#possibly called DeathWish

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Fever

Summary: You're running a fever and Astarion offers to cool you down… only to make things a whole lot worse.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Dry humping. Vampire bite and blood sucking. Precum and cum. Skin to skin contact with the purpose of thermoregulation that ends up getting out of hand. Inappropriate use of tadpole. Banter.

Word count: 3k

A mind-numbing chilling shiver tore throughout your entire body, causing your muscles to contract involuntarily in a desperate attempt to keep yourself warm.

The bonfire crackled vigorously, emanating a welcome wave of heat, as you embraced the blanket around you, keeping both knees tightly close to your chest.

"You can't possibly be cold."

Astarion.

Great.

You lowered your quivering chin to rest on your forearm, definitely not in the mood - or mental capacity - to voice out a proper reply.

"It's blazing hot tonight," he continued, entering your narrowed field of vision. "Hello? I'm talking to you."

Nodding, you hugged yourself tighter.

He scoffed. "What is the matter with you? Oh, do not tell me you're turning into a mindflayer… what a nuisance."

Astarion and his eternal aptitude for inconvenient remarks.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for what was to come. "I think I'm running a fever."

Astarion lowered himself to eye-level with you, his body close enough for you to make out the swirling flames of the bonfire dancing in his crimson eyes.

"So what? Drink a healing potion."

You inwardly cussed, pressing your forehead firmly against your arm with an exasperated sigh, effectively hiding from his burning gaze.

Clearly, your silence paired with the deflecting physical reaction was enough for him to draw a conclusion.

"You don't have any."

Silence.

"What have you done with our potions?" His voice immediately shifted into an accusatory hiss.

Another shiver. 

This time, you mustered the strength to look him in the eye. "Some passers-by were injured by thieves and asked for help… so… I…" your voice faltered as you struggled to keep your thoughts straight.

He was already pinching the bridge of his nose, his face twisting into a deep scowl. "So you gave them all of our potions?!"

You shrugged with a faint smile and Astarion went ballistic.

"Why must you carry this deathwish around? And why must you drag me along with you?" He growled dramatically. "Why didn’t you just ignore them? Or – I don't know – not give them anything?"

You matched his frown. "They were severely injured. They would have perished from their wounds."

He threw both arms up in exasperation as he raised to his feet at once.

"Well, better them than me – or you, for that matter," he added, both hands on his hips. "You're far too precious to be killed, darling."

How could you forget?

And he was right… to an extent.

You chose silence.

It was a very effective way to handle Astarion whenever he went on a rambling spree.

"When is Shadowheart returning with Gale?"

"Soon. I hope."

He groaned in response. "You're actually fortunate I'm so resourceful."

Your head turned to him and you watched as he strolled away, disappearing into his tent. 

A jab of realisation hit you all of a sudden, as you vaguely recalled rummaging through his belongings earlier on when he left to hunt an animal to feed on.

Fuck.

You winced.

"Where are my healing potions?"

Your eyes dropped close and your teeth clattered.

Angry footsteps drew near at lightning speed. "You stole from me?!"

You shrugged. "You steal from everyone."

He then crouched down again, eyes narrowing dangerously. "I steal for us –  the collective good!"

You did scoff this time. "Then why were you hiding them away?"

"Call it safekeeping. Although I was careless enough to teach you lockpicking, wasn't I?”

A firm hand came to grip your forearm, but you flinched away. “It's fine. I'll be fine.”

He glared at you in silence as if your reply had snapped him out of his tantrum.

There was no point in arguing with him, as he was known to have low tolerance for unexpected predicaments.

But even through your feverish haze, you could see he was no longer pursuing an argument.

After all, his bond to you was built on meeting halfway, even when disagreements occurred.

“On your feet, darling,” he said, extending his hand to you as rose to his full height.

You grabbed it and pushed yourself upwars, nearly losing your footing. Luckily, Astarion was agile enough for both of you, and he quickly steadied you with both hands firmly gripping your shoulders.

“There you go,” he said almost lovingly. “Let's take care of that.”

You nodded tiredly as he wrapped an arm around you, guiding you into his tent.

“Sorry for the potions.”

He chuckled lightly. “I guess it can't be helped with that bleeding heart of yours.”

You didn’t even try refuting his remark. He was absolutely right. But still, you didn't regret having helped those people. 

And now you were stuck in this predicament until Shadowheart returned.

It could be worse… at least you weren't alone.

The shivers were only getting more intense and you watched as Astarion suddenly pulled his shirt off in one swift move.

Instantly, your jaw dropped. “What – Astarion?”

He eyed you with sheet amusement. “Darling, I swear this is not what it looks like.”

Frankly, you weren't even sure if this wasn't just your mind playing tricks on you.

Why would he even remove his shirt in the first place?

“Considering our current situation, this is the best course of action. Skin-to-skin. I'm cold enough to drop your temperature.”

Your eyes widened.

Oh?

He tossed the shirt to the side and moved to stand closer to you. “Let me help you out of your clothes.”

Under different circumstances, this would have been a welcome exchange, but this particular scenario didn't make room for any of those thoughts.

So, you merely stood still as he tugged at your own shirt, undoing each button, hands traveling down your torso.

A wave of coldness took over as your skin met the uncomfortable night breeze. 

“It's too cold… Astarion…” you said in between clattering teeth.

He shoved the fabric off your shoulders and down your arms, eyes always holding yours. 

You felt your nipples harden, but none of that seemed to matter. He had seen you naked many times and you felt comfortable around him.

But you also felt ill. 

And no amount of loving stares could ease the way your body spasmed uncontrollably near his. 

“You're burning up,” he said, as he pressed the back of his cold hand to your forehead.

His touch brought immediate relief and you leaned into it, earning a soft caress as his hand trailed down.

As if disconnected from your mind, your body moved on its own accord, closing the gap that separated you from Astarion, and you gasped as his chest came into contact with yours.

The difference in temperature was so stark, that even Astarion flinched momentarily before his arms closed around you.

A gentle tug inside your head made you wince.

The tadpole.

It was trying to connect with his.

It often happened in moments of intimacy when both of you allowed that door to open.

But now was not the time or moment, and you forced yourself to repress it.

Your chin met his shoulder and you eased into him until you could feel the shivers begin to subside.

You weren't sure how long it took for your body's temperature to drop, but what you did know was that you could tear yourself away from him.

Astarion's cool skin came as the relief you were seeking, and you allowed yourself to let out a shaky breath as you clung onto him.

“I've got you.”

His voice was low and tender and your racing heart skipped a bit.

Even standing, you felt as though you could drift off into a slumber at any moment.

More time passed.

More silence.

More comfort.

And the worm squirmed again.

You promptly ignored it.

Astarion shifted against you and you sighed blissfully, resting your cheek on his shoulder, eyelids dropping.

Another tug and you frowned.

What was happening?

The tadpole rattled almost violently and you allowed yourself to let go.

As soon as you felt it reach Astarion's, you gasped and your eyes flew open.

You could faintly feel pulsating waves of pleasure through the tadpole.

His mind laced with yours and that was when you felt a growing pressure in your lower half.

Not now. Not now. Gods.

His voice echoed inside your head in a never-ending plea.

He sounded desperate.

And he felt… hard.

Positively aroused.

Think of Withers. Think of Volo and his abysmal outfits.

That wasn’t exactly the mental images you would have preferred in this moment, but it was quite clear that he sought a distraction.

You shuddered into him and he let out a low groan in response.

Was he aware that you could hear his thoughts? Did he even care?

Your tadpole vibrated evenly and his yearn for friction became yours.

Astarion… what are you doing?

He jolted under your touch, but didn't utter a single word out loud.

Instead, he focused on caressing your naked back with gentle fingers.

You're inside my head when I crave to be inside you.

His bluntness was enough to cause your body to react.

The fever had been broken, but the heat refused to leave.

Maybe we should pull away.

He let out a chuckle that rumbled in his chest.

You're still quite warm, darling.

Your tadpole held on to his viciously, and it was quite evident that the connection wasn't going to be easily severed.

Not when you could now feel how hard his cock was for you.

Inside your mind.

It was as if you were experiencing everything happening in his body.

The gentle throbbing in his lower half was now your own, too.

You can feel it, can't you?

He was almost purring through his tadpole and you tried to find words, but his hard cock was too distracting.

You had often wondered how an erection would feel like for a man.

Now you had your answer.

And it felt almost… urgent.

I never felt this before…

His cock twitched and you felt all of it.

I suppose we never allowed it ourselves, darling.

Your hands locked behind his back, but you struggled to keep your fingers from slipping as sweat gathered along your skin.

As expected, the stimulus was enough to stir your clit, earning another chuckle from him.

Oh, I can feel it swelling up…

You clenched.

It didn't take long for wetness to pool in your underwear.

The two of you were still very much covered from the waist down.

It was almost painful how restricted his cock was against the fabric of his trousers.

Now you know how it feels when you get me hard.

Instinctively, you began to grind against him, seeking that delicious friction that only he could provide.

Or maybe we should save this for a more suitable moment.

His suggestion caused you to bite your lip to muffle a groan of disapproval.

We can just stay like this… for a while.

He hardened even more and you were beginning to feel conflicted on what to focus on: his cock or your clit.

You can focus on both, sweetheart. 

You clenched again.

His hands dropped to your waist and he pulled your hips harder against his.

Gods… this hurts… 

It truly hurt to feel his cock restrained like that, leaking precum as he kept a steady pace.

You could feel how soaked he was getting.

Does your clit always feel this good grinding against me?

Your arms looped around his neck for support, because you didn't think you had it in you to withstand the unexpected duplication of pleasure. 

How are you getting harder?

This time, he groaned in response, angling his hips so you could also physically feel how hard his cock was.

Another clench was all it took for him to move his lips to your neck, fangs grazing your skin.

Would you clench harder if I bit you?

You shuddered, bucking your hips as if they were Astarion's. Now you knew how it felt whenever he began to grind against you.

Astarion… you get harder when you bite me, don't you?

He growled before his lips latched on to you, suckling gently.

Do you want to feel my cock getting harder from your blood?

Maybe you should postpone this endeavour. Even if the fever was no longer an issue, maybe it was better to wait out whatever had caused it.

But he was also waiting on you, his fangs eager to break skin and sink into you.

Logic was replaced with arousal and you nodded.

Please…

Astarion didn't need to be told twice, and you let out a pained yelp, as he tore through the barrier and found his target.

With the first gulp of his blood, you felt your mouth drop open, and not because of pain or discomfort.

No.

You could feel your blood coursing through his body, rapidly shooting downwards and filling his cock with each passing second.

The pleasure was nigh unbearable and you kept on grinding against him, desperate for the friction.

He lifted one of your legs to grant him better access and as soon as he found a sweet spot, he began thrusting as if there were no clothes in the way.

You kept clenching around nothing, squeezing out more of your wetness whilst being able to feel just how drenched he was for you.

With each roll of his hips, you felt more and more precum leaking.

The upside to having this tadpole connection was that you got to hear his voice even when his mouth was busy.

Your walls began to squeeze, yearning for his cock.

Darling, you feel so tight.

His cock was gradually getting warmer from your blood and his balls were getting tighter.

He was close.

He was inside your head and he was dangerously close.

I can feel your clit. You're close, too.

You expected to feel lightheaded from him feeding on you, but it was as if his vigour was now yours.

Your body refused to wither as you remained linked to his.

Dampness was seeping through your crotch as he humped more eagerly than ever.

The temptation to just undo his trousers and let him sink inside you was 

I need to be inside you.

It wasn’t a request.

He was begging.

But your ears caught the distant sound of voices nearing the tent.

Astarion. Someone is coming….

He growled, pulling away from your neck and capturing your lips with his blood-stained ones.

You tasted metal on your tongue.

I'm close… 

And so were you.

It was probably a mixture of the thrill of getting caught and how delicious his thick cock felt from being pumped up with your blood.

It was overwhelming.

Your mind was not even focusing on your swollen clit.

You just wanted his cock to find release.

And it was a shared sentiment, because Astarion kept on praising how drenched you were for him and how much you were throbbing.

He could feel your clit the same way you could feel his cock.

It was as if the two of you had swapped places and were both desperate to reach the climatic release.

The voices were getting closer and your grip tightened around his neck, his tongue tracing your lower lip before he began suckling in it.

It was an effective way to muffle his moans.

Clench again… 

Your body obeyed his words and you clenched in frustration, wishing you could drive his cock inside you and empty his balls.

By this point, you were able to make out Shadowheart’s voice.

Quick…

He kept on grinding and you felt his balls tighten even more as he neared the edge of the precipice, his cock twitching and throbbing as he toppled over.

“Gods!” you almost yelled.

Astarion grunted in between gasps.

Shock and unfathomable pleasure entwined as you felt the first strings of cum shoot from his cock, pooling around it as it remained enclosed in his soaked underwear.

His pleasure was your own.

Literally.

Your mind blanked and your hips moved on their own as if you were the one thrusting his cock, mouth agape and heart almost leaping from your chest in sheer bewilderment.

You're almost there…

His words rang inside your head but he now knew better than yourself how close you were and you simply let go as his warm cum began seeping through his trousers.

So much cum… 

Another voice was heard nearby and it catapulted you into your own bodily climax.

And this time, Astarion groaned harder than before as he felt your rhythmic contractions flutter throughout your walls. 

“Gods… this–”

Astarion was stunned into silence, having to bite down on your shoulder to keep himself from being too loud as your orgasm tore across his own body.

You felt the contractions.

You felt your clit pulsating in unison with your heartbeat.

But your pleasure was his.

You pressed a hand on the back of his neck, cradling him as he rode out your climax.

Your tadpole squirmed tiredly and you figured you had overstayed your welcome with this sudden and intense connection.

Just as quickly as it had occurred, the link was severed at once and there was a sudden quiet in your head.

Astarion slumped slightly against you, dropping your leg and face buried in the crook of your neck.

“That was…”

Your uneven breathing held you back for a moment. “... amazing?”

He pulled away and your vision cleared with a few blinks only to see your blood smeared across his lips and chin.

“Unexpected, I reckon.”

From outside his tent, you heard someone clear their throat.

“Why am I not surprised that they're in their tent again?”

“Ah, Shadowheart. Young love tends to be lively and intense.” Gale tried to reason.

A pause.

“Well, they could try to be quieter about it, then.” 

You glanced down to find the front of his trousers, realising just how much of his cum had spilled from the waistband.

“Are you still feeling feverish?” he asked, capturing your chin in between his fingers to tilt your head up, so that your eyes could meet his.

You shook your head.

“Are you still upset about the potions?”

He rolled his eyes. “I am upset that it took us this long to take full advantage of these blasted worms.”

Masterlist

[skulls-soul]

Are there any fanfics in were Bowser signs a peace treaty because he wanted to date Luigi…

Like imagine Bowser is trying to get Mario’s blessing to date his brother because Kamek told him to (do it right this time you’re impatientNess)

Mario, of course says “ over my dead-a body. Will I allow-a you to date my brother”

It was only once he was talking to peach (he took Luigi and himself to the castle for Luigi’s protection that, and he was worried that the princess was gonna get kidnapped again) when she gave him the idea to give him trials and so throughout the entire afternoon Luigi just sat there, watching Mario and peach and daisy who they called up specifically for this conversation on what kind of things Bowser can do to prove himself

Although, at some point, Daisy mentioned about when exactly did Bowser get feelings for luigi, which intern cause everyone to turn to Luigi to see if he had any answers 

Luigi begrudgingly admitted that him and Bowser  would strike up in conversation during sporting events, party games and racing competitions, growing into being a bit of a “situation ship” ( say thanks to @silly-inky for the “Situationship” they mentioned it in a post of theirs, and I loved it too much, that I couldn’t not implicate it into something of mine)

Anyways flabbergasted, they started questioning Luigi on why he would strike up a conversation with the king Koopa. only for luigi to respond with “ you want me to ignore the koopa King or something? I don’t have a Deathwish!”

 They were shocked to hear that Bowser of all people would start up a conversation with one of the Mario brothers, although, in hindsight, it is just as equally as impossible for Luigi to start a conversation, if not more. Not letting the conversation go they poke around for more information

Luigi, without getting too into detail, tells them that it started off with a simple question. Bowser had asked him what he was doing in the sidelines instead of with the others in which Luigi responded with how he wasn’t as popular as the others, and would only be in the way

Mario and princesses didn’t appreciate this “fact” and was quick to tell him

Peach: you could never be in the way!

Mario: you have fans!

Daisy: yeah, me!

Luigi simply just shook his head in which the others were ready to tell him off once more if it wasn’t for the fact that Luigi spoke, saying how Bowser said something similar

Luigi: “ he said how he couldn’t believe someone who fought him was anything but popular”

 once again, the other three humans are caught off guard by Luigi’s words, or more specifically this time by Bowser’s. each of them having the same thought about how oddly kind that was of him

Luigi decides to forego mentioning about how his face immediately went hot with flustered embarrassment at Bowser’s words and instead mentioned that he intern, asked Bowser why he wasn’t with a Koopalings. After all his mama raised him right, if someone strikes up (somewhat) polite conversation with you then you should recuperate if possible

 Mario nods in response to that, the Brother ‘s were nice to the fault for a reason although it seems Luigis kindness surpasses Mario’s by a hair

Luigi: “ so after that, we just kind of started talking more and more sense we seemed to be on the sideline together a lot”

Luigi refuses to give more details, they don’t need to know about the copious amounts of time that the reptilian caused him to blush

Or about all of the flirty comments and what if scenarios that would slip into their conversation

Anyways, (I got a bit side tract sorry) by the end of the conversation that Bowser should sign a peace treaty with a Mushroom, Kingdom and Sahara desert that would lead Bowser in to doing charity work

Princess, peach and daisy were hoping for a an alliance(tho hopes were low) while Mario was hoping for Bowser to stick with his pride for once, since the Koopa king would never!!! Do charity work

 luigi on the other hand was sweating profusely as he hoped that Bowser would pass this trial that will allow them to be happy and open together 

Soon they will see who gets there wishes

[astrarche-x]

thinking about how we never have an actual flashback from the Ouyang clan execution and how that adds to the unreliability of Ouyang's narrative about his life and death. [sorry, long rant incoming bc i have feels]

Especially in regards to the scene when Ouyang is tasked with execution of Zhang Jr.: he thinks that he willingly chose to avenge his father and to bear the suffering of his fate when he was 10. But did he?

''He was giving him a chance for his death to have meaning. He should be grateful", he thinks in regard to Zhang Jr. So did he himself just stay alive for his death to have meaning? Or - what I suspect - did he just invent all this a posteriori to justify his will to live?

Apart from the fact that the scene with Ouyang killing Zhang Jr. is one of the most memorable in HWDTW for me for the layers that it has, it highlights one of the most fascinating facets of Ouyang: his will to live vs. his deathwish.

Obviously as his whole arc is about falling downhill, we as readers don't see much of the former, while the latter is in abundance especially in HWDTW. But nevertheless this tension is very much there.

As I said, we don't see - even through Ouyang's eyes - what went down that fateful day of the massacre; did he really beg for his life to avenge his family or just for the sake of it. But personally - I'm betting for the latter. Like, come on, he was 10 AND - more importantly - he DIDN'T know that Chaghan would have him castrated as he begged for mercy. He had no idea what the consequences would be. He might have thought about revenge; it's evident that even at 10 yo, the masculine ideals were already drilled into him. But he DIDN'T choose that with full awareness; it's something he told himself over the years to justify his will to live.

And I think this is the deepest root of his shame: that he so desperately wanted to live he could do anything. Him being an eunuch was shameful too, but not so much as the fact that he PREFERS it to being dead. This is what Chaghan calls him out on and this is why the scolding is such a turning point (something I didn't catch at first): Ouyang realizes that if he wants to live free of shame and justify his existence, he must have his revenge. But to do that - ironically - he must destroy himself.

The excuse he came up with over the years to make up for his will to live is that he is a tool of revenge; he is allowed to exist as long as he is this tool. Where the tragedy lies is that he never allowed himself to imagine that he could exist after his revenge is complete. Which is, I think, part of the reason why it took him so long to start plotting it: he wanted to live. He wanted to be with Esen. (The passage "He felt a surge of hatred towards the monk. [...] Without him, how much longer might Ouyang have had with Esen?" is one of the most heartbreaking in SWBTS imo). And I think that deep down he didn't even think his revenge was actually doable.

"[...] the monk had triggered the start of his journey towards his purpose. He couldn’t find it in himself to be grateful. It felt like a violation. A theft of something he hadn’t been ready to give up. Not innocence, exactly, but the limbo in which he could still fool himself that other futures were possible."

I think that these ''other futures'' were futures in which the opportunity for revenge never came; not so much as in ''his enemies were dead by other means'', but as in "Ouyang kept waiting but he just didn't get to meet the Khan" etc. And I think that in his mind, it would have been the best possible option - he could keep on living, waiting for the opportunity that somehow never came, but hey, his excuse of being a tool for revenge was still valid, right?? nobody could tell him that he didn't want it or forgot! he just didn't have the opportunity! oh, such bad luck, sorry not sorry. (And one day he would have died on the battlefield, possibly in Esen's arms, and it would be the best life he could have imagined).

But Zhu gives him the opportunity and he feels he must act on it, which means that his excuse for existing will soon be no longer valid, and it makes him so angry. I still don't get why he couldn't imagine a life after revenge; possibly because despite everything he LIKED this life - or, at least, liked it more than the alternative. Revenge meant destroying everything he enjoyed: his life as a general of the Yuan, and - more importantly - Esen. He probably didn't imagine a life for himself after revenge not only because he thought himself a tool to be discarded, but also because he didn't see in there anything worth living for. And this is when his deathwish comes in. It practically appears as soon as Esen is dead; and the rest is history, with Ouyang's ''I have to live because I must have my revenge and I sacrificed too much for it to walk away now!". But still, it strikes me how at the beginning of SWBTS he's clinging to life as he knows it despite it not being ideal, and how in HWDTW he is awaiting death eagerly.

And - circling back to Zhang Jr. - this is why Ouyang kills the boy: for Zhu it might have been tying up loose ends, but Ouyang at this point sees that staying alive wasn't worth it. He does what is better for the boy in his opinion; he even lets him die with honour, something he himself wants. He wishes he had chosen death all these years ago.

[samuraiko]

Coz a couple Critters asked on YouTube...

Another Critter was commenting about what they perceived as C3′s much slower narrative pacing and possible padding (when compared to C2). A different Critter had commented on the leveling pace. Me being a documentation/research specialist, I popped around to CritRoleStats and the wikis to look up a few things, then collated the following*...

EDIT: THERE’S MORE TO THIS IN A LATER REBLOG.

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M9 start at lvl 2 BH start at lvl 3

C2 Eps 1-4: First meeting, the Carnival C3 Eps 1-4: First meeting, Bertrand Bell/Eshteross

C2 Eps 5-8: Alfield and the trip to Zadash C3 Eps 5-8: Dugger, Cyrus, and Chetney's arrival    (M9 hit lvl 3 at the end of ep 5)    (BH hit lvl 4 at the end of ep 6)

C2 Eps 9-13: Zadash, Knights of Requital C3 Eps 9-14: Cyrus, Nightmare King, and the Ball    (M9 hit lvl 4 at the end of ep 13)    (BH hit lvl 5 at the end of ep 12)

C2 Eps 14-18: Meeting the Gentlemen, more in Zadash C3 Eps 15-18: The mines, Shade Mother, journey to the Heartmoor   (M9 hit lvl 5 at the end of ep 18)

C2 Eps 19-22: Berleben, the swamps C3 Eps 19-21: Estani, the Museum heist   (BH hit lvl 6 at the end of ep 21)

C2 Eps 23-25: Hupperdook and the Gearhole Prison C3 Eps 22-23: Rewards from Hexum, search for Treshi begins, skyship adventures

C2 Eps 26-30: The Iron Shepherds arc C3 Eps 24-28: Arrival in Bassuras, Dusk, and the Deathwish Run   (M9 hit lvl 6 at the end of ep 30)

C2 Eps 31-35: Wrapping up Zadash, adventures in Nicodranas C3 Eps 29-34: Dusk, the Calloways/NMK, Paragon's Call problems   (BH hit lvl 7 at the end of ep 32)

C2 Eps 36-40: High seas adventures, Avantika, the temple C3 Eps 35-39: Off to Whitestone, saving Laudna, losing Eshteross

C2 Eps 41-43: Off to Darktow, battle with Avantika C3 Eps 40-TBD: Off to Yios, Gorgynei adventures   (M9 hit lvl 7 at the end of ep 41)   (BH hit lvl 8 at the end of ep 41)

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As you can see, the pacing and leveling is actually pretty comparable from C2 to C3. And Marisha’s comment that “shit gets real around episode 30″ is accurate for both C2 (Molly > Caduceus > the rescue) and C3 (Dusk > the Calloways > NMK reveals).

*I did not include C1 in this because a) it was an extension of the home game, and b) they started the campaign at lvl 9.

[blnk338]

RWYS creative notes :3 part 5????

In chapter 35, Reaper chooses to wear what she would have usually worn around her mom— she also continues to wear flannels, jeans (ripped and not ripped). She does this subconsciously because it’s what she used to wear in her youth, absentmindedly going to her roots as she’s back in Cincinnati

Some folks may also notice that she reverts to a lot of the Midwest humility/politeness/vocab.

There's a reference to Makarov in RWYS. But I'm not saying where ;)

I finished up Inside Job just before writing RWYS and I think that Reagan might've been a factor in how I wrote Reaper. Her as well as Ellie from TLOU and Vi from Arcane!

I partially based Reaper's dad off of Joel from TLOU

Chapter 8: Cutting Onions and Cutting Ties was almost "Putting a Bandaid Over a Bullet Hole."

In that same chapter, there's a moment where Reaper asks her mom if she really misses her dad. Of course, her mom is taken aback, because, of course, she misses her husband. While Reaper's mom misses her husband, there's a large part of her that misses the idea of a perfect family rather than the man himself. She was in denial that she neglected and abused her child; in her mind, they were the perfect picket fence family. So again, yes, she misses her husband, but she also misses the picturesque perfection that they had, or so she thought. That is what Reaper was pointing out in her question on whether or not her mom missed her dad. More along the lines of, "Do you miss him or do you miss the idea of him and what we could've been with him still around?"

...Again, chapter 8... Yeah, that was Ticci Toby. I honestly just felt like adding him in for the hell of it, plus a little memoir to an old fanbase, and I had a bunch of people go ":0000 IS THAT--" Yes, yes it was.

On top of that comment, I made Toby a bit of a light in the dark. Especially at the end of their interaction, Toby chooses goodness over judgment. He's surprised at Reaper's appearance, but he's not disgusted. There's a clear sudden disconnect within her and instead of getting weird, he wishes her well. I had Toby there as sort of a lighthouse for Reaper if that makes sense. In the fog of all the bad shit that happened to her in Cincinnati, there was Toby, giving her one last salvageable interaction before her ship sailed away.

"A gun to his head and a gun to his head" -- I had SO much fun writing that sentence, I thought I was so clever LMAO

Laswell and Tiffany's house was based roughly off of my grandmother's house :)

I hinted that Ayla, John's ex-wife, is a lesbian

To properly write Rigo's tongue getting stuck in Chapter 12: A Very Merry Garfield Christmas, which was one of my favorite named chapters so far, I actually held my tongue and read his lines out loud to make it as accurate as possible.

In Chapter 15: It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Warcrime, Reaper calls Graves a pig. This was not only mocking his initials (Phillip Isabella Graves) but it was also a reference to her blaming him for the cop murdering her father.

A little construction fact: American buildings and Eastern European buildings are quite different when it comes to their structural construction; looking back, I actually wrote the structures of Chapter 15 with American buildings in mind because I am so used to looking at them (I used to work construction)

Please also notice that Graves consistently demanded Reaper for the information and REFUSED to let her hold any of the documents/evidence they collected.

Reaper fought Price (incredibly briefly) in the same chapter to hide the dog tags. Again, Graves demanded all the information to be handed to him. She explains Graves would incinerate Tahoma's dog tags; it was later mentioned that Graves would do anything to get rid of any information on Tahoma. Keep this in mind constantly.

Chapter 15: It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Warcrime's title is based on the MCR song "It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish." It was also originally the title of the chapter, but I felt that Graves' actions were far too impactful to not be mentioned in the title.

Along with that, Graves actually broke the Geneva Convention in that chapter! "Article 36 of the 1949 Geneva Convention II provides that “medical and hospital personnel of hospital ships and their crews shall be respected and protected”" Graves deliberately endangered Reaper and put her in a situation where she would most likely die. As a medic, she has special protections (stated above) and therefore, adds another war crime onto Graves' list. Oh yeah, she's also an allied soldier that was endangered under the command of a higher-ranked officer, but that's not that important... (/S /SARCASTIC)

I actually have removed a lot of scenes involving Zhao due to the fear that people find/found her therapy sessions boring or lackluster. I actually find her addition to RWYS crucial, but much of it could be told from Reaper's POV (ex: her flashbacks to their sessions). Regardless, I am withholding a lot of Zhao scenes because I don't want things to be boring.

[aliciaclarkwrites]

thaniel/candice - "no one’s ever going to shag you if you cry all the time."

Candice had this innate ability to say the one thing you least needed to hear at the time you least needed to hear it. Thaniel was a strong proponent of exercising gentility and kindness wherever possible, using the low, soothing voice he'd adopted for christenings or attending weddings. God, he'd attended so many weddings in his time. Candice, however, seemed to be a proponent of tough love at all times wherever possible. Shame she could dish it out, but couldn't quite take it.

Shucking the sleeve of his jumper over his hands, Thaniel sniffed, using the fabric Candice had called 'gaudy' and 'tacky' to wipe his nose. It was pathetic, he'd fallen pretty far, but never far enough to be caught sobbing at his local pub. It would've been a deathwish, the tough lads wouldn't lay off him simply because he was a beloved local figure. He hiccuped, tears falling into his untouched pint glass as he did so, head lowered. Thankfully, Thaniel and his acquaintance were sequestered away in a small corner, so the only person looking at him with despair was Candice.

"I'm not looking for a shag." he sniffed again, running a hand through his too-long hair. His stomach twisted uncomfortably, remembering how Clodagh had commented on it the last time they'd seen each other.

"I just want her, can't you see?" he huffed, frustration bleeding into his tone. He gestured towards himself, the seriousness of the scenario slightly undercut by his sweater paws. "I'm... my heart is bloody broken!"

[da-at-ass]

I've been having way more thoughts about the Titan submersible than I expected to, and I just wanted to get them out tonight. Right now it's about 2 hours before their air probably runs out.

I personally have a fear of tight cramped places and suffocation in said places, so it's been grim for the imagination to be sure. But I keep on thinking of responsibility most of all, and of the recklessness of those on board. The CEO most of all, to be sure, but I feel that enough pull quotes have been published about the "adventurous" and "brave" natures of the four people on board who aren't 19 years old, and I want to talk about that.

One man, the father who brought his 19 year old son on board with him, is the advisor to Prince Trust International, Charles III's personal charity. His father was a founding member. He's been on the board for it as well as of course his own company. And you know, I think he owes it to his son and family to have made better decisions than this, and also owes it to the business and charity to make sane and rational decisions with his life. His will probably left a lot to his son who will not be able to claim said estate, so he's left his affairs in a mess for his wife and remaining child to sort out.

One man is a Titanic expert. He is often called Mr. Titanic. He's basically the expert on exploring the Titanic wreckage and has been down there many times, has made a business of brokering sales of Titanic artifacts in fact. He's a fount of knowledge on the Titanic and on deep sea diving, and that knowledge is going to disappear. He's a member of the Explorer's Club as well as one of the other passengers, and the non-diving members of said club are basically going all out to help with the search in any way they can. What a waste of a life when he could have gone on any other dive. And what a way to play with the emotions and well-being of all those who cared for him and wished his life well. What a way to be a steward of knowledge.

There's a billionaire on board who will no longer be able to run his company and do any of the work on any boards he is on. Again, he is another rich man because of the responsibilities he took on to run a company and to manage his wealth properly. Things happen if he dies. He has loved ones. All this talk of "he knew the risks" is a bit cheap when I don't think his loved ones and the board members of the company he runs knew what a deathwish he apparently had for semi-expensive thrills.

All of these people signed a waiver stating very clearly that death was a possible result of this voyage, but it's obvious none of them prepared their lives for that possibility. They did not take death seriously, and in the case of the father, did not take his own son's life seriously.

I think none of them had any regard for how the whole world would hear about it if their vessel had a problem, if there was a mishap during the voyage. I think they all assumed that if there was a death it would be an instant decompression, down to some sort of catastrophic accident that would end them quickly. They've been in there for four days with limited food, water, and room to move in, and the less they move, the better. None of them were actually prepared to go through that. They were just full of bravado. They didn't care for the world that would be whipped up into a frenzy about this, they didn't think about how many people would be concerned for them or impacted by their death. And these are people who had everything that someone could ever want. These are people who had everything to lose.

To be so cheap with life, with the concerns of others, with their own future potentials to actually change the world in some way instead of giving fellow billionaires joy rides as their main legacies... it's just a lot to think about. I think most of all I'm angry that they'll probably never have to answer to another human for any of their terrible decisions, because they'll have paid the ultimate price before another human sees any of their bodies.

To have everything, and then to act like it can all be thrown away... it's not brave or noble, it's not adventurous. It's just cowardly. It spites everything that humanity holds value for.

[short-circuit-the-great]

Song of Wolves / Ch 24 / Where His Hatred Begins

AO3 link | Previous chapter

I posted chapters 1-23 yesterday so they didn't get their own posts. That would have been a lot. But here's today's chapter!

Chapter 24: Where His Hatred Begins

Hayato was at a bar. A quiet, abandoned bar in the corner of town, tucked away near the Hunting Party’s warehouse.

He wasn’t surprised when Sagara walked in.

“What are you doing here?” Sagara said. “Have a deathwish?”

“No,” Hayato said. “Sit down.”

“You want something from me,” Sagara said, but he sat across from him and leaned against the table, reaching over to play with the empty napkin holder, which clicked against the wooden surface.

“Correct,” Hayato said. “Tell me what Ikumatsu did to you.”

Silence.

Sagara stared at him, his cold lilac eyes boring into his face. Hayato had taken his blindfold off during the fight against Taiyou and the Spider King, and he still opted to wear it as a headband instead, keeping his hair out of his face. He wasn’t used to making eye contact with people or seeing at all, but he looked back at Sagara, knowing damn well the burn scars around his eyes reminded Sagara of the things he’d done to him.

Those things were forgiven now.

Sagara knew the Spider King had manipulated Hayato into betraying him and the rest of the Lion Coalition. In fact, the Spider King had made the choice for him—Hayato tried to stop him.

So that was forgiven.

But that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt, and Sagara’s mechanical hand picked up the napkin holder and crushed it.

“Why do you want to know?” Sagara said. “What will you gain from it?”

“Understanding,” Hayato said. “I already know her side of things. What is yours?”

Sagara drew in a deep breath and tossed the crushed napkin holder over his shoulder, bringing his hands together and resting his chin on them. “It is not an easy story to tell,” he said, “and I am hesitant to tell it to a stranger.”

“We fought together once,” Hayato said. “We were friends once.”

“Once,” Sagara said.

“You can hardly call me a stranger,” Hayato said.

“I hardly think the night before the Battle of Settsu counts,” Sagara said.

“But you still remember it,” Hayato said.

Sagara smiled. “Hard to forget.”

He held out his hand. “Is this a world in which it is possible to ask for your hand again?”

“The last time you touched me, I ended up in a coma for a million years,” Hayato said.

“Wasn’t that long.”

“So you’re recognizing you electrocuted me to near death?”

“That was before I-” Sagara sighed and took his hand away slightly, holding his metal one against his face. “Look. For twenty years, I thought you betrayed us. I thought you sold us out to the Spider King and let his children eat us alive. I was justified in electrocuting you when I saw you again.”

He looked up and said, “But you didn’t betray us. I know that now. So I’m sorry for electrocuting you, okay? I won’t do it again. Not unless you give me a reason to.”

“I think that’s the best apology I’ll ever get out of you,” Hayato said, “so fine.”

He held out his hand, and Sagara stared down at it, surprise evident in his eyes. “You seriously trust me? After everything?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Hayato said.

Not yet.

Sagara grabbed his hand a little too desperately, a little too tightly, but then he relaxed his grip and let their fingers intertwine. “I always thought,” Sagara said, “that if everything could go away, if there was some explanation for it all, I would want to look at the stars with you again as we did that night. If we could unravel our suffering and take back the scars we have been burdened with at the other’s hand, I would want you to hold my hand in yours again.”

“I am,” Hayato said, “so that means you found your explanation, yeah?”

“I suppose so,” Sagara said.

“Now I want mine,” Hayato said, leaning closer. “Tell me what happened between you and Ikumatsu. Because I know it wasn’t just the murder. I know you had a reason—you wanted revenge. It’s the same reason you attacked me. She hurt you and you wanted to hurt her back, so you took away the most precious thing to her—tell me, Satoshi…”

He put his other hand on Sagara’s hand. “Is that what she did to you?”

“Yes,” Sagara said, an answer that burst out but was also very sad and quiet, cloaked in deep anger. “She took everything.”

***

My captain rescued me after the Spider King killed the rest of the Lion Coalition. I made it out of the Arachnis fortress, but I was bleeding my life out onto the grass, missing an arm and a leg and an eye and with spider bites all over my face. I looked like a corpse from the deepest pit of hell, but that didn’t bother her when she saw me. But I didn’t see her first, and I didn’t see her second either. 

The first thing I saw was the sun.

The second thing was Vera.

God, the first time I looked at Vera, I knew I was going to fall in love with her. Her eyes were so kind, and no one but you had ever looked at me with kindness before. She was looking at me like that, ME, a half-eaten, practically dead samurai, and I didn’t believe it then and I still don’t believe it now. She wanted nothing more than to help me, me of all people, and she didn’t give up on me even though it took everything she had to save me. My captain did much of the work, of course. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her scientific expertise. She’s the one who made me into a cyborg—and later started the evolution, but that’s not important right now.

What’s important is Vera.

I never forgot her kindness for a moment, and the first thing she did when she saw my dying face was smile. She smiled at me—again, me of all people—and she didn’t care that everything about me was broken. She stayed by my side while all of it was fixed, and her smile was the reason I fought to stay alive. It was simply so beautiful and warm. Nothing else had ever been that beautiful and warm. She had the kind of eyes that drew me in, the kind of eyes I knew I was going to fall in love with. They sparkled like stars, and I would come to love that sparkle more than anything else in the world.

And I did.

I really did.

We got to know each other more and more and became friends, and from there, well, you know what can happen. Maybe you don’t. But our friendship turned into a love unrivaled by anything else, and when I was with her, everything stopped hurting. Years of my mother’s neglect, being disowned, being on my own, fighting the war, nearly dying at the fangs of the Spider King and his hellish children—none of that mattered anymore.

The Joui War continued. I never thought for a moment about rejoining. I had everything I loved and wanted with Vera—including, one day, a baby on the way.

My mother snaked her way back into my life then. I pushed her away but she got to Vera first, and she manipulated her so well that Vera liked her. So my mother stayed in the picture, ever the horrible looming presence, and the day the child was born-

Sorry, I don’t want to break your hand. I can let go now.

The day the child was born-

Sorry, I’ve never told anyone this before. It’s very difficult. And here I am crying in front of an enemy.

We aren’t enemies. We don’t have to be. Not now.

Isn’t it easier to be enemies?

If this story is going the way I think it is, you hardly need more enemies, Satoshi.

Haha…

So the day my daughter was born, Vera died. My mother said it was because she was weak. I wanted to kill her for that. She left before I got the courage to do it. I left too, and I took my daughter with me. Her name was…I can’t speak it. It hurts too much. But she was the most important thing in the world, and that didn’t change when she fell ill.

And she wouldn’t get better.

I took her to every doctor in Japan, every doctor I could find, but no one could figure out what was wrong. No one could help her. All they said was she was going to die if a cure wasn’t found. Finally I found an old healer named Hana in Edo—she’s my aunt but that’s a different story—and she told me to seek the berries that grow in the Forest of Forever. 

“But hurry,” she told me. “They’re out of season soon.”

So I went to the Forest of Forever and found the last harvest of the berries. I left my daughter by a tree to retrieve them. She asked me to come back, screaming because she was in so much pain, and I stayed with her until the pain went away. When I returned to the berries, Ikumatsu was there with Daigo and a basket full of the berries—all of them. I demanded they hand them over. Ikumatsu said no. Daigo tried to compromise. She still said no.

I tried to get the berries from him and yelled that he didn’t understand what kind of pain my daughter was in. That was when Ikumatsu broke my mechanical arm. She gave me the scars on my face too. And my captain managed to get me a new eye since the Spider King incident, but Ikumatsu made me lose it again. I tried to get the berries again, but Ikumatsu stabbed me and kicked me away. I remember hitting a tree. When I woke up, I was lying in a pool of my own blood.

The berries were gone.

My daughter was screaming again.

I held her.

We both cried.

I rushed her to the hospital. I begged them to help her. There was nothing they could do.

My little girl died.

My captain fixed my hand, but she couldn’t fix my heart. 

“You can’t defeat Ikumatsu as you are now, especially not when she’s older,” she said to me. “I have an idea.” 

And that was when the evolution started, a new experiment she was running. Each stage presented a stronger version of myself, a version that could, in the end, destroy the monster who killed my daughter.

***

“Thank you,” Hayato said as he stood up. “I am glad to finally understand.”

Sagara wiped tears from his eyes. “I won’t rest until she’s dead,” he said. “She deserves the worst.”

“She thinks the same of you,” Hayato said. “I don’t think revenge is going to help you.”

“What do you suggest I do instead?” Sagara said. “My daughter is dead because of her.”

“And her husband is dead because of you,” Hayato said. “The logical option is to just stop fighting.”

“I can’t do that,” Sagara said.

“I know,” Hayato said, “and that’s why I’m here to stop you.”

“You won’t,” Sagara said, “because I’ve become so strong that I don’t even think I could stop me.”

His mechanical hand began to twitch, and he looked down at it and whispered, “Please run, Hayato. You don’t understand what’s happened to me.”

“I could understand,” Hayato said, “if you explained.”

“I can’t,” Sagara said. “All I know is I can’t go back.”

He dug his metal claws into the table, an action that was not voluntary. “You need to run. I could destroy all of Edo and not lose a single night’s sleep over it, but if I killed you now, knowing the truth, knowing you’re just as brave and wonderful as I thought you were, I would never forgive myself.”

Lightning began to crackle up his arm, and he looked at Hayato again, his eyes full of terror. “For the love of god, run.”

[grey-and-green]

Storms We Cannot Weather

A Good Omens found poem, Crowley POV

(citations version)

(see original here)

I used to sit all alone in the dark (Cavanaugh Park: Something Corporate)

You fall….and… (Complicated: Avril Lavigne)

There was no reason. No explanation (Saw You in a Dream: The Japanese House)

I prayed that God would be forgiving (I Dreamed A Dream: Les Miserables)

But… (this could be literally any song)

Do you remember that day when we met? (It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Deathwish: My Chemical Romance)

Right from the start (A Thousand Years: Christina Perri)

I can’t quite explain… (Calling You: Blue October)

But the grace of your eyes can see good in me (Kite: Copeland)

Suddenly...my life doesn’t seem such a waste (Come What May: Moulin Rouge)

Why aren’t you scared of me? Why do you care for me? (Bury a Friend: Billie Eilish)

So I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask. Neither should you. (Like Real People Do: Hozier)

And then...I fell in love with you… (Calling You: Blue October)

You say that love is not that easy (Hypocrates: MARINA)

Following their rules. Following the path of least resistance. (For a Fool: The Shins)

Bound by suffocating secrets (Gabriel: Valentina)

“This is Heaven, what I truly want” (Gods & Monsters: Lana del Rey)

But they don’t understand who you are (Gold: MARINA)

“How can I love when I’m afraid to fall?” (A Thousand Years: Christina Perri)

I believe there’s a way you can love me (Love Song: Sara Bareilles)

Listen….we won’t tell anyone (Rifle’s Spiral: The Shins)

They won’t get to us (Straw Dog: Something Corporate)

You might think I’m incapable of loving a soul like yours (Shesgotstyle: Never Shout Never)

Still I say there’s a way for us (On My Own: Les Miserables)

My darling, my sweetheart (Rise to Me: The Decemberists)

You’ve been so lonely in the name of being holy (Buy the Stars: MARINA)

It’s not that the darkness can’t touch our lives (September: The Shins)

Yet there’s still this appeal (Love Will Tear Us Apart: Joy Division)

The hopes of one day… (Rainy Monday: Shiny Toy Guns)

I don’t quite know how to say how I feel (Chasing Cars: Snow Patrol)

All the times I could have…Oh I just want to…. (Island: Coheed & Cambria)

I have loved you for a thousand years (A Thousand Years: Christina Perri)

I will love you until my dying day (Come What May: Moulin Rouge)

You’re still my favourite (Black and Blue: Chris Garneau)

And I’m willing to break myself (Break Myself: Something Corporate)

Asking if you love me (Calling You: Blue October)

Darling, don’t be afraid (A Thousand Years: Christina Perri)

We’ve nothing to prove (Simple Song: The Shins)

We don’t need anything, or anyone (Chasing Cars: Snow Patrol)

Is it possible to say….baby, let’s run away (Madi Don’t Leave: PlayRadioPlay!)

We can escape….away from all of this (Straw Dog: Something Corporate)

It’s different this time (Better Son/Daughter: Rilo Kiley)

Just you and I (It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Deathwish: My Chemical Romance)

Just our hands clasped so tight (I Will Follow you into the Dark: Death Cab for Cutie)

Just kiss like real people do (Like Real People Do: Hozier)

‘Til all that remains is the arms of an angel (Calamity Song: The Decemberists)

But love comes slow….and it goes so fast. (Let Her Go: Passenger)

Is my timing that flawed? (Love Will Tear Us Apart Again: Joy Division)

Who are you to tell me who to be? (Hypocrates: MARINA)

I don’t want your gold. (Gold: MARINA)

If you don’t know that by now then you don’t know me that well. (Buy the Stars: MARINA)

You played the martyr for so long that you can’t do anything wrong (Hypocrates: MARINA)

Some things never do change (Cavanaugh Park: Something Corporate)

That’s the lesson that you teach me (Hypocrates: MARINA)

In some sad way I already knew (Like Real People Do: Hozier)

I tried to give reasons...a thousand good reasons (All of my Good Friends, Goodbye: Luke Temple)

And in the end we’ll fall apart (It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Deathwish: My Chemical Romance)

I’ve done everything I know to try to make you mine (Long Long Time: Linda Ronstadt)

I know that I shouldn’t even try. It’s a waste of time (Saw You in a Dream: Japanese House)

You say you’re leaving? You’re already gone (Break Myself: Something Corporate)

You’ve gone too far. You broke my heart (Gabriel: Valentina)

You forgave. And I won’t forget (I Will Wait: Mumford & Sons)

There are storms we cannot weather. (I Dreamed a Dream: Les Miserables)

And I think I’m going to miss you for a long, long time. (Long Long Time: Linda Ronstadt)

A Thousand Years: Christina Perri

All of my Good Friends, Goodbye: Luke Temple

Better Son/Daughter: Rilo Kiley

Black and Blue: Chris Garneau

Break Myself: Something Corporate

Bury a Friend: Billie Eilish

Buy the Stars: MARINA

Calamity Song: The Decemberists

Calling You: Blue October

Cavanaugh Park: Something Corporate

Chasing Cars: Snow Patrol

Come What May: Moulin Rouge

Complicated: Avril Lavigne

For a Fool: The Shins

Gabriel: Valentina

Gods & Monsters: Lana del Rey

Gold: MARINA

Hypocrates: MARINA

I Dreamed A Dream: Les Miserables

I Will Follow you into the Dark: Death Cab for Cutie

I Will Wait: Mumford & Sons

Island: Coheed & Cambria

It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Deathwish: My Chemical Romance

Kite: Copeland

Let Her Go: Passenger

Like Real People Do: Hozier

Long Long Time: Linda Ronstadt

Love Song: Sara Bareilles

Love Will Tear Us Apart: Joy Division

Madi Don’t Leave: PlayRadioPlay!

On My Own: Les Miserables

Rainy Monday: Shiny Toy Guns

Rifle’s Spiral: The Shins

Rise to Me: The Decemberists

Saw You in a Dream: The Japanese House

September: The Shins

Shesgotstyle: Never Shout Never

Simple Song: The Shins

Straw Dog: Something Corporate

[nausikaaa]

music tag 🎶

thanks for tagging me @asocialpessimist @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @theearlgreymage @bazzybelle and @onepintobean!

Rule: choose a musical artist you like and use the names of their songs to answer this as close as possible.

name of the artist: My Chemical Romance

what’s your gender? It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s A Deathwish

how do you feel? I’m Not Okay (I Promise)

if you could go anywhere, where would it be? Planetary (GO!)

describe your best friend: The Only Hope For Me Is You

if your life was a tv show, what would it be called? Give Em Hell, Kid

favourite time of day: Summertime

what do you fear? This Is How I Disappear

relationship status: Dead!

what if life like to you? To The End

i tag @martsonmars @ileadacharmedlife @ionlydrinkhotwater @otherpeoplesheartachept1 @dreamingkc @confused-bi-queer @forabeatofadrum @castawaypitch @ivelovedhimthroughworse @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @facewithoutheart @sillyunicorn @moodandmist @tea-brigade @whatevertheweather @stillgeekingout @wetheformidables @gekkoinapeartree @erzbethluna @raenestee @upuntil6am and @basiltonbutliketheherb if you haven’t done this yet!

[ispyspookymansion]

choose an artist you like and use the name of their songs to answer this as close to the truth as possible. tagged by weather @woundthatswallows thank you beloved !!

working w mcr titles 👍

1. what is your gender - boy division

2. describe yourself - its not a fashion statement, its a fucking deathwish

3. how do you feel - dead!

4. if you could go anywhere, where would you go - early sunsets over monroeville

5. describe your best friend - the kids from yesterday

6. favorite time of day - surrender the night

7. if your life was a tv show, what would it be called? - f.t.w.w.w.

8. what is life to you? - the world is ugly

9. relationship status - disenchanted

10. what do you fear? - cancer

this was so so funnnnn i’m gonna tag @gayofficial @boytoyofficial @flamejob and @ anyone who feels like doing a silly game

[chans-room]

Thank you for tagging me @nabiolive 🖤✨

Using your end of the year top 100 playlist, shuffle 10 songs:

The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance

Burn It by Agust D

Paradise by BTS

Like Ooh-Ahh by Twice

Summer Rain by Belinda Carlisle

Coffee by BTS

Sweetest Pie by Megan thee Stallion and Dua Lipa

The Trolley Song by Judy Garland

I’m Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance

Dr Feelgood by Mötley Crüe

Choose an artist you like and use the title of their songs to answer these as close to the truth as possible!

Name of the artist: My Chemical Romance

What is your gender: Ghost of You

Describe yourself: Dead!

How do you feel: Give ‘Em Hell Kid

If you could go anywhere where would it be: Desolation Row

Describe your best friend: The Only Hope For Me Is You

Your favorite time of the day: Sleep

If your life was a tv show what would it be called: Heaven Help Us

What is life to you: It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s a Deathwish

Relationship status: Demolition Lovers

What do you fear: Teenagers lol

Tagging: anyone who hasn’t been tagged and wants to do it lol

[rat-in-a-coffin]

2/8/15/21

For the asks if you’re comfortable answering

yess thank you,

2 - shoe size

this is actually so embarrassing. im a 35-36 EU (mens 3-4 UK)

8 - do you want any tattoos?

YES YES YES. theres some ive planned out and some i really want; a very special tree on my shoulder with the text “just like the leaves change in colour”. lyrics from “its not a fashion statement, its a fucking deathwish” by mcr. possibly a big tree or forest, or some other plants going up my other arm too cover up some old scars. hmm i’ve always wanted hand tattoos, specially skeleton hands (in honour of my gloves) or runes. a small face tatto on one of my cheeks. and probably just some aesthetic ones like bats, rats, spiderweb, a vampire stuff, a lot to of norse symbols and creatures, a left and right one, yk just the average goth stuff. 80% of them will probably be impulsive, but thats just a part of the charm, to me tattoos symbol memories and a sense of self. ive wanted them since i was little for that reason. it doesn’t matter how stupid or ugly it is, it still holds a value. its a reminder of how much we grow. yes even if it’s just a pair of drunk tattooed boobs on your foot.

15 - favourite movie

uuuh, anything tim burton

21 - what i love most about myself

my confidence or honesty . people tend to call me a bitch, or stupid for it but ive worked damn hard for it, i could not care less if the truth hurt someone, or what they say to me anymore and its wonderful. also a honourable mention is my humor, bc its damn good

[tumbleweedtech]

Ruidus is Flaring

Campaign 3 Filk - Spoilers up to Episode 35

I did it again, because of course I did. I wrote a 'parody' of a classic Billy Joel song for Critical Role Campaign 3. It's also on AO3.

Lyrics:

Nightmare King, Sit and Spin, Eshteross bakin’ again, Sky Wardens, Syndicate, Corsair’s killin’ it Skyships, Shadecreepers, Conspiracy’s gettin’ deeper  Jiana Hexum, Fownsee Hollow, Anni and Milo 

Gondolas, Fatewalk, Moon Tower, Punk Rock Dorian, Sending Stone, Zhudanna left all alone :( Advik’s curios, Letter’s flesh tongue is gross Core Spire, Lantern Spire, Fucking Oshad Breshio

Chorus: Ruidus is Flaring! It was always burning but it’s never turning  Ruidus is Flaring!  Did betrayers light it? Guess we’ll have to fight it

Date Night, Bertrand Bell, Xandis, Lieve’tel,  Calloway Runaway, Morrigan lied Pate, Polymorph, Laudna’s Ring, Treshi’s Orb Get in the Hole, Time to run away 

Ira, Emon, Tal’Dorei, Moving on, Cyrus, Pretty, Play a drinking game with me? Birdie, Bone Tree, Suffiad, Nancy Green Seeker, Bassuras, What the fuck is up with that? 

Ruidus is Flaring! It was always burning but it’s never turning  Ruidus is Flaring!  Did betrayers light it? Guess we’ll have to fight it

Hellcatch, Zepherah, Heartmoor, Hytroga, Otto, Oderan, What’s an Aeormaton? Raven Queen, Paragon’s Call, Time for a Costume Ball! Taste of Tal’Dorei, Liquid Possibility!

Greymoore Home, Justi, Nobodies hiding Tahdiq Glow, Catha, Joe Imahara Mister, Sonyon Row, What does Milo Know? Morrigan, Oh no, Orym is a Widow 

Ruidus is Flaring! It was always burning but it’s never turning  Ruidus is Flaring!  Did betrayers light it? We’ll will try to fight it

Seat of Disdain, Ashton’s in Chronic pain Bone Tree, Esmer, your favourite is her? Imahara Joe and Milo Krook kind of know Crawler, Deathwish, His brain is Dunamis? Mend the Glass Shards, Fearne’s Fake Postcards,  Dancer - told some lies, and nobody is surprised

Ruidus is Flaring! It was always burning but it’s never turning  Ruidus is Flaring!  Did betrayers light it? Guess we’ll have to fight it

Essek's Spell used to kill, Grey Assassins got to Will Feywild, Whitestone, What is a Gnarl Rock? Orym’s only into guys, Imogen’s glowing eyes Delilah’s in Laudna’s Head, Briarwoods are not dead

What's your damage? Cyrus cried, Dorian's fault Bertrand died Polymorph, Laudna’s down, Bell’s Hells, Moontide Crown Ludinus around again, They are trapped in Ashton’s head Wild Magics, Mind Sliver, One Eyed Monster killed a friend

Ruidus is Flaring! It was always burning but it’s never turning  Ruidus is Flaring!  Did betrayers light it? Guess we’ll have to fight it

[aforgottenmercenary]

If there is one thing he hates more than anything, Belmont hates, and I do mean HATES being away from his dear Iris.

If it's his dumb doing, then shame on him. If someone else takes her, they die. Low and behold, some guys with a deathwish decided to to just that.

"Death."

He judged down as he saw the guys fleeing with a couple of his mercenary buddies in the mix. They were moving fast, but he was faster, a lot faster with his plates and mails falling off his body as he ran.

With an ax drawn, he whipped at the closest dude, fleeing for his life which didn't last long, both his time and his pace. Belmonts breathing became heavy, fierce. His eyes shrank and dilated as he felt his blood burning hot. Unsheathing his longsword, he made cut's to the necks and skulls of these roughnecks, doing his best to not harm his friends.

"Quit running!"

His demand was met with opposite results, which didn't bother him. He never planned on leaving them alive. Even when got a lucky shot in his belly with a crossbow bolt, he never stop running.

Now people understand why he was affectionately called a bear, he's built like one and will not stop charging. One more head sliced clean off the remaining brigands before slamming his blade into the back of the last bandit holding his companion captive.

"Fucker!"

Belmont broke out into a sprinting tackle to the man trying to rough off with his precious partner, getting close up and pushing him off in a way that forced him to let go of Iris before finally slamming him onto the ground and, like a wild animal, bites into his neck with enough force to break through the skin and try to peel away flesh.

His berserker's rage just letting him go full animalistic on his prey, giving him the worst death possible. After tearing off, the mercenary slipped his hand under his plate armor quickly to pull a concealed dagger, stabbing it in the man's head to kill him quick.

The rest tried to capture them again but with corpses full of weaponry, Belmont's included, they took up arms and fended off. Belmont lifted himself and the ringleader's body up before throwing at the charging bandits, drawing his greatsword and cleaving the three chargers in twain.

"I'll kill all of you!"

With the taste of blood in his mouth, his eyes damn near darting everywhere, and muscles peaking through the tattered shirt, he charges headlong into the front to cut down more of these bandits.

There were around ten men in total...now there are none.

He stood over the last one, panting and holding his sword tight in his grasp, tight enough he could feel muscles strained and bones pop. He wasn't done fighting...he's never done fighting....more.

"...more..."