Almost every member of the Express has some kind of name-and-identity fuckery going on
March 7th chose her name because she didn't remember her old one
Dan Heng chose his name because the one that he was given didn't belong to him
Welt uses a name that was passed on to him, like a title
Stelle/Caelus had their old name erased and a new one assigned to them like an afterthought, like it meant nothing
Funny that they're called The Nameless
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tav shri’iia is THE canon for me obvi but I also really like the idea of tav wren with yves still being part of the dead three as bhaal’s chosen. the thing with wren is that he was yves’ childhood friend who was pursuing his bard career and severely flopping. one night when he was supposed to escort yves home from the graveyard he chose to perform in some tavern instead, and that night is when the bhaalists came and killed her. for him, one of his closest friends just went missing the night he was supposed to look after her, and when she returns 2 weeks later all beaten up and bloody with no memory of herself ofc he felt guilty….! and he couldn’t even bear to look at her because it’s all his fault u know … if only he didn’t ditched her maybe this wouldn’t have happened so one night he just decides to leave bc he couldn’t take it anymore. it’s always been his dream to be a travelling bard anyway and maybe his career will pick up in some other city than baldur’s gate, so he leaves her and his home and sets out to salvage what he can of his career. and in the most part he was mildly successful. he also ends up making a pact with some fae and they help with his bard career too lol but the guilt of yves is still in his mind- he just got better at ignoring it.
SO. imagine his surprise when he gets tadpoled and goes to moonrise to find a cure and he sees his friend - the girl that’s been haunting his dreams and the source of his guilt and shame - a part of the evil cult that’s been enslaving people with parasites. and now he’s meant to kill her? but how could he when he’s the one who left her behind and maybe it’s his fault that she turned out like this … but anyway I love the idea of wren being like noooo that’s NOT yves she would never do that!! and they’re just like girl ur delusional ur friend is literally chopping people up forcing us to find the parts like some treasure hunt
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I wanna hear about your rats, bet they are cute 🐀
i rambled for too long read more at your own expense
they are very cute they are also tiny bastards. Fetta is a terror and a menace she eats my books shes destroyed several phone chargers shes taken chunks out of my wallet she has bitten holes in my clothes WHILE i am wearing them. Freddy is on medicine and she likes it Too Much it comes out of a little plastic syringe and she will hook her teeth into the end of the syringe and fight me for it, she literally took off the end of it, so I started putting the medicine on my fingertip to give to her but she somehow doesn’t understand the difference between me and the syringe and will hook her teeth into my finger and try to drag me into her cage. She stops once she realizes she’s hurting me she just gets too excited that is the only circumstance either of them has ever bit me or been aggressive at all. wait no that’s a lie Fetta tried to bite me once but she was recovering from surgery and not feeling good and I was stressing her out changing her bandages. Other than that. theyre very very sweet they groom my hair and hands they snuggle with me Freddy will take naps in my sleeves it’s cute. theyre very smart and social they recognize me im their buddy Fetta likes other people Freddy really only likes me and my little siblings she gets shy when other people are in my room she burrows her face into the crook of my elbow. they go fucking NUTS for scrambled eggs i have to spectate them because they Will fight over eggs otherwise they are best friends and snuggle together and groom each other and wrestle around but if eggs are involved they become monsters. i make them little rat sized pancakes sometimes :] ok im gonna stop ill go on forever they are my special little guys. fetta did a backflip one time
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You who's studying abroad in the UK where you have a one night stand with Ghost at a bar; it's a special night for the soldiers and he gets lucky after making you laugh by telling a shitty joke thanks to the liquid confidence in you. You ask his name, and he tells you there's no need — that you'd forget by the end of the night.
Taking you back home, there was no time wasted. The man practically has you seeing stars. He pumps you full of cum, whispers absolute filth in your ears and leaves bruises on your thighs by the time it's all over. He at least cleans you up, gives you proper aftercare before disappearing while your still fucked out of your mind.
Anyways, a great night. perfect 10/10, you have a story to tell your girls. So, your life continues on track as normal, right?
Wrong!
You dream of him. You have countless dreams of him. They were graphic reenactments of that night. His stubble rubbing against your cheek, his lust-filled eyes burning into yours even in the darkness. And oh, his voice - deep and confident - the very reason why you were drawn to him in the first place.
He creeps into your dreams every single night without fail, so much so that it frustrates you. surely not because you were soaking wet afterwards, no, no, it was only because he was so annoying! Surely it wasn't because you’d end up pumping your fingers in and out your soaked cunt for hours in hopes of recreating that mindblowing orgasm he'd given you only to fail each time.
After your 10th failed attempt to cum, you crack asking the friend who took you out to the bar in the first place if she knew who the soldier was and she claims her boyfriend does. You've met Kyle before, he's a handsome man with dreamy eyes and a gentleman's demeanor.
Kyle tells you he'd pass the word back to his lieutenant, but he's a busy man who doesn't stay in one place. There's no guarantee he'd even respond.
Lucky you, screwing a lieutenant who probably doesn't remember who you are or won't have the time to find out.
The waiting game painfully starts all while the dreams continue. Each torturous night leaves you more and more agitated than before. By the 4th night, you already embraced the restlessness sure to come when the vibration of your phone changes everything.
Directly on the home screen was a text from an unknown number. There was no name, but you had a feeling who it was based on the message.
“Keep the front door unlocked for me.”
A/N I wrote this during hurricane francine when my power went out, I think she gave me superpowers. Idk I'll start flying tmr!!
P2 here
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