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hedgehog-moss · 1 year
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A couple of photos of my October greenhouse! For the anon who was wondering what the aquaponic setup looks like in full view. The wooden structure in the middle is the 1000L fish tank, with the growing towers for aquaponic gardening hanging above it, and water constantly circulating between the two. The plants you see on the left of the 2nd pic are my green beans which are still producing now in December!
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gurugirl · 9 months
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Will you give us a little something else for the stepmom!reader fic? I'm really curious about how you'll go about it. Will it be anything like your stepdad!harry one? I hate/love stepdad!harry. I love reading it (super guilty pleasure) but in reality that man would be trash so I also hate him.
I'm really looking forward to the stepmom one though, as a 30 year old woman I feel like usually we see a lot of Harry being older and dominant but it would be fun to look at this in a different perspective with reader being a little older.
YES - i know what you mean about stepdad!harry. he's kind of trash but that's the whole point in that au. it's mostly about the smut. 😂
But for stepmom!reader it's not going to be like that at all. As a woman I cannot see her being toxic in the way I've written harry as stepdad.
This one will have some background about her marriage and the kind of arrangement she and harry's dad have.
While it's still a completely messed up situation, this one will be softer and there will be some pining a bit. I've got almost 20k words written for it already and I'm actually loving it. Harry meets yn when he's in college and an adult so there's nothing too odd about them being attracted to one another. She's about 7 years old than him. Harry will be a virgin but not for lack of confidence or charm. You'll see.
But I'll give you a little teaser below the cut (1.3k words). Enjoy!
She was in sweat shorts and a tank top and tennis shoes with no makeup. She had wanted to shower and get freshened up a little at least. Before Harry arrived. Though, she wasn’t entirely sure he actually would come on Friday as he said.
But then she laughed at herself worrying so much over how she looked to her stepson. A silly silly girl, she thought to herself. Who cares? Why should she care? She was doing all this for his birthday party anyway. And she was his stepmom.
Looking down at the placement of the dancefloor tiles being installed she allowed her mind to drift to that night at the club. His warm skin, his deep voice. The way he handled her like he knew what he was doing… She hated that she had been allowing those kinds of thoughts to trickle in about him. Hated, hated that two days ago when she had sex with Leo it was Harry she was thinking about.
She felt like a nasty and disgusting woman. A pervert.
In the early afternoon, the landscaper had gone and the garden looked like it was ready to be filled in with hundreds of people ready to party. She was proud of the way it turned out. It all looked great.
But she was hungry. She’d eat then shower. Hopefully before Harry arrived. If he arrived that evening.
The chef’s kitchen had a lovely granite island with unstained walnut and wide plank hardwood floors. The refrigerator was ridiculously large. Opening up the state-of-the-art appliance she peered inside trying to find something quick to eat. She planned on having cheese tortellini later on. Leo was out for the day and told her not to wait up. That he would be back late. Some conference or something. It wasn’t abnormal for him to be gone for hours or days. She enjoyed the quiet and loved to eat simple dishes when he wasn’t around. Things that she craved like macaroni and cheese, frozen fish sticks, or cheesy tortellini, and a bottle of wine.
She settled on yogurt and a double serving of granola as she sat at the island. She just needed an in-between lunch and dinner snack to tide her over.
Just before she scooped her last bite into her mouth she heard footsteps and then his voice, “Anyone home?”
She quickly scrambled off her stool and stood up just as he entered the kitchen. His dark curls were perfectly placed on his head and he wore a colorful Hawaiian-style shirt and black jeans with leather Chelsea boots.
“Hi! Yeah, was just eating a snack. Uh, make yourself at home, Harry!” Her tone was a bit too perky and she cringed at how silly she sounded.
Harry smiled gently and nodded as he dropped his gaze to her legs and back up, “Yes ma’am. Just gonna take this up to my room first.” He lifted his duffle bag, “Looks really good out there,” gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder, “Looking forward to it.”
“Oh, so glad you like it. It was some work to get everything just right. The guys setting up were so great, though. There are still a few more things to finish up tomorrow but I think for now we’re on track. But um…” she walked to the sink to rinse her bowl out as she looked over her shoulder at Harry, “I’m, uh… just headed to take a shower, though. Haven’t had the chance yet today. So…” she trailed off her sentence. None of what she was saying mattered to him at all. She was sure of that.
Harry puffed out a quick little laugh, “Okay. Yeah. Well, I’ll be in my room.”
Her shower was delightful but her nerves weren’t soothed. She was wound up tight and now that her stepson was here in her house, alone with her… she closed her eyes to compose herself. A ridiculous woman. A dirty and perverted woman. Who thinks of their stepson in this way? It’s absolutely disgusting. Immoral. Depraved. Evil. But it had all begun with that night and the way he danced with her. Innocent. Until it wasn’t.
She stayed in her room for a while. Not sure how she should go about acting casually in front of Harry. After that night at the bar, how could she? They had crossed a line. She had crossed a line. She took responsibility for this whole mess in her mind. She was the one at fault. Harry was only 20. Well, 21 now. Technically his birthday was today.
Fuck! She’d forgotten to wish him happy birthday!
Pulling her leggings up and slipping on a t-shirt she huffed as she paced the room. Well, now she had to go and tell him and also apologize for the state she was in when he arrived and how she’d forgotten and…
Calm down. He probably doesn’t even care, Y/n.
Knocking at his cracked open bedroom door she peeked in to see that Harry wasn’t in there. She looked down the hallway and for some strange reason she stepped into his room and her eyes landed on his laptop that was open.
Porn.
He was watching porn. Y/n let out a surprised laugh and shook her head. She was overstepping so many boundaries. She looked at the screen as she moved away, intending on leaving his bedroom and going to find him when her eyes landed on the title of the video he had up.
Stepmom and Stepson Share a Bed
Her pulse grew fast and her palms began to sweat. Of course, perhaps that meant nothing. Perhaps that was just something he was watching that he found hot and didn’t realize it was stepmom porn or something…
She backed herself out of the room quickly but when she felt his hands on her shoulders and his voice, that fucking voice that sounded like sex, “You okay? Nearly ran me over-“
But he stopped short. He looked at the bed where his laptop was open and realized what she’d seen. He’d been saving his favorite stepmom porn videos lately. This one was just up. He wasn’t actually watching it before he’d stepped out of the room. It had just been on the screen when he closed out the Word doc he was working on for an essay at school.
“Fuck.” He whispered and released her shoulders, “Y/n, I… look that was just-“
Y/n turned with wide eyes and held her hand up quickly, “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have come in here. I was looking for you to um… I was gonna wish you a happy birthday, and I… I’m the one that should be sorry. That…” she pointed toward his bed, “I shouldn’t have seen that.”
Harry was embarrassed. He felt like crawling under the bed and staying there til the day he died. Never to be seen or heard from again. He was so careless to leave that up like that.
He swallowed and ran his hands over his face and shook his head, “Oh my god. Fuck.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Y/n placed her hand on his forearm and pulled one of his arms down, “Look at me.”
Harry opened his eyes and looked at her like she asked, “No worries okay? That was just nothing. It’s just porn. Everyone looks at porn. It’s normal. Okay?”
“Watching stepmom porn is normal?”
Y/n swallowed. She didn’t think he’d directly come out and say that, “Well… I mean… sure. If there’s a category on Pornhub for it that means someone likes it. You’re not the only one.” She tried to laugh but it died in her throat when Harry clenched his jaw and tilted his head back to look up at the ceiling.
“And besides,” her fingers tightened over his arm, “it’s not like that’s about me anyway. Come on… it’s just porn. So don’t-“
“Of course, it’s about you, Y/n. Why else would I be interested in that kind of thing?”
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wayfayrr · 8 months
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-motorcycle anon OMG I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!! i was also thinking of the scenario with Time [i have favoritism okay lol] BUT YOU ABSOLUTELY KILLED IT WITH TWI
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I'm glad you liked it motorcycle 💖💖💖 I've got your request here for Time, and it's been written as a continuation for the one with twi!!
“It’s good to see that you two are alright, the fact you two disappeared earlier was a bit concerning. Given Twilight’s shouting.”
“Sorry about that Time, Twi found my bike and well it kinda spiralled from there.”
Concern is still lacing his features although now he looks more curious than anything like he wants to ask something but isn’t sure whether he has permission to or not. He’s got every reason to be concerned, his “son” was screaming like he’d shattered his ankle earlier and then he wasn’t able to find him until we got in? Yeah, I’d be concerned if I was in his place.
“You clearly want to ask something. Time, you don’t need to be worried about asking me anything alright? If it’s bothering you, which it clearly is, you can just ask.”
“Okay [name], you mentioned ‘your bike’, may I ask what that is?”
“Ah, yeah I’m still not quite used to you guys not knowing everything about my world, not that that’s an issue of course! I can show you if you'd like?”
He’s perked up a bit at that, the same innocent curiosity Twilight had when I offered him a ride, maybe he’d like that... At the very least I should offer it to him, it could help him destress. 
“If you’d like I could take you out for a ride, there’s a lovely hillside road with a perfect view of the sunset. If we leave in the next ten minutes we should be able to make it in time to watch. I could even make up a flask of something warm quickly?”
His blush is enough of a tell that he likes the idea of that so without another word, I got back my safety gear from Twilight, passed it to time and then left the room to quickly make up a flask to bring with us. When I got back to Time it seems Twi managed to help him get everything on so I won’t need to waste any more time helping him with it. All that’s left to do now is get back out to my bike again. 
“Coming then, fairy boy?”
Is there something about me when I invite the boys out like this? First Twilight and now time, it’s like they can’t stop blushing around me and can barely speak. Not like I mind it though, makes it easier to get out and help him sit behind me on my bike and it also seems like Twi’s given him a pointer or two about the best ways to hold me when I’m riding that or he’s a natural. Maybe he has a couple of similar reactions to his relative as well, there’s no harm in pushing my bike a bit faster than I really should to see, is there? I know road safety, and these roads are exclusively used by bikers so nothing bad will happen. 
“This is how you normally travel then? This fast?”
“Not all the time, not this fast anyway.”
He does share their reactions, not all of them but enough to tell they’re family. Time’s more confident, or tries to come off that way although his arms tightening around my waist shows me that he’s not as calm as he’s trying to come across as. Travelling this fast in Hyrule is near impossible though so I can’t hold his fear against him, and he’s trying so hard to come off as brave. Them being adorable has to be genetic. 
“We’re almost there, don’t worry!”
Pushing my bike just a bit harder to get to the perfect viewpoint, he’s not taken my advice to heart choosing instead to hold me closer still. Until we’ve reached our destination, the perfect place to watch the sunset with someone. And with a few minutes to spare on that front, just enough time to find a nice place to stand and pour a drink.
“We're here so you can let go of me, fairy boy. Now tell me, do you think this view’s worth that journey?”
“I think I understand the kind of awe you had in Hyrule, seeing a different type of beauty like this, it’s incredible.”
He kept that slight smile the whole time we stood there through the sunset, I’ll have to drag him out to places like this more often now I know this is the reaction he’ll have.
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baronessblixen · 4 months
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Christmas Cookies For The Soul
Day five: homemade goodies
I'm doing the 24 Days of X-Mas Files Challenge that msrafterdark posted!
Summary: When Mulder doesn't answer his phone, all Scully can do is show up at his apartment to find out what's going on. (season 2, developing relationship/friendship, hurt/comfort; wc: 910)
Tagging @today-in-fic
If Mulder had picked up his phone, she wouldn’t have felt the need to show up at his place. She hasn’t heard from him in over 24 hours and as much as she tries to remind herself that he’s a grown man, she can’t help but be curious. She’s not worried. Or maybe she is a little bit.
He said he doesn’t have plans for Christmas and she almost invited him to her mother’s. Then she changed her mind. It’s not that she doesn’t like the idea of spending Christmas with Mulder. But this is their first year without Ahab. Both her brothers will be there, and Missy.
None of them are saying it, but Scully knows they’re all going to be there because she almost wasn’t. Her abduction is a sore topic for everyone and they avoid it at all costs. Having Mulder there would make things more complicated.
It takes Mulder so long to open the door that for a moment she wonders if he’s even home. When his head peeks through, his eyes look small and his nose is slightly swollen and red. She immediately changes into doctor’s mode, all her alarm clocks going off.
“Mulder, are you okay?”
“What are you doing here?” His voice sounds sleepy and nasal. “I thought you were spending Christmas at your mother’s.”
“I am,” she says. “You didn’t answer your phone and I- I wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas before I left. I haven’t heard from you in over a day.” Now that the words are out, she realizes how ridiculous they sound. Ever since her abduction, they’ve talked almost daily. Whether during the week or on the rare weekends that they don't have a case. Not hearing from Mulder is never a good sign. Seeing him like this only proves it.
“I’m fine,” he says, but doesn’t sound like it at all. “Thank you for checking on me.”
“Do you have everything you need?” She glances past him but the apartment is dark. He was probably sleeping – or trying to – when she knocked on his door. “I still have some time. I could get you-” He laughs softly and then smiles, disarming her.
“I have everything I need, Doc.”
“Are you sure? You still have the Tylenol I gave you the other day, right? Tea, Mulder? You need to drink lots of fluids. You know, maybe I should call my mother and call this whole thing off.”
“Scully, I appreciate your concern, and I consider you a brilliant doctor, but even you can’t cure the common cold. Now go, before you catch it, too.” She knows he’s right but that doesn’t make leaving him any easier.
“I’ll call you,” she warns him. “Every day. Okay?” He laughs again and it turns into a coughing fit. Scully pats his back gently and once he’s calmed down, presses the back of her hand against his forehead. Way too warm for her liking. “You get some rest, all right? And answer your phone or I’ll show up here again.”
“Got it, Doc.”
There’s nothing more to say or do, and yet, she’s standing there, staring at him. Can she really leave him like this? What would her mother do? That’s when she remembers the sugar cookies she made that are waiting in the car. All four kids were told to bring a dessert and Scully had decided to make her grandmother’s famous sugar cookies. She’ll have to show up empty-handed but her decision is made.
“I have something for you,” she says, smiling at him. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’m not leaving.” She feels Mulder watch her as she hurries down the stairs to her car, unwilling to wait for the elevator. The cookies are in the trunk, in a box her mother lent her ages ago that she meant to return tonight. Knowing how much her mother likes Mulder, she thinks she’ll understand. When she returns, Mulder is still in the exact same place she left him.
“Here,” she says, handing him the box. “These are for you.” Mulder opens it and lifts her eyes to hers. She can’t tell if he’s touched by her gesture or if his eyes are glassy from his fever.
“Thank you, Scully. They look delicious.”
“I made them last night,” she explains. “It’s my grandmother’s recipe. We always fought over who got to lick the dough when she made them. Then we fought over who got to try the first, warm cookie.” She shakes her head, trying not to lose herself in the memory.
“Let me guess: you won.”
“Sometimes,” she says with a smile. “I hope you like them. Merry Christmas, Mulder.”
“I know I’ll love them.” He picks out a heart-shaped sugar cookie and stuffs it into his mouth. “I was right,” he says with his mouth full. “Tell your mom hi from me, okay?”
“I will. And you answer your phone.” It’s an order and he nods. “You’ll be fine?” She just has to ask him one more time.
“I’ll be fine. I have these cookies to keep me company. Now go. I don’t want you to catch this cold and miss out on Christmas.”
She considers hugging him but decides against it. Instead, she gives him a small nod and he smiles at her in return. As she leaves, feeling his eyes on her back, she realizes she’ll miss him. That’s something she’ll have to think about another day.
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justchobi · 1 year
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“are you done yet?”
TLOU2! joel x platonic!reader (or pedro joel, whatever makes u happy)
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warnings: nothing tbh, just joel being a grumpy old dad.
summary: after a shift of checking for hoards with joel, you guys decide to ride back to jackson a bit early. due to your curiosity, you end up talking to him longer than joel appreciated.
A/N: hi guys.. erm, this is a "found family" fic, so the reader is pretty much a teen. if this gets any recognition and you repost, don't repost as like a relationship type deal, plz and thx :p also, im like 14 so please excuse how awful the writing is, i'm still trying to get used to it lol
you walk close to joel after you did a few rounds outside of Jackson. with your earbuds in your ears, joel climbs onto the horse before lifting you to sit in front of him. clicking the pause button, you remove the buds and stuff them in your pocket. joel grabs the rein and kicks the horses side as it begins to gallop, slowly picking up speed. it was awkward between the two of you.
“soo..” you started off. “did you hear how dina and ellie are thinking of getting married?” it was painfully silent.
“yes.” he said. his voice was rough but quiet. you keep your grip around his waist the same. “i don’t know if she wants me at the wedding.”
the atmosphere was tense. it was obvious he didn’t feel like talking, let alone to a curious kid. you thought to yourself, should i keep talking? “well, maybe you should ask her. you’re like her dad anyways, right?” he nodded his head before keeping it low.
“you think you’ll get married, joel?” he whipped his head around and glared at you. his eyes said “what are you talking about?” it caused you to laugh. “kid, what are you saying?” you caved in and started giggling. “i didn’t mean it in a bad way! just.. ya know, curious. anyone back home that catches your eye?” he shook his head.
“of course not, son. i prefer being alone. i don’t need a partner.” you look at him. he hadn’t told you about his past, but joel was a handsome man. there was no way he didn’t have a wife before all of this. “you didn’t have a wife before? or even a husband?” he hesitated at first, but opened up. “i did. she uh, left me. so i just had to take care of my daughter alone. it wasn’t too hard.”
“by daughter, do you mean-“
“no, i had a daughter before ellie. sarah.” he rubbed in between his eyes. “i’ll tell you later, ‘kay kiddo? just.. stop asking me questions for right now.”
you looked at him, sticking your tongue out behind his back. the sky got darker and the cold continued to increase in temperature. you held onto him tighter to stay warm.
“what’s your favorite thing in the whole world?” you could hear him groan. “pure silence without the voice of an annoying kid.” you chuckled with pride. “come on, old man. just answer the question!” it was quiet before he spoke again. “ i guess..” he thought for a few seconds. “movies. loved ‘em since i was a little boy.”
smiling, you lay your head on his back. it started to get warmed now that you were closer to him. and he didn’t seem to mind the fact you were practically glued to him. “maybe we could watch a movie later? when you have time, of course.”
he silent nodded his head. “i would like that.” you could hear a smile form on his face.
after your trip with him, you leap off the horse and put your bag on. you holding onto the animal for support while you put on some sneakers. coincidentally, joel place his hand on yours as you meet eyes. “hey, before you go kiddo..” he gave you a soft smile. “uh, thanks for the talk. it was short but.. i appreciate it.”
“psh. no need to thank me, dad-“ you catch yourself. no way you just said that. you put your foot back down and stomped away without looking back. hearing joel’s chuckles from behind, you wave goodbye. so embarrassing.. “i’ll see you later, joel.. looking forward to that movie night.”
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storiesbyjes2g · 5 months
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3.38 Yuppies
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Dad had only just celebrated his elder birthday, and was still relatively young and virile, but I remained cautiously aware of his situation changing daily. He complained about his back more and ran less. But even if his age weren't a factor, his interest in athletic pursuits was not nearly as high as mine. Still, I didn't want him to miss an opportunity and asked if he felt like jogging around the Aboretum in Gilbert Gardens. Inviting him on my excursions was weird sometimes because I didn't want to make him feel obligated, and this adventure would be a long one. I probably should have worded the question better, though, because he gave me the deepest of side eye.
"Let me get dressed," he said.
That was the exact situation he didn't want back when we were talking about me living with him. He didn't want a babysitter, and I didn't want to be one. But sometimes I felt like I had to. Hopefully, as we both got used to this transition he was going through, I could find balance.
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The weather was gorgeous. It was warm, partly cloudy, and the perfect day for a run in a serene location. I had seen bits of the trail here and there and was curious about how long was the whole thing. Between not knowing and being conscious of Dad, I paced myself and made sure we took breaks. Those made perfect opportunities for us to stretch and stay hydrated.
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At the end of the trail, we sat at one of the many picnic tables in the area across the street from the rec center. Dad asked if I had talked to Sophia yet, and I told him I had hung out with her yesterday.
"Oh! So that's where you were all day. Good for you. So, how do you feel?"
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I felt a lot of things, heh. At some point, I'd need to talk to him about that bit of fear that wouldn't go away, but I didn't feel like it was the time or place for a deep, personal conversation.
"I can't wait to see her again."
He smiled.
"I'm happy for you."
Our neighbor Eleanor, Chi Chi's mother-in-law, spotted us and came over to say hello.
"I see you boys have discovered the best spot in San Sequoia. How are you enjoying the city so far?"
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"It's great," Dad said.
"I grew up here, you know. My family had a tiny little place out in Hopewell Hills back when it was just called 'the hills.'"
She talked about how her family had helped to revitalize the area and rebrand it as a nice little suburban area to raise a family. Over time, however, the yuppies who moved to the neighborhood were better off financially, which subsequently changed the vibe and reputation, undoing everything her family had worked so hard to create.
"Do you have other children?" she asked.
"A daughter. She's living in Mt. Komorebi for now."
"Oh! A little adventurer, huh? I love taking care of children. My favorite age is when we can play together, ha ha!"
They spoke about parent stuff for a little while, and I just sat there and observed. She was a little strange to me, but as they spoke, the more I approved of this little friendship brewing. Dad never had many friends, and he definitely closed himself off after the divorce. Hopefully, living in this friendly town would change that.
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aladaylessecondblog · 2 months
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3:47:37 (raphael x tav pt. 5)
Author's Note: struggling a bit with the Bane-possessed Gortash but I got some raphael/tav for you.
Warning: noncon, orgasm control & delay, incubus spit/venom etc.
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Sometimes, Tav thought, she thought Cald must prefer his dire raven form to his regular one. She would go to call him in for dinner and find that he'd made his own dinner out of a frog and a few fish. Or tell him it was bath day, and later find him flapping about in the water, cleaning his feathers as a bird would.
He could go whole days in that form, and she jokingly thought that he had more druid in him than he perhaps thought.
"Cald, I was wondering," she said, "I'm not pressing, only curious. Why do you enjoy being a raven so much?"
He looked up at her with his dark eyes. Gortash's eyes.
"I can fly," he said quietly, "I get to go a lot farther than...just here. I can feel the storms when they come. And after flying for a while, I don't know...I start feeling...more like a raven, I guess. I don't know. I don't have to be...here anymore...I'm sorry, mama."
Tav gave a slight smile. "You want to leave, I know. You don't have to apologize for that. I don't want to stay here either, but...it's the safest place we can be at the moment. And inside of a year we'll be able to leave."
"Then can we meet all those people you told me about? And go to the Underdark? And Baldur's Gate?!"
"Of course, Cald. Of COURSE we can." she smiled.
"And...and will you show me...who my father is?"
A clench in her chest. Tav tried to keep her face calm but from the way Cald reacted it was obvious she'd failed.
"If--if that's okay. I mean. I mean, I...I know he won't know me. Or you. Or remember anything. I just want to know who he is. I want to SEE him."
"I understand," Tav replied quietly, "Cald, when the time comes, I will find a way for you to see your father. I promise."
She hugged him, tightly, and held in a sob. The poor boy deserved better than what he was getting--but if Gortash did not remember, there was nothing for it.
Thou, or thy son. Should you choose your son, your other self will no longer remember him.
But if I choose myself...then my son will cease to be. I choose him. I choose my son.
Thou art certain?
I have never been more certain of anything.
"Mama? You're holding me too tight."
Tav blinked, and let go of Cald.
"I'm sorry...I was just...remembering your father, was all. He loved you. He loved you so much, he..." She tried to smile for it, but it was a shaky one. "He didn't have a good father, but he was the best one I've ever known."
It warmed her heart to see the smile on his face then, and the rest of the day passed tranquilly away...with the exception of his falling asleep at his little workbench, building a little bird out of some scrap metal.
Tav carried him to bed, covered him up, and smiled at him once again.
Then she walked back past the fireplace--
--and stopped cold.
Raphael was seated at the tea table, pouring himself a cup as though he had been there all night when she hadn't seen him in weeks.
"You might start giving me some warning when you're going to come," she said, taking the seat across from him. "Suppose Cald had been here?"
"I keep too close an eye on you to make that particular mistake," he smirked. "I want as much as you do to avoid his finding out about our...trysts."
Tav took a slow sip from her own cup and kept her eyes down. "Tell me," she said, "What happens when I have...worked off...the debt?"
"Why? Are you eager to add more time? Look at me, Tav."
Her head snapped up automatically, and met Raphael's smirking gaze.
"It will mean you're relieved of my company. And as much as I know you will regret it..."
"The only thing I will regret is that it can't happen sooner." Tav couldn't help letting the barb slip out. She couldn't stand the sight of him but his command had left her unable to tear her eyes away from him.
"Now, now, my pet, I am sure you don't mean that." There was a pause. "I know you want me."
"I don't," she replied, straining against the command in her mind. "I couldn't possibly want you less."
She was exhausted, frankly--mentally, physically--and the earlier conversation with Cald about Gortash had rubbed her nerves raw. Raphael's teasing was as a spark to tinder.
He didn't react at first. He sipped at the tea and stared at her over the rim of the teacup.
"You seem, Tav," he replied in a soft tone, "To have forgotten who you're speaking to."
"A devil."
"Mmm, of course. That part you remember."
How could I FORGET?
There was a chuckle as the empty cup was sat back down on the table. Raphael studied his right hand for a moment, and then flicked his eyes back up at her.
"Stand up."
Tav obeyed.
"Sit back down. Get on your knees. Get back up."
Each time he spoke her body attempted to obey, until he finally issued the last order and she was left standing in place. In the meantime Raphael sat quietly, not moving an inch, his face impassive and unreadable.
"You seem to have forgotten something very, very important, my dear Tav," and he stood as he went on, reaching a hand up. "Can you tell me what that fact is?"
"I--"
Raphael gestured, and suddenly--Tav was choking. She reached her hands up and began to shake from the effort of trying and failing to breathe.
"So long as you still have TIME left on your debt," he said, speaking slowly as she continued to struggle, "I. Own. You. If you died this moment you would appear in my House of Hope and you would never see Faerun or that noisy brat of yours again."
The grey tunnel was rising, panic along with it. She was sure she was dead--
And then, suddenly, Raphael let go. Tav fell to the floor, and gasped for breath.
"Do you think I enjoy hurting you like that? I didn't wish to do so, you know, but you made it necessary. And let me just add--if you harbor any delusional hopes of killing me, the same goes there. I won't stay dead, my defiant little mouse. I'll simply reappear in Avernus...and right next to me you'll be. For the rest of eternity."
Tav stayed on her knees, hardly daring to move, scolding herself for getting so mouthy. Now--she wasn't sure what to do. He wouldn't strike her, she thought--but then again, she'd never have thought he'd choke her either...
Her heart was racing with fear as she stood on his command.
"But it is, I suppose, a fair charge for you to lay at my feet. That you do not want me." Raphael lifted his chin and looked down his nose at her. After a moment's pause, as he took in the sight of her standing there trembling before him, "So perhaps...we should fix that."
One moment Tav was standing beside her tea table--the next, she was in the boudoir.
"Oh, the master returns!" Haarlep's voice sounded off from the direction of the bed. "And you brought your little plaything with you, how delightful!"
Raphael moved behind her and raised his hands to her shoulders. "You've served quite well of late, Haarlep, and I thought I would make a gift of her time to you...with a few conditions."
"Everything from you comes with a cost. Before I say yes, what are these...conditions?"
Tav stiffened as she heard Raphael's chuckle sounded off in her ear.
"My pet's been behaving badly, so I need her taught a lesson...a very simple one. You can't have her soul. But I'm giving you forty-five minutes to please yourself with her body. I want her to enjoy herself, but...she isn't to finish. Can you manage that?"
Haarlep's expression shifted into gleeful maliciousness.
"Unless," Raphael added, "She tells you she wants me."
In a harsh whisper his voice then tickled Tav's ear.
"Obey, my pet, in everything asked of you. But whether you yield to the conditions is up to you."
"I'll have it done inside of ten minutes," Haarlep smirked more deeply, "Unless you'd prefer me to take my time."
Raphael moved away to take a seat beneath one of his portraits before he answered.
"By all means, be slow about it."
Oh, you smug son of a bitch...I'll beat you. I'll beat you EASY. Tav took a deep breath and steeled herself. 45 minutes with an incubus, she could handle that. If he'd thought she couldn't handle being edged, he was wrong.
Deep breath.
The longer I hold out the more time I get cut off the debt. I HAVE to last the whole 45 minutes...
"Come along, my dear," Haarlep said, tugging Tav toward the bed, "It's not often I get a visitor, and even more rare one that...our master allows to be shared."
She followed, and undressed when prompted to do so. Haarlep pushed her onto her back and for a few moments indulged themselves in a deep kiss. Just the touch of that saliva was enough to make Tav tingle, but it was when she made the mistake of gulping that she began to feel even warmer.
Kisses were trailed down her neck, over her collarbone. Their lips teased and then bit softly at the peak of her nipple. Tav groaned softly as a damp trail was swirled over and around it, until the bud beneath their tongue had hardened.
There was no need to shift their form, not like this.
Tav took a breath, blinked, and suddenly Haarlep's mouth was moving even lower.
"Bring your knees up, my dear," they said, "Open yourself to me, and let me feast upon you."
Her body obeyed automatically, as it did when Raphael gave an order. She breathed deep, then tried and failed to stifle a moan as Haarlep's tongue swept over her clit.
Tav stared up, up at the ceiling, trying to find something, anything else to focus on.
A stroke, a press, a caress. The spread of that cursed saliva THERE had her burning. She was already throbbing, but she refused to fall at the first temptation to do so. No. It hadn't even been two minutes, she wouldn't, couldn't, let herself be beaten that easily.
"Such a sweet thing you are," came Haarlep's teasing voice, "Would you not like the master to join us?"
"No--" Tav forced out.
"Of course not. You and I can have fun all on our own."
She could almost hear Raphael's sudden change of posture in the corner. There was suddenly an aura of displeasure.
But it passed when her moans grew suddenly louder and more guttural. Her hand moved to the back of Haarlep's head, gripping tightly at their hair.
Come on, I know you don't want to stop, disobey him just for ONCE.
She hardly realized how she was moving against that tongue until its movement stopped.
"Let go."
Her hand obeyed, and Haarlep moved up, looking with delighted glee at Tav. "So needy, my pet. But I must obey the master of the house...and the master has deigned not to allow you release."
Tav almost gave in. Almost immediately she bit her tongue. No. No, she wouldn't fall at that little. No matter how much she burned. No matter how much that throbbing between her legs urged her to do otherwise.
"Please--" She yielded that much, just to give her straining will a slight release of its own.
"Ah, ah, ah, those aren't the words our master needs to hear, and you know it." Haarlep's tone softened, growing more persuasive. "Just give him the words, and I will do all you could possibly desire."
Tav shook her head.
"Stubborn thing. But I suppose you want to draw it out...which I won't deny is also appealing..."
She was ordered to turn over, as Haarlep took a spot at the head of the bed.
"Your turn," they replied, gesturing. "He says you've got a talented tongue, so let me see you use it."
Tav took a deep breath and raised herself enough to take their hard cock into her mouth. She sucked at it eagerly, hoping perhaps if she got them off, it might be enough to end this early. However that worked...maybe the refractory period for an incubus was practically nothing...
Haarlep's spit was enough to make her throb...and the taste of their pre was that--but amplified. Her tongue worked quickly, lapping eagerly at every drop, and Tav groaned at the surge of desire it sent through her body.
A hand on the back of her head, then a squeeze that quickly followed.
"That's right, just like that..."
Tav moved her head down to take more, and when Haarlep began to buck beneath her she yielded to the movement.
Why does this taste so GOOD?
She kept her head bobbing, and snuck a hand down beneath her. A lash of Haarlep's tail against her ass soon followed.
"Naughty thing, aren't you? No. No touching yourself."
She clenched at the sheet beneath her as her tongue teased at the underside of the cock's head, drawing out more of the pre she was already craving. She'd only just tasted it and all she could think was more.
But every drop her tongue swept up only fueled the fire in her belly, and she was wetter than she'd ever been.
"Oh, do you like that?"
Yes, she thought, Gods, yes...
Suddenly there was pain in her skull, and her head was being pulled back. She found herself trying to move back down to get more, but Haarlep wouldn't let her.
"It seems it's me she craves, master." There was a laugh. "But we've only passed ten minutes..."
Only ten minutes? It feels like so much longer.
Tav's eyes were watering, and she was beginning to sweat.
"Please, Haarlep, just a little more."
"No. No more of my cock for your mouth. You won't learn anything if I just give you what you want."
Heat. Heat, everywhere.
"Spill inside her," Raphael's voice sounded off then, "It's not as though we must worry about your seeds taking root."
Tav's next breath was shaky. She didn't move an inch, as Haarlep maneuvered around and brought her ass up a little further. Just the tease of their cock against her soaked cunt was enough to have her keening for more.
"Say the words, my pet," Haarlep purred.
Tav lowered her head and bit into her fist to keep herself quiet.
They thrust forward, filling her in one smooth stroke. She couldn't stifle the wanton sound that the motion forced from her throat, nor the ones that followed as Haarlep started thrusting.
"Oh, you DO like this, don't you?"
"Yes," Tav groaned, "Yes, I..."
Words wouldn't come comprehensibly in sentences; she could only manage one or two words. Pleasure was all she could think and feel. Justifications sounded off in her mind--she had been bad, if she only said the words he would have what he wanted and he'd allow her to finish. One little apology, that was all it would take.
It rose higher and higher, the knot coiled tight--and after what felt like an endless climb, Haarlep's body jerked and she felt their fruitless spend.
"Oh, gods..." She gave off a high moan. It was almost enough. She was close to coming, so achingly close, and yet it wasn't enough merely to have his seed inside her. Again she tried to reached down, and again she was told to stop.
"No more of that, or I won't touch you at all," Haarlep promised darkly. "Would you like that? To lay here and watch me serve our master, with my delectable venom coursing through your veins?"
"No--no--" Tav reached back up. Her face was wet, and she couldn't remember any tears falling but they must have been because why else would they be there? "Please, let me finish."
Silence.
The desperation only deepened when Haarlep withdrew from her. To be empty with this throbbing desire was oceans beyond discomfort, it was absolute torture.
"All you need do is say the words, my pet. But you're still being stubborn. Don't you WANT to finish?"
She was pulled up, and her head turned so a kiss could be planted on her lips. One hand stroked briefly between her legs, and once more--almost! But the feeling fell away as the hand was brought to her lips.
"Take a taste, my dear. If you thought my spit got you going..."
No, I can't TAKE any more of this
But she obeyed. She obeyed because she had no other choice but to do it. She opened her mouth to lick at the sticky seed on Haarlep's fingers, only to have them jammed into her mouth. The other hand was groping at one of her breasts.
Tav couldn't bite her tongue or fist to bring herself back to reality, and her hips rolled uselessly, begging for something to move against.
The burn intensified in a way she would never have dreamed of. The most sensual lovemaking, the most eager tongue-work, could not have prepared her for the swell of ecstasy that the taste of Haarlep's semen would send through her body.
The haze was too much. She blinked, and found herself on her knees again, her tongue moving over Haarlep's cock once more.
When...?
Another blink and she was looking down as Haarlep encouraged her to move. At least, she thought that was what was being told her, she couldn't think. Only feel.
Time and time again she was brought to the point of climax, and every single one she was denied. She opened her eyes again and found herself on her back and looking up at--Raphael?
"Have you had enough yet, little mouse? Will you let yourself yield? Will you say the words?"
When had he come over? When had he shed his clothes? She couldn't remember...
"Poor delirious thing..."
There was the press of his cock against her cunt, and it was almost enough to make her climax on the spot.
(Where had Haarlep gone?)
Raphael began to grind his cock over her clit...but agonizingly slowly. It was too much and not enough all at once.
"Please--"
"That's not what I need to hear, and you KNOW it."
She took in a sharp breath as he thrust a couple inches inside her, and then pulled back.
Too much, not enough. To be filled even a little, and then to be empty again! She needed more, or she'd lose her mind.
"Please--"
"The words, Tav. And remember what you are. Remember who I am."
"I--" she gulped softly, and brought her hips up. "Please--master--"
Shaky breathing. Yielding had never been so painful and pleasing at once as it was now.
"I want you."
The next thrust was overwhelming and sent a thrill through her body. She found herself raising her hands to Raphael's sides, squeezing tightly, no longer even caring how smug he looked or how pleased he was with himself. She was finally, FINALLY going to--
Without warning, Tav was finally struck by climax.
It was all-consuming, earth-shattering, devastating, all at once. The ecstasy which had been left to boil in inaction suddenly burst and overflowed, soaking her to the bone in pure pleasure and forcing a moan from her throat that would have put even the best whores to shame. Five, six, seven, eight glorious, wonderful seconds she shuddered, so wracked with ecstasy that she didn't even notice Raphael's own end.
And then, suddenly, the heady heat passed on, and she was brought to reality.
Haarlep was gone, and she was curled up against Raphael.
"I do hope," came his satisfied voice, "That you have learned your lesson."
She was too tired to say very much. The high had passed, the warm afterglow was threatening to do so too, and Tav wanted nothing more than to sleep. But she knew she couldn't let herself fall asleep HERE of all places.
Defeat rushed in. He'd won. He always did.
"Of course," Tav said quietly. "I...I was...I didn't mean to go so far, I was only..."
"If I want defiance I will ask for it. I expect no more back talk from you for the rest of your time. And speaking of which..."
She looked up eagerly.
"Three hours, one minute, and fifteen seconds. I'm almost impressed that you last the entire forty-five minutes. You are quite a resilient thing, aren't you?"
After a few minutes more in his arms she was allowed to sit up and redress. She was told to do the same for Raphael, and the moment he was decent the boudoir faded.
They were back again.
"If you ever backtalk me again," he said, "Next time, I won't give you an option to yield. Next time, I'll burn two hours if I have to, in order to get the point across. You, everything you are, you are MINE, until that time has been run out. Your highs, your lows, your pleasure, all of it is under my control. And don't forget it."
Then he was gone. Tav stumbled off, not to bed, but towards the bathing area.
Not, she thought, That any scent could get the stink of his cherry-coated hellfire off my skin.
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pauls1967moustache · 6 months
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Hellooo!!! Could we have your dvd commentary on this snippet from my beloved ‘tomorrow I’ll miss you’ please?! (even though you already did such a good job at showing their feelings)
"You know, he didn't want me to come today," Paul tells him. He says it as a joke—to demonstrate the state of George's protective paranoia—but John doesn't laugh. A perplexed, little frown creases between his brows, instead.
"What do you mean?"
Paul feels embarrassed for a moment, his cheeks warming starkly against the cool autumn air around them. He's realises it might have sounded like a bigger deal than it really is, what with John going all serious on him.
"George thinks it's this whole thing like—" he stutters out, trying not to go too obviously red. He takes a breath, focusing on the burning end of his cigarette instead of John. "Well, he has this daft idea in his head like it's going to be Hamburg all over again or summat, you know. Like we're going to become best mates in an afternoon, and then you'll disappear, and he'll have to deal with me."
It's not exactly what George said, but Paul can tell it was what he meant.
Do you want me to come with you? George asked him, in that same conversation about the book event.
I dunno if I'm going, yet. I'll probably have to work, anyway, but if you want to see him you should go, Paul had told him.
And then George said: I'll go if you wanna go—his voice all gentle, like he was trying to reassure Paul of something.
George always fucking did that—talked about John like he was only ever Paul's friend. It frustrates Paul. Makes him feel embarrassed for bringing John up in conversation, when it isn't that he's desperate to talk about John, or whatever George seems to think. John's a thing they share. Paul brings him up because he figures George might like to talk about him, too, from time to time. But then George always turns sarcastic, or wary, and it ruins the mood of whatever story Paul wanted to reminisce about in the first place.
And really, Paul doesn't always want to deal with it; so he didn't say anything else about the book event, and he didn't say anything this morning, when he decided he was going to go.
"Why would he have to deal with you?" John asks, his voice even enough that Paul figures he—thankfully—hasn't noticed Paul's unplanned embarrassment about his flub.
"I don't know," Paul shrugs, taking another drag of his smoke. "He's not my bloody keeper."
He notices John watching him carefully, out of the corner of his eye. He holds out the cigarette in offering, not sure what it is John expects.
For the DVD commentary game
Ooh, I actually have lots to say about this one! For starters, when I was outlining this fic I was very precise about the reveal of information. I knew this scene was going to be the reveal of their relationships: first Paul's wife, then John's lover, then what happened in Hamburg with each other.
But I didn't originally have an introduction to that yet, they just went straight into talking about Paul's wife. I wanted it to be a bit more fo a shock than that though, and I didn't feel like the fic had addressed George enough up to that point (something I felt like John would've asked about, but didn't fit in anywhere else). So I wrote that they start by talking about George, and once Paul accidentally hints that maybe what happened in Hamburg had more of a significant effect on him than John believes, John gets curious/desperate enough to bring up the wife Paul hasn't mentioned at all.
The other thing is that later on in the fic, we learn just how devastated Paul actually was by what happened after Hamburg when we get that flashback to Paul crying when he realises that John's genuinely never coming back, and George finds him. This is like one of the first scenes I had for the fic, and again - I planned this very precisely - so I couldn't really get into just how upset he was yet, because it's going to come up later. I could only hint at it.
The good thing about this fic is that Paul is the denial king, so his POV is tailor-made for that kind of unreliable narrator nonsense. Paul never really acknowledges his feelings, but I could give an idea that they were there by using George's protectiveness. Paul says George had to deal with him, but we don't yet know what that really means.
And then, bringing George into it created this whole backstory of George as the one who had to put Paul back together after the heartbreak John caused him. Like, my brain went into detail about this. There's a whole mini-fic of George's post-Hamburg POV in my head. So George knows what seeing John again will mean to Paul, and he is rightfully concerned about how that will turn out given that from his POV John ditched them both and then Paul was so devastated he almost quit music entirely.
George kind of doesn't like John anymore because of this, which is why he doesn't join in on Paul's John stories the way Paul likes. But Paul doesn't like to feel judged, so naturally, he doesn't want to actually be honest about his desire to see John - even if George sees right through it. George is trying to leave space for Paul to be vulnerable about all the John-related feelings this is surely bringing up to the surface and Paul is going, no thanks! because he knows George won't approve, (and he just doesn't like talking about his feelings).
John is obviously not aware of any of this and is just trying to figure out what the fuck he'll have to deal with me is supposed to mean.
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Moar Asheera image 👉👈?
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Well, I decided to start a very fast Asheera run through with some mods. Basically "play this game in the easiest possible way so I can focus entirely on Asheera's feelings about the companions' reactions and motivations" for some writerly inspiration. Plus, I've been feeling the need to re-experience everything and get some Act 1 and 2 screenshots/saves.
I know there's some nasty quest item related bugs right now, but I completely avoided any sort of bugs in my first playthrough so fingers crossed!
Anyways, where was I? Ah yes.
Nautiloid business. Freed Shadowheart. Woke up on the beach, etc.
I'm trying to focus on roleplaying Asheera here, and she was definitely tempted to look at the artefact but this Shadowheart - what a strange name, Asheera would think - knew a fair bit on the nautiloid. So, awake she goes. They naturally decided to group up for safety in numbers. Shadowheart's cagey about a lot of things, but now's not the time to think about it.
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Next, the pair had a run-in with a few intellect devourers, but they were no problem. A few sword slashes and mace hits and they were good as dead.
Also, this is where I mention that I cheated in a bunch of gear because I really don't want to interact with anything but the companions, a few NPCs (like Rolan) and the main quest. I plan on doing this run in a few big sessions over a weekend or two!
When it comes to Gale, Asheera's first impression is that he's a strange, strange man. She thinks he needs to just get to the point sometimes. She of course said #2 here. (Again, pay no mind to the get up lmao)
But a wizard is a fine companion on a dangerous journey, even if he's a bit odd. Then again, aren't all wizards?
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Up next, they had a little run-in with the warrior from the nautiloid. How curious, she's all stranded up in this cage? It's no matter, Asheera convinces a pair of tieflings to go away so that she can talk to this woman again. She's even more knowledgeable about the mind flayers than Gale or Shadowheart it seems.
Asheera is naturally convinced of a cure and committed to finding one, which immediately makes Lae'zel warm up to her. Even just a little. (Side note: I hate Lae'zel's new dismissal to camp dialogue. Why is she soft right away?)
Side note pt. deux: Shadowheart is starting to regret trusting Asheera after this whole... let Lae'zel out thing. She says she trusts Asheera, but I think at this point she's starting to reassess things.
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The group follows the tieflings' directions to the camp they called out only to find a band of adventurers being attacked by goblinoids. They call out a war cry to "the Absolute," whatever that is. After they're dispatched, the party meets another friendly tadpoled face.
Wyll is familiar to Asheera because of his moniker, and it's nice to put a face to the name. It's also a bit odd to find out someone she considers a real Hero is a fair bit younger than her. He's teaching a young tiefling how to distract someone in a fight long enough to run away, and Asheera thinks that it's A) super wholesome and B) clever to focus on the child's ability to confuse and confound if things ever got to be that bad.
Also, Asheera is beginning to see all these refugees and after talking to them she realizes they're likely from Elturel. As a Baldurian, she should be a bit frazzled by them. Some part of her probably is a bit annoyed to be helping people from what is essentially the rival school equivalent. But seeing children potentially in danger tempers that a fair bit.
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Side note: Asheera laughed at this line from Shadowheart (there's a couple very fun, jokey lines Asheera says this early on for sure)
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Asheera decides it's time to talk to the leaders of this place, and she gets wrapped in a whole thing with some girl named Arabella (side note: seeing her with her parents again legit almost made me cry)
I think this is a great time to talk about the fact that I'm using an Approval Dialogue mod. I want to see options when they conflict with companions' approvals and what the weighting implies. This won't always work since I'm going with my "canon" paths for everyone again, but it's something that I want to be able to see and think about from time to time.
This one where you talk to Kagha comes up after you can persuade her to let Arabella go (+1 to a bunch of approvals, but for right now I want to focus on Shadowheart for obvious reasons)
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She has nothing to say about 1 or 3, but she gets a huge boost from 2. That's definitely the Sharran in her speaking through, but I do think part of it is her current mindset of pure survival instinct. If it was strictly "I'm a big evil Sharran" rather than whatever fucked up cocktail her brain is at this moment in the game, I think she would have some disapproval for 1 and IMO she might even enjoy 3 a little bit. But she doesn't necessarily mind 1 in particular, which is what Asheera says. It's a bit surprising to Asheera that Shadowheart doesn't have a comment on that. Worth noting for our half-orc.
She gets her hand pain here for the first time, but when Asheera asks about it the topic is stonewalled pretty quickly. Same with Shadowheart recognizing Dark Justiciars in one of the druids' wall murals. Fair enough. Asheera's a fair bit suspicious at this point, but they've got a unified goal and a paladin can cross that bridge when she comes to it.
Oh, and I got the wolf saving throw here which I didn't expect her to fail! It was fun having Asheera and Shadowheart talk about that so quickly. They're still a bit wary of each other, it's after all only the first (second?) day that they've even known each other. I think that Asheera would hear someone ask for comfort in a deep-seated fear and she would offer the simplest thing she can: protection. Shadowheart likely just sees it as a simple kindness given the way she words this, but I think it's very telling that just being... barely nice to her warms her to Asheera so quickly.
This is where Shadowheart's internal calculus shifts back to trusting Asheera again. Maybe she's a bit foolish about trusting Lae'zel, but there are worse people to have as a de facto leader in a situation like this.
(Also, I caught Asheera blinking lmao)
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Summed up, Asheera's thoughts so far...
If this ceremorphosis is so deadly and swift, why are they all still alive?
The refugees need her help, and she's going to drag half this party into helping them if she has to.
Helping Elturians is not what she expected to be doing, but she also didn't expect to have a tadpole crammed in her brain so. You know.
Shadowheart is curious, secretive, and more than a little untrustworthy. She also approves of helping out the refugee children and seems a bit surprised to be offered basic kindness. So there's definitely more to her than the cold exterior shows, but Asheera can't quite figure it out yet. It could all be a façade. Asheera also has a thing for elven women with a little bite and wit.
Gale is an odd man with useful talents. He's been all right so far, being it's barely been a few hours, but of course a wizard would know to hide any ulterior motives right away. Asheera's suspicious of him and his kind demeanor.
Wyll and Lae'zel are the two that Asheera finds refreshing because it's clear what they want. Wyll wants to kill some devil, and Lae'zel is blunt about curing the parasite and going back to her people. They're easier than Gale and Shadowheart, even if Asheera is very lukewarm about Lae'zel. Wyll's a legend though, so she's just hoping this isn't a "don't meet your heroes" type situation.
Anyways, it was late when I decided to do this and I have other plans for the night. Next time, meeting Karlach and vampire boy and who knows what other fun moments! Toodles.
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FFXIV Write 2023: A Journey of Remembrance Day 6: "Ring" ♫
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"I thought we were headed to Ishgard today"
"We are, I just needed to make a stop to see Tataru about a few things. Then I figured we could make our way through Coerthas. It's my birthplace after all, I know all the shortcuts" Ki'to explained, making his way through to the Rising Stones. G'raha trailed behind him, curiosity piqued.
"Good morning~" Ki'to sang, looking around for their lalafellin friend. He heard clambering and a few boxes topple before the pink visage of Tataru rounded the corner.
"Well hello, you two! I wasn't expecting you so early!"
"It's nearly midday, is your chronometer off?"
"Apparently!" she said, glaring at the timekeeper on her desk, "Anyway, early or not, I just finished up your orders so no need to worry"
"Ever reliable! Whatever would we do without you, Tataru my dear?" Ki'to said with a laugh, making his way over to her workspace.
"Freeze to death, most likely" she remarked, handing him a neatly-folded coat. "If you're Ishgard-bound, you need to be prepared!" She trotted over to G'raha to hand him a coat as well.
"I already have a winter coat, though. You needn't have gone through the trouble-"
"That is your coat!" Tataru replied, "I just sewed in some warmer inserts and a softer inside that will retain heat well"
"Oh! Well then, thank you Tataru. Much appreciated" G'raha gave her a smile, putting the jacket on himself to check the fit.
"And for you," she made her way back over to Ki'to, who had made himself right at home in the new coat, "I worked with your mother on this, it should be perfectly done to your description" She handed him a small box which he placed within the pocket of his new coat.
"Thank you, dear. I'm certain he'll love it"
"Oh, I know he will. It suits him well" she said, giving him a smile before patting him on the back of the thigh, "Now, off you go. You've got a long trek before you today, and only so much daylight!"
Ki'to gave her a nod, clasping his hand in his husband's and heading towards the door. "We'll be back once we're done with our journey! Thank you again!"
"You better be! I'll be waiting with tea and sweets to hear the whole story!"
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After exiting Mor Dhona, the two mounted up on horseback. Seeing as they had plenty of ground to cover, it seemed the better approach.
As they approached the Observatory gates, G'raha spoke up.
"I had figured you'd make mention of the box and its contents after we left, I can't help but be curious"
Ki'to patted his coat pocket where the box resided, "You'll see, I promise" he told him, "It's related to one of our stops as we approach Ishgard"
G'raha looked on at his husband with a quizzical tilt of the head, but did not ask further. Though his curiosity held tight in his mind, eyes flicking to the pocket on Ki'to's coat often as they journeyed through Coerthas.
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"Dragonhead was the stage from which we sheltered from the storm, and from which we entered into Ishgard proper" Ki'to explained, poising himself by the northern gate, "with no small bit of help from Ser Haurchefant and Aymeric. For it was their voices that carried weight and gave us the leverage needed. Ser Haurchefant even went so far as to implore his family take us in as wards. An act I will forever be grateful for. For I regard them all as family now"
He lowered his head in remembrance, warm breath encircling his head in clouds backlit by the setting sun.
"It's little wonder why you're regarded so warmly here, then. They'd have kept us till dawn had we let them" G'raha mused, letting out a laugh.
"Of that you're not wrong" Ki'to grinned, "But we've one more stop before we can go bother Aymeric. Come"
He steered his horse towards the gate, urging it forward towards the northern path. G'raha followed behind, and the two made their way up towards the ruins of the old Vigil.
"My family made this journey quite a lot in our time here. Menphina's cairns are nearby" he mentioned, "It was after my first journey that I received this earring from my mother, much like my siblings before me" He flicked his ear, causing the jewelry hanging from it to jingle softly.
"She overlooks Ishgard, then?" Raha asked, "You would think it would be dedicated to Halone"
Ki'to chuckled, "They're both goddesses of ice, but Halone has dedications all over the city. I think it's fair Menphina at least gets an overlook"
He hopped off his horse, tying it to a tree as G'raha did the same.
"That said, she's not who we're here to see"
"Is she not? I thought she was your lady"
"She is, and I regard her with every breath that leaves my body, for I live for love", he spoke, "And love is the reason I know she will pardon me for passing by"
As the two walked through the cairns, Raha spied a headstone, a shield propped against it and fresh flowers at its base. Reading the name upon it, he understood.
Ki'to knelt before it, pulling out the box within his coat pocket. "Do you remember when I had asked all of your blessings for something? A ring for a lost love? That I might make my intent known even if it's never regarded?"
G'raha knelt next to him, seeing within the open box sat a ring, carefully crafted by the hands of expert goldsmiths.
"You loved him"
"I still do" Ki'to said, staring down at the ring, "Grief is simply the word we give love after death. It is when love becomes 'I wish they were here', or 'they would have loved this'; It is when love cannot be expressed directly, but it is no less love"
Raha placed a hand on his lover's back, rubbing a small circle in comfort.
"I will love you all the same, if you pass before I do" Ki'to spoke up, catching his husband off-guard, "I hope not. But, know you will always be loved, even if you are not here to feel it"
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Not knowing the words to express himself, G'raha gave him a hug, lingering a while before pulling back.
"I know you will..."
Ki'to leaned his head till it made contact with Raha's chest, "Allow me to bury this beside him, then we can head inside the city"
"Take all the time you need, love"
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That's about all the self-inflicted feels I can take for today. ;v;
It's been in the back of Ki'to's mind that he wanted to leave a ring with Haurchefant to communicate what he could not before his death, so I wanted to give him the opportunity to do that through this story. And the prompt came at the perfect time to do so.
Gonna be taking a couple days to chill, then we'll head to Ishgard proper! (Unless a prompt really speaks to me, of course!) Until then, enjoy this and the other write ups I've done so far! They're all tagged with #A Journey of Remembrance for easy reading! o/
Also, if you noticed Ki'to with the wrong haircut in today's picture no you didn't
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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years
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The Next Morning (Daniel Ricciardo)
Daniel makes the morning even better. Fluff.
Note: this is like an epilogue for How it should be because the other one ended up being too long but I wanted to write this.
Warnings: mentions of sex.
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I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. It had been real. I was in Daniel's room after what felt like a dream. I was comfortably covered with the sheets and warm blanket and I really didn't want to leave. But I was curious. Where was he?
I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at my legs. The marks from the ropes were gone and there wasn't a single bruise. When he said he knew what he was doing he was serious.
I looked around. The toys, the swing, the ropes, ... everything was gone. The clothes weren't on the floor anymore, they were carefully folded in the armchair.
On the nightstand, I found a piece of paper and a T-shirt. Take a shower and come out to have breakfast. D.
I smiled. He had been so gentle with me last night. I almost couldn't believe it had been real. I had never felt something like that.
The shower felt like heaven. I had fallen asleep way too soon and my skin felt sticky from the sweat. Daniel had left me exhausted. Not that I was complaining, but I didn't know how I was even able to stand.
The shirt he gave me was big enough to cover me and I smelled like him. I knew we would have to talk. We were friends, really good friends, but what happened... You don't do that with your friends.
I walked down the corridor and found the kitchen. A sweet aroma of coffee and pancakes filled the room. He was standing there only wearing sports shorts. I felt my heart quickening. He looked incredibly good. It wasn't fair to be that handsome.
He didn't hear me arrive, so I stayed still for a couple of minutes observing him moving around the kitchen and dancing to the music playing. It was truly a sight to be seen.
"I know you are there" I heard him saying. I could almost see the smile on his face even though he wasn't looking at me.
"Good morning" I said softly as I walked inside the kitchen. He turned the stove off and turned to me.
His whole fave changed in only a couple of seconds. So many emotions crossed it, ending with a smile.
"Good morning" He said and let a happy sigh out.
We looked at each other for a few seconds trying to decide what to do. He was faster or braver, or both of them.
Daniel walked to me and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes during the instant his lips were pressed against my skin. Then he caressed my skin and looked into my eyes.
"How are you feeling? You passed out last night"
"And whose fault was that?" I answered smiling.
He lift his hands in surrender and turned to put the pancakes on the plates.
"I'm good. Really good. I think I haven't slept better in years"
"Well, I'm glad to hear that"
He signed me to sit in one of the chairs right next to him. We had a beautiful view of Monaco from our seats.
I looked at him. He was beautiful. Tan skin marked with tattoos in the perfect places, curls completely unruled and still wet from the shower, a few days long beard...
"How are you feeling, Daniel?" I asked softly. He seemed surprised as if he wasn't expecting me to ask. It had been emotionally draining for me and I was sure it wasn't easy for him either.
He smiled a bit.
"I'm feeling really good. I slept really good too" His voice was soft.
"Yeah?"
"Yes. It was pretty... Satisfying"
We both laugh. It was.
The atmosphere between us was light. It was easy to be there with him after what happened. Like if we hadn't had the most mind-blowing sex ever.
I leaned and kissed his shoulder gently. He turned his face to me and kissed my forehead gently.
"I don't want to scare you" He said putting his arm around my waist and bringing me closer. I climbed on his lap and look into his eyes. "But it was different."
I cupped his face with my hands and slowly caressed his cheeks.
"How?"
"I felt a million things with you" He whispered at the same time his eyes dropped to my lips. "I had never kissed someone who wasn't my partner while doing... that"
I felt my heart quickening.
Instinctively, I leaned and trapped his lips between mine, giving him a slow and deep kiss, enjoying the taste of coffee on his mouth and his hands on my body.
We kissed for a while, low moans and pants leaving our mouths but no further intentions being shown. We were just enjoying each other.
"I felt a million things too" I said letting my forehead fall against his. I took my sweet time caressing his body, his chest, his neck, his arm, following the lines of his tattoos with my fingers...
"There is something, right?" He muttered.
I looked into his eyes and nodded.
"Nobody had ever treated me like that. I've never trusted anyone so much like I trusted you last night. I was vulnerable and basically helpless. Even though I didn't feel a hint of fear. You are amazing, Daniel. No one has ever been able to make me feel this way"
He hugged me close and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the intimate moment. Just us in his kitchen bathed by the Mediterranean sun and soft music in the background.
"I don't know what to say to that." He talked a while later. "I care about you, you were really special for me. I wanted you to feel good. And you came here and I knew then that I was lost. I had you at my complete mercy and even though you still saw me. You saw Danny and not the guy who does cool sex things. You ruined every single person in the world for me, YN."
I looked into his eyes. He took a deep breath and grabbed my chin with his two fingers.
"Let me take you out. Let's date and see where we can take this because I can't not give it a try"
I smiled between tears.
"Okay"
"Yes?" He smiled.
"Yes." I kissed his lips. "Let me tell you that you ruined every person for me too. How can I go back and have boring sex with random people now when I know how good you made me feel?"
He laughed and kissed my cheek, making me turn on his lap and face the table.
"You really don't have to." He kissed my shoulder and drank from his mug.
"I don't want to" I took a bite of my breakfast and looked at him. "I can get used to this"
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venenorita · 2 months
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Dream meme | Accepting!
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Dammit, Cmon she had to be here somewhere!
She led the way through the mall itself, her good eye sweeping about as she occassionally looked over her shoulder to make sure that Ichigo was still following her. An inquisitive and curious little face in evidence as he followed her around. Good, he didn't seem bothered by any of this. If only she could find ORIHIME!
She'd managed to coerce the big guy to help her find something, and so she intended on finding Orihime and just passing by.
A truly insidious plan. Have Orihime see them hanging out, and then the little human would get all jealous and anxious that Loly was hanging around with her precious crush.
Another day, another way to try and mess with Inoue~
"Cmon we're almost there." She pointed out to Ichigo, shoving her way through a few crowds as he followed behind her. Tch, what a big dumb oaf, just following along. It made this all too easy. Heck when he saw her struggling to get through the crowd, she even got a bit spooked when she felt his hand slip around her waist and scoop her off the ground! Promptly setting her on his shoulder as he simply strode through the crowd! Oh perfect! She smiled and gave him a pat on the head. What a useful little guy~
As soon as they were clear of the crowd, they found themselves outside. The streets? Well, may as well keep looking. It was getting dark and it even looked like it was about to Rain. Thankfully Ichigo had an umbrella, just in case. Awfully prepared wasn't he?
Still, she focused on her search, looking through alleyways, searching for that familiar flash of Orange hair.
And finding blue instead.
And suddenly her heart almost stopped. She kept moving. Pretending that she didn't see them. Even as fear coursed through her frame. And she briskly walked down the street. Even as she heard heavy footsteps coming after her. She was alone now. The big orange haired guy she'd been toting around was suddenly nowhere to be seen, as if her distraction had simply let his existence slip through her fingers like sand. No, the only other person.... was Grimmjow.
"Where the FUCK do you think you're going?"
She felt a powerful, clawed hand grab onto her arm and throw her into the nearest wall, a soft little yelp escaping her as she spun around and stared with fearful eyes at the tall blue-haired panther. A snarling smile on his face as his hand planted next to her head and he promptly trapped her against the wall she'd struck. Her own eyes wide with fear.
Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck! Instantly the area was so much darker. so much COLDER. Her whole body shivered as she huddled back against the wall and tried to melt back into the wall that he'd cornered her against. Seeing those cold eyes studying her, like a cat about to play with a mouse.
'Hey!'
A loud THAP as a h and struck Grimmjow in the back of the neck. Not hard, but a firm clap before the grip tightened and the feline was ragged away from her. Her heart still racing as she huddled up on herself, and watched as Ichigo peeled the arrancar back and shoved him a short distance away, promptly placing himself between Loly and the nightmare.
And she just...... stood there. Shocked and surprised as the two stared each other down, Grimmjow narrowing his eyes, as if considering whether or not to turn this into a fight.
But after a few seconds, he just spat on the ground, giving a little shrug of his shoulders and turning to walk away from the pair. Leaving her anxious.
She was so fucked. Even if she'd been saved now, she knew this was a problem. He'd be back. He'd find her later. It didn't matter how long it took, NOBODY slighted Grimmjow! Her hands were still shaking as she tried to figure out what to do. If she should hide? If she should run?
But a warm hand steadied her as it slipped behind her back and gently pulled her close. As Ichigo gently held her. Startling her, naturally, before he spoke up.
'Hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna let you get hurt.'
She was.... speechless. Staring up at that big dumb smile of his as if he could tell what she was afraid of. But.... the smile didn't look quite so dumb anymore.
Because she could hear how much he meant what he said. He.....he was gonna keep her safe? Why? Why her?
"Why me?" She blurted out in echo of the thought itself. And he just....kept smiling at her. His hand still securely at her mid back. His body shielding her from the rest of the beach they were on. With nobody around but the two of them.
He really WAS going to protect her? She swallowed and ... gently leaned into him. As slowly, the shaking stopped, and she just....rested her head against him. She was ... safe here.
And so she reached back, and gently...guided his hand from her mid back, down to her-
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Ghuh! THUMP!
Her dream was VICIOUSLY ended as her own tossing and turning form finally made it over the edge and she slammed facefirst into the floor as she fell out of her bed. A startled tangle of limbs and blankets rolling over, trapping herself for just a few seconds! Before she finally sat up and panted for a few seconds! Blinking as she tried to ...figure out whatever the fuck that dream was?!
"What the fuck...."
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pikapeppa · 1 year
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Brin's machine dreams in Horizon Zero Dawn
Acquired Taste is one of my favourite little sidequests in HZD. Since Brin clearly made it to the Forbidden West and was heading to the place of flames and brine", I'm really hoping we'll see him in the Burning Shores DLC so I thought I'd upload a transcript of his dialogue with Aloy, for anyone who wants to refresh their memory of the best Banuk desert gremlin and his prophecies!
Transcribed from this Youtube playthrough of the sidequest.
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INTRO
 B: Tribal girl! You are a hunter. Machine hunter. I can smell it on you — their oils and fluids. Your hands are stained. Can I just scent your fingers—?
A: Uh, no.
B: Of course not, no. Forgive me. My head – it’s addled. Heavy with the taste of metal, and lightning, and prophecy. Do you dream of the Metal World, huntress? That’s what you Nora call it?
A: The ancient world?
B: Yes. You’ve almost touched it. You hunt the machines, strip the parts, reach into the guts – let the sacred fluids run out! Spilling away into the earth, wasted. Open your mouth to insight. Drink up. That’s what I did. I am Brin.
A: Uh, yeah… Looks like it. Those wounds: A Sawtooth gave them to you on the hunt, didn’t it?
B: Not just any Sawtooth. Not just a hunt! I was low, quiet, in the long grass. Spear at the ready to bring it down. Then the scent — the taste — of its blood overcame me. I pounced, wrestled it down, bit into it – so close! A shiver through my teeth as they ground along the wires! But its teeth won out.
A: you’re lucky to be alive… I think.
B: Until the wounds mend, flower into scars, only my mind can wander. But… why not trade, huntress? You bring me the blood, I tell you what it reveals.
A: You really want to drink the blood of machines?
B: I heard tales of a tribe from the land where the sun goes at night. They were suckled from the machines — no, it’s true! Took wisdom and strength from it, grew closer to them! And then the tales go dark. A whole tribe, disappeared.  
A: Maybe because they all died? Drinking machine blood can’t be good for you.
B: First, it made me sick. Then came to visions, for days and nights – machine dreams, huntress!
A: You’re Banuk. Is this… normal for your tribe?
B: My tribe? No tribe! The other shamans said: you’ve drunk in the machine spirits’ madness. They said: this is not the way of things. Stripped me out on the ice and left me to die. Said: that’s the way of things. Cold unending.
A: They cast you out. But you survived.
B: Perhaps. I remember the chill pressed in slow, spear-tipped. Tallnecks gathering, their great dark heads over me, like a garland! Then I was walking again – walking back to my once-tribe. To return is to be forgiven, but I kept on walking. No one stopped me.
A: These dreams you have…
B: You’re curious. Good. It will give you a long life – I wish that for you, that’s my blessing. Now we’re sworn. I’ll tell you how the visions began. 
B: All is silence. The sky is dark. I gather up the world and peel it back, expose the ancient metal beneath — like skinning a rabbit. It’s warm to the touch, warm as the sun. Pressed against it, I feel sound! My heartbeat is the thunder of titans rising. Machines bigger than mountains — stronger, too! The Metal World carried on their shoulders.
A: I’m not sure I like these visions of yours…
B: They’re an answer! But to what questions? I must know. I’ll share…?
A: It’s been… interesting. But I should be on my way.
B: Roam far, huntress. And remember, the blood is precious! To me, yes. Good hunting at the Ridge of the Veils – if you fell a Sawtooth, bring me what spills, won’t you? Not enough metal in the rainwater, not for my taste.
A: Or maybe too much.
Sawtooth dreams:
B: Huntress! You brought me the blood of the Sawtooth. Yes. I smelled it a hill away.
A: Don’t make me regret it.
B: Wait here. It takes time, and the visions… are strong. No matter what you hear – what screams – keep your distance.
A: Starting to regret it.
B: Before the time of the Sawtooth, the machines ran as one pack. Metal drumming on metal, keeping pace out to the lightning's edge. The rumble of low storms, that’s them in motion. And then, a confusion. Something has changed. The great direction breaks, splits off like a dead branch! They are tumbling now. When they recover, violence is what they know. Now, metal screeches on metal. A death dance, learned from wars before our eyes learned to see. The Sawtooth, the Ravager, they hunt in the long shadows of others. Jagged shapes, old shapes, with bloody eyes. And the machines no longer rise and swell as one thing, an all-thing.
A: You’re quite the storyteller. But what’s it mean?
B: The meaning is not for me to say. Only what I saw.
A: And you saw all that?
B: Yes. Doesn’t it make you wonder? The machines that drive other machines mad — Corruptors. It’s their venom. I must taste next.
A: Do you have any idea what that could do to you?… Oh. You’ve drunk it before. Of course you have.
B: I found fallen ones on Coiled Canyon’s cliffs. Under the sun, it boiled inside them. The vapour — intoxicating!
B: [if you talk to him again] You don’t fear knowledge – you reach into its flame!
A: It's always an experience with you.
B: Change comes, it rushes, huntress! Like time around an arrow.
Corruptor dreams:
A: So did you smell this blood coming? It stinks.
B: The richest is not always the sweetest, huntress. In the jungles of a Jewel, fruit grows, but reeks of spoiled meat. Taste it, though: honey to the tongue! [drinks corruptor oil] No, this is disgusting.
B: These corruptors never belonged to the herds. They crawled. From beneath desert or rust, from the bones of old machines. Sickness to spread. That’s how they came. Cold metal runs hot, buckles with thorn-cuts and tail-stings. A fever of obedience. My ears are ringing, I grasp at my tongue — an ingot falls out, stamped with circles and lines! Directions. Instructions. To break a machine’s will — I heard the metal screaming, huntress! I leave the ingot where it falls. This isn’t for us to know. Corruptor after Corruptor tramples it in their greedy tread.
A: That is how they work… kind of. How do you know these things?
B: It’s not what I know, huntress. It’s what the blood knows. Am I the singer, or the song?
A: I don’t know what you are. Maybe get some rest.
B: No rest when there’s unknown journeys to prepare for. Do you know of the hidden machines that hunt men, deep in the Jewel?
A: Stalkers? Yes, I know of them. Oh. Stalker blood next? Sure, why not.
Stalker dreams:
B: It’s a clever trick they have. No need to see what you can scent! This blood is sharp, huntress, flint-sharp! The last time I took it into me, they say I slept the sleep of death, and sweated dark oil.
A: All right. Try not to die.
B: A Stalker, watching us, watched by us! In red eyes, I thought to see ourselves reflected! No – they were dull, and set. Set with a purpose, precise from their machine-mother foundries. They prey. They will not flinch. They are indifferent to the wild, they are…final. They are weapons, that’s all. My heart drops. Why look for understanding in the axe the moment before it splits your skull? No. No, there is more. The axe does not remember its smelting. These machines do, and pine for the Metal World.
A: It’s hard to know what to make of you.
B: Then open my mouth and look inside. A cave of echoes and memory, but not my own.
A: I mean, you’re tough-skinned, I’ll give you that. Especially on the inside.
B: I first drank at the spring of a fallen Thunderjaw. The cables cried out like water birds! But felling giants is short work for you.
A: Trying to appeal to my pride?
B: No! To the inevitability, huntress! The tremor of their tread – can you feel it? Tugging you to the eastern valleys?
A: So a Thunderjaw next, huh? But of course.
Thunderjaw dreams:
A: I hunted that Thunderjaw you asked for. I should be the one telling the story this time.
B: You carry it with you. Beamwire-burns and bruises. The salt-lines of your sweat. See, on your skin – tiny metal flakes!
A: You mean it was a hard fight? How perceptive.
B: What signs you have shown me, huntress! But now the blood.
B: I followed red trails through a green world. Thunderjaw, striding with the majesty of an old god. These wicked parts, fashioned to kill men – this great whole, made to haunt the sleep of children. And I realize: it is a young beast. It was not there to see the first strange birds roost upon a metal skull! It came because of us. Hunters. I saw many, of tribes gone and yet to come. I even saw you there, fiery-haired, fierce, bare—
A: What?
B: Bared of metal, huntress! Bared of what we tore from their hides to be strong like them, savage like them. We built our world in the machines’ shadow. Called them out with every strike of rock and hammer.
A: You think something – some machine made the Thunderjaw because of us?
B: When you’ve tasted what I have — in the blood, there’s change. Such a change. It’s colder than Ban-Ur, hotter than the Carja sun!
A: Does any machine walk or crawl that you haven’t drunk from?
B: In the mountains north, the Stormbirds. Even the air in their passing crackles with potency. In the sweep of their eyes, they see all!
A: Don’t get too excited. I’ll get Stormbird blood — maybe. We’ll see.
B: They must know how the orbit slows, feeds, falls, decays. And yet, returns to more than zero.
A: Uh-huh.
Stormbird dreams:
A: Maybe I’ve spent too much time with you. I can almost feel the lightning in this.
B: And the taste of metal, striking sparks along a sharpening stone, lingering! Here, touch it to your tongue—
A: No, that’s your thing, not mine.
A: You look… startled. Are you okay?
B: I must leave. You should, too.
A: Without a story? I brought down a Stormbird—
B: You did. You’re very able. And you’re right, owed is owed. But no more stories of the past – all told! All done. Future stories. I saw an onrushing storm. The future comes hungry, for men and machine. It will catch me, I expect. Catch us all! So enough hunts, enough visions. I’ll run – chase that teasing sun to the Forbidden West. 
A: I don’t understand – I mean, not that I ever understand – but are you saying we should fear what’s coming?
B: Oh, yes. Jungle on fire. Machine-blue light dying out in the eddies of ashes. You, fallen, pale as snow-flash, eyes staring open. The Metal World, but not the one I sought! The future is a frightful dream, huntress!
A: My name is Aloy.
B: I grew fond of you, your curiosities and disbeliefs, Aloy. If you weather the storm, look for me. I’d like that.
A: Where? In the west? In the storm?
B: In dreams, yes.
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cuddlebugsirius · 1 year
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hiiii ! sorry to bother if you’ve already talked about this (i’ve been off tumblr for a while) but i just saw there’s gonna be an atelier follow up fic !!?!?!?!!!
sooo excited, i literally reread it all. the. time. just curious if there’s a timeline on it or any fun sneak peek type facts you wanna share about it? i love a good writer ramble moment xxx
Hiiiiiii 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻 definitely not bothering me 🥰 and thank you for asking, I'm glad you like them!
If you click on the tag fic: atelier bloom st ⬇️ then you should be able to see the little bits I've shared about it so far!
But since you asked and since I'm on my lunch break... there are some almost NSFW spoilers/teasers below the cut 😀
So the whole idea is an 8 chapter fic that I think is maybe going to end up around 50k that follows them through a year of their life, so 2 chapters for each season. I'm very excited to write it, even though my inspiration has been a little bit hard to find lately.
📚📚📚📚📚
As the hits came once more, he writhed and moaned, pushing back into each one until the feeling was just a little bit too much, until the hits hurt and he wasn’t in that happy place; “s’red, red now Moony,”
“Good boy,” Remus’ tone changed straight away, the man hauling Sirius up from the sheets to straddle his body, holding him close as he reached for the bottle of water on the side table; “that’s my good boy, I’ve got you,”
“MoonyMoony,” Sirius mumbled, “drink?”
“Of course you can have a drink cuddlebug, tilt your head back,” doing as he was instructed, he swallowed the cool water down and hummed happily, Remus keeping him safe and warm; “that’s good. How are you feeling?”
“Slushy-soft,” he mumbled; “sore,”
“We can deal with that,” Remus said, laying down on his back so that Sirius was pressed up against his front, oversensitive skin exposed to the air; “you’re going to feel a little bit cold, alright?”
“Yes Moony,” he sighed happily, mouthing at the man's scarred collarbone.
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leviiackrman · 2 years
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hmmm let’s see
🤥💤🍧 for margot
🍓🍁🕷 for jess
📖✏️👖 for jordan
:)
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🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they’re lying?
Theres a lot to be said about not being able to speak and the ability to lie comes that bit easier. Is she actually good at lying tho? Thats debatable. Shes good at covering things up, but she has a very expressive face (considering she doesn't speak) so its a bit more obvious if she is lying when its to people that know her well. To strangers shes a pro at lying! Levi however has never believed any of her lies and can tell instantly when she is so now she doesn't even bother (which is a good thing in the long run)
💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?
Margot struggles a lot to sleep most of the time because of her trauma :( getting to sleep is the tricky part, but once shes actually asleep she sleeps like a log haha! Like shes a proper deep sleeper - not a lot can wake her up.
To get to sleep in the first place tho, she tried a variety of things to see what would work. Sometimes she counts and takes deep breaths, others she fiddles with a soft bit of fabric, but the best one that she could never live without now is falling asleep next to Levi. Just having someone next to her reassures her that her past won't repeat itself (ie being killed in her sleep) and because she trusts him more than anything or anyone, so can sleep peacefully with him there! He sleeps a lot less than her anyway so he tends to be awake if shes completely passed out (oh and yes she starfishes/gently snores a little)
🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?
Majority of her personal items were left behind when her family were killed and when you become a recruit, you're not really allowed any personal belongings.
That being said - because it is part of her abilities/role in the scouts and her personality in general - she kept hold of her flute that was previously her mothers. Its the only personal thing that shes overprotective of (that and her guitar) There was a point early on in her time at the scouts where she was picked on for her size and the fact she didn't speak, so some fellow recruits had stolen her flute and snapped it in half to see her reaction and she basically went feral and beat the shit out of them! That resulted in her being punished obvs but it was how she met Erwin because he saw the whole thing and admired her abilities as well being curious to know more about her, so they became friends! The scouts she beat up never messed with her again (actually none of them did) and they even became friends of hers. And yes, she was able to fix the flute as best she could!
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because Jess is a self insert - her answers are basically gonna be my answers haha
🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?
Yes they do! they eat reasonably healthily but they should probably eat more of either at the same time haha. Favourite fruit would be melon or apples, and favourite vegetable is parsnips or potatoes tehe
🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?
AUTUMN!!! The temperature is perfect, you can wear oversized clothes + jackets while not being overly hot or cold, everywhere is pretty, HALLOWEEN, rainy days inside, travelling to other countries means its not super cold in some places so you can be cold at home and then go to work and be a good 'warm' temperature etc, CRUNCHY. LEAVES. EVERYWHERE.
🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?
Abandonment. Being alone is genuinely one of my biggest fears (so obvs its hers too), but for irrational fears I have a couple...
I will say for the most part I'm not that scared of many things, but if I encounter any of these things I will run away (maybe not screaming but I will RUN): spiders (but the big, thick, hairy types - not house spiders, they're fine), SLUGS (fuck right off), clowns and mannequins/wax work figures (I've always wanted to go to madame tussauds but I wouldn't be able to handle it. I also love museums but the mannequins freak me out...) for Jess tho I would say the mannequins one isn't so bad because of her profession, but the rest are still v much applicable aha
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📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what’s their favourite genre?
Jordan isn't really big on reading for fun. It's a bit of a chore for her and shes a bit dyslexic so it makes it that bit harder to enjoy. Graphic novels however are something she enjoys - but thats deffo a guilty pleasure for her and she would never read them in front of someone or tell them that she does! Josh bought her one once for her birthday because he found her secret collection and she had never blushed so hard in her LIFE, it was in front of his family too and she had to leave the room she was that embarrassed/mad aha. That being said tho she does read music books - the ones where she can learn chords etc
✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?
The song 'No Good' by KALEO is v much my Jordan song - every time I hear it I picture her up on stage with her band playing the guitar solos!! So that entire song and its lyrics haha
In terms of a specific quote tho - I'd say "Hook, Line and Sinker for Every Little Stinker" works (as its the inspo for her and Josh's OTP name) and is just v applicable to her in general
👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?
BEANIES EVERYWHERE ALL DAY EVERY DAY. Okay and shes a major sucker for turtle necks!! Jumper turtle necks or thinner more classy ones - shes obsessed with! The thinner ones she wears oversized band shirts over, and when its colder she wears lots of jumpers that are either soft and form fitted or oversized af aha! She loves her ripped jeans/shorts and NEVER wears skirts of any kind, she also likes the 2014 tumblr look of wearing fish nets under her ripped jeans but everything she wears is a little grungy/tattered. Oh, and Dr Martens are her thing, perfect for kicking people with :)
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How many words have you written this year?
Nooo do I have to go look at my stats page for this haha. I prefer to avoid that page. I wrote around 20k words, I'm not a very wordy writer.
16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?
Good old canon compliant.
29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?
I posted ten works !!! How am I supposed to pick one line haha.
I like this one from Absence of oceans:
His hand is hovering over the globe, giving it an occasional spin to distract himself from the restlessness still skittering beneath his skin.
1434 kilometers from Bangkok to Singapore.
The hole in him is wider than that, deeper. It’s gaping and full of hunger. Conspicuous, like the absence of an ocean.
The globe comes to a stop. In the bedroom, the people in the video are still fucking, the thin wall muffling their grunts only slightly.
Pat’s tears make no sound as they fall.
This one from Forever and a day:
“I guess I feel like I’m always leaving you."
Pat sighs.
“You’re not always leaving me.” Pat’s voice is soft but determined. He takes Pran’s hand and brings it to his cheek, never mind the sand and all. Pran's heart flutters a little, the sweaty warmth from Pat's cheek traveling to the very core of him. “You’re always coming home.”
Pran doesn’t need to open his eyes to know Pat is smiling with his whole face.
This one from The evidence against you:
“Aren’t you gonna go?”
Kan blinks. “What?”
“For a swim.”
Kan opens his mouth, contemplating. The ice cubes have melted into crystalline pebbles, their gradual transformation nearly complete. “Maybe I’ll just watch.”
“It’s not wrong,” Thua says. He’s facing away from Kan, looking at the blue horizon. A fleet of heavy clouds is arriving from the west.
(His eyes are so big, like birds.)
Kan swallows around a lump in his throat. “What?”
“It’s not wrong what we’re doing.”
The air is sweltering. Kan’s hand reaches forward.
This one from Keeps me warm:
“Let’s take the stairs,” Pran says.
Curious, Pat raises an eyebrow. It’s a lot of stairs on a good day, even more when the day has been long and they are bone-tired.
“A new exercise routine?”
Pran shrugs. “Just want to hold your hand a little longer.”
A surge of warmth engulfs Pat. He giggles, swaying their joined hands between them. “Your hand’s cold.”
Pran squeezes Pat's hand. “Keep it warm, then.”
I like this bit from Heavy light because it was the first piece of dialogue I wrote for these characters but feels in character even now:
“You’re awake,” Akk says.
“Why are you whispering?”
“I’m not whispering. I’m just speaking quietly.”
A smirk flashes across Ayan’s face. “You make a lot of excuses.” His tone is more fascinated than accusatory but even so it makes Akk flinch. “Have you not noticed?”
“Shut up.” Akk hides his hand beneath the covers. “You know nothing.”
Ayan sits up, his hair ruffled by the pillow. The slouched position makes him look smaller than usual, maybe even endearing. “I’m thirsty.”
In terms of funniest/favourite dialogue I'd have to quote most of Forever and a day, I was on a roll when I wrote that one. Genuinely proud of this one because the friend and enemy thing is their whole thing:
“What are you gonna write on your postcard?” Pran asks.
Pat’s mouth curls into a smirk. He places the can of soda in his lap and plucks an imaginary pen from behind his ear.
“’Father Dearest. The sunsets here are absolutely gorgeous. Sorry I can’t write more because Mr. Dimples here is about to fuck me into the mattress. See you at work, tough guy. Love, your most favorite son.’”
Laughter blooms in Pran’s chest. “Who is Mr. Dimples and should I be worried?”
“Just a friend.”
“You two sound pretty close, though.”
“Oh, you know me,“ Pat says, flinging an arm around Pran’s shoulders, lowering his voice, “I like keeping my friends close and my enemies even closer.”
Well that was a lot of lines! I should write new lines instead of quoting myself haha. Thanks pal!!!
ao3 wrapped [writers edition]
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