real laugh, finally. Once again, she looked at him with such utter- affection. He didn't know what to do about that.

To distract from it, he spoke up again. "All I'm saying is- looking back at the people who hurt you gives them too much credit. We could all die tomorrow and just hope that Shadowheart has enough in her to bring us back at the end of the day. And if you're planning on spending that time- felling more trees and sulking, then be my guest." He paused, decidedly not looking her in the eye. "But there's so many more fun things you could do instead. Pleasurable things, even."

She shook her head, despite her lips curving up in a hesitant smile. "I'm still gonna die, y'know. Pretty soon."

Astarion didn't want to think about that. He really, really didn't. In their short time together, he could always feel her lack of presence around the camp when she was off doing gods knew what. Just the other week, she'd run into a friend from childhood, and ended up spending the evening at her and her husbands place for dinner and probably joyously familiar conversation. Things had ran as smoothly as usual. Gale had cooked dinner, Halsin had volunteered to take care of the dishes, comfortable silence intermingled with quiet chatter had continued as normal until Karlach came back late in the evening, a little tipsy but with a shining smile on her face. 

He was sure he wasn't the only one who noted her absence like a blank space something was supposed to fit into. He hadn't felt much remorse for it in the moment, but something like relief settled in him when hearing her stumbling into camp again in the small hours. Karlach was a part of their whole, now. Maybe that could be said for everyone in their strange lot. Not knowing what was out of place until it was glaringly obvious and in your face. 

He didn't want to imagine those quiet nights without her. The very thought sent something painful roiling through his sternum.

"Well, you seem pretty lively as of now." he concluded, burying whatever fears he himself held for the future somewhere in the recesses of his mind. "And we've all still got work to do. Don't you dare lag behind thinking of 'what-if's and whatever horrid future is ahead of us, you'd never hear the end if it."

She chortled, impressive shoulders bouncing slightly. "What, from you? Thought you liked slacking behind."

He bristled. "Just because our fearless leader insists on running literally everywhere we go, doesn't mean I have to like it. Or approve of it."

She inclined her head, eyebrows raised in agreement. "Hey, I'll cheers to that." She wiped her eyes once more, then stretched her legs out in front of her with a small groan, reclining back on her palms. Giving him a curious look, she pressed. "He's been pretty good to you, yeah?"

That vampires couldn't blush, he was eternally grateful for in this particular moment. "I-" he started, stumbling enough to make Karlach giggle in response. He sighed, straightening himself. "It's- it hasn't been just his influence, I'll have you know."

Horribly enough, that just seemed to make her even happier, a real smile as sharp as her teeth emerging victorious. "Aww, fangs! You're getting all soppy on me now!"

Before he knew it, a strong red arm was around his shoulder's and neck, drawing her in to her frankly piping hot chest, her other hand having gone on a mission to completely mess up his impeccable white curls. Giving him a noogie, for all the hells' sakes, were they teens again? It wasn't easy to forget just how strong she was in comparison as he protested wildly with "No, you're messing it up- Karlach- how old are you actually-?" while she just laughed loudly in response. 

"Never thought I'd see the day, Astarion the almighty vampire spawn admitting he actually cares about people other than himself." She chuckled, finally releasing him, leaving him to immediately card fingers through his hair so assess the damage. The palm of her hand stayed on his shoulder though, it's unnatural warmth seeping through his shirt. Comfortingly. 

He hissed, though without any malice. "Will the miracles ever cease?" he huffed, straightening his clothes. 

In response, she just smiled brightly. No more signs of tears, apart from a bit of a sniffle as she rose from her spot, extending her hand to him. "C'mon. Bet the other's are back at camp by now."

Astarion took it, getting lifted from his spot effortlessly. Dusting himself off, telling the tiefling he'd be royally pissed if he were to discover any grass stains on these pants while watching her wedge her greataxe out of the young tree. 

While walking away, Astarion took one last glance at it over his shoulder. Damaged, yes. But would still continue growing, in his own mind in spite of the previous damaged caused. Heavy handed metaphors be damned, something about it all sat right in him, nestled in the small but warm part of his chest that, despite his best efforts, had grown quite a bit over the past few months.

Slinging a well-muscled arm over his shoulder, the pair started making their way back to camp, talking about all sorts of nonsense. How Karlach had apparently had a bet fall through, now her and Wyll were going to find the Gate's famous tiefling-oriented jeweler to get their horns all decked out. How Astarion had been secretly been drawing various phallic illustrations in the margins of Gale's spellbook when he was sleeping and was just waiting for the day he finally noticed. How they might be able to convince Shadowheart to dye some streaks of now stark white hair pink, or purple even, to 'liven up her broody look' so to speak.

Once they could see the approaching tents and the steady hum of the city approaching, Karlach turned to him, suddenly something a bit shy about her. "Hey, look." She began, drumming her fingers against the shaft of her weapon. "Thanks. For like- not just walking off and stuff. Can't imagine you do this sort of stuff very willingly in most cases."

"Oh, enough with the flattery." he scoffed. "But, just so we're clear, this never happened. And if it looks like I'm about to go talk to someone about their warm and fuzzy feelings again, stop me. I've had enough for a lifetime after today."

Karlach grinned, setting two fingers to her forehead as a salute. "You got it, boss." Before bounding off, seeing that Jackal, Wyll and Gale was, as predicted, seated at the campfire to take her place beside them.

To himself, Astarion couldn't help smiling. While he rightfully thought he could count this up as his 'one good deed a month' checked off, he was, in a way, also glad he'd stayed. That he could count Karlach - or anyone for that matter - as one of his friends was- strange. But a weird, good kind of strange.

Jackal looked up to see Karlach jogging his way, his face immediately lit up with equal amounts concern and surprise at her good mood. As if knowing he'd be there, he caught Astarion's eye right behind her, a questioning look in his dark eyes. 

Astarion just folded his arms in a shrug and a soft smile, feigning innocence. Like he'd said, this stayed between Karlach and him. Nothing like a few innocuous secrets to spice up a relationship, right?

The other tiefling seemed to narrow his eyes just slightly, but just quirked his lips in a slight smile before turning to Karlach, his focus shifted. 

With a mental pat on the back, Astarion strode back into camp, looking at everyone in their strange gang accounted for. As it should be. 

Though, at the sight of seeing Scratch snoozing happily in his tent, not before coming to the horrifying realization that he still couldn't fucking whistle.

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🥀Cw: smut, sub!vox, dry humping, pillow humping, thigh riding, little bit of somno

🥀minors dni

when it comes to dry humping, vox gets SOOO humiliated

he gen enjoys it more than actual sex, theres just something so achingly desperate about grinding against someone, too impatient to even take off your clothes

vox is soooo sensitive, but he would rather die (again) then admit that

he can't even sit on your lap without squirming, he just can't stay still, not with the "accidental" pressure you're applying to his already hard cock

he would probably try to subtly (not subtly) bring it up in a conversation once, he thinks hes soooo slick about it but in reality you can see right through his bravado

when you pull vox onto your lap to make out he audibly whines, his legs wrap perfectly around your waist and his hips r already squirming as you kiss him stupid

hes practically a bitch in heat when you both r grinding against eachother, after a long day all he wants is to he put in his place and fucked out of his mind, and loves battling for dominance while humping against you likes hes in heat

its pathetic really

sometimes he'll glitch out and truly be unable to stop himself, his mind is just so pathetically blank and fuzzy that he just can't help it, his body has a mind of its own as he ruts against you in a frenzy, small, plessurable sparks spreading across your skin

sometimes you'll come into his office while hes working and straddle him, he gets a hard on in seconds and can't help but buck his hips up against yours while he shields his face in shame

vox has a wild imagination, i mean, he has access to the entire internet at any given time, IMAGINE how filthy his wet dreams are

he def humps you in his sleep, whimpering your name and grinding down against you

he has the sweetest little unfiltered whines when hes sleeping, and more often than not will come in his pants just from rutting against you

vox def likes riding your thigh while working too, you can't help but tease him and start bouncing your knee as his claws dig into the desk, his mind going absolutely fuzzy from pleasure as he desperately tries to stay composed

he gets off on how humiliating and humbling the position is, the fact that one of hell's strongest overlords is grinding on his partner's thigh in a semi-public place where anyone could walk in? it only turns him on more

vox's preferred form of masturbation is humping something, you can't tell me otherwise

sometimes he'll be laying in bed, missing the warmth of your body, and he can already feel himself going painfully hard and horny. vox can't even get off on his own without you, its just so pathetic but his hand never feels like yours and no sex toy could imitate your perfect hole. so, vox opts for hugging the nearest pillow to his chest, slowly dragging it down to his crotch, not even bothering to remove his clothes as he drags his hips against the material. vox'll moan you name, the movements of his hips growing more sporadic as his head clouds over with pleasure until hes fully straddling the pillow, grinding down against it and panting as he cums in his pants. he's exhausted, yet he finds himself still impossibly hard, unable to stop desperately humping the pillow below him like a bitch in heat while thoughts of you swirl in his fuzzy mind.

he has the most delicious, fucked-out look on his face as he grinds deliriously for what feels like hours, until his body finally gives up and collapses, the pillow still clamped between his legs as he takes deep, shuddering breaths as his lust begins to calm down

what if i wrote a full fic about reader walking in on vox humping a pillow, and instead of helping him, forces him to continue and just gets off while watching him struggle.... haha.... jk.... unlesss....

in will prob make this into a scenario later heheee i love putting this man in situations

[hana-no-seiiki]

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

YANDERE! ACTOR OC x IDOL! READER x YANDERE! FAN OC

— inspired by oshi no ko & lana del ray’s pretty when you cry. ff: did you know i was gonna have my usernames in social medias be “akumarine” which mixes my two fixations att (oshi no ko & iruma)? no? well now you do!

tw/cw: yandere themes; mentions of seggs and substances but no smut. mentions of non-con. reader is a cold-hearted bastard. substance use. character death. murder. reader gets called pretty (but that’s a gn term so fite me). necrophillia.

this was inspired by uh… one of gen’s stories. let’s say. and mr. devil’s stoner reader.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“I’ll wait for you babe, that’s all I do, babe.”

GENIUSES WERE BORN, NOT CREATED

That was the mindset Kahliel had. Some people were literally and figuratively born different. Only a select few were able to gaze into the intricacies of their craft and tune it to heights others could only imagine.

You were one such genius. It only took one gaze to understand that. You saw the set in ways even he didn’t account. The lighting, the blocking, and the subtle body language, the angles of which you thrived in. He only heard of your amazing work as an idol, how you manage to look entrancing in every shot and moment, how you are able to mesmerize even those that swore they hated you.

But genius, true geniuses also have one other trait Kahliel recognized. It was their heartless nature.

You two met on set years ago as young adults. It was one of his earlier works as the main actor. Not a film, but a musical. Even then he could see the void in your eyes. Your cold demeanor repelled the people around you. He could have never expected that kind of performance from a person who seemed to hate even the regular ground they walked on, much more the stage.

That musical launched him to stardom and led to you two having sex for the first time.

“All those special times I spent with you, my love. They don’t mean shit compared to all your drugsz”

It was embarrassing really. Kahliel had no time and therefore no prior experience on such things. But you just looked so pretty underneath the blue dim lighting of the club the afterparty was held in. A drink, maybe a couple of weed later and you found yourselfs in a dingy motel’s bedroom. Entangled in eachother’s bodies, the scent of sex, sweat and the strongest of all — puke wafting through the air.

He couldn’t believe it. He admired you for quite a bit. Sure you are stoic, standoffish. But there were times you’d defend him from other people on set. You weren’t cruel and unfair.

At least, he thought you were.

Kahliel was proud of his performance as an actor. So, as you left him that night. Without so much as a farewell. He does not cry.

He does not weep.

Even as his heart was shattering.

HE MEETS YOU AGAIN ON MUSIC VIDEO SET. YOUR MUSIC VIDEO’S SET.

And it took him everything not to run up to you. He had not heard about you at all after the musical. Too focused with his own career and distraught by the way you treated him and left, he threw himself into acting, partying, fucking other actors and actresses — heck even randos or fans who’d take his money and shut up about it. It was only by destiny’s design that you two cross paths again.

“[Y/N]?”

“Yes?”

Indifference. The same look you gave him way back then. Like he was just dirt underneath your shoe. You probably don’t even remember that you’ve slept with him once before. Much less the kindness you spared when everyone else looked down at him. The very reason he entrusted his virginity to you.

But then, there was also something else. Your eyes were blood-shot. Your countenance, despite being as heavenly as he remembered, showed signs of deterioration.

You were high.

“No, I just wanted to give you these. As a token of acting together once again.” He said as he presented a large bouquet of spider-lilies, practically blinding you with its reds.

“Thank you. Leave them over there.” You pointed to a corner with a grateful smile.

Later on, he saw you throwing his gift in the trash. Not a hint of emotion on your face.

“But I don’t really mind, I’ve got much more than that.”

Viné was a fan of yours from the very beginning. Under the pseudonym Grapevine, he’d post regular updates. Essentially he stalked you for a living. He had a day job of course. But his true passions lied with watching you on the daily

You’ve gotten sloppy lately. You almost never check your gifts from him. Accepting them eagerly. Not a care in the world if they were bugged or with a tracker.

He used to think that it was terrible how you got into substances. Worried how it’d impact your health and performance on stage and screen. But now, now he reveled in it.

Viné already knew where you lived of course. But there were times where you’d move all of sudden or where he wasn’t free to check on you.

Now, his hands trembled in ecstasy as he watched you in your room.

But you were with someone else.

Viné didn’t care for much aside from what you starred in, and even in those songs or films all he could focus on was you.

So who was this man standing in your room as you were drugged out? Pushing you unto your bed with a grin so wide it hurt just to look at it.

Viné stared as this man defiled you. He watched as he saw him squeezed you tight, smothering his filthy lips all over your body.

You . . .

You were betraying him.

How could you do this to him? He supported you all this this time but this is how he gets repaid? A free show to watching his god be with someone else?

He does not watch the rest of the live-show. Utterly disgusted by your behavior and cheating.

He quickly made his way through the mess and trash strewn all over his house and grabbed a dull knife from the kitchen. He sets off into the night.

He had to teach you a lesson.

The two men, despite your arms going limp, continued their actions. Unaware that you had choked on your own vomit a while ago.

A smile was etched on your face, pretty as it always was.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[fluttershyzxy]

appledash next gen!,

(ignore that old design i made for her shh)

her name is zap apple and she is the first pegasus of the apple family (besides rd ofc)

she tends to call applejack ‘ma’ and rainbow ‘mom’

she’s energetic and VERY competitive (just like her parents teehee)

she was created using alicorn magic, and dash and ajs love for eachother and passion for a child. applejack was the volunteer to go through the pregnancy (no chance of getting rainbow to do it LMAO), and lets just say… the pregnancy wasnt very smooth (as in aj was either yelling, crying or sleep drunk 24/7, no inbetween. and she also couldn’t help w farm chores and yelled at dashie every time she did something differently or ‘wrong’ to how she would do it ahahaha)

when they told the apple family what zap’s name was gonna be they all burst into tears (in a good way)

twilight was the one who found the spell to grant them the possibility of having kids. its a 50/50 chance,, she was also the one who performed the spell for them.. ohh and uh,, they also had to uh.. have s3x to make it work lmao ( idk it would just seem weird for them to have a kid w both their dna without having it )

her nickname is zappy !!

she loves baking but is very clumsy when in the kitchen..

(aj also has a panic when zap steals her hat, like image above,(rd encourages it cuz she finds it funny))

she has a little country twang to her voice, but its hardly visible unless she spends too much time with the apple clan lmao

applejack braids her hair for her <3 (rainbow tried and failed)

[pedrithink]

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last updated: july 12th, 2023

social media fics

opposites attract - kylian mbappé

where there is golden retriever! kylian and his black cat girlfriend.

it girl - kylian mbappé

kylian is dating the gen’s it girl and can't help but be a simp for her.

unknown - kylian mbappé

kylian dates a person outside the media and fans find out about her.

love to hate me - kylian mbappé

kylian dates messi's eldest daughter and the media always talks that messi doesn't like him, they really don’t know the truth.

liverpool fan - jude bellingham

jude bellingham got a liverpool fan girlfriend and fans go crazy.

couple goals - kylian mbappé

you and kylian being the best celebrity couple ever.

break up - kylian mbappé

the media spreads that you and kylian broke up.

the sister of my best friend - jude bellingham

request: can you do an instagram au where the reader is trent's sister and soft launches her relationship with jude?

celebrity - pedri gonzález

request: hey, love your works a lot❣️ could you maybe do a social media fic where news report that pedri is dating this very famous celebrity and everyone is like :00 how?? but also WOW!! ;;; tyyy <;33

traitor - kylian mbappé

your boyfriend cheated on you, but you know someone much better.

secret - pedri gonzález

everyone thinks you and gavi are dating, but you have eyes for someone else.

mother’s day - kylian mbappé

celebrating your first mother's day.

my home - jude bellingham

jude and his low profile girlfriend.

london boy - jude bellingham

david beckham! daughter

you and i - jude bellingham

request: maybe you could do Jude and his girlfriend through different stages of their relationship

we find love - jude bellingham

request: can i request a jude x reader smau where the reader was jude's childhood bst, but they lost contact when they were younger (maybe around 10/11) bcos the reader had to move countries? then in one of jude's recent interviews, he talks about her and how he used to support him a lot but he doesn't know where she is and his fans find her for him

friends into strangers - jude bellingham

friends into strangers.

the other woman - mason mount

you will be always the other woman to some fans, but for mason you are the only one.

lost in paradise - jude bellingham

everyone thinks that you and jude have broken up.

surprise - jude bellingham

request: hi can you do where jude's camera pictures get leaked and everyone knows who his gf is.

private - jude bellingham

jude being a fool for you and you not giving a “damn” about him. reader! trent’s best friend.

no pics - jude bellingham

fans notice that you don't post many pictures showing your face.

birthday - jude bellingham

posts for jude’s birthday through the years.

changes - mason mount

mason joined manchester united and with all this hate, fans think that you should break up with him.

hate to love me - jude bellingham

request: gf that gets hated on for being jude’s gf and he defends her

one shots

i don’t feel alright - kylian mbappé

you went for the first time with kylian to a party, but you didn’t expect to see his ex-girlfriend.

“no makeup makeup” test - kylian mbappé

you do the "no makeup makeup" test with kylian and get an unexpected reaction.

icks - pedri gonzález

you do the "icks about eachother" trend with pedri.

thirst tweets - kylian mbappé

kylian and you sit down to read the thirstiest tweets.

forgetfulness - pedri gonzález

pedri forgot your birthday.

10 times - kylian mbappé

the ten times kylian realized he loves you.

marry you - kylian mbappé

kylian proposes to you, he won the world cup and you in the same night.

pain - kylian mbappé

kylian feels insecure with everything people say about him and you remind him of who he really is.

understand - jude bellingham

you and jude have had a disagreement during vacation, but you always know how to solve your problems in the best possible way.

mini series

love is not easy - kylian mbappé

everything seems more difficult when you are the shadow of your older sister and Kylian and her are in love with each other. part 2 / part 3

prenuptial - kylian mbappé

you and kylian are getting married and the subject of the prenuptial agreement comes into play, but kylian is not so sure about this. part 2

[smittenmittenz]

Miguel O'Hara SFW Headcanons (x GN Reader) How The Relationship Develops!

Because there are almost none that I see and agree with, and too many are NSFW and uncharacteristic.

(no hate /gen, do whatever tf u want idc)

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Miguel O'Hara x GN Reader because I said so.

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When you meet:

When you first meet it's all cold, no instant spark for him anyways. Ofc you seem him and you're like "wow he's handsome!" but all he sees is another person, nothing special. It's not your fault, this man is just closed off for his own reasons.

You try talking to him: he gives you blunt and short responses.

You try to joke with him: if it's funny he'll smile...maybe even exhale through his nose while doing so. If it's crude or not his type of humor, he won't even turn to look your way and instead will turn away from you and give you something to do to make you go away.

What's his type of humor? I like to think it's the "smartass" type of humor but not in an overbearing type of way. The type of humor that comes naturally- i picture it as you responding with a little snark when he's bossy or something. It's often a hit or miss with him. He'll start smiling more the more you guys know eachother.

If you get his number for whatever reason and you try texting him, he WILL leave you on read if you text him about stuff outside of missions/work. If you bring it up, he'll just tell you that it's not personal and that he doesn't like texting.

If you compliment him he will say thank you, he's cold but not mean. Something like "Thank you for helping me with this, I like coming to you for 'x' because you're really smart and explain stuff nicely." However if the compliment has some sort of ulterior motive (think catcalling) he'll definitely glare at you and either not respond or say "ok". (just don't flirt right away...he literally does NOT KNOW YOU.)

For the love of God please keep your gaze respectful, he might not have a spider sense but he's not dumb.

With that in mind, if you try to pry into his personal backstory too early he will most likely not open up to you about it until wayyyyyyy later since he'll trust you less for being so nosey. Let HIM open up naturally.

Don't call him moody.

How do you become friends? It depends on him, he definitely chooses (and is picky with) who he wants to get close to, so really you have no say and can't do anything to make him like you, so yeah, even if you're conventionally attractive it won't affect how he feels about you LMAOOOO. IMO he has a sort of switch in his head that goes "...okay, I like this person, I should try being friends with them."

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When you guys are friends:

I'd like to think the friendship is made official when he vocalizes that he cares about the safety of you. Hmmmmmmmm, I'd imagine him being like "Hey, take care of yourself out there." Something sweet and short, and he'll make eye contact with you through it. And for once, his expression is calm and his eyebrows aren't furrowed.

Speaking of which, you will definitely see him smile more and you will occasionally catch his expression soften when you show up.

You two will start talking about how your days went. He never did this in the beginning when he didn't know you.

He'll tell you some non-personal stuff about him like his favorite coffee and lunch, his favorite color...only if you ask though. He's not the type to just say that stuff on his own.

Before, he'd rather be alone than be with you. Now that you're friends, he'd like to listen to you talk about yourself while he stays quiet and listens. Perhaps you ramble on about something you're passionate about and he's typing away. And when you pause for whatever reason, he'll say that he's still listening.

You have now unlocked the ability to have conversations with Miguel 🙌

They're short convos but they mean a lot to the both of you, even if they're about what you'll be having for lunch that day.

Speaking of food lol, if you bring him coffee he'll smile and give you a thank you. If you treat him to lunch he'll probably say yes. Probably. If he's overstimulated or overwhelmed from work he'll say "no, thank you." Also don't ask him all shy and stuff, ask him genuinely.

Not a fan of self deprecating talk, if you're friends he will try his best to cut it short and provide some comfort like "that's not true" and will give you reasons as to why. However if it's overbearing (like you do it CONSTANTLY) he will try to pull away from you. Mans is constantly stressed about the multiverse, talking to a friend should be his time to relax a little.

Friendship bracelets...I think he'd think they're corny but he would wear one if it's not too funny looking. Like the ones made from threads of matching colors... he wouldn't wear the ones with the BFF beads lol.

If you're both working in the same space and it's too quiet, he'll probably start a little convo, hearing you talk is comforting. That being said though sometimes he likes the quiet cus it's calm.

Give him self care tips in a nice way and he'll genuinely appreciate it. I think if you're well put together he'll even ask you lol! He'd ask what you'd think is the best to use to diminish the look of eye bags.

Text him and he'll respond, it'll be short but it'll be a response. He'll also reach out first sometimes to check in on you. "Hey how's your day been?"

On that note, it's safe to say that Miguel is not up to date with current memes, but again he's not dumb. If you send him those funny cat videos/pics he will find it amusing, will probably not laugh irl but will smile because he finds it funny that you find it funny.

He will download Pinterest (you told him that's where you get your memes from) and will scroll on it during his free time, if he spots some meme he knows you'd like he'd send it to you, saying it reminded him of you.

Playful banter is welcomed, encouraged only when he is the one starting it. You can start the banter yourself, but just make sure he's in the mood for it.

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The spark ignites inside of Miguel:

He'll be the one initiating conversations a lot more often, and you'll notice it.

He'll surprise you with lunch! He'll know your fave foods from all the chats you guys had as friends, and has some sort of keen sense as to what you are craving that day specifically.

This one is a bit more funny, but if you tease him by being a little mean (you can now that he has that little spark ignited), he'll turn away from you, but keep himself in view enough for you to see his signature pout. He will look down at the ground and smile before coming up with a comeback, which always usually beats your initial jab.

He'll teach you some words in Spanish if you want him to, but be warned that he'll take his job as your Spanish teacher very seriously. His expression will be serious... he will randomly speak a sentence in Spanish to test you, and if you don't understand him he'll tease the absolute shit out of you. One sentence turns into three, turns into a whole conversation starter.

If you respected the backstory thing, by now he'll open up about it with you privately. The spark being ignited means that he sees something between the both of you he wants to pursue, and that means that he wants to be fully honest with you from now on.

That being said, if you decide to lie about something to him and he finds out during this stage, he'll throw the relationship back to just friends for a good time... I'd say the bond is broken forever but hey you never know right? I think it depends on the lie tbh.

If you're shorter, he'll pat your head once before you go away from him, maybe even mess with your hair a bit (if you're okay with that ofc, shout-out to my curly haired ppl, taking care of our hair is not for the weak and even if it was Miguel O'Hara messing it up I'd be pissed off). If you're taller, he'll swipe his hand up on your back. (hopefully you can picture that sorry lol.)

He will appreciate hugs from you in this stage! Ofc you need to ask him first, don't wanna catch him in a bad mood, he'll feel suffocated if you hug him while he's angry.

On that note, if you're leaving and say "...What, no hug goodbye?" he'll definitely smirk and cross his arms... playfully will pretend to ponder while looking at the ground, and will respond "...Fine, I guess you can have one". He will hug you tightly to tease you back.

Remarks about how he looks will now be appreciated, and I think he'd put more effort into how he looks like for you. Keep it classy though.

If he's quiet because he's upset/angry, he'll avoid you. He just doesn't wanna explode around you.

Will take you out on an official date (yippee!) and depending on the type of person you are (whether or not you like restaurants as a first or a picnic) he'll do his best to dress accordingly (restaurant = suit, picnic = nice t-shirt and jeans).

Will ask what you think about his outfits. Be honest with him, honesty is the best policy.

Will ask for advice regarding work, he never did this as friends. He likes to think his way is the best way, but... he's starting to care a lot about you and what you think too.

Will get you a gift occasionally, not randomly. I think during holidays and on your b-day. He never did this as friends. He even asks to hang out with you on these days. :3

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The relationship:

He will be the one to make things official, he'll do this by getting you a nice piece of jewelry and planning a date somewhere he knows you'd love. Definitely the type to say "Can I be your boyfriend?"

Every time he sees you he'll smile, unless he's angry. If he's angry his eyebrows will just relax (expression softens in general) but he'll still be frowning. You'll always be able to soften his heart, but it'll be like a meter, you know?

When you gotta go, if you're shorter he'll hug you and press his cheek against your head, will give you a forehead kiss depending on the mood, will always tell you to stay safe and that he loves you. If you're taller he'll hug you and press his forehead against your chest to feel your heartbeat lol, in this scenario i see you being the one to kiss his forehead and he lets you.

Texts you updates, and in general more often. Will call you, he never did this before now.

Will hang out with you more, I think he'd even take days off routinely to spend them with you. Like Saturdays and Sundays he leaves and lets someone take care of his work- but he'll occasionally pop in to check in on them via text to make sure stuff at work is alright.

Every breakfast, lunch, and dinner is now between the both of you. A nice break from work.

Will let you touch him, for example running your hand up and down his arm, holding his hand, giving his face kisses/quick pecks. He appreciates all of your touches.

In general you will see him soften up more, he's less angry (still has his days, T-T), and is seen smiling more by the people around him too.

After some time (1/2 yrs) he will ask for you to move in with him.

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Thanks for reading, imma do another post that has random headcanons too and not relationship based ones :3

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[malanasims]

Taylor Swift Eras themed Legacy Challenge

i wanted to put together two of my favorite things: the sims and Taylor Swift. so i came up with this 10 generation legacy challenge in which each generation is inspired by a different album. I created this challenge for the sims 2 ultimate collection since that is the game i normally play, but i am sure it can be adapted for sims 3 or sims 4. i also implemented the traits project for ts2 but you can easily do the challenge without it using different personality points. i set up this challenge so that each generation alternates genders but you can switch that up. i also chose first names for each generation based on references of the album. also some of the writing is very cheesy and has a lot of references because why not go crazy. this is my first legacy challenge so if you have any critiques let me know. the rules are not strict and cheats can be used as its a story-based challenge.

Debut- Gen 1: Mary

“Take me home where we met so many years before. 

We'll rock our babies on that very front porch: After all this time, you and I”

You grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other. Your parents never had the greatest relationship and your mom was always with her best friend. Since birth you and her kid have been inseparable. Will you fall into the same patterns as your parents…or will you find a place in this world?

family/romance 

LTW: reach golden anniversary

nurturing, jealous, loves the outdoors, great kisser, family oriented

marry your first love

have 2 children (at least one son)

formal wear is a little black dress

Fearless- Gen 2: Stephen 

“You played in bars, you play guitar

I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are”

Your parents raised you well but something about the fact that they only ever knew each other scares you. You want to get out there and make a name for yourself. You know no ones coming for you on their white horse. You’ll have to be fearless to become a superstar: but for now all you have is your mothers eyes and her old guitar.

fortune/pleasure

virtuoso, charismatic, irresistible, ambitious, non-committal

LTW: become rock god

go on at least 5 first dates

have at least one daughter

date a fan

Speak now- Gen 3: Emma

“When Emma falls apart, it's when she's alone

She takes on the pain and bears it on her own”

You often felt overlooked by your rockstar father. He was always busy and you spent most of your time with your mother until her mysterious disappearance. You feel like you grew up too fast, and now you love to travel back to your youth and fantasize about castles and dragons. So you become an actress; a character. Will you break out of your fathers famously destructive patterns, or will you regain your balance on the tightrope and break out before fire can catch you?

popularity/romance

LTW: Become Icon

natural born performer, childish, bookworm, shy, hopeless romantic

your first love doesn't work out/ you break their heart

have at least one son

have a strained relationship with your father but a good relationship with your mother

meet your true love at a party and then never see eachother again

Red- Gen 4: Bobby

“How you took the money and your dignity, and got the hell out

They say you bought a bunch of land somewhere

Chose the rose garden over Madison Square”

You grew up in the starlight of your mothers fame. You two were always close but after suffering from the tabloids and the camera flashes you decide this life is not for you. You move out of the Angel City and start anew. Your mother has given you some funds and you build up a family home. You tell everyone you left because the city wasn’t right for you… but maybe it was partly to run from your playboy/girl ex who you know was trouble. Now you spend your life painting and searching for your muse. Will you stay paralyzed by time or finally begin again?

Knowledge/family

LTW: become visionary

artistic, eco friendly, night owl, loves the cold, loner

Have an on and off toxic relationship

Move out of your parents house

Settle down with someone nice

Have 3 children (at least one girl)

1989- Gen 5: Love

“You searched the world for somethin' else

To make you feel like what we had

And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad”

You grew up secluded from the world, surrounded by your mothers paintings. Your mom loved the environment but you couldn’t wait to get out of the woods and explore new places. Somewhere along the road, you fell into a rabbit hole of insanity: mascara running in the bathroom and rose gardens filled with thorns. You blow money and string lovers along. You have fantastic delusions until your wildest dreams turn into nightmares. Will you accept the help from your family and abandon your affinity for screaming, crying and perfect storms? Or will every day continue to be a battle?

knowledge/pleasure

LTW: Become space pirate

Insane, unstable, diva, adventurous, jealous

Join the adventurer career

Have 3 loves at once

Have children with multiple people (one must be boy/girl twins)

Lose money in poker

Reputation- Gen 6: Burton (the name is so bad help)

“I don't like your kingdom keys

They once belonged to me

You asked me for a place to sleep

Locked me out and threw a feast”

Yeah, your mother may have done a number on you, but who's counting? Maybe your twin sister… Everything you did, she just had to do better. In the wake of your mother’s madness, you turned to dancing. You found peace in swaying as the room burnt down. Your twin sister on the other hand hated how you were lit up every room you walked into, but you couldn’t help it. There's nothing she hates more than what she can't have… so she turned to sabotage. Just when you think that your life is perfect- you're at the top of your career and you finally found love- your sister starts a rumor that you cheated on your love. Your reputation as a famous dancer goes down in seconds. But to your surprise, your lover isn't reading what they call you lately and your relationship is stronger than ever. Will you get revenge on your sister and become exactly what you despise, or sit back and let karma take over?

Popularity/romance

LTW: Become world class ballerina

Party animal, irresistible, social butterfly, hot headed, unlucky

Be enemies with your twin sister

Never be unfaithful

Have a bad reputation

Have at least one daughter

Lover- Gen 7: Cornelia

“I’d be a fearless leader, I'd be an alpha type

When everyone believes ya, what's that like?”

You've always known you wanted to change the world. Who cares if you were overlooked and discouraged. Snakes and stones won’t break your bones. You never had a big family as your father walked away from his. Sometimes it gets lonely trusting the wicked, and your loyalty was often a fault. You turn to politics to combat your feelings of helplessness, but no one takes you seriously and you feel lost in the light. You have to start from the ground up with the help of your best friend. You start to build your picture-perfect life: the kids, the lyrical smiles and the power. Will you drive away your lover by searching for their dark side, or will you put aside your ways and find the daylight?

Popularity/family

LTW: Become mayor

Good, easily impressed, brave, unlucky, perfectionist

Fall in love with your best friend

Have 10 best friends

Have children (at least one son)

Folklore- Gen 8: James

“I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting

I didn't know if you'd care if I came back

I have a lot of regrets about that”

You grew up trying to meet the expectations of your politician mother. Everything had to be picture perfect, even your private life. So she set you up with the daughter of one of the most powerful families in town, Betty. At first you are skeptical, but over time you fall for her integrity and affinity for old cardigans. Along the way you begin to feel stuck, tired of the sensual politics and your mother’s watchful eye. That's when you meet August -the polar opposite of Betty- and some part of you has to know what she is like. You meet in parking lots and dive bars, but after Betty finds out, you realize that summer is dwindling. In wake of losing two girls, you turn to writing: poetry and sad prose. You get lost in your stories, but once you start to gain traction, you can’t help but wonder how different your life could have been. Will you rekindle your wild flame with August or go back to the peace you felt with Betty?

knowledge/ romance

LTW: Publish 5,000$ best seller*

Great kisser, coward, bookworm, brooding, commitment issues

Fall in love with Betty

Fall in love with August

Confess to cheating on Betty

Write novels

Move into a cottage by a lake

Finally choose the one girl

Have at least one daughter with her

Evermore- Gen 9: Ivy

“And the skeletons in both our closets

Plotted hard to fuck this up

And the old men that I’ve swindled

Really did believe I was the one”

You always resented your father because he abandoned the good life for a cottage in the woods and his stories. You don’t want that; you want power and wealth. You don't need love, just a fancy car. So you turn to crime, because it’s easy for you; you love the gold rush. You con men and no one will ever prove it. You marry rich men and inherit their money when their time runs out. But then one day you meet your match, a fellow criminal, and wonder if this life will really bring you happiness. But you realized this a little too late, and now you're forced to drink your husband's wine… but he was the wrong guy. Will you leave the life of crime behind or will you stay frozen in time?

Fortune/pleasure

LTW: Gold digger

Kleptomaniac, genius, charismatic, mean-spirited, rebellious

Go into the criminal career

Marry a rich sim

Fall in love with a criminal and have an affair

Have a son

Midnights- Gen 10: Snow

“And I don't dress for villains

Or for innocents

I'm on my vigilante shit again”

You knew your mom wasn’t the most ethically-correct person. You like to think you inherited her better half; but that isn’t entirely true. You are determined to be different, so you become a spy; you get the satisfaction of working for the good guys and the pleasure that comes with great wars. Being a spy is difficult though, and you never know when things could go wrong. You are constantly burning files and deserting old lives. But you’re a mastermind, nobody can deny that. You finally meet your perfect person, but it's hard concealing your true occupation from them. You have money and respect… But can all of that pay for someone to just know you?

Fortune/knowledge

LTW: Become head of the SCIA

Perceptive, disciplined, loner, proper, daredevil

Join the intelligence career

Move homes at least twice

The rest is up to you since it is the last generation 

*50 new LTW mod can be found here

if anyone decides to do this challenge tag me! i'd love to see it

[acid-comet]

Someone asked me for my rant on MLP Gen 5 so ima post as much as i can remember here.

I wanted to redesign Sunny Starscout and Izzy MoonBow. Sunny is gonna be mule based and Izzy crystal pony based, also i personally believe gen 5 is in their teens compared to gen 4 in their college-adulting age. I hate that she calls herself a princess... like i dont like that mlp treats alicorns as a royalty thing and not a demi-god thing but Sunny just ticks me off bad

Gen 5 has minimal and uninteresting story, character personality, character design, etc. Most of the main cast look like background recolor ponies, their designs have nothing to 'grasp on to' and their personalities dont have anything to care for or about. And their names SUCK! They tried to continue a; Twilight Sparkle and Lyra Heartstrings, type name but failed. Their all duplicates of eachother besides their personal 'thing': Main pony, artsy pony, influencer pony, tomboy pony, guy pony, weirdly in-depth character pony.

Whats worse than that is looking at the concepts. Their new gen had decent concepts, but seeing that they were going to recreate gen 4 was devastating. Monster high is doing the same thing?? They have the same characters but with small tweaks and differences. i think it would have been easier to just remake gen 4 instead of making a new gen, ugh.

Also the story doesnt make since/ sounds so weird if its the same timeline as gen 4 but n/a time passed. Gen 4 ended with P!Twi making a school for magic for all races, and gen 5 opens up to REVERYONE separated? By race and pony race?? And everyones left in the dark about it since none of the main cast are relevant enough to know, and no one to give that info besides the villain but why would she just tellnthe audience??? if everyone separated again wouldnt Windigos be affecting this? Wouldnt a windigo villian make more since than a continuity error 'alicorn'???

Theres more to add but i cant think without combining my own headcannon in right now, bleh.

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The double ace's of 4th gen, AKIØ and HAN of Stray Kids are a force to be reckoned with. When they get together on a stage it is bound to be a fire performance, but what are they like off the stage? Especially when surrounded by screaming STAYs and flashing lights?

ෆ contents - crowding, mentions of anxiety

ෆ word count - 666 (not intentional i swear)

ෆ note - i feel bad for not adding as much dialogue between them but i think actions speak louder sometimes 🤩

"Alright everyone, let's get movin'!" came the enthusiastic voice of Chan. Stray Kids had just finished promotions in Japan and were headed back to Korea for other activities. As the kids filed into the cars that were chauffeuring the group to the airport, two members silently dreaded their imminent arrival at said airport. The double ace duo, Han and Aiko, were known to be savages on stage, always killing it and giving it their all. But off stage, they're a bundle of anxious idols. The members took their seats in pairs, while Chan sat with their manager in the front, and soon the ride began. Aiko sat next to Han and they gave each other a comforting look.

When the group arrived at the Tokyo airport, they could already hear and see the sea of fans and camera's, all waiting to catch a glipse of the idols. Aiko didn't like this part of her job, at the airport, you're judged for everything, from how you walk, what you're wearing, how you interact with fans, and how you handle crowds. Neither Han nor Aiko were particularly good at that last one. Aiko grabbed Han's hand and they shared another look of fondness. Han was Aiko's escape from reality, someone who she could be completely herself without any filters or restrictions, and it was the same for Han. The ace duo made their way out of the car holding onto eachother for comfort, eyes adjusting to the light of both the sun and the cameras flashing at lightning speed.

The group stood there for a minute as they waited for staff and managers to get situated, and also for the fans and paparazzi to get their fill of pictures that'll be posted on every platform available. The wind was particularly strong that day and Aiko's hair kept blowing in her face, it was made worse since her hair was so long. But this made her the target of receiving the most cameras shoved into her face. She loved STAYs, she truly did, in fact they're the only one's Aiko would allow to be this persistent, but these people who acted like they fed off getting into her personal space were beginning to cross a line. The only thing that kept her grounded in this situation was Han at her side, who took the liberty of helping Aiko get her hair out of her face and tied into a ponytail. Aiko was greatful for her older brother and soon they were ready to start walking to their boarding area.

This is where it began, the crowding. Aiko tried her best to keep up with the others and keep a hold of Han but ended getting pushed aside and seperated from both Han and the rest of the group. Panic had begun to flood her senses as she was lost in the crowd of cameras and loud noises. Her breathe quickened a bit as she did her best to catch up with her group, but being smaller than most of the people in the crowd, her pushing did nothing to aid her. As Aiko was starting to think that all hope was lost and she was going to end up being left behind while the others got on the plane, she felt someone grab her arm and pull her close to them. Before she could panic again, she sighed in relief as she realized that it was Han who had rescued her. The older idol placed the younger in front of him and gently guided her to where the rest of the group had gathered up.

The pair let out the breath they didn't know they were holding as they attempted to calm themselves down. The group boarded their plane, with all nine members aboard, and took off. Once again the double ace had been sat next to eachother, and Aiko had rested her head against Han's shoulder, a silent thanks for once again, freeing her from the threats of reality.

©straykidsaiko

Always keep in mind that nothing in this series and in my posts are real! So anything that may seem 'out of character' should be considered as part of a fake universe! <3

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[httpslvr]

more headcanons idk

connor can js like always land on his feet. but only when like falling or sliding or smth, he can and will bump into a table n fall on his face. makes for some super cool superhero moves tho

markus loves the color orange. everyone finds him weird.

NO CLUE if ive said this before (probs have sorry), but markus can go from respected leader to leo manfred’s annoying little brother (can we PLEASE get more sibling relationship w these two? maybe? idk bug ask ig) with zero transition. like, “look out! the man who js have androids rights has js put a fake bug on ur pillow!” kinda shit idk

markus LOVES to push hank’s buttons. like, dude leave the poor grandpa alone!! thats ur bf’s dad (or bf/ex idfk u can decide that one)

jericrew has fallen asleep in a pile on top of eachother more than once!!!!!!!!!!

connor n simon were super awkward around each other at first lmao. simon was terrified that connor was gonna snap n kill everyone n connor was terrified that simon was gonna snap n take random children hostage. they, QUICKLY, realized that both of these thoughts were irrational. they r now v close

connor, the two tracis u see at the eden club, n rupert r all some weird little friend group. idk where i got this thought but i did!! n it wont leave!! please help!!

sometimes markus’ replacement parts will pop out random. android doctors i forgot the word, connor, simon, n KAMSKI have all tried n figure out whats wrong w him. absolutely nothing. it js happens. it has (more than once) happened in the middle of a v important meeting, n he scared the shit out of politicians

kara uses mom emojis if that makes sense

yes, im aware that hank’s technically a millennial, but looking at his birth yr hes so close to gen x he would have some of the same.. tendencies. “connor! how do u work this thing!” is probably top five most used phrases in the anderson household

[punkeropercyjackson]

Came up with a Jercy take/au so i remembered those hcs i promised @kitkatperce LMFAO Here you go Sar🤟🏼

Black4Black obviously-Percy's monoracial and Jason's mixed because Sally's afro-dominican third gen inmigrant and the gods are black.Jason's a natural dirty blonde and has brown eyes and lightskin swag /lh

Certified t4t couple.Jason's a wolfgirl turned werewolf-adjacent trans man who's the walking embodiment of positive and healthy masculinity and is fully transitioned with top surgery scars and Percy is a pastel punk trans woman who canonically acts extremely femme eggy so she's a blue hair and pronouns mermaid-esque gamer girl and her new full name,Persephone,was chosen because the og gave her Metamorphose,food that's been blessed by Aphrodite to give the eater their ideal apperance so it's basically hrt for trans people,as a gift and Percy wanted to thank her

Also transhet4transbi demi4demi and autistic4autistic but Percy's got no masking game and Jason's got all of it but he don't play with her ever

They were kinda meant to have a spark in every way-Tons of similarities but a few significant contrasts that don't lead to toxicity but instead them being complimentary and good for eachother,the beef between Zeus and Poseidon and how much Percy fucking despises her dad and Jason wanting to be completely free of Jupiter,Percy's severe older men trauma and Jason's defiement of what men are 'supposed' to be that's influenced by his transmasculinity but also a genuine effort on his part and connection with Percy that women are inherently better caused by the misogyny he also faced pre-egg cracking and even some afterwards from particularly big jerks and Jason being Hazel's pseudo-dad pre-Hoo and Percy being Nico's pseudo-mom before All That Fuckshit.Obviously they're not perfect together based off that last part alone and Jason's mostly a hc but it's certainly better than adultifiying Hazel!!

Percy's tgirl ass was glad to be friends with a guy who was taller than her for once and Jason found her 6' height hot on sight and immediately wanting to shock himself for because JASON THAT'S INNAPPROPRIATE,SHE'S A LADY AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HER!!!!!!(There was minus zero nsfw thoughts going on and he's just a prude)

'She's Lois Lane........But with Aquaman's powers.Does that make sense?'-Jason telling Piper about his Percy love epiphany and she rightfully laughed at him for it and he fumed in humiliation

Piper is a false romantic lead but there's no jealousy on Percy part and none on Piper's part either actually because she never actually liked Jason and only used thinking she did as a heterosexual allusion to avoid confronting her internalized lesbophobia(which is the general term for anti-sapphic in case y'all get mad,i know she's canon unlabeled and mspec)and Jason realized he's transhet instead of bi transmasc like he thought and just had envy of Piper's butch swag so they were on great terms afterwards

Huge on physical touch,quality time and words of affirmation.Percy can't keep her hands to herself once she really falls in deep for him and he's loving every second of it but is completely oblivious to the change,they do parallel play on a daily basis but also share a few special interests now thanks to infodumping and participating in them together and they're training partners and aside from direct verbal validation,they also leave sticky notes with sweet messages('Even if you weren't perfect today,you're still my Superman'-Your Blue Kryptonite/'Hey,the sea may not liked to be restrained but i heard she likes this'-Bolt Boy')and talk good things to others even when they're not around

Outcast gf x Popular bf but they cut the bullshit and go straight to best friends with zero judgement and only sunshine and clear rain.Them getting together by Boo would be forced asf so instead they're a Ghostflower situation:Besties with implied subtle crushes > Significant seperation period causes their hearts to grow fonder and they're fullblast soulmates by choice > They settle into it for a long while so they can be a real couple and true true love.This includes Percy having a Jason tributed hairstyle change as she dyes her faded from gray to white streak sky blue and Jason asking for tons of Percy sculptures to be made in her honor and she's as flattered and flustered and teasing about it as Gwen was and Jason has the rizz Miles does too

Back to the Percy older men trauma thing,i think we all picked up on how Weird And Unnecessary Luke is towards her in canon and i won't get into it so it dosen't get triggering but even though he never dated her,his frequent and looming presence combined with his again canon pedophile status to her own best friends(Annabeth and Thalia)and another friend of hers she felt awful for not keeping an eye on(Silena),he left scars on her regarding manhood that only fueled her transfemininity and hatred of the gods and Apollo in particular due to his treatment of the Hunters and 'history'.Jason's entire Percy appeal is despite the looks,he acts nothing like how boys are taught to and punished if they don't and the closest exception is how gentlemanly and chilvarious is he but even then that's black dude swag specifically

Percy is 4d,Jason is 4c.Her usual style is comics!Starfire hair i.e down to her hips and BIG FLOOF,his is shoulder length and his natural very thick curls.They have wash day together and Percy's uses fruity shampoos and gets Jason to do the same and they try out different looks together-Percy's favorites are butterfly locs,a blk version of mermaid waterfall and jumbo ponytail and Jason's are twists,afropuffs and at one point he got an afro fade with a lightning bolt and Petcy damn near forgot how to breathe

Nico's also black(Maria was black-italian)so cute lil found black family sitch.He could NOT stand Jason's ass at first for no reason,he's just a posessive brat over his big sister slash mom but Jason proved himself not too much into it by defeating Cupid before he even got a hint of what he was tryna get out of him and Jason telling him that he only cared Cupid was forcing him into something earned him lifelong trust.They're an official quartet as off Hoo finale and Jason makes regular trips to the Familia Jackson household and they have both quests and normal adventures and they can be found doing just about anything together from wholesome down to earth activities to buck ass wild supernatural shenanigans

Hazel's also a lesbian and pastel goth so her and Jason's semi-normie ass have a lot of fun getting to know eachother again /gen /pos.Naturally they talk about their gfs with Hazel's love life being as Mabel Pines-esque as she is by herself and Jason is goofy black dad from a sitcom-coded and supports her in her nonchalantly macabe nature and you can just feel the rekindled familial love there like you can Nico and Percy and when Jercy finally have their bio kids,Nico and Hazel become the best Tío and Auntie ever

Jason is Percy's All American Boy in a black biracial kinda way and Percy is Jason's Girl Next Door in an afrolatina kinda way

Something something The Man with his head in the clouds and The Mermaid who keeps her head above the water meet where the sky and the sea do and their worlds are forever transformed by it as they become just one united

And since this is a ships trend with me at this point:Jercy-coded images

[graythegreyt]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!!! Who wants ace/aro fic recommendations for Miraculous Ladybug does anyone want ace/aro fic recommendations. Who am I kidding of course you do get in here

The Ace-ing on the Cake - Sailorchibi

This one is THE Aroace Marichat fanfiction in my mind. After several encounters, Chat and Marinette come to understand that they’re both asexual, and begin to worry how their crushes will accept them knowing this. They have a lot of transparent discussions and they may find that things will work out better for them than they’d ever hoped. This one makes my heart so happy :) This author has a lot of fantastic ace works which I'll also be linking, including

Miles Above 

Aromantic Chloe! Chloe, as Queen Bee, feels a growing sense of dread at being left behind by her friends who are getting into relationships and having less time for their friendship with her. She and Ladybug have a long heartfelt talk about her fears of being abandoned. Everyone knows each other's identities in this, and Ladybug does her best to let Chloe know how much her friends value her.

And the last one by the same author: Lost Cause

Marinette is caught up in the fear that Chat Noir will hate her for wanting to pursue a relationship with Chat Noir while being aromantic, but Tikki is convinced that he’ll just be so glad that she loves him so much. Marinette’s not so sure about that, but with Adrien’s encouragement she takes a leap of faith. Aromantic Marinette!

(pockets full of) Stones - felledstar

Aroace Adrien! Adrien keeps telling his friends that Marinette is just a friend to him, but nobody seems to listen to him. Eventually, tired of not being understood, he does some research of his own and has some revelations. This one has a really valuable narrative of how it feels when people won't listen to how you describe your identity in my opinion!! Adrien isn't left hanging forever though-- his closest friends are willing to put their hearts into understanding him. Hopeful ending.

doing romance - @anna-scribbles

I would be REMISS to leave out doing romance from Annascribbles-- it’s just came out but already addresses a lot of the confusion and indeed dread from not feeling the same ways that other people seem to, for romance. Aroace Adrien struggles with feeling inadequate as a boyfriend-- how can he claim to be in love with someone if just a kiss makes him feel so off?

The Hearts of Monsters - @ladyofcreation (and also the whole Heroes with the Faces of Monsters series honestly.)

This is an alternate universe where the miraculous transform the holders into what are, essentially, monsters-- Mari becomes a huge ladybug creature complete with mandibles and two pairs of arms, and Adrien becomes a cat creature with warped limbs and sharp teeth. While our two heroes aren’t interested in one another romantically, they find that they treasure and love eachother deeply, and that’s enough for them- it’s always been enough. Highly recommend the rest of the series as well!

Honorable mentions (stories that aren't ace but do fit the spirit in my credited opinion. They're also just a real kick to read):

Tangled Ribbons and off book by @sadrien

These two stories do a fantastic job in establishing deep friendships in the characters before they begin to harbour honest romantic intentions, which reads so nicely to me and is also just so so beautiful. Highly recommend either of these!

Boys get Dresses, Girls get Suits - @dragonchris

This one’s a gen story and not focused on romance- instead, Alix tackles gender roles in the school, and her class has her back. Very fun!

OKAY THAT'S IT EVERYONE HAPPY READING AND I HOPE YOUR VALENTINE'S HAS BEEN EVERYTHING YOU HOPED IT WOULD BE!!