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mochinomnoms · 1 month

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Hellooo

Congrats on your 1K!!!🎉🎉🎉

I discovered you blog recently and I am HOOKED, your writing is so tasty and fluid that I just keep going ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

I Hope you dont get too tired with requests, take breaks and drink water!!!

Ok for the actual ask, may I have a dialogue 19 with Eyedress, and if it were suggestive it would be perfect

Preferably Ruggie💞 you can choose the other 2 (If you even want to)

ruggie bucchi x gn!reader [tags] — suggestive, tiny bit of hurt but not really [wc} - 1, 025 prompt 19 “I try to find a reason to pull us apart"” song: Kiss Me Like It’s the First Time (Eyedress, “Let's Skip to the Wedding”) note - Ruggie canonically calls you a puppy. take that with what you will. francesca (1k event)

“Kiss me like it's the last time/ You'll fall in love / I always want your love”

Ruggie knows that compared to everyone else on campus, he was the bottom of the barrel. He wasn’t a prince, an heir to a fortune, or even from a well-off family. Sure, his Grandma was a wonderful lady, maybe a bit strict growing up, but besides her and their home, Ruggie didn’t have much to offer. Maybe if you weren’t in such a bad spot, if you had a good family here, if you hadn’t been plucked from your world with nothing but the clothes on your back, he’d be happy to call you his own.

But he can’t. How can he when you have people willing to drop thousands of thaumarks on you like it’s nothing. Literally! He was listening to Kalim run his mouth as he talked about renovating Ramshackle to your preference.

“Oh! And we can get you quartz countertops! What kind of colors do you like, I can have it made to your favorite aesthetic! Ooh, what if we replaced all the appliances to match it? The kitchen back home has a gas stove built into the countertop, we can replace—”

“Uh, I’d need gas for that though, right?” You laughed, splayed across Ruggie as you two lay in your bed. Kalim was on video call with you, having gone back home for the weekend for some sort of event. You’d been complaining about one of your kitchen cabinets breaking and letting your few plates tumble out. Thank the Seven that they were plastic dishes.

Kalim being, well, Kalim, immediately went into a tangent about adding in a gas line to your dorm and adding this and that. Everyone was acutely aware that Kalim, as generous and kind as he was, was especially sweet on you. There were even some rumors that he had a crush on you, something that made Ruggie feel ill.

You just laughed off Kalim as he continued to whine about fixing up the dorm. You ended the call as you cheerfully told Kailm goodnight.

“Do whatever you want Kalim, I won’t complain about free renovations! Good night, say bye Rugs.”

“Hmm? Oh, bye Kalim.” Ruggie gave Kalim a small smile and wave, who returned it with a beaming grin.

After a few more words between you and Kalim, you finally ended the video call, tossing your phone to the night stand, and moving to straddle Ruggie’s hips.

“What’s wrong?”

Ruggie blinked up at you in confusion. “What?”

“What’s wrong? Your ears are flat, they only go flat when you’re upset.” Ruggie whimpered as you leaned down to flutter kisses down his throat, shuddering as you pressed your teeth against his Adam's apple.

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong? You jealous?”

“Mmh, no I’m just—aaaAAAaaaAhH!” Ruggie yelped as you dug your teeth into the nape of his neck, suckling until you were satisfied with the bruising red mark forming on his skin.

“Geez, give a guy a warning, won’t ya?” Ruggie let out a breathless chuckle, his chest rumbling as he purred from each kiss you pressed up your neck as you hovered over his lips. “You’re nothing but trouble, Puppy.”

“And yet, you love this trouble, don’t you?” The sound of your kissing, mixed with gasps and sighs from both of you echoed in the room.

“Now tell me,” Ruggie tried following your lips as you pulled away, but you kept him pinned to the bed. By now, you’d managed to throw his shirt across the room and traced your nails down Ruggie’s chest. “Why are you upset? Was it Kalim’s call? You know, he just likes to say hi sometimes.”

Ruggie pinned his ears flatter against his head, huffing as he looked to the side, though be traced his hands up and down your arms.

“Nothin’, it’s just that Kalim sure likes to spoil ya. You know?”

You hummed, waiting for him to keep going.

“I’m just saying, he’s really sweet on you. Maybe you should consider taking advantage and marrying the guy!” Ruggie laughed, though it sounded forced.

He stopped as you clicked your tongue, leaning back down to bite at his cheek.

“Hey! You know your teeth aren’t really sharp enough for that.” Ruggie chuckled as you stopped and pouted, looking up at him as you batted your eyelashes.

“Hmph, it’s like you just wanna get rid of me.”

“That’s not what I meant—”

“That’s what it sounds like!” You argued, huffing into his neck as you pushed yourself against his chest and neck, like you were trying to mold yourself to him. “You always do this. If I didn’t want to be with you, I would’ve left already…”

Ruggie sighed, rubbing the skin between your shirt and bottoms with his thumbs. “I know, I know. I just think that you oughta take advantage. Kalim’s not the only one, and you’re all by yourself here! Get yourself a rich boyfriend, and you’re set for life!”

You suddenly grabbed the back of his head, pulling at his hair to make Ruggie expose his neck again. He whimpered at the rough touch, though his tail was wagging rapidly against the sheets.

“And why would I do that?” His hand slid under your shirt and up your spine. He gently scratched your back as you shuddered into his touch. “When I have such a lovely boyfriend?”

Lips molded against each other, teeth clashed, and hips rolled as Ruggie, once again, failed to push you away. Instead, as he slipped your shirt off and moved to give you your own love bites and hickeys, Ruggie moved to bring your bodies closer together. Ruggie let himself lose himself in you once again, and would continue to do so. Again and again, until he found another half-hearted excuse.

But for now?

You pulled away again, breathless and flushed. “I just want to spoil my hardworking hyena, won’t you let your Puppy do that?” The down right heady tone in your voice, in that low, soft whine, made him hot in all the right places. Ruggie nodded, giving you the okay to wreck him.

For now, he’ll indulge, shamelessly, in you. As long as you’ll continue to have him.

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frost-queen · 6 months

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The moment I knew // part 6 (Reader!Bridgerton x Tewkesbury)

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Summary: What does one do when their heart is broken? Well your sister thinks making them jealous does the trick. Jealousy starts to crawl under Tewkesbury's skin hoping he hasn't lost you forever to another. What will his next move be and how will Enola play a part in this? [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3& part 4 & part 5 & part 7 part 8 & part 9 ]

Slowly your eyes opened hazily from the sun creaking through the curtains. Your eyes felt exhausted and dried out. Having cried out every tear you possessed. Shifting a bit in the bed with your leg, your knee bumped against another part of a body. Lifting your head off the pillow, you had almost forgotten that you had gotten in Francesca’s bed. The haziness of last night slowly dripping back into your mind with clearness. Benedict and you arriving home earlier than expected.

Hyacinth and Gregory were still awake playing cards as it wasn’t their bedtime yet. The moment they saw you, they got excited. Asking you questions about Tewkesbury and the dance as it made you cry even more. Benedict had to usher them away, sending them immediately to bed with their maids. He helped you up the stairs as you felt too weak to set foot. Half-way the stairs opened the door once more.

Francesca and Colin entering. Francesca ran up the stairs to you as you tore yourself away from Benedict opening your arms to her. She bumped into you, wrapping her arms tightly around you. Benedict and Colin sharing a saddened nod. Not wanting to sleep alone, you slept in Francesca’s room.

Francesca hummed loudly in her sleep turning her head in her pillow. – “Are you awake sister?” – she mumbled hardly understandable. – “No go back to sleep.” – you told her laying your head back down to stare at the ceiling. – “Liar.” – Francesca muttered with her eyes still closed. Your eyes flinched when Francesca’s hand fell on your face. Her fingers touching her way around your face. When a finger neared your mouth, you opened it to lick it.

Francesca groaned wiping her finger on your cheek as you chuckled loudly. The blanket shifted when Francesca pulled her upper body up, opening her eyes. – “Ha! So you are awake.” – she said. – “Only because you poked my face.” – you remarked back with a sly smile. Francesca poked your cheek to tease you once more. Unintentional a silence fell in between. Francesca looked down at the blanket, plucking a bit at it. – “How… how are you feeling?” – she asked batting her eyes up. You took a deep breath, pulling your knees up to your chest.

Resting your chin on your knees you rather not talked about it. Your answer was clear from your reaction. Francesca was at a loss of words, not knowing what to say more. She came sitting up as well, pulling one knee up to her chest. – “She wasn’t even that pretty.” – she spoke plucking at the blanket to keep herself occupied. – “She was in his eyes…” – you answered overcome with a sudden sadness.

Guilt nestled within your sister pulling her other knee up to her chest as well. – “I’m sorry…” – she said. – “I only meant…” – she went on wanting to apologize properly. – “I know.” – you answered. Francesca grabbed her pillow from behind her. You quirked your eyebrow questionable up when she started to strangle the pillow. Twisting it double with a clenched expression. Then she tossed the pillow at the wall, panting loud. You wanted to ask if she was okay but could tell she clearly was not.

Francesca startled you when she jumped onto her knees. – “We’ll show him what a fool he has been!” – she declared. She took your hands pulling you up with her. Both standing up on the matrass. Francesca started to jump the bed with you. – “We’ll be like Tewkesbury don’t you know what a fool you are. He’ll regret dancing with that simple girl and beg for your mercy.” – She called out of breath bouncing with you.

You started to laugh. – “Oh please miss Bridgerton take me back. I have been a blind fool.” – Francesca started to act out making you laugh even louder. The door swung open as Francesca and you grabbed for each other, screaming loud. Anthony sighed loud seeing the two of you clutched together out of fright. – “Out of bed. Come on, playtime is over.” – he ordered you.

Francesca and you got out of the bed standing still before it. – “Fran!” – Anthony pointed at the pillow on the ground. She nodded heading over to pick it up. While she was gone moved Anthony closer to you. – “I am glad you are feeling somewhat better sister.” – he whispered. Then he took his leave, leaving the two of you to get prepared.

Tewkesbury sighed loud, picking at his food with a fork. One hand resting against his chin. His grandmother happily feeding her dog a few bites of her breakfast. – “What is with the sour face my boy?” – she asked without looking up. Tewkesbury let his fork clatter onto his plate upon seeing the dog lick her fingers. His appetite suddenly gone. – “Nothing.” – he mumbled. – “Then sit up straight!” – she called out tapping her fork against his arm.

Tewkesbury lowered his arm, straightening his posture to her pleasing. – “You didn’t dance much last night.” – his grandmother began ripping a piece of her bread apart. – “Just once with that girl. Had no proper corset on.” – she couldn’t help but throw in as an insult. – “Enola.” – Tewkesbury answered. – “Yes that one.” – she replied munching on her bread. – “What was her last name again?” – she wanted to know.

The dog on her lap trying to steal a bite from some bread on her plate. Tewkesbury looked at the furball with some disgust. – “Holmes.” – he answered plainly not keeping his eyes off the dog. The dog was licking her plate trying to get closer to something to eat. Tewkesbury shuddered looking away as he felt more disgusted by the second.

His grandmother hummed loud with slight mockery. Tewkesbury sighed soft pushing his chair back. – “Where are you going?” – she asked loudly. – “Away.” – he answered going round the table. – “You haven’t finished your breakfast.” – she pointed out with her knife. – “I’m not hungry.” – Tewkesbury called out to her before stepping out.

His grandmother puffed loud. – “Not hungry…but we are, aren’t we darling.” – she picked up the dog to look at it. The dog barked once as she started kissing his fur. Tewkesbury went up the stairs, stopping halfway. Closing his eyes, it pained him to be haunted by the look in your eyes.

The moment his eyes fell upon you as he was dancing with Enola tore his heart right out of his chest. In that moment he knew he had made a mistake. Not sure why he danced with her. Was it because she asked? Still he could’ve denied her, but somehow he didn’t. – “Why? Why? Why?” – he asked himself patting his hands against his forehead to put some sense in himself.

Feeling as if he couldn’t breathe, he rushed back down the stairs. Making his way outside to catch some air. The house felt like suffocating him. Tightening the tie around his neck. Outside panted Tewkesbury loud to catch his breath. He caught his hand slightly trembling, making him grab for it. – “Are you alright?” – Tewkesbury jumped back hearing the sudden voice. There she was. Chestnut hair and a plain blue dress with mud stains at the hem of her dress.

“Miss Enola!” – Tewkesbury breathed out. Enola tilted her head to the side furrowing her brows. – “Are you feeling unwell? You’re brewing up a sweat Tewkesbury.” – she said. – “Don’t… don’t call me that Miss Enola. We aren’t last year anymore.” – Tewkesbury let her know. – “Sorry.” – Enola replied finding him stiff. – “My lord.” – she overexaggerated with a bow.

He sighed loud slightly shaking his head. – “How’s your grandmother’s dog?” – she wanted to know falling in step with him. – “Annoying as ever.” – he replied looking away from her. Enola hopped a bit, keeping her hands behind her back. – “You were rather quickly gone from last nights ball.” – She pointed out. He ignored her questioning not wanting to be reminded of it. – “Was it because I stepped on your toe?” – she spoke questioning idle. When she wasn’t getting an answer she started to press on with a dangerous remark.

“Who’s Y/n?” – she asked. Tewkesbury came to a sudden stop at the mention of your name. He turned firmly towards her. – “Don’t push it miss Enola!” – he told her with a glare. Enola puffed loud when Tewkesbury had gone off. Despite clearly getting under his skin, she followed him anyways. It wasn’t like she had many other people to be around. Tewkesbury sensed her presence, letting her tag-along just a step behind.

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“Are you certain about this? We can sit this one out if you like?” – Colin asked holding both your shoulders. – “I am certain.” – you replied. – “No one would hold it against you if you don’t go. There will be other balls.” – Benedict intervened. – “I am certain brothers, I am going.” – you told them. – “Y/n can’t sit out the entire season.” – Anthony called out with a pressuring glare at his brothers. – “Besides I won’t let the boy get a chance near her.” – he added.

Francesca came over to him elbowing him hard in the rib. – “Leave that up to Y/n if you please!” – she shot him a glare if he ever tried to intervene. – “I am simply looking out for you.” – he said dutiful with a small bow, looking your way. – “I am aware of that brother, but I must decide this for myself.” – you answered.

“Now shall we?” – Francesca cut through locking her arm with yours. The two of you went for the door as Benedict gestured for his brothers to follow. Anthony cleared his throat before going after you. Colin exhaled loud not wanting to think of any outcomes for tonight’s ball.

A warmth greeted you like an old friend, embracing you tightly. Benedict escorted you inside, Anthony and Francesca right before you. Inside let Francesca go of Anthony, pulling you away from Benedict. – “Sisters stay close!” – Anthony called out. He hurried after the two of you. Colin and Benedict going to fetch a drink. Francesca leading you closer to the side-line watching the dancers. – “You must dance tonight Y/n.” – she insisted upon giving you a nudge in your side.

Athony exhaled relieved when he reached the two of you. – “Please don’t run off.” – he begged. Francesca and you looked around. The room was full of eligible men. Each unique in their own way yet none of them were Tewkesbury. Sighing soft it bothered you how much it ached at you. How much you still wanted to bath in his presence. Feel his hands go up your spine. To stare yourself lost in his eyes. To fill your ears with his words and breath him in.

There was no denying the yearning inside your heart. You must have been staring at someone as Francesca nudged you hard. It made you blink yourself awake, seeing the young boy make his way over. You had seen him several times before your debut. Even talked to him once or twice as his older brother was acquainted with Colin.

“Miss Y/n.” – he said taking a bow. You curtsied back to him. – “May I have this dance?” – he asked offering you his hand. – “Now hold on.” – Anthony began as Francesca came blocking his way. She took your hand laying it into his palm. – “She accepts.” – she spoke on your behalf. With a little nudge from her, were you send off to the dancers. – “Fran!” – Anthony called out scolding her for neglecting his duties of scouting for a proper suitor for you. Francesca only rolled her eyes at him.

You and the boy went to the dancers to take your place when from the corner of your eye you saw a familiar figure push a way through. – “Miss Y/n!” – Tewkesbury called out pulling you to a stop. – “I…I want to dance with you.” – he breathed out. The boy you were with came closer to him. – “You must await your turn.” – he told him. Tewkesbury’s eyes could spit fire at the boy. You placed your hand in the boy’s hand, already half turning away from him till you went back. – “Oh before I forget.” – you said searching in your pocket.

Taking Tewkesbury’s hand you faced it palm up. – “Perhaps a squirrel would have better fortune with it than me.” – you spoke placing the acorn in his palm. Tewkesbury stared with wide eyes at the acorn you left in his hand. You took your position on the dancefloor as Tewksbury got pushed aside to make room.

The acorn felt warm in his hand, yet his heart had a cold shiver. Y/n, Y/n, don’t you go. His heart chanted. His eyes went up yearning to see you. Yearning to get lost in their beauty. He saw you on the dancefloor hop with the boy as he held you. Coming to a stop to twirl under his arm. Then grabbing him again to hop the other way with him. It was an upbeat dance full of fun and quirky dance steps. One he loved to have danced with you.

Y/n, Y/n, my heart and soul don’t you go. He could only think off. Seeing the smile on your face made the ground underneath his feet fall apart. Feeling himself fall down a rabbit hole. Turning madder by the moment. Y/n, Y/n, don’t you know I am yours? How much he regretting accepting to dance with Enola back then. How true his heart could connect with yours in that moment.

How you must have felt the same upon seeing him with Enola. Feeling a rage come up, he wanted to stab the boy. Watch him squirm and bleed. Oh how much he would enjoy that. A hand on his shoulder made him flinch, snapped out of his murderous thoughts. Looking to his right, he saw it was Enola. – “Do you want to dance?” – She asked. – “No!” – he answered rudely.

Her gaze went to the dancefloor seeing you dance with someone else. – “She looks like she is having fun.” – Enola answered. – “Enola shut it!” – Tewkesbury snapped at her. – “I was just…” – she started as he cut her off. – “No you weren’t! Just because you saved my grandmothers retched dog when it’s leash snapped doesn’t mean I owe you anything!” - he snapped at her.

“Because of you I have mostly possible lost the only one I cared for. Because of you she is dancing with another when she was supposed to dance with me!” – he gestured firmly at himself. – “Now it is all coming down.” – he moved his hands desperately through his hair. Enola looked behind him to you once more. – “I didn’t know.” – she softly said feeling a bit guilty. – “Just stay away from me.” – he outed brushing past her. Enola lowered her head.

Tewkesbury forced a way through the crowd, seeing your brothers afar. He barely gave them a glance, wanting to get out. Ushering himself out of the estate. Outside he got in his carriage riding back home. Alone with his thoughts he could think about how he wanted his reunion with you to have a different outcome. He should’ve ran up to you at the first ball. Asking for a million dances with you and letting no one near your side.

Be stuck on you, never to be parted. Instead a show of kindness to someone else who saved his grandmother’s dog once, made his entire world crash down. Eyes watering he hoped for a change. A change that he could still call you yours. Perhaps he hadn’t been clear before, but it was now with the love he had for you. It was grander then he ever expected it could be.

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mimsynims · 6 months

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Fool For Love

part 3

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part 1, part 2

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Author’s Note: First of all, thank you for the lovely comments! 🥰 Second, I’m writing this as I go, so while I’ll try to post every other day, it might come a point when I’m not done on time. Just so you know if it suddenly takes longer for the next part to be posted.

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Astarion x reader/Tav

Tags: (mild?) angst, pining, pining while fucking, jealousy, eventual happy ending

Summary: You thought you knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesn’t have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only… now you do. And you’re not handling it very well.

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It’s almost sundown when you and the others are back at the camp again. It’s been a good day, all in all. You were able to stock up on potions and scrolls, and Karlach sweet-talked her way into a good deal on a handaxe. Not that you were there to watch it happen — Halsin’s favour had you talking to both the new leader of the Druids, Francesca, and Rath, the latter engaging you in a longer conversation than originally planned. Not that you minded, Rath is a good conversationalist. And quite handsome.

Yes, you did notice, but you kept it polite, not at all in the mood for flirting. Not when your thoughts continuously drifted back to a certain vampire that declined tagging along at the last minute.

It’s embarrassing to admit, but your eyes roam Halsin’s tent when you search him out to relay the information you gathered today. It’s probably a coincidence that Astarion decided to remain, but you can’t help but look for signs of someone sharing Halsin’s bed.

If Halsin sees you snooping, he doesn’t confront you about it, and you feel silly when you leave him to find the others. Who he sleeps with is none of your business, and you tell yourself that this is enough. Either you get over yourself, or you let Astarion go.

Which is easier said than done.

“Hey Karlach, let me see that axe of yours.” The rest of your party is gathered around the fire, preparing tonight’s meal. “From what I hear, I should bring you every time I need to haggle down the price for something.”

“Look at this beauty!” Karlach happily shows you her new weapon. “I’m going to polish it tomorrow, really bring out the shine it deserves.”

“How come you weren’t there, Tav?” Astarion sounds nonchalant, like he couldn’t care less but decides to ask anyway.

“I believe Tav had more important things to do.” Trust Lae’zel to come to your rescue.

“Halsin wanted some updates from the Grove,” you add.

“Mhmm, but surely that’s not the only reason why you talked for so long with Rath, Tav?” Shadowheart teases. “It seemed like you two really hit it off.”

“Yeah, he’s cute, Tav. Go for it!”

You want to look at Astarion, but you force yourself to turn your attention to Karlach instead, making sure to sound as casual as possible. “He’s nice, but…” You already have someone. “Perhaps you should go for him, Karlach, if you find him cute?”

“Nah, I have my eyes on someone else.”

It’s adorable, the way she lights up, and you wish you could hug her. “Hmmm, might this be a blacksmith we all know?”

“Tav!”

“This is secret to none, Karlach,” Lae’zel says. “Even a blind fool couldn’t help but notice the way you swooned when he helped you in the Grove.”

“I didn’t swoon!”

“There was definitely some swooning happening,” Shadowheart chimes in. “We all saw it.”

“Aaaanyway…! This was about Tav, not me.”

Dammit. You should’ve left for your tent when you had the chance. “No, no, I think we should talk more about you and Dammon.”

“Come on, Tav.”

“Yes, Tav, tell us all about your conversation with Rath.”

For a moment you somehow forgot that Astarion is there, too. “There’s nothing to tell. He’s just nice and easy to talk to.”

“Hmm, you’re not very convincing, Tav.”

With a groan, you turn to the wizard. “Not you too, Gale.” For someone so hung up on his ex, he sure looks jealous over the fact that you might be interested in someone else. “I know you all probably only mean well, but if you don’t drop this right now…”

You expect either Astarion or Lae’zel to make some kind of comment, but none of your companions say a peep. There’s an awkward silence for a few tension-filled moments and you wonder if you sounded too harsh. They only want your best, after all.

Thankfully, Shadowheart steps in, clearing her throat. “I think our food is ready.”

Once you sit down to eat, you watch them all as they talk and laugh. It feels like usual again, and you’re reminded how lucky you are to have come across such amazing people in this extraordinary situation life put you in.

Your gaze rests a little bit longer on your lover. He’s always beautiful, but it’s entrancing the way the flickering flames seem to caress his cheekbones, the arch of his nose. His smile. He’s laughing at something Lae’zel just said, and going by the look on her face, it wasn’t meant to be funny.

It’s quite the motley crew you’re leading — and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You freeze when you suddenly find yourself locking eyes with Astarion. He isn’t supposed to catch you staring, and you quickly look away even though you know it’s too late. You wait a few minutes, and when you glance in his direction again, he’s talking to Gale.

Why must it be so difficult? Are you making it more difficult than it needs to be? You want to be with him and only him, so why not just ask it of him? If he says no, you’ll at least know instead of always wondering. And if he says yes, maybe he’ll grow to love you back.

Once again, you wish you had someone to talk to — and after today you think you can confide in Karlach — but it feels good to have come to a decision. Hopefully you can get him alone after dinner, because you would prefer to have it done before the stargazing Gale has planned.

You allow yourself to imagine the two of you lying next to each other in the grass, holding hands, smiling. Or his arm around you, holding you near.

You refuse to think about the other option, even though it’s the far more likely outcome.

For now, you’re going to pretend that everything’s going to be alright.

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oscarisaacasimov · 10 months

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Hozier’s “personal” songs on Unreal Unearth

A story in three parts, in his words Francesca (Lust)

I’m using the poem as a device to distance myself from it, but if I’m being honest it did start from a personal place. I wrote that for somebody, before I brought it forward to a producer. But the poem offers it a second layer. It lives this other life, it’s not just a secret message that I wrote from myself to somebody else…Ultimately when other people hear it, you let go of exclusive ownership, let the song be who’s ever it is, when other people celebrate it and enjoy it. But in the early part of its life, that song had an audience of two.

Unknown (Betrayal)

What’s fun about it, it’s in the 9th circle of hell, the circle of treachery. It’s a song about being let down by someone you really trusted, the feeling of being betrayed. Dante depicts Satan not as the king of hell but the primary prisoner. In the very lowest part, the fallen angel, he’s the furthest from God’s light, he’s frozen up to his waist in ice. This enormous being who’s weeping, he’s trying to get away from the ice, but the more he beats his wings, it creates this horrible wind that freezes him in place more and more. He’s just frozen there, crying, chewing on Judas. (laughs) it’s so messed up! There’s imagery in the song, having parts of your heart stuck in someone’s teeth, and the frozen angel.

All Things End (Heresy)

I never gave myself permission to write a breakup song before. When you’re in a relationship, it’s such a part of you, but you’re discussing that it has to end, at first seems like something heretical. Because it’s something you believe in, something you have faith in, something that you love. Approaching the idea that it must disintegrate can feel like a heretical thing.

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#hozier #andrew please #unreal unearth #all things end #dante's inferno #francesca #unknown / nth #i am deceased #this is not okay #Youtube

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I’m slowly working on a piece of paper about changes in Wyll’s character between early access and game release, but I don’t really know when I’m going to finish it, in the process I’m more and more fascinated by potential story of Wyll’s parentage and their own story. Although mostly this is purely headcanon, but may I suggest the following:

There are few things we learn about Wyll’s mother during the game.

After stumbling upon Arabella in Shadow-Cursed Lands, a following dialogue may happen: “You've talked about your father, but not your mother. Why's that?” “Because there's nothing to tell. She died when I was born. As a boy, my bond with father was too deep to miss the mother I never had. Now, well - I'd be lying if I said I'd never thought about my mother. What life would've been like if she'd lived.”

During romance scene in Act 3, Wyll says: “My mother always said the Wilden Oak's acorns held just a touch of wishing magic.”

There are two weapons, belonging to Ulder Ravengard, which describe some details about Wyll’s parents - Duke Ravengard's Longsword (can be found on Ravengard himself) and Ravengard's Scourger (can be found at High Security Vault 5 in The Counting House): Longsword: “Cradling his newborn son awkwardly, the Duke's face pulled into a rictus of misery. His love Francesca smiled at him, briefly, and died. He stared at her until the boy cried, and he told the boy it would be all right, though he himself did not believe it.” Scourger: “Duke Ravengard's father was the sort of man who works with his hands, and communicates in grunts. In his heart his son vowed to do better. But when Wyll was born, Ravengard felt a strange gravity that drew him away from his son.”

To sum up, what we learn in-game is that Wyll’s mother was named Francesca, she died giving birth to Wyll, Ulder loved her and their son, and tried his best to raise Wyll well.

Ulder’s parenting style deserve its own piece, but I think its obvious that he cares for Wyll deeply, though often failed to show it, acted to strictly, to righteously. Ultimately, it fall down on Ulder character, the “Murder in Baldur’s Gate” describes him as following: “Blaze (Major) Ulder Ravengard is the incarnation of militarism. The only beauty he appreciates is precision, and the only quality he values is utility. He believes that personal ornamentation other than military insignia is a waste. A meticulous man, he forgets nothing and forgives less. Ravengard has never married and has no interest in domestic matters. Someone might consider him handsome, if not for his constant scowl and many scars.

Blaze Ravengard is Marshal Abdel Adrian’s right hand man. He is both the second Highest ranking officer in the flaming fist and the warden of Wyrm’s rock. Ravengard’s soliders do not love him. They do respect his leadership, however, and pay for it with their obedience, which is exactly how Ravengard prefers things.

Naturally stolid and terse, Ravengard is slow to speak and make decisions in any arena expect the battlefield. Once he decides on a course of action, Ravengard is relentless in it’s pursuit. He believes the Flaming Fist is the Gate’s backbone and the key to the city’s strength.

With the Death of Marshal Abdel Adrian Ravengard has risen to the Rank of Marshal of the Flaming Fists.”

What’s interesting, its noted that Ulder Ravengard was never married, and the longsword description calls Francesca Ulder’s love, not bride or wife. This more then likely mean that Wyll was born out of wedlock, as Wyll is about 16-17 during the death of Abdel Adrian.

When talking with Counseller Florrick, when Wyll is reveled to be Ravengard’s son, he says “The circumstance of my birth is no matter of pride for neither me nor my father.” This may refer to Wyll’s birth leading to his mother’s death or the fact that Wyll’s technically was born a bastard. In the latter case, Wyll’s mom might as well have been a worker at Sharess' Caress, with whom Ulder could have had a one night stand, but its specifically stated that Francesca was loved by Ulder, and of what I read about the Grabd Duke he seems to be the man who would marry her out of duty and responsibility of getting her pregnant. So there should be another reason behind it.

There’s this banter between Shadowheart and romanced-Wyll:

“Someone of your social stature, Wyll, are they typically allowed to pursue their heart whims as they like?” “I don't have to ask for permission if that's what you mean.” “Really? I'm surprised, I thought dowries, alliances and old blue blood feuds might have to be balanced against your desires.” “I'm my own man, Shadowheart, in this sense at least.”

Wyll’s a hopeless romantic, who wishes for a happily ever after with her one true love, and Ulder apparently never minded the potential social status, despite him and Wyll being a high-ranking member of society.

Of course, Ulder’s marital status and Wyll existing can be explained by the fact that Wyll being Grad Duke Ulder Ravengard’s son was a part of the character rewrite. It was datamined before that originally was supposed to be a great-grandson of Duke Eltan, the founder of the Flaming Fist and a Grand Duke of the city of Baldur's Gate in the 1300s DR. And the bits of this storyline are still presented in the game: Fist Art Cullagh with his original writ of duty, signed by Eltan himself, pre-final part of Wyll quest taking place in the Iron Throne, where Eltan nearly assassinated.

Currently, House Eltan, the descendants of Duke Eltan, is one of the noble patriar families. The Forgotten Realms wiki states that: “The family held partial financial ownership of the Flaming Fist mercenary company. At one point however, they were forced to sell their interest to help pay significant debts they had incurred.”. Which I believe corelates with what EA!Wyll spoke of his father (the man saw any shining bauble he liked and took it, and my hand were ever so stinky or smt along those line).

So, what if Wyll is still Elatn’s great-grandson through hid mother? What if somewhere along 1460s DR Francesca Eltan, a granddaughter of a once Grand Duke of the city and a member of patriar family, met Ulder Ravengard, a son of a poor blacksmith and a mercenary of The Flaming Fist, steadily ascending through its ranks? What if Franceesca taught the stern and disciplined Ulder to dance, read to him her favorite stories and poems under the Wilden Oak, made him on other things then duty and order? What is if their time together resulted in Francesca getting pregnant with Wyll? What her family did not approve of the union due to Ulder being merely a mercenary, who hailed from the Lower City, or they wished to marry her off to someone who could aid with the family’s financial problems? What if Francesca ran away, hoping that the birth of a grandchild could convince her family to attend their wedding afterwards? What if Wyll’s love of dancing and dreaming came from the mother he never knew?

#baldur's gate 3 #bg 3 #wyll ravengard #ulder ravengard #bg3 wyll #wyll bg3 #wyll #in my mind ea!Wyll and gr!Wyll are the same person #just one was take in by the Eltans #and another was raised by his father #I just wish the game provided more contents for Wyll #and Ulder for that matter #there is so much more the could’ve done #gods

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The Classics of Fan Studies: Karen Hellekson and Kristina Busse - Fan Fiction and Fan Communities in the Age of the Internet

Today, I’m going to talk about a book that I always recommend to people who want to discover fan studies: Fan Fiction and Fan Communities in the Age of the Internet which is a collection of essays around fandoms edited by Karen Hellekson and Kristina Busse. One of them about fanfiction as theatrical performance was even written by our very own Francesca Coppa!

Each essay in this book can help us understand more about the inner workings of fan communities at a time when LiveJournal was at the height of its popularity and people gathered to talk about Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and the early seasons of Supernatural. As someone who has always been interested in the reasons why fans turn to specific pairings, I particularly enjoy Elizabeth Woledge’s Intimatopia. It deals with the importance of homosocial relationships (social bonds between same-sex people) as a basis for slash stories. Using the example of Kirk/Spock, she explains that fans tend to focus on pairings that come from “a media source that already emphasizes homosocial bonds through the depiction of the loyalty between two men who live and work in a more or less homosocial community” (97).

If you’re interested in fan studies in general, I also recommend reading the introduction which gives a great overview of fandom at the time as well as the evolution of the discipline with a description of what came before and how the direction it was taking at the time. Busse and Hellekson also make some great points about the advantages of studying fandom when you are a fan yourself.

Have you come across this book before? If so don’t hesitate to share your thoughts in the comments!

#fan studies classics #fanhackers #kristina busse #karen hellekson #fan fiction #fandom #poster: maggie

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My Favorite Quotes from the “Bride of ReAnimator” Commentary (Not Included in the “Gay” Compilation):

Herbert: “Go. Home.”

Bruce: “Oh yeah, lot waiting for me there. How ‘bout that front room? Pet the dog! Find the finger eye puppet. Have some leftover spaghetti!”

Jeffrey: (about the Bride) “So she’s Meg. She’s Gloria-“

Bruce: “She’s the virgin-hooker with the twinkle toes.”

(Herbert and Francesca are barricading the lab door.)

Bruce: “Why is she helping you?”

Jeffrey: “Because she knows there are creatures out there (laughs) puking Cream of Wheat!”

Herbert: “You’re better off without her.”

Bruce: “Thanks for the advice, Dear Abby!”

(Herbert is talking about the feet of the ballet dancer.)

Bruce: “Y’know, Herbert’s parents made him take ballet for five years…”

(Over the course of the film commentary, they make several jokes about how Chapham is always seen with food.)

Herbert: (at Chapham) “What are you doing in here?”

Bruce: “Eating!”

(EDITED POST TO ADD MORE QUOTES/FIX ERRORS IN FIRST BATCH UPON REWATCH)

(Dan gets stabbed in Peru.)

Jeffrey: “Your kidney’s been lacerated, but you’ll be alright!”

Bruce: (sees his own name in the credits) “Who’s that?”

Bruce: “How did they get down there (Peru)?”

Jeffrey: (dryly) “By a plane, Bruce.”

Jeffrey: (singing to credits music) “Oh MEEEEG, my loooove, where did you goooo my deaaaar?”

(Movie cuts from Peru to Miskatonic.)

Bruce: “Oh yeah, like those two would be let back in the States!”

Bruce: “(Bride) is the ‘Frankenstein’ of the series. If the second is ‘Frankenstein,’ what’s the first?”

Jeffrey: “…Re-Animator.”

Bruce: “What is with my HAIR?”

Jeffrey: “Well, that was your choice!”

Dan: “Herbert, I have something to tell you.”

Bruce: “I’ve found a new hairdresser.”

Dr. Graves: “Who’d want to steal body parts?”

Jeffrey: “Ohhhhh, I think we knoooow.”

(Herbert is stealing Meg’s heart.)

Bruce: “Like Dan wouldn’t have enshrined that already.”

Herbert: (at Hill’s head in the morgue) “How did you get in here?”

Jeffrey: (mumbling) “…I hate this scene.”

(They both laugh at the puns anyway.)

Jeffrey: “Nice wheels, Dan.”

Bruce: “You bet. All in eight months. Got through customs. Now I’m driving a Dodge Swinger.”

Bruce: “I can’t get over my BeeGees haircut.”

Jeffrey: “Barry Gibb lives!”

(Later in the movie.)

Jeffrey: (singing) “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Stayin’ alive! Stayin’ alive!”

Bruce: “Of course this house has a basement.”

Jeffrey: “It was one of our requirements.”

Bruce: “One of your requirements.”

Jeffrey: “Well…”

Herbert: “Security.”

Dan: “From what?”

Herbert: …

Jeffrey: “From what?!”

Bruce: “Do I merit an answer?!”

(Herbert is showing Dan the reagent.)

Jeffrey: “DRINK IT! DRINK IT!”

Bruce: “Y’know, Herbert has this nasty habit of shoving things in Dan’s face. Iguanas, reagent, amniotic fluid-“

Jeffrey: “Dead cats.”

Dan: “I’m moving out!”

Jeffrey: “Why?”

Bruce: “Because, I like this heart patient in the hospital MUCH more than you!”

Jeffrey: (laughs) “What, you gonna move in with HER?”

Bruce: “No one will ever get rich overestimating Dan’s bad taste.”

(Herbert is trying to convince Dan to reanimate Chapham, next to the boiling pot.)

Bruce: “Sure…why not?”

Jeffrey: “Lemme have some tea first!”

(Cuts from the basement to Francesca, in Dan’s bed.)

Francesca: “Daniel?”

Bruce: “Why am I down there? WHY? What am I thinking about?”

Jeffrey: “You needed to get another prophylactic from the lab.”

Dan: “Herbert!”

Bruce: “I’d like to have a nickel for every time I’ve said ‘Herbert’ in these two movies.”

Dan: “It helps me to think of you as Meg.”

Bruce: “Betcha that makes her feel good. No wonder she dies!”

(Gloria flatlines.)

Jeffrey: “And that made her die.”

(Herbert and Dan are reanimating the Bride.)

Bruce: “Don’t try this at home.”

(Herbert puts on the gun holster.)

Bruce: “Wild, wild West. Herbie, get your gun.”

Herbert: “There is my creation!”

Jeffrey: “So put THAT in your pipe and smoke it!”

Bruce: (singing Rick Springfield) “I wish I was Herbie’s girl!”

(The Bride is trying to seduce Dan.)

Bruce: “Oh boy. I certainly wasn’t paid enough for this.”

Bride: (to Dan) “You made me?”

Herbert: “I made you!”

Jeffrey: “Yeah! Get that straight, babe!”

Dan: “You’re not Meg. Meg’s dead.”

Bruce: (flatly) “Wow. What a revelation. How edifying.”

Herbert: “Make a note of it, Dan! Tissue rejection!”

Bruce: “You write it down, ya little squirt! I’m tired of taking your notes!”

Dan: “You’re alive.”

(Falls to his knees.)

Jeffrey: “And I worship you!”

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