#maybe if you were resisting his personal quest

[soldsouls]

The only way you're gonna know any of Luci's history beyond the barest minimum, though, is via detect thoughts or tadpole. He will consent to neither. Forcing it results in a very nasty bite. The others will give you a firm verbal warning, but not him. You're losing a fucking ear immediately.

[pumpkinbxtch]

apollo, more apollo or lester please???? without conditions or anything specific just apollo thank you, you write him so well

is the tune of my heart, can you hear it? ♪｡･:*˚

— apollo x fem!reader

warnings: none

a/n: hi baby, thank you for you sweet sweet SWEET words. don't worry, heres your girl. enjoy bby.

✧

You felt like a real nymph. You know, those ones sitting by the rivers on a rock with the water trickling over their toes and the sun bathing their skin, but mostly for the company they used to have. You glanced over, and even though he was still focused on his thing – pursing his lips and grumbling – you thought he'd never looked better.

You wondered how you ended up like this and fixed your gaze on the way the water bounced the light. It was funny because Apollo used to boast so much about how handosome he looked that you ended up trying to avoid him, even disliking him (nothing new among other campers), but now he was definitely a new person.

Lester or Apollo, whichever name he preferred, now presented himself with less pretense, and the simplicity of both his appearance and attitude seemed ten times more attractive.

He let his golden curls mingle with the chestnut ones, kept those eyes as blue as the sky, and toned down the exaggerated muscles for a more athletic body. You knew he had truly changed when he left some of the scars he had acquired during his quest, setting aside the perfect texture of his skin.

You hugged your knees and felt the urge to sink into him; his beauty was so ethereal that you resisted reaching out to confirm that he was real, that he was indeed beside you, creating beautiful sounds with the lyre and that you weren't delusional. He was like a dream, he was a dream. God, you could think about that all day.

Do, re, do...

His eyes were fixed on every note he made resonate on the instrument, as if he feared making a mistake, as if he weren't the god of it all.

Totally distracted, his hair began to cascade like a curtain of gold and bronze. You leaned in gently, and before you knew it, you were already running your fingers through his hair behind his ear. He immediately looked up at you, and the tension in his gaze eased, almost you could see a smile. Were you that remedy for him as he had become for you?

— Darling — minutes had passed in silence before he said it just audibly, the sun beautifully lit up his eyes, leaving you breathless. His hair brushed against your fingertips back, resisting being contained, or maybe, that small gesture was enough to make you lose the strength to take something as light as that. You just smiled at him.

You were good friends, but you no longer felt that way, how is it possible to fall in love with a god? If that was one of the views their ex-lovers had, now you understood all the parents of Apollo's cabin children. Ugh, you felt bad for having that thought and hugged yourself again as you watched him return to the lyre.

— This melody...— he said, breaking the silence, —it always comes out better when I'm in love.

You rested your head on your knees as you tightened your grip on them.

— But it sound beautiful.

And he nodded with a radiant smile. Wait, was he in love?

— Oh,— your disappointment choked you, and you raised your eyebrows pretending interest. — Who is it?

Apollo closed his eyes, letting out a laugh, shaking his head mockingly as if it were obvious and you had to know the answer. That annoyed you, how the hell were you supposed to know who he was in love with if he could be there and in Alaska at the same time?

— You're hopeless, aren't you?— He left the lyre by his side, and it was his turn to crawl towards you. You lowered your gaze, watching as the lake snaked, you could almost see your chances being dragged away by it. He touched your shoulder to get your attention, and you wanted to resist, you didn't want to see him, it was embarrassing.

— What? — you snapped.

— You get in a bad mood so quickly — he teased, affectionately taking your hand, making your heart race even though you knew it wasn't uncommon for him, that's just how he was, so you just sighed. He smiled, trying to find your eyes as you avoided them, then he leaned back and directed your hand to his cheek for you to cradle him, Apollo didn't stop pleading until you looked at him. — It's been better since I met you.

You returned your gaze to him, confused. How could he say that so calmly and with those sparkling eyes? Damn the way he looked at you, you wanted everything from him.

Apollo kissed your knuckles and traced your arm with small kisses, when he started laughing, he stopped to look into your eyes once more.

You weren't a nymph, to him, you were a goddess.

— And do you love me? — he asked, innocently.

You knew the answer.

[icarustypicalfall]

Commander's Last Love

chapter 2 ★ fem reader★ masterlist ★ ao3

fic masterlist

summary Each tidbit fuels his curiosity, pushing him to unravel the enigma that has taken hold of his heart.

warnings:push to wall, fight, small one, phil is in denial

note: got first one deleted yey hope you enjoy<3

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“Honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes. I feel like a person for a moment of my life.”

Mission [A2626]

Location: [CLASSIFIED]

Time: 04:19:00 - 10/10/2022

He couldn't close an eye. The urge was too strong. Phillip couldn't contain his fascination with you. There was an air of mystery surrounding your character, and he was not one to appreciate riddles. He despised those games from his childhood, when people would challenge him and mock his abilities for their own amusement. He detested it.

Your enigmatic nature felt like a challenge to him, awakening a long-lost sense of excitement. For the first time in a while, he desired to uncover your true identity. Every little detail seemed to hold significance, though he chose to ignore the reasons behind his curiosity. At least this time, he would use his powers to gather information without any immediate plans for harm.

He yearned to unravel the enigma that seemed to overshadow his perception of reality. No one had ever treated him with such disregard, leaving him behind with just a cold stare.

Those eyes, those damned eyes, had power over him. He needed to know more.

Plan A: Act like a fool.

That's what he had been doing for the past two hours. Phillip couldn't sleep, consumed by the scent of someone's boots and his restless tossing. He decided to put his plan into action. To discover more, he had to access the files. He could have easily obtained your file from Colonel Farah, pretending it was for an "abilities check" - a flimsy excuse, but he lived for the thrill of danger. It made him feel like a young man again, sneaking a smoke behind the fence or stealing a sip of alcohol at his parents' party.

The base was quiet, with only a few scattered soldiers. He managed to make his way to the heavily secured archive. The room was pitch dark, but he pressed on, carefully sifting through the piles of papers, searching for your file.

To his dismay, he couldn't find a trace of it. It was as if it had vanished into thin air. Phillip sighed in disappointment, gazing down at the scattered papers on the floor.

Phillip yearned for a deeper connection with someone he can't help but be drawn to. Consumed by his longing, he embarked on this quest to uncover your mystery. Only to be left with nothing.

He couldn't understand his behavior and chose to not to.

A steady noise could be heard, he stopped in his tracks.

A low voice, filled with both sarcasm and curiosity, broke the deafening silence.

"Looking for this, commander?"

Startled, Phillip panicked, attempting to hide the mess he had made. It was futile. Your eyes were fixed on him with a curious gaze, your face concealed behind a mask. He couldn't help but recall the lieutenant he had encountered before, whose face bore both beauty and scars. He wondered if yours was the same.

Plan B: Continue acting like a fool.

"No, doll, I was just looking for .. past mission documents... you know, to reminisce," he stammered.

You held a document in your hand, and he gulped nervously, looking at you in desbilef. "Looking for this? You could have asked," you said, with a hint of mockery in your voice.

As he stared at the prize, a sense of anger welled up within him. It felt as if you were once again mocking him. He couldn't resist taunting you in return, "No, maybe I was looking for the respect you never show me, doll."

Tension filled the air, your hands curling into fists. You uttered coldly, "You don't deserve it."

He had to strike back, hit where it hurt, to test the limits. He needed to know how far he could push. "Someone like you can't climb up the ranks without being an obedient little cat, can you?" he taunted.

Oh, a faux pas. A very wrong move for the audacious Phillip.

You pushed him against the wall, a mix of fire and anger in your eyes, tightening your grip around the collar of his shirt. You spoke through gritted teeth, "Say that again, and I swear on my life, and you'll be headless before you can blink."

Phillip smirked, utterly unfazed by your display. He could feel the coldness of your touch as you held onto the fabric of his shirt. He whispered, "Oh, the cat has claws."

You released your grip, stepping back and slamming the file onto a nearby table. Then, just like that, you were gone.

Phillip held the file in his hands, his excitement turning to disappointment as he realized it was empty.

Everything was classified or nonexistent. From your name to your health check, there was nothing. No picture. This file was as useless as his brother Luke. He sighed, tucking the papers into his pocket and meticulously returning each file to its proper place.

As he finished, he noticed something peculiar. Something peeking out from under a large shelf. He picked it up, suspecting it might have slipped from one of the archives.

It was a picture, taken in the early 2000s, he assumed. Nine people dressed in military uniforms, all smiling. The hand of the camera man, holding a huge scar on the front, formed a silly peace sign.

He tucked the strange picture with your file, deciding it was time to leave. It was almost 6 am, and he needed to eat and attend to his duties.

The incident had only intensified his longing to uncover more about you. He had to know.

[myheartismadeofstars]

Man the more I think about it, the more I REALLY wish Durge could be a companion. It would be so cool to have a dragonborn companion, and just...see what Durge is canonly like.

Also I really want to see my Tav adopt Durge!

And it would allow you to see all of the Durge story stuff while playing your Tav!!

I really don't know why Durge is a Storm Sorcerer though? It just doesn't suit his character to me... (I don't know how well white dragonborn suits him either. Cold breath? I think there are better options, though I WILL say that he LOOKS cool AF as a white dragonborn!) I would probably have him as a rogue, barbarian or fighter (or even Oath of Vengeance Paladin!) if we didn't already HAVE companions of those classes please ignore the double druids but I could see him as a Monk if relying on unused classes! (Btw my Sorcerer subclass of choice would be Draconic for funny reasons)

Maybe it could be cool if Durge was multitalented before losing his memory and he could ask for advice as to what path to follow, allowing him to fill any role depending on what you needed. But he himself prefers to be up close and personal, approving if he got asked to be a more martial class (he would also approve if asked to be a sorcerer, implying he already knew he had those powers but would just...not use them lmao).

I feel like as a companion his approval would be a bit... weird. He's typically very reserved and cautious, but approves a LOT of you suddenly commit acts of violence (also pushes him towards indulging). But approves a bit if you use guile to avoid violence (pushes him to resist). Disapproves of chaos and often scolds chaotic party members (Astarion, Karlach to a lesser degree) even though he may laugh at their antics. Durge rarely responds to acts of kindness, but responds well to kindness to children (subconsciously reminds him of his foster parents). Mostly he approves of practicality, intelligence and ambition. He'd likely have interesting conversations with Gale about that, get along well with Minthara in general. I feel in my soul that Durge has chronic headaches because of Karlach (not because he doesn't like her, but because she mentions Gortash, and it hurts to think when he can't quite remember). I imagine he has a lot of thoughts that he doesn't act on. (Also I highkey think he'd sleep with Astarion at some point if neither are romanced. Listen... Astarion is dead, guys. He's a corpse that can consent)

If I were to write a companion!Durge story I would show him as canonly killing Quil instead of Alfira simply because it's a unique character and allows you to finish Alfira's quest AND get Durge Action (also I like the idea of her hitting on him). I think there could be some dramatic changes to the scene depending on how high his approval is, and how many times he's been encouraged to indulge (if he has high approval and has been resisting the whole time, he'll outright confess to having killed her, confused and terrified. If you've been encouraging his urges he'll take pleasure in it, it's possible to have a version where he blames Astarion, which Tav could pass a check to point out how nonsensical that is lmao)

[genshin-scenarios]

Reunion: An Equivalent Thanks [Part 5]

Read the first series (Adopt a Wanderer) here! An AU where Scaramouche/Wanderer gets isekaied to your world - a found-family series.

Summary: Things start to settle into a routine. As much as the characters in the story were the same however, it'd be a lie to say that time hasn't changed both you and Kuni, for better or worse.

Wordcount: 2489

Warnings: contains spoilers of Wanderer’s story in the archon quest!

Part 4 &lt;-

Call him pessimistic, but Kuni expected you to be more resistant to his new personality. His way of speech, insults, or even just the knowledge that he’s not the ‘harmless, couldn’t-hurt-a-fly’ puppet anymore - none of it seemed to phase you, and a part of him grows irritated at how easily you accept him.

Things seem to be too good to be true. He’s aware you knew about his past and future, but aren’t you a little too relaxed about the version of him that’s committed atrocities standing next to you? 

What irks him even more is the way your actions seem to carry concealed worry. Your shoulders would relax every time he came into view, as if making sure that he really was there.

Just as ridiculous as his worries might seem to you, Kuni thinks it’s needless for you to wonder if he didn’t find your presence annoying. He continues to drop by day after day on his own accord, and while he often says it’s to make sure you’re still alive, it’s also not like there’s anything better for him to do. In mortal terms, this might be described as a hobby of his.

“Kuni?” You rub the sleep out of your eyes as you walk down the stairs, reaching the ground floor of the treehouse to see a lone plate on the dining table. The scent of spices had wafted in from outside, rousing you from sleep. “...Huh, not a soul in sight.”

You could’ve sworn that you saw Kuni from the window before you came downstairs - maybe he’s left already?

Peeking out from the door, you check the stove outside to see that indeed, the fire had just been put out. You recall that he’s been busy on missions given by Nahida, so that was probably his reason for leaving.

But…

“He doesn’t need to eat.” You mutter to yourself, picking up the pita pockets - still warm. You’re reminded of the days when Kuni started learning how to cook, making dishes from recipes he’s found online with a bit of guidance from you - and voila, the teacher had become the master. 

He’d always been quick at learning things though. And you’d be the last person to complain about having warm meals on the table after a long day at work.

…Maybe you should do something for him this time around. But what kind of gift would Kuni like?

For you to get a proper house? You could practically hear him saying it in his usual drawl, but shake your head to bat the mental image of him away.

Perhaps you could check if there were any imported teas from the city’s merchants? Briefly, your attention is caught by a breeze that nudges the door open. As you make your way to shut it properly again, your gaze trails toward the wildflowers growing nearby, and the Traveler’s quest with the Aranara resurfaces from your memory.

Gifting flowers was a sign of friendship. Perhaps it’s a little too optimistic to make him a flower crown, but you could just prepare both and see how it goes (definitely not because you were hoping to see him wear said flowers in his hair, noo…) 

As you busied yourself with your new tasks, you reflected on the events of the past few days. 

Kuni had asked you a few questions about the details of your memories and appearance here in Teyvat. 

When did your dreams occur? How long has it been in your world?

To be honest, you had some questions you wanted to ask him too.

How did you feel when the memories flooded in?

What did you think of the ‘me’ from the past?

Do you regret any of it?

Despite the questions that have crossed your mind when the moon was high and you had fallen into retrospection - Kuni’s actions up until now have always been a source of reassurance to you. In his own way, he was accompanying you as you adjusted into a foreign, new world - just like you’d attempted to do for him back then.

And maybe… just like you hadn’t realized in the past, you don’t think Kuni’s aware of just how much he’s helping you right now, simply by hosting and anchoring you down.

…Ah, the both of you really were a peculiar duo. Since when have you been so anxious about things all the time? Growing older really is a burden.

-

“So, how did you manage to find me back in the Avidya Forest?” With a bag hanging from your elbow as you peruse the shops in Port Ormos, you take a sip of your drink; mango and yogurt blended together, translating into a refreshing sweetness. “As much as I don’t want to sound deluded, it felt more like a trap than a coincidence when we reunited.”

Familiar music is playing through the streets. Kuni shrugs half-heartedly, watching as you look through a stall with kitchen gadgets. “You’re not wrong. At some point, the Aranara started gossiping about a strange person in the woods. They said you ‘glowed like Golden Nara’, but not in the same way.”

The information brings you back to the Aranara you met when you’d stumbled on your current home. It jumped in surprise at the fact you could see it, but was quick to peer around you and recognise you as a lost person. Such was the kindness of forest creatures. It’d told you the place was empty for many years, so it was safe to stay.

“Not the same, huh…” You muse. “I’m surprised I ‘glow’ at all. I can’t exactly do the same things they do.”

A part of Kuni feels irritated at your familiar, nostalgic tone. You’ve never actually met the other characters, but your words are uttered as if there was a strange kind of bond between you and them already. Frankly speaking, he thinks your memory might be holding them all at a too-high regard.

“What can they do?” There’s a hint of a challenge in his voice, meeting your questioning look with a raise of his brow. “I’m just curious. You say you witnessed their adventures as if it was a story from their point of view.”

You hesitate, thinking of what you could reveal without saying too much. You don’t mention anything about the Traveler’s abyss twin, more sensitive details, or their theorized origins. Though you’re sure Kuni probably has his own suspicions anyways, sharp as he is.

“They’re getting stronger with every adventure, enough to contend with the gods.” You give him a knowing look, to which Kuni scoffs.

“Irrelevant.”

“Hm.” You try not to laugh, deciding to let him off. He did also beat his own god-self, so you guess it’s a null point for Kuni. “They can swap between elements regularly by resonating with them. Teleport around using waypoints, have a roof over their heads from a certain teapot abode. And…” You pause dramatically. “At some point, become quite the detective and lawyer. Though I can’t tell if they’re good at singing or not, since one time their humming caused a glaze lily to turn into a whopperflower.”

“Anything else?”

“Nothing that stands out too much.” Glancing at him, you link your hands behind your back, causing your shopping bag to shift with you. “Not going to ask about yourself?”

“I’d get creeped out.” When you give him an offended look, Kuni rolls his eyes. “I had a recap of my entire life just recently, so hearing it again isn’t going to make me feel any better.”

“...You sure?” With a thoughtful pause, you shrug. “Then, I can tell you about the other characters the Traveler has met.”

For someone who plays themself off as an insignificant witness, you were quite the character yourself. When Kuni first heard about your arrival from the Dendro Archon’s familiars, he’d scouted the area where you were last seen. When he did manage to match your identity to the person in his memories, he’d almost gone to Irminsul at that moment to erase himself again (an overreaction, mostly). Yet within his cynical thoughts, something about how you were obviously struggling to get a hold on your bearings in the forest gave him pause. 

Despite how you were undeniably mortal - no outwardly powers or vision on your waist - there was something about the way you continued trekking forward that made Kuni unable to abandon you. He could have chosen to forget about his past incarnation’s memories, but something always pulled him back to reflect on it. 

Questions, interest, and a certain type of nostalgia that lives in the air; not quite isolated to the past as much as it was impossible to ignore, dangling before him in the present. It’s just tangible enough that he might be able to grasp it.

So he does. Because even if he was immortal, he couldn’t say the same for you. You could change, get hurt, or disappear.

…Have you changed? It would be ridiculous to claim you had not, seeing as people grew everyday. But so far at least, none of said changes has betrayed anything that mattered Kuni’s memories, save for one.

Have you always been this tentative? It might be the difference in environment, but Kuni’s certain you were never this wary back when he lived with you. You’d barge into the living room with a magazine asking him if he wanted to visit the place illustrated on its page, planning an impromptu trip. You’d bring him around your modern world and explain how things worked, say hi to the cat you’ve unofficially adopted, and ask him if he’s had a good time at the end of it all.

One of the weaponsmiths in Tatarasuna had mentioned before: ‘It was easier to brave the world when there was someone to be brave for,’ or something like that?

…Absolute rubbish. Just the thought of bringing you to meet Nahida already made a bad feeling crawl up his throat. The last thing Kuni needed was for an archon to do something that neither of you wanted.

“Oh, and there’s Kazuha!” You explain to Kuni, who hums on occasion to show he’s listening. “Kazuha has this really elegant way of speaking, it almost reminds me of a knight? He likes poetry, is really skilled in swordsmanship, and faced the Electro Archon at one point.” The way your eyes light up makes it seem like you’re talking about a celebrity. “He’s also a part of the Kaedehara clan, though I think you already know about that. Just a really nice person that gets along well with most people. He travels on the Crux with Captain Beidou.”

In truth, you’d only highlighted Kazuha because of Kuni’s relations to his ancestors, not realizing the way the puppet was slowly getting annoyed for different reasons. “You’re telling it like he’s the most charming person in Teyvat.”

You tilt your head, not fully understanding his vice. “Well… in terms of charm, there’s a few other candidates, like this magician from Fontaine.” You stop yourself though, raising a finger in the air to illustrate your point. “But anyways, there’s one more person I want to highlight!”

“...Last one. I think my ears are going to need maintenance after this.”

“He’s a person who’s lived many lives.” Your peppy tone melts into something more thoughtful. “—Not quite human, but with a heart that feels so deeply that those who met him during his early incarnations, couldn’t help but invite him into their tribe.”

Kuni stays quiet, but doesn’t make any move to suggest you should stop. 

“Unfortunately, a shadow had planted itself in place, which would interrupt their happiness.” Softer and quieter your words grew. “But what was broken here couldn’t simply be thrown aside and forgotten. Its cracks manifested anger. It witnessed a second life of harsher circumstances, and sharpens itself.

“Later on, he is picked up by the wind. He maintains a hard exterior, but his actions do not harm the birds that visit. He pays one of them company while it drags him around to its heart’s content.” You finally bring the narration to an end. “And… Said bird heard from some forest creatures that flowers were a symbol of friendship. So it tried to bundle together a gift of its own for the puppet with a heart of ash and embers, hoping to thank him for his companionship.”

“...You forgot the part where I committed many atrocities.”

“Just take my gift, won’t you?” You huff with feigned-annoyance, handing him the flower crown and box of tea. “If we ever visit another nation, I’ll make you new ones with their regional flowers.”

“And you said you weren’t broke.” Kuni’s words hold no weight though, as he runs his fingers over the woven flowers. “Making presents from the plants in the forest? Next you’ll fashion a spear and hunt a boar for dinner.”

“Isn’t that how adventurers do it anyways?!” You whirl away from him, crossing your arms. “And here I was trying to express my gratitude. Guess I should’ve just gotten you more tea instead.”

The sound of his vision lighting up reaches your ears. When you turn around to see what he’s done, Kuni is quick to place the flower crown atop your head, asking you to hold on to it for him. You were about to tell him it’s his gift when he takes three flowers from the crown, tying it around the metal ornament that frames his vision.

“Wearing that on my head won’t be very practical.” Once he’s done, the flowers grace the accessory naturally, as if grown from the glow of the teal stone. “Next time, just bring me the flowers. I’ll figure out how to use them myself.”

Next to his vision and the golden plume, huh? You’re in no position to complain about that. “...I’m glad you liked it.”

“Never said I didn’t.” Kuni shrugs, before taking your shopping bag and dropping the tea inside, carrying it himself. “Nothing else to surprise me with, right? If we’re done, we should head back before it gets dark.”

“Remember when you asked me why we couldn’t see the stars back in the city?” 

Ever the sensitive soul, Kuni responds to your nostalgia with frank fact. “It was so polluted that the stars weren’t visible.” Humans truly had their ways of impacting the world.

“That’s why I’m kind of enjoying the view of the sky in Teyvat.” You say. “The stars are twinkling so brightly, it makes even the night feel a little less isolating.”

Back when Kuni was living in your world, he’d thought of the stars as a witness to the exploits of the world below. Perhaps that was why his past-self had hoped that you’d both remain hidden under the clouds just a bit longer, so that his time living in that quaint but happy existence could remain just a little more.

.

.

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-> Part 6

[primojade]

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈: 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐈𝐔𝐕𝐀𝐓. ( fortune favours the bold )

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈.𝐈 : 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐈𝐓. ( the teacher said it )

" anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new. " - albert einstein.

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒' 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | As a veteran AR60 player of Genshin Impact, you pride yourself as someone who knows the ins and outs of Teyvat, even studiously completing Spiral Abyss every reset, and having 100% exploration to some, if not all, of the released regions so far. Everything is fun and enjoyable, especially since Sumeru just recently debuted so you still have a lot to do!

All that ends though, when a mysterious passerby pushes you off the building of your university while playing Genshin. But instead of meeting your inevitable end, you find yourself waking up in the very world you were addicted to! 

It's supposed to be a fun dream, right? Something you could laugh at when you wake up? Right?! So, why is that you were back in AR1 with nothing but a dull blade in your inventory?!

…well, at least you still have those 700+ sunsettias and mints, Timmie's fowls…and surprisingly similar game mechanics you used to merely see on the screen before. But what should you do now? Flirt with the Genshin men??? Good lords...

"Welcome to Genshin Impact, Dreamer. Here, we can show you a happier ever after you've never had before…so, ready?"

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | In which you choose to do the World Quest that requires you to meet Cyno, the General Mahamatra himself that leads to a more confusing and maybe…a bit more hopeful ending?

𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐖 | Cursing, Cyno threatening you, mention of injuries but nothing too graphic, spoilers to Sumeru Archon Quest and maybe spoilers in general shskaha. No beta we die like teppei so you would def see grammatical errors. Let me know if I missed anything <3

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 | I think this route will probably be my most favorite of them all xD probably because Cyno and Tighnari are here lmao. Reblogs and comments are appreciated!

masterlist | prologue: that love is a fallacy | route 1: argumentum ad hominem | (alternate route) route 1.2: argumentum petitio principii

Try as you might to resist the temptation of primogems, your will is as weak and soulless as your AR1 account. Though you didn’t know if the Wish System here works the same as the one in your game, it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared just in case. Plus, you were really curious to see what the General Mahamantra looked like in real life. Tighnari himself looked so real and so unlike his 3D self, so you choose to accept the World Quest that popped out of nowhere. 

Although your caretaker didn’t seem to agree with you in the slightest. “No,” he simply said with a slight frown before tugging you down to the bed when you tried to stand. “You still haven’t fully recovered, you lummox. And you can’t be serious in meeting that man looking…like that.” 

The therianthrope then gave a brief glance at your clothes before rolling his eyes. When you looked down, you realised you were still wearing your school uniform. And so unlike how these Sumeru—or even any of the Genshin—characters intricately dressed themselves. You won't even pass as a scholar of Academia even if you say so with your getup!

It was as if Tighnari was telling you 'you would look even more suspicious in the eyes of the General Mahamatra if you meet him as you are now'. But, no! First of all, you are a certified Cyno simp, and second, you need to do the World Quest for Freemogems. You knew Tighnari was worried you might do something stupid to incur the General's ire, but if you remember Cyno’s lore in-game and how between his reputation and his own personality as what others believed greatly differs, you choose to make a gamble.

Tighnari was probably thinking you were some sort of mad scholar that Cyno was hunting or some random madman, but you knew better. Afterall, you were nearly certain Cyno wouldn't hurt you (since you weren't even a Sumeru scholar or anything that broke the rules) so he probably won't bat an eye on you that much. He would be suspicious, yes, but you have to convince them that you mean no harm.

Yeah, that's a plan! You braved yourself, excited at the prospect of meeting one of your favourite characters. 

“By the way, Tighnari,” you called him, suddenly remembering something important that you should’ve asked him earlier. “Do you know the….uh, Traveller? The outlander?”

He gave you a puzzled expression. “If you were talking about yourself, then yes, I suppose I know you just now. However, judging from your expression, you were referring to a different person, no?”

You blinked, inching close to him. “I mean, the Traveller! You know…the Honorary Knight of Mondstadt? The Hero of Liyue? Swordfish Captain of Watatsumi Island? First Sage of Buer?...Seriously?!”

“Who in the name of the Seven are you talking about?”

Judging from Tighnari’s genuine confused expression, he really has no idea who you were referring to. Which means…“Holy shit…the game hasn’t started yet,” you almost choked at this realisation.

But if the Mondstadt Archon Quest hasn't really started yet, does this mean that the Traveller was still trapped in their sleep? Or it's possible that Paimon was still teaching them speech at this time? Tighnari himself is already a Forest Watcher, which means that this timeline isn't that far from the start of the game. Right? 

Plus, Cyno looked like he's still the General Mahamatra, in contrast to his self-exile during the Sumeru Archon Quest. Meaning, it was possible that he was still loyal to the Academia rules and its Sages, and if he does have his suspicions now regarding the Grand Sage…

Good lord. This would be more difficult to handle. 

First things first, you need to meet Cyno and follow the Quest Chain. Hopefully, these random quests that popping in your Quest Menu would lead to something that could help you go back to your world.

Well, who am I kidding? Even Hoyoverse themselves said they don't plan to have an endgame yet. You scoffed.

Anyhow! Onto the Quest!

It was truly a Spartan feat for you to convince Tighnari that yes, you were fine now, and yes, you wanted to go out of this confinement and meet the man of your Quest. He even becomes frighteningly insistent that you stay in bed for a few more hours but eventually, it was all thanks to an NPC Forest Ranger whose name you can't remember calling out to him that gave you the chance to escape by diving through the door. 

While Tighmari was certainly faster and physically stronger than you are, your will and determination to get the primogems and meet Cyno is stronger than him.

"What the fu—!?"

But in your careless hurrying, you accidentally trip and literally flew down the remaining steps of Tighnari's hut. You grunted in pain as your elbow grazed down the balustres. When you looked ahead, you saw the tip of someone's toes in front of you. 

You slowly looked up, frowning, your eyes met a familiar pair of cold crimson ones. Your stomach did quick flips, and your heart nearly burst out of your chest in surprise. You didn't expect to land pathetically in front of the man you want to see today—literally!

"You…" Cyno started, looking down at you as his red eyes flashing dangerously. "...Who are you?"

"—And I specifically told you to stay in bed, but what did you do? You ran off on your own, got yourself more bruises, and had the wounds I treated to open. You even had the audacity to say you’re alright to my face–”

"Master Tighnari, I think they had enough…"

"Oh? Well, I do think they were pretty enthusiastic about listening to my lectures.”

“Bastard, do I look like I did? Ow!” 

Tighnari, who was looking all smug at you, flicked your forehead after he finished tending to your injuries once again. Curse his supersonic hearing even though you were just whispering your complaints under your breath. 

Beside you, Collei attempted to calm you down by patting your back. The girl was truly a blessing, and she's been very kind to you the moment she saw you tumbling on the ground from her Master's hut. Additionally, she looks even cuter in person; you almost want to squish her cheeks.

On the other hand, sitting at the far side of the room was the General Mahamatra himself staring intently at you like a guard dog. You tried ignoring the prickles at your skin, the lump forming at your throat at the intense way he was looking. His crimson eyes were scorching deep, as if trying to discern all the secrets you've been hiding from them. And from the way his expression shifted from nonchalance to wariness the moment he saw you, you knew that lying wasn't a safe option. 

It wasn't like you were here to cause trouble! Or break rules! You're as confused as them, if not more, so you really have nothing to fear! 

"—considering that you were now cheerful enough to dive out on your own accord when I clearly told you not to, I believe it's safe to assume that you don't have any lingering concussion from your fall. Though I suggest you stay for a few more days so I could monitor your condition—unless you want to stay in Bimarstan, that is…are you listening to me, [Name]?"

Your eyes snapped away from Cyno to look at the Forest Watcher, who was looking at you in exasperation. "Wait, I don't have any Mora on me for treatment! Besides, these wounds aren't all that serious, they could heal themselves in time." 

Unfortunately, your million Mora was gone along with all of your stuff in Inventory. Damn it.

"Mx. [Name], we don't charge payment to our patients, so don't worry about that!" Collei chipped beside you. "And when it comes to treating others, my Master is one of the best! So, you can trust him, I assure you."

Your smile becomes crooked. "That's not exactly what I'm worried about…"

Tighnari wisely ignored the both of you and turned to Cyno, crossing his arms. "And how about you? To whom do we owe the General Mahamatra a visit?" 

Cyno glances at you in a calculating way before looking back at his friend. 

"I…uh, could step out for a bit so you guys could talk in private?" You offered, hesitant.

"No need," Cyno immediately declined, for some very odd reason. "I do not intend to keep this a secret anyway, and this peculiar discovery is not part of my job as a Matra—unless it starts to pose a problem to Sumeru as a whole. But for now, any kind of opinion regarding this subject is very much appreciated as much as it was a personal request from me."

"Now, this is weird." Tighnari muttered, sending him a meaningful glance. "Is this about the suspicious domain we discovered in Dharma Forest the other day?"

Your ears perked up. Domain in Dharma Forest? Wait…don't tell me…?

Cyno nodded stiffly. "Yes, I managed to open the domain today. Inside was some kind of mechanism that opens a time trial challenge that requires me to defeat some Eremites. Then, out of sheer curiosity, I tried revitalising the petrified tree inside. It then gave me this…"

Your eyes widened like saucers when you saw what materialised in Cyno's hand. You couldn't believed what you were seeing right now!

"Is this…some kind of flower? Its appearance looked similar to the Fetid Boughs in Withering Zones but…" Tighnari inspected the 'flower' with furrowed brows. "It doesn't have the same effects. It even looked remotely harmless to me."

"Exactly my thoughts." Cyno agreed. "Since you were used to dealing with Withering Zones and this item bears resemblance, I assumed you would know what this is."

The therianthrope shrugged his shoulders. "This is the first time I had seen this kind of…thing, in all honestly, so I have no idea. Have you tried asking the Sages? Surely, they could provide a reliable answer than myself."

After a few moments of silence, the General clearly hesitated, pursing his lips. Tighnari sighed in defeat, but an understanding smile crossed his expression. "Alright, I get it. No need to ask the Sages. This is a…personal business afterall."

"This is an Artifact," you said absentmindedly. "Though I have no idea if this is a four star or a five star artifact…" 

No wonder why your Original Resin was 140/160 when you checked it earlier! It's because Cyno unknowingly used it on a Domain without knowing what it truly was.

Collei, who was silently listening to her elders patiently, looked at you in confusion. "...Artifacts? You know what that is, Mx. [Name]?"

Both of the scholars looked at you in interest.

You scracted your neck, debating whether to tell them about the in-game stuff or made something up. Though you quickly ruled out the latter. Lying wouldn't do any good especially since Cyno could easily tell if you do. It would be safer to be on their good graces instead of making them more suspicious of you.

"Uh…well, this is a part of an Artifact set of Gilded Dreams. And this particular piece is known as a Flower of Life, named as Dreaming Steelbloom." You explained, your expression sour as if you swallowed a lemon. You thank the Archons that there were days you were bored and resinless enough to read actual lore inside those artifacts! 

"You said this flower is just a piece of a whole set, yes? Which means there are other pieces out there?" Tighnari curiously asked.

You nodded animatedly. "Yeah. There are five pieces each set. The Flower of Life, the Plume of Death, Sands of Eon, Goblet of Eonothem and the Circlet of Logos. They could be found in the same domain as the one you got this from. There are another set of artifacts you can get in that domain, too—the Deepwood Memories."

"And what can these artifacts do, exactly?" Cyno's shoulders tensed, waiting for your answer with a glare. He looked absolutely terrifying as if you didn't answer him truthfully, he would drag you across the desert before he reenacted his punishment for you.

"Oh, um, well…" You nervously blinked and you really tried your best to explain the purpose of artifacts, how they work, and even about their set bonuses. As scholars of the Academia that runs on logic and explanation of stuff, you don't freaking know if they even believed your crap, but at least you were telling the truth? 

When you were done, you were extremely out of breath so Collei—bless her soul—kindly gave you a drink to clear your parched throat.

"—But the artifacts domains are absolute trash that runs on pure RNG luck." You muttered angrily, remembering the months you spend on domains crying in frustration just to get trash artifacts. "It would be a miracle to get good stats, and even purer divine intervention for them to roll on what you actually need. Tch."

The three of them shared a look. "I have no idea what an RNG is and what stats are you talking about, but if I guessed correctly with what you said," Tighnari paused, hands on his hips in contemplation. "There are other…artifact domains there are, and not just the one we discovered in Dharma Forest, correct?"

You nodded. "Yeah, but as of now, other artifact domains are located in Mondstadt, Liyue and Inazuma. The other domains I know that were available in Sumeru are the Talent Level-up and Weapon Ascension Domains…though I don't know if they would exist right now."

"What do you mean?" Cyno asked, his eyes narrowing.

Because my Map is not working right now! You cried inwardly, but you just shrugged at him.

"[Name], I'm curious about one thing," Tighnari mused, his ears twitching. "Judging from your expressions, and since Cyno hasn't stopped you yet, you must be telling the truth. But how did you know about all of this artifact stuff in the first place? I'm certain there are no books in the House of Deana about the things you just said, so all of this are new to me, and I could say the same for our General here—which is saying something."

If Cyno himself is not familiar with how these artifacts work, then how did you know? Tighnari seems to ask silently.

"Um," you shifted to your seat uncomfortably, aware of the three pairs of eyes watching your movements like a hawk—or a guard dog. "I…can't tell. At least not yet."

Collei's jaw dropped. "But why?" 

"Because the knowledge tied to these artifacts could cause unwanted chaos should it fall in the wrong hands. And I'm sure you, as scholars of Academia, know how dangerous knowledge of the unknown could be, right?" You groaned. "So, please, just until I figure out stuff I need to do, I should keep as much knowledge as possible. But believe me! I really meant no harm!"

Cyno stood up from his seat and approached you, his crimson eyes narrowed into crescents. "You…do realised that once the Academia knew about this, they could force us Matra to interrogate you whether you 'figured out stuff' or not, right? This is a dangerous gamble you were taking, outlander."

At his silent threats, chills run down to your spine and goosebumps rose from your skin. But to his mild surprise, you persevere and decide to meet his cold gaze headon. "You won't do that."

"What makes you say that so confidently? You must be aware of my position in the Academia, and the power I hold." He challenges again.

You shook your head, scoffing. "Yes, but you were doubting the Academia now, right, General? Otherwise you would report that 'suspicious domain' to the Sages instead of going to Tighnari for help. Even more so about asking our opinions, especially me who you barely know."

You realised this earlier. Even though the 'game' timeline hasn't started yet, or at least, the Archon Quest of Sumeru is not yet happening, Cyno had his suspicions about the Academia already. His loyalty was starting to falter (or in better terms, his own sense of justice is being tested by the same people he served), and he wasn't sure if he could still trust them with an unknown discovery, so in his confused state, he had gone to see one of his most trusted confidants—which is this Fennec Fox therianthrope here.

This is where you were confident. Cyno, as his lore in-game said, would only hunt those who rulebreakers of the Academia. And only a few of them were even more worthy of his visit. 

Though you weren't quite sure if your knowledge about 'artifacts' would be considered as 'getting his interest'. In any case...

His emotionless eyes looked more of orange than red up-close, and it was beautiful despite them glaring at you. 

"Okay, that's enough for you two." Tighnari holds his hands up tiredly and gently pushes Cyno away from scaring you further. "We will not question you for now about the origins of these artifacts, then. Just be aware that Cyno might not feel the same as I do, but rest assured I'll talk to him later." He rolled his eyes.

The young man huffed, crossing his arms before ignoring his remarks. "In any case, we need to investigate these other domains. And you…are coming with us."

"What." You deadpanned.

Tighnari ignored you, too. "I agree. These domains might pose a threat later, so it's much safer to conduct investigation as much as possible as the first ones who discovered them. And we need to prepare a lot of things if the other domains have challenges awaiting for us as well."

"Wait—!"

"It would be best if we split up. It'll save us some time covering all areas in the desert and the rainforest tracking their location." Cyno added thoughtfully, glancing at you. "It's best if I take this person with me. I could keep an eye on them and their actions well enough if were together."

"Hey, stop ignoring me—!"

"Are you seriously planning to drag them across the desert?" Tighnari gave him a disgusted look. "They were better off with me in the rainforest. Besides, they were still injured. They needed to rest first."

"Oi, does my opinion don't matter here at all?"

As the two scholars banter back and forth about who you should go with, the Paimon Menu lit up again. And you saw Quest Complete at The Fox and the Jackal World Quest. Followed by a series of rewards that went tumbling down your Inventory when you checked. 

[Username]

(No Signature)

Adventure Rank: 2

Adventure EXP: 20

World Level: 0

OMG! YOU'RE FINALLY OUT OF THE AR1 JAIL! Is this for real?!

But before you could celebrate your apparent victory, a new quest suddenly appeared again. And this time…it was quite different than the others you've seen before.

"Huh…?" Your jaw dropped when you read its contents.

The Fox and the Jackal II

4m

Choose who to Obtain between the Verdant Strider "Tighnari" and Judicator of Secrets "Cyno" to your party. Choose only one.

Quest Chain Rewards: 250 Adventure EXP, 150 Character EXP, 2 Hero's Wit.

You could obtain them to join your party?! Here?! For free?! Is this freaking true?!

How the hell does this game really work now? They're giving out five stars characters like this so easily? Holy shit.

Route 1.1.1: Go with Tighnari to the domains in the rainforest.

Route 1.1.2: Go with Cyno to the domains in the desert.

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Destiny’s Cruel Joke | Sandman Imagine

Summary: Years into his imprisonment, Morpheus realizes the daughter of Alex Burgess is his soulmate, so as a punishment he decides to take her prisoner.

Pairing: Dark! Morpheus x Burgess! Reader

Requested: Yes

Morpheus had always been a part of your life, growing up you would always sneak away into the dungeon and visit whom you would call Bubble Man.

Sometimes you would only sit right in front of him and you would stare at each other for hours until the security guards called your Alex or Paul to get you out of there.

The Endless watched you grow into this beautiful woman that would confide in him, even when he didn’t say a word. Maybe that was just it, because of his lack words you saw in him a twisted safe place, even through his intense stare and the mixture of blinding seek of revenge towards your family, the last thing he would do was judge you.

He felt neutral about you, he didn’t hate you, you were actually the one person of the Burgess family he would empathize with.

In all his years of imprisonment he had one important discovery, and it was that you, Y/N Burgess were his soulmate. For a long time he had been searching for you, for you to be a Burgess seemed to be a cruel joke of Destiny, even though in retrospect, Destiny was not the type to make jokes.

Finally Morpheus was able to break free from his prison, you ran to see what was going on and you stumbled upon the sight of two guards passed out and the Bubble Man completely bare and raging.

The man approached you, grabbing your wrist so hard, you felt like it would snap in two. “You’re coming with me” he spoke firmly, even when you tried to break free from his grasp but it was useless.

You tried to scream out for help from your parents, anyone. But Morpheus threw you over his shoulder and dragged you into the portal just as your father Paul appeared but it was too late as you both disappeared in a flash.

When you arrived to the Dreaming he kept you away while he went on with his quest in search for his totems.

As he came back to the realm, he came to your room with a big box he left at the side of your bed. You looked at each other, there was an indescribable tension between the two of you, a magnetism.

“Get changed and join me” he demanded

“Why would I do anything you say?” You defied him and he would lie if he said it didn’t arouse him, in a unorthodox way.

“Because you no longer have a life outside this palace, you may want to get used to it”

That was the last thing he said before leaving your dorm, he hated how empty he felt in your absence, the curious thing about soulmates is how your life seems to change once they enter.

You had to admit with time Morpheus intrigued you, although you put some resistance, the Lord of Dreams was an incredibly complex being but every time you felt like a some sort of affection towards him, his behaviors would confuse you.

Sometimes, that hard exterior of his would fade, you would have certain moments were things felt right between you, but as soon as you started to get more intimate or you were too close to one another, he would completely shut down again, leaving you frustrated.

Until one day, you were having a discussion as one of his nightmares put you in a dangerous situation, he had secluded you to your room with him as you were having a pretty heated discussion.

“You could’ve died! Do you not see that?!” Morpheus exclaimed

“Why do you care so much? You can’t even hold a conversation with me for five minutes before running off!” Morpheus was going back an forth in the room, uneasy, angry, frustrated. Like a tea pot that had been under the heat for too long and was ready to burst.

“Believe me Y/N, I have tried not to but it is beyond me” he explained the best he could, but you wouldn’t have it. So you stood up two inches away from his face, practically breathing on him. He hate to admit it, but he was weak when it came down to you, he was aroused by your constant question to his authority.

“I deserve a fair fucking explanation. Why do you still have me here? You could just let me go, be done with all this bother I seem to cause you”

Morpheus looked into your eyes, you were so close to him your noses were almost grazing each other, he could even feel your warmth, your scent, he could see every mark and blemish on your face. His whole body was screaming your name, he was dying to touch you as his breathing got heavier.

He couldn’t bare this torture a minute longer… so he grabbed you and pushed you against the wall and as your back crashed the solid surface so did his lips when finding yours.

It wasn’t a sweet, innocent kiss; no. This was a desperate, hungry, passionate kiss. So much that you could barely breathe.

This was the kiss of a man that had been trying to get rid of his feelings and those feelings were eating him alive.

A part of you thought this was wrong, it was perverse and obscure to be with the one responsible for taking your life away and torturing your parents.

But why did you reciprocate his actions? Why were you feeling the same hunger and lust this man felt for you?

After what seemed like an eternity, Morpheus pulled away and he stared at your rosy cheeks and plump lips as a result of your kiss.

“You are a Burgess, your family ruined my kingdom and your world out of greed. But you too are my soulmate Y/N Burgess” you blinked a few times, trying to understand what he was saying

“Your soulmate?” It was the only thing you were able to say, suddenly a lot of things made sense but that opened a new cascade of questions.

“Yes. I’ve tried to escape this countless times, but I can’t and it’s been killing me to deny the truth”

“What truth, Morpheus?”

“That I am meant to love you as you are meant to love me” he was looking at you so intensely it was scary, he seemed to want to run away again as he reincorporated.

“Why are you running from me?” You asked as you grabbed his wrists, you wouldn’t let him get away so easily this time. So he was forced to stare at you, he was trembling, he just wanted to succumb, but his conflicted mind was imposing his desires.

“Because I can only contain myself for so long. I fear that if I stay I might lose the few lapsus of decorum I have” the tension was unbearable, the air was dense and Morpheus couldn’t even look at you anymore.

“Fuck decorum” you said before going in for a kiss, he practically groaned in delight like an animal when he gave into you, he was getting his hands on any skin he was able to grasp, making you weak to your knees.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, you nodded, not trusting your own voice. “I need you to say it, Y/N”

“Fuck me” it was all you were capable of saying.

After that, Morpheus went feral on you, he kissed your neck, ripped your dress as he removed your underwear and in no time he was already inside you thrusting into you with such force he was practically fucking the absolute life out of you.

You could only moan and scream out of pleasure as you dig your nails into his shoulder and he pressed your thigh on his waist, giving him a power over you as he was able to sink deeper inside you. Your whole body was shaking as you were brutally fucked, drunken on the sensation of him and only him.

He loved this, having you like this, being inside you with such sloppiness and urgency, this wasn’t gentle or sweet, him taking you right in this moment was a barbaric act filled with adrenaline, it was the act of a man taking a woman in the most primal way.

This was about pleasure, not about rationality of moral. You were both so tired of overthinking everything, that for the first time you allowed yourself to indulge in your darkest desires.

You would worry about the rest, later.

But for now, you were together and the whole world could burn in the meantime.

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Hugs for a Vampire (Astarion x GN!Reader) - Chapter 11: After Meeting Petras and Dal

Chapter 11: After Meeting Petras and Dal

Each chapter can be read as a standalone hug.

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader (Rogue!Tav)

Genre: Fluffy, Filling in Canon

Rating: Teen

Tags: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, POV Second Person, Act 3, Canon-typical violence, Astarion's quest, cw: Astarion's trauma, Astarion's coping mechanisms

WC: 1.4k words, 11/18 chapters

Summary: Set in early Act 3, Rogue!Tav and Astarion encounter Astarion's siblings.

Ao3 | [Hug10][Hug12] | Hugs for a Vampire Masterlist

To say that you’ve had a crazy week between Rivington and Wyrm’s Crossing would be an understatement. Deep gnomes, drow twins, devils, doppelgangers, you feel like you’ve lived an entire lifetime in mere days. In fact, compared to how you all looked entering Rivington– haggard from the Shadowlands, running on fumes and willpower– you look like completely different people.

Just yesterday, you took a detour to Carm’s Garms and, while you normally don’t pay for goods and services, you couldn’t resist having some of those garments immediately. Especially once you had Astarion try on a few options. Needless to say, you’ve never spent so much money before, especially on clothing or dyes.

So when you set out this sunny morning, you take a short detour to his tent to witness firsthand the results of your shopping trip. “Don’t you look dashing,” you say, with a satisfied little smile. Your love is dressed to the nines, in a delicately embroidered obsidian coat, its filigree a deep crimson to match his ruby eyes. 

Astarion pulls at the lapels of the coat, tilting his head up toward the sun. “Don’t I always?” he asks, the pride in his voice feels fresh, renewed by a confidence you’re happy to see in him. He does deflate a moment later, fingers picking at the trim of his sleeve. “Not that I would know. I suppose I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“Shall I get another statue commissioned of you?” you ask, half-joking. The half that is serious knows that if he says yes, five-thousand gold is a small price to pay for even a moment of his happiness.

He doesn’t take you up on it though, laughing at the suggestion. “Maybe once we’ve settled somewhere more permanently. If Lae’zel and Karlach have to carry a second statue of me from campsite to campsite, I may not be long for this world.”

You take a moment to imagine a world where you are settled somewhere with Astarion, where you can decorate with as many statues and paintings of him that you can commission. “Very well,” you respond. “When this is all over, you won’t want for a mirror, trust me.”

Something about the sincerity in your voice throws off his usual veneer of vanity. “My love, you really are quite frightening when you set your mind to it.”

“Don’t you forget it,” you respond with a grin. The unspoken communication of what’s to come after this is all over still lingers, and you’re drawn to it like a foolish moth to a flame. “Speaking of planning ahead, you mentioned that we should look for your siblings before we enter the city?”

Astarion’s face sours into a grimace, but he doesn’t shy from the subject. “Yes, we should look about the dirtiest hovels. I would start somewhere like Fraygo's Flophouse, it looked miserable enough.”

You nod at his suggestion, ready and willing to face his past. “Let’s go today.”

– 

Well, you thought you were ready and willing to face his past. While you started your encounter with Pale Petras and Dalyria on a strong note, with Astarion interrogating his siblings, ultimately getting the information that you need – you end it on a sour one. As soon as his siblings flee, you come face-to-face with an Astarion you haven’t seen in weeks. 

“We have to face him and take that power for ourselves,” he says, a low growl to his voice.

“Not that they were the epitome of a loving family, but those six spawn are your brothers and sisters,” you start, an eyebrow raised in challenge. “Are you ready to sacrifice them?”

“Trust me I’d rather slaughter someone else’s family, but… if that’s what it takes,” he says dismissively, waving away your concerns with his hand. “And it’s not like they’re sweet innocents: they brought Cazador just as many victims as I did.”

You give him a look, not hiding your disapproval of his words, nor his dangerous train of thought. “It’s not like you had much of a choice. I don’t blame you for your actions, I could hardly blame them for the same thing.”

“You’re not getting sentimental, are you? I thought you were with me on this,” he says, an unveiled attempt to appeal to your practicality, your pragmatic leadership. When your expression doesn’t waver, he continues, voice infused with a new emotion: desperation. ”We are a team, aren’t we? You are still with me?”

Despite yourself, your heart aches at his pleas. “I just… want you to be happy,” you say, honestly.

“Then you’ll help me in this. Nothing would make me happier.” You stare uneasily at him, before hazarding a glance at Karlach and Shadowheart, their worries are clearly written on their faces. 

“We’ll do our best, Astarion,” you swear. “We will deal with Cazador one way or another.”

He seems mollified at your words, and a bit of erratic glee enters his tone as he says, “And now we know he’s skulking beneath his palace, we can take the hunt to Cazador.” 

You and your companions nod warily, tiptoeing around the anxious energy about Astarion. Something in his demeanor scares you more than even your most fearsome foes have. His familiar attitude, the oddly comforting sass and sarcasm, is nowhere to be found. You need to do something, anything, to diffuse the situation.

“Love,” you begin, deliberate in your small movements toward him. You reach out a single hand, palm up, facing him. “I know that was a lot to handle this early in the morning. Would you like a hug?”

In his regal attire and smug look, he seems leagues away as he scoffs. “Oh, please. It was nothing,” his words are confident, but something about the way he’s standing, posturing, seems defensive, afraid. “I don’t need comfort for dealing with a sniveling fool like Petras.”

You’re not convinced, of course, but drop your hand regardless. “Suit yourself, my dear.” You pause a beat, as you settle on a new way to bring your vampire out of his temper. “Truth be told, I was being a bit selfish– after all, it’s not every day your handsome lover grabs someone by the throat like that.”

Karlach’s startled snort sounds like music to your ears. It snaps Astarion’s face out of his pompous expression. When he looks at you, surprised and satisfied, you know he’s a bit more himself again. “Well if that’s what gets you going, I’m happy to provide a cuddle.”

You don’t need any further affirmation, closing the distance between you with a step. Your arms wrap under his, holding his body tightly to yours by his shoulders. Astarion, despite his airs, melts in your arms easily. There’s a bit of a crinkle to his movements, as the fresh garments bend in unfamiliar ways. 

This is by far the nicest outfit you’ve ever hugged your lover in– you can feel every exquisitely stitched seam, the cloth is soft to the touch, pristine and shining. You have a brief moment of wonder; is this what hugging Astarion two centuries ago would have felt like? It’s likely he hasn’t had anything this nice in recent years. You’ll need to sort out an entire new wardrobe for him, of only the finest make.

Something about the moment compels you to say as much. “When this is all over, we’ll need to find somewhere to put your new wardrobe, in addition to all of your statues and paintings,” you whisper, a promise meant for only his ears.

He chuckles into your hair. “You like fancy clothing as well. I’m learning so much about your preferences today, love.” You roll your eyes at his teasing and move to break the hug, but he only grips harder. His words are the barest breath on your skin, “Just… one more moment.”

You would happily give him as many moments as he needs, and you curl back into him. Karlach and Shadowheart don’t interrupt, perhaps sensing that he needs the comfort he so vehemently denied. For your part, you can feel the tension leaving his body, slowly but surely. The instinctual fear that Petra and Dal evoked, the memories of his past life, retreating back in the face of his overwhelming reality. He is safe here, in your arms, with his friends– each of you ready to face his fears alongside him.

“All right, let’s go,” he says, finally releasing you. Then, with his usual flair, looks around, as if realizing where you’ve had this moment. “This place stinks of rat blood and despair.”

“Let’s go,” you confirm. “We've almost made it back.”

[yandere-romanticaa]

A little experiment for Tighnari if you will. While his design is all over the place and simply looking at him felt a little odd to me but I adore his personality and how gentle he is, especially with Collei. I'm still not too familiar with him but I did finish the first part of the Archon quest in which he appears. I hope I did him justice!

The scent of herbal tea and cooked food filled the room as you lay in bed, dizzy to the point where you can't stand on your feet and so sick that the food that would usually tempt anything and anyone into having a bite was doing the exact opposite for you. The choice of becoming a forest ranger was a sudden one but over the past few months you've been here you started to see the charms of this place despite the many dangers that lurked above and beyond the sky high trees.

As a forest ranger you had many different duties to perform, some mundane while others that could have almost cost you your life - but no matter what you took on all of the challenges with a bright smile, even if you did end up being covered in blood in bruises by the end of it.

The endless courage and optimism was something to be proud of but the same could not be said for the lack of your knowledge in botany and anything related to plans...

Forest rangers were required to take several different tests throughout different times of the year, ranging from their physical education and endurance, the strength of their emotional stability and general knowledge about the flora and fauna of Sumeru, possibly from even beyond that if the situation called for it. It would be a lie to say that you passed your tests with flying colours but you did manage to get by, just enough to earn a comfortable salary and stay close to your new friends.

Tighnari being one of them.

He was the best teacher anyone could dreamed of having - from his endless patience and understanding to his sharp wit and kind heart, it was impossible not to like the guy. There were times when you were more than tempted to rough up his tail and ears but you knew better.

It also didn't help that he'd catch you staring at him every single time.

Despite spending so much time with him you were still utterly clueless when it came to plants and Tighnari would do everything in his power to change that. Whenever your hand would be draped in thorn covered wines you'd come running to him, tears in your eyes and tears falling down your cheeks as he sat you down on the floor, always bandaging you and maybe even lightly kissing the pain away if he was feeling more bold that evening. It was a chase kiss that never lingered for too long, always on the inside of you wrist too, where your pulse was.

You never asked him why he did that. You simply took it as a token as his endless gratitude.

And that's why you were here now, in bed with a fever with Tighnari himself nursing you back to health. Like it or not he was ready to shove the harsh medicine down your throat if need be but you just decided to go down the path of least resistance and just went along with his rules.

Tighnari always warned you never to fully trust anyone and that you ought to watch you back lest someone tried to do something vile to you. He included himself in that statement too because at this very moment he was giving you just a third of the required medicine, to keep you docile but still just healthy enough to stand on your feet.

The forests of Sumeru hid many secrets but the one Tighnari hid was one of the biggest ones yes. His burning love was consuming him and unless he put his foot down, archons know what would happen to him.

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[yanderes-galore]

Ooh since BATIM is coming back (who else is excited!? 🎉) could I please request Yandere rivals (romance ) between bendy vs Alice please both trying to keep the reader for themselves (maybe the reader help make bendy or kept running into him that Bendy grow obsessed, while for Alice maybe the reader know her before she comes Alice angle or maybe Alice grows obsessed with her new little errand girl ?) Up to you , I would love to see what you come up with 🤍Anon

Okay! I'll see what I can do with this :)

Yandere! Ink Bendy vs Yandere! Twisted Alice

Pairing: Rivalry - Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Sadism, Forced relationship, Kidnapping, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Rivalry, Abandonment, Manipulation.

Ah yes, a classic rivalry.

Angels and demons are sworn enemies.

Even when, in this case, they're both monsters.

Bendy and Alice used to just be cartoons.

Now they're merely twisted versions of their normally cute counterparts.

Bendy would grow attached if you originally worked in the studio the fastest.

He can also be obsessed with you if he chases you around the studio long enough.

If he knew you before he'd immediately be attached.

You helped bring him to life!

Let him return the favor... by keeping you all to himself.

Alice is the same way.

Maybe you were also a voice actor or helped her with her job somehow when she was still Susie.

Honestly, knowing them both before the studio's fall would be the quickest way to spark their obsession.

Once you step foot in that studio again it's all over.

Bendy will pick up on your smell, and like a beast, he'll stalk and hunt you down.

Meanwhile Alice will watch from her territory, waiting for the right moment to lock you in.

They both are very manipulative and have a seething hatred towards each other.

You're constantly talked to by them in an attempt to coax you to their side.

They're both beasts in their own right...

If you pick the path of the angel or the path of the devil, you're in for a world of pain either way.

If Bendy takes you, Alice will do whatever she can to get you back.

She screams you're tainted, that the demon will sully your purity.

Bendy covers your ears to her screams.

You're his... she can stop her tantrum at any time.

Bendy doesn't mind marking you and hiding you in the depths of the studio.

A demon can't resist the urge to taint someone like you.

Honestly, if it pissed off the angel upstairs? He'll make a show of it.

If Alice took you back, she's doing whatever she can to cure you of the demon's mark.

How dare he dirty what's hers.

If Alice took you first, she's locking you in her territory.

You're her pure angel.

To her, you're perfect and don't deserve to be tainted by such a wretched beast.

She pretties you up and sets you on little fetch quests for her in her territory.

It's best you don't go out of her territory, however.

You'll make her panic and scream if you stepped out of her territory.

The demon could take you if you aren't careful.

They both have very different ideals, obviously.

Yet they both treat you as if you're some sort of toy.

Bendy treats you like something to torment, but he also turns it around and becomes overly affectionate.

It stems from the abandonment he's suffered due to his creators leaving him.

Alice treats you like a perfect creature to preserve.

She dresses you up, she compliments your looks, and also shows pride at how pure you are with her.

Alice forces compliments from you constantly in return.

Either way, your freedom is limited.

Alice may keep you safe from the demon, but it's just swapping the monster around.

Being with Bendy befriends the biggest monster here, but your freedom is still nearly nonexistent.

Either ink creature is bad news and you're better off not entering the studio at all.

While they may be a demon and an angel...

Only devils with personal interests exist down here.

[dragnelly]

Spoiler warning — Wand Mastery

My little twist on this quest. Still in the process of editing. Not sure if I love it or hate it. I’m currently open to requests for future scenarios. Thank you in advance for reading my writing <3

While pacing around Ollivander’s, you glanced at the endless amount of rectangular boxes, filled with wands, each different from the next, all waiting to choose their equal. Unsure what to do with yourself, you pressed the back of your thumb to the bottom of your lip, resisting the urge to chew on your nail. You broke the habit years ago but the hand placement gave you some sort of comfort. The shop keeper had disappeared to the back of the store to create your special request, for what felt like hours ago. Normally, you are relatively patient but the last few days have kept you restless. There was so much to do and you no longer had the luxury of time. Ranrok. Victor Rookwood. Lodgok. The Keepers. Professor Fig. Poppy. Natty. And Sebastian. Your mind was going down endless rabbit holes. What were you going to do? What could you do?

You gazed behind the counter, searching for any signs of movement. When will Ollivander be done? Will he ask questions? Would you able to alleviate his curiosity? After minutes past, it finally dawned on you. Apart from inside the shop, it was strangely quiet. Hogsmeade was always lively, even at night. Witches and Wizards filled the streets, causing all sorts of commotions. But right now, maybe even for a while without you taking notice, there was nothing. You moved to the entrance of the store, peering through the yellow tinted windows. Not a person in sight. How odd. You cautiously extended out your arm towards the door as your other hand grabbed your wand. Simultaneously, your heart picked up its pace, pounding against your chest while your adrenaline raced through your veins.

You took one last glance at the back of the shop for Ollivander before you pushed through the door. Welcomed by the spring air, the sun momentarily blinded you. Instinctively, you squint your eyes and as your vision adjusted, a familiar voice cut through your spine, sending your consciousness into another spiral. “I’ve been looking for you.”

It was Victor Rookwood. Before you could react, an unrecognizable voice shouted, “Expelliarmus!” Your wand slipped between your fingers and into the air. You tried to catch it but it was too late. It clanked against the ground, too far from your reach. Too far for you to stop what was about to happen next. You examined the surroundings before glaring at Rookwood, taking a mental note of your enemies. There was a total of four Ashiwinder Soldiers blocking any exits you might’ve tried to use to escape. You’ve taken down more at a time, you could easily end this right here, right now. But without your wand? You clenched your jaw as something you never asked before crossed your mind, where was help when you needed it?

Unbeknownst to you, Imelda Reyes and Sebastian Sallow were close, hidden by the disillusionment charm. Imelda, with all her strength, held onto Sebastian’s arms from behind as they witnessed these events unfold. She knew there was more Ashwinder scouts and assassins lurking through the streets of Hogsmeade and as much as Sebastian Sallow annoyed her, she wasn’t about to let him go charging into this situation without some sort of plan.

It was earlier in the day when Imelda persuaded Sebastian to peel his eyes off a rather strange looking book to accompany her to Hogsmeade. And as fate would have it, just as they were getting ready to head back towards Hogwarts, witches and wizards apparated all over the town. Both the teens knew them to be followers of Victor Rookwood simply based on their attire. When Sebastian blurted your name, she knew he’d do something foolish. This boy, she thought when he took off running, needed to be more honest about his feelings because when he was not with you—he was always talking about you. Once she caught up to him, she convinced him that if he wanted to stay in Hogsmeade, they should used the disillusionment charm. After all, they didn’t even know if you were here.. but sure enough, they found you.

“What do you want?” You question Rookwood.

“In light of what Ranrok knows, you must agree our interests align.”

“Our interests will never be aligned.”

“You’d let Goblins take what’s rightfully ours? The final repository belongs to wizardkind. We would be fools not to work together.” Slowly, he walked towards you. You parted your lips to speak but could not form any words. For a minute, you truly considered what this man was saying but in the end, you shook your head in response to your own thoughts. Victor saw this gesture and with irritation he said through his teeth, “That repository is my birthright.”

“Charles Rookwood wouldn’t have wanted you near it.” You said, this time, with no hesitation. Victor menacingly chuckled while he continued to walk towards you, halting when he was only a few inches away from you.

“The arrogance. Should’ve known better than to try and reason with a child.” You clenched your fists, he had the audacity to call you arrogant? He spoke again with a low tone but still loud enough for everyone to hear, including Sebastian and Imelda, “I’ve always said, children should be seen, not heard.” All at once, your eyes widen as a small gasp escaped your lips and Sebastian broke free from Imelda’s grip—his disillusionment charm disarming. Victor Rookwood seized your arm and before Sebastian could get three steps in; you, Victor, and the Ashwinders apparated.

“Sebastian!” Imelda chased after him for the second time today, picking up your wand off the ground in the process. However, Sebastian only stopped when he reached the area you and Victor stood just moments ago. This was all Rookwood’s fault, he thought, he casted the curse Anne that unfortunate night. Not Goblins. Not Ranrok. Rookwood was the one who uttered the ridiculous, infamous phrase. And now—he has you.

Unexpectedly, Sebastian flipped around to face Imelda, causing her to flinch. Of course she’d never admit to that. He looked down at her hand and instantly recognized your wand. It felt like his blood was starting to boil as rage consumed every part of his mind, body, and soul. He couldn’t do anything for Anne and he didn’t do anything for you. Sebastian snatched the wand out of Imelda’s grip and unknowingly said aloud, “Not this time.”

[zoeykallus]

Hello Zoey! Hope all is well with you. I was just wondering if maybe you could write some Bad Batch + Rex, Fives headcannons about how they would react to having a Cyare who is headstrong, bold, and outspoken to injustice. No pressure if you can't, I still love your work!🥰

Aloha!

Nothing is well, but I'm still breathing 😋 Out of spite. Thanks for asking though.

I really like the idea! I think this could be interesting with most of them. Let me see...

The Bad Batch/Rex x Reader HCs - And Justice For All

Yes, I listened to Metallica

Hunter

He shares your quest for justice, however Hunter is more the calmer, more composed part of your team. Where you might sometimes be a bit headstrong and want to get to the righteous goal at any cost, he reminds you to stay grounded.

Hunter makes sure you don't put yourself in danger, no matter how honorable your goal.

"You have to know your limits and stay within them. You do want to achieve more than just this one goal, so you should keep your head and be strategic, it sometimes takes longer or is more difficult, but more effective in the end."

He's on your side, but doesn't always agree with you about your approach. But Hunter is good at helping you direct your energies in the right direction and keep your feet on the ground.

Echo

He has a strong sense of justice and even if he is a rather quiet guy, you both have the stubbornness in common. As a soldier, Echo has also learned that there are limits, even if he is quite willing to get his hands dirty, weighing risks and benefits, especially if you are in the game, are also part of it for him.

He is always ready to fight with you for the good cause, he also takes risks, but only conditionally. Echo is not ready to sacrifice you, no matter how good the cause you are fighting for is. He knows how stubborn and risky you are, actually he is too, but when your life might be in danger, he resists.

The two of you can talk fierily about topics that matter to you, and hours can go by. You two will never get bored.

Wrecker

Oh dear. Chaos is inevitable here. Wrecker is an energetic person who likes to be carried away by people with your qualities. He always covers your back, he is extremely willing to take risks, which can be dangerous for both of you. Because your stubbornness and willingness to take risks, meet with his and as a concentrated charge tempts you not infrequently to dangerous maneuvers on the way to the just goal.

It is quite possible that close friends from the outside will try to influence you, especially people like Hunter or Echo.

"You're going to get yourselves killed if you keep this up," Hunter says sternly, and Echo agrees, "No matter how righteous your goal, no one benefits if you get killed on the way there."

Tech

He is brave, but also very clever and logical. If you want to rush head over heels into a fight for justice, you can count on him slowing you down first, reminding you that there are other ways. Tech does not do this to stop you, but to give you at least three alternative, less dangerous but at least twice as effective suggestions.

Of course, he tries to talk you out of your stubborn, dangerous ideas, as your partner he is worried about you and wants you to be safe. But he also knows that he can't change your quest for justice, he doesn't want to, he just wishes your approach would be more thoughtful.

No matter what you decide, he will not abandon you, even if you continue your stubborn plan, he will cover your back, even if he knows that he and you are in danger. Before he lets you go alone, he will always be by your side and bear the risk with you.

Crosshair

Of course, he also has a certain sense of justice, but Crosshair does not like to interfere in the affairs of others. If it were up to him, he would stay out of everything, but now you are at his side, and you can't stand any injustices you see, even if they don't affect you personally.

On top of that, you're stubborn and willing to take risks. You regularly see his eye roll, Crosshair is often annoyed by how stubborn, fiery and hard-headed you are about getting your way and helping everyone you meet.

"We can't take responsibility for every living thing in this damn galaxy".

Of course, he still helps you out, though you have to listen to a grumble or two. Actually, Crosshair only interferes in other matters when he inevitably gets involved in them, he wouldn't do that on his own. Through you, though, he doesn't have much choice, he won't let you go off on your own and risk your head.

"Found another new quest to throw yourself into? Can't leave you alone for five minutes, kitten."

Rex

Dutiful, full of sense of honor, brave and clever. You could hardly have a better partner. Rex is always ready to fight for a just cause and with his experience as a soldier he is the perfect back up.

He's not above getting his hands dirty, but he's also smart and a good strategist. Rex won't let you go headlong into danger and no matter how stubborn you are, Rex is more stubborn. He will always help you achieve the right goal, but never at the expense of your well-being or even your life.

He does the right thing because it is just that, the right thing. However, Rex does not like to be the center of attention, after work is done he retreats quickly if possible, and if possible together with you.

In Rex, you have not only a sacrificial, loving partner, but also an absolutely reliable, loyal comrade-in-arms who shares your desire for justice.

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[thetombedspirit]

So, I just finished the main story of Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora - WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD!

First off, I want to talk about the cons of the game before jumping into the pros, but to be honest with ya, the cons are few and far in between and were more about personal preference then the performance of the game itself.

For starters:

1. The Glitches - Like literally, during a few quests, there will be some dialogue, but it'll randomly cut out with the excuse that enemies are near by, when that is absolutely not the case. It was only so bad that I had to exit to the main menu and then get back on in order for it to fix, so this was minor in comparison to other glitches like falling through the map randomly (which happened to me once during my play through of Far Cry 4 :p)

2. The Language - This is just a little peeve of mine, but I wish that the Na'vi, at least when talking amongst themselves and to us, spoke in Na'vi. Like, if Ubisoft could record a whole 'nother language for Far Cry Primal, they could have done it here. And I also wish that the animals, especially the Palulukan, were referred to by it's Na'vi names rather then human names.

3. The Main Character's Name - This is minor really, but I don't like how we are not given a name. Like, I get that it's fun coming up with names for our original character, but it's a bit isolating to only be referred to as 'the Sarentu'.

Not only does it make it seem like our identity as a member of a respected clan matters more then our identity as our own complex individual, but it feels weird when you read notes and listen to audio logs about the other Sarentu kids and not one thing about us, especially when Alma talks about how they're acclimation to life in the Resistance. Like how we're developing doesn't matter at all in comparison to how Ri'nela is coming into the role of leader and Tsahìk.

Not even a mention of our relation to Aha'ri when she writes about her murder and how it could be affecting us.

Like, just a gender-neutral name to tie things in, like Dani in Far Cry 6, would go a long way to make our character feel like a part of the story and not just a nameless side character doing all the hard work, like the Rookie from Far Cry 5.

4. The Villain - This is more of a 'meh' thing for me. Like yeah, Mercer was an asshole, but again, pulling from Far Cry here, who had amazing, complex villains like Vaas Montenegro or Pagan Min, and what we get is... a entitled, racist narcissist whose barely there, and therefore we get zero from this guy. He was more annoying then anything, like literally every time he talk, my eyes rolled into the back of my skull.

Like, could you imagine if AFOP made Mercer like Pagan Min, the tyrant king of Kyrat who had a relationship with Ajay Ghale's mother to the point where he was sympathetic to the loss of his mother. Pagan Min would just randomly call Ajay on his radio like an eccentric father-figure, and in two endings of the game, he'll actually help you out, taking you to Lakshamana so that you can place your mother's ashes beside her, just like she wanted, which is very generous considering that in one of those endings, it's after you lead a massive rebellion right to his door-step, taking out his generals and so-on! (Pagan is my favourite Far Cry villain is you haven't figured that, Vaas is a close second)

If you gave Mercer that kind of depth, then maybe you can actually understand why Teylan would believe Mercer wouldn't hurt anybody when he gave the location of the Resistance Base away.

Harding as well was mediocre. Just a hard-as-nails general that's running a pouching operation on the side. Like, if you made her even a fraction of insane like you did Vaas, I could actually be into it.

So anyway, on to the pros!

1. The Gameplay - I know people moaned about the mechanics being too similar to Far Cry, but honestly, that was what drew me to it when I first saw the trailer for it! Far Cry is my favourite first-person shooter franchise (Far Cry 4 and Far Cry Primal being my favourites). The crafting of weapons, the hunting for food, skins and ingredients and the little things what made it unique was amazing to me,

The hunting was a pain, because half the time (for me anyway) I could almost never get a clean kill for the smaller or quick-moving animals, but I think it was done super well. When you hit an animal in the old Far Cry games, they either just drop dead or run away and bleed out quietly. But here, when it's an unclean kill, the animal squirms and writhes in pain before succumbing to it's wounds, really driving in the whole point of the Na'vi way of life (that's how I saw it anyway).

And the Memory Paintings, though tedious at most times, was another fun and unique mechanic to the game and felt very Na'vi to me and I enjoyed concentrating on them all and hearing the MC's interpretations of the Memory Paintings and the Sarentu Totems.

And the moments when you're flying on your Ikran or Pa'li made me feel like I was in an RPG, like Horizon, so that was a nice little touch. It was like they mashed two of my favorite games into one.

And in the end, it's not the gameplay that makes me play the game. It's the story.

2. The Harmful Effects of the RDA - There was not a minute within this story where it's quests and stories didn't resonate with me.

How the Kinglor of the Aranahe forest was displaced by the RDA's actions, giving us a Yellowstone situation where a key member of the ecosystem was being pushed out and it was causing all sorts of problems for the local flora and fauna.

The aforementioned poaching in Zeswa territory, where the Zakru were being hunted and killed for their tusks and how even their long deceased skeletons were being pilfered, very similar to elephant and rhino poaching, especially as Zakru are sacred animals to the Zeswa.

And then the Yavä, the green fog that brought sickness to the Kame'tire, something that happened, by the way, because the RDA disposed of the Sarentu's bodies by using caustic chemicals!!! (like, what the FUCK, Alma!) but anyway, is very reminiscent to the diseases that European settlers brought in to the native populace, who never had to build up immune systems for it and suffered because of it.

What I'm getting at here, is how big of a problem the RDA is, not just for going to war with Jake and the Omaticaya, but also by causing the exact same problems that people did on Earth and are still doing to Earth. In so many, seemingly innocuous way, the RDA are negatively effecting the ecosystem, the wildlife and the locals in their pursuit of a paycheck that, realistically, would never be able to use until they get off planet, and that is if they don't die on an alien moon because of all those problems.

3. The Efforts of the Resistance

Every time I got to talk with the Resistance members was a highlight for me. I truly do not understand how some people don't like Priya. I found her adorable, and she gave me Penelope Garcia vibes from Criminal Minds. And her budding romance with Resistance Pilot Anqa, whose history with incursion on her desert homeland inspired her to take action against the RDA.

Or Hajir's regrets for playing part in the Severeds origins, concluding how they are in a constant state of anger and sadness.

Or Billy, who break-dances as he's helping you escape imprisonment, before sacrificing himself to save what's left of the Resistance.

And then there's the Na'vi Clans that I just loved and each and every one of it's characters had me giddy. The playful old grandmother in Nefika and her immediate action to take us in and show us around the Hometree, the Zeswa sisters and their rightous anger over the poaching, the eccentricities of Okul and their faith in the Kame'tire's tradtions.

Honestly I could go on and on about every single character in this game. Nalin and her tentative offer to fill in the void of mother during the party, the Burden Carrier and the Milk Crafter who got drunk off their ass, saying the zakru can fly while we're trying to warn them of impending danger and Mosaka, who not only gave our clan's location away to the RDA, but used their deaths to manipulate his way into power and control over the clan by framing Anufi for their demise. (BTW, fuck you Mosaka)

That's all I got for now, but once the DLCs come in, I am defiantly playing through the whole game again and I may come back to this post with an update when that happens, along with my stance on said DLCs.

So, hope your all having a good day and buh-bye!

[misschizuchi]

What would your Durge be like if they were a recruitable companion?

Durga has taken on the image of a very caring person, but this is a façade necessary in order to ingratiate herself. Getting people to like her is her talent (and she doesn't even use sex for that). She is a good listener, will bring you soup, cover you with a blanket, hold your hand if necessary. Since we are talking about her as a companion, her level of bloodlust and ability to resist her urges depends on the level of approval and thus falls on the shoulders of the player. But there is no doubt that during the first act she would have demonstrated herself as a balanced and endearing woman. In the second act, most likely, she could secretly commit several murders and very convincingly lie about them with a charming smile on her lips. You might have to pretend to believe her or catch her in a lie, but genuinely support her bloodlust in order to start an affair with her.

Even if you are unlikely to ever get a declaration of love from her, her game of being a caring girlfriend has every chance of developing into sincere feelings. In this case, she will most likely despise everyone except the player character, who will have to regularly watch her swing between the best girl in the world and the threateningly bloodthirsty possessiveness.

Obviously, the Moon Towers will be the source of many finds for Durga on her personal quest, even though by that point she would barely understand what any of these finds mean. I imagine there is a set of clothes there that fits her perfectly. The game mechanics of course wouldn't allow this outfit to be unique, so maybe there would be some reference to her appearance in the description, Idk.

The closer the third act gets, the more attracted she will be to the idea of taking control of the cult. However, unlike Astarion, at some point she would honestly admit that she could try to do this regardless of the player's opinion: "with or without you." Since I'm with those who would like to see more flashbacks of Durge in the game, I will say that Durga as companion would make many vague comments about Baldur's Gate quite often in the third act even before she gets to Gortash's ceremony. About posters, about sentries, about places and buildings, blood streams running through the streets and dark alleys which might or might not have secret passages in them.

As much as I would like to connect the main choice in the final part of her quest with Gortash, of course, it should be associated with the Temple of Bhaal. However, it’s easy for me to imagine that she, as the opposition to Karlach, will be entirely in favor of an alliance with Gortash and sparing his life.

...that's all I can think of at the moment.

P.S. Maybe you can catch her praying to Bhaal in Stormshore Tabernacle.

[wondereads]

Review of The Absinthe Underground by Jamie Pacton

Summary

Sybil and Esme are best friends, roommates, and maybe a little bit more. They are also poster thieves, though Esme only reluctantly plays lookout. One night, they are caught by Maeve, the owner of the Absinthe Underground, the premier nightclub in the 1920s-inspired city of Severon, and she offers them a deal; the funds to do anything they want with their lives in exchange for stealing the jewels of the Moonshadow Queen, Mab. And who could resist such an offer?

Plot 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Unfortunately, the plot of this book, while it boasts an intriguing presence and beautiful setting, is very rushed and never really takes the time to build tension. Throughout the book, Sybil and Esme must steal three items to then help them steal Mab's jewels. There's a lot of potential for each of these heists to be a clever, hair-raising scenes, but each of them lasts maybe five pages each. While Sybil is portrayed as a daredevil poster thief, she definitely doesn't have the skill set for these high security heists, and Esme absolutely doesn't. They get through these situations far too easily, and it causes the tension to fall flat.

The worlds of Severon and Fae are very aesthetically pleasing, and there's nothing really major excluded in terms of worldbuilding. However, there are some questions I just generally wish were answered, like some things concerning Sybil's family and what the actual power of the jewels is; if there is anything.

Characters 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

The characters are definitely the saving grace of this story. Esme and Sybil have greatly distinctive personalities and pretty decent development. Esme in particular learns to stand up for herself, and their relationship, even just platonically, grows a lot. Despite the lack of plot tension, there is good romantic tension, and the romance is very cute. It was probably the most enjoyable part of the book for me.

There is also a good side romance and some good side characters, but I will say that there are some side characters that really aren't well developed. Their personalities are flat, and their motivations seem to be curated just for the main characters to have aid in their quest.

Writing Style 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I'd say the writing for this book is pretty average for a YA novel. The descriptions of Severon really hit that 1920s, art noveau aesthetic, and, like I mentioned, there are quite a few scenes with some good romantic tension. Unfortunately, there is a general issue with telling instead of showing, especially concerning the main characters' thought process. There are many times when the characters explicitly explain why they think something or their reasoning for doing something instead of trusting the reader to draw their own conclusions.

Also, as I discussed in the plot section, the pacing is way too fast in this book. I don't often say this about a book, but it needs an extra 100 pages or so. The story would benefit so much from being taken more slowly, getting more spread out, especially the individual heists.

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Unfortunately, I was a little disappointed by this book. It has a great premise, the aesthetics really come through, and it's got a cute sapphic romance. The execution falls short with just the lack of space for the story. Things happen far too quickly when there are many scenes that really need space to breathe. It affects the tension and doesn't give much room for the side characters to show their personalities. The writing tends to tell instead of show, which may contribute to the rushed nature of this book. This book could have been quite good, but it ends up being somewhat mediocre.

The Author

Jamie Pacton: American, also wrote The Vermilion Emporium and The Life and (Medieval) Times of Kit Sweetly

The Reviewer

Hi, I'm Rose, this is my blog, Wondereads, and I review, discuss, and recommend books! You can check out my pinned post for more info :)

[omgkalyppso]

WIP Whenever

Finished Astarion's personal quest last night and have started a WIP to do it my way. Spoilers below the cut. And 2k words. I just couldn't wait to share this with whoever.

warnings for gore and maybe unreality and regular vampire behaviour

I want Astarion to become a vampire. I want the Szarr Siblings to devour Cazador. I thought that Mephistopheles should have shown up OR Raphael and that this would have been a good moment to get the player to doubt Raphael as a liar and actually have been the source of Cazador's information. But instead of having either of them show up, because I haven't beat the game and might still like Raphael at the end, I am instead throwing Kanchelsis (god of vampires, located in the Abyss) into the mix. I want to write Astarion stabbing (and biting) Cazador in preface to this, I need to correct the writing I'm about to share, and probably add a bunch of like Perspectives, maybe. And I want Étoile and Astarion to talk about / argue about vampirism.

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“Is… Is it over?”

Dalyria's gentle voice washed over Astarion, shaming him in his grief. Quickly and quietly he yearned for her death so that he could be alone with his pain, even despite knowing she shared it. He hissed through his teeth, catching his breath as he resisted shoving his fingers into the holes the dagger had wrought through Cazador's chest.

Was it over? Would he ever be sure?

“No.”

Astarion grimaced as he watched his siblings approach. His head flickered away from them and back, unable to stand the sight, unable to deny them absolution. Gravely, he declared as he stood, “Drink from him. If you like, if you can.”

Pale Petras was racing forward as if unleashed by the offer. Leon and Violet shared a pained glance. Yet all descended upon Cazador like ravenous wolves— like a hoard of vampires, as Astarion continued to speak half under his breath, half delirious in shock.

“Just a mouthful. Just a drop. Before— Before he rots and curdles like his affection. Before he grows to ash like his fucking mendacious promises. Drink, as he would drink from you.”

While his companions looked on in horror and curiosity, Astarion watched unseeing, disassociating from the impossible sight of Cazador laid low.

Angry, desperate clawing hands tore flesh and clothing as the vampire spawn fought to devour their late Master. Their fingers twisted in his broken body, in his eyes and in his innards, cruelly grasping for a fraction of the euphoric vengeance that their brother Astarion, had managed to claim only moments ago.

Étoile wished to reach out, to touch Astarion and to reassure him, but didn’t want to demean him in front of his rivals and siblings. They were still unclear about the culture of strength among vampires, and what were displays weakness, and when those displays were acceptable. The thought that they must have all consumed worse than a vampire-lord-a-few-moments-dead flipped around in Étoile’s stomach, numbing them to the grotesquery on display.

It was subtle at first, but steadily neither the vampire spawn nor the adventurers could ignore that the overpowering smell of blood and death, was being overtaken by the scent of sulfur. It was sharp and jarring and repugnant, and soon all eyes were being cast around in fear as the vampire spawn released the gore that had been Cazador.

Fires leaped around the edge of the ritual platform, and as the vampire spawn retreated further from the flames, Cazador’s corpse burst into radiant orange as well.

“Mephistopheles?” Étoile wondered aloud.

“Shit,” Astarion cursed in answer. Instantly he felt returned to himself, made sensate by the threat of infernal retribution. He looked to Aurelia and explained, “It is from the Archdevil that Cazador learned of the ritual. Perhaps it was to him that the sacrifices were intended to—”

As quickly as they’d roared to life, the fires quieted to nothing, sputtering into air and ether. The atmosphere rang with emptiness, beyond the squelched flames; not Silenced magically, but muffled as if by the will of the profane.

All who were present felt their ears pop and their perception twist, as a ghoulish miasma instantly filled the space and cast everything in a pale silver glow.

If a portal phased in and out of the plane before them, it was for the heartbeat of a second, in a flash of darkness and horror. It felt to Lae’zel like looking into the darkness between the stars. It felt to Wyll like looking beneath a bed, and somehow knowing you were looking into the endless maw of a monstrosity. To Étoile, it felt like looking up from within a well, with no hope of rescue. Astarion however, saw in the emptiness what he had always felt in Cazador’s gaze. The familiarity of the sensation did not ease its discomfort.

Whether the sign of the figure’s arrival was real or imagined or beyond their ken, now a man stood before them. The miasma had not faded with the flash of darkness, and it blurred and distorted the man’s edges. It spread his smile a little too wide, perverted his stature so that his height was impossible to discern, and warped the reds of his eyes so they drew one in like the flame to a moth. He was beautiful, with curled ears and long silver hair bound and impeccably imperfect, with strands loosened and caught in his braid. Some strands framed his elegant and unsettling visage, like flowers upon a grave, or the crimson stripes on the deadliest spiders.

Étoile felt their soul quiver in peril. They knew him for what he was, and so had lost their tongue to speak it.

The stranger turned his gaze on Astarion and Astarion’s desire to consume filled him like no emptiness he’d ever felt before. He could weep and bowl over and bite and beg. It disgusted him, triply so when the stranger smiled, and the sweetest release of vampiric hunger rushed his senses though no blood passed his lips.

Astarion barely had time to process that the stranger was lauding him.

“Astute, my young vampire.” His eyes drifted across into the darkness upon nothing or presences unseen, and Astarion held his throat warily as the stranger spoke on, “The souls of seven thousand and seven vampire spawn, promised to the Archdevil Mephistopheles to fuel the birth of a Vampire Ascendant.”

The stranger’s gaze drifted over each of the vampire spawn before him, and the others cringed as Pale Petras whimpered, “Please.”

Unperturbed, the stranger said with finality, “Souls which are rightly mine. For exultation. For condemnation. For apotheosis.” He raised a hand and all attention shifted from his gaze, bringing a smile to the stranger’s lips. “You need not worship me, and I will be your God regardless.” His slender fingers had the vampire spawn transfixed, but this sentence broke the attention of the others, watching nervously as this being of riveting power teased his audience with the promise of touch. “Your souls do not belong to the Hells.”

With a grimace, the stranger folded his arms together and declared, “Though they did belong to Cazador, for a time. No longer. A relief I’m sure, and a boon to me now that you are not bound for another plane. This is where you belong. Your longing, your power, your hunger. All fuel me, your Lord Kanchelsis.”

As he sucked in a nervous breath, Astarion recalled all he knew of the god of vampires — or rather, as he quickly recalled, the demi-god who claimed dominion over vampires. Kanchelsis was once a vampire risen to the level of a god, and with that in mind Astarion wondered how close a Vampire Ascendant would be to Kanchelsis’ power, which radiated off of him, and whether this influenced The Rake’s gratitude in their halting of the ritual.

Could he have been a God, if the moment hadn’t passed? Could he still?

“I know you only as Cazador’s spawn, Patricide.”

Kanchelsis did not phrase it as a question, and nor was it a command which compelled Astarion to speak, but the demi-god’s meaning was not lost to him, and there was no fight left in him after Cazador’s defeat. No more fight than a fleeting reactionary expression of disgust towards being equated to Cazador’s son and creation.

“I am Astarion,” he said, tight lipped and unyielding. With a grimace, Astarion realized that no amount of instinctual reverence could force him to address Kanchelsis with respect — not ‘my lord,’ nor by title. He would not trade one master for another.

“Astarion,” Kanchelsis repeated, slowly, as if committing it to some great memory. More than that a body such as this could hold. Then Kanchelsis tilted his head and smiled again, and Astarion felt some of his siblings dare once more to breathe.

“You’ve done well with them,” Kanchelsis declared, and despite the cryptic nature of the statement, Astarion’s posture tightened for fear of Étoile, the fool Oathbreaker Paladin who stood not ten feet away, but if Kanchelsis’ gaze found Étoile it was transitory, as the lord of vampires continued to admire the grizzly tableau that had been Cazador’s ritual.

“When I go,” Kanchelsis said to Astarion, “I will take knowledge of the ritual with me. For your part in putting it back into obscurity, I will offer you a boon. Not for you to demand, of course, but for you to deny if it does not suit you. The ability to sustain yourself on the denizens of the Nine Hells. To command them with no more difficulty than the average person. You have already made an enemy of Mephistopheles, and it is only by my power that he has not come now. One day, whether the next, or in ten thousand, he will find you for this. The power I offer will not save you, but… It may have its uses, by then.”

“A boon?” Astarion confirmed. “Not a trade or a … an accord?”

“If it was ever such an exchange, as I say, you have completed your side of the pact,” Kanchelsis agreed, amused.

Astarion’s gaze drifted to the earth for a moment, considering. He asked, “And I would still be able to drink mortal blood? There isn’t exactly an infernal invasion on which to gorge myself.”

“Yes,” Kanchelsis said, dark and eager. “You are a vampire now Astarion, or will be, after a rest. No longer a spawn after drinking of your former Master.” His unholy eyes shone with promise and Astarion swallowed his discomfort. “You may drink, and turn, and ruin as many men, women and children as the Material Plane can house. It is only through this that we are joined. Only by this that I might empower you.”

“Then yes,” Astarion conceded, leaning forward in his unexpected enthusiasm, nearly falling forward in his exhaustion. “This sounds … most agreeable.”

Besides Mephistopheles, Astarion wondered about Karlach’s warning of Raphael, and more, any time spent with his companions was almost guaranteed to drag them closer to Zariel and the rest of the Hells. Kanchelsis was at least correct in his assertion that the Infernal Realms were no place for a vampire. A vampire. He was…

After so long, he was soon to have the powers that Cazador flaunted by his very being. He could … accomplish so much. Rival the Absolute, not in concept but in power, raising the dead and the inept in masses to fight this cult for the city of Baldur’s Gate, for control. Only, there was no time to amass power of that nature, and no means to control what could otherwise have been seven-thousand soldiers at his command from Cazador’s dungeons.

Astarion was pulled from his thoughts as Kanchelsis stretched the nail at the end of his index finger across the length of its twin on his opposite hand. Astarion scoffed, realizing that even with their gods, that everything to do with vampires was in the blood.

He hazarded a look to his companions and found them too contemplative, and with nothing of their horror from earlier. It was vindicating that even the ultimate of his kind, the vampire lord Kanchelsis, was less abhorrent than Cazador had been.

Kanchelsis rolled the side of his finger over the side of Astarion’s already bloodied lips, blooming a new, inescapable sensation over his person as he licked his lips, accepting the droplet and the boon. It was exactly what it was. Drinking the blood of some unholy god. Not that Astarion was fool enough to believe he could survive the drinking of the blood of a holy god. Lathander at least would render him to ash.

“Exquisite,” Kanchelsis declared, and Astarion couldn’t tell whether he was being complimented or if there had been some other aspect of their exchange that Kanchelsis was commenting upon.

With a wave of his hand Kanchelsis called upon Cazador’s dungeon, expunging its secrets and siphoning its magic. Runes, increasingly hard to decipher, floated and danced around Kanchelsis’ bloodied fingers, but his expression remained impassive as he left his audience with a parting credo, “In Darkness. In Blood. In Glory.”