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pursuitseternal · 8 months

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“The Fourth Day” of Bats, Blood, and Mirror Smut in “Antics of the Newly Ascended”

Ascended Astarion x Reader |E| 2.3K of Batstarion and Self-indulgent mirror sex

Summary: He’s late to arrive back, and then you hear… scratching at your window. Bat nibbles and head scritches quickly shift into other sensual indulgences. Ones that allow him to experience other benefits to his ascension… and to your own pleasure.

CW: “Right Hand” puns, Batstarion bites, cunilingus, mirror sex, Extra Emphatic performance from the Ascendant cause he likes the way he looks, “oh yes, I see what all the fuss is about”

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You lay in your bed, tossing and turning. Waiting for Astarion to return. The camp needed supplies—potions and scrolls and armor. And it was Astarion’s turn to go fetch, even as he had grumbled how beneath him it was as the Ascendant.

Of course, Wyll had only laughed all the harder, shoving the purse of coin in his pale hands and slamming the door on his ass. The goods had been sent ahead by a maid from the Elfsong’s tavern, the Ascendant adding in the message delivered along with the bundle that he would return anon, once he deemed his presence sufficiently missed.

That was hours ago… Now even sleep sounded good. Long, lonely sleep. With him somewhere out there in the dark of night.

Your stomach swirls, knowing he is powerful, knowing he is experienced in how to care for himself, but… you have so many enemies now. So many assassins and monsters and soldiers. The list of beings that wanted you dead seems to grow ever bigger.

He shouldn’t have gone alone.

Stupid, arrogant, exalted idiot.

Every sound in the tavern, every creak on every floor reaches your ears. And it’s not your heightened vampiric senses.

You’re worried. For as much as he preens and postures and bites and drinks, you can see it plainly with your eyes and your heart. You see what others can’t since his Ascension.

He’s still just the same, poor at planning, smooth brained rogue. Good with his hands, silken with his words, bad at anything to do with plots or logic or calculations or…

A soft scritch scratch at the window made you sit up from your good- humored, condescending musings.

Something… big… rests against the panes of glass. You look closer. Something largish and fluffy and… white.

“My dear consort, let me in…” he speaks in that way that caresses your mind with his own.

“You have got to be kidding, Astarion. Are you stuck again…”

“No, not stuck. I am positively famished. I need to rest, to feed, before I can use my magic to return to the handsome body you know and crave and worship….”

“Pfft,” you roll your eyes. “So you need help, is that it… mighty Vampire Ascendant?”

“You wound me, my darling…. My treasure…” he flaps against the glass again. His little claws scratch so hard as he grows clearly more and more agitated. “My right hand…” he purrs so silkenly.

You cross from the bed, your body naked as you stroll so slowly towards his blurred shadow on the other side of that pane. “It’s funny, my love, that night you offered me this…” you pause to flourish your hand the same way he had, “gift of immortality… I didn’t realize by your Right Hand, you meant things so literally.”

That made him flutter harder and bang his little bat feet against the window. “I swear when I do get in there… when I do finally feed and shift back… I’ll make that right hand do so much more for me than opening this fucking window….”

You laugh…. So adorable. So dramatic and ridiculous. So… him. “You should see yourself, my love. I suppose II would miss you if I should leave you so… indisposed.”

You cackle, reaching for that handle. The instant a gap was big enough, he flapped his way inside. Circling on his beautiful, membranous wings, you feel the wind brush your hair away before he lands on the back of your shoulder. His itty, bitty fingers hook onto the crest of your back, the only warning you get before you feel his small razor fangs bite into your neck.

So much smaller than normal, you gasp in surprise more at the sensation of warm fur on your skin. His little claws hook tightly, and his quiet breath snuffles beneath your ear as he drinks. You reach your hand around, his little ears twitching as you blindly brush them, scratching one finger in that small space at the top of his head. His mouth still contentedly suckles on your blood.

Tingles of magic wash down your back, and suddenly your hand raises with the top of his head, that silken mess of curls wrapped around your finger. Lips replace bat teeth, the wide span of his warm tongue swirls lazily over the teeny marks he’s left.

“Now… about that defiant, rebellious right hand of yours,” he rasps against the sensitive spot behind your ear.

“Oh…. This little thing?” you taunt, wickedly, childishly, gripping that bulge between his legs from behind you. The “oof” that comes from his smirking mouth is music to your ears. You spin smoothly, pivoting your grip on his cock, and you give it just a few hard strokes to make it harden under your touch.

It doesn’t take much. It never has. He bucks against your palm. One of his elegant, long-fingered hands clutches underneath your chin, dragging your lips for him to consume. You taste the blood on his tongue, feel his hunger mixed with yearning. The way his tongue dances with yours hides nothing of the want you were so quick to incite in him.

You lose your breath as he shoves you against the wall. Moonlight floods from behind him, his sharpened face barely lit in the shadow. But those curls, ravaged by the winds of flying, mussed from his shifting, those silver-white curls sit like a halo in the pale light. Left hand closing around your right, he presses it against the wall, a silent command to hold still. Very still.

A single kiss on your lips, a rakish arch to his brow, and he drops to his knees. His hands force your leg over his shoulder so quickly, you have to grip that wall behind you, caught only by the way he shoves his shoulder under your thigh. His face already presses hard into your mound, fingers already prying your folds wide for his tongue to lap. Careful, you use your left hand to comb through his curls, riding the circling of his head as he licks through your seam.

The same sort of little noises come from between your thighs, little low hums of feeding, muffled grunts amidst the wet suck of his tongue on your clit. Your hips buck, catching on his nose, his hands keeping that new angle for him to push deeper into that wet.

You pound your right hand into the wall, a closed fist, and your legs shake. He drives you closer and closer, pools of heat and lightning racing to your belly and down your nerves. He laughs into your cunt, fingers slipping into your channel from somewhere below your ass. You can’t see, can only feel that rhythmic lap and suck of his perfect tongue and thick smirking lips. But those fingers crook hard to catch your spot, that itch he knows how to scratch and make you shatter.

You pant, riding the brush of his nose on your clit and the suck of his tongue as he devours you even in climax.

“Fuck me…” you groan, head smacking against the wall as you raise your hips even higher. His hands hold you firm, even as your legs twitch and threaten to go boneless in your orgasm.

“Oh yes, darling, I am about to do just that,” he stands to rasp into your ear. “You did say… if only I could see myself… a delightful suggestion, my pet. Come now,” he purrs, “but you will only use those defiant hands of yours as I see fit. And…”

He flips you around, drags you across the room to the corner, until you’re staring at your own reflection. The simple wooden-framed mirror shows every pale line of your bodies as one. You can barely tell where your soft curves melt into the edges of every hardened rise of him behind you in the moonlight. “…you’re going to watch ever little way I fuck you…”

“You mean you’re going to watch every little way you fuck…”

His hand reaches from behind you, clawing around your mouth and twisting to bring your ear against his smirking lips. His crimson eyes lock into yours in that reflection, a matching color. “Well, it was your suggestion, my love, since we both have been given such a gift. And I haven’t yet seen how ruinous I am in this process…”

“Tch,” you suck your teeth, a humored and condescending shake of your head. “Fine… it is a sight to behold. And after all, these days are about you discovering yourself, indulging in your powers.”

“And I’m so grateful it’s you who enables my indulgences, my darling,” his silken voice croons. His tongue visibly sticks out to run that warm, wet pad up the curve of your ear.

His gaze watches yours flutter, your body shivering involuntarily as you want more. “Bend,” he growls into those little circles and folds of your ear. His grip fastens on your wrist, making you reach for the wall beside you, turning you sideways to that shimmering mirror glass. You look through the messy curtain of your hair, watching in that reflection as his hand smooths down the vertebrae of your spine, his other grips and pumps his cock. That hard, veined length dripping onto the floor, twitching relentlessly as he catches your eye with a wicked grin.

“You keep those insolent hands where I can see them, darling, and you… will… watch me.” His voice drops into a deep-throated growl, his head cocked back, hips bucking into his fist. Even as he clutches the cheek of your ass, his sharp nails finding purchase, drawing blood to the surface as he marks you.

His. Forever.

Fingers leave your skin, pulling back that long, tousled mess of your hair so you can obey him.

So you can watch.

Watch as he lines himself up with your entrance, watch as he drags that blunted tip, forcefully and slowly back and forth through your slick. Watch as his hand beats his shaft against your folds, smearing your arousal up and down his velvety smooth skin as he does so.

It’s… burning in your belly, the way he’s licking his lips, stare alternating between watching his body in the mirror and your eyes drinking in his every sensual stroke.

You can’t look away, watching him shut his eyes, head thrown back in pleasure, arching as he sheathes himself until you feel that brush of his balls against you. You want to shudder and hang your head, instantly filled and throbbing and so… very… full.

“Don’t you disobey me, pet,” he hisses. “Best keep watching, or else…” Eyes still shut, he groans in deep delight as he pulls out once more only to grip your hips and shove inside again.

Deeper. Harder. More punishing. Fangs bared, he smirks down to watch his perfect shaft entering you, a slow beating rhythm to the snaps of his hips. Every little ripple of muscles in his body, you get drunk on the sight of him. Even that slight gleaming slick on his cock that you see, that base of his shaft as it glistens before it disappears to ram you full again. It makes your mouth water.

He picks up the pace now, your body so warm and wet from how he pleasured you. He smiles at himself, tilting his head back towards the mirror. You can feel it, the extra undulations of his body, a little extra shove, a little harder buck of his hips to make your ass slap hard on his body.

A performance of pleasure just for him.

Deep, subtle pants leave his gaping mouth with each thrust, his eyes watching the way his own flawless, ruinous body clenches as he fucks. Every tweak of his abs, every clench of his ass, you can see his eyes dart in the mirror to savor the sight.

You laugh, well, barely laugh. As breathless as you are, riding every pummel into your cunt, you manage to speak. “Careful, or I’ll have to get a blindfold if you can’t stop watching yourself…”

“Oh darling, I finally see what all the fuss is about,” he pants between his words. And you hear it, that edge to his voice, reckless and uncontrolled. His words catch in his throat just as stilted as his thrusts become.

Hard and random and rough.

Your cervix grows numb, your channel walls so swollen, so hot. Pounded over and over again until he finally groans and folds over you. Arms yank you back against him by your hips, slamming your body against his wild bucks. You watch that magnificent reflection as he unravels, how his knees buckle as he comes.

How his seed spills so hard from his cock deep inside you, it’s already dripping to the floor at your feet. The sight of sweating pale skin and undulating muscles bent over for you… you shatter too. And it makes another groan, a whimper come from where he’s laid his head on your back, just below your shoulder blades. Your walls milk him of every last drop, your own arousal joining the mess on the floor beneath your feet.

Breathless, your arms shake, still extended towards the wall. A naughty grin on your mouth as he looks at your lust-hazed eyes and tousled hair. His face is a matching set of post-coital mess and beauty.

You reach that right hand of yours between your legs, slowly, delicately teasing over your own slick clit, drenched in both your cum. Stroking further to brush the soaked base of his cock that is still buried inside you, he nips into the skin of your back, not hard enough to break the skin.

Just enough to make you look again in that mirror.

“Your right hand is forgiven… I’ll allow it…” he purrs one more time.

His crimson gaze still looks hazy and dunk on that sight of you coupled. And you wonder if he will ever let you stand.

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nondualiber · 7 months

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Hiii there ! I want to manifiest my ideal appereance just looking like a ditto copy paste of her . I watched & search '"how to manifiest physical appearance " in YouTube , pinterest and many other app I also tried to live in the end but I wavered soo many times

I get so many negative thoughts, one day I decided to persist and live in the end and it was going nice After that when I saw my face in the 🪞 it was still the same🙃 and again I get discouraged . And this series is continuing for six months 🙂 ........ I am confused what to do how to get it?

hi anon ♡, if there's anything you're doing wrong, it's probably searching for validation in the 3D. the 3D follows, it does not precede. when you look at the mirror and your desired face is not there, go back to reality (imagination) and keep persisting. remember this!:

1. decide you're the person who has their desired face (in the 4D)

2. persist! when you're discouraged, don't pay attention to the 3D. if you want to, you can visualize or affirm, just don't give the 3d validation

3. watch the magic~~

#4d reality #affirm and persist #it girl #law of assumption #law of attraction #loablr #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #shifting #loa blog

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thisblogwilleatourselves · 7 days

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mirror anon works. and no worries, i also enjoy rambling about plurality.

to preface: there really isn't a right or wrong way to be plural. every system has their own answers for these questions, and having a different one from others doesn't make you wrong or less of a system. my answers come from our personal perspective as a cisplural system who had to do a lot of faking it before any of it started to make sense.

you don't need to feel like "separate people" straight off the bat - or at all. in addition, systems where only the core fronts are not uncommon and are still systems. if it's more comfortable and less privacy-invading to think of your headmates as different versions of or pieces of you, that's perfectly valid. you may have more luck working on talking to them internally or through a proxy like discord or simplyplural chat at first rather than having them front. we just personally found the opposite easier, for our own internal structure reasons.

you don't need to lie or erase your previous explaination of reality. if you want to, go ahead - but i've found it's easier to go with the path of least resistence on these things. you can just frame it as "realizing that you're a system." even cisDID systems go through long periods of denial and repression, so it's not at all unreasonable to "suddenly" become a system.

flailing around is fine too. it's really more of a vibes thing, really. if one headmate is supposed to be more cheerful, acting more cheerful. if one is supposed to like a certain food or hobby or something, indulging in that when they're front and avoiding it when they're not. etc. even that can be overcomplicating it - changing your icon or using a typing quirk or such are all effective tactics as well. it's really just whatever helps you&.

to be blunt: from our perspective, with everything you've already said, you are already plural. more on the median side, but there's nothing lesser about that. if you'd prefer to be more separate, or have more of you, that's an option, but you don't need to distance yourself from the label because you don't have those things yet. try out different things and see what makes you(&) feel comfortable. best of luck. 🪞

Ah thank you! yea sometimes even tho we know plurality is an entire spectrum we don't give the same leniency to ourselves.

ohh we didn't know that that was a way you could be plural in, like seeing them as different versions of yourself, which in our current situation would prob be a good starting point cause we already see our other selves as past/alternate lives of ourself and identify as them all at once (tho with others being more prominent like z1m and b1ll) like we go by a name that refers to all 4 of us and beyond, but it's become less in time ourself and more like a mask, cause ppl don't get it when we tell them we are z1m and the others so we just say we are "insert name". We aren't sure it even is a core, the core or whatever that is could’ve been somebody else, are memories are too bad to recall clearly. We do have pluralkit in our personal discord servers, but haven't used it much. maybe we'll start trying ^^.

ohh that makes sense. we have been "out" and then back in the "closet" with telling our mom we are plural, then singlet. then plural lol so she's used to the routine.

alrighty, we have like concepts tied to our headmates now already, like z1m is surreal, types with a mix of lowercase and uppercase, and b1ll uses lots of these' things' you add onto' the end of a word, and caps for emphasis, sponge is cheerful and optimistic while b1ll is very pessimistic, z1m is like both at the same time, and we don't know what Jerm is in that comparison but we associate it with clowns. there is associations with our name we tell others like winter, white, blood, owls, fog.

ahhh thank youuu again

we've actually been told that each time we've asked for other plural ppls honest opinions with our descriptions and each time ppl told us we were likely plural median. we aren't sure if we wanna be fully separate, we like the idea of being a bunch of versions of us, still treated as mostly one entity but regonized that we aren't the same as a singlet. and us changing who we are at the moment being natural and fluid.

we will keep testing the waters and see how deep we can go! ^^

#ask #asks #trans plural #transplural #pro 🍓🌈#🍓🌈 safe #pro radqueer #pro transid #radqueer please interact #pro rq #mirror anon

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badlydrawnphighting · 5 months

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+.+ Draw your favorite skin…NOW!!!! +.+

- 🪞 Mirror Anon 🪞

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aventurine-official · 8 months

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selfship-confession-box · 5 months

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★ Hello my fellow selfshippers! ★

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Confessions are queued, may take a while to post ^^

This blog is for selfship confessions of almost any kind. Whatever reason you don't wanna post it on your blog, or if you just wanna put a confession here for fun, you're welcome here! Selfship art is welcome as well ^^

Whether your f/o(s) is/are obscure, non-human, etc, this blog is welcome to all kinds.

Similar blogs (not owned by me!): @/selfship-vent-confessions , @/nsft-selfship-confessions

"How do the f/o tags work here if I want to filter them?"

I tag them as "f/o (character here)!" It sometimes depends if the user who submitted the ask included a last name/full name/etc, as I usually do not know which characters the user is talking about 0_o (hence why i don't put fandoms)

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'I'm not here for you, I'm here for Bluebird.' Spock confrontation hours-

// From @starfleetsxvulcan.

The Inquisitor had their back turned to the Vulcan- such a voided expression. Somehow much colder than those who hold mere knowledge- believers in science and fact. Bone chilling at best, especially from one who looked like the Vulcan's sweetheart of a friend. The deity snatched up the device they had jabbed into the screen, electricity shooting out before they turned.

"So you finally pieced it together, Spock? Can't believe I had you that fooled at first... I expected more from a Vulcan. Then again, there's a reason why the planet would cease existence in the future. At least from the Mirror verse."

Inquisitor let their glowing marks come forward, their nearly robotic voice coming from the voice box despite their lips moving. There wasn't a smug look on their face. Not a smirk. Not a hint of reckless boldness. They were only blunt. Blue hues looked up to Spock as they pocketed their device- reaching for something in their other pocket.

"Yet again, your hesitance was clearly from your human side. That is enough talk now, I'm assuming you're wanting to turn me in. Correct?"

Fully they had their body turned to the Science officer, eyes studying the male. If their suspicion was correct... quickly the Inquisitor took out an odd looking Phaser- seemingly from the Future given its complex look. Suddenly they shot at the pad next to the Vulcan to cut off contact before pointing the weapon directly at him.

"Make this easy, and I'll spare your life. If not, I don't care what happens to this universe's time line."

Seemed like the being was dead serious.

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crossroadsnumber1doctor · 4 months

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+.+ oD I tnuoc sa a wodniw? +.+

- +.+ 🪞 Mirror Anon 🪞 +.+

" Well.. No. You can see through a window, they're see-through. I can't see through you. "

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kurishiri · 2 months

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Heyyy I’m not sure if you’re okay with this kind of question so please feel free to ignore this ask if you don’t feel comfortable!

I just finished reading your Al and El past record translation and I have some questions that I’m not sure have canon answers yet like, 1) How did Elbert avoid the false choice in the game? Or was it just his pure (bad) luck? 2) What is another reason Elbert took Alfons to the manor besides he giving the answer El wanted to hear?

I actually have some theories if they never provide the official answer lol and if you have any, I’m all ears! 👀👀

hii, anon! of course you can ask these questions- in fact, i encourage it! i like having discussions like these 🫶🫶 hope you enjoyed the past records story, and thanks a lot for reading it!

so there are no 150% set in stone canon answers to this as far as ik, as i read the past records for 🍎🪞 i felt that the story as a whole never really provided a “true answer” and wants you to come to your own conclusions. and that’s where we come in- we can always theorize and talk abt this! so please share your theories too 👀✨✨ will put everything under the cut! bc it’s.. a lil long. lmao

and for anyone else reading this, you can read the past records for 🍎🪞 here.

(1) how did elbert avoid the false choice in the game? or was it his bad luck?

i think the concept of “luck” is pretty warped in this story, to be honest.

what’s interesting here is that elbert had always made the wrong choice — except that he actually always made the right choice, because the one he was playing with was alfons.

so objectively speaking, yes, i think elbie does indeed have “bad luck.” and this is not only evident in the past records, but also if you look at his past, and the events in his own route, yes you can say that he indeed had a streak of bad luck. they’re just not as vocal abt it in the main story compared to the past records. even though liam briefly suspects elbie may have been making the decisions he’s been making purposely due to him saying he won’t let al die, but like, how would child! elbie have known child! al was gonna spike one of the cups of tea with a lethal poison? or how would he have known which hand the regular or the irregular pudding was held in? like he is human too (a cursed one, but human nonetheless). it’s not like he can completely mind read al when it comes to this.

i think what elbie meant by “i’m not going to let al die” is that, were he to make the “wrong decision,” i.e. choosing the tea that’s not poisoned, or choosing the carriage with the non-intoxicated driver, etc. then he, too, would save al. and he’s willing to go through pain himself if it means al doesn’t have to.

but, when he plays with al, is he lucky that he wins every bet (in the terms al lays out) and thus keeps al alive, or is he unlucky for technically making the “wrong” decision that puts himself in danger, in lieu of al? and conversely, does al have bad luck that he can never seem to get his wish to die, or to distance himself, granted? after all, he is the one who laid out the terms of winning or losing a game. elbie had only really ever gone along with everything. bc it’s al, and elbie would trust al with his life, unironically.

could it be al’s “bad luck” that the opponent he met a long time ago is always someone with “bad luck,” but since he is a “mirror,” his opponent’s bad luck turns into good luck?

so i think even in this way, they are meant for each other in this sort of more than (or different than) platonic but less than romantic kinda way.

(2) what is another reason elbie took al to the manor?

i don’t think this is ever explicitly mentioned outright, but i don’t think we have no basis to go off of either. but this would require us to delve into some spoiler territory for elbie and al’s route, so if you don’t want to hear them, then you can stop here, but the short answer would be that the other reason elbie mentioned having (which he kept a secret from al) may either be bc he wanted a friend, or he wanted to help al in exchange for al helping him when he needed it most. as for the long answer..

for that said “other reason,” we can look first at elbie’s route. there, al talks abt his past to kate, and one thing that’s really evident here is that for a lot of his life, he was basically alone. his story mentioned his parents, the butlers and maids — but nobody really around his age. his parents turned their backs on him, and he couldn’t trust the servants in the estate; if anything, they made him very uncomfy and unsafe. he only stayed bc no one else would “love” him and he had nowhere to go anyway. so it probably was a relief for him to finally find someone around the same age as himself. someone he knows can be there for him. someone who he knows won’t just see him as a sexual or beautiful object, or someone to be repulsed or hated. to elbie, in his childhood, al probably was the manifestation of a “safe place” that his parents and his servants should have given him, but ultimately failed to give.

well, that said, their friendship is unorthodox in some ways too, probably in part due to al’s curse. after all, they play all these risky games together (except the coin toss), and in elbie’s route there was a time when al had disappeared for some time bc elbie was at a point where he nearly died, and when kate questioned al where he was, he shrugged it off, but said that he didn’t like the idea that he might feel relief at the prospect that elbie would die before him — and this isn’t bc al doesn’t like elbie, but rather the opposite, as if elbie dies before al, he will die remembering him. you could say the fact their friendship has sort of that “twist” to it is bc elbie had reached out to al and kept him by his side, along with the curses sorta fvcking with especially al’s mind.

the other likely possible reason is that elbie wanted to help him. overall elbie is very sensitive especially to other people’s sadness or other negative feelings and doesn’t want anyone to be sad, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he had picked up on the fact that al, for all the facades he may put up, suffers from depressive symptoms. like, there were points in his route where he was genuinely out to die. i believe roger mentions this as well- though i think the relationship between al and roger warrants a whole separate post from this one lmao but the thing is, elbie wanting him to live, or rather not letting him die, would go against al’s wishes. and that could be why he keeps a secret on his end abt it?

so tldr on that point: aside from the fact he may just want to have his fun keeping a mystery on al (like al himself is like that mysterious™️ character anyway so what’s wrong with elbie keeping a mystery of his own too, yknow?) he may be keeping it a secret out of consideration, too, maybe?? because even if al wants to die, elbie, and roger, would never let that happen. i think elbie does want al to keep living, even if he’s aware he does have suicidal thoughts. and this is evident in al’s route.

al’s words had saved elbie as a child, and so elbie probably wants to do the same for al.

of course there could be other reasons, but i’d say these are probably two of the more likely? ones if i had to guess!

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