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elfyourmother · 1 year
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Is there a chef at the Chateau or do the culinarians of the elfpile prefer to handle all the cooking? Do any of Gisele's lovers congregate in the kitchen when they visit the Chateau?
the chateau has a small army of servants in general, largely drawn from the staff of Houses of Fortemps and Haillenarte, and that includes a chef and full kitchen staff. but Gisele is lady of the house* and so supervises the menu when she’s in residence (but not always; the chef is very aware of everyone’s preferences and sensitivities and so Gisele quite often leaves it to her), and when entertaining. But there are times when everyone is home that they handle it themselves, either because they can’t be bothered with a big fussy meal or they just want to spend time cooking together. Aymeric still does his stress baking and whatnot.
*solely because Gisele outranks Ysayle owing to their respective official titles, but the latter will step in and assume the responsibility when the former can’t
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elveny · 1 year
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5. favorite form of potato?
Like this:
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Slightly salted with a tiny bit of oil from the oven, seasoned with rosemary. *chef's kiss*
Weirdly specific asks
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starrysnowdrop · 2 years
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Emet-Selch comes to all our brains in time :) :) :)
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That damn gremlin man… how dare he look so damn sexy and bring that tsundere energy that I can’t resist!! It’s so unfair!!! 😫
Thank you for the ask @allycryz!! 🥰💖
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omgkalyppso · 25 days
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writing patterns tag game
Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!
Tagged by @dustdeepsea . Thank you for thinking of me! How did you format your list so well? ghfdfghdfg Mine looks all squished
Upon The Hill (Wyll & Gale, Wyll & OC, bg3, one-shot, fluff, rated T) Wyll had spent the past week going through his father’s bookshelves.
A Hopeless Dove (Zevlor/Raphael, bg3, one-shot, adventure & romance, rated M) The cliffs in Rivington smelled of civilization.
Passion In A Glass House (Ferdinand/Sylvain/Lorenz, fe3h, one-shot, fluff, rated T) Aegir was beautiful in the summer.
Shared Ink And Interests (Ferdinand & Sylvain & Lorenz, fe3h, one-shot, modern au, fluff, rated T) Lorenz’s home was bright as it was full.
Hidden Talent Brawling (Constance & Hapi, Constance & Balthus, fe3h, one-shot, fluff, rated T) Constance saw magic in everything.
Bad At Biting (Astarion/Étoile (Tav), bg3, part 6 of series, vampire bites, rated M) Astarion sat up upon his bedroll, tracing bruises up and down his arms with fascinated fingers.
Stargazing (Astarion/Étoile (Tav), bg3, part 5 of series, fluff, rated M) Astarion had centuries of experience with well-meaning idiots and adventurers who believed they had done or could do some good in the world if only they were challenged, or recognized, or lucky.
Fragile As Stone (Rodrigue/Eugénie (rodwife oc), fe3h, part 2 of series, hurt/comfort, rated M) The glow of faith magic had long since faded from his hands, and yet still Rodrigue held Eugénie in the quiet of their bedroom.
The Blue Hour (Frederick/Stahl/Cordelia, fe:a, one-shot, fluff, rated T) Marriage had done little to keep Stahl from sleeping alone.
The Horror of Honor (Rodrigue & Glenn, fe3h, one-shot, poetry, grief/mourning, rated T) The honor of the north is blue as morning
I can never decide between American and British spelling. Oh well. Lots of little sentences as my openers...
I'll tag @the-eldritch-it-gay, @umbralstars, @sevarix-blogs, @recurringwriter, @lemonbronze, @razrogue, @lucius-the-sinful, @bladesandstars, @klkirbles, @ghostwise, @allycryz and YOU.
And while there's also some sentences of context in that last fic, The Horror of Honor, I'm going to post that whole poem again below the cut:
The honor of the north is blue as morning As fickle as the sea Spring comes, spring comes, spring comes And still the frozen earth won’t accept the seed
The horror of the north is blue as mourning As chilling as can be Harvest, harvest, harvest now And at the frozen hearth we’ll feed
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lilbittymonster · 10 months
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Some pictures from yesterday! Thank you again to everyone who came by 💜💜💜
(@disciple-of-frost @allycryz @yloiseconeillants @azure-dragonsinger @hermits-hovel @tallbluelady @yara-the-devourer @mythandral @whatsthisascianbullshit)
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FFxivWrite2022 Recap & Winners
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11,165 total entries were submitted in 2022!
This includes all entries that were submitted via the Google Form, including late entries (and excluding duplicate entries).
Which brings us to 42,721 total recorded entries since we began this challenge in 2017! 
And, we had 105 volunteer artists in 2022!! Which means that there are 105 prize-winners!
A breakdown of the stats + announcement of the Participation Prize winners are below the cut ~
Want to see all public entries? Here’s a link to the Master Spreadsheet. This omits entries that people requested to keep private between them and I.
Total Participation Year to Year:
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Prompt Participation by Year:
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NOTE: The big dips are Make-up / Extra Credit Days. Lots of folks choose to take a break over writing Extra Credit. Legit!
Prompt Breakdown by Week:
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Submissions by Day:
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NOTE: Day 7 was the day before the 24-hour deadline went into effect. Hence, the big ol’ spike.
Submissions by Platform:
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Participation Prize Winners
Winners were selected via a random raffle dice roll made by each of the artists and span all online writing platforms, including Tumblr, Ao3, Google Docs, and others (like Twitter). This writing challenge is not a contest - no one’s work was being judged for length, skill, etc. The prizes are based on participation only!
Prizes are a simple black & white portrait of the winner’s character. Most are shoulder up but the artists are free to take liberties if they’d like. Prizes are not commissioned work, so ultimately it’s the artist’s choice for what they’d like to do for the piece. Some artists (not all) accept commissions and might be open to colorizing a prize piece, after it’s been posted, at their normal rates.
All of 2022′s winners will be contacted directly by their volunteer artist. If you are a winner and your artist has been unable to contact you after 2 weeks of trying, you will forfeit your prize and another participant will be chosen to take your place, so make sure that your inboxes are open and keep an eye out for new discord friend requests.
As always, there are a few whose artists needed to drop out for personal reasons, and that’s ok! In those cases, the winners will be carried over into 2023′s pool of winners where another artist will pick up their prize and complete it.
If you are on the below winner's list, make sure that your inboxes are open & keep an eye out for discord friend requests!
*NOTE: Discord usernames have had the #numbers removed for privacy purposes. Winners are presented in alphabetical order by provided contact username.
_dawnforged
Adelle
Aerix
aetaliaffxiv
alisterj
alizesthira
allycryz
alymae
AmiFFXIV
ariesdraco
Arisa_Haneishi
asciangrandpa
Aster
AstrienLuna
Beanmom
Bexy
Bones
Brightside
brodiekins
buffnamazu
Captain SaveABro
carbecex
casualcatte
CelticFire_
cosycerise
cureblush
Dalantia
daneari_
Dark Commander
darkangel_mya
dirgeofgelmorra
Dis
Discord! Ajenjo
Djill
dragons-bones
Duskfire
e-dragoons
eliseofsoleanna
elizabethrobertajones
Entropy
escherstrange-ffxiv
evacybele
fantasy-so-far
farfromdaylight
GatchaHell
gererrin
Granny
grumpy-limsan-customs-cat
Haila
hanurel_ivars
Hashiru
Heaki
Hobi__14
Houserosaire
HyphenYaeger
Kai
kali_sazo
Kedare15
Khepri
kihtsae
Kyorgra
lemurescythes
Lethe_FFXIV
lilacknifecat
meepsthemiqo
meximango
MissEliza
Mitheithel
NatAshWrites
Newt
nonisland
noodlebeans
NovusPrime313
OkamiLuna
opheliaglorfindal
Oscar Mild (they/them)
PenguinZero
podima17
punishededen
rhalgr
Rhiann
Rivkah94
ruenis_
SanmickTiare
savvybunbunny
scrollsfromarebornrealm
sirdolraan
slowmoded
Soaringtalon
SPERM WHALE RAILGUN
Spikewerks
Sprite
superribbon
syrcusgardens
Tanwen
Tavard
TheStumpedOne
Usagi_Mitsu
vikkabby
Weezled
whispersafterdusk
xivsleepinglion
yokasaris
Youko
Zoe_Daxa
Congrats, winners! 
We’ll see you next September for FFxivWrite2023
Rules & Info || Prompt List || #FFxivWrite2022 || kofi
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pervasivescariness · 1 year
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FFxivWrite2022 Participation Prize
Another year of volunteering for the FFxivWrite, another portrait done! So excited to have the opportunity to draw such a beautiful elezen! Congrats to @allycryz ! The hugest of thanks to @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast for organizing and running this event every year!
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victhespookygoat · 24 days
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writing patterns tag game
Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!
tagged by @allycryz and tagging @tehjai, @ehonauta, @dragons-bones and anyone who wants to!
Azadi an Mirin (FFXIV, Raubahn/WoL) "In the days that followed the reconciliation of Flame General and Warrior of Light, the Mythril Eye - ever dedicated to keeping its readers abreast on matters of the highest importance - had reported on their rumored détente with breathless meticulousness." ----
Furlough (FFXIV, Raubahn/Wol) "Summer was just beginning to settle over Eorzea, bringing with it storms to Vylbrand, cicadas to the Twelveswood, and to Thanalan, an oppressive, relentless heat that sent all who had means and freedom to leave fleeing to summer homes in gentler climes." ----
Kara Sevde (FFXIV, Raubahn/WoL) “Is aught amiss, father?” ----
Stockholm (Ghost in the Shell - SAC, Motoko/Batou) "The drive home from Section 9 that night should have felt like the drive home on any other night." ----
Shelter (FFXIV, Raubahn/WoL) "The city was dark and the household quiet, the Fortemps and their other guests long since retired to their own quarters." ----
Hanyauku (FFXIV, Raubahn/WoL) "Raubahn awoke to a sound his sleep-addled mind could place only as that of a Roegadyn drunkenly hacking at his bedpost with a dull saw blade. Instinctively, he started, reaching for his greatsword, but was stayed as he quickly discovered that his arm was pinned under something heavy, warm, and wholly unexpected." ----
And Yet (FFXIV, Raubahn/WoL) "The Flame General hated these affairs." ----
The Puzzle (GITS, Ishikawa POV) "I first noticed her on a Wednesday night at my regular bar, and I know I wasn’t the only one." ----
Collection of Collectors (GITS-SAC, ficlet collection) "Ishikawa groaned as he lowered himself onto the shabby-looking couch in his apartment." ----
Fools (GITS-SAC, Motoko/Batou) "Blackness. Silence. Emptiness."
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kuroimarzipan · 2 years
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ok lemme just post these hours and hours after the event is done LMFAO thank u all for coming!!!!!!!!!! lemme see if i can find all yall to tag:
@tallbluelady @myrfing (sorry. roasted gourd) @elfyourmother @aurelia-polyps @dandelionofthanatos @allycryz @earthlydusk @crystalltower (IN MY TANK. EATING MY FISH.)
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abyssalmermaiden · 2 years
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House party! (and wallflowers)
featuring @tallbluelady, @elfyourmother, @allycryz, @kuroimarzipan, and others whose urls I don’t know so please tag them thank you ^^;
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elfyourmother · 1 year
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What do you think House Borel's emblem is?
I’ve always had the exact image of it in my head but ofc I can’t draw.
The escutcheon is azure, with a silver falcon bearing crossed spears in its talons. For all the talk of “Borel blue” in fandom I do not hold to that in my personal canon as Borel is a House Minor and thus the sumptuary laws do not apply. The azure shade in the house crest is not unique to it, and symbolizes loyalty and faith. The spears are because House Borel has a long tradition of service in the Temple Knights, particularly in the Knights Dragoon. Aymeric’s maternal great-grandmother was one until an injury ended her service. The falcon is a Halonic symbol in my hc, believed to be the Fury’s messengers.
If you’ve ever read “the falcon and spear device” in my fics, now you know.
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yloiseconeillants · 2 years
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lovely time at the land and hand party hosted by @allycryz
@tallbluelady @the-littlest-kojin @lilbittymonster @kuroimarzipan @originislanddlc
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itsmeowlee · 10 months
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went to a fun pride walk event~ thanks @allycryz for hosting it!!
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elveny · 2 years
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Fic Author Self Rec!
Rules: When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread self-love!
I was tagged a while ago already by @jacklyn-flynn - thank you so much!! ❤
Tagging forth to @curiousthimble @pikapeppa @kunstpause @greyias @allycryz @sinsbymanka @autumnslance - and as always, open to everyone who wants to share! 😊
I actually find this hard. With every fic I wrote, there's a reason and I do like to go back and reread my own stuff. That being said:
Dear Hades
T-rated, 1766 words, FFXIV
This came out exactly as I wanted it to. It's a stream of consciousness, a love letter, very emotive and picture-heavy. I'm still very fond of it, even if it's not a 'story' per se.
Precipice of Change
E-rated, 600k words (series in three parts), DA2
The series I wrote with Kunstpause about our DA2 Hawke twins and following the timeline and base plot of DA2. The writing gets better further down in the series, but I am just so proud of what we accomplished here - in terms of character writing and plot. We took DA2's story and made it ours, and it works.
Beneath Stars of Fire and Darkness
E-rated, 50k words, FFXIV
The story of my Warrior of Light, Adriene Hawke, and how she fell for Estinien. It has some of the most beautiful lines I've written so far - I am still beyond proud of my description of Coerthas in this one. The end lacks a bit, so I might rewrite that.
The Tales Behind The Legend
E-rated, 40k words, FFXIV
This was written over the course of one month to daily one-word prompts, thus the massively varying word count per chapter. But damn, I am proud of what it became! It still needs a massive overhaul to bring it back to my renewed canon, but the emotions, the twists and the smut got reeeally good. Lahabrea x WoL x Thancred and all its variations.
Spark of Hope
E-rated, 170k words (series in five parts), DAI
My first longstory and it's Solavellan with all its grief and heartbreak and deep emotions. I am still proud of the backstory I gave Lyssa and I love my Lavellan girl just so damned much. It's the story that made me find my writer's footing, so to speak, and I think I managed extremely well to adjust canon without breaking it.
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omgkalyppso · 8 days
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WIP Wednesday
I was tagged by @littleplasticrat. ヽ(✿゚▽゚)ノ Thank you!
I'm going to grab a bit from a bunch of ideas. Some of which I may have shared before, but I think it's fine. I have some new followers. 👋
I'll tag @recurringwriter, @razrogue, @ghostwise, @bladesandstars, @allycryz, @lucius-the-sinful, @sevarix-blogs, @bosspigeon, @bhaalbaaby, @tadpole-apocalypse, @the-eldritch-it-gay and YOU. And I encourage you to reshare old wip's regardless of progress if there's nothing new you want to share. <3
Different stuff from the swtor imperial agent oc x Vector Hyllus wip than I shared last time:
“Vector,” she beckoned, “what emotions do you see in my face?” And he blinked, opening his mouth to answer before she added, “What colors do you read in my aura?” He closed his mouth again, swallowing, taking more time to consider. Politely, he moved his hand from her thigh to the side of the bed, and saw instantly in her expression and aura that this was the wrong decision. Quickly, he moved to answer before making another mistake, “You appear … relaxed. Non-judgmental, as you have ever been in the privacy between us. Content and comfortable,” he shifted his legs up onto the bed, bending them beneath himself as he sat closer, “but contrasted by bright red and gold: love and joy. Soft pinks and purples,” he released her hand to slide his fingers up to her elbow again, risking more skin contact, more arm contact, “like a resting nebula. Gentle blue.” He wondered if he should describe her physically next. He rarely did. She never asked. The speckles of black on her lip were as alluring to him as the brightest fruits tempted the sweetest tongues, the jagged shapes of her markings were as lightning and veins of precious metals in the heart of a nest, the curve of her chin, the set of her brow — she was beautiful, and capable of falsehoods, and diplomacy, and destruction, and love. So much love. He lowered his gaze as he finished his answer to her question, “It leads us to conclude that you are happy with how things are, if slightly distracted by—” “By your worrying, Vector,” Cipher Nine chastised, and his gaze found hers again easily, a blush growing on his cheeks. She squeezed the high part of his forearm, pressing her thumb into the soft flesh at the inside of his elbow as she’d once learned to do an age ago, and their shared smile filled Vector’s chest with such aching relief. “I may not see all of it, as you do,” Cipher Nine allowed, “but that doesn’t mean your subtleties escape me.”
Concepts for Astarion's parents: Antoinelle and Rasileth (ray-sill-eth):
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Blocked dialogue between Étoile and Astarion for after my amended The Pale Elf climax where Astarion becomes a vampire, in place of either remaining a spawn or rising as the vampire ascendent. At his grave:
Étoile: Is the burial part of the transformation? Or did he just do that to you too? Astarion: No, it just … made me weak. Made me grateful to see him. To see anyone, I suppose. He may have thought it was funny, or maybe he just didn't have a discreet way to haul my corpse around at the time. Étoile: Who would have arranged for the tombstone? Did you have an estate? Was it Cazador, or someone you knew? Astarion: My … my parents. Étoile: Are they alive? Astarion: (as a warning) Étoile. Étoile: (imagining the disaster of encountering them without warning in the street) It's important. Astarion: They cannot see me. There's almost nothing left of the man I was. Certainly their son is long dead, buried here, while I stalked the streets like a ghost. Étoile: You can reinvent yourself. You can choose a new name and a new direction. And still I will cherish you, and your many incarnations. But you were stolen from them. If we survive this, I would like to meet them with you. To give yourself closure, if nothing else. Astarion: I have closure. They're as dead to me as much as I am to them. I'm here. I'm here! I survived. I won. They didn't even know I was missing. It would shame them to have even a fraction's worth of context for what I survived. And I… I don't want their pity, their grief. [a pause, hysterical] Their relief?! Should they have any, would only be burdensome. I can't carry it.
Possible scene concept for Upper City award ceremony involving Astarion's mother:
Astarion's Mother is a clerk / archivist in Baldur's Gate's Parliament, and they are there to receive some award / recognition / payment for their part in saving the city. And recognizing him, she reaches out to him in the crowded official venue where the Watch and important players are present -- she calls his name, she holds his arm; and his expression reveals in an instant he knows her, that this is his name, but his companions are scattered (because he doesn't actually (yet?) want to be recognized in high society while the future of the vampire spawn and himself are still contentious) and so he is free to deny her: she's mistaken. He uses some magic to make the lie take, but there are failsafes for this sort of thing in this kind of venue. [An important character (probably Florrick)] has charge of the guards, all pointed on him now, bringing more attention to the moment than it might've had otherwise. And it perhaps mirrors something he made a ruling on. Maybe he condemned a g/ur for improper use of magic on forbidden grounds against a family member, when the g/ur people insisted repeatedly that the law had no business over familial disputes. They were so often condemned by society, they did not mean to condemn one another. Let them sort out their own business, they pleaded, and he refused. In the "present" Étoile asks if there isn't a fine they can pay, and the important character says if Astarion releases the spell, then a fine can be discussed. His mother is glassy-eyed as the magic fades, but addresses him no more, and says to [the important figure] there should be no charges, and leaves.
Sharing two more wips more blocked dialogue (between Wyll and an oc (Zavorys)) and a few sentences as a sexual scene concept (between Étoile and Raphael) below the cut.
Years post-canon. Maybe seven, maybe more than ten. Wyll and Zavorys are married with three children (of which two are adopted):
After a long day, Wyll holds a book, staring into space instead of reading, while Zavorys half-sleeps at his side. They can hear him thinking. Zavorys: Wyll? Wyll: Yes, my sweet? Zavorys: You seem distracted, is everything alright? Wyll: I want to ask you something. Zavorys: Something serious? Wyll: Something important, but not serious. Zavorys: Then can it wait until the morning? I'm tired. Wyll: Yes, it can wait until morning.
Sunrises on the bedroom. Zavorys rises first, they make a mockery of his name and press a cold nose into his neck. He has some humor about it, and pulls them into tired kisses. Zavorys: Wyllace? Wyll: Mm. Mmm? Hm-hmm. Zavorys: You had something important you wanted to talk about? Wyll: I did, I— Do you want to eat first? Be with the children? Zavorys: We have some time. Whatever you prefer, it's your concern. Wyll: I love you. (more kisses) My beautiful, considerate wife. Zavorys: (more kisses) My handsome, deflecting husband. Wyll: (handsy) No one could blame me for my distraction when your lips are so soft, when your body is so lush, when my heart and yours dance with such passionate familiarity. Zavorys: (good-spirited warning) Wyll. Wyll: (a sigh as he drops his hands) I want to talk about our relationship. I want to talk about exclusivity. Zavorys: Go on. Wyll: I … love what we have. What we share. I don't want to upset your trust in me if this subject is too difficult. Zavorys: I can handle a conversation, Wyll. Wyll: In my early adventures as the Blade of Frontiers, you know that I took lovers. A sweet maiden's kiss, a gentleman's tryst, a lover under the stars. And some of them were sad partings, but most of them were not … and they didn't feel … like love, or even like possibility. From this, and the stories of my youth, and from my father's loneliness … I used to think that romance, for me, would only take one shape: a single partner, a traditional, dedicated, all-consuming love that could move the heavens in its purity and devotion. Zavorys: And now? Wyll: And now that I have that, you mean? Zavorys: Don't be smart. Wyll: (agreeing) And now. (sincere) I would either hesitate to call any love pure, or I would not hesitate to call all love pure. I've seen the ease with which Halsin's joy infects his partners, the work Étoile puts in to ensure their lovers feel appreciated, the care Shadowheart takes in maintaining boundaries, with her lovers, and her religion, and her children — and it doesn't look so different to the loves I've come to know, with you, with our family, or our friends. And so it emboldens me to ask, if you would want to — consider, at your own pace, in your own time — inviting Étoile and Astarion, to … being part of our relationship. They might be frustrated with me in this because of years ago, but they would be gentle with you, and I would be willing — and interested in putting in the work to see if this could agree with us, to find and feel love in this way. Zavorys: (gentle mockery) You're so delicate. Wyll: Hardly.
Zavorys: Has this been on your mind since we saw them necking Zevlor in that alleyway? Wyll: Since before, but … it didn't help. Zavorys: (more teasing) It did help. Wyll: Or yeah, it did. Zavorys: (considerate) With forewarning, I can't imagine myself feeling angry about you kissing another, but I don't know… What if they didn't want me? Would you still want to pursue them alone? Wyll: I think they'd reject us both rather than only one of us if it came to that, but … I don't know. I don't think I could be comfortable without you there at first, even if I had your support, but if we did take a lover or a partner, and then wanted to try individual relationships … No, I don't know. I don't know if I'd be secure enough for that. It would depend too much on the person or couple you chose. Zavorys: (a little sad, kneeling over his waist) That's about me again, Wyll. I asked about you. Not initially then, but eventually. Could you see yourself courting couples without me? (insistent) Because I could. I could see us working, as we always have — as we always will, even if your relationships took a different shape than mine. (considerate) You get this guilty set of your shoulders, this frown, when you worry … but there's nothing to worry about. It's okay. Wyll: (vulnerable) I love you. Zavorys: As I love you. (kisses) Invite them to dinner some day before a weekend, and give me at least three days warning. Wyll: There's five days until this coming weekend. Zavorys: There's no rush. I don't know how long it's been on your mind before asking me, but I know you rush yourself. When you're ready. When you want. Wyll: And you? Have you been wanting this without telling me? Zavorys: No, but— I love love, and we know Étoile and Astarion well. If they would want to take me to dinner and kiss you silly — there's a lot they'd do as just our friends, help with the children, with decisions about our lives — it might just be because they are both nosy as all get out, but I do need less thought for them than if you'd have suggested ... Lady Jannath. Wyll: (laughing) Not Lady Jannath. Zavorys: (laughing) Be kind, she's just a woman. Wyll: Sorry. (clearing his throat) You're right though. I understand what you're saying. Zavorys: Good. Now get dressed, we can still be on time for breakfast.
Whether modern setting or canon-setting-AU situation where Étoile and Raphael hate fuck. I just have these sentences on my phone to inject into a project whenever I have a whole scene or setting that suits:
“You'll have to blindfold me so I can cum, because just the sight of you—” Étoile slapped Raphael across the face to silence his insult, and Raphael made to laugh victoriously, but then their large, determined hand gripped around his throat, and Raphael couldn't even be bothered with a cursory display of offense, his lips twisting instantly into a bitten hiss that was half challenge and all relief.
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lilbittymonster · 10 months
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Shots from today's Pride walk!!! Thank you so much @allycryz for putting this together!
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