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I was sad so I finished Sylly's Act 2 instead of editing my dissertation. Here's how things are going for him.

Everybody in Last Light died and Isobel was captured. (Since Apology got the good outcome last playthrough, I had no interest in trying that hard especially since Sylly is Durge.)

Sylly got his Slayer ability/form which looks horrible. and I'm so excited for him to use it in front of his friends.

Sylly is officially romancing Lae'zel (after sleeping with Lae'zel and kissing Shadowheart. Shadowheart didn't seem to care that much lol).

Lae'zel rejected her Queen! Shadowheart rejected her Goddess! And Sylly was very "follow your heart" about it (which I think is why he was successful whereas do-gooder Apology did more harm than good here). Interested to see what everyone else does.

I already mentioned that Isobel is dead, but :( I'm not ready to see Dame Aylin without her sweetheart in camp!

Astarion leveled up slightly before the fight with Ketheric and got to use Supreme Sneak to free Dame Aylin before combat started, it was great and I recommend it.

Shadowheart was disarmed. and now her Spear of Night is fused with a githyanki corpse and there's no way to get it. Whoopsy.

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having hotblooded erotic fantasies of breaking ava's 900 year dogmatic loyalty to the agency

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You should at least whisper the thought about the ex UB member into my ear thank you 🙏

i am whispering thoughts about x member being closest to n and wondering how close the early friendships of ub were

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Hi-fiveing after sex because you were both so awesome.

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*summoning fanfic authors*

Glen your are amazing thank you ❤️

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Schitts Creek 2.09: “Moira's Nudes"

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“What you fear most may come to pass, vampire.”

A | N | F | M

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“Cecilia was only nineteen when my emotions cost them everything. When those emotions cost me everything.

I can’t let that happen again.”

A | N | F | M

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MISS CONGENIALITY (2000) dir. Donald Petrie

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In my head I combine like three different seaside towns that I love whenever I write Wayhaven fics

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EMJOTA STUDIO Corset (click to enlarge) if you want to support this blog consider donating to: ko-fi.com/fashionrunways

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karlach x durge comic 💜❤️

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At some point the detective is either going to have a heart attack or the caffeine they run on will stop working for them and I like the thought of UB coming home to find them just. Conked out at the kitchen table with their hand still wrapped around a coffee mug. They only stop when it starts to make them tired and they have to switch to something else instead, like soda—still not good, but as bad as the caffeine they were living on before. Baby steps

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I always think about how N would want a big family

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For the micro stories, total control or comfort food please :) -wayhavenots

36. total control 41. comfort food

Milton's good intentions are nearly foiled by the foxhound skirting his ankles. The dog bolts past him in a frenzied bid to leap atop Natalie's bed and her brother teeters, stumbles, then rights himself, blinking. The wooden tray he blessedly doesn't drop is holding her favorite foods of comfort; beef roast and pudding, buttered bread and cider. He looks to her and says blithely, "Not to worry, I have total control. Oh, down Leto, you brute."

Natalie marks her book and weakly maneuvers herself by the elbows into an upright position, accepting the canine licks to her face with fond laughter and generous scratches behind the ears. The runt of one of her father’s hunting litters, Leto had refused to latch to his mother and was slated to die by the kennel masters. That had been two winters ago, before Natalie had taken the pup in to rear with equal parts compassion and determination for him to not only live, but prosper.

"He's not a brute," she says, not for the first time, her voice rasping with the illness that clings to her. "And he's perfectly welcome here. Or anywhere he pleases."

"He'll ruin your precious book, and the linens to boot," Milton chides in good humor, eyeing the huge quantity of novels that near entomb her on the bed. "Don't feel sorry for him Nattie, he's only here for the roast."

"He's here for me - he knows I'm ailing, don't you dear one?" She clicks her mouth and purses her lips and makes sweet, affectionate sounds at the hound panting over her. Leto wags his tail with her attention and Milton chuckles - a warm, resonant noise - then hoists the dog gently from her lap to set the tray in place. The mattress dips as he settles beside her.

"I'm here for you. I intercepted the cook so I could be the one to bring you this. Aren't you glad for my company? It's better than dusty old Othello's, to be sure."

Natalie smooths an apologetic hand over the leather bound cover, and then reaches to pat the crook of Milton's arm in deference. "While Othello has been a fine companion, nothing could ever take the place of you, rabbit. You know that."

He smiles at her with slight exasperation, blue eyes shining like sapphirine brooches. "And glad I am for it. Now, where were we last? You were telling me how the scheming duke had just whisked the pair of them off to Cyprus..."