#we're not even high up lol i can get up fine but he helps me every single time

[written-by-3racha]

Hope you're fine !! For a drabble, how about Sunghoon with a size kink ? I honestly think he has one lol

size kink ft. park sunghoon

note from étoile : AAH MY SIZE KINK IS GETTING WORSE ON THE DAILY... i think I've wrote the most hoonie fics so far but I'm happy abt it! he's my bias and I love writing for him ♡

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, CREAMPIE (wrap it before you tap it!), PRAISE

Park Sunghoon most definitely has a size kink. He couldn't help it, he was so much bigger than you. You looked so cute beside him. You looked even cuter under him in the bedroom.

"Hoon, it's too big..." You whined. Only the tip was placed against your tight entrance, struggling to fit in.

"I'll make it fit baby, trust me," Sunghoon responded. He kissed your forehead before pushing deeper into you.

He wasn't even halfway in but you still felt full. Tears of pain threatened to spill out of your glassy eyes. Your hands made their way to Sunghoon's back, ten crescent mark shapes on his toned back.

"You're taking me so good, princess. Almost there, be a good girl for me, got it?" His sickly sweet words were such a contrast to the disgusting wet sounds your sex was making. His lithe hands stroked your hair in an attempt to distract you from the big stretch his cock was. His eyes met your teary ones, and you could swear that he grew bigger. Sunghoon kept pushing in until he bottomed out, dick snug against your cervix.

"Hurts," you mewled. More tears streamed down your cheeks.

It took all of the willpower Sunghoon had to not cum right then and there. You looked so pretty crying like this in front of him. So vulnerable. He massaged your thighs, cooing sweet nothings in your ear. "Gonna start moving, baby."

His hips started moving, first at a slow pace but then gradually increasing. His gaze was first at your face, then went down to your tits. He pinched one of your nipples and watched as your face distorted. He then looked lower, at the main attraction: his big cock pumping in and out of your small cunt. You were so tight around him, and it felt so good.

When you were getting close to coming, he felt you tighten up even more around him. Your moans and whimpers got louder and higher in pitch as you approached your climax, and your climax was just enough for Sunghoon to cum too.

"I'm gonna cum inside you and you're gonna take it, you're so fucking hot, princess," Sunghoon grunted as his thrusts got sloppier.

He pulled out after his high went down, watching the cum dribble out your pussy. And that was enough to get him hard again.

"We're not done yet, doll, and we're going to keep on going until you can't walk and the only thing you can remember is my name." You were in for a long night.

[hyuckmov]

hi queen I hope you're doing fine, we miss you on here 😭

can we please get something from rockstar hyuck part 3??? just crumbs please

here's something spicy that i actually wrote when i FIRST started rockstar hyuck wayyy way way back :) as a thank u to u guys for sticking w me i hope u missed just filth LOL

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the call connects just after two rings, a sharp crackle of static before you're met with the sound of his soft breathing, loud against the quiet of his surroundings. 

"hey," you whisper, breathlessly. you didn't expect him to even pick up, considering how busy he was after shows. there was every chance he was still at the venue, high off the adrenaline that performing always gave him, or that he was at another one of his after-show parties, feeding off the adoration and desire that always surrounded him in a haze. 

"hey." you can't tell if he's mocking you, his voice equally breathy. "miss me?"

"yeah." you nibble on your lip, unsure what to say now that he was actually listening. shuffling back onto the pillows laid out on your bed, you sigh. "i'm sorry i couldn't make it to your show." it was the band's first trip to play a few gigs in another city close by, and although you wanted to follow, you just couldn't make the time for it. 

the boys, of course, had been endlessly excited – a new city, a new crowd…and of course a whole new slew of girls to show up to their parties. 

"it's fine," he murmurs, lightly. "i'll be back soon, anyway." 

you hear him shift around, and once again you're reminded of how surprising it is that he's picked up. "are you on the way to the party now?" 

"i'm not going to the party tonight, baby." the term of endearment snags your breath, a warmth spreading sweet and slow inside your body. "'m just staying in the hotel." 

"really?" you blurt out, hating the way your voice betrays the spark of hope that flickers in your chest. 

he laughs, and you can hear the smile in it. "it's good that you called," he says, quietly. there's a pause, as you try to figure out how to interpret his words. 

"not going to ask why, baby?" 

"why?" you ask, weakly. 

"because i've been thinking of you all day." you hear the clink of a wine glass being set down on a table, and then the rustle of sheets. "listened to that voice memo you sent me a week ago after the show…got me so fucking hard i couldn't even show up to the party, baby."

you inhale sharply, thighs pressing instinctively together. "haechan…" you murmur, fear prickling at your skin even though you know no one's listening. 

"it got so much worse after i drank," he breathes. "'m so sensitive right now…we've never fucked while drunk right?" 

"haechan," you plead, unsure if you want him to stop or continue. 

"what's wrong?"

"we're…we're on the phone." 

"so?" and now there's a thud, and you're sure he's dropped his phone next to him . you can hear the clink of his belt being unbuckled, the heavy slide of it as he tosses it somewhere off the bed. a rustle of fabric, and then a low groan sounding out, the sound shooting straight to your core. 

"haechan!" 

"fuck…baby," he pants. "keep saying my name like that." 

"hae–" you cut yourself off, biting your lip. fuck.

there's a short pause, your ears filled with the sound of his breathing, as if his body were caging yours in. the memory of it so vivid that you can't help but trail your hands down to the waistband of your shorts, something about the sultry way his voice played in your ears without him actually being there, the ghost of his touch still lingering in the corners of your body –

"- i can hang up, if i'm making you uncomfortable." there's a nervous stutter to his voice, which has lost all cadences of lust. "i'm sorry. i'll see you when i get back, –" 

"don't." you don't bother to hide the neediness in your voice, too stung by the idea of him hanging up, of him leaving you to fester in this unbearable heat. "please stay." 

you hear him inhale. "would it help if we switched to video call?" 

you feel lightheaded, mouth moving without sound. 

"baby," he presses. "you have to tell me if i'm making you feel uncomfortable, okay?" 

"let's not…let's not switch to video call," you swallow. "yet." 

"whatever you want," he agrees, softly. "are you on your bed, sweetheart?" 

"yes," you whisper. "j-jaemin's in his room too." 

"then we'll have to be quiet, hm?" 

[flowerygrdn]

Hello! Can we have Y/N insisting on Zach Maclaren's games or practices, suddenly he gets hit or hurt since he was intrigued by her presence. Fluff, cute, maybe dumb ;)

i'm gonna assume you meant assisting but yes ofc!

click, click, hit! | z. maclaren

「 pairing: zach maclaren x reader 」

warning: player injury and fluff (also a lot of soccer terminology, since I used to play lol.)

summary: y/n works as a sports photographer for zach's soccer team. he ends up getting injured...because he was a little distracted by her presence.

a/n: send in more zach/drew/rafe request!!!!

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*click*

I got the perfect shot of Alford scoring. I smile at my camera as the team surrounds him in celebration. As of right now, we're tied, 2-2. The stress of trying to get the perfect shot while also wanting to watch and see whether or not we're going to win is high. Not to mention it's cold as hell out here and I'm scared my camera is going to slip out of my gloved hands.

The team resets and Maclaren kicks off. I start following the team down the field. Honestly, the other team isn't even really trying. Maclaren goes to strike the ball and I zoom in to get the perfect shot.

*click*

Another perfect shot right as his cleat hits the ball. I smile to myself as the goalie lets the ball slip past his fingertips and the ball enters the goal. Everyone crowds around Maclaren this time, the left-wing even jumps on his back.

"Hey, y/l/n, can you possibly get a video of this next play?" The coach asks. I hum and set my camera to video mode. They reset and, once again, Maclaren kicks off. I start following the team down the field again. I zoom in on Maclaren and as he goes to kick the ball, the defender uses his arm to shove Maclaren on the ground. He lands on his hand and then rolls over in pain. I hear a whistle blow and everyone runs towards Maclaren.

"That's a penalty!" I yell towards the referee. All the coaches -- along with me -- rush onto the field and crowd around the injured player.

"y/l/n, do you have that video?" I nod and they tell me to show the referee. I do as I am told and they allow our team to make a penalty kick. We have to take Maclaren off the field since he is injured, even if it is just his wrist.

"I'm fine. I can still play!" He protests.

"Trust me, superstar. The way you landed, you shouldn't be doing anything too active." I argue as we walk him over to the medics. I watch to make sure he gets there safely and then I go back to video the penalty kick

-- zach's pov --

Superstar? There's no way she just gave me a nickname. y/l/n has been working for us for a few months now, and every time I see her I can't help but get distracted. Which is probably why the defender took advantage and pushed me. I may have been looking a little too long at her, maybe even trying to impress her. Look, she had a camera out. Her own camera that she bought, so yes I did want her to have some sick footage of me scoring a goal.

The medics are icing my wrist and asking me a bunch of questions about how I'm feeling. My eyes, however, are following the girl with a monopod and a camera as she runs up and down the field to keep up with the team. Man, she can keep up with us really well. Though she is visibly shivering. I guess it is cold.

The game ended and we won, the team came over and celebrated with me for a bit before I got up and walked away. I was looking for a certain person before my eyes finally landed on her. y/l/n was talking to coach and showing him the footage and pictures she got of us. She smiles and looks up at him for approval. I finally gain some courage and walk up to her.

"Hey, coach. Hey y/l/n." I smile at both of them. She smiles wide at me and does a cute little wave.

"Hey, Zach! Make sure you rest that arm and great job today." He pats my shoulder and walks away.

"How's that wrist, Maclaren?" Her voice is full of concern and she lightly grabs my bandaged wrist.

"It feels a lot better. Do you mind if I see the shot of my tumbling?" I ask with a little chuckle. She smiles and steps in front of me. Her back is nearly pressed against my chest and she brings the camera up and into my view so I can watch the replay with her.

"Wow, I really took a fall." She turns around and giggles as she looks up at me.

"Just a little." Her smile is probably the most beautiful thing I've seen. She seems so sweet.

"So...y/l/n, I was wondering...if you wanted...only if you wanted to! Do you maybe wanna...go out with me...sometime?" My words come out a lot less confident than I'd prefer, but hey, at least I got the words out. There's a moment of awkward silence before her smile turns even bigger and she moves closer to me.

"Sure, but only if you win next week's game without injuring yourself." She laughs.

"Oh?" I smirk down at her.

"Mhm, do we have a deal?" I hesitate for a moment. Who am I kidding? I'm Zach freaking Maclaren. I can win that game with my eyes closed.

"Deal, y/l/n." I'm met with a kiss on my cheek as she walks away. I assume that was my good luck kiss. Damn this is gonna be a hard game.

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[dreamonseems]

Thank You

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Birth of baby number two

Literally, because i have been killing myself with work, I got so sick that I had to be in the hospital. Life's been crazy so sorry iv been MIA, I'm didn't even have a good vacation lol because I was sick. I'll hopefully be uploading throughout the week.

The much-awaited time had arrived for the couple to welcome their second baby, just like they did with Ragnar. They had planned for a home birth, hoping for a smooth and serene experience. Y/N's labor began around 4 pm, and they eagerly called the midwives to assist with the birth. Everything seemed ordinary in the beginning, but as the night progressed, the atmosphere took an unexpected turn.

Y/N, her breath becoming heavier, voiced her unease, "I don't feel good, something doesn't feel right." Her words carried an air of concern that immediately caught Erling's attention. Worriedly, he turned to the midwives, seeking answers, "What's going on?"

One of the midwives responded, her face reflecting the seriousness of the situation, "Her blood pressure is getting really high. We will have to take her to the hospital. Call an ambulance now."

Erling's heart skipped a beat, feeling the sudden rush of anxiety and fear. "What's happening? Is she okay? Is the baby okay?" he asked, his mind racing with worries. Sensing his panic, the head midwife, Doris, approached him and took him aside. With a reassuring tone, she said, "We will do everything we can to keep her calm until we get to the hospital. The doctors there will know how to help. But I'll need your help to keep her from freaking out."

Summoning all his courage, Erling took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He returned to Y/N's side, determined to support her through this challenging moment. He began massaging her back gently, his voice a soothing balm as he spoke calming words, "The baby will be okay, Y/N. You and the baby will be fine. Don't worry about that. Let's just stay nice and calm. Trust me, everything will be alright."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she clung to his words for comfort. "Is the baby going to be okay?" she questioned, her emotions running high.

Erling looked into her eyes with unwavering love and assurance, "Yes, of course, baby. You and the baby will be just fine. I promise you that. We're in this together, and we'll get through it." He continued to provide her with the support and strength she needed, knowing that his presence and words meant the world to her in this moment of uncertainty.

The ambulance rushed to the scene, lights flashing and sirens blaring, as they urgently transported Y/N to the hospital. Inside, the atmosphere was filled with tension and a sense of urgency. Y/N clung to hope, her heart pounding with anxiety while Erling sat beside her, trying to provide whatever reassurance he could.

As they arrived at the hospital, medical personnel were standing ready, anticipating their arrival. The doctor and nurses sprang into action as they swiftly took Y/N to the emergency room. Erling, desperate to be by her side, attempted to follow them, but he was halted by a nurse.

"We will take care of her and figure out what's going on. We'll call you when we are ready to have you in the room," the nurse informed him with a gentle yet firm demeanor.

Erling's heart sank at the thought of being separated from Y/N during such a critical moment. He nodded in resignation, though every fiber of his being longed to be with her. As he stood there, watching them take his wife away, he felt a sense of helplessness like never before. It was an overwhelming feeling of being lost, unable to do anything to help the love of his life and their precious baby.

Unable to bear the weight of his emotions, Erling sank to the floor, leaning against the hospital wall. He folded his hands together, seeking solace in prayer like never before. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and his voice trembled as he cried out to God with all his heart, "Please, God, please don't let anything happen to them. I beg you to protect them. Bring them both through this safe and sound."

Every word was filled with raw emotion, and Erling's heartache was evident in his fervent plea. In that vulnerable moment, he laid bare his deepest fears and hopes, finding a glimmer of strength in the act of prayer. The waiting seemed like an eternity, and Erling held on to the hope that his prayers would be heard and answered.

All around him, the hospital bustled with activity, but Erling remained on his knees, his thoughts consumed by his beloved wife and the life they created together. The uncertainty weighed heavily on his shoulders, but he held on to the belief that his love and faith could make a difference. Through the pain and the fear, Erling clung to the hope that soon, he would be reunited with Y/N and their unborn child, safe and sound.

"Mr. Haaland, you can come in now. She's pushing, and she's a strong one, your wife," the nurse called out to Erling with a hint of admiration in her voice. Erling's heart raced, and he swiftly rushed into the delivery room. He knew this was the critical moment he had been waiting for, and he couldn't bear to miss it.

Just in time, Erling stood by Y/N's side, gripping her hand tightly as she bravely pushed to bring their precious bundle of joy into the world. Y/N's face was flushed red, her tears mixing with sweat as she vocalized the intensity of her efforts. With every ounce of her strength, she pushed, determined to bring their baby safely into their arms.

With bated breath, Erling watched as their little one made their way into the world. But as the baby emerged, a sense of fear crept in. There were no cries, and the baby's complexion looked bluish. Time seemed to slow down as panic threatened to consume Erling's heart. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and his mind raced with worry.

Y/N, still dazed and exhausted from the labor, was unaware of what was unfolding. She went in and out of consciousness, her eyes hazy as she caught glimpses of Erling's shocked face. Fearful for her baby's well-being, she repeated the question, "What's happening? What's happening?" But there were no answers forthcoming, and Erling found it difficult to tear his gaze away from the baby to comfort her.

With every second feeling like an eternity, Erling's heart sank as he focused on the baby's condition. The silence in the room was unbearable, and he prayed with all his might for a miracle. Just when it felt like time stood still, their baby finally let out a strong cry, piercing the air with life. Relief washed over Erling, and he couldn't hold back his emotions.

"Oh, thank you, thank you," Erling cried out, his voice trembling with gratitude. The sound of their baby's cries was music to his ears, a symphony of hope and joy amidst the fear and uncertainty. In that moment, he knew that they had overcome a major hurdle, and the bond between him, Y/N, and their newborn grew stronger than ever.

He turned to Y/N, her tired but elated expression mirroring his own feelings. The world seemed to fade away around them as they heard their babys cries, cherishing the miracle of life that they had brought into this world together.

As the anticipation reached its peak, the doctor's voice filled the room, ringing with a mix of excitement and tenderness, "It's a boy!" The words danced in the air, and Erling's heart swelled with pride and love. As the doctor gently placed their newborn son on Y/N's chest, a rush of emotions overwhelmed them both.

Y/N's eyes glistened with tears of joy as she looked down at her precious baby boy. A joyful chuckle escaped her lips, intermingled with tears, as she marveled at the miracle cradled against her. Her heart felt like it would burst from the overwhelming love she felt for the little bundle in her arms.

Erling's eyes welled up as he beheld the scene before him. His beautiful family, now complete with the arrival of little Elias, filled his soul with an indescribable sense of happiness. His hand trembled with emotion as he gently caressed his son's tiny, delicate head.

"His name is Elias," Erling declared, his voice quivering with affection and certainty. The name carried a sense of meaning and significance, carefully chosen to be a perfect fit for their new addition.

"Elias... I like it," Y/N said, her voice tender, yet teary-eyed. It was as if the name resonated deeply with her heart, sealing their bond as a family. The joyous tears cascading down her cheeks mirrored the overwhelming happiness in Erling's heart.

In that sacred moment, time seemed to stand still as they basked in the pure bliss of becoming parents once again. The room was filled with an aura of love, a cocoon of warmth and happiness that enveloped the new family. Elias, swaddled in love, had already woven himself into the hearts of his parents.

As they gazed at their son, they knew that this journey of parenthood would be filled with challenges and wonders, tears and laughter, but they were ready for every single moment. Little Elias had made them a family, and they vowed to cherish and protect him with all the love they could muster.

With Elias in their arms, their hearts were overflowing with love and gratitude. Y/N and Erling looked at each other, their eyes shining with affection, and shared a smile that spoke volumes. They knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of love, joy, and precious memories, and they couldn't wait to embark on this beautiful journey together as a family of four.

[svefs]

Definitely the better Suzuki ever 👍

TW!: Cursing and mentions of alcoholism, NOT incest FFS, we love Iruma, IruAzz shipper reader frfr, I support other ships (not the bad bad ones y'all calm down)too don't attack me, im high and it's 3am, Fem!reader, hey bbg you look kinda cute

Summary: You're Iruma Suzuki's younger sister cause yes. Not really known by most of his friends since you're like 10 years younger than him (basically a kid that still can't attend school). That is untill you followed your older brother to Babyls secretly (how? Idk why are you asking me im defo no the author 🤷‍♀️)

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"Shichiro" said Kalego surrounded by an ominous aura while the misfits are sweating buckets in the background.

Balam Shichiro was only trying to help a toddler. Getting a lecture by co-worker was definitely not in list.

"BAT!" you screamed on the top of your lungs as if you were a drunkard

Uh oh

Few hours earlier

"Pera! upsies,"you babbled wanting to be carried.

"Y/N-sama, please forgive me but I am a bit busy here," Opera said while carrying the dirty laundry.

You huffed and walked away pouting at the fact that Opera was busy. It's childish but your still a kid so do whatever you want 🤷‍♀️

Unfortunately, a bright idea sparked into your mind. Your adoptive grandpa is the principal of Babyls, the school your big brother goes too. So if we're to go on a little adventure you'll be able to get your older brother and maybe your grandpa to play with you. It's basically child's play (how ironic), but you're a human child so it's fine.

So the journey begins, with you leaving Opera in a state of panic while you're following your carefree brother and his two friends while they walk to school. Of course it is harder for you to catch up to them since you can barely walk but you can crawl your way through hell if you wanted to.

Once you reached the school entrance it was basically empty, meaning you weren't fast enough to play with your brother before his class starts. As you were about to enter through the door, a deep voice startled you.

"A child?"

You look behind to see a tall man with chicken feet and short white hair. Iruma has told you about a white haired tall teacher with chicken feet named Balam Shichiro that is intimidating but kind nonetheless. So what do you do? The only logical thing duh.

"Bal!"

you shouted rendering him speechless.

"You know me?"

he asked while picking you up while you answered by nodding.

"VROOM VROOM!!"

"Vroom....?"

Few minutes after (he finally got the memo)

"So.... you want me to bring you to Iruma?"you nodded in response as he started walking somewhere. You were completely relaxed in Balam's hold which made him question your identity even more since he was used to people being scared of his appearance.Getting to Iruma was not really that hard. You can tell where he is all the time especially with the people he hangs out with. Poor Iruma, can't even live his school life quietly without drawing attention. But since class already started, he's definitely in the Royal one. He wouldn't be the type to skip class at all.

Back to the present

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA BIG BAD BAT!!!" you started shrieking definitely startling half the class from your sudden outburst.

"Y/N! Calm down," your brother takes you away from Balam's hold inorder to try and calm you down. Did it work?

Lol no.

Why?

Cause seeing a certain pink haired male, made you think of all the times your brother would come back home just to rant to you about him. Oh the burning pain, hearing your brother talk about his oh-so obvious crush that he has yet to realise. Almost felt bad for this Azz guy if it weren't for the fact this Azz guy has also yet to realise his feelings. This is too much bs for you to handle. Definitely too much.

Meanwhile Opera was still panicking at the mansion lmfao

Note:

You have no idea how bored I am

Request are finally open tho

[idyllcy]

from one admirer to another : new years?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Christmas...

SUNNY'S SO CUTE AUGHHHHHHH... I drew a twitter mental breakdown emote trust me I'm going through it. Sunny looks so cute. My roommate and I have a black cat called sesame bun, but she doesn't register on polaroids or film so I cry a little each time I see photos of her. Wish I had your number so I could send you photos of her, but that's against FOATA policy, so... oopsie.

You forgot to get their number?? That's an insane thing to say. How do you just casually— okay, well, on that topic, I forgot to get the number of the dude I was making out with on new years as well. It doesn't help that I was so drunk that I barely remember what he looks like. All I know is that he was hot and at the same new years party as me. I don't even remember what he called me. He was just so... hot. Okay, sorry, this isn't about me. This is about you. YEAH. I'M SHAMING YOU FOR NOT GETTING THEIR NUMBER (joke) And, yes, you used it right)

We're friends. I promise lol.

I live with my best friend! We're actually day ones and when she started working her current job, I was there with her at her first event. I can't say too much about her, but we've lived together ever since. I'm like... her stay-at-home best friend? Something like that. I earn less than she does, and she bought the whole apartment with her first paycheck, so now I just do everything that a husband would. Basically, I cook and clean on days I don't work and I dry her hair for her after her showers.

She helped me a lot (well, I live in her apartment so there's that) and I just love her so much :(.

The other two in our little group in high school also went into the same industry as her, except in different directions, so we see them every now and then. Sisters before misters or whatever. She and I are 4 lifers.

As for stuff about me... not too much to say. I told you all of my defining factors already. Sesame bun was adopted when we first got the house, so she's like four years old now. Cute little girl. I attached a keychain I ended up winning from another Ada event. I have one already, so I figured it would be better in your hands.

Hope you get that model's number, scrambled eggs

You seal the letter and toss it on your bedstand by your phone and head to the kitchen instead of bed because 1. you're hungry, 2. you're hungry, 3. you're hungry. You want a quick snack.

"Hey." Ada raises a brow at you at the sight of your laptop in hand. "Killing half of your reading population again?"

"It's just the comfort now." You yawn. "I want ramen."

"Shin noodles is not ramen." Ada pauses. "Also, no. You're cutting for your next shoot, remember?"

"God, can't they CGI it or something? God forbid a human eat for once." You huff, grabbing a pack of konjac jelly instead, huffing as you pop open your laptop. "I hate this industry."

"It's not that you can't eat."

"Where's the medicine for blood sugar?"

"You already had one today. You'll be fine." Ada hands you a jerky packet, and you groan in bliss.

"China my beloved."

Ada rolls her eyes, going back to her phone to text her relatives again. "Anything you want mailed this time?"

"阿尔卑斯..." You mumble. "Alps lollipops my beloved... please..."

"I'll let them know. Anything else?"

"QQ gummies are here now, huh?"

"Yeah." She pauses. "Let's have them mail some anyway."

"Love you."

"Yeah, yeah. Anything else that they can legally mail over?"

"Oh, I want gum."

"Extra?"

"Yuh. The white packaging one." You grin. "I'll dedicate this chapter to you again."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." You blow a kiss at her, and she rolls her eyes.

"Sap."

"I'M HURT."

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[disappearinginq]

I’m so excited you like Steve Crain too! He’s been a favorite character of mine for years at this point, and doesn’t deserve the hate he gets.

It bothers me when people don’t recognize the responsibility that weighs on characters. They essentially lost both of their parents at the same time, and you know Steve had to be the one to step up.

This isn’t just applicable to Haunting of Hill House, of course. But I’ve noticed that fans vilify the characters that aren’t victimized as obviously / aren’t the main character.

Anyways, just wanted to share with a fellow Steve-enjoyed lol

New Bestie - same. I got into a very heated discussion about how if the Crain siblings are supposed to represent the 5 stages of grief, the fandom has Steve and Shirley switched around, because everyone says that Steve is Denial and Shirley is Bargaining.

Meanwhile, in the show, Steve spends his adult life going around not necessarily trying to debunk ghosts, but hoping that maybe this time, it will be ghosts, because then maybe his family will just be a different kind of crazy. He says his mom and his sister are sick, and they needed help. He reminds me more of Fox Mulder - the "I want to believe" vibe. But he also is in the unique position of seeing ghosts and not knowing about it. All of his ghosts are people with jobs, moving around the house like normal people. Everyone hears the dogs at night, not just him. He doesn't hear banging on the walls, he doesn't see creepy zombies in the basement, he doesn't have his future self freaking the hell out of him his entire life. He sees his mom - and as far as he's concerned (because this is a horror show, not supernatural, the world he occupies is the one we're in - no vampires and ghosts, etc, and that is Understood) it's just the mental illness that has gone through his whole family finally catching up with him. Anyone in this world who has a family member swear they're being stalked by a faceless ghost while they're high on drugs is going to come to same conclusion Steve does, which is that they're nuts. BUT - he looks for any signs that he is wrong. And I'm still mad that they cut out part of the first episode that has Steve refusing to write about his family anymore, no matter the price, while driving by an accident where he sees multiple people standing around, but when he turns away and the camera is the only one on the accident, you only see the firefighters/first responders.

Meanwhile, Shirley is 100% in denial about everything, including what her own ghosts were. In her House Nightmare at the end, she even denies what actually happened - in her version, she doesn't have an affair. The House actually calls her out on "But that's not what happened, is it?" When Steve is doing CPR on his dying brother, Shirley's first words are "This isn't real". She denies Luke from going to Nell's wedding. She denies that their mother had anything wrong with her, she's in denial that she's running her own business into the ground, she's in denial about the death of the kittens, she's in denial about ghosts too - even though she has much more explicit contact with them with the knocking, and with a witness both times (Theo). She's in denial about the night that they had to flee Hill House. Like if she says it often enough, then it will be true that her family is fine and nothing is wrong.

Sorry. Long rant. But I love this character and this show so much and no one ever wants to talk about it (except @amandagaelic, and she has listened to me for literally hours at this point). One of these days, I will actually finish the Haunting of Hill House fic I have, and it will be posted.

We might all be dead from old age, or so senile we don't even remember the source material, but I'll stipulate in my will that it has to be posted. :-D

AND YES - people have a weird habit of like...picking one character to defend and that's the end of it. No one else can do any right and that character can do no wrong. I see it in Yellowstone fandom a lot. Or in Marvel (the Steve/Tony argument made me leave it altogether). I don't know if it's because fandoms are now predominantly younger, louder/more obnoxious from the safety net of internet anonymity or what, but Seeing Things from Someone Else's Point of View seems to be a lost art in both media and reality.

[littlesislovesyou]

Mmmph...a little...I can't help but get a little jealous over my sister >:3 can you blame me? It's okay I got it under control lol are you an early Disney watcher? I just imagined hades from Hercules raging and then going it's fine I'm cool we're good lmaoo and I remember him literally screaming to Meg that he owned her...calmly not so calmly of course XD

I'm happy you feel the same as I do though... my pretty baby sis~🤭🔪

Aww no worries I understand if you're a little high. I hope you're enjoying yourself at least sweet girl? Maybe I should make you take some more hits and see how horny and willing you are to be raped and fucked unconscious by your masked mutual stranger~ 🖤 I'm happy you love all my asks and I LOVE driving you crazy~

You can use this to respond if *ahem* the other ask is too spicy and fucked up that you wanna keep it...🤫

I missed you though I hope you're feeling better and sorry for responding so late my internet went out briefly and I was gaming in the meantime while waiting for it to return.

I've got PC and switch but I've been playing alot of Zelda recently lol playing the warriors and remembering that the main antagonist is just an obsessed fangirl of link that loves him so much that she'd summon monsters and kill anyone in her way to have him all to herself...kinda hot ngl lol

I would hope I'm okay but all I can do is sleep more and take meds to make sure I'll be as okay as I can be! And me too but ty for your concern hun, you're so sweet <333

It is very easy and hey sometimes all you need is a reminder and a helping hand to relax yk? I can't help but be that kind of person hehe. And I hope so I love talking to you when we both can 💕

Hhhh I won’t even lie I find jealousy very hot<3 I don’t know there’s just something about the possessiveness of it that just makes me so unbelievably wetttt ahhh<333 so I could never blame my big sibling for getting jealous;’) 💗 and also I know what you’re talking about! Hehe

Just know I always belong to my big sibling~ even when dads around hehe

That’s meee! Always your baby sis;’)💗💗 always here to make my big sibling feel better~

Ah yess I did very much! ☺️ It was very much needed after today but I’ll admit I wouldn’t have minded your help at all💗

Hhh you’re literally just melting my brain anymore 🥺💗 sometimes I just get so needy when I smoke, I’d probably be all blazed out and wet~ just seeing the mask, not knowing at all who’s behind it, I can’t help it, I would seriously let you do whatever you wanted to me, not that I would have a choice of course, I’m genuinely so helpless when I’m high, my brain would melt if you forced me to smoke more, turning me into such a obedient fuck doll~

I absolutely will be keeping that one just for me 👀💗 it’s so long and detailed and ugh.. just absolutely perverted;’) and it’s mine, just for me💗💗💗 I love it so much💗 I’ll probably mm be touching myself to that later 💗☺️

Ah no it’s no worries my lovely mutual<3 you never gotta apologize for that, im glad you’ve been having a good night at least! I also have both a pc and a switch:0 Zelda games are always some of the best, I had a lot of childhood memories of that game, and oh yeah? ;’) is that what I’m going to have to do for you? ~ hehe

Awe well I hope you start feeling better and just remember to breathe and take it easy on yourself🥺💗 too bad I can’t cuddle you to sleep!

Aghhh I love how just genuinely sweet you are but you can say some of the most hot fucked up things to me;’) and I love it💗

[chainsawctopus]

What do u think of yoshiden

Oh boy. If you're here on my account then you probably already know who I am and how absolutely insane I am for them, but I'm gonna ramble anyway LOL thanks for giving me the opportunity to show people on Tumblr how insane I am ‼✌😁 If people who don't know me from twitter find this, hi I'm TK! I may be a little deranged for Yoshiden, just a tiny bit y'know- Yoshiden means a lot to me for various reasons but I'll just put down all my insane ramblings down belowwww [CSM Spoilers if anime onlys/new readers find this post somehow] [Serious Section] -Denji's distrust/disliking for men/straight up internalized homophobia is most likely because of his past abusers being male (the mafia and his father), so if he starts to trust Yoshida throughout the course of part 2 and they end up forming an actual bond, whether it's romantic or platonic, it kind of helps Denji get over his distrust and help him cope with that trauma knowing that hey not all dudes are that bad actually, this guy's pretty nice. (You could say that Beam already did that and they had a good bond too but Beam is... y'know... *finger across neck* bleh... and Denji still emphasizes he wouldn't let a dude sit on him in 104 so...)

-Surprise surprise, I'm in on the bi Denji agenda because I'm bisexual and all my favs have to be bi 😁😁/hj But seriously, bi Denji is a pretty good concept cause aside from getting rid of his internalized homophobia, it also helps him get over/cope with his trauma as I said above. Part 1 was all about Denji learning about different kinds of love (familial love from the Hayakawa family, romantic love from Reze, and the mess that is sexual->maternal->abusive love from Makima, etc etc), so exploring his sexuality in part 2 could be a nice little addition to that. (Bonus points for the new kind of familial love he has for Nayuta now that he's her older brother/father figure; bonus BONUS points if Yoshida's the other dad LOL) [Delusional Absolutely Normal Section] -Yoshida's canonically a pretty boy as stated by another guy, so maybe if Denji stares at him long enough he'll realize guys can be as pretty as girls too and think it's fine to find guys attractive LMAO

-We all agree Yoshida's gay or at least mspec mlm leaning/preference right? Right. -Anyway, I'M A TOTAL SUCKER FOR ONE-SIDED LOVE STORIES LOL I'd like to think Yoshida has coworkers who could've taken the job of watching over Denji but he deliberately asked to do the job because he found him cute back in part 1, though realistically he probably only got chosen for the job cause he knew about Denji's identity already and he's also in high school, but we're not here for realism, we're here for gay people. (Gay people being Hirofumi Yoshida.) (Did you see him at the table with Angel while Denji and Power were talking about barf and stuff? Dude was smiling while listening to them talk about random shit, he probably became interested in Denji then and there; hell, even the goddamn onigiri scene where Denji still eats it after it fell to the ground probably made him go 'woah this guy is sick in the head I'm in love') Back to the one sided thing, the idea of Yoshida being willing to die while protecting Denji is???? insane??? and I love it because it really shows how devoted he is not only to his job but to Denji in general. He's never truly lost his temper at Denji, even when he used his bare hands on the cake, even when he let himself get sat on by girls, and even how he only wants to reveal himself as Chainsaw Man just to get a girlfriend. Sure, he called him hopeless in the recent chapter, but he never raised his voice or fought back. He's always trying to be patient with him even when he's being completely ridiculous. Copypasting what I've said on twitter here: If someone started scooping and eating the cake I bought with their bare hands, I wouldn't just sit there and go "Aaaaaah!", I'd definitely get pissed. Yoshida has FEELINGS for this boy, I swear. He said NOTHING about it. NOTHING. No "Why the hell'd you do that?" or "Dude that's gross" OR ANYTHING, he immediately just goes back to talking about trying to prevent Denji from revealing his identity. If someone I liked, however, would eat cake with their bare hands, I'd just be embarrassed but also find it cute so I'd let it slide. (Tested and proven 👍)

If, miraculously, Yoshida canonically confesses to Denji, he'd probably still pine for him even if Denji turns him down, which he probably will. Yoshida realizes, after being his bodyguard for a while, that he really enjoys Denji and being around him; he'd get too attached to those feelings and still shower him with appreciation even if he knows it'll never be reciprocated. Just knowing that Denji's being given the love he deserves is enough for him, even if Denji doesn't want or care about that love. It's kinda selfish of Yoshida, but he doesn't care, all he cares about is that he likes Denji and he's willing to keep that up until he dies. -Anywayyyyy, even though they're both good in battle they're both absolute fucking losers LOL Yoshida getting thrown out the window is and will always be my favorite scene from him. Denji got called a loser by Asa, so maybe if Denji just turned his head 90 degrees after that rejection, he would've seen another loser and they could've been the most pathetic loser4loser couple in existence, it's great, c'mon Denji just accept you can like men already

-I kinda maybe kin Yoshida soooo- 💀 I mostly started kinning him for his appearance and how he's visibly deranged in part 1 LOL, but seeing his attitude towards Denji in part 2 really made me like wow he just like me fr‼ I'm sick in the head for this cute guy who is also kinda sick in the head‼ So yeah that really added to my appreciation for yoshiden LMAOSKJSDKF Ok that's all it's almost 6am and my brain is empty, maybe I'll add to this later, hopefully that answers your question anon 😁👍‼‼‼💥💥💥 I dunno if you expected an essay but BOOM, I hope I get a good score LOL

[pebblethestone]

Far Too Close ³

Astarion x GN Tiefling reader

Summary - Astarion shows you how to use a dagger after the battle with the goblins

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ blood,death,gore

Masterlist

Far Too Close Masterlist

Previous / next

Words - 2372

A/n - trying to write from memory sucks, so it might not be correct but like it's find am just going to replay a parts I need lol and I didn't realise how busy I would be lately and I don't read over my stuff cause am lazy like that

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“So we're going to get rid of the goblin's leaders?, to get the druid as well as help the tifling refugees?” you hear Astarion say next to you in a whisper as you nod your head, as you both look around the goblin camp to see if there where good places for you to sit high up, to cover the ground while yous would be fighting.

The others are also looking around in groups of two for where the three leaders would be finding the first one being the priestess Gut as we walked into the castle. That they have used as a camp, walking in all you smell the burning of flesh in the air, your eyes falling towards the priestess as she puts a metal pole into the fire with a pattern of a mark at the end of as it heats up the metal glowing orange hot with heat.

She moves it towards a goblin standing in front of her putting the burning metal onto his hand as it burns him, branding him a fresh wound. The goblin waves his hand as if to cool it down, as he walks off muttering words.

“A true soul” you hear her, seeing her look towards you.

“step closer” she says as you do so feeling the tadpole more around lifting your hand to your head to try and stop the uncomfortable feeling of it moving around. Looking down at her.

“Would you like the brand of the Absolute” You shake your head before saying.

“No, I don't I just want to get this thing out of my head,” you say to her as the old goblin watches you closely.

“I can get that thing out of your head if you come with me alone, just follow me,” she says as she starts walking off, your eyes Turning to Astarion, nodding as if telling him you'll be alright by yourself as he nods, you split up and you follow her and he'll go looking for stuff to properly steal. She takes you into a room without anyone in it her eyes looking up towards you, holding a vial containing an ugly liquid inside of it as she offers it up to you.

“This shall help you, I am sure,” the says as you take it with hesitation lifting it towards your face to take a better look at you, waiting for small worm-like creatures swimming in it, shaking your head and throwing it to the ground as the goblin starts to cast a spell, you grab an arrow from you side quiver, and stabbed her in the eye as she falls to the ground.

Your eyes look around making sure that no one has seen what has just happened as you look at her stuff taking some of it, as well as hiding her body. Leaving the room she had taken you into you decided that it was time to group back up with the others.

After finding everyone, you tell them that you no longer have to deal with 3 but now 2 leaders Dror Ragzlin a hobgoblin and the other leader Miathara a drow, trying to find out where the grove is.

Astarion's dark red, eyes look towards you with curiosity as you say that they only had 2 leaders to deal with instead of 3 of them, explaining what had happened and everything is fine for just now.

“we should go for the drow first and then the hobgoblin, the drows location is smaller and less around there and then we can plan with the hobgoblin he is in too much of an open space,” you say to everyone as they agree to what you had said

“Remember we still need to find the druid” you hear Gale say to you.

“He shouldn't be too far we'll go look for him before we start our attack,” you say as you all go off looking for a jail that may hold the druid even though the drow had said they had not come across one, which was strange.

After a while of looking around the goblin camp, you come across a room with a big bear trapped in a cell as goblin children throw rocks at it through the iron bars and gate.

“I think we found what we're looking for,” you say watching as the trapped bear becomes angry as it breaks down the iron gate As it lets out a loud growl, swiping its claw at the first goblin it sees, the young goblin running out of the room. Take your bow as you aid the bear and see Astarion take out his daggers as he goes up to another stabbing them. The room filled up with spells being cast across the room and shouting from the goblins.

After the fight has finished the bear moves towards you as you watch it glow yellow before shifting into an elf as he looks down towards you.

After the talk with the druid and leaving the room...

Your eyes land on a ladder following it upwards to see a perfect spot for you to shoot your bow from your point over to it as they carry on you splitting up from them as you get to the ladder and climb up it.

Before you get to the top you check if there are any goblins around, before climbing up them more seeing that there was none there. You look over the ledge to see that it is a good spot, looking back behind you to check the ladder before getting ready to use your bow.

Your eyes watch them as they start fighting with the goblins, keeping an eye on your friends as well as the druid making sure none of the goblins come up behind them, your eyes move to Astarion as you see one creeping up behind him, him dealing with another he's stabbing with his dagger, raising your bow aiming for the one behind him as it's about to swing its sword down towards him the arrow whizzing right past Astarion face hitting the goblin in the chest.

Seeing Astarion's head turn to where you are as he gives you a little glare, I guess it was a little too close for comfort to him, returning his glare with a friendly ware before carrying on what you were doing before.

As you watch and shoot with your bow taking out some goblins, as you are about to line up your next shoot you hear quite a few steps from behind you as your ear twitches you turn around and see a goblin, holding a sword heading straight toward you moving your bow in front of yourself as it makes a dent in the strong wood 'seeing that made you a little upset but you can always try and fix it later' pushing the sword back towards him, knocking him over with the push, falling towards the ground with the goblin.

Your eyes watch as you hold the goblin down seeing him reach for something and not reacting fast enough feeling pain in your upper leg, quickly looking to where he had stabbed you, angry as you put your full weight onto the goblin's torso with your hands as you hear a sickening crush of bone and flesh being torn open, moving off of the goblin slowly trying not to damage the wound that you already have.

Casting your eyes over the ledge seeing that the fight was over, leaning your back on a wall as you decided to keep the dagger in your leg not wanting to lose too much blood seeing as if it was already being leaked out of your wound and down your leg.

Letting out a little grunt as you move to put pressure onto the wound hoping it would lessen the pain, but with little luck, it did not help at all. Moving your bag off your side as you check for any healing potion, finding an empty one as you throw it away from you. As you wait for one of your group members to come up to see if you require help witch you are, you think about deciding that you need to learn how to use a close-up weapon if it ever happens again would be wise, maybe you ask Astarion how to use a dagger he seems to know his way around one.

Casting your eyes back to the ladder that you had climbed up hearing someone climb up it, seeing white hair before red eyes peek over.

“Astarion, nice to see you,” you say letting out a little chuckle, then grunt in pain seeing him look down.

“Shadowheart, need your help, Y/n is injured” you hear him say as he climbs up a little faster moving towards you to check up on your wound feeling his cold hands through your trousers, you then see Shadowheart come up from over the edge as she comes over to take a look at your wound.

After your wound had been patched up and healed with Shadowheart magic you all headed back to camp to get some rest from the long day before the tifling party began the next day.

As you walk into your tent, you plunk yourself down onto your pillows and blanket, hissing a little as if you had hurt your leg while doing so, deciding to get changed into something more comfortable instead of in your armour.

Halfway through changing your ears twitch hearing footsteps heading towards your tent and hearing the cloth being opened as you turn away from the entrance of your tent, as you hear the footsteps suddenly come to a stop.

“Astarion, it would be nice if you would say something before entering my tent,” you say still looking forward your bare back facing him, hearing him gulp a little.

“Right, I... I do apologise, I just wait out here then” you hear him say hearing his footsteps leave the tent. Letting out a sigh as you finish changing something more easily to walk around with, you get up and leave the tent as you glare at Astarion, your tail moving side to side.

“Asterion, what is it that you wanted? That you so badly need to just match straight into my tent” you say to him as you see Gale in the corner of your eye take a glare at him and go back to his reading.

“Well, I thought I would show you how to use a dagger since it looks like you are terrible at using weapons that aren't ranged,” he says as he gestures to your leg as you shoot him another annoyed glare.

“That would be nice, how about we do it at dusk I need more time to rest, I'll meet you at the tree?” you say to him. The tree where you give him more tips on using the bow.

“Well, I see you there, then,” he says to you as he walks away, walking back into your tent you grab your bag searching for some food you have found just some fruits, and you snack on them.

*Dusk time skip*

Deciding that it was time to head to the tree where Astarion would try to teach you how to use a dagger, you get up and leave your tent taking your bow with you as you head there, your eyes watching the tree wave in the wind as you get closer to the tree seeing that Astarion is already there. As if hearing your footsteps you see his head turn up to look at you as you walk towards him.

“How long have you been here for?” you ask him as you quickly take a seat next to him being very careful of your leg as you hear him sniff a little.

“Not long,” he says back to you.

“so how will you teach me to use a dagger,” you say as his eyes land on you a little smile makes it onto his face.

“well first I will teach you how to hold it the basics first then I teach the rest as some other point,” he says as he takes a dagger out of his scabbard on his side and hands you the handle carefully.

“Now I want you to hold the dagger and then I'll fix where your hand is meant to be,” he says as you take a hold of the handle of the dagger holding it tightly, looking over at him as he moves close he moves your fingers and hand so your grip it different, making the dagger seem lighter and conformable to hold in your hand.

It takes an hour till you figure out how to hold it as Astarion teaches you how to use it when In a fight, and how to catch them off guard, time flyby as he shows you how to use the dagger in different techniques.

“now try and attack me, dont worry am a fast mover,” he says as you hesitate before going in you attack him first, moving your arm to strike him as he quickly takes hold of your arm feeling how cold his skin is as knocks you down as you fall flat onto your back, but you dropped the dagger and pulling him down with you, him on top of you as you quickly roll around putting him onto the ground and you on top of him as you grab the dagger and hold it against his neck.

“I think that I win this time,” you say with a little smile of joy.

“I guess that you do,” Astarion says as you remove yourself from him and standing up you give him your hand to help him up, and he takes it.

“Well, it does seem like you've become slightly better I guess, just more practice, I think,” he says looking at you as you hand the dagger back to him.

“Thank you Astarion, we should really head back to camp, it's getting late,” you say.

“You right shall we head back then? darling You keep it, I've got plenty” he says as he gently pushes it back towards you.

[an-honest-puck]

Prompocalypse (Ep. 16) highlights and viewing notes because I don’t have the time to liveblog while watching but I do have thoughts that I will complete some other time lol

spoilers ahoy!!!

nothing like the power of a teen girl/tiefling's catty sarcasm to completely undermine a villain's monologue (shoutout to the d20 sound crew for the perfect music and timing on that one!!)

Gorgug learns about a new way of disarming people: kissing them

"Stop outing students!"

"I'M GAY NOW WOO"

Lou turning his adding-up-dice-humming into the first notes of 'Amazing Grace' that Zac immediately picks up on and starts swaying along

Brennan's gentle "yeah" when Siobhan admits to having a question that will be bad for the party, but also that she wants to play the game right

even more spoilery spoilers below!

Lou giving Siobhan a thumbs up after the above question

the fact that Goldenrod finds the need to justify to a bunch of teenagers that he's attacking this student because he's just an evil demon and not because said student is gay

Riz yelling "HOMOPHOBE!" at an honest-to-goodness dragon

"To be clear, I am very socially liberal; I am fiscally conservative!" + everyone's reaction to that (shoutout to Zac's very judgemental head tilt XD)

Brennan saying "I am a libertarian!" in Goldenrod's 'teacher' voice and then growling it again straight afterwards, as if Goldenrod just remembered he was a big-ass dragon XD

not Beardsley's "So convenient for you!" lmaoooo

Goldenrod: What? Everyone should be free to do what they want. I should be free to collect gold and destroy, and you should be free to try and run away! This is a cultured political philosophy!

Ally/Kristen: I'm down from hearing that [and not from his actual attack XD]

Brennan: *describing the gnarly metal music Gorgug's listening to*

Zac: *drops his dice*

"Ooh, beignets!"

the little grin on Brennan's face when he rolls the dice and then A WILD JAWBONE APPEARS!!!!!!!!!!

Jawbone hugs!!!!!! 😭

Jawbone: Y'understand me?

Adaine: No!

Jawbone's monologue about panic attacks which is too much to unpack here and is basically a whole post in and of itself

Brennan: *mentions Tracker*

Ally/Kristen: Tracker!

Jawbone: I CAME HERE TO FUCK SHIT UP and help children

"Jawbone rules! I'm so glad we helped get his life together"

Introducing, Jawbone: Not a Healer, but a healer of the mind and the soul uwu

Adaine (but mostly Siobhan lol): I would love to do an arcana check... on this absolute fucking unit

Adaine just double flipping off an honest-to-goodness dragon

Kalvaxus: Aren't you supposed to be some kind of high-falutin' elf?

Adaine: I'm a child. You are attacking a bunch of children, you coward.

Fig: Be careful, Adaine; he has a taste for the young ones

Adaine: I have a mental illness and that's fine!

Kalvaxus: Alright, let's not turn this into a fucking PSA after-school special bullshit

Emily's big brain idea to seal Kalvaxus to be the next lunchlad and promote Gilear to be the new VP

Lou's sick-of-Brennan's-shit "Is it [Kalvaxus's] turn?"

Kalvaxus, an honest-to-goodness dragon and the Emperor of the Red Waste: Teens are so mean!

Kristen, mockingly: "Stop making fun of me!"

Adaine: Yeah well at least we're not ugly!

Adaine's happy bobbing!!!!! :DD

"This medicine is great! :D"

Gorgug's Nat 20 (!!!) to summon GORTHOLAX!!!!!

"IT'S TIME TO SHRED, BABY!!!"

Penelope, dying: All I wanted to be- was queen :'((

Kristen: We know!!

Beardsley trying to figure out how to flip someone the middle finger when they only have 4 digits

Riz/Murph, despondent that he can't roll anything higher than a ten. Everyone else: "You can!"

"Should've gotten silver fillings, bitch!!"

"Man, when I grow up, I wanna be a guidance counsellor!" - Adaine

Fabian's "a-HA!"

the strangest bit of improv when the tables are turned and Siobhan makes Brennan improv something coming out of her character's Jacket of Useful Things ("I open up my Jacket of Useful Things and I say 'I need something that will beat Kalvaxus' and I put my hand in a pocket and I pull out...?) only for Brennan to pull out the whole goddamn lore for the jacket XD

Ally: Can I roll for a nat 20 and then be alive?

Brennan's famous last words: Uh, sure, go for it.

Ally/Kristen: This is to the corn god. I know I left for a while but-

[Brennan.exe has stopped functioning]

Brennan: *flabbergasted and now rapidly figuring out how the fuck to figure this out*

Riz/Murph: Praise be to Helio!!!

Fabian/Lou: He-li-o! He-li-o!

BONUS EPISODE UNLOCKED, BABYYYYYY

[skyloftian-nutcase]

silver and i were discussing the ethics of physical restraint in medical situations and we were wondering what your opinion is?

obviously i'm super biased, i know that it can cause a lot of trauma and isn't very efficient anyway. i can reluctantly admit that it might be best if the patient is too out of it/violent/dying. in trust fall, legend's injuries aren't life-threatening, he's fighting back out of self defense, and he's very much aware of what's happening and already has major trauma from this happening before. so the medic would say that he was in the right, even though he wasn't.

but since you actually have to be on the other side, when/why do you decide that physical restraint is the best/only option?

Physical restraints are definitely a complicated issue, for sure. I was actually just dealing with this last night. In the specific context of Legend's situation, if I had a patient who was injured but not dying and who was actively trying to hurt me I'd just stay the hell away and let him bleed lol, I ain't getting myself beaten up over that. He'd probably get arrested for trying to hurt me, though, because if I were doing an EMS call and my patient got violent I would call PD, they're our guardian angels whether people like them or not. I usually try to de-escalate situations before they get to that point, but my and my partner's safety is higher priority than the patient's - that's how we're all taught. We can't help anybody if our patient knocks us out. If Legend had just said "I'm fine, please leave me alone" and sounded terrified the correct response would be to try to talk to him and when it became clear he wasn't going to let anyone touch him then maybe leave supplies with him, talk to someone who he trusts to take care of him, and leave. We can't force care on someone who's with it, they have a right to refuse.

But in general with restraints, it's... not something we try to go for as a first choice. Situations can be difficult - there's a huge difference between someone who's injured but with it and isn't dying vs someone who has a head injury and therefore is out of it, or someone who is suicidal and will hurt others who try to stop them, or someone who's high as a kite and frothing at the mouth going insane on drugs, or someone who's delirious from extreme illness and fatigue. Last night I had a patient with meningitis who was so freaking out of it, dude kept trying to pull out his IVs and he was receiving life saving treatment through them, kept trying to pull out his feeding tube and he'd starve to death without it, kept trying to get out of bed and he'd fall and hurt himself if he did so - not to mention he had a lumbar drain, which if that gets dislodged can lead to paralysis and death. So clearly he needed to be kept in line. However, he was also redirectable - he was confused as hell but he wasn't violent. If you told him he was safe, told him where he was, and said he needed to rest, he eventually settled. So while my provider offered to give me the option of using restraints on him, I declined - he had a sitter who could redirect him, and honestly I felt the restraints would agitate him more in his state. Another patient on the unit, however, was confused as hell and tried to lunge at a nurse to hurt her. He got restraints and a sedative, and he slept though the night just fine. Yet another patient in the ICU had hit multiple nurses multiple times before the providers finally let us put restraints on him - and that guy was with it, he was just being an ass. It's a nuanced thing. I think they're necessary but only in special circumstances.

[balbigalum]

Hi, if you’re okay with requests could you do anything for Helaena x Daemon’s child reader?

OKAY i was loving where this was going and then mid-way through it i realized i had messed up the timelines so for the sake of this little blurb you have to imagine that alicent is way older than Rhaenyra and that alicent's kids are closer to rhaenyra in age because i wrote this around rhaenyra and laenor's wedding lol

Your father's failed marriage to your mother had only produced one living heir: You. The sad union between Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce. You hardly knew your father, growing up in the Vale with your mother, as a child you had asked her about him. You knew how important the Targaryen name was, you had read about it in books with your septa and every once in a while a passing bard would sing a song about dragons for a coin. Yet, you didn't see your father often, he had never taken you riding on dragonback or gifted you a dragon egg. You didn't look like him and even as a child you couldn't help to wonder if that had to do with your father's cold treatment, truthfully you didn't feel like a Targaryen at all, it didn't feel right to wear the house colors or claim your blood from old valyria. So for the most part you didn't. You thought of yourself as a Royce rather than a Targaryen and you grew to be content with that.

Until your mother died. 

The day your mother died was grim and unforgiving, she had left early in the morning on a hunt only to fall from her horse and snap her neck. The thought of her neck breaking sent a shiver up your back. There had been tears at the funeral but also anger, you could sense your uncle's wrath, you worried but your septa assured you: "Grief makes horrible things out of men, child, you must be strong and face the Stranger bravely" and so you did, you stood by your mother's casket, forehead high and proud, even when people commented of your father's absence.

Your father didn't show up at the funeral, and he didn't either for six days, on the seventh day he landed his dragon at the gates of Runestones and called for you. Your heart fluttered with hope, you thought that maybe your mother's untimely end had made your father reconsider his behavior, finally caring about his only child, but you were wrong he was here to take you to King's Landing. 

"Father, I'm not sure that's the best idea… Moth-" You shook your head, you were not going to speak of your mother with him. "Runestone is restless, we need to stay here and deal with it… Why don't you come back here?" You asked him hopefully, it was true, with your mother's passing you and your uncle were left to set any dispute or arrangement between the lords and ladies from half the vale, having your father by your side was something you didn't know you needed until now. He shook his head. 

"Your uncle can deal with any thieving lord and hag of a lady just fine by himself, I need you in King's Landing with me… There is a wedding to be held, your cousin Rhaenyra is getting married and we're not turning down the invitation." He explained. You frowned, you had never seen your cousin Rhaenyra or her siblings in your life, you had been told the King met you when you were a baby but that was all of the contact you had ever had with your family. 

"Father, I don't think that's in the best interests-" He rolled his eyes and spoke before you could finish.  

"Of who? Your uncle? Because he can't get his hands on you and manipulate you to run Runestone on your behalf?" You were taken aback for his comment, your uncle was a good man and he was more than ready to prepare you to rule. 

"He would never-"

"But he would. Why do you think I stayed away from this place for so long?" He got closer to you, grabbing your hand in his. "You're my only child and I'm asking you to come with me to King's Landing, our true home… and not this shit hole of a place." He sounded mocking and hateful when he spoke of the Vale and it broke your heart, still he was your father and even if he was asking you didn't have much choice in the matter.

-

Your departure from the Vale was quick, your uncle tried talking Daemon out of it but he simply ignored him, before you left your uncle promised you he was going to do everything in his power for you to come back to Runestone unharmed. 

The dragonride was scary, Daemon didn't allow you much time to get acclimated to the beast before setting you on top of it. Caraxes was his name, he was red and bigger than anything you'd ever seen. The wind felt cold against your skin and your knuckles were white from how hard you were gripping its ropes. Your father only laughed, loud and from his chest. 

"You will learn to love dragons," He yelled for you to hear him. "You are a Targaryen after all" You felt nausea on your throat and had to use most of your focus on not getting sick on top of Caraxes, praying for the ride to go quicker. 

King's Landing was scary and big and full of people, nothing compared to the vale, it made you feel small like a little child holding onto Daemon's sleeve. The capital was packed with lords and ladies, coming from all parts of the Kingdom for the wedding. 

You found it odd when your father took you to a huge white house instead of the Red Keep, truly you didn't know much about the royal's lifestyle in King's Landing but you had assumed your father resided there, he left you under the care of a woman. She had black hair and an accent, her name was Mysaria and said to own the house. 

Mysaria's presence was cold and distant, yet he prepared you for the wedding, your father had to get you a dress and jewels that were according to the event, red and black, you frowned, you were used to wearing bronze. By the time you were done Mysaria commented on your beauty, she was a beautiful woman herself, but dread still held your throat closed, you didn't have it on you to please small courtesies from Ladies. You smiled, a plain smile that quickly dropped. 

-

The Red Keep was imposing and bigger than any other castle you had ever seen, the inner yards filled with lords and ladies. You gripped your father's arm as you felt everybody's eyes on you, you could see them whispering among each other, judging and pointing at you two. You looked up at Daemon trying to find and answer but he kept his gaze up and proud. The doors to the main hall opened and when the guards announced your presence the room seemed to freeze for a second. You wondered how welcomed you were at this place, you walked next to your father while he smiled, a bragging smile. You both made your way to the high table, standing in front of the King and Princess Rhaenyra. 

"Brother," Daemon announced. "This is my daughter, I thought it was time for the whole family to be reunited, what better chance to do so than Rhaenyra's wedding." He kept his eyes fixed on Rhaenyra, hypnotized by her. The king made a face and followed it with a polite smile. "I'm glad you're here, Daemon," He looked at you. "You have grown into a beautiful Lady, dear niece." King Viserys said. Rhaenyra made a small noise on the back of her throat that drew the attention back to her. 

"Um… I've heard about your Lady wife, uncle, I'm sorry to hear… If there is anything we can do–" 

"Oh yes, what a tragedy." Your father cut her and it made your blood boil, you saw Rhaenyra shift her eyes from him to you, mouthing a small "Sorry." in your direction, you nodded and found your sit, you didn't need to hear more of this conversation. 

You sat bitterly by yourself, watching your father flirt with half of the Ladies of the court, including your cousin Rhaenyra. Your food remained untouched on your plate, you wanted to go home, this was a mockery to your late mother and your own blood, you didn't belong here. 

At some point when dancing had begun you sneaked off from the hall, decided to explore the Red Keep by yourself, you walked among the long corridors angry and muttering to yourself when you heard some voices coming from around the corner. 

"Ew, Helaena put that down," It was a young man's voice, he sounded whiney and maybe drunk. "Helaena! I'm warning you… Keep that away from me." A small giggle followed it, it sounded like a young girl, Helaena probably. 

"It is not dangerous, Aegon, it has no poison." 

You rounded the corner to watch the scene, two silver haired royals were playing around, the girl was holding a dark green spider half the size of her palm while the young man acted disgusted trying to stay away from it, that erupted another giggle from Helaena, even if that wasn't his intention. Her giggles were contagious and you found yourself smiling at them.

"I will tell mother if–" The young man, Aegon, became aware of your presence. "...Yes?" He said, raising a silver colored eyebrow in your direction, suddenly you felt on the spot.

"Um… Hello," It was obvious this was your family, their valyrian features were a dead giveaway. "I came here with Prince Daemon… I'm– I'm his daughter." The sentence rolled in your tongue uncomfortably, you weren't used to speaking of your father let alone introduce yourself as his daughter, generally one look at you and your bronze armor was enough for people to know you were a Rhoyce but here you had to be reminded you were a Targaryen.  

"Daemon is here? I thought the king had vanished him all those years ago?" Aegon said with a scoff, taking a swing from his cup. Helaena was crouched down on the floor, her hands one over the other, holding the spider between them. The hall light was dimmed, illuminated only by small flames along the walls, the shadows made Helaena look like an angel, bright among them. Her hair was braided and her dress was a light color, everything about her reminded you of light. 

"Whatever," Aegon said at your lack of answer. "I'm going to find a creature with long legs for myself." He added, walking past you in the direction of the gathering. 

"It won't sting if you treat it kindly." Helaena commented under her breath and lifted herself, her hands in front of you presenting the spider to you. You were used to bugs, the vale had all sorts, but generally you would squeeze them under your boot instead of treating them like pets.

"I see." You said, your hands stiff against your sides, unsure of touching the green insect. 

"Here," She said, grabbing your hand quickly and letting the spider crawl onto your palm, you gasped. "See? Nothing to be scared of." Your mouth pressed into a line, unsure of what to do. Helaena's hand was still under yours and she was staring at you, waiting for a reaction. 

"I guess so." You said.

"You seem troubled." Helaena said, she was giving you a puzzling look. You opened your mouth to apologize, it wasn't the spider what was causing you trouble but she spoke before you could. 

"I just… I've never been to King's Landing." You offered as an explanation and she hummed softly. At her lack of response you found yourself filling in the blanks. "I mean, my father… I've never been close to him and now he shows up and takes me away from what I'm used to… I think I'm exhausted." 

"Is not the green but the red and black, isn't it?" She said, her fingers now on your palm, allowing the spider to crawl into hers. Red and black, was it so easy to tell? 

Helaena finally put the spider down, letting it crawl into the small cracks of the Red Keep.

"Back to her family." She said, "Her home." You found yourself staring at the small hole the spider had gone into and sighed. "I don't like big crowds, too many people, too loud." Halaena said and catched your attention. "Come," She offered you a hand. "My chambers are this way." You followed her without a question, a small urge to follow her anywhere bubbling under your skin, fascinated by the way her pearly silver hair waved behind her back, she reminded you of moonshine.

Since then your days were spent in the company of Helaena, she was a guiding hand for you in King's Landing, teaching you what you needed to know and sharing small secrets with you. Her bug collection and even her own fascination with dragons, every once in a while you two would sneak into the dragonpit, she would take you down the confusing rock corridors until you found her. Dreamfyre, Helaena's favorite, the sight of the beast would often make you tremble but Halaena was quick to comfort you. You knew she was to claim the dragon soon and she would often promise to take you on rides, assuring you she would take flight softly to not scare you, in exchange you convinced her you would teach her how to use a bow. 

You often thought about what your father had said and he was right, you would learn to love dragons.

[blitz0hno]

Why does knowing I have DID because ✨DID Problems✨ make said problems both less and more Terrifying.

Like I know what it is and how to cope. I'm getting really good at it in fact.

But also these are like. Problem problems. I dunno if we can counsel ourselves outta this one gang..

Blogging time! Cuz like yeah it's objectively weird but just another Sunday for us lmao

Like tell me why, when we headed back to work shortly after hanging out with a friend, "we" briefly couldn't even remember who we hung out with. Except now that I know what's going on, I realize when I'm not fronting. This other alter fronted by surprise, probably because we were deciding where to work tonight.

Like cool I know why I was so out of it but still Doing Things but the WHY there makes things. So incredibly complicated for me. And bro felt baaaaad like shit he didn't remember jack. Because duh the Guy Who Was Not There fronted only after the other human is Gone. Some alters just can't help but mask and it's not good for us so they don't front with others around, you know the basics lol

And why do we feel like a bad friend even though we remember them perfectly clearly now. We remember them, but we had to consciously communicate it... To someone else in our own head... Like a thought-game of telephone? And like u know what it's like to think u can feel your brain working, and mine's like "compartmentalize or else." Whoops! Having fun? Many people wanna share front? Gonna slice up the memories! Oh you're conscious of this process? Amnesia. Get shadow realmed bitch you're not about to come into contact with something you shouldn't be reminded of. DAMN being wired for Living is so cool actually but also mom pick me up I'm scared (picks myself up). We always remember after a moment or two, which is why we never used to suspect amnesia to begin with. I will never understand why latching onto guilt for every little thing seems to be hardwired into our being.

It's up and down really, and makes socializing tough even though we love interacting with our friends so much. And Idk we always have really good communication when we're happy (and high ngl) but sometimes if we're alone we connect a lot of dots and don't know what to do with them. Silly funny interesting things and not something legit keeping me too dissociated to drive lmaoooo good thing we're freelance

BUT because we stopped, we saw a raccoon skitter across the ground. I love raccoons, they're cute. We were just thinking about them earlier. Makes up for the Horrors I think.

Tryna make some more money before bed but my phone is crying "no signal" despite working on certain apps. Guess I'm being forced to chill for a second. We're doing just fine and hopefully have a whole new job soon. We saw a magazine at the store that had part of the title obscured and all that remained visible was "your mind works." I think I'll take that as a good sign because uh it sure does! We deal we deal.

Being myself is the best advice I ever actually followed but damn this is difficult.

So yeah internal communication is a fuck. But less so than it used to be.

[acourtofthought]

I'm so tired of the fact that FEYSANDS (!!!) want for Lucien to die or smth bad happens to him and never ends up with Elain... I mean I completely ignore E/riels for this bc its obvious why they want this to happen.

But Feysands who are mostly also Feyre stans would blame Lucien for the things that happened to her in Spring Court and that's it... they don't see what happened to him as well!! Like Feysand is my fav ship of all SJM couples but I still saw (and still see) Lucien and his situation, I don't want to get into details bc we've already been through it hundreds of times.

But if you can forgive Rhysand for his deeds why can't you forgive Lucien? Yes Rhysand had a reason for everything he did but also Lucien he's not the bad guy here lol he never was! They can put themselves in Rhysands place and listen to him telling his stroy from his point of view but they can't do that for Lucien. They don't even want to hear his story!!! And the little we know from his past everyone ignores it...

They're morally gray characters FFS you can't tell me you can forgive Rhys and can't do the same with Lucien wtf

For whatever reason I assumed that most of the Lucien hate stems from those who prefer E/riel rather than it being Feysands and Feysand alone (more like Feysands who also like E/riel).

But anyone accusing Lucien of this that or the other thing is a pot calling the kettle black situation. I love Rhys. I love Feyre. I even like Amren. Az is fine too even though he's an idiot right now when it comes to women. I did struggle a bit with Nesta because the constant disdain and verbal abuse were for selfish reasons. With Rhys's questionable actions, his reasons were multi layered. He did benefit from them, yes. But he was also trying to save their entire land and help Feyre. With Lucien it's more of the same. Of course every action (or inaction) had a note of self preservation, I'm guessing he didn't want to risk Tamlin's wrath considering he knows for a fact what Tamlin is capable of. But he also told Feyre that it was important to the land and it's people that they present a united front. That those people were struggling after being held captive for 50 years. He also realized Tamlin was struggling and not coping well. There were bigger things at play than one females depression (sad as that is it was the truth), and Lucien was never going to be able to do what was best for all the people who looked to him to do what needed done especially because of the conflicting interests. Back to Nesta, her vitriol and hatred were a protective mechanism for the hatred she had for herself and her father and as a result, Feyre (for doing what neither Nesta or her father would do) and while I do understand that, her reasons were pretty much 100% selfish and all about Nesta versus characters like Amren, Rhys, Lucien, etc. who, while having a small percentage of their own interests coming into play, often were looking out for the greater good and the bigger picture.

Lucien again... People are doing the reading equivalent of selective hearing if they can forgive every other character and move on from the mistakes they made but not Lucien.

The more responsibility someone has, the more difficult it is to do what's right for everyone and it's impossible to handle things in a way where it only really benefits one person when multiple people are looking for their needs to be met.

Sure, he could have done more for Feyre but.....would that really be fair if it meant Lucien himself would be physically assaulted? Would that be fair if it meant Lucien would be causing more distress for a High Lord who was going through his own PTSD while trying to help the land of Spring to recover after Amarantha? Would it be fair if by causing more issues for Tamlin, it meant the people of Spring would suffer? Whatever action Lucien took, he'd be bringing about struggles for someone. We're meant to empathize with Feyre because it's her story but when you stand back and actually look at what was important at that time, I have to say, it probably wasn't making the needs of a 19 year old who had only been in their world for a few months the priority over an entire court of people who had been tortured and forced to do unspeakable things for 50 years or even Tamlin struggling to get everything back up and running.

That doesn't mean I'm a Tamlin fan or anything or that his inability to control his temper was excusable, but I am saying the entire situation was impossible and the only reason Rhys was able to give Feyre what she needed is because Rhys's people were not rebuilding in quite the same way since he kept them hidden and he was her mate, therefore she was his priority.

And when ACOMAF ended, Feyre knew she had Lucien by the balls because she was using Elain as a pawn against him. She used Lucien in her revenge against Tamlin.

To me, that's actually a worse offense because again, Lucien struggled to help Feyre more because he was worried about the state of Spring, he wasn't purposely trying to hurt her. But Feyre actively chose to hurt him with her schemes.

Do I hate Feyre for it? No, I understand why things happened the way they did. But when people claim she was a better friend than he was I cringe because he never sought out to use her, he was actually worried for her throughout the series (even when he tried to "kidnap" her back to Spring, he legitimately thought Rhys had brainwashed her which is valid considering Rhys wanted people to believe those things about him, he was under the impression she was being tortured) though his hands were a bit tied.

[quietbluejay]

Ahriman Exile Reread 2

First, let's hear from Past Bluejay

thank you for your words of wisdom, past bluejay. Now, onwards with the reread Wait, I forgot to warn, spoilers up to Ahriman: Eternal, not a lot but I do reference a big twist as well as some characters' fates

part 2 time astraeos and his bros are arguing space marine style

yes truly the best way e_e ok so carmenta gave them all bionic eyes to replace the ones that got eaten carmenta continues to be the best "salvation demands loyalty"

because, as terrible as they can be you don't want to see what they will become without the oaths "oaths did not require trust, that was a truth the imperium had taught him" they all know this will end badly but the only other option is to let go of the thing they're clinging to and meanwhile ahriman is crashing after the combat/magic high and is feeling guilty okay straight up suicide ideation see what i mean, he needs to be transplanted into an entirely different universe and put in horse plinko there failing that, i still think a sun lamp and cat would help time for ahriman to spend time with tolbek's rubricae i'm sure this will help cheer him up

yeahhhh

ow that hurts

"they will never be my slaves" thats not gonna last long thidias and kadin (the other two space marines, astraeos' brothers) are still arguing choked voice im fine

;-; ok an aside but i do love the environment French sets up everything is set in an everlasting gloom, all there is is metal and wires (and human flesh) (and frost) it is an existence divorced from the light of the sun and the stars and anything natural Oh yeah so Maroth summoned a daemon into Cadars body (another one of astraeos brothers) Astraeos: I can save him…

Ahriman, having rubric flashbacks: hey that’s hell you’re walking into Time for Ahriman and Carmenta to have a chat about her mind linking with her ship and how dangerous it is Ahriman: I’m not gonna judge you tho I’m not that much of a hypocrite The whole conversation is great, I just don't have anything more to say about it than that!

and we're at trust again Carmenta wanting to trust ahriman time for ahriman to go into his mind palace the only place in this story world with light and natural things

time for ahriman to teach astraeos the deeper magical mysteries man warp juice really is a drug, it's not just ahriman astraeos has the same reaction ahriman: it's all my faullltttt

this, too, is overwhelming pride assuming you are the worst ever and responsible for everything, is just as much pride as assuming you are the best to believe that you are alone the architect of everything it's a terrible defence against the thought that maybe you couldn't have done anything at all ahriman is trapped in the "im the worst/im the best" cycle

it's a hard thing to accept because it means you didn't have the control you thought you did over the situation

gee i wonder what might be a theme like half the cast gets bad feelings abot this the entire psychic part of the cast do they stop? no lol Ahriman answer questions or draw 20 lol this book in a nutshell:

mysterious voice in ahriman's head: you don't need your sword

oh hey the oracle is an old friend used to be a comrade now is like 100 floating eyes ahriman: i have questions menkaura: everyone does ahriman, internally: phew, you know what, my life may suck but at least im not this guy

literally EVERYONE calls ahriman out

to be honest, it's why i was basically done with the series (before the third book even) because it was just the same thing over and over again the supporting cast was what kept me but like, essentially ahriman's character arc is done in book 1 this is what i mean when i say i don't think ahriman can be fixed, i think even if there was irrefutable proof that he'd been puppeted by tzeentch, he would just refuse to see it though he's not quite there yet at this point i think he could probably have been fixed in this book unfortunately this is wh40k and this is his negative character arc "ask yourself what you truly wish to know: the truth, or the lie that forgives you your choices?" man

okay, hear me out how to fix ahriman and save astraeos, carmenta, and astraeos' bros: warp storm causes them to time travel a lot further than intended i kind of want to throw them at a potential blorbo (next book i might be reading) but idk enough about him yet to see if he's actually valid, i have a few ideas for him (it's tax evasion pirate man, the meme the legend, the guy named after one of the best great lakes) okay I'm memeing here but astraeos thinks about ahriman's eyes in order to calm down because he's getting magic headaches man everyone thinks about ahriman's eyes so much

ahriman: so who is hunting me menkaura: lol the list of who isn't is shorter menkaura: so why didn't you let yourself die ahriman: i still allow myself to hope rare mental health W for ahriman unfortunately it's…. note from future bluejay: past bluejay did not finish this thought. I am consumed with curiosity

anyways time for ahriman to actually explain what's going on

so no one told you life was gonna be this wayyy lmaoo his method is to project his memories into their minds man will do literally anything to avoid explaining with his words

oh, ouch, the last thing Magnus said to him before banishing him was "You are the best of my sons, you always were" moment of silence after the memory ends where everyone is trying to mentally process this, ahriman smiles weakly man, he'd be so great in another setting, unfortunately he's here

hope disguised as arrogance ahriman you are KILLING ME with your lack of critical thinking skills and inability to apply lessons you previously learned wails and grabs hair repeated eye motifs specifically removing eyes ….i've connected the dots

groans oh no not again i am deeply tired of human fat burning owo kadin pov

in the end ahriman just jumps from one type of pride to another with no stops in between to learn humility but also i mean it's hard when there are forces (tzeentch) that are actively (tzeentch) poking him into this shape honestly, i am starting to get a bit fed up with him, though it's idw optimus but less rage inducing (because it's better writing lol) and i get that it's part of the point of the setting but there's only so much i can take of this cycle tbh i knew i'd hit this point eventually, it's just making it frustrating at times to read his POV mainly because I know what's coming lol ahriman and kadin think the same thing about astraeos

at least astraeos does get out of the cycle eventually oh boy horror movie time in the dark meanwhile, ahriman summons a daemon with astraeos' help daemon is fun takes the form of his dead brother and then goes through how he died

sassy

rip ahriman, got outplayed ah, tzeentchians so, Amon knew he was going to summon this daemon, so he summoned it first and put a binding on it so it would kill Ahriman when he summoned it thidias dies a hero so he won't become a villain ;-; Carmenta once again saves the day and everyone* *except Thidias and also arguably Kadin who got double possessed

interesting ahriman's experience with the dark mechanicum is that they tend to lose their emotions and humanity vs carmenta who is becoming more emotional the longer she mind melds with her ship more light motifs so, astraeos wants answer about why his brothers died, or worse than died ahriman: i made a mistake astraeos: just one? owo a hint astraeos' chapter gets special darkvision powers now which primarch could be their founder….. next up ahriman: let's steal ourselves a navigator

I return to Ahriman and hey it’s Iobel my beloved This is wild

And also setup for the astraeos thing

And now cut to Astraeos going “this is a bad idea” Note he and Ahriman are now wearing blue armour, this may be relevant if I ever do time travel fic

Really getting Star Wars vibes from this The -hahahaha - the rebel ship going dark and waiting for the imperials to board and investigate so they can retrieve/kidnap someone on board Ahriman has been way out of it enough for the inquisition to pop up and him to have no clue who they are Okay we know Astraeos eyes are green Didn’t expect that

Iobel!

Ahriman once again passes out And gets badly injured Not in that order If I had a nickel for every time Ahriman has passed out in a novel, I’d have…probably at least 50c? Time for time shenanigans

Man everyone gets poetic about ahriman's eyes. I like Silvanus (kidnapped navigator) well enough but I don't have super strong feelings about him.

Who are you and what did you do with Ahriman

...

Yeah. I want to strangle you a bit lol In the end it is his untempered virtues that note from future bluejay: I left this sentence unfinished WHERE WAS I GOING WITH IT??? Meanwhile Carmenta panics

Annnd that’s when she decides to betray Ahriman

Ahriman is Tired Also he’s a bird furry Classic tzeentchian Annnd Amon decides to reward Carmenta by killing her Rip

The repeated theme of either becoming monstrous or dying

Ayyy she’s alive RIP Silvanus for finding her this has not been his day his week, his month or even his year Also I misremembered! Ahriman was not in fact chained to the ceiling naked he gets to wear a tunic So, amon's plan is to kill all the remaining thousand sons with the rubric

To be continued...