#i'm not dead apparently

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Hiii!

I love your writing, especially Mirror, Mirror! Are you still taking request? I‘ve been thinking about Ascended Astarion and female Tav/Reader attending a ball for the politicians and nobles of Baldur’s Gate, getting all dressed up and socializing, dancing and Astarion flirting with her all night long. Astarion obviously wouldn’t waste a chance to be alone with Tav/Reader, takes her on a romantic stroll in the gardens and has his wicked way with her somewhere in a dark corner 👀

I can not make Ascnedant Astarion not dark I am SORRY but I can't help myself. The intro to this is sad bad, but honestly it gets pretty fun later down the line. Gotta set up that Stockholm syndrome. You gots it here.

Tw: Murder, Violence, not much but it is there, graphic smut, 18+ sweet dark fluff. I do consider this Stockholm on your end. Very inspired by the in-game quote of locking you away for a decade. Also, never write shit only in tumblr post editor, I lost half of this right before I was going to post last and it almost killed me

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Astarion was.... aware that you'd been having a hard time as of late. If anyone could empathize with the complications of being a vampire spawn, it was certainly him. Even though his circumstance were obviously much, much worse than yours ever could be.

He was no Cazador. Astarion was different, he loved you. He knew what was best for you. All that needed to happen now was for you to accept it.

And in your defense, you were trying. It had taken a long time for you to finally come to terms with the full extent of power he had over you as his spawn. He would always know where you were through sensation alone. Always ready and willing to drag you back home if need be. He could compel you to his side at any moment, though he did have a bad habit of going out to find you during your little tantrums. It seemed to work better to put you in your place, especially since he had very little self-control when it came to who you associated with. Many a possible friend had died at his hand, in front of your eyes. A waste, really, one that wouldn't be necessary if you would just listen.

But the demonstrations had been useful. Slowly but surely you were learning that the option of secrets between the two of you had died the second he sunk his fangs into your wrist. He had personally put an official stop to all of your extracurricular activities. The things you used to do in your spare time were silly and dangerous, always going out of your way to help the undeserving. But now he had the control to stop you, to sequester you at the estate where you were safe.

You had nowhere to be besides his side and you were finally starting to understand that. Things were so much easier when you gave in and listened, happier and more fun.

Lately, it had almost felt like another honeymoon phase, with your sudden predilection for extreme loyalty. It helped that he could still see into your mind through the new connection, fully aware that your love remained real and pure, if not a bit melancholic. It was silly really, the guilt you felt towards him for letting him ascend. Never mind the thousands he sacrificed, you were too concerned with how power had chanced him.

It was cute. Stupid, but cute. Because obviously it had changed him for the better. How else would he be where he was now? With his hands already in nearly every major part of Baldur's Gate's governance? He had made wide, sweeping moves to gain control in the past year, banking on your dual hero status to deflect from his more... unsavory attributes. But it was working, and in a few years time this city would belong to him. Then the two of you would be on to the next major conquest. A future that you were just now coming to terms with.

And Astarion wanted to reward you for that acceptance. He had been a bit paranoid of late, paranoid enough to not let you out of the house for a solid fortnight. But for good reason. The last of the Gur had come out of the woodwork recently, looking for revenge for their children and fallen comrades. With a specific interest in you. It had made sense, in a way. You were his greatest weakness after all. So of course he had to take it upon himself to personally hunt the last of them down to tear them limb from limb.

But now they were officially gone, and he was finally feeling comfortable with letting you out into the world again. Just not out of his sight. And tonight was the perfect opportunity. He had a mandatory soirée to attend, populated by neighboring nobles and a few powerful foreigners. One that would be so much more entertaining with you willingly by his side. Or forced, if need be. Depending on if you decided to be in one of your moods, though they were a rarity nowadays.

But no, you turned out to be too excited at the prospect of leaving the house to even attempt being a brat. Astarion watched you with a smile as you appeared at the top of the staircase, dressed to the nines. He whistled as he watched you descend, beyond pleased with how you looked. He met you at the bottom of the landing, easily wrapping an arm around your waist before setting a quick kiss to your temple, "You look beautiful pet. Absolutely stunning."

You truly did. A navy satin gown that matched your skin tone perfectly, fitted with delicate straps and a low bodice. Perhaps the slit in the leg was a little high, revealing too much of your perfect thigh for the rest of the world. But you looked too good for him to complain.

You really were so gorgeous, could he be blamed for wanting to dress you up?

You rolled your eyes, but Astarion didn't miss the tiny smile dancing on your lips, "You're the one who picked it out."

"And you wear it perfectly," Astarion praised, already leading you out the door. He kept you close to his side during the short journey, his eyes darting around your surroundings every few moments. His paranoia had been quelled, but it hadn't completely died out. But he had already made the decision that he was going to be on his best behavior tonight, and that included not indulging in his protective nature. You deserved nothing less.

But that didn't stop Astarion from taking some mental notes on those who stared at you too brazenly when you arrived. Part of him couldn't blame them, not when he could understand your thrall better than any one else. But the other, more fun part of himself was too busy imagining ripping them apart for the audacious, lustful stares.

But he didn't drag the two of you out for strictly fun, a fact that he was quickly reminded of when you were approached by the main host, "Lord Ancunín! I'm so pleased that you could make it."

Astarion vaguely remembered who he was, though he was much more interested in his friends than the man himself. The man turned his attention toward you, brow raised, "And who is this beautiful creature?"

Astarion could feel his brow twitch at the insolence. How dare he not know who you were? The Hero of Baldur's Gate, his consort, the love of his life, how could someone of his breeding be so ignorant? You had to many titles to choose from for introductions, so Astarion decided on the most important, "This is the future Lady Ancunín, my fiancé."

He could feel you tense at his side, staring up at him with wide eyes like what he said was surprising. Which was odd. He had been extremely clear about his intentions since the day he ascended, marriage was the obvious next step for the two of you.

"Well it's lovely to meet you," The noble said with a smile, his attention going straight back to Astarion, "Now if you'll excuse us, I have a few matters to discuss with your future husband."

Astarion was startlingly close to hurting this man. What on earth made him feel as though he had the right to dismiss you? He tightened the arm he had around your waist, sneering at him, "There is nothing that you can say that she won't eventually know. Don't waste our time."

Then he proceeded to do just that, wasting Astarion's time with useless information and worthless attempts at allyships. It seemed to be an unfortunate trend as the night progressed, just reinforcing how utterly useless the gentry could really be. Not to mention their constant passive dismissal of you. He really was going to need to start letting you out more often, though he had to wonder if they were even worthy of your presence. He would have been a bit more forceful regarding his own displeasure at their arrogance if you weren’t so distracting.

It was hard to hold onto his own indignation when you seemed so content. You were leaning into him the whole night, smiling softly through all of his inane conversations. Never failing to be adorably pleased at your introduction. It made Astarion want to fawn over you, alternating between whispering sweet nothings in your ear and sweeping you onto the dance floor. All of your pleased laughs and giggles music to his ears.

He kept you close all evening, never allowing you to wander past his sight. His arm stayed firmly around your waist, never quite shaken off after your first waltz together. But you didn't seem to mind. If anything you were glowing under the attention, happy in a way he hadn't seen for a long time. Too long. Beautiful enough for him to have the overly romantic thought that he never wanted the night to end.

Even after he had done his rounds, engaged with all whom he had planned on, he wasn't quite ready to leave. They had all been dreadfully dull, but at least a few conversations would prove useful in the future at the very least.

He started to steer you towards the back garden doors, whispering in your ear, "Take a walk with me?"

You followed him easily, happy to leave the bustle of the ballroom and step into the coolness of the night. You both started walking, hand and hand in a comfortable silence. It was a pretty enough garden, hedges and ivy lining the walkways, a white slightly weathered gazebo placed in the center.

"You know," You said eventually, as the two of you went up the gazebo steps. You leaned against the railing, looking at him with a coy smile, "I don't recall you ever proposing."

Astarion barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes as he crowded around you. It was an unnecessary question, considering how you would have no choice in the matter. But he was playing nice tonight. Astarion grinned at you, bracing his hands on the railing to cage you in his arms, "If you want a proposal, I'm more than happy to oblige."

"I do," You were playing with the lapel of his jacket, looking up at him through your lashes, "Sooner than later if you don't mind."

"Your wish is my command," Astarion murmured, shameless as he started to kiss along the line of your throat, "I'm proud of you pet. You've been an angel all night."

"You haven't given me much to complain about," You said with a small laugh, your breath hitching when his fangs scraped against your delicate skin, hard enough to make pinpricks of blood bubble to the surface.

"You know..." Astarion started, pulling back to look you in the eye. His voice gentle but serious, "It could always be like this. If you let it."

"I... I know," You admitted, biting on your lower lip as you struggled for the words, "I-I want that. I want you. Even if... it's like this."

Astarion would take offense at the subtle dig if it was anyone else. But with you? He was just happy that you were finally coming around, at long last willing to accept the fate he'd set for you.

"You have it," Astarion promised, tilting your chin up to press a light kiss to your lips, "For as long as I breathe my love, you're mine. And I'm yours-"

You kissed him before he could finish, wrapping your arms around his neck, forceful in a way that he had desperately missed. But you were pulling back too soon, your mouth swollen and your lipstick slightly smeared, smiling at him like the precious thing you were.

How could he resist?

"I think you deserve a reward for tonight my pet," Astarion said, leaning in to softly kiss along your jaw, "For being such a sweetheart."

His hands were wandering, already moving to pluck at the delicate straps of your dress, slowly teasing them to drop down your shoulders.

You made no moves to stop him as your eyes darted around the empty space, "H-Here? But what if someone sees?"

"Then I'll tear their eyes out and feed them back to anyone who stumbles on us," Astarion said simply, smiling at the way it made you laugh softly.

"Violence isn't always the answer you know," You said, your breath hitching as he lightly bit your neck. Your dress still slinking down all the while, "I thought we talked about that?"

"Perhaps," Astarion murmured, "But it seems to usually work in my favor."

He had already managed to slip the straps down enough to ease the way, brazenly tugging the fabric until your breasts spilled from the top. He leaned back in, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth as you gasped; mewling when he began touching you, shamelessly pinching your nipples just to hear you whine.

He adored all your little noises, so easy to coax out of your mouth. He could feel his own cock pulsing in the confines of his trousers, the feeling getting worse and worse as you started to whimper.

Astarion let one of his hands travel further down, right through the slit in your gown. He traced the seam of your pussy through delicate lace, smiling into the kiss from how the simple touch had your hips pitching forward. He could feel you getting wet, already seeping through the fabric of your panties, your needy cunt already begging for his touch. And Astarion was more than happy to oblige.

He tore them from your hips, letting the tattered pieces fall unceremoniously to the ground before he started to rub his palm against your clit, more slick gushing out as you moaned.

You were clutching at his shoulders, panting into his mouth as he played with you. Your thighs tightened around his hand, your cunt wet enough to fill the air with messy, indecent sounds.

Whatever trepidation you had before was quickly dissolving, a small chant escaping your lips as you two kissed, Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

Astarion was more than happy to oblige.

"Hold onto me darling," Astarion ordered, giving you a split second to tighten your grip around his neck before he was lifting you in the air, settling you on top of the thick railing with your legs spread wide. He made quick work of taking his weeping cock out, rubbing it along the seam of your cunt as you moaned. And then he was pushing inside, the slide soaked and easy.

You felt so tight around him, tight and sopping wet as he started to fuck into you. He bent his head down, popping one of your hard nipples into your mouth as you cried out, your nails clawing into his shoulders. You wrapped your legs around his hips, trying to pull him in even closer, despite the fact that he was pressed deeply inside of you. Hitting all of your sensitive places.

He could tell that you were close, your whining getting more and more high-pitched by the second, your sweet cunt pulsing around his cock. Astarion started to rub at your clit again, at the perfect angle to make you tense up and cry out. And just like that you were squirting against his hand, breathing heavy as your orgasm ravaged through you.

Astarion grinned, popping off your breast to kiss your slack mouth. Naughty thing that you were, making a mess all over your fancy dress. He pulled back to look at you, debauched and panting, your pupils dilated at you stared up at him. You looked gorgeous, fucked out and perfect.

He started to fuck you harder, the erotic image was too much for his mind to handle. You where whining with each thrust, no doubt oversensitive as he roughly slammed into you. But you were a good girl, taking it without a single complaint as you held on for dear life, tears springing to the corners of your eyes. But lucky enough for you, you didn't have to wait long.

Astarion spilled inside of you with a drawn out moan, grinding circles into your cunt as you quivered. You pulled him in for another kiss, messily sliding your lips together as he filled you up. The two of you stayed like that for awhile, lazily kissing as he softened inside of you. It felt good, it felt right, the perfect end to a great night.

Astarion pulled out slowly, cooing at you as you gasped at the feeling. Your legs were still trembling as he set you back on the ground, bad enough for Astarion to wonder if he should just pick you up before you crumpled on the floor.

But first...

Astarion dropped to his knees, ignoring your surprised gasp as he spread your legs back apart.

"Hush darling," Astarion ordered as he pushed your dress back up, "Let me have a look at you."

Astarion was aware that he had gotten a little rough near the end there. It wouldn't be the first time he made you bleed during sex, nor the last. But he would hate to do so accidently. But no, your pussy looked perfectly healthy, if not a little swollen. Flushed and pink, your hole still twitching the slightest bit. The sight of your pussy all slick and red was nearly enough to make his mouth water.

"Spread your legs a little further pet," Astarion murmured, looking just to look. He gently added pressure to your shaking thighs until you complied, "That's it. Good girl."

His cum was already starting to leak out of you, the smallest bit of white making it's first appearance amongst your wet folds. No doubt it would be sliding down your legs soon enough. He could do something about that. But then again... the alternative sounded like too much fun.

Astarion stood back up with a smile, patting your pussy once before letting your dress fall back down, "Try to hold it in darling. We wouldn't want to make another mess, would we?"

You nodded slowly, still looking half out of it. A sweet, hazy look still plastered onto your face. You were already leaning in for another kiss, naturally desperate for more contact. Contact that Astarion was more than happy to give. He pulled you closer, kissing you deeply; your fingers tangling in his hair to pull him even closer. He wrapped his arms around your back, dipping his tongue between your lips as you dreamily sighed.

You pulled away first, to his displeasure, but you didn't go far. You rested your forehead against his, smiling softly with loving eyes, "Hi."

Astarion couldn't help but smile back, taking the time to tuck a wild piece of hair behind your ear, "Hello my treasure. Did you have fun tonight?"

"I think you know the answer to that," You giggled softly, "I'm not even sure I can walk."

That he did. And there would be many more nights like it. Though for now, he'd prefer to get you home. He felt a bit reluctant to parade you back out there for the masses eyes, so obviously debauched by his hands. No, the sight of you happy and flushed was for his eyes only. Your night would be ending here.

You squeaked as he swept you up in his arms, already muttering the magic for a portal under his breath. And just like that the two of you were gone, completely uncaring to give any good byes.

The two of you popped right into the entry hall of the estate, sudden enough to nearly scare a maid half to death. Astarion paid them no mind, too busy with carrying you upstairs to the sanctuary of your quarters.

You cuddled into his chest, looking up at him with a nervous look, "Did... Did I do good tonight?"

"Of course you did," Astarion cooed as he kicked the door to the bedroom open, trying to softly drop you on the bed, "Perfect creature that you are, what else could have possibly happened?"

But you didn't let go when he tried to pull back, clinging hard enough for Astarion to simply follow you. But he didn't mind, no he preferred you like this. Needy, wanting, and his. He twisted the two of your around, settling only when he had you laying on top of him. He would set a bath for the two of you later, but for now he was more than happy to lay here, watching as your tired to stay conscious. You always got so tired after sex, just one more silly thing that he was endeared by.

"I love you," You mumbled, your eyes falling closed, "Thank you for taking me tonight. For trusting me. I... thank you."

"I love you too darling," Astarion murmured back, kissing your forehead, "You get better by the day. I really am proud of you."

It was true. You were learning, adjusting. Give him a decade and you'd be completely immersed in your new life, all thoughts of useless things like "freedom" forgotten.

You were his. Until the end of time, you'd be together.

He'd make sure of that.

#astarion x reader #astarion #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #ascended astarion #asks #you'll pry my long posts out of my cold dead hands #long fic #this took awhile #I'm slowly working through these asks but i can not make #anything simple #apparently #but i lost half of this near the end of the process and it broke me #she dirty #im telling yeah #she is

[unbidden-yidden]

Hey major shout-out to my fellow trans Jews. This year has been hell and it's hard not to feel like we've been completely abandoned, betrayed, shut out, and made unsafe across the full political spectrum.

I'm so sorry; we deserved better. I hope you're okay and standing strong - we will get through this together 🕎 🏳️‍⚧️ ✡️

#the right either actively or passively wants us dead or disappeared because of our genders #and the left apparently wants us dead or disappeared for being Jews #where can we go? #who can we turn to? #who can we rely on but ourselves? #it's terrifying and excruciating #I'm so tired of begging people to see me as a person #trans advocacy is so important right now and being in trans community is so vital #and yet far too many trans activists and community leaders were cheering on the deaths of my people not three weeks ago #pan-Jewish solidarity is so important right now and being in Jewish community is so important #and yet a disturbing number of the strongest voices advocating for Jewish people's humanity and right to self-determination #are also very right-wing #and refuse to see not even the truth of our lived experiences but fail entirely to see our humanity as trans people at all #so again I ask: where are we supposed to go??

[ladyloveandjustice]

This came up on youtube so I was able to relisten and confirm without having to replay the game- Nanami, who famously did not know the english word cow and so did not know that a cowbell is a bell for cows, knows the English word "lesbian". This implies so much.

#nanami kiryuu #juri arisugawa #that moment when nanami realized outing juri would end with her dead #revolutionary girl utena #nev plays the utena game #and yeah she was translating with the #no interest in boys thing #not being redundant #Youtube #lEsBiAN daaaaatte #i mean i'm sure it's a loan word but still. not a common enough one in the 90s she didn't have to translate #apparently.

[blanche-elizabeth-devereaux]

part 2/???

thank you to the dearest @big-boah for helping me with these - i made the silly tweets & he put them on his stunning screen shots ♥️

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #john marston #hosea matthews #vandermatthews #abigail marston #lenny summers #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 memes #i'm sick & this is how i spend my time apparently lol

[clownsphysics]

I don't think he likes being a therapist guys

#He's tired of hearing everyone cru about their dead uncle #If u want to be spiderman your uncle has to die apparently #Spiderverse #spiderman #therapist spiderman #atsp #art #digital arwork #fanart #i'm going insane #i want to see the movie NOW #Autism is kicking in #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse 2 #spiderverse fanart #spiderverse meme #i hate being a therapist

[originalaccountname]

I keep seeing people on my post say the bullet to the head didn't leave an indent on the wall because the bullet simply did not go through his head and got stuck.

For the sake of the argument, let's forget the size and depth of those indents compared to the point-blank head shot (that would not have gone completely through) that opnly left a neat little hole that barely bleeds by assuming it's all one big aesthetic choice and what they look like has no narrative weight.

These indents were drawn, and that's the important part.

In a visual medium you want to take into account what was given emphasis. Chuuya shot Dazai 4 times. That's enough to create a pattern and expectations.

The first shot goes clean through his shoulder and indents the wall.

The second shot, the one to the head, is given a whole dramatic slow motion moment over three panels on as many pages... but no indent. At this point, it's 50/50 if it's really just that the bullet got stuck or what.

but! Chuuya (uselessly, might I add) shoots Dazai two more times immediately after, and both of these shots also leave indents on the wall. That's a pattern. We already left physics at the door when I started this post, so the amount of body mass/skeleton should be irrelevant too.

I fully believe this is a case of the narrator going "hey, look what happens when we shoot him :)", then doing the big dramatic shot, and then going "hey, remember what happens when we actually shoot him :)"

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And like. I can't stress this enough. He spoke a whole sentence (or well, almost) after being shot in the head. He also managed to move his arms and legs a little? If that's not suspicious I don't know what is.

As a bonus, you can also take notice of how the extra bullets besides the head shot are all in relatively safe areas (I mean it's still a gun and he's still bleeding a lot) that could get healed if treated in time :)

#disclaimer: i am fully prepared to be proved wrong but i'm very confident in this #in any case he's not dead -or not permanently so- i'm not even entertaining the idea #he's done that before it's not new #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd 109 #bsd manga spoilers #bsd spoilers #apparently i talk sometimes

[svtskneecaps]

took advantage of what may apparently be the last quiet qsmp night for a WHILE to watch through some day 1 vods, since i didn't hop on the train until mid april. holy SHIT there is gold in those metaphorical hills. one day i gotta make a compilation fr but it is so tedious the way i get clips.

anyway here's a collection of highlights:

#qsmp #block game brainrot #shut up vic #for those of you who might not have time to watch a million hours of livestreams lol #a few day 1 gems i haven't seen mentioned recently #can MAYBE find time stamps for those if requested #i was watching phil bad and foolish though i jumped around i didn't watch straight through #i have some time but i don't have 'catch up on qsmp' time #OTHERWISE MAYBE I'D WRITE THE GODDAMN SLIMERIANA TIME LOOP AU GRRRRRRRRR #my brain goes nuts over it constantly but grr grrrr grrrr i didn't see flippa live bc she was DEAD WHEN I ARRIVED #AND I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR MANY VODS SCREAMS. #AND!!! I DON'T!!!!! SPEAK SPANISH!!!!!!!! #anyway lol if anybody knows fast convenient ways to clip vods either on youtube or twitch but mostly youtube lmk #(and by clip i mean 'get video files' idk how clipping works on twitch bc literally qsmp is the only reason i'm on twitch) #anyway it's 4 am enjoy these unhinged tags goodnight 😴 #bbh may have fixed his sleep schedule (allegedly) but balance must be restored to the universe apparently lol #long tags

[lost-my-sanity1]

non was groomed and raped.

now read it again. and again until you get it

#yes I'm triggered. at people who are... dumb apparently #dead friend forever

[magnusbae]

" They had tortured Anakin’s mother for a month. Just to test her resolve. Was it any wonder that Anakin had been left with such a deep, festering wound?" " He could do this for Anakin. His Padawan was dead, his brother, his son, his friend. He could give him this. A fearsome anger unleashed. Vengeance."  " He felt his anger rise, and he took pleasure in it. It was growing inside him and obliterating everything else. He wanted to be overtaken. He didn’t want to be careful. He wanted only the white heat of satisfaction." -The Last One Standing - Jude Watson

#I often think about how Obi-Wan wanted‚ CRAVED‚ to slaughter the sand people FOR Anakin. Deliver Vengeance to his dead Padawan. #Not even to a living person who could benefit from it‚ but to his Padawan who‚ to the best of his knowledge‚ burnt alive by his own actions #So I'm thinking to myself... what if he had? What if Vader found him that way— having sensed great darkness through the scar of their bond. #Obikin #Vaderwan #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #Jude Watson #star wars art #starwarsart #star wars #obi wan #anakin #buns.d #buns.all #anyways #This is just a rough concept‚ given the fact that this is both my bedtime and my app keeps crashing the second I open it... #this is as far as it goes :') #'Hu raka' apparently means 'I surrender' which fell on anger-deaf ears... #sw books #sw art

[5ummit]

Avatar: The Way of Water (2022)

#avatar movies #atwow #miles quaritch #spider socorro #avataredit #my edit #dailyflicks #filmedit #dead dove #[banging pots and pans together] #WAKE UP FELLOW DEGENERATES #new trash just dropped #I made this gifset for me #(since apparently no one else cares) #it's been months and I'm still feral about them #like hello??? #the giant alien catboys! #the manhandling! #the daddy issues! #the stockholm syndrome! #the size difference! #look at that MASSIVE paw #I can't believe everyone is sleeping on this dynamic

[hoofpeet]

turns out he doesn't really mind that much👍

#hoof draws #replacement ingo dingo edition #con: you're dead now and a ghost fox apparently #pro: you can have a dick now if you want #[ingo voice] oh shit i'm dead ahh huh that sucks but WHATEVER That can wait I need to go piss on something RIGHT NOW #death induced gender euphoria

[defeateddetectives]

anyway i started reading one of the manga that gege akutami reportedly took inspiration from for jjk and it is Wilder in so many ways than i could have ever imagined

#apparently u gotta reach in and orgasmically touch ur fellow associate's soul to conduct an exorcism every time....... #@midorikawa yuki: you've created an objectively perfect series but what if--[gunshot; my dead body is removed from the premises] #for legal reasons this is a joke but anyway none of this was on my 2k23 bingo card #also glasses dude is named mikado and his chaotique partner has a very visually grownup!masaomi aesthetic (✨) and i'm mad about all of it. #the night beyond the tricornered window #(should exorcism be this hot? yes the answer is always yes)

[dollfishu]

can you translate kalego's bio from the fanbook. i haven't seen it anywhere

Sure thing! Here you go:

School Teacher

Naberius Kalego

Insidious but solemn homeroom teacher of the Abnormal class.

The lead teacher to create the "Teacher's Manual". He is proud and strict, but he puts his students first. He becomes the homeroom teacher of the Abnormal Class because he was bedridden after Iruma summoned him as his familiar.

PROFILE:

◆ Apparent Age: 35 years old

◆ Birthday: February 14

◆ Height: 182cm

◆ Weight: 65kg

◆ Family Ability: Secret

◆ Familiar: None

◆ Rank : 8

◆ Division Affiliation (Battler): There is no particular division that he supervises.

◆ Subject in Charge of: Familiar summoning, etc.

◆ Demon(s) he watches out for: Abnormal Class (especially Iruma), Opera (unwillingly), Shichi....Balam.

◆ How he spends his free time: Cactus collecting, music appreciation, placing brand new bedsheets.

◆ Ambition: Peacefulness

Famous Quotes:

『Let's enjoy this attraction... solemnly.』

He is a high-ranking demon and quite powerful. He defeated a huge summoned monster at an amusement park by himself.

Osamu Nishi's Untold Character Creation Story

He is an unfortunate teacher who is always pushed around by the Abnormal class, but he always repays them back many times over (laugh). After the festival, I feel that he plays the piano more often than before. He seemed to enjoy the festival in his own way.

#M!IK #Kalego #Naberius Kalego #Mairimashita! iruma kun #Kalego Naberius #WHY DOES HE CHANGE HIS FUCKING BEDSHEETS EVERY DAY OFF HE GETS??????? #WTF DOES HE DO ON THEM?????????????? #Our sensei isn't as innocent as I thought he'd be..... #AND WHAT'S GOING ON WITH HIM AND BALAM????? #Shichi...ahem...Balam #WHAT DOES THAT MEAN????? #ALSO HIS APPARENT AGE IS 35 THAT'S EQUIVALENT TO HUNDREDS OF YEARS IN DEMON YEARS!!!!!! #Honestly this is too much info for my little heart #I'm officially dead x_x #Welcome to the Demon School #Mairuma #Iruma-kun #Kalego Sensei #I might translate Balam's profile too

[chimchiri]

This is not how I imagined a first meeting between Ianthe and Harrow

How do I even react to this

#I started chapter 5 and now I'm even MORE confused #Ortus??? I thought you were supposed to be dead??? apparently??? #I'm hoping for answers but each chapter starts new questions #ok listen I can't vague post anymore I have to actually write out my thoughts because otherwise what's the point #but I will tag as spoilers for anyone curious to read #htn spoilers #tlt

[celestialrealms]

from barbatos’s 20 intimacy phone call

i feel like this more or less confirms diavolo was quite young when he “convinced” barbatos to become his butler. (i feel a bit vindicated by the fact that diabarb has always been a squick of mine lmao) 

anyway so ignoring the context of this call (which SHOULD have been longer!! justice for barbatos!!) time to ramble about their relationship for a second hfdjfdhdf

i’m honestly kind of emotional about the fact that while, yes diavolo is a demon and does demonic things... both the narrative and characters like solomon will make a point to show that by the standards of demons, diavolo is a good person? And you can tell how much barbatos loves him even if he considers (or says) serving him is a selfish act of atonement 

idk this is incoherent, but something about the found family dynamic between the character with objectively the most “demonic” history and diavolo who is trying to change the devildom for the better and, YES, is framed as being objectively morally “good” for a demon gets me SO MUCH. this is honestly my favorite familial relationship in obey me 🥺

#obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me nightbringer #something about barbatos being diavolo's first friend completely disconnected to him being the prince just gets me? #like how he canonically told him stories about life outside the palace? #and YES diavolo did ''convince'' him to stay and barbatos apparently made some kind of mistake he's atoning for #but he also apparently said ''does this child have ANY kind of positive parental love?'' while looking the demon king dead in the eye #and then didn't wait for an answer <3 #this isn't serious analysis or anything i'm just rambling incoherently sorry <3 #edit: wait it's mother's day. happy mother's day barbatos <3

[discordiansamba]

anyways I don't know if it's due to falling asleep to the backdrop of people setting off way too many fireworks or not, but I had a weird dream last night and now I am here to tell you guys all about it because I've been idly rotating it all day. you've heard of body swap not get ready for... personality swap, I guess? But not completely?

anyways it seemed to take place at the tail end of season one, where instead of getting shot out into random locations by the corrupted wormhole, all the lions stayed on the Castle, but something about the combination of the corrupted wormhole and the paladin bond resulted in something... weird happening. Some kind of quintessence rearrangement that resulted in Lance, Hunk, Pidge, and Keith all swapping aspects of their personalities around that Shiro was apparently spared from because of some kind of defense mechanism that Pidge installed in the control chip for his arm that's in his brain that protected him but the backlash forced him to require some time in the cyropod.

(I guess my brain said. you know what would be funny. Shiro just waking up to this nonsense. and honestly? valid.)

(also allura and coran are fine and somehow escaped the wormhole don't worry about it. apparently the mice did also have their personalities swapped around but like. they're mice. they don't care.)

Pidge was probably the least effected bc she got traits from Hunk, who she already has a decent amount in common with, except now she's prone to nervous tirades, is now a morning person, and is calmed by the act of cooking. except she can't cook. Hunk at least kept very clear notes on all of his cooking experiments so she has something to work with. She suddenly finds herself more drawn to tinkering with things as opposed to coding, but she can still do the latter super easily. Also she has a solid sleep schedule now? She also stops wearing her brother's glasses bc she winds up fixated on the idea that she'll break them so she just keeps them safe in her room instead. Which she has now cleaned. She still kind of feels like she dodged a bullet. Sorry guys.

Lance is... having an experience, because he picked up traits from Pidge. He likes studying now? Except apparently he still has ADHD, but also Coran gave him this clicker thing that seems to be working wonders. He's suddenly a lot less interested in flirting and his detailed skin care routine kind of doesn't seem so important anymore. He has to actively set alarms on his phone otherwise he'll pull all nighters. He's starting to learn how to code? Which is weird but it's oddly calming. He's also pretty sure he picked up Pidge's sense of humor, because Pidge definitely picked up Hunk's sense of humor.

Hunk, to his great misfortune, has picked up traits from Keith. Which also includes his temper and his general introversion, the former of which he is working very hard on managing. He's also spending way more time on the training deck than ever before, but it suddenly doesn't feel like exercise so much as it feels... relaxing? Also he is like. always tense. What the hell, Keith, how did you live like this. How is HE going to live like this. Although it is kind of nice to not feel the urge to puke from nerves, which he... doesn't really seem to have anymore? That's kind of nice.

Keith is probably the oddest case of the bunch. He picked up personality traits from Lance, which he can't even get angry about because he doesn't have a temper anymore? apparently? He's suddenly a lot more extroverted, and also he feels the weird compulsion to... flirt? He's also become way more interested in self care and is suddenly not a morning person anymore. But for all that in some ways he has the most traits leftover from his core personality, because those traits turned out not to be parts of his personality so much as they were due to him being Galra- so he still likes training and fighting as much as he did before. Which is great, because if he let Lance's personality take him by the nose, he'd definitely just start to coast on his talent.

But they also each still have core aspects of themselves that apparently their lions preserved so it's not a full personality swap. Pidge will still wax poetic about the tech around them. Lance might not be huge into self care anymore, but he's still interested in trying to keep himself looking good. Hunk is still very kind, which makes having Keith's temper hard on him. Keith still is a nature boy and a jock, and somehow still doesn't understand how the cheer goes.

POV: You're Shiro. You wake up to this mess. It's been like this for a week apparently, and Coran and Allura don't know how to fix it.

...can you just go back to the cryopod maybe?

#apparently lance bought himself a pair of fake glasses that looked like Veronica's #he needed it to sell his new brainy personality. which is a very Lance thing to think #apparently my subconscious decided keith was better at flirting than lance. which is funny so I'm saying it's right #also apparently part of taking better care of himself involved no longer shaving down his nails so they just ended up sharp and pointy #keith reached his maximum hotness potential through self care incident. 340457 dead 4858582 injured #lance voice: what do you MEAN I kept my *insecurity*. that's the one personality trait I didn't want! #honestly. could be a vehicle for both incredible shenanigans AND character study #what makes a person who they are etc #identity crisis au