#i'm in remission bitch

[interstate40]

welp.

my bowels actually started going off at work so I had to go home early to repeatedly shit for the rest of the night in peace

[your-girl-circe]

I get disgusted if they are or look so much "professionals" in carnal connections or generally choosing to go for these type of ephemeral experiences. I automatically cut em off.

[melodic-haze]

h-hey 👯‍♀️😕😜🎀

Since you said in your other post that you wanted to write for either Miko or Ei, I HAD AN IDEA!!

What if Miko and fellow kitsune!Reader who start their breeding months (in january obviously) and have Ei volunteering herself to them not knowing that they can’t obviously be sated in just one day 🙄 (r.i.p her cunny)

☆ — DEMO TRACK: switch!Miko x sub!Ei x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader and Miko can shift what they want (specifically their genitals 😄), knotting and breeding (not really)

☆ — NOTES: You. YOUUUUUU. Are such a genius ily anon ty for this 🙏🙏🙏

Ohhhh this bitch REALLY fucked around and found out LOL I almost feel bad.......almost

Have to hand it to Ei though, she DID try to research before proposing the idea in the first place. Especially since this is set in the first year since she got out the PoE........but studying it obv won't be the same as the real thing LOL

You and Miko have fared relatively okay on your own—the two of you have ABSOLUTELY mated before to ease each other's heat but it always felt like something was missing. You both made sure to take procedures to make sure neither of you ever concieved a child after the process with the excuse of the two of you being way too busy to care for one but like. The actual main reason was that if you were to have a child, you both wanted to have the third piece of the puzzle there with you

Now that the third member of your polycule's back, your heats are STRONGER THAN EVER bc wtf she's acc here??? Ughfhghfhh neeeeeed......like do you get me I hope you do

It wasn't as if it was a normal discussion to have out in public (you both always talked about it indoors until neither of you needed to really talk ab it anymore from all the time spent w each other) but it was a nice picnic between the three of you; Ei's head was on Miko's thighs as she ate up yet ANOTHER skewer of tricolour dango while you were leaning on the latter's side when she brought it up

Ei cleared her throat with a slight tinge of nervousness, "Could I perhaps, ah.. assist the both of you in your mating period?"

You choked on the dango that you were about to swallow as you see Miko startle the slightest bit, nearly dropping her novel in the process.

When you managed to regain your composure (or at least a modicum of it), you could only rush out a simple "'scuse me?" as Miko placed her book down to the side with a raised brow.

Miko combed her fingers through Ei's hair as she questioned, "What brought this on, dear?"

"Well..." The Archon licked her lips as she slowly got her words out, "I've.. left you two for over five hundred years. And while I'm glad that you both had each other for company whenever the season hits, I cannot deny that.. well, I feel bad, I suppose."

"You feel bad," the shrine priestess mocked, which.. really, wasn't all that undeserved, despite the fact that she was mocking the nation's leader.

"For a lack of a better word, yes." She sits up and turns to the both of you, putting the now-empty skewer aside, "Now that I have returned from my admittedly self-imposed isolation, it would be remiss of me to.. avoid my duties as your lover."

"I don't mean to be rude, Your Excellency," you teased, "but do you even know what you're saying? You've been in the Plane of Euthymia for so long; I worry for your safety."

You hear the pink fox envoy let out a quiet snort of amusement for your slight condescension (all in good faith, of course) as Ei sighed, "I think you forget that I am not a fragile mortal who needs to be coddled—I can withstand brutal wars and come out victorious."

"Besides," she adds, "I have done a fair amount of research to refresh my knowledge. I assure you both that I can take whatever it is you give me."

Miko mused, "I thought you knew better than to rely on textbook information rather than actual experiment, Ei."

"You're trying much too hard to dissuade me from my offer."

"We both deserve to rib into you for at least a couple hundred years."

"Especially considering how we've been left to fend for ourselves..."

"I.. suppose I do deserve that. And I want to make amends for it all, starting with this. So.. will you let me help? Please?" She looked at the both of you with such sincerity despite the subject matter.

...

The fact that Raiden Ei herself was begging the two of you though...

The both of you jumped her sides with sharing grins, your ears flicking in sync as you let out your own laughs.

"You should hope that you don't regret that, Ei.."

"..Because we are rather.. insatiable."

Then comes the actual thing and ohhhhh girlie was NOT prepared

When I said your heats get worse bc of how Ei's back, I fucking MEAN IT. It's the fact that that familiar sweet smell isn't just a not-quite-forgotten memory for you two anymore that it's just driving you both abslutely NUTS

When she gets to you two she gets POUNCED ON and there is. Basically no break for her at all and foreplay is basically foreGONE atp tbh

Eat her cunt like a bitch STARVED it's like both you and Miko are competing and assisting each other at the same time like who can eat her out better, who can make her squirt, etc etc

SO MANY BITE MARKS ON HER HOLY SHIT like okay yes on you and Miko as well but both of you want to mark Ei EXTREMELY for all the time you've lost with her. The both of you wanna show both Ei and perhaps the entirety of Inazuma that archon is YOURS at the end of the day......at least, if the loud noises didn't give them enough of a hint 🤷‍♀️

You're so right anon rip Ei's cunny indeed bc both you and Miko ABUSE the living HELL out of it❗️❗️❗️ You do often have to personally pry Miko off when she's overstaying in the spot you're supposed to share 🫶🫶🫶🫶 just tell her she's being a VERY bad girl rn and she'll fold. Usually she wouldn't but the haze (lol) in her mind is sooo fucking thick she can't think straight and she can't think of the witty remarks she would've otherwise made :((( poor baby the only thing she wants to do is breed and get bred :(((((((

I need to spitroast her with Miko so very badly I'm ngl to you I neeeed I NEEEEED I need to see Ei being impaled on both ends, both sides basically slobbering

It'd be very messy and would 100% take so long before you finish but when you do, it's with your fellow kitsune's own pussy practically filled to the brim and Leaking as she's laid out and finally passed out as your hips are locked in on your Archon's own; you cumming inside of you for like the nth time and stuffing her full w a mix of both your and Miko's cum and essentially plugging it with an inflamed bulb :3

Whether Ei has a system that allows her to get pregnant or not, gen who knows.......but one thing's def for sure. Or like three things acc: one, you two are VERY clearly excited that your shared lover is finally back; two, turns out she absolutely LOVES being used and bred by her two partners; and three?

It was an unusually hard thing to do, waking up. Despite having an artifical body and being an archon that has faced true horrors and extreme exhaustion, she found herself absolutely spent from the marathon.. copulation.

Ei had hoped that her exhaustion meant that the two of you were much more tired than she was, even despite your inhumanity, and yet...

Her eyes couldn't help but flutter open as a sudden gasp left her lips—she sees you push into her roughly with a lust-addled look on your face. You were already inside her when she fell asleep, considering the animalistic knot that held the both of you together, but even when it had shrunk to a more.. manageable level, you still hadn't taken it out.

Then Ei looks slightly to the right and there she sees her pink-haired familiar, heavily breathing as she grinded her wet, hot pussy onto her thighs with such loud, obscene moans.

(If the Archon listened close enough, which she did, she would've noticed the slight growl to the sounds she made—such a sound was at its most clearest when she ducked down to press another bite mark on porcelain skin.)

She couldn't even utter a word to remark that she had just woken up, didn't even have the room to do anything to stop you before you started pounding away at her like your life depended on it.

..And she could. Really, she could. She wasn't the feared Raiden Shogun for nothing.

She could stop you if she wanted to.

If she wanted to.

But when she feels the residual fluids within her gush out as you essentially resculpt her insides over and over and over, when she feels the desperate whines that Miko lets out as she cums and covers her thigh in slick, well.

She finds that she doesn't really want to.

(And really, not only was it her fault for volunteering, but this is her responsibility as your lover.)

(She knew that, and she wasn't going to start shirking her responsibilities again.)

(Even if it costs her her mobility for a while. But it's fine, she can just do a lot of maintenance after.)

[burst-of-iridescent]

Hii!! some days ago you recommended such selfish prayers as a zutara introduction ficin one of your responses. I read it to give zutara a try and I really liked it!! and I was wondering if you had some more introductory level (or just with a similar badass katara) zutara fics that you could recommend me?

of course! i'm so glad you enjoyed such selfish prayers. here are some of my other zutara favourites:

katara alone by cablesscutie: this is another katara centric with background zutara oneshot about katara finding her place in the world post-war. this fic has some of the best katara characterization and i love the journey she undertakes in it. plus the zutara mutual pining is top-notch.

look to your kingdoms by akaiiko: katara grows tired of being just the avatar's girlfriend and becomes the painted lady again. as you may be able to tell, i'm a sucker for fics where katara gets to fully own her agency and be a badass bitch saving people <3 also blue spirit zuko x painted lady katara, enough said.

i'd also recommend you check out this author's other works if you want to delve deeper into zutara, because she writes them so beautifully.

i'm still here by owedbetter: this one is a zutara classic, and for good reason. i'll let it speak for itself, but just know that if you're pissed at how dirty bloodbending was done in the series, this is the fic for you.

and you feel your heart (taking root in your body) by raisindeatre: one of my favourite multi-chapter zutara fics, and a really good one to ease into zutara. it's slowburn, has badass katara, the writing is gorgeous, and the chemistry is Peak.

the color of the stars by bluenebulae: this one is long (it clocks in at 40 chapters) but i would be remiss in offering recommendations if i didn't include my all-time favourite. this is a canon divergent fic where zuko and katara are both captured during the day of black sun and must break out of imprisonment and find their way to aang together and it has absolutely everything you could want. the slowburn is real though.

i hope you enjoy these! be warned though, that once you get into zutara, you're never getting back out. have fun! <3

[sephirothsplaything]

DNA| Sec.80 high power-chapter 12

A/N: Act Two is officially here!! I'm so excited to write more action stuff. Also, I'm trying new stuff with diff povs so I hope this isn't wonky.

word count:2,191

Aemond and Rhaella parallels !!!!

AEMOND TARGARYEN WAS ANGRY. He had slain the bastard, involuntarily, to his dismay. Vhagar had disobeyed him, but he supposed dragons would act however they pleased in the end.

Nevertheless, regret bubbled inside him like a vile poison, he would follow suit in the way of his mount. Aemond would do as he pleased.

He could recall the shouts of his mother, condemning him for the act. It could have been amusing, at one time. The entirety of the realm now viewed him as a kinslayer.

It made him feel important, establishing himself as one not to be trifled with. Privately, he could admit there was a certain unplaceable emptiness.

Aegon had summoned Aemond to a council meeting to discuss matters that did not particularly interest him. He had already fashioned his own plans, much and more cunning than whatever his halfwit brother could produce.

His mother was not fond of his presence at the table, that much was clear. Aemond remained composed as the coin in his hand flitted between his fingers.

"The Riverlords can declare for me, lest they meet Sunfyre and Vhagar," Aegon stated flippantly. It annoyed Aemond, his brothers' unseriousness.

Establishing claim in Harrenhal was his own idea, an obvious one at that. All other lords in the surrounding area would bend the knee and follow suit.

"Rhaenyra has dragons." Alicent states.

"Mine are bigger." Aegon smirks.

Aemond wished to scoff at his brother's words. Vhagar was his. He alone mounted the biggest dragon. In some wicked irony, he is restrained to guard Kings Landing against attacks.

'Have you maintained your grip on my mother's dragon?' Aemond recalled the voice of Rhaella. At that time, it must have been a bitter jab for something she lacked. But her compelling voice that polluted his mind was almost mocking him.

It was not a possibility that Rhaella could have known Vhagar would do such a thing.

Aemond's eye flitted at the memory of her. Surely Rhaella had since heard the news by now. He longed to see her; Rhaella would be beyond furious with him, she would glare at him with those harsh eyes he adored terribly.

Aemond's grip on the coin tightened as he listened to the blabber of the counsel continue on.

His own plans would be heard, he would make sure of it.

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The map was lit by candlelight as Aemond plotted out his own war in the company of Ser Criston Cole. They had bonded over the death of the strong bastard. Cole assured him it was necessary. Aemond would not be remiss to recognize the personal conviction in the knight's tone.

"It is a canny scheme." Ser Criston Cole admitted once he heard Aemond's proposal.

"But moot." Aemond leaned back in the chair,eye fixed onto the lines on the map that highlighted Riverrun.

"A war with dragons is inevitable." Criston Cole sighed out. Both sides engaged in a brinkmanship; Who would be the first to deliver fire and blood?

If Aemond was king, he would have since scorched Dragonstone and the Bitch Queen's supporters. Perhaps he would take Rhaella to his side before the fact. She could come to understand later, as Aemond knew she would.

"Alicent blames me for starting this war," Aemond said, a cruel smile displayed on his mouth.

It was strange to Aemond, why was he at fault? His mother plotted to usurp his father, her husband's throne.

"Your mother is gentle, Rhaenyra is the cunning spider." Criston Cole says after a time.

"She holds love for our enemy, that would make her a fool," Aemond says cooly. But alas there it was again, stabbing him in the chest.

Sharp hypocrisy. But his was different, he assured himself. Their love is different.

She loved him.

"Rhaella is a viper herself, more so now if she is under Rhaenyra." Criston Cole added.

Aemond's temper flared. Cole had forgotten himself, he knew nothing.

"Rhaella is of no consequence." Aemond decides out loud.

Criston Cole raised a brow. "She killed a kingsguard,you know."

A ghost of a smile found its way to Aemond's face. Something akin to pride swelled.

She was Daemon's daughter after all.

His Rhaella, fighting a guard. She had joined him in spilling blood. It was a comfort Aemond took in stride.

"She has no dragon," Aemond said. His tone was indicative of ending the conversation, which Criston Cole took note of.

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Aemond's longing had driven him to the streets of Silk that night. He recalled Rhaella's hands over him, she had been so uncharacteristically pliant for him. Her voice was lofty and skin ever so soft.

She knew her place, it seemed. Under him.

He craved something familiar to him. But she was far from him now, falling into a pit of black under the pretender.

Familiar led him to the only other women he had known.

"My prince." The Madame Sylvie greeted expectantly. She eyed his body down in a practiced glance.

Aemond did not speak much, as was routine. He only wished to feel.

.............................

RHAELLA TARGARYEN WAS ANGRY. Self-hatred ate her up like a parasite. Luke was dead and she still thought of Aemond. Rhaena had not left her room in days and she still thought of him.

Had he finally let his missing eye guide his temper? Surely there had to be more.

And if there wasn't? She didn't dare think that far.

It had been ten days since the death of Lucerys Velaryon. The Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen had scarcely been seen, leaving in the early mornings and entering the castle late into the night.

Searching for a body she'd likely never find, Rhaella figured. It was hardly her place to voice the opinion.

After the discovery that she had been meddling with the Cannibal dragon, Daemon snapped at her. Rhaella did not shrink, conviction had become her resolve.

From then on, her father decided that ignoring her altogether would be easier than back and forth.

Rhaella leaned her head back onto the wall of the cave, her curls catching in its rough fixtures.

Aegrarax was munching greedily on the dragon egg she had brought for him. In total, Rhaella had taken six to him over the course of a fortnight.

He still had not yet allowed Rhaella to fly, much to her frustration. But she must favor patience, a fact she reminded herself daily.

Dragons were not slaves. And wild dragons certainly weren't absolved of that point.

Rhaella reached out to touch him, taking comfort in the hardened scales. The Cannibal and grown something of used to her being in his territory.

Sometimes, he huffed in her direction in greeting. It made Rhaella grin. Her name day came and went. It was not celebrated in earnest. She received a letter from her grandsire, Corlys. Her grandmother had gifted her a dragon hairpin fashioned from Valyrian steel.

"You could stand to be more thankful," Rhaella muttered to the dragon. Climbing to the eggs was some task, soon someone would take notice.

The Cannibal's cave had become her new respite, something familiar to her.

It was dusk when Rhaella decided to return to the castle. She descended from the dragonmount with ease. It was common as of late that her dress was streaked with soot and ash. She sported it like a badge of honor.

The knights at the door moved aside for Rhaella as she entered. She wished to change her clothes, however the light of the painted table caught her eye.

The black council had gathered, awaiting their queen. It must've been under her father's command, as she was not informed of the meeting.

Jacaerys and not yet returned from Winterfell, no doubt still flying the distance.

Rhaena avoided the gaze of Rhaella, choosing to turn away. Perhaps she held it against her sister. Rhaella could hardly fault her for it. Sometimes it felt as though she was on Vhagar's back during the act.

Still, the stinging pain of being shunned by Rhaena was unshakeable.

Rhaella was alone, again.

She took her place on the opposite side of the table. Her eyes trailed over the lines of fire, outlining their path.

The blockade was upkept by Rhaenys, cutting off supplies to Kingslanding. Rhaella thought it was a rather passive-aggressive strategy. She could not be too critical though, she would've acted similarly.

"I see you've grown the sense to leave your cave," Daemon said. It had occurred to Rhaella that it was the first sentence her father had spoken in her direction in days.

He was softening.

"Sorry father, "Rhaella replied immediately. Her hands held each other, hoping it would help.

"Time must have left me."

Daemon gave something of a scoff. It satisfied Rhaella anyhow.

"Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of her name." Ser Erryk Cargyll announced.

All turned to see the sight. Rhaella didn't see a Queen nor a protector of the realm.

She only saw a grieving mother. Rhaenyra's hair was strewn messily. Dried tears streaked her face as she gripped a cloak in her hand with a deadly grip.

Rhaella supposed she had found something of value. Something to burn.

"Your council awaits your command," Daemon said. His hands hovered over the handle of dark sister.

Rhaenyra did not speak for a time. Fresh tears began to trail down.

"I want Aemond Targaryen." Queen Rhaenyra declares.

No one spoke. What more was there to say? Rhaella's hand twitched as plundering guilt choked her.

Even now, she could not rid herself of..whatever this was.

Love or blind obsession Rhaella couldn't be sure.

It was not a statement, the queen's words. It was an order.

For her father. He would kill Aemond, likely.

She should let it be. It would be the only way.

So why did her heart cry so profusely?

Queen Rhaenyra limped off to her chambers. One by one the lords exited the room.

"Rhaena?" Rhaella called. It proved fruitless as she was ignored.

Rhaella in a culpable desperation reaches for her sister's arm, which was jerked away instantly.

"Leave me." Rhaena hissed.

Alright then. She would not force it.

Finding herself in need of distraction, Rhaella trailed after her father.

She ensured there was a great bit of distance, lest she is noticed.

She found herself venturing further into the depths of the castle.

To the prisons.

Rhaella waited for a moment behind the door. Her ear strained as she attempted to listen for anything.

Mayhaps it was her mind playing tricks on her,but there was a voice she knew well that rang out.

Rhaella crawled out of sight as she watched Daemon stomp out of the cells in a huff.

"They should be treated as traitors to the crown." He barked out to the guard.

Her curiosity was officially peaked. After the halls cleared, Rhaella made her way to the holding cells.

And there sat Mysaria and Astris. Their clothes were dirty and their eyes tired.

Rhaella simply stared, eyes slightly widened.

"I am in no mood to deal with you of all people." Mysaria groaned.

Astris, at the sight of Rhaella, found it in herself to be accepting.

"I figured you'd find your way here, sooner or later," Astris said, her dark irises sparkling.

"How?" Was the first word that forced itself out of Rhaella. Last she saw them it was in flea bottom.

"Otto Hightower set fire to our home, that cunt." Astris muttered.

"And your dear father seems to think we are traitors to the realm," Mysaria adds darkly.

Rhaella leaned forward to the bars, eyes darting to and from the two women. Astris seemed mostly unharmed. Rhaella released a breath.

"Has he harmed you?" Rhaella questioned.

Mysaria shrugged her shoulders. She had been Daemon's previous paramore, Rhaella figured she was used to as much.

"He does not remember me, thank the Gods," Astris said.

Rhaella shook her head. She could not allow Astris to stay here like this. She was no longer her handmaid, she was a friend.

"I cannot assure for Mysaria but I shall find a way to free you," Rhaella promised she hoped it was a possibility.

"Take your time," Mysaria said snarkily

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The following morning, the funeral for Lucerys Velaryon took place.

Rhaella stood by her grandmother, who placed a hand onto her shoulder. The warmth scorched her body.

Her grandmother was offering comfort and she did not deserve it.

Guilt clung unto her once more.

She was undeserving.

Rhaella watched as fire was set to Luke's clothes. Little Joffery threw a toy into the pyre as Jace held him.

The smoke caused her eyes to water. Perhaps she could cry, but she surrendered to the plummeting numbness.

If Luke were here, he'd make a joke of her condition. 'the strange one cannot cry for her cousin?'

Rhaena's choked sobs were agonizing. She wished to hug her sister,to apologize for the loss of her betrothed.

Maybe she could apologize for being the way she was. Whatever she was.

For now, Rhaella bowed her head,if Luke could feel her pains, she hoped he could forgive her

[eldritch-spouse]

pinnie!

what if Santi's mistress/the person who bought him was vesper's match (let's just say Santi sparred us is bc we are a bad bitch not bc we are his match tho I do think vesper and Santi sharing a match is interesting)

when the new queen moves in she just walks in with Santi while giving vesper the biggest puppy dog eyes ever "can I please keep my horny guy? he'll be good I promise"

Santi did not expect to see you at the auction.

This is a surface auction, and not even the most opulent of them, what is the very Queen of Lust doing here?! Every other poor concubus in the line up was aware of this too.

Because even if they had never seen Vesper, even if the King wasn't there himself, you reeked of the most powerful incubus in the Hells. Not to mention the marks spread across your skin...

Santi just had to go home with you. For kicks.

The incubus plays his part well, targeting you specifically, using every trick in the book to force your attention on him, and subtly snapping at any other concubus present who was still composed enough to have the same idea.

There's a giant grin on his face as the two of you walk together, escorted by your luxurious vehicle and guards, venturing through the rifts that lead to Lust. Santi knows this path like the back of his hand, but he plays stupid anyway, always eager to ask for your perspective on things and all too happy to slide his hands anywhere. As his old friend's lover, as a Queen, he'd be remiss not to make your purchase worth the hassle.

The first red flag for you should be that Santi actively greets some of the harem members when you bring him to the mansion. The second is the face Vesper makes when he turns around to see you two. The demonlord cackles at your question.

" Santi, back on the auction blocks, are you? " The King playfully chastises, coming over to slap a large hand on the incubus' shoulder while you stand there in visible bewilderment.

" Can you blame me? It's usually so amusing. Besides, I get to see the world this way, hm? " The smaller incubus winks. " Just never think I'd find my way back home. Escorted by my lovely new Mistress here- "

Both of them chuckle, Vesper sliding his knuckles over your cheek sweetly before removing the leash from your grasp and using it to harshly, jarringly pull at Santi's tits, twisting the length of it around his forearm. The demon you bought screams out a moan so loud it rattles the walls, biting at his lips hard as the delicious tangle of pain and pleasure renders him speechless.

" Vixen, you have a great eye for pretty toys! " Vesper seems legitimately happy about the situation. " But this one here- " There's a sharper tug that makes Santi have to stand on his very toes, keening. " It would be a crime to keep it sealed within my walls. "

A mock-pout graces the Icon's features. " I'm afraid it's a catch and release, sweetness. "

" But- I paid for him! That's not fair! " You bark at the Lord of Lust.

" You did pay for him, yes! " Vesper consoles, finally letting up so Santi can sway in place and rub at his sore chest. " And you can have Santi whenever you please, but- "

He bends towards you, placing a gentle peck to your forehead. " Trust me, his shenanigans are too funny to keep him at the mansion. You'll understand soon enough. "

Squinting, your pout remains, looking longingly at the pretty incubus you just bought yet will apparently have to let go of eventually.

The King claps a hand over the recovering high-ranker's back, getting an 'oof' in response. " So sugardick, how about you spend the night here with me and my Queen? Just like old times. "

Santi snickers. " Just like old times. "

[rei-ismyname]

From The Ashes - Mystique

So, Mystique has her own book once more with issue #1 dropping on October 16th. Given the state of the Marvel world at the moment (or at least the X-books, everyone else seems focused elsewhere while mutants are being slaughtered and imprisoned... again) it really feels like Raven Darkholme's time to shine.

Looks cool but feels like something's missing

She hasn't had a solo book since 2004 - 20 years - and a lot has changed since then. She was quite the breakout character during the Krakoan age - she got her wife Destiny back, she found a sort of understanding with their son Nightcrawler (and we all learned the truth of the retcon in a pretty slick way), and perhaps most importantly we got a sense of her interiority. I'd be remiss in not mentioning Rogue, but they weren't really in each other's orbits until Fall of X. YMMV, but she became sympathetic for the first time ever. We got to see her interact with almost everyone as an uneasy ally while still being her bad bitch black ops self. Not friends, but on the same team with the overarching investment in keeping their shared home working. There was a foundation of connective tissue there right until the end.

Be Gay, Do Crime?

Alas, the wheel has turned again and Krakoa is no more. The connective tissue is gone. However, out of the three people she was closest to narratively - Destiny, Kurt and Rogue - the relationship I'm truly invested in seeing more of is her and Destiny. The book isn't called Mystique and Destiny, and she's not in any of the solicits or preview artwork, but surely they wouldn't do a Mystique book without her, would they?

My favourite sapphic terrorists

Yeah, I think they would tbh. Destiny is a very complex character to write and she was so entwined with Krakoa from the start in HoxPoX due to the nature of her gift - seeing possible futures. As the narrative pulls away from Krakoa, as we look for those pieces of connective tissue, as character growth is left by the wayside or undone, the world and stories are getting much smaller. Destiny had reached the promised land and her gift was focused on survival - of the married couple and Krakoa itself. I'm just not sure where she'd fit in a From The Ashes world.

Such a strong partnership too - Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler.

The elephant in the room is that the pair are very popular and I'm pretty sure the Mystique-buying demographic would have something to say about Destiny being absent. I'm thinking the Magneto treatment is likely, some contrived way of keeping her in the margins of the run or even depowering her. We know Mystique is going to be more of a face than she's been in the past, 'protecting mutants.' That is a good thing as her motivations were often baffling pre-2019. Her behaviour was often handwaved with 'craziness' which is not good for any character, especially a woman.

Destiny in her distinctive mask is visible in this header, although...

This was somewhat explained in Fall of X that Xavier's (consensual) memory tampering knocked something loose, for lack of a better term. I'm hoping the growth we saw sticks, and I don't think that's unrealistic, it's the rest of it. What prompted me writing this was the AIPT review of the first issue. It all sounds exciting but the only other character mentioned is Nick Fury, nothing on Destiny. Any reviewer worth their salt should have a sense of expectations, and the absence feels meaningful.

Obviously this is all speculation, which is fun, though I'm not going off nothing here. I'm trying to be mindful of being the 'Krakoa was the best and this shit sucks' person, but Krakoa WAS the best and I really don't want From The Ashes to suck. I don't have any control over that, though I do have control over my expectations.

Bling! knows what's up, leaning on the fourth wall.

The last thing I think needs consideration is that the couple got the Wedding Special very recently. It was pretty good, though I thought the best parts were the Claremont interview and Anole's ongoing protest. But it was popular!

Mystique would LOVE that. Bisexual Menace for life.

He ended up putting it on a t-shirt. I need one!

As fun as it was and as much hype it got at the time, remember that it was a Pride Month thing. Ever the rainbow capitalists, Marvel picked a winning focus but I don't think they'd have done outside of Pride Month. Sadly, that might apply to their relationship as well. I think it would be a miscalculation, but the signs point to it being a solo book. As I often say in my doomsaying posts, we shall see and I hope I'm wrong.

They're just too iconic and work so well together. Don't get me wrong, good writing can make anything work. Aside from my ongoing mourning of Krakoa, WLW rep is important and for all their faults they deserve love like everyone else. Maybe a Sisterhood of Evil Morally Ambiguous Mutants is on the cards?

[symbioticsimplicity]

Tumblr, I have like...the weirdest question to ask you all. And I don't exactly know how to phrase it.

What...no, I think where exists the sexual being threshold for clowns?

See yeah no I don't know how to ask this, let's--

Here, visuals can only help us:

Here we've got these guys. They have all the classical halmarks of being a clown. Colorful face paint, big red nose, off-putting clashing outfit, the works. On most people's Sexy Meter or whatever, they're rating pretty low. Might even hit creepy for some folk.

But then we've got like, I dunno, this fuckin dude:

Definitely still a clown, and creepy as all hell arguably. But. BUT. There are plenty of people who want to fuck him, I know it, I've seen the fan art.

Could be the monsterfuckers I hear you say. You're probably right, but that's not the only flavor of clown I see folks wanting to get freaky with.

I think I've figured out my actual question now, the pictures helped.

How many clown traits can something have and still be sexy? And which ones are they??? And just maybe, what the fuck is it about a handful of clown traits that makes people lose their shit???

So. We have a baseline. Normal ass Bozo lookin headass clowns.

Now, lets shuffle to the far side of this horrible, horrible scale I need to make.

I would be remiss not to mention her for a question like this:

Arguably Harley has the least amount of clown traits while still being associated HEAVILY with clowns. Previous iterations of her have leaned harder into the clown theme, although she's more of a jester but fuck it same circus.

Regardless of her clown genus, Harley is arguably the best example of the Clown Sexiness cross over bullshit I'm talking about. She was also built with the intention of making her sexually appealing and she happens to have the least actual clown traits.

Now is that...related??

Recently I've been watching a lot of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss (which is probably what triggered this whole clown sexualization crisis nonsense). There are a LOT of characters in that series who resemble clowns heavily and are also still considered to be sexy.

On the lower end of the clown scale we have:

The Morningstars. Both Charlie and Lucifer’s faces resemble clown makeup strongly enough to immediately make one think of clowns. Lucifer is dressed like a fucking ringmaster and both of them are very silly MOST of the time. They're both considered attractive.

But then you've got these bitches:

They are VERY clown. Pretty sure they're based on clownfish even. They SING about being clowns.

Still hot!

But Symbi, I hear you groan, they're traditionally attractive women, of course people think they're hot. That's why. It overides the clown. That's it.

EXPLAIN. HIM.

This fucking dude is AGGRESSIVELY clown. He probably has the highest quotient of clown traits of the regular Helluva Boss cast. He's a weird little gremlin and I KNOW people want to fuck him real bad.

Is it because they've minimized the obtrusiveness of the clown? Moved away from the traditional and into stylization and thus transcended the barriers of clown? Is it cause they're all skinny and white?

I'd probably pack it up there with that as an explanation if I hadn't had to sit through THIS FUCKING DUDE taking over my dash for weeks:

I don't know a goddamn thing about One Piece but I know everyone was so fucking horny about this clown for...just a long ass while.

Now HE has even more prominent clown traits than anyone since Pennywise tbh. He's serving classic clown cunt like he's the last circus in Clown Town. Surely he should have been in the same camp as the baseline guys.

And yet. AND YET my very vivid memory of the fever dream that was watching a chunk of the internet simp for him tells me that's not the case.

So. Where the FUCK is the line?? Where do we stop wanting to fuck clowns? Why do we START wanting to fuck clowns?? Where in the god bedamned hell do ICP fall on this... clown fuckery scale. Please don't answer that one.

I don't know the answers to any of it. I just noticed that people find it sexy when people do the big lipstick with the points at the corners and that shit looks like stylized clown makeup. Now I'm drowning in clowns and questions.

Help.

[aria-ashryver]

my introverted ass gets a lil shy about participating in fandom events sometimes lol, but I wanted to give some folks some love for ✨Choices Fandom Shoutout Day!✨

Firstly, to all my moots, but especially @pudb1e @alleykatart @icanmakewords @honeyinadream @scrumptioustimemachinetragedy @aces-and-angels @zhoras-bitch @lilyoffandoms and anyone else i've missed! (chemo brain is a bitch)

ngl, every time you guys like something to do with the Starlight blorbos it makes me giddy. You make this such a warm and joyous place to be with every little interaction -- your joy is my joy, and I'm so glad our shared love of ID and Choices fandom stuff (and hopefully, my writing too!) has brought you all some happiness.

I hope something makes you smile today. You deserve all the happiness in the world and I appreciate you all so much 🌻🌼🌷

I wanted to give an extra special shout out to @jerzwriter for making this fandom such an inclusive and welcoming place -- you are just straight up lovely! I know I barely know you, but you have a generosity of spirit that I really, greatly admire.

[Skip this bit if you want, as I'm touching on heavier health stuff]. I realise I haven't actually got around to posting the fic in question yet (writing takes a lot out of me atm), but I have been frittering away at a piece based on the ask you sent me forever ago, and I really wanted to thank you for taking the time to send that ask in the first place. Not only did it make me feel like I really was a part of the community here, but you actually sent me that ask right before a meeting with my oncologist where I was due to find out whether I had been responding to chemotherapy or not. (I am getting better! ✨🎉) It was a pretty rough morning, and through some truly serendipitous timing, you swooped in and offered me the perfect distraction. I immediately found myself imagining all these soft scenarios and trying to cobble together little plot points instead of fixating on my anxiety; you gave me an escape when I really needed it.

And for me, that's exactly what fandom is all about! That's what fanfic writers and fanartists are so wonderful at achieving with their works; is bringing this refuge of joy and levity and beauty when we need it the most. So, truly, thank you -- not just for the ask that day, not just for all your hard work with @choicesficwriterscreations, but simply for being you and for sharing your stories with the world. You really do bring a light 💛

And through all of this, my OG reader and wonderful friend @freedom-kitty ✨ You've been there since the beginning bringing so much enthusiasm and eagerness and leaving some of the most wonderful comments on my fics that I have ever had the joy of reading. I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that you are an absolute GEM and I'm so glad ID brought us together 💖 I have so many of your comments saved to go back and re-read when I'm doubting my own skills, or when I just need a smile (I'm still absolutely cracking up about the Aria the Great saga when I "joined you" on holiday lmao). You are the best ever, and I hope you know it.

Thank you for cheering me on, both in writing and in life with all the bullshit going on this year. You kick ass, lovely, and you should feel awesome about being you 💕

Lastly, thank you so much @choicesfandomappreciation for your hard work and thoughtfulness in hosting such an awesome event!! 🧁🎀 I love seeing events like this!

Sending you all hugs (if you are the hugs sort) and sunshine and warmth (if that's more your jam)

You are loved

You are brilliant

You are capable

You are enough 🌻

all my love,

aria xx

[milkygothgf]

Alas, now doth come the final part of our fun little scene, but I would be remiss if I allowed it to be the least in any capacity. Hope you enjoy, dear! <3

My heart almost seizes beneath the weight of this sensory euphoria. I listen to the sounds you make, those precious whimpers and moans that spike every time my tongue flicks your clit or drags across your entrance, threating to penetrate. My firm hands pull open the soft flesh surrounding your delicious folds, exposing your inner workings to my merciless, growling onslaught. I drool against you, I just can't stop. I press my face and hands harder against you, pushing my thick, dripping tongue inside you, tasting your walls and drinking every drop you give me. "Mmph… Mmhgh… Rmmh… Mlahhh…"

I let my teeth glance and drag against your skin, feigning inaptitude, but knowing how it makes you feel as the flood grows heavier with your gasps. I pull my tongue slowly out from inside you, letting you feel every centimeter as it drags out and leaves you ever so slightly agape. "Too much for you, pup? Hm hm hm…~" I let my sonorous, mocking chuckle punctuate the tension as I press my hand against your pussy and rub tenderly. "Aww, what's wrong? Can't you speak? Oh, I see…" I pinch your clit and tug gently, drawing a sharp, bark-like yelp from you. "Good girl, that's 'speak'…"

I lean down and place my hand on the back of your shoulder, taking my other hand away from your awaiting entrance and pausing for just a moment. I can't see your expression, your face buried in a pillow, my nerves almost rising… before you slowly reach up and pat my arm twice.

I smile, then drag my hand down your back slowly, my fingers following the run of your spine, then wrapping round your tail. My hips line up with yours, my pulsing heat poking against your dripping, well prepared cunt. My other hand, still sticky and wet from your honey, squeezes the nook of your thigh where it meets your waist. "Well, dog… You passed your inspection."

I line gently press my tip against you, pushing against the resistance. Still so tight. "Now, take your prize!" I groan as my head fills your entrance and burrows deep inside you. I will your tail to make you squeeze my cock, and the way you gasp and pant and whine makes me twitch inside you. "Fuck… You're so wet for my cock… Good fucking dog… Squeeze."

I tug on your tail and give your perfect round rump a firm spank, then immediately a second harder one, stealing a beautiful yelp from your throat. "God, the way you choke my cock, I can barely fucking move. Guess you're gonna make me be rough with you, huh? Fine then. Bitches need breaking." I realign both my hands with your hips and hold you firmly in my grasp, digging my nails into your skin as I shove me hips forward and completely sheath myself inside you. I sigh with satisfaction as my waist lays flat against your ass, feeling your soft tail against my stomach.

"Atta girl…" I groan under my breath as I adjust my grip on your body and start to roll my hips. Slow, at first, easing into a rhythm and allowing you to adjust to the sensation. That said, your moans - you're beautiful little, "uh uh uh uh uh mh mh mh mh mh," like music to my ears - don't let me stay calm for long. I try to make the transition gradual as I pick up the pace, letting precum drool out and fucking it into your womb to give you a taste of what's to come.

The pistoning is smooth now, rigorous, my hips plapping against you and making your ass ripple. I go heavier, grunting with exhertion as I put my whole weight into every thrust. "Fuck- nngh!" I slap your ass, and again, then I grab and squeeze. "I'm gonna cum. Fuck!" I plant my feet on the bed and lean down over you, pressing myself against your back, wrapping my arm around your neck and squeezing as I fuck you faster and harder.

I grunt and growl into your ear, "Take it, take it, take it! Take my cum inside you, fucking take it. Take my cum in your belly and get pregnant. Get pregnant! Get pregant get pregnant get pregnant get pregnant get pregnant get pregnant get pregnant!"

The animalistic humping seizes as I release a thick, fertile load directly into your womb. I growl in your ear as it pours inside you, flooding your insides and spilling out around my cock and dripping onto the bed. "Fertile bitch… but I'm not taking any chances."

You were prepared for it to be over, but I still had more to give. And I was going to make you take every drop until there was no room for error.

Hope you enjoyed this little mini-series, darling! Kisses! <3<3<3

Wh. What. How. How do I answer this. I'm. Fuck. Fuck. FuCK. I should have just grabbed my fucking vibrator when you joked about it because that would have made me cum just from the first fucking read through holy mother of fucking god. My followers should be thanking you for blessing their feed with this. You will get all my screaming about it in dms. Jesus.

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

I lived bitch (end of my hiatus!)

SO,,, some of y’all might wonder where I've been for almost a year now! Well… a lot of things happened, but the main one was I got the Big C.

Yup, the huge C-word, the one no one ever wants to hear…

Cancer.

It came as a huge shock to me, especially because of how advanced it was and that I had barely felt any different (I thought I had covid!). But after many months of treatment (0/10 don't recommend), I'm officially in remission and back to the grind at school, work, and most recently, here!

I've FINALLY had the time to upload the second part of my three-part Shigaraki fic, and should be able to upload more things soon. I want to be more active on this blog (answer asks and write some shorter content), because it's such a comfort to write my heart out, even in difficult times. Anyway, all this to say, thank you for following my blog, I hope you understand my absence a bit more, and that you'll enjoy what I have in store for you ❤️❤️❤️!!

[atherix]

HELLO :D

DO YOU HAVE ANY GRIAN CENTIC/MUMSCARIAN FIC RECOMMENDATIONS? BOTH YOU AND MOCHI HAVE LEFT ME IN PAIN AND LONGING FOR MORE OF THOSE KINDS OF STORIES! I NEED MORE LONG, HEART ACHING, PHONE GRIPPING STORIES TO READ! THANK YOU

'ALLO :D

Hehehe @mochiwrites <3

Well well well! I in fact do! I am on mobile so I can't really do any links but I'll tag the authors

So of course you already know about Mochi and @idioddyssey, but I would be absolutely remiss to not recommend the following;

Rift AU from @stitchthesewords is of course a must! They also have some others, including a Portal AU, I recommend anything they write! Rift AU is specifically a fantasy AU that is focused in S9, where it's mumscarian vs King Ren, with Vampire Mumbo, Elf Scar, and. Well. Grian. Grian is a fun mystery.

Grian's Involuntary Holiday at Skullcrusher Mountain by @sparksnevadas is also a necessity for any mumscarian rec list! A hero au that revived my faith in hero aus, it features hero Grian and villain Scar! Mumbo is missing and Grian strikes a deal with Scar :) and things go wrong of course but I won't spoil it hehe

Equinox by @braxiatel is. Mm. I don't like cheating stories BUT ITS SO GOOD. I AM. LOVING THIS. So I made an exception and I'm mad that I didn't read it SOONER. It's a Hades and Persephone AU, but time is a bitch and they're bad at communication. I love it. Void has ideas for other stories too, and I am SO EXCITED about them!!

Of course there are more out there, but these are the fics that come to mind first that are long and mumscarian-centric (aka they're not a background pairing but are instead the front and center pairing, and are not just implied). Totally not biased in that these are my friends, of course :)

[resolutepath]

 🍒+ daybreakrising

Okay I could be an ass and do our generic bit of he's a bitch, but actually I've already earnt myself two charlie what the fuck's today from muse things so I'm going to break it down and be nice. And you know what, Lauri? You're just going have to deal with it.

Now I have been writing with Lauri for over 10 years now, across a variety of different fandoms and muses, we've been absolutely fucking insane - having 500+ active threads kind of insane - and always found a way to tell stories together. So when I tell you I am never bored by his writing, I am still so very genuinely excited to write with him, to build connections, to explore character, I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

His understanding of character never fails to interest me and I love it when Lauri deep dives into a muse, because once he decides to dive into a muse he is going to know every tiny little detail of that muse and offer these brilliant headcanons that help you see his view too. He's going to think about the most intricate things and give you the headcanons that you don't know you want but actually they either hurt, or make you soft or somewhere in between. And he's so great at conveying his muses, both from setting the scene, to giving you something that will make you feel, either the character's pain or softness, or anger or whatever he's angling for. Can confirm I've actually thrown pillows at this fucker across a room because he's upset me with a reply.

And of course, it would be remiss of me not to be nice about Lauri and not talk about how this guy is my best friend, and I'm glad he's put up with me for so long and the chaos I bring to his life kfsdkfh For someone who arrives 30 mins early to every appointment to put up with my "I'll text you when I'm 10 minutes away" response for so long is great. From our ventures to different places, to the cosplay chaos and other escapades, hanging out is always a blast.

And now I'm shutting up because he's now got to consume all this.

@daybreakrising

[contentment-of-cats]

Celebrity, Cancer, and the Sword of Damocles

Shannen Doherty is a little younger than I am and is a Woman In Public with cancer.

Good God, that is one tough bitch.

Cancer strips away so many things we take for granted, puts us through so much. When she was first diagnosed eight years ago, I had sympathy for her. I knew treatment had changed a lot, and I was hopeful that she'd 'beat cancer.'

Now I'm looking at it from the inside, knowing that remission is not beating cancer. I love her for spreading that out there and having the courage to say it. We love pretty pictures, happy endings, inspirational stories. It's okay, but they ring hollow from the inside. People mean well, but there's almost a guilt when you have to disappoint them. Remission means they can't find cancer right now. If you make it past five years in remission, you're considered cured, but if the cancer comes back-

I got my blood test kit yesterday and will gave my draws done in the middle of next week. I'll find out if I am still in remission just before Christmas - it will be my year if I am still 'cancer free.'

Shannen said what's in the mind of so many cancer patients:

“I’m not done with living. I’m not done with loving. I’m not done with creating. I’m not done with hopefully changing things for the better,” she says, cracking a smile. "I’m just not — I’m not done.”

And:

“I know it sounds cheesy and crazy, but you’re just more aware of everything, and you feel so blessed. We’re the people who want to work the most, because we’re just so grateful for every second, every hour, every day we get to be here.”

She's fallen out of remission multiple times and the cancer previously metastasized to her brain, for which she had surgery. Now it's metastasized into her bones - the five year survival rate is 29 percent - and she's looking for clinical trials or experimental treatments. I hope I can be as brave since my chances of falling out of remission are 85 percent. It's like walking around with a bomb strapped to you, never knowing when Mr. Cancer's going to press the button. It's the reason I have kept my power port installed in my left arm - I beat the odds the first time with CRC 4A. I am not going to coddle myself with pretty pictures and inspirational 'beat cancer' twaddle. I am going to live as if every second I have is a gift.

She's right.

The sky is bluer.

[nitewrighter]

The remission thing is so hard to wrap my head around. Like after 2020 I think my brain kind of set into this... 'Bad thing happens means Awful Forever so you just gotta roll with it because you are a tough bitch' mode. Like my brain is doing this suspicious squint at "this is good and it is going to get better," I still have to be on guard. I'm still going to be furiously shoving kale and turmeric at my mom, but I'm still trying trying trying to convince myself "It worked. The chemo worked."

Anyway I signed up to be a blood stem cell donor yesterday. It feels good, like putting that good back into the universe.

[box-dwelling]

OK so I am like a day past completing the Ansur dungeon and it's been enough time to let my thoughts on it settle. Spoilers ahead.

For context, first playthrough with a basic tav. I'm a good way through act three and have finished a few of the pc quest lines. Minsc, Jaheria and Astarion are done. I have yet to get the hammer or do the house of grief but I have done sorcerers sundries. Also I haven't refused Ulder yet but it like the next thing I'm doing. Other context is that dnd is a huge special interest of mine. I've been playing for about 7 years straight. Both dming and as pcs and I have played under professional dms before. This does affect how I view the game but it's mostly postively.

Disclaimer, I haven't finished the game so there may be some stuff that ends up being done that I just haven't seen but the quest line says it's over and from what I've read online it doesn't seem like that's the case so.

So let's start off with the pros because I honestly have less to say there

As a dm I can and always do look at the dungeon design. Larian is genuinely really really good at this, and this dungeon is no exception. I loved the puzzles though a few could use some tweaking. They arent all great. But there's ideas there that I will probably introduce in my games some time. A chess puzzle especially is such a great idea. That was so cool and the fact bring gale along means you can get the answer free I'd you don't play chess makes perfect sense. Genuinely great.

I also liked the visual design. I had expected the appearance to be what I was starting to dub in my head as the "character development dungeon aesthetic " given that really in terms of design and function cazadors dungeon, the gauntlet of shar and the sorcerers sundries vaults are very very similar. But this one wasn't and I'm very happy about that. Give me some variety.

The Ansur fight itself, AMAZING. Great boss battle. I loved the hell out of it. I'd have to dig into the code to properly tell but it looked like they used a varient of the colossus fighting rules which while I've actually never run but I have been at tables where it has been run to incredible effect. They're good rules. I'm glad to see them used. It honestly makes me consider running them myself.

Last pro, on the face of it, I like the idea. I like the concept of wylls character development dungeon being about learning about the tenants of being a hero from one he looked up to. That tracks. It's a good place to take his charcater at least in theory.

As for the cons, it's mostly one but it's also a big one that has majorly pissed me off. Because Wyll is in my joint top 3 for favourite characters and they did him so fucking dirty.

I really really hated how they handled the twist with the Emperor. I don't dislike him as a charcater but I think it's at least to me pretty unambiguous that he's a pretty shady and morally grey charcater. Which is fine. In fact, it's actually a pretty interesting way to take Wyll's arc. That he looked up to this hero, internalised his mindset through the chambers and then learns that he was actually a pretty shady morally complex figure that doesn't live up to wylls expectation, that is a GOLD mine of character development. That is absolutely fascinating. Except, it doesn't do that. He barely even comments on it. Just says he's forged into a new hero by the trials while ignoring the person who set them is the very shady figure who has honestly fucked us over a lot.

You know who's another hero wyll probably looked up to? Minsc! And the Emperor is a real fucking bitch about letting him join the party.

This is compounded by the fact his good/bad ending choice rather than being a slow build up like everyone else where they get tempted by power and then have to turn it away, he instead just says "hey I could become grand duke" out of no where and then doesn't even need a persuasion check to get talked out of it like everyone else does.

So, I would be remiss without giving a way I'd fix it. So here is that.

Th ansur dungeon isn't given to us by florrick in the lower city. It's given somewhere else before you get there.

I'd recommend like, it being in a book or something in Wyrms crossing. The location is tied to wyll anyway. Maybe add in his childhood bedroom that he asks to go visit. You can put in some environmental storytelling telling that can expand on his complicated relationship ulder. Maybe the room is bordered up and untouched but when you get inside there evidence of genuine love.

When you get there you get the story of ansurs legend and wyll becomes obsessed with using this as a way to help save the city.

The ansur dungeon then gets basically left untouched. Twist and all.

But at the end of it, rather than just deciding he's going to become grand duke, it becomes a question. He can't become grand duke while Ulder is alive. And Bauldrian the great adventurer became a politician after wards. Give the Emperor a reason to not want ulder alive. Maybe Ulder risks not being able to defeat the elder brain in some way, and tie it into his reaction to Wyll taking a deal with Mizora.

Wyll is now conflicted. If his father dies he can carry on in both his and Bauldrans footsteps. Ulder left his child in command of an army before he was an adult. Can he really be trusted to take care of the city? Of course wyll loves him and of course wyll wants to save him but there's that doubt there. I have been reforged in to bauldarns heir. I could do a better job. I could save more people. He abandoned me. Why should I save him? If he breaks his pact this is also fed into by the fact it puts him at very active threat from mizora. It's not that prevelant. Wyll is wyll he's not that susceptible to corruption but a little bit of doubt, coaxed on by the Emperor is all he needs.

Then the lower city.

Make sure you have to get minsc before continuing his quest line. Have wyll have a reaction to the Emperor 's distrust of minsc. These are two of his childhood hero's fighting. Play that up for some drama.

Then saving ulder becomes the thing that either makes him the blade of avernus or the grand duke. He can either choose to not save his father, take on the title of grand duke and rule the city following in baulderans footsteps or, he can kill mizora and swear his life to killing demons as a the blade of avernus. . Later becoming a ranger just like minsc. Even give minsc a few lines giving him a pep talk about it. Maybe even having him explain that wyll need to be his own kind of hero taking the infulances he has from the past and learning from them to become a better one. If the pact stays he just remains the blade of the frontiers if he saves ulder but can become grand duke if he doesnt.

Then, have ulder apologise and then reconcile. Have wyll learn to actually recognise his father as a flawed man who hurt him but who is also complex. Maybe even have an option for if he chooses to fully reconnect their relationship or not.

The bones of a really really really good story are here. Please, for the love of God, larian actually tell it.