#lockpick guide

[liorlenn]

I’ve been seeing a lot of new folks deciding to play the first Kingdom Come Deliverance game lately (either after playing 2 or before playing 2) and getting a bit frustrated with its gameplay, especially its combat.

I definitely understand all of you deeply. A lot of RPG games operate by letting you be competent enough at combat early on to get by, but KCD (especially the first game) doesn’t. I feel like it tricks you a bit by having a combat tutorial in the opening. That combat tutorial doesn’t even tell you how to block! The game really does not hold your hand, for better or worse.

I enjoy it, but sometimes games that depart from a more standard upward curve of improvement don’t always tell you all the options you have instead (did you know that you can save Theresa by whistling to distract the Cumans from her when escaping Skalitz? No need to attempt to fight them at all!).

It takes awhile to get into the swing of KCD because it punishes you severely by trying to play it like, say, Skyrim, and, this early on, you don’t quite have a handle on the kinds of things you can do to influence the world or solve problems.

(This isn’t to say that you can’t get good at combat eventually. Trust me when I say Henry can become an absolute monster once you’ve got Master Strikes.)

And even if we put aside all of this design philosophy, the game is, I must admit, also just janky as hell.

If you are getting excessively frustrated by the game, there are some mods that immediately make it easier (infinite saving for instance). I will also always be up for answering any questions on mechanics and/or easiest ways to start cheesing the shit out of the game.

[roseyodditea]

early in a relationship with a sudden needy and touchy lighter?🥺

I told myself I'd get around to writing this after studying for exams and that was... TWO WEEKS AGO!?? WHOOPSIE!!!

Surprise Visit - Lighter x gn!Reader

Summary -> 700 words. Cute little wake up to a clingy Lighter. Warnings -> Not proofread. Written on little sleep. A/N -> I am so sorry this took so long to write. I'm an engineering major and had five exams in two weeks (I did good on all of them tho)

Lighter is a hard man to get close to. There are very few people he let closer than just an arms length away, like a feral alley cat. You had practically snuck your way in through his defenses with a few well placed pushes from Ceaser and one too many times Burnice “accidentally” left you two alone. It worked like a charm, of course, and before you knew it Lighter was taking you out on motorcycle rides under the stars, riding into New Eridu just to grab a coffee with you, and even upgrading his phone just so he could text you more consistently. 

You stirred awake at an hour far too early only to see a text from Lighter gracing your phone screen.

Lighter <3: “Busy today?”

Rolling over lazily to snatch your phone off of the nightstand, you squint at the light before tapping a quick reply.

You: “It’s too early to think but I’m pretty sure I’m free. What’s up?”

Lighter <3: “Can I come spend time with you?”

You thought for a moment. This was the third time this week he had asked to come to New Eridu. First it was wanting to rent a new movie from Random Play, then it was wanting to walk around around the river, and now it looks like he doesn’t even have an excuse. 

You: “Of course :)”

Shortly after sending the text, you fell back asleep, wanting to sleep until at least the sun came up. Your dream was disjointed and confusing, your body hot and uncomfortable when you woke up. You toss the blanket off of your shoulders clumsily, fist colliding with something. 

“Ow…” You suddenly jolt awake, looking over. “Lighter? Why…. How?”

“You didn’t answer the door. I thought I’d let myself in.” He rubs his nose where you had hit him. 

“The door was locked.” “I let myself in.”

“You don’t have a key.”

“I let myself in.”

“How?” You smile as you prop yourself up on your elbow, looking at the way he was laying on his back, an attempted respectful distance between you two. You broken the distance and reached out to touch his nose, making sure you didn’t actually do damage when you accidentally punched him.

Lighter melted under the touch, like a cat in the middle of a sunbeam. “I didn’t break anything, I promise.”

“Do I need to upgrade my locks?” You guide him to roll on his side so the bright light of the sun was behind him, highlighting his body in an almost angelic way. 

“Oh absolutely. Anyone with a cheap lockpick set can get in.” He drops his voice to a tone, not wanting to disturb the bubble of comfort around the two of you.

A comfortable moment of silence hangs in the air, Lighter looking at you with uncharacteristicly soft eyes, like you were the most precious thing he had. 

“When you asked to hang out, I didn’t know you meant as soon as I woke up. What are you running from, Lorenz?” You tease as you trace a finger down his jaw, feeling he had shaved his stubble off right before coming over. 

Lighter took your hand and kissed the pads of your fingers. “I’m not running from anything. I’m running towards you…”

He gives that genuine look, his guard almost entirely let down at this point. The words were borrowed, of course, probably from a book Ceaser was reading, but the fact he said it counted for a lot in your heart. 

“You’re hopeless.” You scoff and bring the blanket around the both of you, no longer caring how warm you felt.

“You like it.” Lighter immediately capitalizes on the closeness, holding you tightly against his chest, hiding his face in your hair. 

“I do… Quick little nap and then breakfast at the cafe?”

“Sounds perfect.”

**********

The ‘quick little nap’ turned into a several hour long nap, both of you feeling too safe and comfortable to even think about getting up. When you finally woke up for the last time, you were now on your back, Lighter’s head on your chest, the rest of his body draped over yours, arms tight around your stomach. You were trapped. 

“Lighter?” You nudge gently, trying to wake him up.

“No..” He squeezed tighter, hiding his face. “Please… let’s just stay like this… I need this… Need you…”

“Oh how could I ever say no to you?”

[fangswbenefits]

Lockpicking

Summary: You ask Astarion to teach you how to lockpick and things get... out of hand.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Fingering. Dry humping. Innuendo. Praise kink. Finger licking.

Word count: 1.7k

You should have known better than to have asked him this.

Initially, he had regarded your request with an entertained scoff and no less amount of smugness.

But Astarion did find enjoyment in showing off his skills whenever the situation called for it.

And that was what landed you on your knees, inside some dingy cave near Baldur's Gate.

“You do need to focus, darling.”

You repositioned yourself and straightened your back to properly eye-level with the rusty chest in front of you, thieves’ tools in hand, prodding the stubborn lock.

Astarion was down on one knee, right behind you, body pressed faintly against yours.

An unwanted distraction, no doubt.

His cool hands gripped yours as expert fingers twisted and turned the sharp tools inside the opening.

He always made it look so easy, unlocking doors and chests in the blink of an eye.

“Maybe the lock is faulty,” you huffed in annoyance, allowing him to guide your fingers. “Should we try another one?”

“You're too impatient,” he said disapprovingly, his voice but a whisper next to your ear. “The lock isn't faulty, but it requires some tender love and caring to pry it open.”

Your brows furrowed as you took a deep breath, taking the reins and twisting both tools to the right.

His fingers gripped yours in an instant, and he took control once again, but all to no avail.

You let out a low growl of frustration.

“Darling, lockpicking is like making sweet love,” he chuckled briefly, fingertips grazing the back of your hand. “You need to exercise patience and focus.” You could feel his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Just as a lover, you must listen to them and tend to their needs.”

You nearly rolled your eyes. “You did not just make that comparison.”

“You'll find it to be true. Every lock is different and requires not only the right tools but the right amount of dedication.”

An innuendo?

“That is nothing like love-making.”

A metallic click.

“Did I not just describe how I make love to you, then?”

Inadvertently, your heart jolted into a quicker thrum, and heat rushed to your cheeks as his words caught you off guard.

“Must you be so vulgar?”

He rotated the metallic rods in your hands effortlessly, his body pressing further into yours.

“It's simply the truth, darling,” he said with a click of his tongue. “It's not my fault that dexterity comes in handy in various situations.”

This entire ordeal felt strangely intimate all of a sudden, as if you were both dancing to a tune only Astarion was privy to.

The mechanism clicked once more.

“You're doing good.”

Being sincerely praised by him provided the kind of pleasure that you wouldn't easily find anywhere else.

He rubbed the back of your hand tenderly, effectively letting you know you were on the right path.

“Grip it tighter with the tips of your fingers,” he urged before pressing a fleeting kiss just behind your ear. “You must keep a firm grip.”

Shivers spread across your body at the feel of his cold lips caressing your sensitive skin.

You swallowed hard, finding it extremely difficult to concentrate on the task at hand with your lover actively working against you.

Your hands jittered, and you nearly dropped one rod.

“You're awfully distracted.”

The familiar pool of heat in your lower abdomen flared at his taunting words, but you cleared your throat and shoved one of his hands away, wanting to keep your focus and sanity intact.

“I've got this.”

He scoffed. “Have it your way, then.”

You expected a snarky remark and triumphantly smiled to yourself as you were met with his silence instead.

Narrowing your eyes, you kept prodding the opening with renewed focus, following his previous instructions.

You heard a few more clicks, but not the one you were in search of.

And then you felt his free hand grazing the waistband of your trousers, fiddling with the buckle of your belt.

And just like that, your concentration was broken yet again.

“What are you doing?”

Silence.

Experienced fingers pulled on the strap until it was set loose.

Your eyes widened, and the tools in your hands quivered as you came to a halt. “...Astarion?”

He undid the button next and gently tugged on the fabric. “As you said, you've got this,” he whispered dangerously low in your ear. “And I've got you,” he finished before slipping his hand inside.

Your mouth dropped open as his finger trailed past your undergarments and settled between your folds.

Immediately, your hips jerked, and you let out a strained gasp as the throb intensified.

“Focus,” he cooed, rubbing gentle circles. “You're nearly there.”

His other hand steadied your grip around the tool.

“Try rotating it to the left.”

Your hands were getting sweaty and far too jittery, and you nearly dropped the one on your left when he began drawing circles anti-clockwise to match his words.

Words failed you, and you could only gasp, allowing him to take control, using the tool to turn the mechanism.

“Hear that sound?”

You heard a faint metallic pang coming from the opening.

“Focus on the sound coming from the lock,” he said in between kisses on your neck. “Make it sing, and it will open up for you.”

He increased the pace, and you moaned loudlier than intended, eyes fluttering shut as you rolled your hips against him, yearning for more and more friction.

“Hear how beautiful it sounds?”

“Yes…”

At this point, you weren't sure if he was indeed referring to the locking mechanism or to how you kept whimpering under his touch.

He then bucked his hips into you, and you felt the unmistakable print of his strained erection pressed against your lower back.

The motion nearly had you tumbling forward had it not been for his free hand that steadied you.

“Easy now, darling,” he teased, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Maybe you should part your legs. For balance, of course,” he added, but you doubted that was the real motive.

Even so, you quickly shifted your knees apart just enough to grant him further access.

“Good girl.”

You had to bite down hard on your lip to suppress a moan.

One finger circled your entrance, and you felt a gush of wetness spilling from you with each stroke.

Your hands quivered from the stimulation, rattling the metal rods inside the lock.

He brought his hand back to yours, his thumb caressing your unsteady fingers. “You're nearly there… just a little more prodding…”

“Astarion…” you groaned in frustration.

He immediately hushed you. “Careful… we don't want to draw unwanted attention, do we?”

Just as he finished delivering his taunt, he dragged his finger to spread your wetness across the throbbing swell in between your folds.

The overwhelming sensation was too much to bear, and your hand dropped to your thigh, gripping the rod tightly as if holding on for dear life.

He paused his ministrations in an instant.

“You'll need to slide that one inside to unlock it, darling.”

You couldn't care less about the damned chest, as the need for release took over you.

But Astarion seemed to have other plans.

“Slide it in,” he said, gripping your wrists. “Go on… I'll help.”

You slumped lightly against him, enjoying how his cock kept on hardening against you, and how he was beginning to lose his composure, low grunts erupting from the back of his throat.

He lifted your hand, and just as he slid the tool back inside, you felt a finger slip inside your entrance until he was knuckle-deep.

“See how easily it slides in?”

You rolled your hips, wanting to fuck yourself on his finger, riding it desperately.

The increasing pressure in your lower abdomen began to blur your vision as your mouth fell agape, your senses taken over by him.

You were close.

Too close.

Deliciously close.

And he knew it.

Of course he did.

Astarion was a dedicated and devoted lover who didn't shy away from having you come undone for him.

“Nearly there…” he said, rolling his own hips into you.

You kept on riding his finger, the heel of his palm pressing down between your folds, further pushing you over the ends on your sanity.

His free hand still covered yours, his slender fingers fully guiding you, and you couldn't even understand how he was able to keep his focus on the damned lock as you rode him.

Your head fell back against his shoulder, and he seized the moment to tease your exposed skin with his fangs.

Somewhere in the distance, you heard a familiar clicking sound.

“Let go, darling… I've got you.”

His sweet guidance was all you needed from him to finally tip over the edge, plunging headfirst into the blinding wave of pleasure that began tearing through your body like lightning.

He added a second finger just in time, prompting the neediest sobs to erupt from deep within you, and he quickly covered your mouth with his other hand, muffling your cries of pleasure.

“There you go.” He cooed sweetly.

You immediately dropped the tools to the floor with a loud pang and gripped his wrist in the hopes that would be enough to anchor you.

For a split second, you considered biting his hand to suppress the uncontrollable moans but decided against it, enjoying how your voice reverberated across his palm.

And as you began spasming against him, you heard the most delicious hiss spill from him, his strained cock rutting further into your lower back.

You clenched hard and rhythmically around his fingers, riding out your wave of pleasure.

His hand eventually dropped from your face, and he planted the softest kiss to the flushed skin of your cheek.

“Well done, darling.”

You gradually went limp against him, struggling to control your breaths and hearing your heart still pounding hard in your ears.

“Gods… that was…”

The words died in your throat as he slid out of you, earning a whimper from you.

As you regained some of your strength and battled your sore muscles, you turned your head to face him.

“How are you so good with your fingers?"

He chuckled as he tasted your wetness that dripped from his fingers.

“In which way?”

Your gaze was fixed on how his tongue expertly wiped you clean from him.

“Don't play coy. I wish I could be this skilled…"

His crimson eyes narrowed deviously. “I'm sure you'll get there, eventually – well, probably not, though.”

You gave him an offended glare.

He nudged his head to the chest in front of you, and you watched in perplexity as the lid had slightly shifted.

“Not that hard, was it?”

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[libbybee]

A ROGUE'S TOUCH — SA

◜pairing: astarion ⨯ fem!rogue!reader ◜rating: MDNI 18+ ┊ wc: 2.8K ◜cw: porn without plot, masturbation [F], neck kissing, sweet-dirty talk, semi-public, overstimulation.

▹ summary. trapped in a goblin fortress, you and astarion stumble upon a locked door blocking your path. though you're inexperienced with lockpicking, astarion insists you try, offering a hands-on 'lesson' that quickly turns into a distraction.

A/N. english isn't my native language, sorry if there are grammar mistakes.

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The air was dense in the goblin’s fortress with the smell of decay and their gross scent.

Every step you took echoed too loudly in the quiet silence of the hallway as you looked for a way to get out, making you almost tremble due to the fear of being discovered. Astarion was a silent, ghostlike presence beside you, with his hand near the hilt of his dagger to strike at any moment if necessary—always prepared. You envied how easy he made this all seem.

You both halted in front of a heavy wooden door, its iron reinforcements dark and covered in rust. It was imposing, with an ornate lock gleaming against the faint light cast by the candlelight.

“This should be the way forward.” He murmured while his crimson eyes narrowed, studying the lock. “Unfortunately, it's blocked. We’ll have to pick it.”

You looked at him. “We? I don’t know how to pick locks.”

He smiled arrogantly, his lips sharply as a blade. “Oh, but you'll learn. It's a skill every adventurer should master, darling. Besides…” He reached into his pocket, withdrawing a delicate set of lockpicks and placing them into your open palm. “I insist.”

You glanced back the way you both came. The thought of learning now while someone—or something—may find you both made you feel more anxious. “This isn’t the time for—”

“Trust me. I’ll guide you.” His expression turned serious as he cut your words.

With a sigh, you crouched in front of the lock, feeling uncertain as you inserted the pick into its mechanism. The metal was harsh and unfamiliar in your hands, and you felt your mind block as you had no idea what you had to do. Behind you, Astarion kneeled close enough for you to feel his chest against your back, then he placed his hands on your hips to steady you.

“Relax, darling. You’re trembling.” He whispered against your ear; his voice close to you was enough to send a cool shiver down your neck. “Here. Let me show you.” He settled his left hand over yours, his fingers firm but kind as they enveloped yours around the lockpick. Slowly, he guided your hand, moving the pick precisely until a soft click occurred. Your movements felt fluid thanks to him, instinctive, like he could do this while sleeping.

Meanwhile, his other hand slid from your hip to your thigh as if trying to calm your nerves, trailing his fingers with a light touch that sent a tingling along your body. He lingered just for a moment before gliding inward to the delicate spot between your thighs. The pressure was subtle at first—a teasing drag of his fingertips that shifted into measured rubs over your pussy. He made the constant friction soft, and his breath remained steady, as if he weren’t just breaking the deadly tension of the moment only by touching you.

“You’ll feel a slight resistance—there, do you feel it?” His voice was a low murmur, velvety smooth and calm, while his fingers guided yours on the lockpick, moving with ease, coaxing the mechanism to yield. All this should have been instructional—his control, his preciseness—but his intentions betrayed him.

With the other hand, he shifted a bit higher to deftly undo the button of your trousers, slipping beneath the waistband of the slackened fabric with sinful fluidity. Just to find with his fingertips the delicate heat of your core against your panties, brushing with a feathery touch while still guiding your attempts. His stimulation seemed to mock the skill he demonstrated with the lock.

Your hips leaned involuntarily into his hand as your fingers stumbled with the lockpick. “Astarion—” You managed, with a tense tone of warning and plea.

“Shh,” he quieted you. “Pay attention, darling. This is important.”

A shudder ran through you. “How am I supposed to—”

“Focus?” He finished for you, his smirk clearly perceptible as he kept his stroking on you. “I wouldn’t want to make this too easy for you, now, would I?”

Your thighs clenched around his wrist, but he only scoffed at your futile attempt to stop him with a low tongue click. Dipping his fingers effortlessly beneath the final barrier of fabric, he found your clit and began tracing lazy circles around your bud. He made every movement the perfect combination of pressure and pattern, played with terrible skill for that moment, stripping away the fragile threads of focus you tried to cling to.

The tools trembled in your hands as the mechanism refused to cooperate; each time you thought you had the pin in place, his fingers rubbed harder and faster against your delicate clit. A sharp jolt of pleasure radiated through you, making your grip falter and the aching throbs he elicited sending your concentration scattering like leaves in a blustering breeze.

You slipped more of the lockpick in the lock while his other hand rested just over yours to 'guide' you. The brush of his cool fingertips on your knuckles was a stark contrast to the heat he was building in your pussy. He got lower, circling the entrance of your wet folds and tracing your slit to your clit again with infuriating slowness with his slender fingers, never giving you the satisfying sensation of more.

“Mmm, feel that?” He hummed lowly, his voice like a sensual caress against your ear, making you hold your breath when he finally pushed his middle finger inside. The intrusion slow and gradual.

You tried once more to adjust the angle as his finger curled within you to stroke your G-spot while using his thumb to massage your clit, coaxing your pelvis to rub involuntarily against his hand until your lips allowed a weak moan you barely managed to suppress.

A soft click echoed in the quiet hallway at the same time, but it wasn’t the one you were hoping for. The lock didn’t open—yet it gave another subtle shift, a hint of close to open but just out of reach.

“Ah, there it is. Feel how it responds?” He whispered. “It’s all about finding the right angle… and knowing when to push with the right touch.”

“Astarion!” You wailed quietly, tightening your grip on the lockpick in frustration.

“Yes, my sweet?” He purred with wicked satisfaction while he kept sinking his finger inside you. He was meticulous in that tortuous slowness, as if to intensify the sensation—each push deeper than the last, never fully withdrawing, only ever teasing you with a rhythm that made it impossible to think of anything but him.

“Am I distracting you?” His whispers were like a lover's touch against your ear, just low enough to be heard. His left hand moved to orient yours with an almost cruel precision, ensuring the lockpick remained poised at the exact angle needed. The parallel was impossible to ignore—the skilful manipulation of the lock imitated the careful stimulation he exerted on your pussy too well.

The cold, damp air of the fortress did nothing to diminish the heat flooding your body as his uninvited finger penetrated deeper inside you. It wasn’t just the intrusive pressure; it was the rhythm of each gradually increasing thrust that made everything else—everything else—fade into the background. Your walls clenched around him subconsciously, desperate but bound by the task at hand. The lock was still before you, and it felt a thousand times more impossible to manipulate; its intricate mechanism was a cold contrast against the warmth he was unleashing.

“I can’t—” You whispered, trembling with frustration and the torment he inflicted.

He chuckled lowly against the sensitive curve of your ear—that characteristic smell of his so close. Then you felt his lips when he planted a soft kiss on your neck, kissing over your pulse. “Oh, but you can,” he murmured, dulcet with a dangerous edge, more of a command than a guarantee. “All you need to do is focus, sweetheart… We’ll be here all night if you don’t.”

Before you could even think of anything else, a second finger plunged inside you with distressing slowness, stretching you further than before. The suddenness of it made the grip on the lockpick falter, and in a second, the tool slipped, falling with a soft clatter against the cold stone floor—a noise that rang out too loudly in the silence, mocking your failure.

His fingers inside you curled deeply to intentionally touch against that sweet, sensitive spot that made you jerk in response, pressing your hips into his hand. Your mind screamed at you to focus, but the feeling of being filled just by so little of him—how he was ruining you so, so easily—was enough to make you want more despite the circumstances.

The quiet atmosphere of your deadly situation was impossible to ignore; every sound, every movement, was amplified in this repugnant place. Yet the danger lurking in the shadows—of goblins, of discovery—disappeared, insignificant against the relentless storm he was creating within you. The fortress could collapse around you, and yet all you could think of was the feelings of your body and the way he manipulated your senses.

Panic twisted inside you as you pressed your hand against your mouth, trying to muffle the frustrated moans that slipped past your trembling lips. But even with your palm tightly pressed, the sound still quivered through your fingers.

His left hand shot out to seize your wrist and yanked your hand from your mouth. “Not a chance, love.”

You bit down hard on your lip, forcing yourself to steady the tremors in your hands as you reached down to retrieve the lockpick from the cold stone floor.

As your fingers closed around the lockpick again, you heard his voice. “My sweet, good girl…” His praise was syrupy, sweet. “You need to be more careful, darling; you’re rushing. Be patient… and it will open up to you, just like you want.”

All he said was simply meant to provoke you and keep you on edge, and you could feel the unnoticeable giggles radiating off him, knowing exactly how to needle you. Every part of him was a temptation—his touch, his voice, his nearness—all aimed at luring you further. But you weren’t giving in. Not now. You would finish this—despite him.

His fingers dug in even deeper, inching inside you with an excruciating pace. Each thrust seemed to draw a little more from you, his knuckles rubbing against your inner walls as he fucked you, stretching your entrance. His palm ground against your clit with every thrust—a hot, torturous, constant sensation. It was all you could feel, making your resolve shudder and your pelvis act defenceless against his attack.

A quick, focused motion brought your fingers back to the lockpick, pressing down with the right amount of force. Another click—a momentary release of tension, but not enough. The mechanism was still holding firm, teasing you with its near surrender.

“That’s it,” he murmured, so softly, so mocking, almost cruel in its dulcet tone. “You’re doing so well… but you need to be more gentle, darling. Focus.”

A curse hissed through your teeth, frustration pooling as you tried to steady your hands, but they faltered again. Behind you, he was watching with that infuriating smile still playing at the corners of his lips, with no kindness in his gaze and only cold satisfaction and desire.

And then he moved.

Instead of offering aid, he thrust into you with an angrier that made your channel clench roughly around him. Pulling each inch of his fingers from you, only to push back in quickly to the level of making lewd sounds despite your clothing as he kept curling his fingers.

“Trying to hurry through this, love?” He purred against your skin. “If you rush, you’ll only make it worse.” His thumb found your clit then again to start drawing tight, fast circles that had your lips parted in a breathless whimper before you could choke it back. He only smiled as if your weakness was the most delicious thing he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing.

He withdrew with slow elegance, only to slam back into you abruptly, pushing you closer to the edge with those relentless motions. The lock you’d been desperately trying to manipulate felt more distant with each passing second; each twist of the lockpick seemed more futile now, slipping through your fingers as the growing tension between your legs coiled tighter.

But then his other hand established yours again; the contrast was jarring. He guided it with an unexpected tenderness, positioning your fingers with precision, as if you were both playing a riskier game, the stakes higher than ever.

“You’re close.” Astarion murmured, a low growl as his fingers sped up. The strokes against your clit were like fire and ice in one—a storm of sensations that jolted through your cunt. The pressure inside you was building, unbearable, a crescendo that left you teetering.

“You’re so close, my love…” His voice was a throaty hum against your ear, brushing it with his lips. The heat of his breath lingered, teasing, coaxing, before he lowered his mouth to trail tender, messy kisses down your neck. His lips were soft, but the pressure increased as he pressed a sloppy kiss just beneath your jaw, then dragged his tongue across your skin.

A flicker of desire curled in your stomach as he nipped at your pulse, the warmth of his mouth contrasting with the cold air around you. Grazing his fangs lightly over the sensitive spot just beneath your ear before he licked a languid path up from the base of your neck, tasting you with an intensity that made you feel weaker.

“You’ve done so well…” he purred. “Don’t stop now.”

Your jaw clenched, a low tremor racing through your hips as they kept rubbing against his hand. You were desperate to stay focused and finish the task at hand, but the thrusts of his fingers and the stimulation on your clit sent waves of fiery heat through your core, making you ache with need. You could feel the lockpick slipping again, sliding out of your grip, threatened by the chaos swirling in your mind. It was an impossible challenge.

His other hand curled around your trembling fingers, the pressure of his grip forcing your hand to move, to continue. Your fingers shook as you slipped more of the pick into the door lock. His fingers—those long, skilled digits—pushed deeper, faster, finding a tempo that was both hard and euphoric.

Your body reacted without your consent, being consumed by the pleasure he was drawing from you. His thumb stimulated your clit with rapid, exasperating circles over your sensitive bud, just about driving you mad with desire. Your grip trembled as Astarion’s fingers curled with each swift thrust; he didn’t even give you a moment to adjust. He didn’t allow a single breath to escape your lips without pushing you closer to a breaking point, as his pace was unforgiving and fast, never slowing down.

And then, just as the lock felt completely impossible to open, your guided hands finally twisted it into place. You barely registered the decisive click, though; you were too caught up in the chaos of sensations until the pressure inside you exploded.

Your pussy convulsed and clenched around his fingers as you lowered your head and shut your eyes, while a sharp cry escaped your lips as your orgasm tore through you, crashing every nerve. Astarion didn’t stop, didn’t relent, keeping his rhythm as he milked every last spurt of your juices with his hand, keeping you pinned against his chest. Both with his hand now on your neck and his fingers working tirelessly between your thighs to prolong your release and make it last far longer.

Once it was settling over, your body and your legs still quivered in the aftermath, and you leaned firmly against him for support. His fingers remained inside you, savouring the way your walls fluttered and vibrated weakly around them, as if you were reluctant to let go. But he finally withdrew slowly, leaving you achingly aware of just how thoroughly he’d unravelled you.

“Bravo, my sweet,” he murmured, his tone a low, smug purr as he brought his lips teasingly to your ear. “You managed to unlock it. I’ll admit… I’m rather impressed.”

“You… you’re impossible.” You whispered harshly, breathless, while you gave him back his tools.

“And you’re adorable.” He replied smoothly, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek as he guarded them in his pocket.

You shot him a look that could kill him, your fingers trembling as you fumbled with the buttons of your trousers to quickly button them. “You could have done that in half the time…”

“Oh, undoubtedly,” he said with a lazy shrug, straightening as he rose and offered you his hand. “But where’s the fun in that?”

You glared at his outstretched hand before begrudgingly taking it.

“Now,” he said as he helped you to your feet, “come along. We’ve wasted enough time.”

The faint sparkle in his eyes and the way his smirk lingered just a touch too long made you wonder if this had been his plan all along.

‎

[soldiersgirl]

MEET JOINT! READER . . . ୨ৎ @h8aaz & @soldiersgirl

j o i .ᐟ (short for joint, pronounced joy) . . .

soldier boy always has that damn joint trapped between his lips. smokey fog releasing through the open gap he parted on the side of his mouth. he always found the joints he rolled to be perfect, so good he'd probably fuck them if they were real. and occasionally, while under the blissful headspace of cannabis, he'd catch himself daydreaming about the perfect woman—his joint, always. what'd you think this was? that he'd actually pick an existing woman? fuck no.

⭑ grind the cannabis . . . joi functions, basically full-time, as ben's guiding and soothing hand. much like the real deal, her role in the boys is seen as mellowing ben out; keeping his hunger for sudden violence and unexpected outbursts at bay. she whispers the few right words to him and he, for the most part, unclenches his jaw, softens his gaze, and lets go of his addiction for anarchy... for now. annie is convinced that this is joi's supe-power.

⭑ prepare the filter . . . much like her name, joi is the embodiment of, well, joy! unlike her partner in crime, as ben calls her, joi is sweet, curious, calm, and most importantly, patient. she enjoys long yap sessions, scrounging around the boys hq for the best snacks, and binge-watching her favourite shows (seeing as she finally isn't forced to watch bens anymore).

⭑ fill the rolling paper . . . she might be seen as slow or dopey at times, but joi is calculated, within both physical and spoken combat. put her up against anyone with a knife in her hand and she is walking away unscathed. pit her and ben against each other in an argument and he's walking away pissed, knowing she's won but never admitting it.

⭑ shape, tuck & roll . . . her nimble hands and affection for shiny things has landed in her in hot water, more often than not. stray lighter laying around? whoops, it's in her pocket. someone on the street has a pretty bracelet? swiped it just to "admire it". she's craving her favourite snack? it's hidden under her typical oversized jacket. butcher is considering teaching her how to lockpick seeing as "if she's gonna steal shit, it might as well be fuckin' useful to us, eh?"

⭑ spark up & enjoy . . . unlike how ben treats everything else, with carelessness and heavy-handedly, he tries his best to be careful with her. afraid that she will unravel and fall apart in his hands at any minute. despite joi's fascination with ben, he tries to keep her at an arm's length but much like her true form, he knows he'll become addicted to her if he isn't careful.

check out joi's stash to learn more about her . . .

⭑ smoke break! (joi's origin story)

a/n: AAAAHHH!!! i hope u guys love joi as much as gabriela and i do! joi is originally @h8aaz brainchild but i was so lucky to be able to write about joi with gabbie, so thank u angel <3 owe it to u!! shout out to @daylighted for starting this wonderful idea, i could kiss ur brain <3 and shout out to @titsout4jackles for layout and formatting inspo <3 -`♡´- tag list: @bluemerakis @legalmente-loca @faiszt @vmiina @emeraldcrs @briiverse @figthoughts @sl33pylilbunny @jasvtsc @silverwoodlynx @kayleighwinchester @bejeweledinterludes @yooyieu @nperoconelcositoarriba @lanasgirlfr @velvetdandeli0n @iluvdeanwinchester @cowboysandcigarettes @daylighted @valjy @dulcescorderitas @mostlymarvelgirl @syrma-sensei @rositaslabyrinth @blossomingorchids @deansbbyx @mads-ackles (comment or inbox me to be added)

[coleslawr02]

Chilchuck Fashion Guide

(I didn’t include it but there’s one panel where he’s sleeping and his arms are different. Covered by a cardigan? It’s never shown again and so I didn’t list it in his canon journey clothes)

(Edit: I updated the image to include the daydream cover art. Also quilted armor is called “gambeson”.)

open pic for high quality. text is below cut ⬇️

Chilchuck’s Journey Clothes

White collar shirt, White long sleeve, Black buckle shirt, Blue pants, Black pants, Brown pants

Quilted armor, Short sleeve hoodie, Green cowl (made by Flertom), Satchel (matching with Marcille), Bandages (no socks), Boots, Belt, Bag + Bedroll

Variations on the Journey

A - Cowl & shirt wrapped for warmth

B - Golden country farmers hat

C - Laios’ shapeshifter scarf

D - Shapeshifter handkerchief

E - Frog suit

F - Frog gloves

G - Laios’ clothes

Gray Hair

Chilchuck has gray hairs. Ryoko kui gave up drawing them past the first few chapters. They’re also in older colored sketches.

Chilchuck’s Past Clothes

Younger Chilchuck had freckles.

His outfits vary but are functionally the same. Light armor is good for sneaking. Fingerless gloves are good for lockpicking. Bandages act as athletic tape.

Other Clothes

Halffoot fashion typically includes vests, capes, loose shirts, baggy pants, boots, & gloves. Their fashion appears similar to tallmen.

Buckle Shirt

Chilchuck’s black shirt is both a turtleneck and open collar. It’s shown changing in “Bavarois”.

[heykaya]

Degrees of Lewdity - Text Based Masterpost

See also: Degrees of Lewdity Screenshots Masterpost

Code Digging

Stuff I found digging through the game's code.

Character Outfits & Descriptions

Love Interest and NPC - Insecurities

Love Interest and NPC - Hair & Eye Colours

Love Interest and NPC - Virginities

When Love Interests Non-Con You

Sydney's Status (Pure/Neutral/Corrupt)

Ivory Wraith lines about Love Interests

Ivory Wraith lines about Sydney

Named NPC Stalk Encounters

Mentions of Sydney's Other Parent

Weirdass Dialogue about the Orphanage Nursery

PC is fucking brutal (Bonus: Bullying Ivory Wraith)

PC Orgasming in Various Locations - Part 1

Plantperson Dialogue

Love Interest and NPC - Reactions to taking your virginity

Love Interest and NPC - Reactions when you mention someone else

Bodywriting Reactions

Remy’s reaction to Body Writing

Kylar’s Bodywriting Reactions

Special Body Writing Messages

Lockpicking Love Interests’ Lockers

Avery’s Endearment Stats - Food & Card Game Date

Teachers’ Reactions To Pc Cheating On A Test

Sidebar Tips

Streaking in the Park - Robin

Streaking in the Park - Whitney

Streaking in the Park - Kylar

Reading the Mayor’s Emails

Quinn’s Strange Visitors

NPC Reactions to Specific Clothing

Reactions To PC Going Into Labor - Ivory Wraith, Bailey, Jordan, Niki

Reactions To PC Going Into Labor - Mason, Sirris, Sydney and Sirris, Alex, that Woodcutter that lives near Eden

Reactions To PC Going Into Labor - Wren, Harper and Remy, Robin, Morgan

Alex’s Reaction to special clothing

Guides

Coming soon.

Headcanons

Love Interest Personal Care Headcanons

[ugghouly]

Further on the topic of Marcille’s longevity opposed to her friends, decades are nothing but a drop in the bucket of the centuries she will live. It is like the heartbreak of parting with a short lived pet, a mantis or a mouse that is still so special but both young and old so quickly. How long do you think Marcille holds onto the last loose threads of their rotted clothes, how long does she yearn for a group dinner in the dungeon? Do you hear the whispers in Chilchuck’s old town as a solemn elf wanders down into a cemetery so caked with moss and mud that you can no longer read a single name? Can you imagine their fascination as she navigates quickly to a headstone and kneels down to rub it clean? Can you imagine Marcille and Senshi sitting quietly in those few hundred years they would spend alone together? So afraid to fill the silence because of the voices they may find themselves waiting for. Can you imagine how loud she would cry when that was over? Can you imagine how many keepsakes she carries? Maybe Laios’ gourmet guide, maybe chilchuck’s lockpicks, maybe the rope with which senshi would tie up his hair. Imagine that kind of grief. Imagine her following Chilchuck’s daughters and grandchildren around but they are never quite the same. She sees his face in them but none of them know her the way he did. Can you imagine Marcille tending to the golems? gardening in them for as long as she can stomach being reminded of the past? The stories that exist beyond the dungeon are filled with an immense grief that just draws me in.

[yanpoetry]

10-Level Guide to Restraining Your Darling

A comprehensive guide for a Yandere looking to ensure their Darling stays exactly where they belong.

Level 1: Yarn (Symbolic Restraint)

Purpose: Playful, psychological introduction to restraint.

Yarn is soft, delicate, and practically useless as an actual restraint.

Tying your Darling’s wrists together with a loose bow shows control but allows them to easily break free.

Best used for teasing or playfully reminding them that they could be tied up for real later.

Can also be used for sensory play, like wrapping yarn around their fingers or ankles while whispering possessive words to them.

Level 2: Silk Ribbons & Scarves (Gentle, Romantic Restraint)

Purpose: Comfortable, visually appealing, but still escapable restraint.

Silk ribbons and soft scarves feel luxurious, making the experience more intimate.

Good for beginners because it doesn’t feel too restrictive or scary.

If tied loosely, they can slip out with effort, but a well-tied knot makes escaping more difficult.

Works well for roleplay or as a precursor to more serious restraints.

Ideal for those who enjoy the feeling of being restrained without the actual inability to escape.

Level 3: Leather Cuffs with Velcro (Beginner’s Bondage)

Purpose: Gentle introduction to physical restraint with a safety option.

Soft leather cuffs with Velcro allow for some struggle but won’t cut into their skin.

Can be used to secure their wrists to furniture, keeping them in place for a short time.

A good middle ground between play and serious restraint—can be undone quickly if needed.

Often used in professional settings for patients or beginners in bondage.

Ideal for when your Darling starts getting comfortable with being under your control.

Level 4: Rope (Basic Knot Tying)

Purpose: A step toward real captivity; requires skill but is still escapable with enough effort.

Proper knot tying is essential. Without skill, rope is easy to slip out of.

Best used with strong materials like hemp or cotton rope—soft yet durable.

Can tie their wrists, ankles, or even bind them to a chair or bed.

If done correctly, it limits movement significantly but still allows some circulation.

Rope burn is a risk, so using soft rope or padding is recommended.

If they get access to something sharp, they can still free themselves.

Level 5: Handcuffs (Serious Restraint, But Still Escape Possible)

Purpose: A real restraint, requiring a key or serious skill to escape.

Metal handcuffs add an element of real control.

Most people don’t know how to pick handcuff locks, but it’s not impossible.

Used by law enforcement, meaning they’re designed to be secure.

Can be combined with leg cuffs or attached to a fixed object for extra control.

Double-locking handcuffs prevent tightening and injury.

Still has one flaw: If they steal the key or have lockpicking skills, they can get out.

Level 6: Heavy-Duty Chains & Padlocks (Full Commitment to Control)

Purpose: Serious physical restraint that requires external tools to remove.

Chains remove the risk of lockpicking since a padlock is the only way out.

The weight of the chains adds a psychological impact—escape feels impossible.

Used in high-security environments for dangerous individuals.

If attached to something sturdy, like a wall or a heavy piece of furniture, mobility is nearly zero.

Depending on the length of the chain, they can move a little or not at all.

Can be padded to prevent injury or left bare for a raw, intimidating experience.

Level 7: Padded Restraint Bed (Medical-Style Confinement)

Purpose: Maximum restraint while ensuring comfort and safety.

Used in psychiatric hospitals and high-security facilities.

Soft, but firm straps secure wrists, ankles, and even the torso.

Prevents all meaningful movement without causing harm.

Impossible to escape without outside help.

Can be used for short-term confinement or as a transition to more serious restraint.

Often comes with monitoring features to check on your Darling’s well-being.

Level 8: Soundproof, Lockable Room (Total Environmental Control)

Purpose: Instead of just restraining their body, you control everything.

A locked, soundproof room isolates them completely.

No access to the outside world—only you control what they see and hear.

No sharp objects, no tools, no risk of escape.

If they scream, no one will hear them.

If they behave, you can give them comforts like books or music, reinforcing dependence on you.

Can be disguised as a "safe room" to avoid suspicion if outsiders come around.

Level 9: Sedation & Soft Restraints (Passive Control, Forced Dependency)

Purpose: Ensuring your Darling is too weak to resist, even if they aren’t tied up.

Mild sedation keeps them docile and unable to resist.

Soft restraints ensure they can’t harm themselves or attempt escape.

Creates a sense of helplessness while maintaining comfort.

They become reliant on you for food, movement, and care.

Best used in combination with previous levels for total control.

Level 10: Custom-Built Safe Room or Secret Dungeon (Absolute, Inescapable Restraint)

Purpose: Permanent, escape-proof captivity designed specifically for your Darling.

The ultimate commitment to keeping them yours.

A room designed with no exits except the one you control.

Soundproof, escape-proof, and fully stocked with everything they need.

Can be disguised as a normal room from the inside, preventing any hope of rescue.

Reinforces complete dependence on you for everything—food, entertainment, companionship.

If done well, they may even stop wanting to escape.

Final Notes:

This guide escalates from playful to serious. For a Yandere, the goal is control, not destruction, keeping your Darling safe and dependent while ensuring they know they belong to you.

[bullet-prooflove]

omg can i request "Baby You're strong, you're sweet, but you gotta be smart" for mike franks (ncis origins)? love you love your writing

Tagging: @kmc1989 @ilovemark1951 @love-affair-with-fandoms @sweetdaytimedreams @mildly-salted 

Companion piece to:

Count To Five (NSFW) - Mike comes home to a naked woman in his bed.

Pool House (NSFW) - You and Mike steal a moment alone at the LA Law Enforcement Conference.

You and Mike like to play games, not the normal type of shit like ‘X Marks The Spot’ or strip poker but ‘life lessons’ where you have to earn your reward. It started when Mike lost the keys to his car. He’d been frustrated and pissed off because he was already running late, so you hotwired the fucker with a screwdriver, just like your brother had taught you.

“You need to show me how to do that.” He’d said as he sat in the driver’s seat, his arm hanging out of the open window.

“Tonight.” You promise before throwing down the gauntlet. “You do it in three tries, you get me on my knees.”

“If it takes more than three?” He questions, his dark eyes glittering at the prospect of a challenge.

“Then I get you on your knees.” You tell him and Mike can’t help but smile.

“Honey by that reckoning I win either way.” He retorts before his hand catches yours, drawing you down to his level. “Now give me a little sugar before I get going.”

It takes Mike nine tries to get the hang of it and he spends the entire night with his face buried between your thighs, fucking you with his tongue until every single one of your neighbours knows his name.

“How are you with lockpicks?” He asks you in the aftermath as he tries to catch his breath.  

“Never tried it.” You say propping your chin up on his chest. He uses his fingertips to brush a stray strand of hair back behind your ear, his thumb tracing over the three silver studs.

“Baby,” He practically purrs as he rolls you onto your back, his cock already stiffening as he places heated kisses down your throat. “You're strong, you're sweet, but you gotta be smart out there in the big bad world. Let me teach you a thing or two, set my mind at ease.”

“You really think you have that much to teach me?” You tease as he guides himself between your thighs again, pumping his cock lightly as he notches at your entrance.

“Yea honey.” He mumbles against your lips as he arches his hips. “I really think I do.”

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[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Sarcasm's Rec List 2: Electric Boogaloo

[Thank you to everyone who voted!]

Masterlist Previous Rec List Mundane Macabre (main blog)

[Hardcover/Anger Management ship]

Red is Hood’s Favorite Color by mango_sushi98

Sonnet 29 at the End by ew_selfish_art The Rapid Growth of the Fenton family tree by Lunaml (First entry of the series)

If you find a vigilante in the dumpster by lunamugetsu (WIP)

The Night Will Come But Not To Stay by ectoentity (WIP)

Friendly Neighborhood Vigilante by Elizabehta_Beilschmidt  (WIP)

Somehow whatever’s eternal in me knows whatever’s eternal in you by DemonicoAngel (WIP) (This has to be one of my favorite works in the hardcover ship) To hell and back by Ocearna (WIP)

The Night Will Come But Not To Stay by ectoentity Advent Reunion by Shynnohwen (First entry of the son of the hood series)

[General Recs/no particular tag]

This Way Madness Lies by ConspiracyCrows (WIP)

Foundling At The Door by Spaced_Ace (First entry of the House of Elle series)

I can be both even if it’s hard (and it’s hard) by multi_fandomfreak (WIP) (What if Sam and Tuck went to get Jazz before Danny came back out of the portal?)

Staring is rude but so am I by Imshookandbi (Let Sam unleash that anger at her parents, as a treat)

Ghosts on a plane by NightShiftShenanigans

We All Have Our Christmas Traditions by Multisakublossom (Tucker-centric)

Alfred and the Tiny Attic Squatters by Shynnohwen (WIP) (Alfred is the real patriarch of the batfam, we all know this)

Like and Survive - Phantom's Guide to Young Hero Survival by robinasnyder (WIP) (Grown up danny, first hero, gives life advice, makes ripples) Visitant Lights by Shynnohwen

5 + 1 Meeting the Nightingales by elizabthemerald

Please Don’t Take My Sunshine Away by FearlessHades (WIP)

Son of the hood? By Valiantlybold (first entry of the Danny Wayne series, wonderful) Wayne’s Haunted Mansion by Tathartiel (WIP) Spelunking by SummersSixEcho (First of the Ghost in the Family series) regular boy: daniel wayne by phantom_o_writes (WIP) Dad from Mars by Animefangirl1221 (WIP)

Undead Lockpicking or How Danny shamed Superman into changing his locks by Milaley Contractual obligations by Calix, Tathartiel (A twist on the usual DC recs: This one is steeped to perfection with Hellblazer lore. Wonderful and epic, well done to the authors!)  

[Dead Tired]

The Batfamily Can’t Communicate by miistical

Bitter, had the Heart by CastrianAmore (WIP)

[Demon Twins]

The Sketchbook by Notrus You’re Not Who I’d Thought You’d Be, and I’m Glad For It by Nanenna

The Parent Trap by Nanenna

my starlight by hollowgast1  (WIP)

Loss Like A Severed Limb by Littlestartopaz

The Devil’s After Both of Us by TheWritingOwl

[Dead Silent/Deaths Dance]

Full Time Hero, Full Time Disaster by halfagone

Lex Luthor’s Ascent from Supervillainy to fatherhood by halfagone (WIP) (This feels like reading an epic) By My Count by TheStrange_One (WIP)

[Dead Serious]

Artificial Wingman by TheSleepyKitsune (WIP)

Love Like You by DisillusionedDanny (WIP)

Press Heart to Subscribe by Die_Erlkonigin6083 (WIP)

Webbing Up A Family by Agelaius_Ace

Peter the Pizza Guy by Irisen  (WIP) Along Came A Spider by RagsnBones (Cassandra Cain/Peter Parker) Butler Spider by Danny_shells (WIP)

Time flies by (bye) by whyiseverynametaken

Little Red Spider Hood by Cashmire

You With the Watercolor Eyes by DefinitelyNotIndecisive (WIP) A Long Way From Home (And No Way Back) by Vivia_wants_boba (WIP) Homesick by NotSoSweetHeh

Red and Blue are hero colors by Cashmire (WIP)

Spider-Man or Spider-Spider by disappear_rapidly  (WIP)

Spiderhead by emmacortana

Archnomaly by Songue85 (WIP)

Nothing Left to Lose (Dick in New York) by seekrest (WIP)

A/N: Congrats to 3am me for double checking the links worked properly. I hope y'all enjoy these reads!

[circlesuponcircles]

Ooo yes, I can see how that would be helpful! Now hopefully this will work, I'm very sorry if it doesn't buuuuut...

Places a box into loop's room, with a single book in it with the title; "Lockpicking Unleashed: A Comprehensive Guide to the Art of Unlocking."

I really hope it works (ーー;

Maybe the power of anon may work, but only greater powers in play know how much we affect. I hope the rest of this loop goes well for you! And that you get to keep the book.

✨️: YOU CAN DO THAT??

[morverenmaybewrites]

Story Update: The Pizza Delivery Girl's Survival Guide to Gotham City

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Updated chapter: Chapter 22: An Impossible Transformation Story Summary:

People who lived outside of Gotham City would most often think of it in terms of its heroes and villains. About Batman and Robin, Joker and Harley Quinn.

People who actually live in Gotham City would only think of one thing: surviving.

Who cares about the people in costumes when your house has been bombed for the fifth time, or your wife has been taken hostage just because she worked in a bank?

Or, in your case, when you have to make regular deliveries to places where even Batman feared to tread?

Because let's face it. In a world full of superheroes and costumed villains, the real heroes are the ones who make sure that people get their pizzas in forty-five minutes or less.

Preview:

Quiet, in Jason’s experience, was never a good thing. It usually meant that a crime was occuring: a lockpick carefully sliding into place, a hostage with a gun to their head, sweat beading on their skin, their screams pressed against the edges of their throat like broken glass.

Quiet was the asylum, and the way no one ever came for him.

Quiet was the dark, swallowing Jason’s screams.

In the lightless doorway of the building, Jason could almost see the flash of bone-white teeth, pulled tight into a familiar smile.

But then you gasped, a sharp, sudden sound that broke the silence, and for a moment, Jason felt as if he could breathe again. The darkness in the doorway was just darkness.

He wasn’t Robin anymore, and he wasn’t in the asylum.

He was the Red Hood, and he had promised to help you.

Read on AO3

[skoople]

I want to study at a Delicious in Dungeon

i will spell Laius as Laios and use lockpicks on hermit crabs. i would watch monster recipes on the Gourmet Guide all night while drinking a slime with my party members. i’ll have scorpion hot pot and walking mushroom every day that’s worth 5 gold. i would go to cooking wok every night. i am also more likely to meet mages, The Golden Kingdom, basilisk and the Mad Sorceror.

I wish i was dungeon :(

[commander-yinello]

Do you happen to have respec advice for other characters apart from Wyll?

Heya, thanks for asking! ❤ Here's what I like to run the other companions on.

Shadowheart: Light Cleric all 12 levels. She becomes a beast using Spirit Guardians, Fireball and Guiding Bolt. Also ridiculous overpowered in act 2. Give her Lathander's Mace and win.

Lae'zel: Battlemaster Fighter 12. Or if you don't like extra buttons, Champion Fighter 12 is great too. Fighter is a fantastic beginner class imo.

Astarion: Thief Rogue 4/Gloomstalker Ranger 5/Champion Fighter 3. You want the double attack from ranger, the action surge and ofc all that sweet lockpick proficiency. Give him a bow, he'll destroy everything.

Gale: Fighter 2/Abjuration Wizard 10. Finally that poor man not only has some good defenses, he smacks hard too. No more lying on the ground for him. (credit to nix on discord for this bc I was struggling lol)

Karlach: Open Hand Monk 8/Thief Rogue4 hits like a truck and imo fits Karlach. But Berserker Barbarian 8/Thief Rogue 4 where you throw all the things is also very good. I keep forgetting to buy weapons hence why I went with monk 🤣

Minthara: MUST have Thief Rogue 3. Soul Branding is stupidly good not to cast on everyone and only costs a bonus action. You can give her Paladin 9, Fighter 9 or build her exactly like Astarion.

Halsin: Storm Sorc 1/Land Druid 11 has my heart right now because of all the nice spells and mobility. However I am currently experimenting with a Moon Druid build bc I do feel Halsin is at heart a Moon Druid. Will post if I find one I like.

Jaheira: Same as Halsin, who I feel is at heart a Land Druid. Land Druid 12 also is great if you want those super high level spells.

Minsc: Berserker Barbarian 8/Thief Rogue 4 is his thing, let's be real. Let him be the Mad Man and throw everything.

[madelynhimegami]

Maguro Sasaki Guide

I can't tell if these have started to balloon out of control, or if I didn't do Ecolo and Amitie enough justice in their posts? If it's the latter, I might need to redo them...

Maguro Sasaki is a bundle of energy tightly secured in a chill package.

He may or may not be the closest anyone in the Puyo cast gets to "shitposting memelord."

When he was younger, Maguro was a frequent target of bullying. Two things changed by the time he hit middle school completely overturned that.

The first thing was that the onset of their grade's puberty led to Maguro to start becoming handsome-- and a lot of classmates noticed.

That's why Maguro has his eyes covered by his hair. His face is so beautiful that anyone who sees it uncovered falls in love. He and Ringo (who is immune by being a childhood friend) call it the "beauty beam."

It has been confirmed multiple times that the effect has no regard for gender. At most, those not attracted to guys are left unaffected (but even that's speculative).

The second thing that happened by middle school is that he decided to get better than his bullies at what they do best-- and succeeded.

Consequently, Maguro has a vast skillset. He also enjoyed developing those skills enough that he considers them hobbies.

Said skillset/hobbies include: ★ Kendama (naturally) ★ Fashion ★ Cooking/baking ★ Sports ★ Chess and tabletop games in general ★ Video games ★ Martial arts ★ Fishing ★ Dance ★ Musical instrument playing (Tuba has been mentioned) ★ Stage magic and sleight of hand ★ Lockpicking ★ PC building ★ Puyo Puyo

Basically, if you can think of a skill or hobby a middle schooler would realistically have, odds are Maguro knows how to do it and is ridiculously good at it

Despite that, he considers himself more of a generalist than an expert in any of the aforementioned.

Becoming good at so many things has led to him being confident enough to not be bothered by bullying anymore.

Not that it happens particularly often. He's actually quite popular, and his skillset makes him in high demand with several student-run organizations.

He prefers hanging out with Ringo, though.

As you can probably imagine, while he's generally unphased by rudeness directed at himself, he does not take the bullying of others lightly.

Probably comes with the territory of not only being a former bullying victim (and being best friends with someone who almost certainly got bullied and may very well still does) (like have you met middleschoolers?), but also an older brother.

Maguro's brother is apparently helpful and kind-hearted, but can be easily exploited because of that.

Being from a fishmonger family, Maguro is well versed in the physical characteristics of fish and is able to identify many different species on sight.

Maguro's greatest frustration with his life is his inability to devote all the time he wants to spend on his myriad hobbies (honestly, mood).

Compounding this is his ever-shifting focus. He often finds himself unable to stick with anything for very long.

Maguro also hates having to sit still doing nothing. He always needs something to keep himself busy.

Socially, Maguro is pretty well put together. He's very chill and good at helping others staying chill. He can get a good read of situations fairly quickly and is pretty good at knowing what to say.

He doesn't surprise easily, either. Generally he's able to roll with a lot, but doesn't handle abrupt changes or being put on the spot very well.

Maguro and Ringo vibe so in sync that they're telepathic when they Puyo battle, be it with or against each other. Literally.

He knows how to best keep Ringo from getting too stressed, and also knows how to ground her wild-running excitement. Except when he's the subject of her excitement.

Maguro's speech and behavior (in Japanese) suggest a connection to a subculture among male Japanese teenagers that started cropping up around the time that Puyo 7 was released. Short version is, it suggests that Maguro's not interested in dating or pursuing a relationship. Interpret that as you will.

As a result, he doesn't like when people assume that he and Ringo are dating.

At some point after 20th Anniversary, but before Puzzle Pop, Ecolo had become enough of a staple to physics club hangouts that Maguro no longer seems to have trouble remembering him.

Ecolo considers Maguro an enjoyable person to play Puyo against, and Maguro does know that Ecolo is a friend (with a tendency for mischief). But beyond that, as far as I know their relationship hasn't been explored all that much.

With how much Ringo vibes with Maguro and Ecolo, I'm very sure the latter two would get along quite well once they got to know each other better.

Maguro has a strong dislike of scalpers. He also says to support your local brick-and-mortar game stores.

It probably goes without saying, but Maguro is a huge nerd. His flavor of nerd tends to be a lot more media-centric than Ringo's.

If something of interest comes up, Maguro can't hold back the urge to infodump. One Quest mini-story has him interrupt multiple times, Emperor's New Groove-style, to just gush about Sonic the Hedgehog. He even admits he's not supposed to be in the story.

He'll also start infodumping when he just knows a lot about of the subject in general. (And that's how Witch ended up concluding he was stalking Ringo)