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ang3lofdivinity · 8 months

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Can we have Andrew and Reader have a life after the events of the game (In the Bulletless Decay route)?

Reader would be an exchange student who would have gone to stay with the Graves family, but in the end she ended up being another 'victim' of the game's circumstances.

She would be a type of person who was indifferent to almost everything, cold-blooded, with somewhat sociopathic tendencies but with a kind heart.

Okay, let's do this, after Ashley's murder, Andrew and Reader finally got fake teeth and moved somewhere far away, but with all the recent traumas and along with the fear of being abandoned.

Andrew started to have possessive tendencies, a little clingy, toxic, manipulative towards our 'poor thing' Reader and that would result in them having children in the future, to keep her trapped in the coffin with him.

❝𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧❞

꒦꒷︶°꒷₊˚ʚɞ˚₊︶꒦˚︶꒷꒦

Relationship(s): (somewhat)yan!andrew x fem!reader

Format: Headcannons + some stories

Genre: ANGST. A bit of fluff?? + Yandere(?)

Warnings: spoilers for tcoaal, yandere themes (toxic behavior, non consensual kisses and such, etc), marking, smoking, swearing, blood, death.

A/n: Ty so much for this first ever request!! Other warnings will be tagged in this post later on, ofc.

Also, fair warning to all of you, my dearest readers; if anyone or yourself is acting like this in real life, please get some professional assistance as this is not healthy. This is a work of fan-fiction. Thank you.

Andrew didn’t know all of this would happen, let alone know he’d meet someone new.

He and his sister had planned to rob their parents after killing that murderer within the woods where Andrew used up all of Ashley’s bullets in her gun!

How (absolutely not) lovely.

For you? You were living somewhat in Elysian.

You were a college student, a pretty good one too, so much so because you got a scholarship to get into the college in the first place, that being a huge achievement since that was hard and not only free!

But then again, you didn’t really have anyone to stay with..

Before Mr and Mrs Graves offered, of course!

Your parents died at a young age, and you learned how to take care of yourself from that age as well.

Yet.. you couldn’t feel anything for them, you felt lack of empathy, you didn’t even shed a real tear at their funeral when you truly wanted to. It’s like something was stopping you from doing so.

You felt crazy and something akin to depersonalization came over you, and it stayed there within you for months, or well your entire life.

You were taken into an orphanage until you became 18, moving somewhere else to start fresh where you became an exchange student.

During your time in the orphanage, you still had school.. and you did that well to the point where you colleges were almost begging you to join.

But you first needed somewhere to stay while you finished your studies.

And thankfully, the Graves gave you the offer to stay with them (which you took).

You’d cook, clean after your own messes, do chores, keep quiet unless it was a severely bad issue, wouldn’t be around during their.. ‘personal playful time’, and pay them for staying there.

In return, they kept you fed, helped you with clothes (specifically Mrs Graves), and the most important of all; let you stay there and finish your studies.

You worked some extra jobs outside of college to pay for the Graves and to continue your studies, etc.

You usually slept on the couch or at the table from studying, not like you got much sleep at all since you practically overworked yourself.

Speaking of college, you didn’t have many friends because of your “weird behavior”.

I’m talking about the fact had a lack of empathy for others including yourself.

You were impulsive, like you always bought something without a second thought.

You lied a lot, about not even doing the assignments that day- that you cared for them.

You were a bit manipulative, using people to get your way.

You ignored most rights and feelings of others, never caring about how uncomfortable they got with your behavior.

And the cherry on top, you were aggressive with most people, yelling at someone to get away from you because they were ‘threatening’ you.

All factors of your sociopathic tendencies and personality.

You had started going to therapy to try and fix that, and it somewhat worked..

Keyword: somewhat.

You found out that you had a much more.. softer side, so to speak.

There wasn’t much you could do about your sociopathic tendencies but to mask them while constantly trying to get better.

And you did just that.

Cutting to the chase here though, you were out for the day getting some ingredients for some cookies for you along with Mr and Mrs Graves.

And if you had any extras, you’d give some other people within the neighborhood.

You got all of your items, went to the register and payed for all of it before packing them all into bags and leaving.

The store wasn’t too far from the Graves house, so you would just walk to and from the store.

One your way though, an odd sense of apprehension took over you.

It.. was just super weird.

You had to stop for a few seconds on your walk and just, shudder.

And this wasn’t normal.

You pressed on nonetheless, making it to the house.

When you unlocked the door, taking out your key and opening the door all the way- you saw Mrs Graves on the couch in deep thought.

However, the atmosphere was palpable.

Something wasn’t right.

“Good evening, Mrs Graves.”

She didn’t respond, only looking up at you in pure fear.

“Dad??” Someone called from kitchen.

..Dad? What. Do you sound that much like a man????

Mrs Graves slowly got up as a perplexed look came across your face, going into the kitchen.

She said something you couldn’t hear before she approached you

“(___)..” she started, obviously nervous about the person calling out from the kitchen.

Before you knew it, two people walked out of the kitchen.

One was a woman with cherry blossom pink eyes, the same as Mr Graves. She wears a black top together with a visible black brassière, light grey shorts, and a yellow pendant hanging from a black choker. Her hair is uncombed and tied at the back in a ponytail.

Then the other was a man with emerald green eyes like that of Mrs Graves (just darker) who was pale-skinned with black uncombed hair, like the woman’s and a black, slightly over-sized jumper with light grey ripped pants.

“..meet my two children, Ashley and Andrew.”

Safe to say you were genuinely so shocked

“..Good evening. I’m (___), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You spoke solemnly, a blank look on your face.

“Nice to meet you too..” the male suddenly spoke as he looked somewhat.. stunned and mesmerized by who knows what.

“What he said.” The girl rolled her eyes inconspicuously (or at least tried to), but you saw it. You always managed to catch onto small things like that.

From then on, it was somewhat.. odd living with the two newcomers.

You crashed over at a close friend’s house for a while as Mrs Graves tried to figure everything out, but a little bit after that Andrew gave you.. small little gestures here and there, like he was asking for you to stay.

And sometimes you did.

On those times, he would try talking to you after a lot of awkward silence in between you both.

“..(___), right?” Andrew quietly asked you, looking over at you.

“..Mhm.” You managed to utter back as you refused to meet his eyes as eye contact wasn’t.. all that comfortable.

“You.. go to college, what profession are you working on?”

“Law. I’m thinking about becoming a lawyer of some kind” you quickly replied back.

“Mm..”

“Let me guess, you were a psychology major?”

“How did you-“ He stuttered over his words, baffled by yours.

“You just seem like that kinda person to be interested in that major” you calmly stated. With the way he’s speaking in dulcet tone strikes you as a part of it, another part being some of his body language.

You two had a long staring contest before Andrew spoke again for the both of you.

“I’m pretty fond of you..”

“Any particular reason why?..”

“You’re kinda like… somewhat the opposite of my sister” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Don’t like her all that much?” You raised an eyebrow.

“It’s- not that..”

“What is it then?”

“..We’ve only had each other for.. so long. As long as I can remember. My- our mom forced me to take care of Ashley when I was 7 because she had me when she was 15 and felt like I was able to take of a 5 year old Ashley. That,, didn’t go well. Shes attached to me at the hip and I can’t get rid of her now.”

“Maybe try. Point out every little thing shes doing that makes you uncomfortable, tell her how shes made it feel like what it is shes doing normal when it’s not.”

You returned to slowly eat your food while Andrew just, stared.

“..Thank you” he suddenly spoke as you gave a small nod.

Tapping your foot for a few seconds as you pondered about what to say next, you sighed softly and turned your head to him.

“Want some?..” you motioned to your food.

He, although astounded by the request, accepted.

He didn’t even bother grabbing another fork and just ate from yours..

Ew.

Moving on from this however, you two bonded over a lot of things you thought you probably never would.

Interests (mainly him liking things that you liked), personalities, dislikes, likes, etc.

And due to this, you started hanging out more with each other!

And his sister obviously showed that she didn’t like you because of that.

“Oops” she’d say as she spilled over your drink, ate your food even after when you caught her multiple times and told her to stop, dropping anything she had in her hands onto you, it was just.. sucky of her.

And whenever you tried anything even defending yourself, she went crying to Andrew!!

“I’m sorry.” He would mumble to you and give you a hug for his sisters acts while she stared daggers at you.

This went on for a while until one night—

“Get up” a harsh voice echoed quietly as you were violently shook from your slumber. You had passed out after studying for hours on end for your exam next afternoon.

The room was filled with a scent of blood, and the food you all had from earlier. The zephyr wafting inside from the window.

“Mmm…?” You drowsily groaned- given you’d just woke up you still felt incredibly tired, wiping the drool away from your mouth and looking around as a hand grabbed onto the back of your scalp and slammed it down onto the wooden table, creating a loud thud as you winced in response out of pure surprise.

You wanted to yell, scream, fight back. But, with the moonlight shining through the curtains of the windows and illuminating your surroundings, you saw Ashley leaning forward into your vision a bit more, holding a gun.

Your breath hitched as you chewed your bottom lip as you waited for Ashley said something else.

“I didn’t say to speak, dumbass. Keep fucking quiet.” The girl groaned as you heard footsteps approaching.

“Ashley!! I told you not to touch her! You have already taken our parents lives— but not hers. You can’t, Ashley.” Andrew’s familiar voice echoed throughout the kitchen, sounding demanding.

“Oh? So she matters more than me now? YOU CARE MORE ABOUT HER?” She started raising her voice, almost loud enough to alarm the neighbors as he slapped a hand over her mouth to shut her up.

“KEEP YOUR FUCKING VOICE DOWN.” He whispered yelled as he furrowed his brows together. She pried off his hand with a furious look, gritting her teeth together.

“Oh, don’t wanna admit it, huh? WELL FUCK YOU!” Ashley got closer to Andrew than anyone would be comfortable with as she pointed the gun at him.

“.. damn, crazy bitch.” You whispered to yourself and giggled, before you even knew it she had the gun pointed at you next.

And she got close to pulling the trigger before—

Blood.

Theres blood everywhere.

Andrew had killed his sister with the cleaver he had been clutching in his hands so tight that his knuckles turned white.

You didn’t even know what to say anymore..

Well.

“..what did you both do to Mr and Mrs Graves?” The question slipped past your lips even though it wasn’t the moment to be talking about any of this when someone in-front of you has been murdered.

“It’s.. nothing”

“Andrew- what did you do?” You asked, adamant on prying out an answer from him.

“…”

No answer.

Who knew that this little encounter would lead to both you and Andrew cleaning up the body of his dead sister.

But, nonetheless, he took a shower to clean up from the blood that splattered all over as you turned to washing both of your piles of clothes within the washer and dryer.

No sign of Mr or Mrs Graves at all.

You laid out some clothes from him from Mr Graves; A baggy sweater, some baggy light grey pants, some really old converse shoes you’d thought he’d fit in.

Surprisingly, they did!

Huh.

Like Father like Son. You guess

Being that those shoes are when Mr Graves was just a teen to young adult.

Nonetheless, you two decide to have a conversation about.. what to do now.

Which was… off putting.

“I can pay for most of the house bills. I have a job after all… though- I would have to find out how to get the police to believe that the Graves gave the house to me.” You spoke. Hands resting one over the other in your lap.

Andrew was in front of you while you were seated on the couch, your head felt.. dizzy about everything that he and his now.. non-available sister did.

The Graves weren’t the best, but they weren’t the worse while you knew them. So why?..

He told you everything about them that happened in his childhood, and you just… felt a bit disgusted.

“We could just.. move into a less expensive place.”

“True. Until I graduate, of course. Then I could get us into a much bigger and nicer house.” You chimed in, a faint small on your face.

“I can also help you get a job, Andrew”

He seemed.. surprised.

“I can also see if I can get you back into college. I can truly believable story about why you dropped out.”

Andrew stayed silent before he slowly dipped his head down low.

“Why.. are you helping me so much?”

A quiet gasp left your mouth, your lips agape as you fidgeting with your fingers. You paused to take a moment to yourself.

“..I feel bad for you. You deserve much more than this world offers.”

Safe to say he cried a bit. Thanking you profusely.

He also told you a bit about having to dump the bones of Mr and Mrs Graves, along with Ashley.

So you went just as the sun was beginning to rise, and chucked the bags out into the lake, with the three skulls.

The two of you then just… sat in the car for a bit, processing what you two just did.

“Ready?..”

“..not really but just,, go ahead…”

The car then drove off, you hugging your knees as you stared out the window.

And that’s when the two of you started bonding more and moved in together!!

Of course, the police got into contact with you more than once about the deaths of Mr and Mrs Graves, and you told them you knew nothing as you tried to make yourself seem sadder than you were about the situation.

Nonetheless, living with Andrew in the apartment you bought wasn’t too bad.

You quickly graduated your college, now getting a job as a lawyer.

Andrew himself got a job somewhere, thankfully well paying.

You two managed to move shortly after you both were doing well enough on money as he expressed that he wanted to go back to college, to learn psychology!

You didn’t see any harm in that, and decided to help him pay for the expenses.

Maybe you shouldn’t have though.

Eventually, during your time together, he’d start commenting on some of the outfits you wore.

“..That looks a bit too short”

“The color doesn’t match you”

“It exposes.. maybe a bit too much”

You of course questioned further why he was acting like this when he wasn’t even dating you, making him reply; “I’m just.. worried about you”

So you shrugged it off.

Then the gifts started.

Romantic ones.

Flowers you loved, stuffed animals, jewelry you liked, etc.

You found it.. admiring.

Andrew started getting more touchy too.

Even if you didn’t want it.

He apologized for that of course, before going back to touch you more.

This was all before he proposed the idea that you two should start dating.

Of course, for mainly appearance looks.

But you didn’t know the truth, nor the mistake you’ve made.

It only took a little more time before Andrew started getting more and more possessive over you.

He would always have some form of physical contact with you, started saying you could only go out with him, until it changed you couldn’t go out at all besides for work.

Even then he would secretly have a tracker on you always to make sure you were always where you said you were.

You tried to object to his actions, before he started making excuses for his behavior.

“Do you know how many men would drool over you??”

“I’m just trying to protect you.”

He would then cajole you to place down the subject.

Now while you were at home, he was all handsy with you.

And he was far too good at manipulating you that you would start standing up for yourself.

The final straw was when he got you pregnant.

You sobbed for days, you never wanted children.

You eventually tried to get him out and break up with him.

But he threatened you all too well.

“If you do this, i’ll make sure to ruin everything you have, you wouldn’t want to raise that child all by yourself?” “You wouldn’t live without me.”

So you sucked it up, and couldn’t even get rid of the child either since you were too afraid.

Genuinely afraid.

So.. now you’re trapped with him forever in this rose covered coffin. One where the roses are wilting and have poisonous thorns so you may never leave again.

Woah, this took— much longer than I expected. But, i’m alive!! Ty all for reading and I’ll be sure to try and update more!

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rendy-a · 5 months

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Reverse Trope Writing Prompt Summaries

I've seen these reverse trope prompts going around and they seem so funny, I've decided to write one. I'll list a bunch of little summaries and then do a poll to vote on one.

Too many beds! When Deuce gets the opportunity to visit Clock Town with his friends, he excitedly tells his mother all his friends will be joining him. He later discovers that only his wild pal the Prefect will join him. Too embarrassed to admit to his mother that the large hotel rooms she rented was for nothing, they decide to have such a wild party that no one will ever guess that there were too many beds!

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss. You've just discovered that the animal shelter in your town is being closed so that a local restaurant run by a shady (rumored to be mafia) boss can open a branch location. You've seen a teal-haired menacing man going into the place with his timid looking secretary. On impulse, you decide to grab the secretary and use his life for leverage to get the mafia to give up their plan. Little do you realize the bashful gentleman you've kidnapped is actually the famous Don Azul himself.

Real nice guy who hates only you. There was a time when you remember actually wanting to be Silver's friend. That was before you got to know the residents of Diasomnia better. Now, it seems like every sleepover or breakfast date you have with your new bestie Lilia only makes the gentle Silver strike out at you in a ball of jealous rage. Just what is his problem with you?

Academic rivals except it's two teachers who compete to have the best class. Crowley brags about how he is clearly the best teacher on campus. Why, when he teaches class, the students never fail to gain a perfect score! Ha, he is so magnificent! Perhaps he should just take over teaching full time and let Crewel do the annual government audit instead, ha ha! To which Crewel replies, Hell no. The competition to prove themselves most worthy teacher (and avoid the audit) is on!

Divorce of Convenience. Marriage to Ruggie was everything you thought it would be; a tough life but it had its perks. Your hubby Ruggie always had an ear out to opportunity for his small family. That's why, when he told you about the new low income housing for unmarried residents he found, you couldn't rule it out. One quicky divorce later, you are now on the road to financial security...that is if you can convince the straight-laced inspector Jack that you truly are nothing more than the roommates you pretend to be.

True hate's kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse). You've become the assistant to Vil in order to make extra cash. One day, in a series of mishaps, Vil ends up drinking a cup of tea cursed with his Unique Magic that caused him to lose his voice. With an important interview coming up, it up to you to convince the proud Vil to travel to Royal Sword and ask his eternal rival Neige for a kiss to break the spell.

Dating your enemy's sibling. After a huge fight, your former pal Ace is now your worst enemy. You can't stop thinking about that fight and how you (maybe) didn't quite win it. The whole thing just makes you hungry for revenge. You spent a lot of time thinking of the perfect way to get under Ace's skin when you see a post on Magicam of Ace's older brother working his theme park job. Suddenly, you have the wildest idea on who you want to bring to the campus dance.

Love Triangle where the two love interests get together instead. No one was more invested in being a fan of Vil Schoenheit then you, the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm. Unless, it was your rival fan Rook. Vil is thoroughly fed up with you both. He announces that, from tomorrow onward, only one of you will be allowed to accompany him to class and help him at lunch. You now have one night to prove to Rook that your admiration of Vil surpasses his own. As the night goes on, you discover the allure of being totally in sync with another super fan. Can your love for Vil survive his ultimate fan?

Too hot to cuddle. There is a heatwave happening at NRC and the air conditioning magic is broke all over campus. It wouldn't be much of an issue except your dating notorious cuddler Leona Kingscholar. You've turned him down for a nap in the sweltering botanical gardens and denied him from resting his head on your sweaty lap in Savanahclaw. Will your clever boyfriend find a solution or be driven mad by the frustration?

#Reverse tropes #poll game

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esther-dot · 1 year

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You know sometimes fans forget that Dany was raised by Viserys and he fed Targ exceptionalism and blood purity to her. He taught her that Targs have right to Westeros. Plus she is surrounded by toxic people who generally feeds her Targ propaganda. At many times she started emaluting like her toxic family. Yet they think that Dany an underdog shouldn't be punished by narrative. That her becoming like her evil family is reductive story.

I understand the discomfort fans have with some of Martin’s choices here, but he said that the Targaryens were inspired by the Ptolemy dynasty, which imo indicates he always intended to tell the story of the end of house Targaryen. I really don’t think he expected fans to believe Dany would be victorious and restore House Targaryen, simply because, it isn’t a good thing for people to liken themselves to gods or believe in blood purity. The fact that the fandom has ostracized those who point to such things as bad is…interesting.

At the same time, I do have a lot of sympathy for those who feel that it is offensive to write an abuse victim turning into an abuser. But, we can have objections to things Martin has written without denying what he’s done. I think that’s an essential aspect of engaging with this series, actually. Viserys is such an abusive, horrible force in Dany’s life, and I do think she could have been different / had a different end if she wasn’t so influenced by him/the Targ beliefs. She still has good instincts, the desire to do good, but it isn’t enough for her to reject all the Targ ideas he inculcated in her at such a young age.

I think it’s gonna get so much worse because the fear that “waking the dragon” inspires in Dany (and us!) because of Viserys’ abuse makes that an especially worrisome phrase, and while it features a lot in AGOT, we understandably start to see it far less as the series goes on until it pops up again from Dany’s own lips in ADWD. To me, that must be a deliberate choice on the author’s part to indicate where this is heading. I suppose the frustration is that it feels like Dany is doomed by her blood because we know she has better instincts. We know she doesn’t *want* to be evil, but Martin has talked about being the hero in one’s own story, the villain being the hero of the other side, and no other character has the potential to carry that the way Dany does. We either have people who are recognized as villains by everyone, heroes, and then those who are clearly doing bad things but people deny it means anything. The interest in having a psychological reason for why someone makes the choices they do (Cersei has them, Tyrion, the Hound, even LF…) means that we can relate and see them as humans, which is a worthy goal artistically, even though for some people, the abused to abuser take is too much.

I suppose what saves the story from being reductive is how many characters we have? As in, Jon is a Targ, and we know he will not give into the worst Targaryen impulses—this isn’t about blood. Sam was raised in a toxic/abusive environment, and he is kind and good — this isn’t a story in which your fate is written by your abusers. Bran was driven from his home and starved in the North but will ultimately have some hand in saving Westeros— this isn’t a story in which all those who are wronged are forever exiled / doomed to failure.

I know we all pick our favs and think “of this happens to X, the story is saying Y,” but it isn’t quite that simple, and Dany is only part of a much more complex whole.

#dot chat #sorry for such a late response anon!#anti daenerys

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asdear · 4 days

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Finally...

Here she is. 👀

I'm also going to post screenshots of what I wrote about her because I'll be honest, I don't feel like pasting everything and then re-formatting the text if it gets all messed up. I will paste her backstory/life summary, though. 🫠

I also used CharacterHub's OC template, but I removed, added, or changed some prompts to fit my character.

My other two fan characters are mentioned in her info, too, and y'all will get some hints about them. So just an FYI. 👀

C/TW: mentions of mental health, different types of abuse/assault, violence, drinking, sexual stuff, non-romantic age gap pairing, divorce, toxic parent, neurodivergent struggles

Backstory / Life Summary

Grace grew up in a lower-middle-class, single-parent household, where she had a mostly happy childhood despite some challenges. She loved riding horses at riding stables and cheerleading in middle and high school, and her dad often took her to a riding stable that offered free rides for people with disabilities. Since she had ADHD, she was eligible for it.

However, at age 14, her dad began to struggle with mental health issues related to his divorce in his past, which led to toxic behavior that affected Grace deeply. Fed up with his behavior, she impulsively fled to Los Santos when she was 16, using her passport and savings for college to stay in a hostel. To avoid being tracked down by her entire family, she deleted her social media accounts and used her own bank account to avoid leaving any evidence of running away. Despite doing everything out of impulsion, she did not regret her decision, even later on.

Only a week after arriving in Los Santos, she met Lamar on the street, who offered her the opportunity to become a gangbanger in exchange for money. She accepted the offer, despite him not knowing her age, and found that she enjoyed the thrill of criminal work.

Lester, another contact, eventually heard about her activity on the streets and reached out to her as an unknown contact, leading to her first big job working for tech billionaire Avon Hertz. Because she was underage and running out of money for her hostel, Lester was kind enough to buy her a temporary house to live in, as well as get an underground facility for her, though he had her pay him back for the facility when she had the money.

Avon initially didn't know her age, but he found out when - after the infiltration of the IAA facility - he secretly asked Lester if she was a “child.” He would even briefly catch her carrying around and playing with a unicorn squishy toy during meetings, making him wonder if she was very young, especially since fidget toys were stereotypically associated with children. Lester told him that she wasn't a child, but she was still underage and was 16 years old. Of course, the billionaire was shocked and in disbelief after discovering her age.

It took Agent 14 and Mrs. Rackman - though mostly Lester - to stand up for her and get him to accept that she was capable of doing such hard tasks. Despite using his narcissism to “protect" her innocence with degrading comments, Avon eventually got used to the idea of working with an underaged employee, though he still rarely made remarks about her age.

All of the jobs Grace did had a mental impact on her, as she struggled to adjust to the shift from casual gangbanging to high-stakes criminal activity. During and after being associated with Avon, she experienced nightmares, dissociation, and insomnia as a result, and often tried to avoid thinking about everything that happened. Despite the difficulty of the jobs, she was motivated by money and insisted on continuing to work for Avon, despite Lester and Agent 14's concerns for her well-being.

A couple of days after killing Avon, Grace went out of her way to steal his Cyclone from his house and keep it for herself, even making up lies to explain how she obtained it to anyone who somehow recognized it.

Nearly a month later, Agent 14 introduced her to the gunrunning business, which provided her an opportunity to get a kickstart in owning illegal businesses. Regardless if she was underaged, he still allowed her to purchase a bunker for her to earn more money and, although not the primary reason, as a sign of gratitude for her and her heist partner rescuing him from Merryweather and Avon.

Grace continued to expand her criminal empire over the years, buying more illegal businesses, taking on new job opportunities, and meeting a variety of contacts in Los Santos. Then, in mid-2019, she met Jordan at the Diamond Casino and Resort, where they were sitting alone and drinking away their pain after a failed bank heist they attempted; they had lost their entire crew and received no money in the end. Grace comforted them and let them spend that same night at her penthouse. She even brought them into her crew, and they robbed the casino together later on in the year with the help of Lester.

In 2020, Grace went against the Kkangpae gang - who were trying to attack and kill her yacht staff members - and she managed to succeed in fending them off, even killing the gang’s boss. As December 2020 then approached, she met Martin Madrazo's son, Miguel, and he introduced her to robbing the world's most notorious drug lord, Juan "El Rubio" Strickler.

Although appearing uninterested in Grace at first, El Rubio seemed to briefly give her flirtatious looks as she was driving him and English Dave to the beach party. She never knew if she was simply seeing things, so she pretended to be oblivious to his facial expressions.

While scoping out his island, Grace was horrified to witness him killing his staff member, Gustavo, with his panther, and Pavel, her associate, was just as equally shocked. However, she quickly did her best to shrug off the moment and continue scoping the island.

In late 2021, Grace met Luca at the Music Locker nightclub, where he introduced himself by attempting to flirt with her; it especially was awkward since they were both mute, and she felt weirded out by it. She didn't show interest in him, though they continued to talk - via texting and using text-to-speech - and clicked almost instantly as friends.

She found out that Luca was a recent legal immigrant from Italy and was also a criminal, but he didn't have much luck continuing his criminal work in Los Santos, as he barely knew anyone. Grace decided to bring him into her crew, now having her, Jordan, and him as a crew of three people to do various illegal jobs and heists together.

Later on, in mid-2022, Grace returned to Avon's missile silo as part of a mission assigned by Agent ULP. Accompanied by Luca - being both an emotional support partner and going with her in case any tasks required two people - she hacked the servers while he fended off the cyborg juggernauts. The juggernauts first activating triggered an anxiety attack for Grace, due to her lingering phobia of robots, though with ULP telling her, “Stay calm, agent," and Luca staying near her, she managed to quickly calm down and stay focused on her tasks.

In early 2023, Grace confessed her romantic attraction to Pavel, and although he rejected her, they eventually decided to become friends with benefits. He preferred not to date while isolating himself in the Kosatka submarine, but he was mainly very hesitant and unsure of dating a much younger adult. He was even aware that, despite both of them looking for something serious if they wanted to date, they were entirely different in terms of their ages and a bit of their personalities - she was a stereotypical young, wild party girl who hated being away from people for too long, and he was an older, laid back man who liked avoiding crowds.

To make things fair, though, he allowed Grace to explore her feelings for him while not worrying about a committed relationship. He especially found her platonically and sexually attractive, though he just didn't want anything romantic with her.

In January 2024, after being unintentionally distracted in his office, she was caught by one of El Rubio's guards during a robbery and was held captive for a few weeks. She had to deal with physical, sexual, and verbal abuse by El Rubio himself - being stabbed, dragged around by her hair, starved to near death, and forced into certain sexual acts were some things she had to put up with during her time on the island. Doing whatever she could in her situation, she would attempt to fight back and resist anything he was doing to her, even when he'd try to hold her down or drag her around.

As a trick to avoid giving him the reaction he wanted, especially if it was risky, she pretended to enjoy the torture, even using her resilient personality to stand up to him and his brutal acts. Secretly, though, she was tired of faking, but she was never sure if she wanted to give in to him either. Even when he found out her trick, he still pushed to verbally, physically, and sexually hurt her to make her give up, but she would still try to act unaffected by the torture.

After being held on Cayo Perico for what felt like a very long time to her, she finally had a way to escape one day. She noticed a guard passing by her holding a knife in his pocket, and she managed to seduce him to let her out of the cage. Once he opened the cage door, she walked up to him and briefly kissed him, while carefully taking the knife from his pocket and quickly stabbing him to death. She then used as much of her strength as she could to drag his body somewhere hidden, stole his clothes, and escaped the island with her disguise.

As expected, El Rubio was enraged and completely snapped when he discovered that she escaped, yelling at all of his guards and even killing lots of them. He would always do what he could to track her down and also kept sending out some guards to try to find her, though he hadn't been lucky.

To protect herself, Grace has taken extreme measures, such as wiping everything on her old phone and getting rid of it, using a different phone number, and deleting her social media accounts. She also bought a new flip phone to use for calling and texting, and a new smartphone only for criminal tasks, like hacking. Even if features and apps were limited on her new primary phone, she also liked the aesthetic and function of it, making her more tempted to use flip phones in the long run.

Shortly after she returned to Los Santos, Pavel revealed to her that he had witnessed the abuse through CCTV feed, and that Jordan and Luca had initially been planning to rescue her, though she escaped before they could move on their plan. Even though he was hesitant about going outside of the submarine, he also thought about going with them to help out.

He especially temporarily stopped their FWB relationship to give her time to mentally and physically heal. He was distraught witnessing what El Rubio did to her and didn't want to make her uncomfortable by jumping back into their sexual moments instantly.

#gta #grand theft auto #gta online #grand theft auto online #oc #original character #fan character #my oc #my oc character

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hydropyro · 5 months

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Hellweave

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Cw: dubcon/contractual obligation

Gale

Gale was taking especially long with his next move. He had yet to beat the archdevil - and now he was close. If he was careful, victory would be his. His eyes scanned the board, trying to play out the potential moves of each piece in his head.

The incubus’s tail tapping the side of the large bed was distracting, but he was focused on the game, Tara sleeping peacefully - or as peacefully as one could sleep in the Hells - in his lap.

“Look at how his brow scrunches up,” the incubus said, sitting up in the bed. He was speaking to Raphael, who ignored him. “I could just eat him up.”

Gale held his breath and made his move, sitting back in wait for the retaliation that he knew was coming. “You’d be surprised to know you wouldn’t be the first to try and eat me.”

“I didn’t mean literally,” the incubus said, sounding a bit annoyed, but Raphael smiled down at his lanceboard pieces.

“Yes, you traveled with a Bhaalspawn, didn’t you?” A piece was moved easily, with little hesitation. He drank from his goblet.

Gale had forgotten his own wine - but the intoxication was not helping his game so he was not eager to continue. He looked down at the board, knowing that Raphael would become cross if he stopped their game in order to speak. “I did. It was a bit hairy for a while - dead bard in camp - murderous impulses and all.

“They really hit it off with Astarion, though. I think they’ll be good for one another.” He moved a piece quickly, not as carefully as he would have liked.

Raphael made a discontented sound and rested his chin in his hand, surveying the board. “Yes - fallen demigod and masterless spawn - roaming free in the Underdark.

“Shame - after all that work I put in for ‘Lord Gortash’, I was thrilled to see his little dalliance with the murder god’s child. He was always a sentimental child - how delicious it would have been for him to crawl back needing help - assuming the Bhaalspawn didn’t kill him first.” The devil moved another piece, but did not seem pleased with his play, and the piece was quickly taken by one of Gale’s.

“What do you mean ‘work’ for Gortash?” Gale brought his goblet to his lips and took a long drink. It was strong, and he felt it in his body and his head almost immediately.

Raphael was quiet as he looked over the board, and moved a piece, before saying, “Gortash wasn’t self-made,” he chuckled. “Had I not educated him he’d have been a shoemaker.”

“So you were the one that bought him?” Gale asked. “Why?”

“He was a promising artificer. Properly educated, I could have made use of him - and I did.” Raphael pointed to Gale’s side of the board, indicating that he should take his turn. “The little shit thought he escaped the House of Hope, but of course, no one escapes me.”

“You - let Enver Gortash go? And helped him become a successful slaver?” Gale raised his eyebrows. He shook his head in disbelief and moved a piece.

“I did not choose his occupation, but I did ensure he was successful.” Raphael claimed one of Gale’s pieces. “That his ego was fed so he would believe himself capable of raiding my father’s vault, yes.

“Did you think I spent two thousand years diddling myself and hoping that my father would give me the Crown?” Raphael laughed.

“I imagine Haarlep was useful,” Gale quipped, but then he frowned, and raised wide eyes to Raphael. Haarlep snorted to the side. He rested his goblet on the table. “I apologize.”

Raphael shook his head. “No need. Drink. Be merry, they say.

“Haarlep is useful - in their way. My father sent him - as a ‘gift’ - a distraction - suspicious that I was quiet and compliant following his poinding the crown.”

“For good reason, I’d wager. It is my experience that you are neither.” A deep blush fanned over the wizard’s cheeks, hidden some by his well-groomed beard. “What did you do to the wine?”

“Nothing,” Raphael chuckled. “We are hardly a bottle in and your tongue is looser than a whore’s cunt.”

The wizard grimaced at the comparison.

“Have you spent the past year alone?”

“Other than Tara,” Gale murmured. He wrung his hands a moment before reaching for the goblet and taking a long drink again - if only to have something to do. “You - get used to the solitude - after a while.

“But, you also get used to the company. The transition between the two is quite difficult.”

Raphael sipped his own wine, flexing his foot in a lazy, rhythmic circle. He nodded. “I have found my surroundings quite loud as of late. Though I suppose it is less of a comradeship than your grand adventure.

“Drink, we are celebrating, are we not? Let your tongue wag tonight, little wizard. It yearns for it, and I am nothing if not charitable.

“Besides - honesty is not in itself disrespectful - I welcome it, in fact - and I think your mind lithe enough, even drunk, not to test my good graces.”

Gale swallowed, unsure if he could trust the invitation or his own tongue, and focused back on the board. He saw his opening -

“I believe it’s checkmate,” Gale said. He was proud of himself, they had played many games together and he had always lost, but he didn’t allow himself to be smug.

Raphael lowered his goblet, having been shooting an annoyed look at the incubus, and looked at the board. He was quiet for many moments, and then hummed in mild surprise. “So it is. Yet another thing to celebrate.”

The devil leaned forward and Gale thought he would collect the pieces to reset the game - and he found warm - hot - lips on his. A large, red hand gripped his jaw possessively, but it was gentle enough.

Gale squeaked in surprise and jumped in his seat, though he didn’t pull away. It was not a bad kiss - though unexpected - and he opened his mouth to allow the large tongue in.

“How dare you!” A flash of brown shot across the lanceboard toward Raphael, knocking the pieces aside. “You can’t just grab Mr. Delarios like that, fiend!” Tara hissed.

Raphael held Gale in place while he leaned back and threw the flying cat. It wouldn’t hurt her, but it would give them a moment while she collected herself.

“Tara,” Gale said as calmly as he could, trying to deescalate the situation. He could feel his jaw flexing in the devil’s tight grip. “I appreciate your concern - but I believe the contract would state that he can.”

Raphael had turned his attention toward the tressym, prepared to argue with her. He wouldn’t harm her - it would break their contract - but Hells below if those two went one day without arguing. Before he could speak he paused and released Gale.

“Please, don’t make this hard for me,” Gale said to his dear friend. Her fur stood on end and her wings were held up and open, furry tail jerking back and forth. Gale had guaranteed that she would not attempt to harm Raphael, either.

Tara’s eyes flicked over to Gale and she deflated a bit, breathing out an annoyed sigh. “I don’t care what the contract says. You’re a person, Mr. Dekarios. Not a thing.

“First Mystra - now this, I daresay, prick.” She hissed.

“I want it, Tara, please -” Gale said, putting a hand to his chest.

“You lie,” she hissed.

“Please leave. Go to our room - please.”

Her tail whipped back and forth, and she lowered her head with a heavy sigh. “If that’s what you wish, Gale.”

“Thank you.” Gale smiled to his dearest friend, trying to ignore the thundering of his heart. She left, padding through the shimmering doorway and turning the corner in the direction of the suite she and Gale shared.

Hot hands were on him again, grasping his jaw and turning him to face Raphael’s burning gaze. The devil’s eyes were narrowed. “Is it a lie, Mr. Dekarios?”

He swallowed. “I - I am not requesting it, but I am not opposed - I don’t think.

“It is in our contract, is it not? I expected it - eventually.”

Flaming eyes searched his for a moment before a strong hand grabbed the front of his robes and pulled him up onto the lanceboard and across, into the large devil’s lap. A mouth descended on his again, sharp teeth grazing over his lips without biting.

“Open,” Raphael’s rumbling voice demanded and Gale did, letting his jaw fall lax so the devil could do as he liked.

The thick tongue pushed in and across his - neither rough nor unpleasant - and Gale closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensations - and ignore the incubus sitting across the room behind him.

Raphael’s tongue was long and the devil pulled his jaw open wider to press the strong muscle deep into Gale’s mouth, exploring and burning as it went. His breath was hot on the wizard’s face, and Gale could feel Raphael’s arousal through the layers of clothes between them.

He brought a hand to his own lap and he was nowhere near ‘ready’ in that sense. He didn’t really feel much of anything - and he wondered if that was how Astarion felt after all his decades of hardship. Numb. Resigned.

Raphael was giving him something far more valuable than a prison and rats for meals. Truth be told - Raphael was giving him much what Mystra had. Why had it felt holy to trade his body and service to her for power - and felt sinful to do it now? Was it because she was a goddess and this was a fiend? Surely it wasn’t that black and white.

Was it because she had praised him since he was young, told him how special he was, and made him feel special, made him feel like they were companions and lovers - only letting her true feelings be known when he was no longer ‘useful’ - and Raphael was upfront about his possession? The Archdevil Supreme had not tried to suggest that He and Gale were to be equal. Gale was a pet that Raphael cared for lest he combust for lack of the devil’s mercy.

This - was a transaction.

He had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t immediately registered that the kisses had stopped and the two devils were speaking back and forth in a gutteral - though somehow smooth - language.

Raphael

“What is the matter, master?” Haarlep continued to stroke himself, as he had been doing throughout the lanceboard games, trying to distract Raphael. And it worked. The wizard had won - not quite ‘fairly’.

Despite a sparkle of fear - a hint of trepidation in his scent - Gale put on a mask of ease when around Raphael. He was an active participant in conversations - allowing the Archdevil to speak lively and more or less comfortably with another. Haarlep was smart enough to talk, but he really preferred occupying his mouth with other tasks. Korilla was well spoken, well educated at Raphael’s behest, but his dominion over her was ever apparent. Appreciated - but separatory.

They had, thus, discussed much. And with his contract secure Raphael did not need to dance around what he wanted or charm the other party. It did not matter what the human wizard thought - his soul was bound.

Despite their differences - especially in power - Gale had given him an engaging ‘partnership’ since he’d signed away his soul.

So for the wizard to - not submit - to - *wilt* in his grasp - complacent, yes, pliant, but with no passion or ambition of his own - felt - hollow.

Raphael frowned at the human in his lap. The wizard tried to play his part well, bringing his hand to his own crotch, maybe to try and will the limp organ into action, but the apathy was maddening.

It was not as though Raphael was a *rapist*. He did not want to ‘force’ himself on Gale, though it was true that the vague wording in the contract would cover the Archdevil’s right to carnal satisfaction. But Gale did not put him in a position where he needed to remind him of such binds. Such duties that he was contractually obligated to perform in repayment for the mercy Raphael allowed.

Nor did he want the devil who’s lap he now sat on.

The whiff of anxiety that always accompanied Gale’s scent in his presence didn’t change. He was not afraid of what the Archdevil would do. And he was certainly not aroused.

Why did that bother him? This human was a thing - regardless what the obnoxious cat had said. Property to be used as and when Raphael saw fit.

“Nothing duller than a loyal dog,” Raphael said to himself in infernal, not quite answering Haarlep’s question. He smirked to himself, and pushed the wizard off of his lap and into a standing position.

The wizard dropped to his knees, trying to anticipate what Raphael may want. It would be an exciting display of submission if it was what *he* wanted. But he didn’t do it to *please* Raphael. He did it to satisfy the contract. Such a powerful man, with such utility and potential, reduced to a mere *debtor*.

“What *do* you want, Gale?”

The wizard raised his eyes to Raphael’s, appearing confused by the question. “Are you asking for my preferences? What position I’d prefer?”

Haarlep snorted from the bed, and Raphael snapped in infernal for him to stop masturbating himself - and by extension Raphael.

“Think bigger,” Raphael said in common again to the human kneeling before him. Kneeling not in fear - not in reverence - in *annoying* apathetic obligation. “You will live a long life at my hand.

“What do you want from it?”

“I - want to serve you - master.”

Raphael bared his fangs in a grimace. The title was forced - *uncomfortable* - but it had not made Gale uncomfortable to utter, nor did it excite the human to have his power in another’s hands - so it only made *Raphael* uncomfortable. It was not said as a title of power and status - but like Gale was some cheap whore he’d bought for a few gold in a brothel. Soulless - *cheap*.

“Korilla *wants* to serve me. The debtors are echoes of who they were in life - no autonomy left - obligated to serve me.”

It did not seem that the intelligent human understood.

“If you could do anything - within the bounds of your contract - right now, what would you do?” Raphael asked. “And stand up.”

The man climbed to his feet, his brow furrowed and eyes wary. “I - I’d like to keep playing lanceboard.”

Raphael gestured to the chair he’d pulled the man out of. “Set it up.”

Gale frowned at the chair, then at Raphael, before he cautiously side-stepped over and did as was asked. He was tense as he reset the pieces - and he trembled more then than he had in Raphael’s arms.

“Your move,” Raphael said. He drank from his goblet and sat back comfortably. To Haarlep he said, “Distract me again and I will feed you to the imps,” in infernal.

Haarlep only laughed. Their contract prevented Raphael from harming him - but the incubus took the hint and transformed into his own form - free of the imprisonment the Archdevil had kept him in for centuries. It did not stop him from pleasuring himself across the room, but Raphael didn’t feel it in his own body.

Gale considered his move a short time before making it.

#baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #raphael #simpathyforthedevil #raphael bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale #gale dekarios #hellweave

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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and finally for If You're Still Taking Ficlet Suggestions For The Theoretical Persona AU, i am always a fan of skizz.

Impulse looks up from bed, where he's been reading. He's not sure what for; it's a book he's already finished. It won't help him... no, it's a book he likes though. He can re-read it. He doesn't need to perfectly optimize every second. He's wasting time being sick after the sleeping - but he's supposed to just be doing things he likes. He likes this book.

But he's read it before. He's wasting time. Maybe his head's still a mess; maybe getting rescued didn't entirely fix that. He's been considering asking Ren to sneak him a book he hasn't read to get that last bit of intelligence anyway, even if he's supposed to be resting, and not thinking about that, he literally just got rescued from a spiral of thinking about that, or more accurately thinking about Bdubs, that he put him into, that, he shouldn't...

"Dippledop! I brought cookies!" says a voice from outside.

"Cookies? Oh man, come in!" Impulse says. It's a distraction from the book.

Skizz is bright-faced for someone Impulse thinks has probably been up for multiple days. As promised, he's brought cookies. They smell absolutely delicious. Given that the main things he's been fed by Tango (doctor by proxy of having healing magic) are things like "soup" and "saltine crackers", he's pretty excited by the cookies.

"How you feelin', buddy?" Skizz asks, tossing the basket on the bed next to Impulse. Impulse reaches in and nearly cries. They're his favorite; they even have the walnuts in them that Skizz normally claims to hate.

"Like I got hit by a truck. Talk about a role reversal; I can feel why you didn't get back on your feet for weeks."

"Yeah, well, don't go rushing it. We didn't patiently spend all that time with me just to rush you, you know," Skizz says.

"I'm not sure I'd describe that as patient," Impulse says.

"Hey! I was plenty patient!" Skizz says indignantly. "Look at you! Wouldn't you also wanna rush it? But nope! Not doing it! I'm putting at least as much love and attention into you as you put into me!"

"...yeah," Impulse says. "Uh, you don't - owe me for that. I've already gotten plenty from - yeah. Besides, at this point I've technically been through worse?"

"Dude," Skizz says.

"You've watched like half of it?" Impulse adds.

"Dude," Skizz says, a bit more emphatically. "Impulse. Dippledop. Light of my life."

Impulse laughs a little incredulously. "Yeah?"

"I never want to think about you going through worse again," Skizz says.

"Oh, shoot," Impulse says. "I get it. It was - well, it was really hard, watching it when it happened to you. When I found you it was just... that hospital, man. I - yeah, I'm sorry. It had to have been hard, whatever was in my maze. The memory's fuzzy. Ren tried to describe it, but..."

"I am so glad your real-world apartment is cleaner," Skizz says. "And I mean it. Seeing you lying there just... still. I never want to... you can't do that to me again, Impulse. You can't. And when I get my hands on Bdubs..."

"Don't worry," mumbles Impulse. "I won't let him do anything that upsets you like that again, okay? I learned that lesson."

"And I'll learn him! I'll -"

There's a pause.

"...Impulse."

Impulse blinks several times at the sudden shift in Skizz's tone. "Yeah?"

The man leans forward and suddenly wraps Impulse into a bear hug. Impulse yelps. "Stop trying to talk about my feelings when I'm here to comfort you," he says.

"I mean, it's fine if you were upset by -"

"Impulse, you spent like, eight months, all of which you were talking about me, and all of them tracking my recovery. And yeah, you had whatever your tarot card thing is that's going on, sure."

Impulse flinches. Every time he remembers everyone knows about that now, he sort of wants to throw up. Given that nausea isn't actually a symptom of recovering from sleeping sickness so much as just extreme fatigue, he suspects that either he has an unusual reaction as a persona user, or... it's just all in his head.

"I don't care. You'd have done it even if there wasn't the weird magic, right?"

Impulse opens his mouth to say something, and then closes it again. He could say something about how, yeah, back at the beginning, sure, but at this point his head had - well, if he hadn't gotten so mixed up, he wouldn't be in this situation to begin with. If there wasn't this ever-present sense that he had to use his time wisely. If...

"Hey. No. Look at me. Buddy."

Skizz steps back from the hug. Impulse looks at him. Skizz's smile is blinding. It really is like the sun, Impulse thinks distantly. Around them, there's a soft glow. There's a flame in Skizz's hand, Impulse realizes. He doesn't know where it came from. He doesn't think Skizz notices.

"You gave so, so much time for me. Let me help you. Let me do this for you. Okay?"

"Okay," Impulse says hoarsely.

"Okay," says Skizz, and he claps his hands around the flame and gaps. "...oh."

"Hey, I know we just had a conversation about me redirecting to talking about you when you don't want to," Impulse says, staring, "but like... is your persona supposed to do that?"

"What? You're the one who's supposed to know!" yelps Skizz. "I mean, not supposed to, dangit, we were just talking about -"

"No, I know what you mean, but no one ever said - dude, it's like a Pokemon or something! Why is it different now? I thought only mine did that!" Impulse says.

"Haha! Not anymore! I'm catching up!" Skizz says, and he reaches across the bed again to try to give Impulse a noogie.

"Hey! Hey! No fair! That's cheating!" Impulse says. "I can barely fight back! I almost died yesterday!"

"Well I've almost died too, so it doesn't count! That just means I can win for once!"

"Cheater! Cheater!"

"All's fair, dippledop!"

Impulse laughs, and Skizz laughs too, and he forgets entirely about the book.

Thou art I... And I am thou... Thou hast established a genuine bond... Thy bond shall be the flame of inspiration that expresses the true beauty in your heart. We bestow upon ye the secrets of the Sun arcana, granting you its ultimate power.

[MAX rank!]

#answered #aquelondungeonmaster #prompt ficlets #theoretical persona au #i saw your other three and i want to get to those too i just wanted to do this one because i had some Thoughts #anyway those Thoughts are 'in this theoretical game if you get your social links to a certain level before the rescue'#'the final few ranks can change A Lot'#also if you ask for more skizz i'll give it to you because this was as much an impulse ficlet as a skizz one lol

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enneamage · 1 year

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what do you think about tommy&dream situation as of right now? do you think tommy publicly cut ties with his "if youtubers were honest" video or intended to poke fun at dream and found out in his usual tommy-style? on the topic of the video, i partially view this skit as him being fed up and saying "fuck you" to twt users that try to control him and his humor. i leaned into this after he made an effort to emphasize how schlatt is his hero on the stream after

I want to walk back the post I did a little bit ago about how him saying that Florida was ‘too far’ was more likely a joke than an excuse because I think something changed around then. Don’t know what, but the friction between the time when he was excited to go to the Dream team house and pulling back really does look like a turning point in retrospect.

Tommy has become openly disdainful of Dream in public, which technically isn’t a change since he’s always picked a fight with Dream on some level, but now it’s entirely hostile. I don’t know if other people are getting this vibe, but to me Tommy seems to be coming off a lot more angry in general lately, in a way that’s a bit of a callback to when he was younger but with less Youth behind it.

Tommy has historically had a warped sense of what he is allowed to do to other people vs what other people are allowed to do to him, so I really don’t know what he expected when he put the video out cause-and-effect wise. I think that thinking of himself as being in the right really changes his view of what ‘should’ happen in situations, but his expectations are hard to read with the skit video.

Tommy did a couple streams recently and I’ve had to pick and choose what I wanted to watch since I run low on time, but I caught the product testing stream since it was short. At one point he talked about why he wanted to try reviewing products, and that he thinks he was too afraid to say what he really thought before. Now he says his attitude has changed, and he said something along the lines of: I don’t have anything much to lose anymore, and more to gain. This was mainly about giving Youtuber brands ‘honest’ reviews (calling Prime trash, valid) but something tells me that he’s taking that attitude to other areas as well.

Tommy seems close to acting out lately. I’ve mentioned a few times before that I’ll often mentally compare him to other people with his habits who went on to be critics / reviewers / pundits, but right now his impulses are really un-refined and mostly based on being grumpy and testing things to their breaking point. If he really is in a “I’ll break it to feel more in control” headspace, I’m genuinely concerned with what he’s going to convince himself is a good idea moving forward, because even though he values having nerve he is just not good at criticism yet. He’s gonna say/do some dumb shit in public and get bodied. God he should have gone to uni-- anyway, sorry.

I think he’s going through a phase of being twitter-aware. There’s a subsection of stans that are egging on his public reactions and he seems more receptive to them right now. Some of the switch-up came after his tour where he seemed to come back from with more of an appreciation for his fans, but keeping up with the Big Name Fans is a whole different can of worms since that’s more of a power game/echo chamber than the general fanbase at large. Then again, the youtube comment section can be it’s own thing since they’re more likely to just want a spectacle. He seems sensitive to people leaving or disengaging with him so I wonder if a part of it comes from not wanting to give up the fans (or friends!) he has left by coming down on dream, since the last time he fucked up on stream involved a snapchat joke.

There’s big holes in this story around what Dream and Tommy’s direct communication has looked like in the past year. That feels like the most important bit that we’ll probably never get to see, so it’s all half-informed stabs in the dark from me.

#I think this is going to be a hard schoolyear for Tommy #gen tmmy tag #Something to notice about the skits is a kind of black and white thinking #Where one person is completely ‘reasonable’ while the other is off the wall #I wonder how real that is regarding how he thinks

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nattosushi · 6 months

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Baldur's Gate 3 fan fiction featuring Lumina (Dark Urge Diaries' character)

Don't forget to check out Lumina's creator's blog. Her clips, especially her music videos, are absolutely amazing

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The invite to Lumina was written on a thick and even embossed paper. The paper was perfumed very strongly, yet it still failed to hide the sulphur.

"So, an invite to dine with the devil? Should I be jealous, darling?" Astarion commented as he took hold of her hand, "But since he won't be alone and offers you the chance of taking one of us, and I now enjoy a decent meal like the rest of you, I am clearly the most suitable choice. I can also charm his little pet and gain some more information. Not that I think she would be useful. Unlike you, my treasure, his pet is so dull. For a devil with such potential, he is rather lacking in taste."

"I don't think that will be a good idea," Elora pointed out, "You did stare at her neck a bit too long."

"I was merely curious since she is a human that is experiencing some sort of immortality. I simply wonder if that would have an effect on her blood."

"A devil," Dahlia had said as she raised her hand to touch her neck, "Is still more powerful than a vampire ascendant."

"Not quite true, my dear," Raphael had chuckled as he took her hand and kissed it, "But it is so with me. I am also the only one who is allowed to leave any mark on you."

At this, Lumina exchanged a glance with Elora and the two of them nodded in mutual agreement that it was not going to be Astarion that goes with her.

Lumina did not really think that Dahlia could provide them with any useful information, although the devil's wife did have a certain amount of knowledge and understanding in regard to his actions. She was also, for the time being, rather fond of Lumina.

Despite being impulsive, Lumina was well aware of the power and necessity of information. It was just that there were often times when she would throw away the caution that should have came with her preparation. (1)

"What of Gale? Did he not talk about whatever tome she was reading and even managed to engage in a discussion with her?" Elora suggested, "And he is really intelligent." (2)

"But after that comment about the lava worm being fed gun powder, it might be a bit too suspicious."

"And the rest of us won't be suspicious? Although now that I think about it, Gale has been rather vehement about talking to Raphael due to what he learnt about the crown. I am actually a bit worried about Gale."

Elora's gentleness could almost be sickly sweet, but Lumina did not dislike her very first companion. Perhaps it was because the other woman was not naive and was willing to listen to other views, even if she did not agree. (3)

"You and I then, just like how it was in the very beginning," Lumina declared, "I don't think there is any one more suitable."

Elora was the only one that would give her an unbiased judgment. Astarion was still too intoxicated with his new power, as well as being upset by Raphael being able to provide one of the few things that he was not able to.

Gale was now too biased due to his own desire for the crown, while Wyll's experience with his own bargain made him automatically reject any similar ones.

As for Lae'zel, the other made her view too clear.

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The invite would be answered and it was Elora that managed to sooth all their companions' protests, even reprimanding them for believing that Lumina would make an agreement on behalf of them.

"Well, I admit that it is not a completely bad idea to hear the devil out. After all, his agreement with Astarion was surprisingly fair. But my heart, do drink the antidote first."Halsin agreed reluctantly as he placed something in his lover's hand.

Nor were her companions the only ones that objected. When Elora began to talk to the others, Lumina felt a sharp pain in her brain, followed by the thoughts almost being like slaps.

"Why do you wish to see the devil if you do not intend to accept his deal? After all that we went through, all that I shared with you, you still do not trust me?"

"I am merely curious and wish to hear what he says. You can see for yourself that I am not deceiving you. You are the one that demand trust without returning it," she hissed, "Because you will immediately suspect me if I don't walk on the path you dictate."

Closing her eyes, she relaxed and allowed her mind to be exposed to him. It was just as she said, a mere curiosity. Even though she would be lying to say that she definitely did not intend to agree to the deal, she would not do so right now.

"You are right. I was, perhaps, a bit too worried," the Emperor admitted, "But you must understand that a devil such as him is extremely skilled at deception and manipulation."

"What of a mind flayer then?" she could not help but to retort before she took a deep breath and thought of how different the Emperor was from all the other mind flayers.

Most of all, why would he harm her when they sought the same thing?

Or, she suddenly realised, it was only the same in the very beginning.

The dream guardian told her that he was seeking an escape from the eventual transformation, but the emperor was actually happy with his new body. Once he appeared in his real form, he began to suggest the advantages of the transformation, even describing it as a good thing.

The Emperor seemed to be more then acceptant of his fate. Rather than the reconciliation of an inevitable situation, it truly seemed to be a metamorphosis that he was happy with.

"But I offer you the choice of deciding whether you wish for this," he pointed out, "Also, would you have dared to accept my help if I had shown you my true form in our first meeting?"

Even if he had not been completely truthful, he was still the one that protected her and the others, shielding them at great cost. Their well being was also in his interest, so they could be described as wanting the same thing.

But his hostility at freeing Orpheus was too much.

"Because it endangers us," the Emperor whispered, his voice resuming its usual calmness, "Orpheus is blind like the rest of his race. He already sees you as a mind flayer and rather than helping you, his only mercy of thanking you would be a swift death."

"Why me?" she muttered as she turned to Elora, who was given a last hug by Halsin, "She would have been much less problematic."

He chuckled, if such a sound could be called that.

"She is not like you at all. You are the leader of this group. I saw in you not only the potential to save me, but the ability to know and accept me. I did not think that there could even be another that could. No, that might not be true," in the other's voice was that of wonder and even awe, "You might have done even more then her."

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The two of them were early instead of fashionably late, as it might give them an opportunity to talk to Dahlia alone. If Raphael did not have a busy schedule then they would simply begin a bit earlier.

The guards at the door informed that even though their master was not back yet, they were welcome to wait inside.

"The mistress is in there. Do not upset her in anyway," one said, "The master is very protective of her."

"As are we," was added with a hand on the weapon, "The master does not tolerate failure."

From inside, the woman chuckled.

"Let them in. Such foolishness would not earn my devil's interest,"

Like all the other times, Dahlia was probably wearing the cost of several kingdoms. A small half opened box was on the table by her and it was filled with jewelleries that were enhanced in value due to their rarity. Unlike Elora, Lumina could not deny a few extra looks.

"Are you so easily tempted?" the Emperor reprimanded.

"I am not a child to be scolded by you," she retorted back.

"Then perhaps you should behave less like one."

"Raphael will be back soon, but you already know that, don't you?" Dahlia commented. A book rested in her lap and while the title was unfamiliar, their binding indicated a value was no inferior to her other toys.

Was that what she could expect with Astarion? But she still preferred to be right by him, instead of being left behind with all these trinkets.

"…I don't really ask him about his business and he doesn't usually volunteer," Dahlia was saying to Elora, "Save for special cases like you two. And of course, Lumina is a rather unique case, because she is the first person to ever make him flustered."

The other two were actually drinking some sort of tea and Elora was even explaining about its property.

It would almost be a normal domestic scene that she might have experienced in another life.

Almost.

"She is lying." The Emperor hissed, "She knows more. Much more."

Lumina agreed, but she was not able to employ any of her usual methods to obtain information. However, she was a bit curious about this woman, as she felt a strange sensation that was both familiar and alien.

The faint remnant of blood, a slight fragrance as it was spilt in a sacred place, fit to be drunk by her father. (4)

"That of her past," the Emperor explained, "Long ago, she must have had extensive dealings with Bhaal for the smell to cling."

"Is she a Bhaalspawn or a priestess of Bhaal?" she mused.

Recalling what Dahlia had said about her age, it would mean that the other was there during the Bhaalspawn crisis and might be a teenager or a child during the Time of Troubles.

"You can find out. You simply have to reach into her brain. I will help you."

But as Gale showed, a mage would have a high defence. Even though Lumina was sure that Raphael's desire for the crown would be enough for him to overlook his wife's anger, it was still rather risky to anger them.

And Raphael would still be angry. Strange as it was, the title of wife was there due to love. A devil's unusual and twisted love, but love nonetheless.

"Devils only love themselves. He is simply a child who cannot stand another pulling out the hair of his doll, even though he would easily toss it on the floor himself," the Emperor said harshly, "But I can help you."

Rather than slamming into the mind, they would find a gap and carefully slide into it, untangling the other thoughts.

"Could she actually know of me?" Lumina wondered, the scent of blood growing even stronger.

"We can find out."

A mage's mind was well guarded and age also added an additional protection. But the Emperor was much more skilled then her, and Lumina could almost feel him grabbing her hand and help her to move through the curtain of thorns.

The shapes began to form, the familiar symbol of her father. Various priests and priestesses were performing rituals, their dagger striking over and over.

Then, she saw a woman who cradled two babies in her arm. She knelt in front of the altar, in a dress drenched in blood.

She suddenly turned and began to laugh.

"Dahlia, meet your new siblings. Unlike you, their father is not a mere servant of our lord, but our Lord himself. Your brother is called - "

Then, the images were set aflame. A red so dark that it was almost black.

"How dare you!" Dahlia hissed.

The words were chanted rapidly, and a giant fist borne from magical energy slammed down. Both Lumina and Elora managed to duck, although a few splinters of the broken furniture shot past, grazing their checks. (5)

"To intrude in my mind when you are a guest in my room!" Dahlia continued, and she was now holding a wand. The item was already radiating with power and unlike all the other valuables Lumina had seen her hold, this was not a mere toy.

There was no other choice but to draw out her weapon. Beside her, Elora reluctantly raised her own weapon.

"Why did you do this?" she muttered to Lumina.

Luckily, their host chose to appear at that very moment.

"Now, now, my little one, I know you are angry," Raphael not only put an arm around her wrist, his other hand actually closed over her hand to take the wand, "But what an impressive display of a loss in control this is!"

"Of course I am upset!" Dahlia snapped, although she placed her arms around the cambion and leant against him.

"Oh, my little love, I was not referring to your reaction, but the action of this naughty mouse." Raphael chuckled as he kissed her forehead, "But we five are all civilized beings, so I am sure we do not need to retort to any weapons."

"Five? Not six?" Dahlia asked as she allowed Raphael to guide her to the sofa, where he then pulled her right onto his lap.

"Ah, that would be seven. But I think the last two are rather different and should not be counted, Rather than the tadpoles," he whispered dramatically, their forehead touching, "I am talking about the frog."

"More of a toad," Dahlia muttered before she shrugged, "Fine, I won't hold that against her."

At this, Raphael chuckled and kissed her, before he turned and gestured to the seats across him, "Please, I am not so rude as to keep my guests standing."

Lumina quickly glanced at Elora and she saw that the other was clearly relieved. Meeting her gaze, Elora smiled gently despite the lingering confusion.

"What a surprising lack of control from you, little mouse," Raphael said once again, "But since it was encouraged by one so skilled in manipulation, I can forgive you too."

The Emperor did not say anything, but his indignation was a burst of strong energy, forcing Lumina to place one hand against her forehead.

"Ilithid, do not dare to touch my precious treasure again," Raphael's tone was still light while his smile was still there, but there was a sudden coldness in his eyes. He was now in his demonic form, his wings almost shielding and enveloping Dahlia, with the claws that gently caressed her was more than capable of tearing and ripping a being apart.

"I believe that you are intelligent enough to understand that your little cage would offer you little protection from me." Raphael continued, "Play with your toys however you want, but do not touch what is mine."

"He speaks of me the way he sees himself," the emperor hissed, "And you will entertain any deals with him?"

"I think our final guest must be protesting of how different he is, and in that, he is not fully wrong," Raphael continued, whispering exaggeratedly to Dahlia once more, "After all, I offer a fair exchange with all my clients instead of just dangling a carrot in front of them even as I continue to hit them with a whip."

"And you do not involve others," Dahlia agreed, straightening slightly so that her face was visible from the cocoon of Raphael's wings, "How unfair it is then, my devil, for me to be attacked in the unlikelihood of you deals being sabotaged."

"Yes, what reason can there be for them to harm you? My poor little one, I will give you a new dress made from the finest silk and lace. If that still cannot make you smile, then I will give you a diadem. What gems should I crown it with?"

"Raphael, you asked me here for a purpose," Lumina reminded, the irritation from the Emperor was almost like a light prodding that was increasing in force.

"Yes, but due to your sudden actions, I have to delay our dinner slightly. However," at this, Raphael stood and gestured to the dining table, "It was intended for four, not five."

"Do not trust – " the Emperor began, but his words suddenly halted and even his presence was gone.,

Instead, there was an eerie silence.

"I think our uninvited guest has overstayed his welcome. I am afraid, however, that he would be most upset at being excluded. He would probably ask you to repeat every single word," Raphael chuckled, "I do not even ask my little love that many details when she sneaks out."

"I did not sneak out! I went out with two of my best guards!" Dahlia protested.

"Our agreement was that some places require three guards at the very least. Two very skilled ones does not equate to four or even three."

The table was laid and the guests joined the hosts. The foods were luxurious, but not other worldly.

"It is only from the kitchen downstairs," Dahlia chuckled, "I am naturally biased, but I am rather confused. It is not that I don't understand why you are reluctant to make a deal with a devil, but I cannot fathom why you prefer to trust a mind flayer more."

"Yes, and I am rather irritated, if not offended, that an illithid is held in a higher regard then me," Raphael admitted, "My contract is a most beneficial one at my own slight detriment."

"The Emperor has been trustworthy," Lumina pointed out, "He has been truthful."

"And I have not?" the surprise was actually a genuine one, "Have I not always made my intentions clear?"

"You said your compassion is boundless and you stride among the needy to give comfort," Lumian reminded him, "You think I can be expected to believe you after such statements?"

Dahlia actually laughed and even with the sudden covering of her mouth by her napkin, her laughter still remained rather loud.

"You actually believed him when he said that?" she finally managed to say when she briefly stopped laughing, "Either you were extremely gullible or Raphael is wasting his talent by not being a bard."

"I did practice that line for quite some time," Raphael admitted, "But this result is still very surprising. If I realised that you would be so gullible, then I'd have tricked you into selling your soul for a pocketful of beans when we first met."

"The Emperor has also helped me since the very beginning. Without him, I would already be a mind flayer." Lumina reasoned.

"Yes, in the same way that I feed and protect my servants. It is in my interest that they stay well in order to perform my desires."

"You say this mind flayer guardian has always helped and protected you, as well as always being truthful," Dahlia added, "But it wants you to be a mind flayer, does it not? I cannot imagine that being said that to you in your initial meeting."

"A misleading of information is merely a more efficient way of lying," Raphael answered instead, "I must add, my little one, describing the conjoint twins as two pairs of hands instead of a single guard is very similar."

"But they do attack more efficiently then all the other guards with only a pair of hands," Dahlia reasoned, "And they are also extremely loyal to you."

"Because our exchange is a very fair one to both our benefits. Unlike the illithid in our charming guest's brain."

"What is it that you want?" Lumina asked once more.

"Have I not made myself clear enough? I wish to discuss your reluctance in accepting my deal," the devil said simply, "You are the one getting the immediate benefit and the payment is one that would be much easier to obtain with my help."

"Are you worried that the mind flayer might harm you should you agree? It does seem rather paranoid," Dahlia suggested, "But Raphael would be able to protect you."

"Illithid has a common fault, they always think they are the one behind the lanceboard," Raphael then clicked his finger and what must be the contract materialised, "My little one, have a read of it for me, would you?"

"Another revision? And you even translated it. Is that why you stayed up late last night?"

"Oh, I certainly do not want my potential client to think that I am short-changing them in anyway."

The dinner was a display with each sentence the devil and his wife whispered being a way to sow doubt, connecting any disjoint suspensions and forcing the various doubts Lumina had to surface.

It also created great discord, one she must try to pacify.

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"What did the devil say?" the Emperor immediately demanded. His thoughts were hurled at her, attempting to tear the other thoughts to reveal the information he desired.

"It is what I already told you- he wants me to sign a contract with him."

"That cannot be all that he said! I was shut out for a very long time."

"I ate with him and watched him play act as a mortal. And he made a few comments about how I should not trust a mind flayer, which is naturally what he would say."

"He seeks to poison you against me."

"Couldn't the same be said about you?" Lumina snapped back, recalling the maze in Dahlia's mind that she had sought to navigate with his promise.

"I merely helped you with something you wanted to do," he was not wrong, but unlike the other time, this lack of caution was encouraged.

"What did he say?"

"Stop!" she screamed out. She deliberately hid in what seemed to be a deserted alleyway as the emperor refused to wait. Luckily, Elora could go back to the camp and explain to the others.

"You are treating me as if I am a thrall!" she hissed, stabbing her blade in a nearby crack on the wall, "I have been truthful, yet you continue to invade my mind!"

The pain suddenly stopped, replaced by what almost seemed to be a caress.

"I am sorry, I was afraid," if the words could be spoken, then they would have been a gentle whisper, "But you are very special to me, so I was frightened at the possibility of losing you. Devils are – "

"I don't need you to explain. Just…just let me have some time alone. I need to think."

The hesitation was mingled with fear, but also anger.

"Since the very – " the words were suddenly halted due to a cry of pain, "They are attacking again and I must stop them. For us. Even if you do not believe this."

The sudden absence was still not a complete silence, because there was still a part of him that lingered there.

Taking the dagger, she plunged it into the wall once more.

"Is this a new hobby you picked up during our separation?"

Gortash stood at the entrance, his arms crossed with a wide smirk.

"Should the future Archduke of Baldur's Gate be frolicking in such fashion?" she retorted as she grabbed her dagger. The effect was slightly ruined due to the few pebbles that almost hit her boot.

"Not a very impressive greeting by your standard, but I can let that slide, as you clearly had a rather trying day," he chuckled, his fine boots clicking on the rough pavement, "But just because I have to tend to paperwork and attend banquets, it does not mean that I have lost the skills that allowed me to climb out from all this."

He placed a hand on her shoulders, a light one that she could easily shake off. She did not, because it felt right that she would allow it.

"You have always been expressive, but not in such a way."

"Merely trying to make a decision," she sat down and much to her surprise, Gortash did the same.

"Humour me. I have been rather bored lately. Playing the hero can be rather tiring."

Lumina laughed, because he was actually being truthful. It was also rather nostalgic and this strangeness was possibly the most relaxing part of her day so far.

"To make a deal with the devil I know or the illithid I know," she chuckled, "Neither sound promising."

"No, it'd be best to make a deal with a human you don't remember yet." Gortash said as he gestured to himself, "As I said many times, I value an alliance and am true to my words. It is also something that Bane teaches."

"Have you ever signed a contract with Raphael?"

"You head must have suffered an extremely severe blow if you will say such a foolish thing. I am almost insulted. I ran away with the contract my parents signed."

"You managed to steal your contract?"

"Tempting as it is to declare that it was very easy, it was not," Gortash admitted, "Raphael might seem to only bark, but he does have a very sharp bite."

Gortash actually frowned and his gaze darted to the holy symbol of Bane, only to quickly look away. (6)

"As for that illithid who like to call himself the Emperor, he is very problematic too. I am actually a bit surprised that he hasn't tried to have a firmer control of you." (7)

"What do you mean?"

"Parties and banquets can be rather boring at times, so I have to find ways to entertain myself," he said instead, "One way is to notice how people raise their glass to me: those who seeks to attack me openly or secretly; those who wishes something for me. And of course, those that are indebted to me."

He chuckled, no doubt relishing in some of his successes before he grimaced.

"I had an invite to something held by Duke Steelmane and her 'advisor'. At first, it was just one of the many banquets in the city. But then, I saw her raising her goblet to him. Her hands were trembling, but not from fear. Rather, it was more akin to someone trying to lift it for her. The way she smiled was also as if someone was pushing the edge of her mouth upwards."

"And that was how you managed to find out he was a mind flayer?"

"He wasn't really hiding it," Gortash pointed out, "But the effect of these side controls clearly took a very physical toll on her. Perhaps that is why he is careful with you."

"A vessel to take him to the absolute," she muttered as she stood up, "Or a doll that he does not want to suffer any damages."

Taking one of her smaller daggers, she tossed it behind.

As she expected, she was rewarded with his laughter and the sounds of metals clashing.

"Don't forget that there is a third choice! The best one!" Gortash called out.

A third choice? It might just be as he said, with the newest option being the best one.

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(1) At first, I did wonder if being hedonistic and being a bit impulsive would contradict with her being possibly lawful, but I then realise that this is not so. Because alignment is not just a person's inner nature, but also their conscious choice.

(2) Dahlia is/was a follower of Azuth, so she does read about magic theories now and then.

(3) Lumina is of an evil alignment so she would regard neutral as irresolute and good as self-righteous. Since I feel Elora is a very nice person, I think it is likely that this could be seen as being a bit sickly sweet by Lumina. And since they both exist in this setting, I imagine that they were the first person the other met after they tried to escape.

(4) As Dahlia was in a very active temple of Bhaal for the first seven years of her life with her mother being very zealous, she would have been exposed to numerous rituals.

(5) The spell would be Bigby's clenched fist. Dahlia was a mage who did adventure with a Bhaalspawn and survive the war of the Bhaalspawn, so she actually does have considerable skills. I feel that she would still study a few of the more powerful spells as security and protection.

(6) My own interpretation is that Gortash managed to steal his contract with Bane's help. Although, since he lived in the House of Hope, he would have more chance to steal it.

(7) I am assuming that Gortash does not know the full extent of the Emperor's presence in Tav's mind, which would be why he is speaking rather freely.

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Author's Note: First of all, I know that the correct way to describe a mind flayer should be 'it', but I have seen the Emperor being described as 'he' very often. In addition, my story works with the idea that Balduran is actually still there, which would make the masculine pronoun more suitable.

This fan fiction actually came to be due to a most random comment that I saw on Youtube. Basically, the person does not like the Emperor and said that they felt compared to the Emperor, Raphael is basically a saint. While that is definitely going way too far, I do agree that Rapahel is much better than the Emperor. I feel that unlike the Emperor, Raphael is not hypocritical. Despite what he said in his first appearance, I really don't think there is anyone who believe that (which is why I had to put in that comment by Dahlia). And I have to say, if people prefer a devil that specialise in making bargains that are 99% in his favour, then you really have some major work to do on your PR.

The idea of Gortash coming to offer a third choice just came and I really like that idea. Since he actually was the one that caught the Emperor, I thought it is rather suitable for him to come out and show his view.

Whether the Emperor control of the Duke is true or just said in retaliation to Tav's rejection is debatable, but I personally go for the former. Because it could be triggered even when it seemed that Tav and him were very intimate with one another, so the rejection would be a surprise. Therefore, it seems rather farfetched for him to suddenly produce this very detailed story.

As for why he did not control Tav, I do believe that he regards Tav as special, and he prefer for her (him) to be with him by wanting to. Afterwards, I think it is because Tav would have reached a certain level of power that prevented this from happening easily, while in the beginning, it would have been more practical for him to not do so. As the story shows, he does truly value Lumina's companionship, as it is something that has been denied.

However, I think the main difference between the Emperor and both Raphael and the ascended Astarion is how they seek to be in control. While the latter two might engage in some type of emotional manipulation or even physical abuse due to the situation (which is definitely not ok) I feel that the Emperor, due to being a mind flayer, would be more willing to simply control Tav's mind and won't be too upset, while the other two would only do so as a last resort to prevent Tav from leaving. Once again, I must point out that I don't think any of this is ok, but I do feel that there is a slight difference.

My main conclusion is that it's probably better to stick with Gortash, as he is human (mortal).

I don't know how much access the Emperor would have in regard to Tav and the other's mind. Whether Tav was the only one or he just happened to have chosen her. My take is that he can only choose one to have such a direct bond with.

Unfortunately, I was not really able to do Elora's appearance any justice, because during most of the story, she was just there beside Lumina. But I want to show that the two of them does have a rather strong friendship.

Of course, both Raphael and Gortash are naturally biased against the Emperor, but some of the things they pointed out are actual facts, which they then interpret in a way to their favour.

1- The Emperor is very insistent on knowing Lumina's exact actions. Raphael saying it is like how he question Dahlia when she sneaks out, is implying that the Emperor is treating Lumina as if she is doing something wrong.

2- Raphael and Dahlia's comment about one of her guards is the reminder of how misleading someone could be interpreted as lying. In addition, while a master would naturally make sure his servants are well in order for them to perform his orders, loyalty could only be given if both sides are honest with each other. (I feel that Korilla show that he probably does have a few servants that he treats quite well).

3- Gortash simply describes how he saw Duke Steelmane act in the way that the Emperor showed in the scene after Tav rejected him.

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kynesgrove, morthal, and markarth for the skyrim asks!

Thank you for the ask! Heads up, I've thought about some of these things for the better part of a decade so there's rambling. Enjoy the scroll!

Kynesgrove: What's your favorite non-major city/town/settlement?

Rorikstead! I think that it has such an intriguing position and a narrative that isn't explicitly explored; it's just hinted at through ambient elements and some PC/ NPC dialogue. I really love that it feels cozy, but slightly unsettling if you stop and think about it.

There's the lack of almost any grown women among the residents, aside from one elvish woman in town. It's positioned close to two known Forsworn camps/strongholds (Serpent's Bluff Redoubt and Bleakwind Bluff respectively) Which, hey, yes they could've popped up after the town was established. (which is another strange point of interest: Rorik lives in town and says he founded it: but it's also mentioned as having been founded literal ages ago in written records) The residents mention they haven't had a bad harvest in years. Years, despite war, hardly any work force to harvest things and being easily open to raids from bandits, Forsworn, what have you. Jouane, the healer, has several books on daedric worship in his home, and has an ambient dialogue with one of the young girls not to tell anyone about their 'little secret' when she asks if he can teach her magic. These facts taken together make me think there's a deal between the townsfolk of Rorikstead and the Forsworn that entails ladies of a certain age be sacrificed to ensure these unfailing harvests. Given it's location Rorikstead is isolated from a lot of the protections of Whiterun Hold and it's mentioned by some of the NPCs- they're essentially on their own. It's also pretty close to a dragon burial mound and a vampire den. Which I think is also meant to further highlight that the village is basically left to fed for itself (without much scrutiny) because it is so far from Whiterun. Dialogue from guards even mentions that Rorikstead is more susceptible to a dragon attack because of its location, low martial population and lack of defensible space. All this, plus you can find Erik the Slayer, probably my favorite follower here: Visit Rorikstead!

Morthal-Do you enjoy exploring dungeons and ruins? Why or why not?

I do! I've done so many different dragonborn builds that each time I do dungeon diving it feels fun. Now that's not to say I don't find it repetitive after a bit. I've played plenty of hours of Skyrim and Dragon age 2 (a game not gracefully noted for diverse dungeon maps); I really think, and this isn't to let things off the hook, but as a rpg fan you gotta make your own fun after a bit. I will say some ruins are more engaging than others and some feel like they are meant to break you of the impulse to get in and out quickly, while others are more of a see-if-you can-outlast atmosphere (I'm looking at Forelhost, Labyrinthian, and several Dwemer ruins). I'm a huge fan of the set dressing and narrative elements the dungeons and ruins have. I also really enjoy using followers. I have my go to followers but I do try to swap in new faces too, both vanilla and mod added followers.

Markarth-If you could rewrite one questline in Skyrim, which would it be?

Ooh, that's a tough one. Really tough.

I think if I had to pick one I would say it would be more of an additional pathway instead of a complete rewrite. But I thought for the longest time that if a few choices were made throughout the Dark Brotherhood and Thieves Guild questlines that there should be a hybridized questline added for a dragonborn who becomes Listener for the Brotherhood and Guildmaster for the Thieves Guild that deals with Maven Black-Briar & her hold on the DB & Thieves Guild after you get into the top spots.

If I remember correctly you can in both questlines tell or hint to Maven Black-Briar/her loyalists that your cooperation as her pawn as you go up the ranks is wearing thin/will cease once you're in sufficiently with the groups and they're restored to their proper glory. I would really love for there to have been an attempt by Maven (especially if she's made jarl through the civil war questline) to try to have you framed for a major political crime or just outright attempt to have you assassinated by the Morag Tong (or just frame the Morag Tong since they're not friendly to the DB and it could easily lead to inter-assassin guild fighting allowing Maven to attempt to take them down in a bid to extend her reach and consolidate power). Maven just never struck me as someone who tolerated the idea of power being wrested away from her, or just the appearance of losing grip on power like the guilds command. So some upstart dragonborn suggesting they'll be doing just that felt like it should have a pretty strong response from her.

#Skyrim #thanks for the ask!#@naturalbornlosers

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crof-fwf · 1 year

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My thoughts around the "#GreenLightVolume10"

Well this is going to be a mix of some topics of which also goes hand in hand with the main topic about what I'm going to talk:

The Hashtag: "#GreenLightVolume10" have a truly impact when is about "Helping RWBY" ? Without the #,Is RWBY gonna be in a bad situation?

My quick answer for it would be: No, i dont think so, i know the hashtag made noice as a way to “encourage” but we know Vol10 will get the green lights, and why are you even thinking that RWBY is in a "red situation"?, seriously.

But for the Long answer im going to start:

Context:

The hashtag #GreenLightVolume10 was created in early April (approximately). It is unclear for me which tweet started it. I know that at least two Twitter users were among the pioneers who initiated the trend. The primary objective of the hashtag is to encourage Rooster Teeth to confirm the 10th volume or season of RWBY.

At the moment where the trend spread, a committed sensation was created to spread the hashtag so that it would be possible to continue with the RWBY story.

Many fans started to create numerous fanworks to this day, with a significant amount of new fan art featuring the included hashtag.

Where even the CRWBY members on the "RXT Austin 2023 panel" utilized that hashtag to promote it to the audience.

Source of the image.

Making in that way to impulse even more the support of the # which is still active.

And here is where i start to make a reflection about the way that # represent and if it really show us that: RWBY is in a real “critical moment”? As also in how the fandom is reacting about that and how probably RT/CRWBY are taking advantage of it.

And in my perception this topic involve 3 “main actors” what are related:

The fandom

CRWBY

Rooster Teeth

The Fandom:

In my perspective the fandom has fed this # given the context about the fear that RWBY will be cancelled, this being a fear since Rooster Teeth became a subsidiary of Warner Bros, adding to the fact that the WB itself has been canceling projects lately. This news It has created fear to the Fandom, which caused the motivation to promote RWBY in order to attract as many new people as possible with or without the use of the # (Leaving the possibility that in more radical cases this could spam, both in comments that are or are not associated with RWBY).

And the point what I’m trying to reach is what the fandom itself is in a state of Gaslighting themselves due to that constant and uncertain fear of “RWBY being cancel” leading to the compromise of promoting that hashtag more and more.

CRWBY

CRWBY at the moment of seeing the reaction of the fanbase, they decided to support and encourage to continuing promoting the #.

From examples im in completely aware is Kerry by saying to continuing the #

Since I cannot find the post that directly mentions "continued support" other than the one seen in "RXT Austin 2023 panel", I can at least confirm that the mention was made. (Where I allude to a possible post by Kerry; in case he made more mentions)

Well, and another example what we all know is of the “RXT Austin 2023 panel”.

These shows of support show that (from a fan's point of view) the CRWBY is capitalizing on the feeling of: "The people have spoken", to show "pressure” on Rooster Teeth, and so the fan feels that the CRWBY is also playing this role of "saving RWBY" and continuing to support and promote the # because they are "backed" by the same CRWBY.

Rooster Teeth

Talking about Rooster Teeth is undoubtedly something "complex" given the controversies the company has been involved in, but in this case I will limit myself to mentioning the following. From my point of view, RT can be anything (in terms of its controversies) when it comes to being a bad company, but I attest that RT is not stupid, knowing that it depends on money to continue to exist and not go bankrupt, it needs to keep its main sources of income afloat, with RWBY providing it with the most funding.

Where I have the expectation (and my comprehension) on how RT distributes the financial source, then I have the idea that Rooster should give more importance to those projects that bring them more profit, so it could lead to a hypothetical situation where other RT projects or shows have to be on a long hiatus or, worst case scenario, end up being "canceled" so that RT saves its funds to invest in its most profitable projects

Also i have to add in how recently Rooster Teeth generated money and incomes based in 4 situations:

Bumbleby Merch:

Thanks to the fact that the shippers "starved" through this time step until their confirmation in V9. Finishing by ecstatic the community and adding the fact that BB shippers are a large majority in the fandom, being the perfect opportunity to present the "Official BB merch" a few weeks after its confirmation. The merchandise in price aspects, I consider it (on a personal level) a bit overpriced…

But hey, "if it's official BB merch, then it's worth buying, right?"…

And, unsurprisingly, by the end of the day, the merchandise had sold out.

This image was taken in 06/04/2023

And that’s the merch what were release in the few weeks, and not forget the addition of new ones and finally the merch that was promoted in “RXT Austin 2023 panel”.

Source

Where the merch which was sold out was there Wall Scroll.

Picture taked in 14/08/2023

So this is how I want to express that one of the factors in making money is the number of "BB shippers" showing their support for CRWBY (and indirectly Rooster Teeth,"But hey, who is the owner of the shop like the one that makes and distributes BB merchandise?)

Gains given with the distribution by Crunchy Roll

I want to clarify what in this point is more speculative from my point of view.

Their distribution in the platform of “Crunchy Roll” has contributed with the amount of 15.5K reviews of 4.7. Where the comments what i saw in the reviews were in general positives.

Making look RWBY at least something “fine”…

And i remember something else related to it and i wanna talk about it quickly: Is Crunchy Roll gonna acquired RWBY?. Honestly I’m doubt because i don’t see it beneficial for RT to give the show by the same reason in how RWBY benefits RT. But still Crunchy Roll gonna be the distributor of the series.

The tiny gains with the Crossover with DC

Well, in this case, the film that was released I consider "50/50", taking into account that it received a mixture of opinions about what revolves around the film, so I can't confirm if it managed to obtain a good income, nor can I confirm if the film turned into a disaster. As I also add the fact that "RedBox" premiered the film before the official date, which may have affected the film's revenue.

Well, maybe we have to wait for the second part and see the “final results”

Gains given by the “RXT Austin 2023 panel”

The convention of Rooster Teeth which started on 7-9 of July, was also a good source of income for the company, where in this case: Selling merchandise of RWBY (Also by the fact that RWBY being celebrated for its 10th anniversary) oh and a few BB merchandise what i made mention in the first point.

Note: With the confirmation of more “Camp Camp” and “RvB” makes me doubt: "If your best project is in danger, how can you give the green light to 2 other projects? 10?". I really want to believe that RT has this "control" over the management of investment in its projects.

And I want to clarify something!

I am NOT supporting or defending RT!. Although I know that I argue that RT knows how to manage its projects and how it should be in a "stable" situation. I am NOT putting aside all the controversy surrounding RT, honestly RT can "fuck off", but as I said at the beginning of the post, RT is not stupid enough to not give attention to their best "gold mines". ", because without money, RT collapses.

And I add at the last moment: I doubt that RWBY will become independent of RT due to the fact that some members of the CRWBY are associated with RT (leaving aside if they knew about or covered up these controversies) and also how RT benefits the members of the CRWBY.

Everything mentioned was to indicate that RT must be "playing his cards right" in order not to lose RWBY, and NOT for showing support or something related.

My conclusion:

With all of the above, I hope to make my point clear and show why I think the "purpose" of using #GreenLightVolume10 has been somewhat exaggerated by pointing out how it has been exaggerated for something that is very likely to happen.

Also, I’m not trying to stop you from promoting it with your artworks, comments, or etc. My intention is to point out how scandalised the purpose of the # has become, to the point of having to cling to it as if the series depends on how active the # is. I don't deny that the # is a kind of "support" or "reminder" that people want more. But really, so much noise has been made to promote the #, for a thing that depends on the budget that RT has to give it to RWBY and thus generate their "investment".

In summary:

The fandom deludes itself into believing that RWBY is "in danger of not continuing with Vol10" (as if RT didn't make the necessary profits). Add to this that CRWBY, along with RT, are using the # trend as a way to save the ad section, as this # works as a "hype train" for them as a good marketing medium. Making a lot of noise so that in the end always the vol. 10 got his green light like that.

Leaving "#GreenLightVolume10" on the brink of becoming a media circus…

- F0under

Extra:

If (RWBY) has a good ending, at least it was worth it .

But if it has a bad ending, there is nothing you can say or regret, because you have already invested in it, they have done their thing, and you just have to eat the ending you were so excited about because you wanted it to go on.

- Ady.

#CROF: RWBY #rwde #anti rooster teeth #CROF

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rubberstains · 2 years

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704 words; dynamics of Max, Lewis, and a bit of Charles

“Max,” Lewis blurted, tearing his eyes away from his phone. He must have just noticed Max’s arrival.

Max wiped his lower lip roughly. “Hello, mate.”

Lewis’ braided hair was dutifully tucked underneath a vibrant pinkish-red cap. The silver earring dangling from his left ear trembled with his every movement.

“Where were you?” Max asked after a beat. His eyes stilled to focus on Lewis and Lewis’ reaction.

Lewis rubbed at his forehead softly, contemplating Max’s words. Max’s cheeks still carried a sheen of sweat, glistening in the dark blanket of the night sky. His freshly shaven jaw glittered.

“Max,” Lewis began trepidly. His mind blurred back to previous years, 2016, 2017, and 2018, where Max was a blip on his radar, a faint crawl of smoke containing youth and urgency on the edges of his awareness; all before he had brusquely shoved and domineered his way into the forefront of Lewis’ attention. Then it had been a constant stream of Max; the lisp as he laughed dryly about track conditions, the simmering contact between their eyes as they nodded to each other after and before a race, the faint hair plastered onto his stocky arms and legs.

“You alright there?” Max asked, a small grin threatening to eclipse his face.

“Sorry, man, I just blanked out for a second.” Lewis unlocked his phone again and began tapping away. “What’s up?”

Max’s forehead abruptly drooped onto Lewis’ shoulder. His dirty blond hair flattened on the lithe plane of Lewis.

The changes in Max’s body were eminent here. His widened shoulders and torso, the strong, heavy build of his arms tapering into a boxy, yet smaller, waist.

“I asked where you were,” Max muffled into the drying material of Lewis’ fireproofs.

Lewis tried not to drop his phone. He locked it with a click.

“The car is…”

“Shit?” Max offered honestly.

“Yeah,” Lewis gave a curt sigh. “Honestly, yeah, it’s shit.” His arms rose to envelop Max loosely.

Max craned his neck upwards and rolled it around with a grimace. “Too short,” he teased.

Lewis chuckled limply, the sound forced from his throat. He had qualified 15th, one of the worst in his entire career, and had been racing a Haas, almost on par, for the majority of the race. For Lewis, it was unfathomable.

The boy—the man—who had beaten him last year had just won the race, his younger, friendlier rival clad in red with tiny, pursed lips waving to Max after they crossed the finish line barely five-hundredths of a second apart.

If Lewis was a fan and not a driver, he’d root for Charles.

Max stretched to his full height and Lewis tried to not feel emasculated. “I finished tenth. I don’t even know if you get a point for that.”

Max showed off his row of stubby, straight teeth. “Of course, they changed the rules for that a long time ago.”

“I’ve never really had to focus on that, to be honest,” Lewis bit back, mirth bleeding into his tone to mitigate the arrogance of the statement.

Max raised his eyebrows and when Lewis thought he might finally, finally have affected him off-track, Max deflated, laughing breathily.

“That’s true. You should really retire,” Max’s biceps flexed as he scratched the back of his head. “You’re making it hard for us to beat your records!”

Us, Lewis thought bitterly. Us as in, him and Charles. Lewis could root for Charles all he wanted. Max was untouchable. He simply did not care.

Lewis fed the bitterness brewing beneath his skin with impulsion. Which led him to grab Max’s face with his palms and recklessly push his lips onto Max’s.

He would deny it, but Lewis had to lift himself up to meet Max. The kiss was short and dry, chapped lips grating against each other like gravel on stone.

When Lewis pulled away, Max chased the kiss, eyelashes brushing his cheeks. Lewis smiled, triumphant.

“Say hi to Charles for me, Max!” Lewis called out as he walked backwards, away from the young Dutchman.

A gentle tinge of pink spread across Max’s cheeks. Lewis wished the two the best of luck. At least if they weren’t teammates they had a fighting chance of making it.

#max verstappen #im scared to tag lewis #3344 #but also 1633 because duh #brocedes mention?!#lestappen mention #one shot #i know lewis and max r not a popular ship but cmon the dynamic is so interesting and convoluted

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egcdeath · 3 years

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second chances

pairing: softdark!steve rogers x reader

summary: you wake up on the side of the road with no memories, no possessions, and no place to go. luckily, an attractive stranger arrives just in time to help you out.

word count: 4.6k

warnings: there are some soft moments, but this is ultimately a dark fic!!! alluding to kidnapping, deceit, mention of knife, drugging, abuse (mostly mental/emotional, but implied physical), amnesia, brief alcohol mention, nightmares, mention of bodily harm, bed sharing **if i’m missing any warnings, let me know

author’s note: this is my first dark fic without a dark reader, so please be nice! it took me nearly a whole month to get it where i want it to be (i’m a slow writer, i know) but i’m actually pretty proud of this.

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After what seemed like years of waiting, the opportunity finally lent itself, a small pocket knife sat right in your peripheral view. A dangerous mixture of adrenaline and impulse filled you, not even granting you the time to think before you were clumsily extending your arm, and wielding the knife.

The blade popped out, and you held it with a shaky hand in front of your captor.

“Really?” he scoffed, “you’re gonna kill me.”

There was no attempt on his part to stop you, in fact, he smiled and leaned back slightly.

Your whole body trembled at this point, you could barely form words, let alone move. But this was your chance.

“So do it, Y/N. Kill me,” his voice steadily rose as he approached you, long legs making their way across the room.

Before you knew it, he was standing in front of you, hand approaching your own. He wrapped it around your wrist and gripped down on you like a snake, causing you to emit a tiny yelp.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, voice steady as your hands trembled around the grip.

“Exactly. You’re still as fucking pathetic as you were the day I met you,” a slap stung your left cheek, a mark that was sure to be there for the days following.

The knife clattered as it hit the linoleum floor, and you followed its path, crumbling on the floor and breaking into tear-less sobs.

“Remember this moment, sweetheart. You’ll never get a chance like this again,” he swooped up the knife before walking away from you, leaving a broken woman in his wake.

——

You went from experiencing nothing to everything all at once. Your brain seemed to be attempting to escape your head as it pressed against your eyes, and you struggled to open them, lashes feeling like they were glued together. Rain poured down on your head, and you concluded that it had been pouring on you for a while, as you were completely soaked to the bone.

As you looked at yourself and your body, a curled up and bruised mess on the side of the road, you couldn’t help but wonder what exactly happened to you, or at all. You weren’t even sure that you had memories apart from the ones that were processing in that exact moment. It was as if you’d exited the womb for a second time, clueless to where you were, who you are, or how you got there.

You shivered as you pulled yourself to your feet, weak ankles shaking in glittery heels and body trembling in a half-torn dress. Wherever you came from couldn’t have been good.

You slipped off the shoes and held them in your hands as you walked down the side of the deserted road, bare feet sloshing in mud as you did so. You didn’t have an idea where you were, or where the nearest sign of life was. You were tempted to walk on the soaked, petrichor scented road, but you knew that that wasn’t your best idea.

You truly had no good options. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. No one to save you. You wanted to collapse back onto the ground, give into your screaming body that was becoming more and more tired by the moment. Hot tears began to slip down your face, contrasting the cold of the raindrops falling onto your body.

All hope was lost, you’d die any time now, and that would just be it. You looked up at the overcast sky and screamed at it, mentally begging for someone, anyone, to help. That you’d forever be grateful to god, or the universe, or whatever it was that was out there that put you in the situation you were in.

You screamed and sobbed until your throat was raw, and you weren’t sure you’d be able to produce any more sound, sitting down onto the damp ground and wishing for your inevitable death to be a swift and painless one.

Yet, your pity party was crashed just moments later by a beaming red light and the soft hum of a motor coming down the road. This was your one chance. Who knew when the next time you’d see a sign of human life was?

You jumped to your feet and waved your hands like a madwoman, trying to catch the attention of the male behind the driver's seat. He began to come to a stop, pulling over a bit to see you better.

His face was angelic, a strong jaw and soft eyes that looked like they had seen more than the average person. When he spoke, you felt heaven become drowsy with harmony. Or maybe you were just really tired. Regardless, your pleas to a higher power had proved fruitful, as your knight and shining armor had just pulled up beside you to save the day.

He rolled a window down, and you got closer to the door.

“Need a ride, ma’am?” he called.

You simply nodded and approached the vehicle, opening the door hesitantly. You sat down on the seat, and jumped a bit when you felt heat radiating onto the back of your thighs.

“I’m Steve. You?”

You chuckled awkwardly, “that’s a great question that I wish I could answer. It’s actually kind of a long story. Well, I assume it’s long since I can’t remember any of it. But maybe I will later. Nice to meet you anyway, Steve.”

He nodded understandingly, completely unfazed by your lack of name. Maybe he had prior experience with hitchhikers, as he was approaching this situation with a nearly suspicious calmness. “Well… where’re you heading?” the man asked, looking over at you.

“I, uh, I have no idea,” you said raspily, throat still sore from your previous screaming.

The blonde’s lip quirked at this, as if he were holding back a much bigger smile, “that’s fine. I’m heading a few towns away, but I was thinking of stopping and getting some breakfast. You interested in that?”

You shrugged, becoming slightly uncomfortable in the quickly dampening seat. Steve glanced over at you after putting the car in drive, and noticed your discomfort from your prior stay in the rain.

“We can stop by a bathroom first. I’ve got some extra clothes with me in the back,” he suggested. You nodded quietly, looking at the vast, and empty road ahead.

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You sat in a diner booth dressed in a thick jacket and comfortable sweatpants that oddly enough, seemed to be exactly your size. Steve approached the table with an extra plate of fries, and set it gently in front of you.

“So you don’t remember anything?” he asked, stealing a fry before sitting down across from you.

You shook your head, bringing a salty fry to your mouth, “I swear I just woke up there. No memories, no nothing, no place to go. I mean, I was gonna die out there if you didn’t get me.”

Steve scoffed a bit at this, “that’s not true. I’m sure someone would’ve helped eventually.”

“Maybe. But I’m glad that it was you,” you looked up at him, and the fondness he was looking at you with was nearly suffocating.

Steve paused for a moment, mulling over his next words as if he was looking for the exact right thing to say.

“Would you like to stay with me? I mean, I know we just met each other, but I just have this feeling. Like I was meant to find you. Besides, it doesn’t seem like you have anywhere else to go.”

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you excused after a moment, popping out of the both and heading towards the ladies room.

You handled your business, and stared at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands. Makeup ran down your face, and it almost appeared that you were melting. Who would pick someone up in such a state? You had to question this Steve guy’s character a little bit. You couldn’t remember the exact phrase, but it couldn’t be smart to get into a car with a stranger. Especially a stranger offering to take you to some secret location with them. After all, he could be a murderer, a kidnapper, or a rapist. You would be none the wiser.

But he fed you, clothed you, and offered you a form of shelter. He couldn’t be too ill intentioned if he was willing to go out of his way to help, right? Maybe he just wanted to keep you off the streets, and that was why he was willing to take you to wherever it was that he was going.

Your stomach turned the longer you watched yourself, the longer you thought. Perhaps your intuition found that something was off. But who even knew if you could trust your intuition, after all, you were basically a day old, and you didn’t seem to have any other option.

——

You ended up going back out into the diner and accepting Steve’s offer. You didn’t really have much of a choice, and he wasn’t exactly a bad one.

Steve was quiet for the majority of your trip, only speaking when he noticed that you’d moved your sights from the window over to him. He didn’t seem to be a fan of the way you were studying him, but for some reason your eyes kept finding him.

Hours had passed in the day, and night was quickly approaching. You dozed as you watched the starry night from the passenger window. Your eyes were becoming heavier by the moment, hours worth of watching flat landscape, combined with the complexity of your day finally catching up to you.

——

Cold. You felt cold. The floor was cold. The blood running through your veins was cold. Your brain was cold and freezing, hindering you from properly processing what was going on in front of you.

A searing pain rolled through your body as you tumbled down the stairs, back into a room that was suffocatingly familiar.

“I should’ve never allowed you to leave. Ungrateful,” a faceless man followed you down the stairs and hovered over your now battered body. “I give you a home and you complain. I take care of you, giving you almost anything you could ever ask for. You complain. Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position? With someone like me taking care of them?”

“You told me you loved me, you goddamn liar. I let you come upstairs, and you try to fucking kill me. I should kill you,” he seethed, leaning down over you.

But I won’t.

The words were unspoken, but familiar. A threat uttered to you before, usually followed with an ‘I’ll make your life a living hell instead.’

You were unable to speak, as if someone had ripped out your vocal cords. Suddenly the faceless man was reaching down and holding the bloody organs in his hands. Your blood ran cold once again.

“You can’t even fathom the hell I want to release on you right now,” he continued, chest puffing out with exaggerated, angered breaths. “But I’ll be the bigger man. Because I love you,” he dropped the cords on the ground beside you, and your eyes flicked over to the mutilated part of yourself. “Y/N, I need you to prove to me that you love me.”

You wanted to beg, to plead and tell the man whatever he needed to hear in order to release you, but you were completely powerless.

The man hoisted you up with ease, and you soundlessly whimpered. He carried you into a small, plain room and set you on the flat, stiff mattress on the floor.

“Come on, Sweetheart. You know I’m doing this for us.”

The faceless man kissed your forehead, and the feeling of dread overtook you.

——

You awoke with a gasp, clawing at your own neck to make sure that your vocal cords were still intact.

“You alright?” Steve asked, glancing over at you. “Should I pull over?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” you whispered.

“Take some deep breaths for me, okay?” he advised, setting a reassuring hand on top of yours. “We’ll be at the hotel any minute now.”

——

Your nerves were absolutely fried by the nightmare. Your hands shook like leaves in the wind while you stood next to Steve as he checked you into your hotel room.

“How’re you doing?” he asked in the elevator, setting his large hand on top of yours once again. The gesture was calming, even if you felt a slight undermining feeling of something unsettling.

“A little better. I probably just need to lay down somewhere comfortable.”

Steve nodded and squeezed your hand, “you’ve had a long day. You have first dibs on the shower. Maybe it’ll help you relax.”

The smile that Steve was giving you was comforting. You felt glad that he was the person to have picked you up.

The elevator made a little ding noise before the doors opened, and he guided you to your room.

You made a beeline to the shower, not even taking the time to be impressed with the size of the hotel room, the amenities, or the quality of it. You just wanted to shed your clothes and find at least a moment of peace.

You exited the bathroom after about a half an hour, and walked out into the suite in just a towel.

“Can I borrow some more clothes?” you glanced over at Steve, who was openly checking you out from the comfort of the bed.

Wait, the bed.

There were way too many things going on for you to be focused on the fact that there was just one bed. Maybe Steve would offer to sleep on the sofa.

“Yeah, that’s fine. My teammate left some clothes in that smaller blue suitcase. It’ll probably fit,” Steve paused for a few moments as you found the aforementioned suitcase and looked for something comfortable that you could actually sleep in.

“Who did that to you?” he asked, gesturing at your bruised legs.

“I don’t… I don’t know. It’s all so blurry,” you sighed, settling on a fresh pair of sweatpants and a thin t-shirt. “I’ll be right back.”

You changed quickly in the residually steamy bathroom, and sat down at the foot of the bed.

“Do we need to have a fistfight over who gets to sleep in the bed?” Steve joked and you shook your head.

“I can sleep on the sofa, if you want.”

“No way. You deserve something comfortable,” he got out of bed, and approached the bathroom to take his own shower. “Get nice and cozy, friend. You deserve it.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, and you moved up to the top of the bed, slipping under the covers and sighing aloud from relief. Your body was finally having a chance to relax, and the hotel bed was surprisingly comfortable.

By the time Steve returned from the shower, you were already half asleep, and very unaware of your surroundings.

As you fell out of consciousness, you had blurry visions of confinement, punishments, and pain. You once again woke up with a gasp, but this time Steve was standing over you.

“Deep breaths, okay? I saw you thrashing and mumbling something to yourself. I think you were having a bad dream.”

You nodded and panted, trying to catch your breath and slow down your hummingbird heart rate.

“You’re safe, I promise.”

“Can you stay with me?” you stammered out.

“Yeah, of course,” Steve got into bed beside you, and rubbed your back as you curled into a fetal position, “just try to relax, okay? There isn’t anything to fear when I’m here with you.”

You nodded, clutching onto Steve’s genuine tone. Something about him just made you feel… safe, despite the possible red flags around him.

After Steve got into bed with you, you were finally able to fall into a dreamless and peaceful sleep.

——

You woke up to an empty and cold bed. You blinked a few times and looked around the room, eyes stopping on Steve as he watched you from the couch, eyes quickly flipping between yourself and the book in his hands in an effort to cover up his staring.

The whole ordeal made you feel slightly off, but the realization that you were essentially mooching off a stranger felt worse.

You hopped out of bed and anxiously paced towards the bathroom. “Shit, Steve,” you muttered. “I shouldn’t be taking advantage of you like this. I should probably leave.”

“Where else do you have to go?” Steve almost defensively questioned, frown deep on his face.

You took a deep sigh and shrugged, “I… don’t know. I’ll figure it out.”

“You don’t have to go,” he began, sounding unsure in his words, “stay. With me,” he stood up and walked over to you, grabbing the back of your arm softly. “You’re not taking advantage of me. If anything, you’re helping me. I get pretty lonely on these kinds of missions, so please, stay with me.”

You turned to look at Steve, the deep creases in his face at the thought of losing you. With just a glance, you knew that you couldn’t leave.

——

The next few days of your life had proved your theory. It was almost alarming how quickly Steve became your anchor in the midst of a new, overwhelming world.

The first thing that he did for you was tell you what your name was. As confused as you were to how exactly he figured it out, (he told you that he knew some weird tech guy. You were prepared to go with anything), you were grateful that Steve was able to help you out a piece of your old life back together.

He was oddly patient with you as you learned more and more about your surroundings. You were most impressed by the grocery store, and may or may not have spent hours inside of that food palace, spending much more of Steve’s money than was socially acceptable.

For the next few months, you stayed at a safe house with Steve, spending the majority of your time looking down at your reflection in the lake in the backyard, wondering if your memories could ever come back.

You’d grown closer with Steve in that time as well, he was really the only person that you’d gotten close with since you’d lost your memories. Now that you were thinking about it, you hadn’t said more than three sentences to anyone else. By that measurement, your next closest friend was a gas station cashier.

In fact, you’d started dating Steve. Granted, you couldn’t completely wrap your mind around it all, despite the hours of rom-coms you’d watched while Steve was gone on missions. You just knew that you cared a lot about Steve. When he was around you, your heart fluttered. He was the only person you truly felt comfortable with. He protected you time after time, and voiced to you just how much he adored you.

It made you feel wanted, to know that despite all of the confusion, you still had a place in this world, even if the place was just Steve Rogers’ heart.

——

Steve arrived at the safe house late at night after nearly a week of being off on another mission. The bed creaked as he got into bed with you, and pressed up against your sleeping form.

“Steve, sometimes I have these really awful dreams. Mostly when you’re not with me,” you began out of the blue as his arms snaked around you. “It’s always this faceless man just… abusing me. And I can’t even do anything about it because I’m too weak. And I can’t say anything because he stole my vocal cords. It sounds so silly, because it’s all just a dream, but it all feels so real. I just... I need you to promise me that you’ll protect me no matter what. Especially against him.”

“Of course,” he whispered against the back of your head, “I promise that I’ll protect you from him. He’ll never even get the chance to let the thought cross his mind.”

“I love you, Steve,” you mumbled sleepily, “please never leave me again.”

He’d been waiting to hear those words.

——

Your fingers wrapped around a warm mug while Steve put the finishing touches on your breakfast. He’d decided to go all out that morning, with an impressive spread of food that would put most buffets to shame. For a moment, you questioned if you’d forgotten about some important holiday, or an anniversary.

Steve set a plate down in front of you, then pressed a soft peck to your forehead, “enjoy, sweetheart.”

You grinned softly down at the food, and at the affection, “what’s got you in such a good mood?”

“Just relieved to be back. I don’t like being away from you for too long,” he settled into the seat across from you, and took a sip of his own coffee.

“Mm, you sure? You’re not always this chipper post mission.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head just the slightest bit, “alright. You got me. I wanted to save it as a surprise, but I hate keeping secrets from you,” Steve paused.

“So… what’s the secret?” you pressed, bringing a forkful of food up to your mouth.

“I’m retiring.”

Your eyes widened as you heard the news, and you nearly choked, “are you really?”

Steve simply nodded, “I’m ready for the next chapter of my life with you.”

Your heart fluttered at the sweetness of his gesture, and the slightest hint of nerves. Why was Steve so willing to give up his entire livelihood for someone he knew for less than a year?

You felt bad for questioning his motives, considering that Steve had been nothing but good to you in the time that you knew him. If it wasn’t for him, you probably wouldn’t even be alive. He had proved himself to be an amazing, loving man, who had bent over backwards to keep you safe and comfortable. He trusted you, and it was time for you to do the same.

“I’ve been plotting this for a while, to be honest. You might think this is a little fast, but I even have a permanent place for us to stay.”

You couldn’t find it in you to be skeptical for much longer, your feelings of adoration for Steve overruling your hesitance to jump into something like that with him.

You smiled softly as Steve spoke, getting up and pacing over to where he was seated so you could give him a hug, “I.. yes, that’s fast, but it’s also kinda amazing,” you sighed softly, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “When are we leaving?”

“Tonight, if that’s alright with you. I was thinking that we could spend the day packing up and… celebrating,” he winked down at you, and you looked up to shake your head fondly.

“That sounds like a plan,” you gazed at him with adoration, and leaned up to press a soft peck to his lips that was lovingly reciprocated.

——

Music pounded against your eardrums as you ground against a handsome stranger, one you couldn’t see, but instinctively knew. The smell of sweat, liquor, and sex filled your nose, the rancid combination oddly comforting in a retrospective moment.

“We’re leaving!” A voice you hadn’t heard in what felt like years informed you. Your face broke into a wide grin when you heard her voice. “But it doesn’t look like you care!” she jeered. “Good luck!” your friend laughed, disappearing in the sea of people.

“You’re coming home with me, right?” he asked, a hot breath against your cheek.

You nodded. The words refused to come out.

“Good,” he confirmed, pressing a kiss to your neck.

Out of the blue, you weren’t in the club, but in the small basement room from before, staring at nothing in particular while sat at the edge of your vanity’s seat.

“I’ve tried everything with you,” he commented, leaning against the doorway casually. You felt the need to apologize, to tell your captor that you didn’t mean to do what you did, that you loved him. Plead for him not to punish you. “After months of submission, I thought that we were finally getting somewhere. Why’d you have to throw it all away?”

Glancing up at the vanity, a woman with sunken eyes, a pained expression, and fading bruises looked back at you, just long enough for you to briefly become that messy, drunken woman at the club once again.

“I’ve tried everything with you. The easy way clearly didn’t work,” he continued, “you leave me with no other options, my love,” the man sighed, sitting down next to you casually. “I want you to know that I’m doing this for us. You know that nothing good ever comes easy, right?”

The syringe went into your arm like a hot knife through butter, and your muscles clenched as fire filled your body. You went to scream, but your throat was still out of commission. As you went down, your vision and thoughts began to blur before you couldn’t decipher one thing or another. The final noise you could make out was the distortedly slow rendition of It’s Been a Long, Long Time on the record player.

In an out-of-body moment, you watched as the man pulled your relaxed body down to the floor, cautiously pulling the clothes off of you and making you cringe internally at the sight of yourself in such a state. He left your body alone for a moment as he looked through the negligible amount of clothing in your closet, grabbing the same dress from the night at the club and pulling it on your limp figure.

It was torn and messy, not unlike the state it was in when you found yourself conscious. The faceless man muttered something unintelligible to himself before hoisting you up bridal style and taking your body out to the car.

You watched in terror as this all played out, your slack face looking disturbingly at peace compared to how you’d appeared before. In fact, even in your ghastly state, you felt at peace.

That peace quickly came to an end as you watched yourself get ditched on the side of the road, and as your body slowly began to twitch back to consciousness, your dream began to fade away.

——

You dragged your suitcase up through the garage, grateful to be at your final destination with the man you’d fallen in love with. You hoped that after moving in, the dreams might finally stop. After all, your dream in the car felt somewhat final. You were trying your best to be as positive as you could manage in such a strange situation, and from the outside, you had to admit that the house was gorgeous.

Stepping inside felt like the worst case of deja vu you’d ever experienced, as if your memories were repairing themself with every millisecond you were in the home, gazing at furniture you hadn’t seen in months, and smelling faint scents that you’d forgotten existed. Feature by feature, the puzzle pieces of the faceless man came together.

The longer you observed, the worse the feeling became. Waves of grief, fear, and pain were rolling over you again and again until you were completely drowning on it. The realization hit you with a ton of bricks: this was the house from your dreams.

Steve came up behind you, snapping you out of your panicked trance. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and squeezed you close to him.

“Ready for the first day of the rest of your life?”

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communist-shark · 3 years

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“Listen, the girl just wants a family of her own.” This is, bar none, the most important line of Resident Evil 7.

Let’s set the stage. Ethan and the player have gotten drip fed hints about Eveline and what’s been going on. With the Mia path, the player gets to learn the full context of Mia and Eveline, getting to truly see the amount of death and destruction Eveline caused before even getting to the Bakers. We return to Ethan’s perspective and-we talk to Jack. Jack, who has been chasing and trying to kill us for the whole game, is revealed to be a kind, empathetic man who never would have harmed anyone had it not been for being controlled by Eveline. It becomes clear that the Bakers were victims, infected and unable to fight becoming Evelines puppets. Jack has to watch, trapped in his own body, as he captures, tortures, kills, and cannabalizes innocent strangers. His body has died and regrown itself time and time again as his body impulsively mutilates itself to scare those captive. He has to see his own daughter run out of the house, forcing her to spend years living on the grounds but stuck living in a trailer. If anyone has seen the worst that Eveline can cause, it’s Jack. And yet he says this one line.

It’s not enough for everyone, obviously. After this line, Jack asks that Ethan “stop her”. Ethan wakes up to Mia giving him the serum and to go kill Eveline. Ethan buys into it by calling her a little bitch (which is the worst line from him both as an in character line and in delivery), and Ethan goes and kills Eveline. Ethan doubles down on how the Bakers (except Lucas) were also innocent people. With all of that, a chunk of players leave the game thinking, “Yeah, Eveline was a little bitch, she ruined so many lives, thank god she’s dead.” But I would say a decent amount of players finish and remember that line ringing in the back of their heads. The player remembers all that Eveline made Jack do, and Jack, in a place of full clarity and full memory, is sympathetic to Eveline’s desire of a family. How can Jack feel sympathy for Eveline? After three years of being forced to do terrible things, Jack is able to look at Eveline and still understand that that is a child. A child who has been hurt and harmed and manipulated since before she was even born. Who after being raised to break down and destroy everything around her, wants to be part of a family. And even when the attempt fails terribly, Jack can look at her and still know that that want? That desperate hope she has? It is a goal he can’t fault her for, and in a moment where the true scope of Eveline's destruction becomes clear, the player is told “shes just a lonely child who wanted to belong, it’s a shame the way she tried to make it happen.” This is the line that gets fans to consider the full scope of Eveline’s life. The salt mine labs provide more info on her, with one more line to support Jacks statement that Eveline has never gotten love, and that she is constantly reaching for it. Eveline always dies at the end of 7, no matter the players feelings on her. But it says something that in the scene where Jack is humanized, the audience is given a line that humanizes Eveline as well.

#jack baker #re7 #ethan winters #my post #meta #fuck i did it again #eveline #and yes i do appreciate the people who dig into it enough and give eveline happy aus #she deserves it because shes a child #in terms of actual lived years shes not even ten!#you think youd be bred to be a bioweaon and come out of it normal?#also this moment really shows that jack is THE most forgiving person in the fucking universe #ALSO #IVE LEARNED MY LESSON IM PUTTING A READ MORE FOR EVERYONE WHO DOESNT CARE ABOUT MY META

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tyonfs · 4 years

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game on.

❝ you play your games, and i’ll play mine. ❞

PAIRING ▸ liu yangyang x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, friends to lovers, some fluff and crack

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, hendery being oblivious as fuck, dirty talk, smut, oral sex, some aftercare

SUMMARY ▸ the lines have always been blurred between you and yangyang. you, fed up with your best friend being an absolute boy and gaming away his problems, decided to take matters into your own hands.

WORD COUNT ▸ 3238 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello! i impulsively wrote this so consider this my contribution for yangyang day ♡ i hope you guys enjoy !!

YOU WERE PISSED.

It wasn’t like you were expecting much. You just wanted to spend the evening with your best friend on the one day you both had time to hang out, but he clearly had other plans. YangYang had been playing video games all day while you were just sitting on his bed and watching him like an idiot. You rolled your eyes, going through your phone for about the umpteenth time as you listened to him yell commands at Hendery.

“Go mid, go mid!” he shouted into his mic, furiously clicking his mouse and tapping keys in tune with his command.

You finally gave up and walked over to him, tapping his shoulder to get his attention. “YangYang,” you called with a frown. “We were supposed to watch a movie tonight.”

YangYang, startled, took off his headphones for a moment to peer up at you. “What did you say? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

You despised the gentleness of his tone. YangYang was definitely sweet by nature and had good intentions (save for his wild streak), but sometimes he was simply insensitive and ignorant of his actions. You wondered if he knew how annoying it was for you to have to sit on his bed for over an hour just to be ignored. It didn’t exactly help that you had the biggest crush on him and overanalyzed every single word and action.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Fine, YangYang. Keep playing your silly game,” you snapped and went back to his bed with a scowl. “I’ll just sit here and do nothing.”

YangYang seemed to realize that he had been neglecting you, so he mumbled a curt apology to Hendery into his mic and paused his game. It sounded as if Hendery was whining, but YangYang turned off his mic and put his headset down. He got up and walked over to you, sitting at the edge of his bed where you were curled up.

He raised a brow at you. “Happy?”

That tone of his just pissed you off even more.

“You can go back to playing your game if that’s what you want,” you mumbled, clearly jealous that he was prioritizing his game over you.

“I want to spend time with you.” YangYang slid his hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry for gaming while you were over.”

You let yourself be vulnerable and crumble for a moment, but then you ducked your head so he couldn’t see, mumbling, “I’ve been waiting here like an idiot.”

“Hug?” he offered, hoping it would make up for his wrongdoings.

You pursed your lips. You refused to give in so easily, especially when it came to Liu YangYang. He had a knack for getting what he wanted with a simple flash of that dazzling grin. In short, you were tired of having to wait for him.

You weren’t sure if that meant wait for him to hang out with you or notice your feelings for him, but both answers seemed to align well.

The lines had always been blurred between you two. It had gotten to the point where even his friends didn’t believe him when he would say he wasn’t dating you. Maybe what gave it away was the way you both would hug for a little too long, or the lingering stares, or maybe even the way he’d hold your hand when he didn’t have to.

However, whenever the topic of dating arose, you’d either shy away from the conversation or change the topic quickly.

“No.” You stood up, dragging him up by the arm and over to his gaming setup. You sat him down in his chair and slung a leg around his thigh, sliding onto his lap. “You keep playing.”

YangYang seemed to stiffen up as you straddled him, tucking your head into his shoulder. He kept you close to him, though, and placed a hesitant hand on the small of your back. You could hear him swallow thickly as he put his headphones back on and rejoined his game. He didn’t question your command, but you could tell he was much more jittery.

You turned your head a little. You could see the blush on his face and the tension in his jaw.

You scooted up further into his lap, noting how he froze as you did. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and although the two of you were practically cuddling, it felt odd with Hendery’s voice coming from YangYang’s headphones.

“Dude, where were you?” Hendery asked. “The enemy team nearly got your turret.”

“Sorry about that,” YangYang apologized, looking like a bundle of nerves, which was something you hadn’t seen before. You shifted slightly and YangYang quickly turned off his mic before cursing under his breath. “D-don’t do that.”

You stilled. YangYang just stammered, and you swore you could hear his breath hitch. A devious part of you wanted to take this further and see where it would go.

“Don’t do what?” you asked innocently, adjusting your position subtly.

There it was.

YangYang’s hard-on pressing into your thigh. The bulge from his grey sweatpants was so obvious, and it sent butterflies to your stomach. You couldn’t stop yourself from exhaling sharply into YangYang’s neck, making his erection grow and your head spin.

“That,” he grunted out, hand coming back from the keyboard to hold your lower back again.

“You seem to be enjoying it,” you observed, biting your lip as you felt him twitch under you.

Your best friend clearly didn’t want to push you, but he was enticed, and it made your heart race. “You mean… you want to?” he asked slowly.

“Yeah,” you said, hiding your face so you didn’t have to meet his eyes. This was all you’ve ever wanted, of course, but you still wanted pay-back for being neglected. “Keep playing your game.”

YangYang continued playing, although you noticed the slight shift. There was a tremor in his hands and he was very unsure about his hand placement every time he came back to hold your back. Although, you underestimated his confidence because when you were least expecting it, he bucked his hips up against yours.

You bit back a mewl, one hand gripping his shoulder tightly as his movements became repetitive. You weren’t looking at him but you knew YangYang was smug, trying to get a response out of you. You arched your hips off of his lap and he grabbed your waist, pushing you back down, right onto his rock-hard boner.

YangYang bit your earlobe as his hot breath fanned the side of your neck. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep quiet, but it was impossible when he was rolling hips up against yours. You could almost picture the smirk on his face.

You whimpered out softly, dangerously close to his mic. Initially, you didn’t mind, only thinking about his reaction to your sounds, until you realized the worst had happened. Fear shot down your spine as you straightened up quickly.

His mic was on.

“What was that?” you heard Hendery ask.

“Louis,” YangYang replied smoothly.

“Louis? He’s at my place.”

“Um…” YangYang trailed off. “Anyways, let’s push bot since we’re at their base.” He turned off his mic again and pulled you back to him, nibbling at the base of your neck. “Panties off,” he murmured, sliding his sweats and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free.

YangYang had, once again, gotten his way.

Your breath hitched at the sight of his throbbing cock. Desire coiled in your gut, making your entire body flush. You got off of his lap to do as he said, looping your fingers in your belt loops to tease your shorts down.

YangYang did a double take, finding it hard to focus on the game and on you at the same time. His eyes briefly met yours before they trained on your lower body, lust clouding them. Before you could take off your panties, however, YangYang was slain in the game, and had to turn on his mic as Hendery started complaining.

“That jungler is a pain in the ass!” Hendery whined. “But, dude, you’ve only got five kills so far. You good?”

“Yeah, um, I’m not doing so hot this game,” YangYang replied, shooting you a glance and leaning back in his chair as he waited out the cooldown. “The heat’s getting to me, I guess.”

“YangYang, it’s winter,” Hendery replied. YangYang closed his eyes for a moment, opening his mouth to retort, but Hendery continued, “Shit, okay, come mid with me.”

YangYang hummed in agreement and turned his mic off, a darker look in his eyes when he turned to you. “Suck me off, baby,” he said in a low voice, adding, “please.”

“But we were supposed to—”

You stopped yourself as a flush of heat crept up your neck. YangYang looked amused as you bit your lip and got to your knees, crawling toward him so that you were between his legs. When you looked up at him, he looked as if he was at his limit.

YangYang ran his thumb along your lower lip, hand cradling your chin. “I’ll make you feel good after this game, baby,” he reassured.

You nodded, pouting at how flustered he was making you feel. Getting distracted again, YangYang moved his attention to his game again, tapping keys repeatedly. You narrowed your eyes, displeased at the lack of attention.

You play your games, and I’ll play mine, you thought bitterly.

This was an unpredictable jump in your relationship with him, and you were just realizing it as you took ahold of his cock, loving how it twitched in your grip. Your lips grazed the soft skin, causing him to hiss through his teeth, squirming a bit in his seat.

YangYang’s breathing was growing ragged and uneven.

You closed your eyes and took the head of his cock into your mouth, hesitating before sucking lightly on it. You looked up at him through your lashes and smiled at how a vein appeared on his neck. YangYang unmuted his mic to reply to Hendery’s commands, removing his hand from the keyboard to grab your hair in a fistful and push you down on his cock.

A loud whimper escaped you as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. Finding a balance between teasing and careful, you bobbed your head, relishing how the thick veins along his length pulsated against your tongue. YangYang had to mute again, letting out a low and guttural groan when you started building up a faster rhythm.

He died again in the game.

Loser, you thought childishly.

But now, YangYang could focus on you while he was on cooldown. He tugged at your hair, whining when you pulled off of him. You met his eyes and lapped at his slit that was leaking with precum. YangYang’s eyes darkened and he thrusted back into your mouth, making you whimper as you suddenly took him in your throat. You moaned against his cock and let him fuck your throat, digging your nails into his thighs.

You were startled when he seized up, grunting as his hot seed shot down your throat. You swallowed it and pulled off of him, wiping your mouth with a proud glint dancing in your eyes.

YangYang let out a pleased little sigh. “Sit on my lap, baby.”

His cooldown was over.

You got up from your spot on the floor and straddled his lap again, but YangYang was wrecked. He saw your eager expression and chuckled, bemused. He unmuted his mic to speak to Hendery but let his fingers dip into your panties, rubbing his slender fingers against your clit in slow circles.

“P-please,” you breathed out, hands gripping his shoulders for leverage.

“Patience, baby,” YangYang cooed in your ear.

“What did you just call me?” Hendery’s dumbfounded voice resounded from the speakers. “Did you say baby?”

“You’re hearing things,” YangYang brushed off while you wanted to die of embarrassment.

“Yo, we did it!” Hendery cheered a minute later while YangYang was still working on your clit. The words victory flashed across the screen in bright blue. “Dude, you wanna play TFT to celebrate?”

“Yeah, no,” YangYang said bluntly, ending the call and tossing his headphones onto his desk so he could turn his attention to you. He ghosted his hands along your sides. “I have my prize right here.”

“YangYang,” you whined out since he left your clit alone before you could finish.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you,” he mumbled, kissing down the column of your neck. “Let me make it up to you.”

YangYang rubbed your hips in slow circles before removing your shirt carefully, examining your body with hungry eyes. He leaned forward to press kisses from your stomach to your chest, making your heart thunder in your chest. When he reached your chest, his hands slid to the back to unhook your bra. With an easy snap, he unhooked the undergarment and slid the straps down, biting his lip at the sight of you in full glory.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, peppering kisses around your nipple and then sucking lightly on the bud.

“YangYang,” you cried out softly.

Your best friend broke away for a moment to open his drawer behind you pulling out a little silver packet. You watched him tear it open and slide the latex around his throbbing cock. How he managed to get it up again was beyond your understanding. After all, horny boys will be horny boys.

He leaned back in his seat, smirking up at you. “Go ahead, baby, fuck yourself on my cock,” he instructed, grabbing his shirt by the nape so he could slide it off, revealing his v-cut abs.

You swallowed hard.

First of all, YangYang was absolutely hung.

Second of all, you had no experience in this field of sexual activity. This was feeling more like paranormal activity because you had no idea how his massive cock was going to fit inside you without rearranging your guts.

“But you’re so… big,” you whispered, looking at his length as he gave it a few pumps.

A soft look crossed YangYang’s face. He picked you up easily, hands gripping your thighs as he laid you on his bed. There was so much care and softness to his touch as he got over you and lined himself with your entrance. The way he looked down at you was full of pure adoration and it made your breath get caught in your throat.

“Ready?” he asked, moving your hair out of your face.

You bit your lip and nodded, bracing yourself by holding onto his shoulders.

You thought he would start, but to your surprise, he pressed his lips to yours, one hand gently cupping your face. You kissed him back fervently, wrapping your arms around his neck. Lost in the taste of his lips, YangYang slowly pushed himself into you, a strangled groan tearing past his lips at how tight you were. You broke from the kiss to tuck your face into his shoulder, crying out as you were stuck in the crossroads of pain and pleasure.

YangYang’s grip on your waist tightened. “Fuck, babygirl.”

“You’re so big,” you replied with a pleased sigh, your hand sliding up the nape of his neck to curl into his hair. Your hips shifted a little as your walls adjusted around him.

“Damn right I am,” YangYang replied smugly, starting to thrust in you at a leisurely pace. He slid a hand into your hair and groaned as your walls squeezed around him. “God, your cunt’s so fucking tight.”

“Oh, shut up,” you huffed, flustered by his comment. A moan escaped your lips when he hit a certain spot in you that set you on fire. “R-right there!”

“Nice and vocal,” he cooed, slowing down his pace in favor of deeper thrusts, “just how I like it.” A groan tore past his lips as he fucked you into the mattress. “I want to feel this,” he growled. “I want to feel you.”

Waves of pleasure hit you with each thrust, overwhelming you to the point of tears streaming down your face. He was so big and you could feel him in your lower abdomen, but the pain eased away and you could only feel yourself on the edge of euphoria.

“Shit, YangYang, it feels so good,” you mewled out weakly. “H-harder.”

YangYang grabbed ahold of your legs and moved them over his shoulders while he pinned your hips down. He let out a shaky breath and slammed into you harder, making sure to linger whenever he went as deep as he could. You were a moaning mess by now, holding onto him for dear life as he pounded inside of you.

You were already so close, pre-stimulated from him fingering your clit earlier, and his powerful thrusts were making you lose your grip.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

You nodded weakly, meeting his intense gaze. “I think I’m close,” you told him in a breath.

“Cum for me, angel,” YangYang urged, moving his hand down to rub your clit again as he quickened his pace. “I want to hear you say my name. Who’s making you cum?”

“Y-you, YangYang,” you sobbed, digging your nails into his back. “F-fuck—”

You couldn’t even finish what you were saying, nor did you remember what you were going to say because you fell off the edge first. You broke apart in front of him, crying out in pure bliss as you released against his cock. The pleasure in your gut that was building up had now flooded your body, but YangYang still fucked you through your orgasm until he, too, fell apart.

Sweat beaded your flushed skin, but you only noticed it when YangYang’s forehead was against yours, his breathing slow and heavy. He pulled out of you, using up the little energy he had to toss the used condom in the trash before he trudged back to his bed. He got in next to you and pulled you to his body, enveloping you into his warmth.

“I’m sorry if I was too rough,” he mumbled against your skin.

You were still catching your breath, still winded from your orgasm. Now, YangYang was so tender, so gentle, that you were at a loss for words. It was almost laughable compared to the filthy words that were coming from his mouth early.

You cuddled close to him, wrapping a leg around his hip. “Don’t be,” you said with a smile. “It felt really good.”

YangYang grinned and kissed your forehead, your cheeks, then pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You scrunched up your nose at the contact but he just kissed all over your face.

“I’m glad you felt the same way,” he murmured. “I was starting to get scared that we would just have perpetual tension between us forever.”

“Of course not,” you said with a laugh. “Xiaojun would’ve beat you up if you kept denying anything between us.”

“Well, now I can stop denying it, at least,” he mused, holding up your hand to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles.

“I still can’t believe we did that.”

“I mean,” YangYang started, plastering an easy smile on his face, “I’m always good to go again.”

Needless to say, you ended up taking him up on that offer for a few more rounds.

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