#i’m on the edge I stg

[borderlineghost]

They say loneliness is a killer,

well here I am dying…

[arlo-venn]

This is psychological warfare

[book-tease]

i miss julie and the phantoms :(

[feelslikegold]

looooooove when shows make it obvious the character is about to throw up so I can mute and look away thank u thank u thank u <3

[outerspacebisexual]

What Remains in the Wake - Eddie Munson

Part Two of Until the Chaos is Through

Part One - Until the Chaos is Through

Part Three - Blessed Silence After This Mayhem

Part Four - Heinous Regret With No Salvation

Summary: You're left reeling after your boyfriend Eddie's infidelity. It doesn't feel like you'll ever move on, and a tiny part of you wants to go back to him.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: angst, swearing, implied/referenced cheating, again maybe steve x reader if you squint, you have really great friends in this i stg

a/n: HOLY SHIT guys i seriously didn't expect all the love on until the chaos is through! i LOVE reading your thoughts about it. genuinely so many made me laugh so much.

i really hope that you enjoy part two. i got so many requests to be tagged that i couldn't get through them all, so i am sorry about that!

thank you all so much for the support! <3

Masterlist

Your days wasted away into the night after the Halloween party.

You teetered on a razor’s edge between wanting to run straight back to Eddie and wanting to never see him again.

Like today, when laying alone in your room only bought thoughts of missing him. When your covers still smelt like him, and the photos of the two of you stared blankly from their spots on your dresser and the walls and the bedside table, their wide smiles and bright eyes mocking you.

Everywhere you looked, there was Eddie, and you couldn’t bring yourself to leave this little self-proclaimed bubble of ignorance.

Because if you didn’t think about it, it wasn’t real. Eddie was simply on his way over to hang out and spend the night like he used to, and everything was fine.

The night of the party, your friends had stayed with you until mid-morning. They took turns in comforting you as you spent hours sobbing on the couch, crying out against the unfairness of it all. About how stuff like this didn’t happen to people like you.

It didn’t happen to couples who loved each other.

Because you loved him.

And Eddie loved you.

But that affirmation you had been repeating to yourself for weeks held no weight now. It had been your lifeline in all those moments of doubt and insecurity, the one thing that you told yourself over and over and over, assuring you that you were wrong.

And yet, you had been right, despite all the lies you pretended were the truth.

You heard Steve’s car pull into your driveway.

You didn’t get up to let him in. He and the other’s had borrowed your spare key, taking turns in checking in on you after your refusal to leave your house for the third day in a row.

You stayed still, curled up beneath the covers, eyes closed as Steve opened your bedroom door.

“Hey,” he murmured, coming to sit on the edge of your bed.

You didn’t reply, just barely peeking your eyes open, but he didn’t look dejected, he just gave you a tight-lipped smile—one that reeked of pity.

Yesterday, it had been Nancy who came by. She had sat right where Steve was, that same sympathetic look on her face. You hadn’t wanted to talk then either.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, just loud enough for you to hear.

The tears burned the back of your eyes. “I’m fine,” you whispered, but your lip trembled, and Steve was quick to brush his hand over the side of your head.

“You don’t need to lie to me,” he told you, the same softness to his voice as before, as if he, too, was trying to protect the quiet bubble just as much as you were. That was what you told yourself, even though you knew it wasn’t true. “Talk to me.”

Your throat ached as you swallowed back a sob. You’d cried enough these past few days. “I—I don’t know what to do.”

His hand brushed over your head again. “About what?”

“About the love I have for him. I love him, Steve.” Just saying those words out loud had you weeping. “I love him so much and it still wasn’t enough.”

Steve’s hand rested on your shoulder, and he squeezed it just tight enough to make you look up at him. “Y/N, it would have been enough for anyone else. I don’t know why he did what he did, but I do know that it wasn’t because of you.”

“But if I—”

“No,” he cut you off, tone firm—firmer than anyone had been in days. “No. This isn’t on you. This is on him.”

The words should have comforted you. He meant them to be comforting, but they didn’t help. They only caused you to think about Eddie.

And it made you think of the fact that he hadn’t contacted you at all.

He hadn’t tried to call. He hadn’t come over. He hadn’t made any effort to try and talk to you.

Maybe you don’t mean enough to him, that tiny voice whispered. Maybe you weren’t enough for him to even bother to apologise. Maybe he doesn’t want to apologise.

You clamped your eyes shut, trying to block out the awful words that just kept tumbling and turning through your mind.

Steve removed his hand from your shoulder, and you instantly missed the comfort of it.

When you opened your eyes, they fell to him—to his hands—and you frowned.

“What is that?” you asked.

“What?”

You removed your arm from the warmth of your covers to take his hand in yours.

His knuckles were bruised, the middle two split, but they had healed enough to not need to be covered.

Steve tried to pull his hand away, but you held fast. “Steve?”

“I—uh,” He swallowed and looked to the wall, avoiding your eyes. “It’s from the party.”

Your brows furrowed. “You got into a fight?” You had been so focused on yourself that you hadn’t even realised he had been hurt at all, not at the party or over the past few days.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes not leaving your patterned wallpaper. “Sort of.”

You studied his side profile, the way his eyes darted around, his hesitancy to answer your questions.

Steve had been with Jonathan and Nancy most of the night at the party, if you remembered correctly. From the couch at the Roland’s, you had been able to see most of the first floor and you couldn’t recall him getting into a fight. If you had, you would have at least tried to stop him. That man did not need any more knocks to the head. It must have happened upstairs—

It hit you, and you shrunk back.

“Oh,” you said, and this time when he attempted to pull his hand away, you let him.

“I—yeah. Jonathan and I, we—” He cleared his throat, standing. “I should probably go. Do you need anything?”

Jonathan had been at the top of the stairs, but Steve…Steve hadn’t come out until after. Judging by his knuckles, now you knew why. You wondered if Jonathan had even tried to stop him.

You stared at him for a long moment before shaking your head. He rushed out a hurried good-bye, and then your door was pulled shut with barely more than a click.

+

School was the absolute last place you wanted to be.

The incident wasn’t common knowledge amongst your peers, but you knew that it was only a matter of time before they found out. Already, hushed whispers trailed you; some sympathetic, some not.

It was also the first time in over two years that you didn’t have Eddie by your side as you walked through the front doors. Even before you got together, you had been friends, and his presence right beside you had become a staple in your life that you never thought you’d lose.

But you had.

The worst part was lunch.

As you grabbed your tray, your eyes immediately went to the Hellfire table out of habit, and you stopped short when you realised that you couldn’t sit there anymore.

Eddie wasn’t there in his pride of place at the head of the table, thankfully, but Jeff’s eyes found you, confused as to why you weren’t coming over.

It became obvious that the rest of The Hellfire Club didn’t know.

As you stood there, you wondered if they had known about Eddie and Chrissy. Had they been aware of Eddie’s deals with her? Had you sat across from them every day being the only one in the dark? They were Eddie’s friends first; they didn’t owe you any loyalty. That belonged to their infallible Dungeon Master. Had they humoured you while Eddie snuck out to the—

An arm slipped through yours. “I hear that the band freaks and the school newspaper weirdos have way more fun than D&D nerds,” Robin whispered into your ear as she guided you towards a table at the back of the cafeteria.

You had never been more grateful.

She saw the beholden look on your face and shook her head. “Don’t,” she said softly, and then launched into a spiel about how she had a pop quiz this morning that she most definitely flopped.

Nancy was happy to see you, eyes lighting up as she moved her bag off the table to make a place for you opposite her. Robin dropped into the seat beside you. “Hello, I didn’t expect to see you today.”

You sent Nancy a shy smile. “Yeah,” you said, picking up your fork, “I was surprised, too.”

You had been thinking about skipping school today, and the rest of the week if you were honest, but you knew that it wasn’t going to make a difference about how you were feeling. Your bubble was nothing more than a delusion that you allowed yourself to believe in anyway.

“Well, either way, it’s good to see you here.”

Robin was quick to say, “And to have you sitting with us now. You have no idea the fun we have here.”

You raised a brow. “Oh really?”

“You bet,” she told you, taking a rather large bite out of her sandwich. “Us two? We’re living it up while you losers sit around whining about whatever it is you whine about all day.”

“You don’t have to sell it to me, Rob. I believe you.”

Around a mouthful of food, she said, “Look! You’re already laughing. Proof!”

True to her word, you were grinning wider than you had in nearly a week. Being by yourself for so long had only allowed you to stew in your own self-pity. Being here, with your friends who were trying so hard to help you?

That was worth braving the school corridors for.

Robin placed a hand on your arm. “Oh, did you hear about Lucas’s basketball game? He wasn’t benched—” She immediately cut herself off as her eyes flew to something—or someone—behind you.

You tensed, already not liking the way her eyes bulged as she beheld who stood there.

“Um, Y/N? Can I please talk to you?” Chrissy’s voice was quiet, so much so that you almost missed it as you turned to look at her.

She fiddled with the sleeves of her varsity cheer jacket, the one she always wore, the one you knew that she wore when she would see Eddie.

“W-What?” you managed.

She swallowed, eyes darting around at the stares that came with being the Queen of Hawkins High. “I—I would like to talk to you, please.” She pulled the sleeve of her jacket particularly hard, and it displaced the neckline of her shirt just enough to reveal a tiny patch of discoloured skin on her collarbone.

Your throat suddenly felt like it was closing up.

You couldn’t pull your eyes from that spot of skin. Had it been Eddie? Or had it been Jason? Had Jason known that his girlfriend slept with the freak he hated so much? You had never really liked Jason Carver, but right now, in this exact moment, there was no one else on earth who you understood more.

Both thoughts had bile rising as you tried to calm your racing heart. “I don’t want to talk to you, Chrissy.”

She looked down at you, a dumbstruck look on her face. “Why?”

Your jaw dropped open, and you knew that Robin and Nancy shared the same look. “Why—Why do I not want to talk to you?” you uttered. “Because you slept with my boyfriend, Chrissy.”

Her eyes widened, and she quickly glanced around at the surrounding tables.

As she did, that feeling that you had become so accustomed to whenever you saw her slowly morphed into disbelief.

Even now, she was worried about people finding out that she was the one who fucked the freak. Even as she stood beside the person who she had stolen him from, who she had a hand in betraying.

“Are you serious?”

“Please,” she murmured, “Can we speak outside?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you told her, voice shaking.

“But—”

You dug your fingers into the side of the table.

You had no idea where all of this anger was coming from. For days, you hadn’t been able to feel anything except a swirling pool of heartbreak and numbness. And now, this rush of hostility coursed through you faster than you could stop it.

“—Chrissy,” Nancy interrupted. “You should go.”

Robin’s hand coming to rest on your forearm was the only thing keeping your grounded.

Chrissy eyed the growing number of stares that were on her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, and your chair was sliding back in an instant as you stood.

She shrank back at the ferocity in your eyes, mouth dropping open as you leaned forward. “I don’t want your apologies,” you spat. “I want you to fuck off.” Robin and Nancy were standing, too, Robin’s hand a hairsbreadth from your arm as if to grab you at a moment’s notice.

Chrissy took a single step back. Then another. Her eyes didn’t leave you as she raced away from your table.

You stared after her, blood thrumming in your ears and your heart pounding in your chest.

But as soon as the adrenaline rush arrived, it deserted you, and that rage became humiliation as you noted all the eyes on you.

You slumped back into your seat.

Nancy sat wide-eyed across from you. “Are…Are you OK?” she asked, somewhere between shocked and…impressed?

“I honestly don’t know,” you muttered. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

Your face burned, and you shook your head. At what, you didn’t know. Maybe at your actions. Maybe at Chrissy’s fucking ignorance.

“Well,” Robin said, brows raised as she looked between you and Nancy. “I think we can safely say our table hasn’t seen this much action in years.”

You covered your face with your hands. “I thought you said you had fun here?”

“I’m a liar.”

+

You knew that going to The Hideout for the first time since Halloween would be difficult, but you hadn’t expected it to be so hard.

You didn’t expect to see Eddie in everything.

He wasn’t actually there on the random Friday night that you, Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Jonathan decided to hang out, but you saw him on the stage.

You saw him leaning against the back wall, you standing snuggly against him, playing with his hair as you listened to the band on after Corroded Coffin.

You saw him sitting at the bar, peppering kisses along your jaw.

You saw him at the table by the window, his eyes lighting up when he spotted you coming back with drinks in hand.

The Hideout was a living, breathing reminder of everything you and Eddie had once been.

And you didn’t expect it to hurt so much.

“I just can’t believe it’s taking this long,” Jonathan shouted over the music, bringing your attention back to the group. He was rambling on about something to do with Chief Hopper and his mother, and to be honest, you were a little lost.

“Didn’t they go to high school together?” Steve asked. “They’ve known each other forever.”

“Exactly!” Jonathan exclaimed, surging forward enough to jolt Nancy who was perched under his arm. “It’s like, you’ve known each other for so long and you both know you like each other, so why are you just waiting around for something to happen?”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but one of the bartenders appeared at the end of the table. Earl, you remembered, and from the way his face lit up, he remembered you, too.

“Y/N!” he called, and you waved politely. “I haven’t seen you here for ages! We missed you at Eddie’s set last week. I almost called you when he got so wasted he couldn’t walk, but he insisted he was fine. Stumbled out of here by himself with nothing but his wits. Stupid boy.”

Despite everything, a pang of worry shot through you. “Oh,” you said awkwardly, “I—yeah, Eddie and I aren’t really…” You trailed off, and Earl’s face fell a fraction.

“Ah, well, next round is on me,” he told you, and you sent him a grateful smile as he disappeared into the throng of people.

You weren’t quite sure what to do with yourself, and Steve picked up on it, launching back into the conversation with Jonathan.

That seemed to be your general state of being now. Unsure.

You were unsure who you were without Eddie. You were unsure how you could go forward when a small part of you kept wanting to go back. Back to the man that you had made plans with for after graduation. The man who you had promised to be with forever; promised to build a life with outside of Hawkins in less than a few months.

Eddie still hadn’t tried to see you. He still hadn’t called, or come to your house, or even tried to accost you at school like Chrissy had.

Over the past two weeks, you hadn’t even seen him in the halls at school, or the cafeteria, despite his van being in the parking lot every day.

He simply disappeared from your life, and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

The lump in your throat made itself apparent, just like it always did. It practically lived within you now.

You slid out of the booth, shooting your friends a quick glance. “Bathroom,” you said quickly, before weaving past people you both recognised and didn’t. Most of the people you only knew because of Eddie.

The bathroom was empty. A small mercy, as you locked the door and sat on the lid of the toilet, head in your hands.

Coming here so soon was a mistake. It was too much.

You pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes, quietly savouring the pressure.

You didn’t belong here without Eddie.

You didn’t belong anywhere without Eddie.

No matter how much you tried to kid yourself, nothing felt right without him.

There was a knock on the door, but you ignored it.

You hadn’t ever even been to The Hideout without him. It was his place, and you just tagged along, ringing in the perks of being with the band. Which weren’t many except maybe a few free drinks here and there.

But to everyone you met there, you were Eddie’s.

And now you weren’t.

And that hurt so much.

Someone knocked again, and this time you shouted, “Give me a minute!”

The person on the other side was silent, and you rubbed at your eyes, patterns playing behind your eyelids in a kaleidoscope of colours and shapes.

It was comforting, somehow.

The door clicked open, and your head shot up to see Nancy standing there, hair pin in hand. “Sorry,” she said, looking only slightly guilty. “I wanted to check on you. I was worried.”

You scoffed. “What if I was peeing?”

She shut the door. “Then we would have known each other a lot more intimately than we did ten seconds before now.” She eyed you up and down, eyes not missing a thing. She was so perceptive that it was almost scary. “Too much?”

You nodded. “Too much.”

“We can go, you know? We don’t have to stay if it’s making you upset.”

“I—I want to. I just—” You waved your hands around. “—It doesn’t feel right. Without him. Nothing does.”

Nancy gave you one of her closed mouth smiles. “I know it feels that way now, but it will get better. I promise.” She knelt before you, hands on your knees as she leaned down to catch your eye. “What he did, you can’t go back, no matter how much you want to.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek. “How long will it take?” You felt like a child asking questions that didn’t have an answer.

Nancy shrugged. “I don’t know. But I do know that a week ago, this would have sent you spiralling. And now, you’re not even crying.” You blinked, feeling for the first time that your eyes were dry. She smiled. “Time, honey. You just need time.”

+

“Why are we here again?” you grumbled to Jonathan as you both got out of his car on the main street.

“Because one: I need help carrying all this to the car, and two: I also need help putting it together,” he told you.

“And why am I tasked in helping you put your brother’s Christmas present together? It’s still months away.”

Jonathan sighed, all mock disappointment. “Well, you weren’t my first choice, but everyone else is busy.”

You jabbed your finger into his arm. “That’s mean, you know that?”

“Maybe if you stopped complaining so much, we’d already be done,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes.

The main street wasn’t as busy as you thought it would be on a Saturday mid-afternoon.

People still meandered up and down the street, but most were on a mission, like you and Jonathan.

Jonathan hadn’t even explained exactly what it was that you were picking up and putting together. You just knew that he was really excited about giving it to Will. And you could hardly say no to him when it was practically saying no to sweet, little Will.

“Don’t forget we have to pick Lucas and Max up from the arcade on the way back,” you reminded him.

“Why do we have to do that again?”

“Because you recruited me and I already said yes to them, so we have to combine plans.” You side stepped a large group of elderly women who pushed straight through the middle of you two. Jonathan kept walking and was a few metres ahead by the time the group of ladies finished filing past.

You stepped off to follow after him when your name was called from across the street.

Looking up, you froze as Eddie came rushing across the street towards you.

It was as if every single thought you’d ever had emptied from your mind as he came to a stop a few feet from you.

His hair was just as messy as it always was, and you noted the faded bruise on his cheekbone. You didn’t have to guess where that had come from, and the bags under his eyes were much more prominent than they normally were.

Seeing him now, your stomach churned with so many different emotions that you weren’t even sure what you were feeling.

He was a little out of breath as he said, “Can I talk to you? Please?” His dark eyes were pleading, and you fought against the urge to instantly cave, just like you always did when he shot you his puppy dog eyes.

“I—”

You were cut off when Jonathan suddenly appeared beside you. He looked beyond angry; his brows creased, and his top lip pulled back. “I thought we told you to keep your distance, Munson,” he ground out.

Eddie looked surprised to see him. He obviously thought you’d been alone. “I just want to talk, man. Please. I’ve stayed away, but I need to talk to you.” He directed the last bit at you. “Please.”

You didn’t think that you’d heard him say please so much in his life. He was practically begging.

“What do you want to say?” you asked timidly. Eddie glanced between you and Jonathan. “It’s fine, Jonathan. Just give me a minute?”

He looked unsure, but eventually conceded, shooting Eddie a dirty look as he made his way up the street just enough to give you some privacy. You had known him long enough to know that he was still within hearing distance.

“What did you want to talk about?”

When Eddie’s eyes finally found yours again, they looked pained. “I…I wanted to talk about us.”

“There is no us, Eddie.”

“I know. I know that. But I’m so, so sorry. You have no idea how hard these past few weeks have been for me. Staying away from you—”

“How hard they’ve been for you?” You laughed, right in his face. “How do you think they’ve been for me? You didn’t even try and see me.”

“Steve and Jonathan told me not to. They said—”

“I don’t give a shit what Steve and Jonathan said. You cheated on me and then just abandoned me.” Your voice wavered, and you hated that Eddie caught it.

He tried to reach for you, but you stepped back and pulled your hand away. His eyes flashed with hurt, and you squashed the part of you that felt bad. “And I’m so sorry, sweetheart. It was a mistake.”

You closed your eyes for a second, hating the way your pet name rolled off his tongue. The pet name that he hadn’t used in the weeks before Halloween. It had become non-existent once he started seeing Chrissy.

“How many times?” you asked suddenly.

He looked confused. “What?”

“How many times, Eddie?” you repeated. You didn’t want to say the words out loud.

Understanding your meaning, his eyes found the ground. He was silent for a long moment. “Six,” he mumbled.

You choked. “Six?” You took another step back.

“It—Y/N, wait—”

“—Six times you slept with her and then came home to me?”

You weren’t even sure why you were entertaining this conversation. You knew that it was only going to end up with you hurting more than you already were.

“No, I never saw you on those days,” he confessed.

You stared at him. “Is that supposed to make it better?”

His eyes widened, and he rushed out, “No, no. I’m just trying to explain.”

The melancholic agony that you’d been stuck in for weeks was suddenly sharpening. The razor’s thin edge became no longer wanting or not wanting, it became anger and rage. “There is nothing you could possibly explain to make this better.”

His voice became pleading, and he stepped towards you as if you were going to suddenly disappear. “Please, baby, it was a mistake. Chrissy—she’s not you. I want you. I need you—”

Your fist was flying before you could stop it, and you only registered what you had done when your knuckles stung.

Eddie reeled back, and you stared wide-eyed at him. His hand went to his face, holding the spot between his cheekbone and his nose.

He opened and closed his mouth.

“I loved you, Eddie,” you uttered, clutching your fist in your other hand. “I gave you everything, and it still wasn’t enough for you. I needed my boyfriend to love me enough to not sleep with other people.”

Jonathan was suddenly standing beside you.

“Fuck you, Eddie,” you spat as Jonathan took your arm. “I don’t need you anymore.”

If Eddie was going to say something, you didn’t find out, because Jonathan was pulling you up the street past the onlookers who were gawking at both you and Eddie.

“Are you OK?” he asked.

“No,” you muttered, and you weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or just pure mania, but you started to laugh. “That really fucking hurt. I think I broke my hand.”

+

Pulling the door open to Family Video an hour before closing, you were pleased to see it was empty aside from the man you were looking for.

“Harrington,” you called as the door shut behind you, “I need a movie recommendation.”

Looking up from where he was leaned against the counter flicking though a magazine, Steve seemed both surprised and happy to see you. “You’ve come to the right place,” he declared, standing up. “We have movies galore. What are you looking for?”

You grinned as you reached the counter. “Something funny, but also a little sad, with a killer soundtrack.”

He pretended to ponder for a moment. “Sounds an awful lot like your favourite movie,” he pronounced.

“Someone has to keep this place afloat. Why not me and my little favourites?”

Steve rolled his eyes playfully. “Where would we be without you?” he joked, pulling a tape from beneath the counter and setting it in front of you.

You raised a brow. “You had it sitting back there already?”

He shrugged. “Had a hunch.”

Reaching for the cash in your pocket, you hissed when your knuckles caught the lip of the pocket. Steve noticed, and his eyes shot to your hand.

“I heard you socked Munson in the face today,” he remarked, and you couldn’t quite tell the tone he used.

“Yeah,” you said sheepishly, placing the money on the counter.

He held out his hand, wagging his fingers. “Let me see.”

Gingerly, you placed your hand in his own, watching as he studied your knuckles. Unlike his, the skin of your knuckles was still intact, but they were slowly starting to bruise.

And they hurt like hell. You didn’t know how people did it over and over again. Just one mediocre punch and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to hold a pencil for a week.

“We match,” you observed, and he shot you a disapproving look.

“Not really something I wanted to match you for.” He brushed his thumb over them, and you winced. “You’re lucky it’s not broken.”

“Jonathan already gave me that spiel,” you muttered. He had seriously ripped into you on the drive from the main street. Not only had you ruined his plans for the day and still forced him to pick up Lucas and Max, but he then had to take you to the hospital which he was less than impressed with.

The verdict had been bruised knuckles and not a break, but the doctor had advised you to lay off punching people in the face in the future.

Still looking at your hand, Steve started chuckling and you narrowed your eyes. “What?”

He shook his head. “I just can’t believe you punched him in the main street.”

“He’s the one who came at me. If anything, he chose the location,” you tried to justify.

Steve smiled. “I’m proud of you,” he said after a second. “I know it was hard for you.”

Your heart squeezed in your chest. “Thank you, Stevie.”

And you really meant it.

You had no doubt that if it weren’t for the support of your friends, you wouldn’t be where you were. If it weren’t for them, you might never have known about Eddie and Chrissy.

And as much as you had been confused and upset about not seeing Eddie in the last few weeks, Steve’s threats about giving you space were the best thing that could have happened. Because you would have gone back to him if he showed up on your doorstep. You would have continued to bleed yourself dry for him over and over again.

Steve tapped your fingers, and you looked back at him.

Like Nancy said, it would still take some time.

But you were all right with that.

[miasmaghoul]

*whisper-yells*

MIASMA. GHOUL DICK SIZE HCs. FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY OFC and not because I intent drawing stuff

I’M SORRY BUT YOU HAVE TO SUFFER CUZ YOU WERE THE FIRST PERSON I THOUGHT ABOUT. AND YOUR BRAIN IS HUGE.

LET'S FUCKIN GO

Aether: Shorter but fat. Just over 5", but so t h i c k you feel him for days. Causes many jaw cramps. Uncut. Has a very pronounced tip that goes purple when he's edged for a while.

Aeon: Average, but really nice. About 6", not super thick, curves up towards his stomach when he's hard. Cut. Less sensitive for it, but that just means he can take more abuse. Lorum piercing.

Dew: LITTLE DICK DEW 4 LYFE. Short and skinny, 3" hard, so small and cute when he's soft. Everyone loves playing with it. Uncut. Goes so, so pink and slippery when he gets worked up.

Rain: The communal favorite, a real crowd pleaser. A solid 7", decent girth, sticks straight out when he's hard. Cut. Super duper veiny, and gets SO wet.

Swiss: This ghoul is PACKING. Hung like a can of Arizona iced tea I stg. 7.5", but so thick you need both hands to jerk him off proper. Uncut. Mushroom tip. Flushes super dark when he's close. Has a Jacob's ladder.

Mountain: I mean. C'mon. 10", average girth (for his size, comparatively he's as thick as Dew's forearm). Hangs down even when he's hard. Curves to the right. Uncut. Also very veiny. He's super weak to having the head polished.

Sunshine: Trans Sunny is REAL. My girl is a grower, doesn't look like much when soft but stiffens up to a solid 5.5". Slender, but nicely curved. Cut. Wants it pierced but doesn't have the patience for the healing process.

[kel-lance]

Jjk headcanons/fan theories/ random thoughts/random facts

I made this in a few months time so its prob repetitive

Tsumiki went into her year and 7 month long coma when megumi was 13-14 years old meaning tsumiki missed her sweet 16 :( (she’s a year older than him)

Toji was a good dad in the end (both times) bc he was already dead and told Gojo to take Megumi as a F u/later fix the alliance’s of the clans and to make sure that Megumi would be protected, fed, housed, and taught sorcery bc toji damn well couldn’t much less protect his kids from curses anyhow.

Noaya (and the men of the Zenin clan) abused Mai and maki bc they’re women (implied SA) noaya hinted at asking to beats em up like he used to (could be implied bc he called them hot & Mai has the same face) but he was also possibly teasing since Mai just 💀 but there’s no way he could have known that

It’s worse to be a male Zenin with no cursed energy bc then you’d be absolutely powerless, useless, worthless, etc. no other clan woman would want you and your fam would never coughed for you much less protect you bc why do they have to you were born a Zenin and yet…

So we know Kokichi Toji Mai n maki all were hit with HR but it was just a double whammy to also be twins? Yes. HR hit Toji so hard bc he was the first to be without cursed energy but then Nanako and Mimiko, bc they’re fraternal twins that that’s possible they’re able to both have CE?

Kenjaku stayed in Iori for so long that his stitches healed I’m guessing he planned it all (or saw hat happened which is why he chose Jin (bc there’s no way that’s random) and killed Jin and went to Geto when it was time (did Ken know about the KFC break up too??)

maki had no CE but still couldn’t get in tune with her full potential is bc Mai was there this the twin HR is f’d but there’s probably more chance one could 💀 the other to become powerful but in this instance it was about sacrifice and distance love. Different paths yet they were “the same person” so that’s only with identical twins?

sukuna loves to eat and is a cannibal and lactates and has 4 arms, 6 mouths or more, 20 fingers, many eyes, 4 legs, 10 toes, 3 heads, hopefully 9ft tall in his monster form…. 

stg toji had his divorced dad rock on religiously (nickel back fan don’t even start w me, weezer son nickleback dad)

nobara gonna be used in some way theres no reason to have her status as unknown of not to edge us istg I’ll even take a cursed spirit piloting her to mess with Yuuji more and she’s part of sukuna or some even worse group they gotta fight after the culling game arc

after chapter 253 are maki and yuta dead?? Hopefully Yuta was eaten but on Yutas birthday gege thats foul (I love it) 🫣🤩

It’s past ch253 and we’re waiting for 3/24 for the next chapter but I heard yuta yelled at Hakari to shut up with cursed speech? Or was that earlier 

Maki Mai and Megumi and Tsumiki met probably around the time tsumiki went into that coma/megs entered jjk no wonder hes so formal//doesn’t know them well he was under gojos protection for so long

some jsckass said mais first love is unknown or megumi are you dumb shes in love with her sister no sister kissed the other to give them a sword cooly and die she literally just wanted to be with her no matter what to go to the ends of the earth it didn’t matter as long n as maki was with her but maki knew Mai’s potential to be better than her so she tried to make herself better, leaving Mai behind in the process and they still never hated each other even after all the time away.

mai likes to take care of cacti/the clan favored her over maki bc she has at least some CE//weve only seen maki being affected by her family's rejection (jjk0 makis mom said shed wished shed never have given birth to her as she was a failure and same girlie but my mom chose any and everyone to compare me to) but Mai either didn’t see herself special in that way and put the blame on maki or dealt with it in her own way (maki vs the fam excluding Mai and Megumi // whereas Mai’s version US against the world)

if choso is yuujis brother and kamo is one of chosos distant family, that would mean Yuuji, Choso, Yuki, Todo, and Kamo are all "Brothers" I love the thought of them being super cool and scary together with their cute yuki & Yuuji golden retrievers in a Doberman family

the same people who ship yuki and choso also ship utahime and gojo or shoko and gojo yall have NO comprehension skills at ALL or cant believe men n women b close like Yuuji & Nobara/Power & Denji/ Sasha & Connie/ Nami & Usopp, Franky, or Luffy) 

Kenny planted the first finger by Geto’s twins to Yuuji’s school. they just had to get the finger to the occult club 

Does Kenny have a witch or oracle or even premeditative powers to know the future or did he just plan this out to a T and what is his damn goal 

Yuuji and Yuta are from the same home town bc gege said it’d be easier for the story but then todo also went to Yuuji’s middle school

Nobara dyes her hair lighter and I wonder how often she talks to Fumi back at home. And her grandmother if she’s like me w low contact

Megumi was alone with gojo for almost 2 years (no tsumiki) no wonder he’s so to himself he was probably always with tsumiki before, who decided everything for them (in a big sis way) and he respected it 

Yutas a pos for forgetting how Rika 💀 then trapping her w him bc of how traumatized he was like bruh you also yelled at her the first time u ever yelled at Rika was over another girl and he doesn’t do much else but manipulate like the Pisces man he is (I kin him/made an oc before I found out about his BITCH ass and he got everything word for word but is a dude I’m losing it) 

As an astrologer, I must say Gege’s planning with the character birthdays and everything else I can read from that is incredibly accurate I’ll give examples in the next points

geto’s mission was to go to remote village, he finds curse and exorcizes it, finds the twins the next dy, he kills everyone, he goes back to his pants to get supplies and kills them (prob no his first choice but once again was probably proven right) and runs has been gone for way too long and gojo doesn’t know what th ehhell happened. which is why he was so mad at kfc and geto just had to accept his new role while gojo was still in the past

Toji and Megumi (Kamo, Nobara, Todo) being cancer moons meaning they care about the heart, (todo has other placements making it seem a lil more “shallow” when he just wants a “straight” answer (lmao Megumi)

Yuta being a Leo moon and (outwardly asked) liking the chest

Yuuji being a libra moon liking butts all this makes sense (libra moons are indecisive, will weight out all the possibilities and still want the peaceful side unless there’s such chaos there’s no way for that to happen… then we snap)

Yuuji and Junpei would’ve been perfect friends we already saw but they both just didn’t ask for any of this and chose their own paths, they’re almost parallels of each other 

Geto’s birthchart shows a lot more of wanting to get humanity to evolve where gojos looks more like a POWERFUL cog in the machine 

Yap: Gege basically made this for women I’m sorry boys but why all the beautiful men & perfectly written women & relationships maybe it’s just a rare case where the mangaka actually knows women (or gege is a woman 🤗) & how all the dudes fit a Yaoi archetype & the women,,, they’re perfect & cute & not sexualized (other than maki in jjk0 & the glasses girl in ep 1 getting groped) but everything else is just hot w/o taking ur clothes off kinda energy & thats INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT w everything else going on 

You think something broke in Meimei when she said she wanted to be comforted and Gojo was like bruh I was joking 🙃 

Kirara and Uranme’s gender is yes 👍🏼 

Geto raising the girls as a 17-18yr old is insane same age as Megumi and gojo so for how long was Geto their dad? Inbetween 10 years but when did the girls realize that that wasn’t their dad anymore? I’m guessing Kenny can remember the vessel he takes overs memory or does something to their brain to replace it w him

I doubt a male mangaka can write good women (mostly bc of the stereotype that they’re shut ins but also from just reading/watching with my own eyes and being a woman myself) and add them in correctly, though the thing is in jjk they’re all just in a world but in Naruto and berserk and stuff she’s the add in into /their/ world where they keep fighting bc they miss each other and she gotta be used and a pillar for them or an excuse like Nobara and shoko weren’t used like that by satsug and itafushi they were their own ppl w their own sh like don’t get me wrong vasca and Sakura also were their own people but they really were given the bottom of the barrel sh bc of the dudes decisions. Shoko and Nobara strictly did what they wanted instead of falter to men

They’re literally all kids it doesn’t matter if some are weaker or useless, imagine a god/demon came here rn like the strongest will survive/fight you have to also apply the “weak characters” to irl bc I bet you they’re still stronger than most of us (miwa, Kamo, idk about momo still but she been w them I can’t doubt her skill just cause they had POWERFUL enemies

Gojo not being able to drink makes sense no drugs to impair his power and eyes (maybe lightweight maybe uncontrollable drunk and no one’s really ready or able to control that) 

Gojo isn’t coming back and he wouldn’t bc he half assed the fight and now he’s with his love and everyone has to fend for themselves now 

I like to think Gojo had Megumi and tsumiki, Geto had Nanako and Mimiko and nanami had Nobara and Yuuji in this preschool/parent AU (tojis gojos ex baby daddy) 

All of them are taller than me other than momo and Nobara. (Im 5’4” so gojos 10 years older and a foot taller 🫣) 

In one of Geges book covers it has Gojo in the winter w pink camellias and those flowers mean ily even after death and that flower is also specifically for the birthday feb3 (Geto’s) AGAIN WHY I THINK GEGES A WOMAN RAHHHHH

Maki, Mai, Toji, Kamo, Kokichi were all raised w no love like at all. Yuta had it good til 11, Miwa, yuuji and megumi never fully had it good, todo, Toge (?), Panda, momo, and nobara were just chillin.

HOW DID NOBARA COME UP WITH HER TECHNIQUE THEYRE ALL EMO BITCHES SHE WAS LITERALLY 16 FOR 2 MONTHS BEFORE HER FACE BLAST

SHE WAS SO YOUNG HOW DID SHE COME UP WITH HAMMERING NAILS INTO HERSELF WHAT

Uranme and Kirara go by (they/them)

Gojo and Geto were soulmates no matter the relationship

Utahime, Shoko, Momo, Mai and Nobara all like girls 

Gojo knew Geto for the short amount of time but thought of him for 5x longer.

Megumi’s been without his sister for 1.5 years so she went into a coma when he was 13, his 2nd-3rd year of junior high)

  Mai and maki didn’t know about Toji and Megumi until that year (2018)

Kenjaku planted the first finger at Yuuji’s school by Nanako and Mimiko (they’re the same age) hence why thanking Satsuki for taking care of his son

The person Rika is gone, her cursed spirit is what remains (an embodiment of her love/the curse yuta placed on her)

Yuta is wrong for using Rika and forgetting about his promise and why she’s even there for 6 YEARS then yelling at her about Maki 

Shoko started smoking in high school and stopped about 5 years ago, but started again when she heard Geto was alive again. 

Sukuna has 6 mouths, 4 arms, 4 legs, many eyes, and lactates. 

Choso, Yuuji, Kamo, Todo, and Yuki are all “brothers” by blood or not idc i love their lil weirdo family.

Toji was a good dad, dealt the worst hand, everything going down so the best way to protect his kids is to give them to people who can kill curses and teach them about sorcery. 

Nobara and Yuuji have the same friendship as Power and Denji, Nami and Franky/Luffy/Usopp

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Seven(ish) Sentences Sunday

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thank you my loves! 💖

paint sex fic is really out of hand and oops some angst has been introduced, idk wtf is going on but it's not paint sex (yet, i promise it will be there and it's gonna be so filthy stg)

Hot, blue fire blazes in Buck’s eyes and it should probably be sickening how much that fills Eddie with relief. “Do you really want to do this now?” Buck asks, his entire sentence sounding like it is riding out of his mouth along a mournful sigh.

Eddie groans and reaches up to drag a hand down his face, as if that could wipe away the sudden tension and exhaustion that is blooming to life within his skull. “What even is this?”

Deep lines carve into the edges of Buck’s mouth, making him look weary and almost sinister as he pockets his phone and just shakes his head like he can’t answer Eddie.

Something entirely too rough and ragged starts boiling in the pit of Eddie’s stomach, but he breathes through it, because he doesn’t want to give in to that feeling, because he’s pretty sure Buck isn’t trying to be obstinate on purpose, because he has painstakingly learned the best ways to get Buck to open up and while sometimes his first instinct still isn’t to be patient and careful he can now recognize that he feels frustrated and uncertain and a little bit hurt and he is capable of controlling how he reacts to that in a way that doesn’t make the situation worse.

Turns out therapy kind of works, who knew?

He takes a deep breath, lets the cold air of the bunkroom that is filled with the plain, clean smelling detergent they use on the sheets nip away at what is burning in his belly, and makes his voice as gentle and open as possible without coming across as cajoling or patronizing. “I don’t–I don’t understand, Buck. What happened? Everything was okay and then it wasn’t and I’m–I’m lost.”

The sigh that Buck lets out is shaky and torn and drags across Eddie’s skin with phantom claws. Goosebumps follow in their wake and Eddie shivers, cold and a little hollow just like the space between them.

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mr. brightside // lance stroll

summary: they have a dinner to be at, but she looks too good in that dress, or, alternately, where lance is a horny bastard who is going make them both late for dinner with sebastian. not that y/n is complaining.

authors note: being a lance girlie is so tough . . . just disappointment i stg but as a canadian i have to feel some loyalty while also finding him hot as fuck

lance had been ready to go for like, half an hour. all he needed to do to get ready was swap his t-shirt for a button down shirt, a dark fabric that hid the hebrew tattoo on his ribcage

he slapped on a little bit of cologne and was no sitting on the edge of the bed, checking work emails

“babe!”

“yeah?”

“can you help me with the back of my dress?”

she comes out of the walk in closet wearing lances favourite dress on her

a little satin number in white with vibrant green palm leaves on it

a big slit in the fabric running up the left leg, halter straps around her neck

lance whistles as he tosses his phone down on the bed, moving to help y/n with her zipper

presses a gentle kiss to her shoulder before running his hands up her skin, sending shivers down her spine

“are you not wearing a bra?” lance’s voice hitches as he rests his hands just underneath y/n’s breasts

“the back of the dress drops so low that it just didn’t make sense. there’s one built into the top.”

lance kisses her neck, voice getting husky

“you know, this is my favourite dress on you”

y/n rolls her eyes, knowing exactly where this is going.

“lance, we have somewhere to be, remember?”

lance hums, moving his hands so that he can run them up y/n’s legs, gathering the fabric as he goes.

“we still have time.”

slips his hand between y/n’s thighs, palming her over her lacy underwear

“babe, this is wonderful and all” she says, sucking in a breath “but do you remember what happened last time?”

the incident in question involved lance showing up at a team dinner with his dress shirt inside out and a line of hickies up his neck. the driver hadn’t even brushed his hair before going to the gala, his antics making him that late.

“i can stop if you want, and we can finish this later?”

“not a chance, sweetheart. you started this, you can finish it too.”

“you little temptress, you.” lance gushed, spinning his girlfriend around so he could kiss her properly

hot and heavy very quickly, they know that they don't have a whole lot of time

lance backs her up against the wall, hands scrambling over her thighs so he can pull her panties off

she reaches up to undo the tie at the back of her halter top, effectively letting the dress fall to the floor as lance unbuttons his shirt

somehow they both manage to make it to the bed, and lance immediately gets to work with his fingers, teasing and curling where y/n needs him the most

“baby, i’m so sorry,” he says as he pulls his fingers out “but you know that if i had more time i would finger you until you screamed my name, but we really need to cut to the chase here.”

“you can make it up to me after.” she breathes, voice husky as she pulls him in for a kiss, fingers scrambling for lance’s belt

y/n’s legs wrapped firmly around his waist as he thrusts in an out, soft moans and praises spilling from his lips.

“oh god, lance, baby....”

very good at finding the perfect angle very fast

holding himself up as he watches y/n’s facial expressions

lance has one priority, and one priority only

and its getting y/n off before they leave

i also think lance is pretty vocal, he’d be a moaning mess just as much as his girlfriend is

but she finds his moans SUPER sexy

“fuck, lance.” she whines “i think i’m close-”

will do literally anything to help the orgasm along from there

playing with her boobs

playing with her clit

anything he can, really

which makes it all the more better when both of them actually finish

she’s still lying on the bed trying to recover when lance comes back with a warm towel from the ensuite

“maybe i need to wear that dress more often”

when they both finally make it to the dinner, more or less on time, sebastian definitely has something to say about it

“lance, the buttons on your shirt are done up unevenly, which i know y/n would have caught before you left the house, your lips are red and swollen, which means there was definitely some heavy kissing going on, but the scratches peeking out from your collar beg to differ that it was a little more than just kissing.”

lance’s face turns pink as seb looks at y/n.

“she cleans up better than you, but the hickey gives the whole shebang away, kid.”

y/n turns to look in the mirror, catching a glimpse of the dark purple marks underneath the halter tie of the dress and up her neck

“lance strulovitch!”

[rosiesramblings]

Team Bonding

Fandom: Ted Lasso; Jamie and AFC Richmond

WC: 1.5k

A/N: Here it is! I'm actually pretty proud of this one. This is a fic based on my Ted Lasso headcannons. I have such a soft spot for Jamie, I stg. Any other ted lasso prompts are welcome!

It was a few weeks after the Dubai Air protest, and Jamie was balanced on a strange tightrope of ‘not-friends-with-anyone-but-nobody-seems-to-hate-his-guts-either.’ Privately, he mused to himself that it took way less effort to just be a prick and let everyone hate him. At least then he could do and say whatever, without having to worry about how it would come across to his teammates. But since the Dubai Debacle, as Jan Maas had taken to calling it, Jamie was hyper aware of the teaspoon of goodwill he had earned with the team and was desperately trying not to lose it. 

He felt jittery and on edge, constantly keeping his body moving during training because if he was out of breath he would have to take a minute before speaking, and then he was less likely to say something stupid and mean. His face muscles were sore from all the smiling he was doing; he would be damned before he let his RBF push away the team. 

That’s why, when Roy screamed, “WHISTLE!” and Sam grabbed Jamie’s knee to hoist himself to his feet, Jamie didn’t have the energy or the presence of mind to hold back a yelp.

“Oi, you alright, boyo?” Colin asked, brows furrowed.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine,” Jamie said, rubbing at his knee absently. “Startled me, didn't he?”

“Really?” Sam asked, cocking his head to the side. “When you are scared, you have a tendency to lash out, my friend. Not… whatever sound you just made.”

Jamie pulled himself to his feet, hoping his blush wasn’t obvious. “Haven’t you heard, Sam? I’ve turned over a new leaf. One of eleven, an’ all that.”

Sam just hummed, looking contemplative as he, Colin, and Jamie ran towards the dulcet roars of Roy Kent.

Jamie threw himself into training, trying to run from the phantom feeling of Sam squeezing his knee. Or, more accurately, trying to run from the realization that that was the first time in a long time that someone had touched him without the intent to cause pain.

When Roy had finally screamed, “WHISTLE!” for the last time and told them to get out of his sight (Jamie personally thought the old man was going soft. That was barely a threat.), the team hit the showers. Jamie thought he felt someone’s eyes on him, so he smiled a little bigger, laughed a little louder, determined to prove that he had changed. Jamie was so focused on proving himself that he almost didn’t notice Sam until the man was right in front of him.

“Feeling ok, Jamie?” Sam asked, and Jamie was suddenly quite jealous of how niceness seemed to come so easily to him.

“Fine,” Jamie said, before realizing how curt he sounded. He cleared his throat, forcing his mouth into what he hoped was a friendly grin. “What’s up, Sam?”

“I wanted to apologize for startling you earlier,” Sam said. Jamie’s hand absently went to rub at his knee. “I did not mean to cross a boundary.”

“Don’t worry about it mate,” Jamie said, squirming. He never really knew what to do when someone apologized to him. “Didn’t cross no boundary.”

“That’s good to hear. I also wanted to ask,” Sam began, reaching down to squeeze Jamie’s knee. “Have you always been this ticklish?”

Jamie’s surprised yelp echoed around the locker room, which fell quiet. The only sound Jamie heard was the blood rushing in his ears, watching as Sam’s smile morphed into a more devious smirk. Jamie’s eyes widened as he leapt up from the bench as if he’d been electrocuted, his fight or flight kicking in with a vengeance. He didn’t get far.

“Where you going, bruv?” Isaac asked as he snagged Jamie by the elbow, bringing him into a crushing bear hug.

“L-let go, McAdoo, I swear to - shit, nohohohohohoho,” Jamie had no hope of holding in his giggles when Sam spidered over his defenseless tummy. 

“Jamie, this is quite cute,” Sam said sincerely.

Jamie felt his ears burn as he heard various sounds of teasing agreement from the rest of the team. He tried to curl in on himself to hide his blush, but Colin was suddenly at his side. “Oi, none of that, boyo,” he said as he fluttered his fingers over Jamie’s exposed neck and ears. “We want to hear you laugh.”

“Nonononono, Col, plehehehehease,” Jamie begged, squirming as much as Isaac’s iron grip allowed.

“Oh, such nice manners,” Sam teased. “Too bad they’re no help today.” Jamie’s laugh pitched higher the closer Sam’s fingers got to his belly button.

“Where else are you ticklish, Jay?” Colin asked.

“Nohohot tihihicklish!” Jamie cackled.

“Oh, really?” Sam asked, deeply amused. “What do you call this then?” He said as he squeezed Jamie’s sides mercilessly.

“AH! Cruhuhuhuel an’ unuhuhusual punihihishment,” Jamie gasped out amid giggles.

“OI!” Roy’s voice echoed in the small space. “What the actual fuck is going on in here?”

Colin and Sam stilled their fingers. “We have made a most exciting discovery about our ex- ex- teammate,” Sam explained, smiling.

“They’re killin’ me, Coach,” Jamie panted as he blinked the tears out of his eyes, unable to tamp down his smile.

Roy studied them for a long moment. “Obsianya,” he finally barked.

“Yes, Coach?”

“Try his knees.”

“Yes, Coach.”

“Wait, Coach, wait, no please oh my GAHAHAHAD,” Jamie belly laughed as Sam knelt down and squeezed the muscle just above Jamie’s kneecap. Jamie took back every thought he ever had about Roy going soft - the man was a menace. Jamie couldn’t really tell, but he could have sworn he saw Roy duck his head to hide a smile.

“Your smile is very lovely, Jamie,” Sam said. “It is a pity we haven’t seen it more.”

“St-stop teasING, SAHAHAHAHAHAM,” Jamie wailed, pressing his head back onto Isaac’s shoulder as Sam found that horrible patch of skin behind his knee.

“I am quite serious,” Sam promised.

“Yeah, boyo, it’s downright adorable,” Colin grinned, crooking his fingers under Jamie’s chin to make him jerk his head back down. 

“Hey there, fellas, what’s goin’ on?” a familiar Kansian twang called out. Sam and Colin paused once again.

“Just a bit of team bonding, Coach,” Colin grinned at Lasso, who was observing the scene with a bemused expression.

“Huh,” Ted said. “Well, don’t be too long. We got a match in a few days. Need everybody in top shape, can’t have our striker be a giggly puddle of goo.”

Jamie let out a (admittedly giggly) whine of embarrassment. Lasso zeroed in on him with a smile. 

“You know, there’s one thing I do to Henry that always has him laughing like a hyena,” the coach mused. 

Jamie’s eyes widened, and he shook his head back and forth frantically, certain he wouldn’t be able to handle whatever tickly Dad tricks Lasso had up his sleeve. 

Coach clocked Jamie’s panic and chuckled to himself. “I s’pose I’ll save that for another day. Have fun, fellas,” he said as he turned back to his office.

Sam grinned wickedly, “Now, Jamie. There’s one more spot I was to try, but you’re going to have to cooperate.” He nodded to Isaac who finagled Jamie’s arms behind his back, which, Jamie realized suddenly, left his ribs perilously exposed.

“Saham, Sam, c’mon, you’ve had your fun, plehehease dohohon’t,” Jamie giggled, wide eyes glued to Sam’s fingers, which began wiggling in the air. “Aw, c’mon, mate that’s not fahahahair.”

“Why? I am not even touching you yet, Jamie. Why are you giggling? Especially if you aren’t ticklish?” Sam smiled.

“Yohohou’re - yohohohohohou’re gonnahahaha!” Jamie whined, writhing as Sam’s fingers crept closer and closer. Colin stepped behind Jamie to help Isaac hold him securely.

“Yes. I am,” Sam said, and promptly latched his fingers onto Jamie’s rib cage.

Jamie shrieked, arching his back like he’d been shocked, before going limp and cackling madly. He couldn’t form words, just shook his head back and forth as tears ran down his face. It tickled, it tickled, it tickled, and Jamie couldn’t focus on anything but the electric sensation shooting across his ribs.

After what felt like hours (but was really only moments), Sam let up, chuckling as Isaac and Colin gently lowered Jamie to the ground. With his hands free, Jamie wrapped his arms around himself, still laughing as he caught his breath. The locker room chatter resumed since the show was over. Sam sat down next to him and threw an arm around Jamie’s shoulders, giving a comforting squeeze as Jamie calmed down.

“Fuck, mate,” Jamie breathed. “That was brutal.”

“And yet,” Sam lowered his voice so that only Jamie could hear him, “You never told me to stop.”

Jamie felt his face heat back up with another blush as Sam gave him a final squeeze before standing and pulling Jamie to his feet. “Come on, Jamie Tartt. I will buy you lunch, as an apology.”

Jamie shook his head bashfully. “No apologies necessary, mate. I’m all good.”

“Fine then. I will buy you lunch, because sometimes friends buy each other lunch.”

A smile dawned across Jamie’s face as he took in Sam’s words, and he felt a weight lift off his chest. “Oh, well. That’s alright, then.”

Jamie threw an arm across Sam’s shoulders, practically skipping out to the parking lot. He made a friend! And really, it hadn’t been that hard. Just took a little team bonding.

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More DBF!Joel preview because I’m absolutely exhausted and about to drop my phone on my face so I’ll finish and post it tomorrow (I’m so sorry I stg I’m not edging everyone on purpose).

“See? Told you if you were good for me, it’d pay off…”

You smirk at him, wanting to be a smartass and tell him he never said that, but you need him too much to risk it. He’s trained you well, without even trying.

“If I’m even better, will you give me more?”

Your eyes drop to the visible bulge in his jeans, leaving absolutely no room to question what you mean. The sound he makes is somewhere between a growl and a groan, understanding what you want and more than willing to give it to you.

“‘M not gonna fuck you in the kitchen, baby.”

The amount of restraint it takes for him to say that is clear in his expression.

[asphodel-flowers]

The Fool

Everyone points out the, well, foolishness of the character in the Fool card: hasty, not paying attention, so distracted by that butterfly he’s about to fall off the cliff. It’s easy to mock those who don’t know any better, isn’t it? We forget the Fool is the beginning of the Journey.

There’s two points I want to make about that (“the beginning of the journey”):

inexperience. When you first start anything new, you will bumble it. Think back to when you first started something you’re good at now, doesn’t matter what it is. Maybe you’re just starting something now and feel foolish with your first attempts. Babies wobble. No one walks or runs perfectly on their first try. Don’t come at me in the comments with some weird ass exception(s), I stg. I can hear Loki giggling and my Mother reminding me not to speak in absolutes. You know what I mean, damnit. I could ramble on about how it’s okay to make mistakes, to be new at things, but I think you’ve probably read as much enough times in other things. Why bother reiterating it here?

catalysts. Every story needs a catalyst, needs a turning point. Change isn’t happening if everything is sitting in a still, perfect equilibrium. I’m not sure I’ve met anyone who got into magic who didn’t have some kind of Experience tm or other Reason which compelled them to explore. The world, the universe, is wondrous and rich, but you’ll never experience it if you do not step outside your door.

There is a dog yapping at the Fool’s heels. Is it warning him? Or egging him on? The Wolf has been snapping at my heels, trying to force me to leap off the cliff’s edge. “You cannot be prepared for everything, every situation. Sometimes you just. must. jump.” I’m told. I waffle when the Wolf demands I choose. I want it all. The result of my choice is irrelevant. It is my hesitation that frustrates. I refuse both to show my neck in submission, and also refuse to meet his eye or bear my own fangs back. I could say it’s meant as respect, but the Wolf knows better and so do I. Stand the fuck up. Take the damn leap. How can you start the journey if you forever refuse to take the first step?

It’s not the first time I’ve been urged to leap. I struggle with Change, and with Choice, especially if I’m not given the time to contemplate it, or prepare somehow. I want to min-max, to optimize, but we don’t always have time for that in life. Some things must be chosen without any idea of the outcome. Sometimes that’s precisely the point of that particular choice. I only ever seem to notice when I do that and fail. The failures resonate, stick to me, a residue I can’t seem to wash off. That doesn’t mean that the leap always results in failure. It’s just so hard to remember when it doesn’t.

[merv606]

forced marriage (fairytale, nobleman terry + poor!daniel?) au: wedding night edition! obviously untouched! daniel is terrified when he sees how big terry is (in terms of height and 😈) but terry is surprisingly gentle and considerate. bonus points if terry pushed the marriage because he’s been secretly in love with daniel for a while ❤️ of course the Morning After daniel tries to get terry to rail him again because it was Very Good but is super shy about it. terry of course knows what he wants and enjoys his adorable, flustered danny struggling to say it. (of course terry gives in though - he badly wants it too and who can resist blushing, ravaged daniel?) not terry!

Forced marriage - virgin bride (semantics) Daniel - my beloved.

Okay but seriously / WHO HAS HACKED MY PHONE.

I have a supernatural series (only a couple written so far) - BUT I had this idea of human Terry - who is the lord of the city at the edge of the forest - and Daniel a fae/forest nymph type creature - and he is a fae of good breeding from a powerful family etc so I’ll use that one for this ask.

WARNING / I’M GOING TO DO IT - THIS TIME I AM GOING TO USE MANHOOD I STG.

We are doing this trashy paperback novel harlequin romance style!!!

FINALLY MY TIME HAS COME.

AND I AM LIVING.

Maniacal laugh.

I had a post about Terry being a lord and Daniel his conquest/spoil of war/betrothed etc

So many variations but all on the same theme.

This is one of those in fic ideas that is 🔥 but doesn’t translate to real life for a lot of people but that’s the fun of fic - you can find things appealing in writing and it doesn’t mean you do in real life.

So any puritans that come across this (no pun intended) can refrain from clutching their pearls in horror.

Warning: Virginity kink as I think this is the point of this prompt, use of the word MANHOOD to describe a cock, trashy paperback novel style harlequin romance to describe a wedding night.

This was also not read over before posting 😂

Extremely long and extremely NSFW

But, back to Fae Daniel and Lord Terry - maybe in order to stop the humans from destroying the forest or maybe they’ve been at war their worlds must be united / which means that a fae must marry a human / both have to be from the royal house.

But it has the added cuteness of Terry introducing him to human things (Little Mermaid may be my fav Disney movie, okay)

And in my version of this / well Daniel has never seen a human quite so big and when Terry helps him up on the alter to say their vows, large hand easily closing around his own, it does something to Daniel’s stomach.

Based on this:

obviously untouched! daniel is terrified when he sees how big terry is (in terms of height and 😈) but terry is surprisingly gentle and considerate. bonus points if terry pushed the marriage because he’s been secretly in love with daniel for a while

I ASSUME WE WANT THIS SUPER SOFT. Like charmin levels of softness. And heavy emphasis on the virgin aspect.

Yesssss - the wedding night.

Terry can sense Daniel is nervous - but the union must be consummated the night of.

Terry has also been waiting a long time for this / he’S wanted Daniel from the minute he had first seen him.

The more they got to know each other in the little they were allowed to spend together leading up to their marriage, he has come to quickly fall deeply in love with the fae.

It was Terry who pressed for this union so hard - there were a couple other candidates (not to Terry though)

As a fae Daniel, is used to being mostly nude, but as his husband slowly walks towards him there’s a look in his eyes that makes him shiver, makes him very aware of his almost nakedness.

He had on a sheet robe when he was presented to Terry which his handmaidens had divested him of, leaving him comely nude, as he was presented as the offering his was to his husband.

Terry is in the traditional armour he wears in battle perhaps, or his royal robes as he approaches.

He is divested of it as well, although he has breeches on under it still.

He can feel Daniel tremble and he lifts a hand to his mouth to kiss the back, telling him, “don’t be frightened little one. No harm will come to you here, not by my hand.”

He cradled his face in one hand, Daniel leaning into it. “Only pleasure.”

Soft kisses to start that become more hungry, Terry eating the little surprised whimpers of pleasure out of Daniel that transition into Terry tasting his skin as he mouths and licks down his neck.

A finger slipping between his cheeks to rub at his hole - Daniel crying out, eyes flying shut, his hand digging into Terry’s arm, panting slighting as he works his hips back into the foreign but not unpleasant/unwelcome feeling.

“You are untouched here, then?”

And maybe Terry knew that - virgin bride (semantics) is a requirement after all.

Still, Daniel nodding his confirmation has Terry’s blood boiling. That his little Fae will only every know Terry’s cock, and pleasure for his hands, mouth, and body.

“I will make sure you’re more than prepared.”

So he’s nervous and he would probably be worse but the wine at the banquet probably helped.

But given the nerves, how he seems to want and welcome the touch but resist it, the look of surprise on his face and how clumsy yet hungry he is for kisses, how RESPONSIVE he is to Terry’s touch, Terry wonders if Daniel is truly inexperienced in the acts of physical love.

“Have you ever Lain with another?”

Daniel won’t meet his eye now, as he shakes his head, afraid he has disappointed his husband - that he won’t be good for husband.

“I hope that does not displease you, my lord.” He offers, forcing himself to meet Terry’s eye. “I hope I can still please you in the manner which you require.”

Hearing Daniel call him my lord goes straight to his Cock along with the knowledge that Daniel is truly innocent in all regards it seems.

Terry simply goes back to kissing his husband, the heat and passion hopefully letting Daniel know that it does not disappoint him in the least. When they break, his little fae tries to chase the taste of his husband’s lips as they part.

“Knowing no one has had hands on you like this but me. That you kept yourself pure for your husband, pleases me greatly and you shall please me as well, of this I have no doubt.”

The smile he gets, little fae beaming at the praise, has Terry right back to kissing him lest he flip him over and take him right there.

I imagine, decadence at all, that there is probably wine in the room and an assortment of fruits etc for nourishment / got to keep up the strength after all.

There’s roses and flowers on the bed / Terry wanted the setting to remind Daniel of the forest and home.

Maybe, they should have consummated the union in the forest - maybe a crowd to watch is the norm - but Terry doesn’t want his husband’s deflowering to be for public consumption. An insanely jealous man - Daniel is for his eyes only.

Maybe later one once he’s more used to taking Terry’s cock, they’ll do something to appease the people (IDK - depends on your kink).

Daniel wraps his legs around a Terry’s waist as he lifts him up to carefully deposit him on the bed.

There is a small pot at the side of the bed that Terry leans over Daniel to take the top off, a sweet fragrance filling the air.

“Oil to ease the way,” he explains as he dips his fingers into a small pot at the side of the bed, “but I will also use my mouth to help prepare you.” and Daniel’s not sure what that means.

The elders only said that his job was to lie back and spread his legs for his husband - to be warm and willing when he accepted his husband into his body.

Which confused him. He is accustomed to how the forest creatures mate when they’re in season so he knows realistically his husband will want to take him in a similar manner but Daniel can’t be mounted like that. He hadn’t asked those questions though.

More kisses, which Daniel thinks are his favourite thing now, continue. His husband’s lips are so soft, his tongue delicious has it pushes into Daniel’s mouth, Daniel nipping at his lips when they part.

He watches, mouth downturned slightly in curiosity as Terry rubs his slippery fingers together, oil dripping down them to his wrist. He coated them quite liberally. “To warm it,” he explains in response to the face Daniel is making as he watches every move Terry is making, before Terry tentatively trails them to his awaiting prize.

Terry won’t lie, the fact that Daniel is so clueless is more than appealing - that Terry will be his introduction and lifeline teacher in pursuit of pleasure is both intoxicating and a great gift for which he will spend his time trying to be worthy, starting with now.

Still not sure where this is going, until wet fingers touch him down there, then he quickly realizes how his husband plans to fill him. How to claim him.

What they meant when they told him to be gracious when he receives his husband.

His eyes widen in relation and he tries to close his legs, but a large hand on the inside of his knee stops him.

“Do not deny me, little one.”

“You cannot.”

“This is mine now,” Terry explains, as his fingers go back, tracing the taunt muscle.

Daniel’s nerves are on fire and he’s so responsive, crying out, his whine continuous.

The feeling has his toes curling slightly, and he moans softly, embarrassment quickly taking hold at such wanton behaviour.

Daniel nudges his face seeking more kisses, as both a distraction and because he misses his husband’s mouth and taste already, even if it’s something he’s only just discovered.

A finger dips inside the pliable center, rubbing lightly to loosen up the tense muscle.

Terry presses more firmly and the tip dips in enough just to open him up slightly.

It’s not unpleasant but foreign. He’s never even touched himself down there like that in such a manner. Didn’t realize it was a thing.

Rolled to his stomach pulled to his hands and knees now, his cheeks spread to display the most private part of him to his husband’s eyes. The urge to hide such an intimate part of himself is strong but, he resists. As Terry said, it belongs to him now.

Besides, the position he’s in, the grip of the hands holding him apart, and his husband’s overall strength make it impossible.

He wonders what Terry finds so appealing when his husband groans, strange noises and Daniel glances back to see Terry rubbing at a bulge in his tunic.

“Such a pretty little hole - it will grip me tight when I take it.”

Suddenly, his husband’s face is down there, between his cheeks.

Warm breath now, where fingers were moments earlier, before he feels his husband’s mouth on him / and oh is that what Terry meant by getting his mouth on him.

He claws at the sheets as his husband’s tongue licks him, and then then fingers are back at his rim.

He comes like that, fingers digging into the sheets, humping back. Hand not even needed on his cock.

“So good for me.” Terry prefers that Daniel get his pleasure from having his body breeched, his hole played with, and he will teach him, but this is already a very good sign.

Only after he’s come does Terry breech him for the first time, one finger to the first knuckle.

This must be what he wants when he said he would prepare Daniel.

While not unpleasant, just strange, it’s not overly pleasurable either - that is until his husband’s fingers brush against something that has Daniel clenching down on the fingers, as they drill isn’t him now, into that spot.

He’s panting, hips moving with the fingers to increase the pleasure / almost on pure instinct.

More oil, and Daniel’s hole stretched wide around four fingers, almost to it’s limit he thinks (and how wrong he will be in a few minutes when Terry’s fingers replace his clock) but he comes like that, around them.

Fingers slowly withdrawn, obscene wet noises, loud in the room as the crackling of the fire is the only other noise.

Time for his husband to take him and solidify their union - so that it is above contestation.

He’s rolled onto his back for that though - Terry wants to see his body open and give for him, see his face as he receives his manhood for the first time.

His husband opens his pants then, and Daniel sees the bulge in all it’s glory for the first time as it springs free, curling up to his stomach and okay …… his husband is very well endowed.

That is not going to fit he thinks - he’ll be split in two.

Either way he’ll never be the same - in what way remains to be seen though.

Terry’s hand is back on his knees, to stop Daniel before he can even try to close his legs, sensing his reticence. He’ll make sure he’ll enjoy it / even if some discomfort at first is to be expected.

His husband takes his cock in his hand and wipes the head through the wet mess of oil all down his crack, rubbing it over the sensitive rim, loosened and pliable from the finger fucking.

Resting his manhood against this husband’s virgin entrance now, he puts the slightest pressure against his well prepared hole.

Daniel’s body yields as his entrance opens just enough to allow the head inside.

Daniel whimpers, face scrunching as his husband presses him hips forward, another inch going inside. Hands grip the sheets, knuckles turning white.

“You have to relax and let me in.”

He grasps Daniel’s cock, stroking it to hardness, leaking all over his hand.

Terry slides in a bit more.

“There you got. Let me in - let me have you.”

The words, the feeling his hand on his cock, all help him relax and have his body accepting more inside. No other option really, and Terry continues pressing in.

The pressure is everywhere, no way to escape it as his husband fills him, rearranging his insides to fit inside.

Terry groans at the tight grip as virgin walls are opened as he continues his steady press inside, his husband’s body having no choice but to yield to Terry and his will.

After what feels like forever, his husband is finally inside him all the way, his manhood deep inside, and Daniel can swear he can feel it throbbing - can feel every inch of it. His body pressed tight around it, his entrance closed equally tight around it, like it’s trying to keep it inside.

A few minutes to adjust before he draws back, the hard won space closing as the length leaves him, only to thrust back inside, walls yielding a bit easier now that the initial stretch has happened.

He’s very aware of the size of his husband’s cock, every bump and ridge as his Terry takes him - as the older man makes him his.

And when he fucks back in, his cock nails his prostate and Daniel arching up violently, clenching down on his husband’s cock, hard and unyielding inside him, like iron, and oh so good.

It doesn’t take much - Terry will have time to showcase his stamina later. They have forever after all.

Right now he’s just consumed with the need to cement their union - in the gape of Daniel’s hole which will match Terry’s cock after he pulls out, and the seed that will be deep inside his body, in places no one has been or reached before.

Having found his pleasure twice, Daniel is for his husband’s release now, exists to be vessel to be filled with his desire.

The siren song of his body is too strong and Terry is helpless to do anything but obey and after a few snaps of his hips, he shoves in as deep as possible, hips stilling as he pumps his seed deep inside - No one will be able to touch his claim on the little fae after this - no one will fill him the way he’ll need. Terry will make sure of that / will train his body to it.

Daniel swears he feels it / His husbands manhood throbbing and pulsing inside him as he fills him with his seed / solidifying their union.

After, someone has to come in and verify the union/consummation has taken place - Terry spreading his legs for Daniel to be quickly examined - the mess Terry left his hole in - open and wet - makes it quite obvious that Daniel did his duty (as Terry did) and received his husband in the manner he was expected to, while Terry filled him as he was supposed to.

He gathers the smaller body in his arms, and they drift to sleep.

They will join as one again in the morning, Terry decides.

The next morning the image of Daniel slowly moving Terry’s hand down to where he wants Terry again - where he swears he’s still open and wet. He remembers the pleasure he was brought but He winces though - he’s sore - and maybe Terry tells him he will allow a few days reprieve for Daniel to recover.

That is will becomes easier the more Daniel takes him. He’ll have a lot of practise.

So he puts Daniel on his knees and shows him how to pleasure him with his mouth.

Daniel’s hard just from having the man’s cock in his mouth - wrapping a Hand around himself / husband’s eyes burning on his skin as Terry watches Daniel pleasure himself for him.

Terry comes, flooding his mouth.

The next time though, Daniel is Squirming against his husband, perched in his lap. Ass humping back against his hard cock, wanting it inside.

Terry keeps pretending he doesn’t know what Daniel wants, and frustrated, Daniel puts him on his back, grinding back against his cock, catching on the rim.

And Terry is careful with his little fae, he has to be given their size difference, but my god he becomes such a feral bitey thing once he gets a taste.

[babydollmarauders]

btw, i stg if jack misses the penguins game that i’ve been waiting on the edge of my seat for— i’m taking a page out of mothers book and jumping off of a very tall something

[rottenbrainstuff]

BG3 playthrough: patches, Astarion thoughts, Grymforge

(Spoilers)

Patch 4 is a thing: People are complaining that the patch made Cazador stronger and removed the way to end the fight quicker by yeeting him over the edge of a platform… I dunno. I think you SHOULDN’T be able to cheese the fight like that. I think he SHOULD be hard to beat. He’s such a crusty unimpressive little dickwad, making the fight super hard is going to be the only way I can take that dried up asshole seriously. I’ve also seen some people complain the update made them redownload the whole game again? Or doubled the size of the game in their storage? Wut? Didn’t happen over here, for me, the update was about 10 gigs and only took a few minutes to complete??

Also some discussion about how the patch has added the ability for a dark urge to blame a murder on Astarion. Am I going nuts? I STG I saw that option already. Was that an early access thing or something? When I read the patch notes I was surprised it was a NEW addition. There’s some cranky discussion that Larian just wants to be mean to Astarion - look guys, I think Astarion is probably the favourite character, judging from the amount of his content and the marketing. What’s that old saying about how it’s a terrible thing to be the favourite of the narrative? Because then all the bad stuff happens to you? Anyways if a dark urge is going to blame a murder on anyone, Astarion the VAMPIRE is the obvious choice. So myeh. I think it’s nothing to get offended by, folks. The dialogue that triggers if you do this BTW is hilarious, the team is just like “ah yes, murderous Astarion, that makes sense” and they seem generally ok with it. “Oh Astarion! You and your murder!” Astarion is not happy you accused him, but he seems more offended not simply just by being accused of murder, but by being accused of murdering someone and wasting all the blood.

So I’m working through the grymforge now. In the beginning I was getting horribly lost constantly, because the map changes around as you go to different areas. I think I’m good now but it was funny at first. Even in a video game with a map right there, my sense of direction is terrible.

I liked the little touch of Astarion disapproving if you bow your head in respect by the large group of dead gnome slaves. He is totally fine if you vow to get revenge on their murderers, but useless thoughts and prayers don’t do shit to help anyone. I think I’ve mentioned that he seemed like he was getting better about being huffy when I decide to help people, but then I grabbed a chunk of disapproval for arguing with Nere and Brithvar in support of the slaves. Guess my man still has some issues to sort through. I know that we have his dislike of gnomes in general, lol, but he doesn’t have objections to me helping the gnomes in other situations - IE inviting Barcus to stay at our camp - he specifically objects to me insisting the slaves be let go. In my head I imagine that he gets angry seeing someone jump in like a knight in shining armor saving these people being hurt and killed under their cruel masters, not even asking for any payment in return, when there was no one, not a single soul at all, who helped him in the almost 200 years he spent enslaved by Cazador. I feel like the more someone is in a situation that reminds him of himself, the more uncomfortable and angry he gets about it.

Poor dumbass. My big buff drow is gonna scruff him like a feral cat and feed him churus until he stops hissing.

I’m reading a lot of thoughts about how sad Astarion’s ending is if he stays a spawn and loses his ability to be in the sun, I’m reading drabbles about him crying about being burned in the sun, never able to be in the sun again etc, and it’s like…

I’m not saying it’s not sad, cause it is. His origin scene of waking up in the sunlight is good, his romance morning-after where he’s literally basking in the sunrise (and perhaps it can be assumed, is something he does most mornings) is so nice. For some reason though, I’m just not as moved by it all as much as other people seem to be. Maybe it’s because I have a drow tav who really isn’t… like, the idea of never being able to be in the sun, just in and of itself, it doesn’t feel like that much of a tragedy to him and to me, as a single issue. I know it’s not a single issue, I know the sun thing is symbolic of all the other vampire spawn issues coming back. But in fics and discussion people really do fixate on the sunlight, even suggest that it’s a good enough reason to do the ascendant ending, just to fix it, and yeah. Man. Look, my guy over here knows plenty of people who lived their whole lives without sunlight at all, sunlight is certainly lovely, and it’s certainly not a great thing if the choice is totally removed from you, but this enormous TRAGEDY? I just don’t feel it.

Plus I dunno guys. Maybe I’m weird, but I don’t think the answer to everyone’s story arcs is necessarily erasing everything that’s been done to them and doing a factory reset. It’s too bad Astarion isn’t able to keep the fun perks of the tadpole, but, like, that’s ok. That’s something that can be moved on from. If doing the right thing was always easy and without any tradeoffs or consequences ever, everyone would always do the right thing. Something something you can never really go back because you have been changed by the journey. I don’t know. I don’t know how to explain. I’m not that sad about it and honestly I find it more satisfying in his epilogue that he now has some spawn limitations to contend with again, more satisfying than if everything had just been magically fixed forever like a handy little factory reset. I really like the post-game idea of my drow tav and him traveling through the underdark together to try and organize the freed spawn.

Anyways back to the Grymforge: I met Nere and kicked his stupid slimy ass. I was really mad there seems to be no way to save that poor gnome he flings into the lava. I had no idea you could invite Barcus to stay at your camp? I’ve thoroughly spoiled a lot of things with this game for myself, so I’m always really delighted when I run into something I legit didn’t know. Man dude, I hope this guy you’ve been chasing is worth it. Somehow I rather suspect he isn’t. But you what makes me a bit bemused……. So drow are supposed to have a matriarchal culture, a TERRIBLE matriarchal culture, where males are enslaved or even just freaking killed. And yet, even so, of all the drow characters I’ve run into so far, two have been women and six have been men. (and that’s not even counting the petrified drow that stayed petrified in that field, who I’m assuming are also all guys!) Even in a matriarchal culture, there’s still more important male characters than female ones?... kinda bemused by that. Oh well. Small niggle.

I think there’s an elevator here that leads straight to act 2??? Am I already that close to being done act 1??? When I’m done in the underdark I’m doubling back to do the stuff in the mountain pass.

A personal side note: Astarion’s face is starting to piss me off. I had an ex with an extremely similar face, similar fine bone structure and high cheekbones. He was much younger though. Guy was the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, and dumb as a box of rocks. (Stupid, anti-Semitic rocks) I am constantly reminded of my stupid ex while I contemplate Astarion’s cheekbones, and I mourn that that man was not blessed with more sense or else I might still be with him.

[no-nameno-face]

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