#it was only $3 but I rescued it <3

[desertangels70s]

My beloved Carly Simon record that is originally from 1972 is ruined because the old owner loved it so much and played it constantly.

#carly simon #it's sweet to think that somebody loved it so much #it was only $3 but I rescued it <3 #it was originally from 1972 which is so cool #i love finding records that came out during that year #vintage records

[coreene]

Hello Rugan lovers- I have something for you!

It's 2k words of pure smut where Rugan and Tav do it up against that cave right after Tav saves him from the gnolls.

Thank you @littleplasticrat for the beta! I fixed some stuff after her notes and any remaining mistakes are my own!

The name is purely @captainsigge and @dustdeepsea 's fault (ily)

I hope it is a worthy offering for Rugan fuckers 🥺👉👈

#I've been wanting to write outside of long fics a while #Rugan came to my rescue #I have urges to write something longer for him but I do not have a good idea for an OC for him yet #Bg3 rugan #Rugan #rugan x tav #It's only on Ao3 because I'm on mobile #And too lazy to share it on tumblr #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #Bg3 smut #Rugan smut

[cantdealwiththisnow]

Part 1 - Appreciation post for all the TFP universe Autobot mugshot cameos (known and unknown) in RID2015 3x25 (even if the context is that they've been OUSTED against their will)

#transformers rid2015 #not me and my emotional crutch show comforting my broken soul after rewatching TFP for the nth time #every cameo and reference is another good hit of the Good Stuff #look at how g1 they all got i'm sobbing #smokey got so BUFF #sunstreaker confirmed canon! #boy do i have an angsty fic idea that explains sideswipes abandonment trauma #please tell me what ironhide was like i need to know #they included seaspray??? but he's dead jim #ultra magnus be snatched as ever #tfp universe wouldnt do mirage dirty like ROTB did #KNOCKOUT NOOOOO #is that sandstorm? I cannot tell because the resolution is GARBAGE #prowl look like he got big tiddies in this universe too <3 #jetfire my g1 husband what happened to you #trailbreaker??? forever a highly functional alcoholic idc what you say #TRACKS MY REBEL SON #oh NO not the RESCUE BOTS they have done no wrong!!! #powerglide??? he ought to have been in there for as many times as the cons quoted him in this series #gears and.... is that moonracer???? I can only infer by color #BLASTERRRRR oh what I wouldn't give for a blaster/soundwave throwdown #oh this is sandstorm for SURE (then who's the other guy???) and my man KUP #oh no look how good looking they made roddy </3 #ELITA AAAAA #wreckgar??? my trash son??? #long post #maccadams #please bear with my internal dialogue #is that 6th one supposed to be tailgate??? wasn't him being dead like an ENTIRE plot point for all of TFP lol

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ayyy im back with another Unedited human au snippet <3 it's almost entirely dialogue oopsies <3

~

Eddie slows in putting his coat on - Barnaby isn’t sticking around to chat with fellow staff like usual. He’s in a rush, scrambling to grab his jacket and hurrying from behind the bar. He dashes through the door, looking like a man on a mission.

The door Mr. Frankly had just vanished through. 

Could he be…? No, Barnaby seems like a good man. But he had seemed a little pushy with Mr. Frankly, from what Eddie could tell. 

It couldn’t hurt to make sure.

Eddie frowns deeply as he goes outside, wincing slightly at the first burst of cold air after hours spent in a warm building. He’s just in time to see Barnaby jog up behind Frankly and close his car door before he can get in. Barnaby immediately leans against the door with his arms crossed, pinning it shut and blocking Frankly from the driver’s seat.

Eddie’s stomach plummets. Before he knows it, he’s speed-walking across the parking lot towards them, a fire burning in his chest and his hands curled into fists.

Frankly says something loud enough that Eddie can almost hear, his voice echoing in the empty lot. As Eddie watches, Barnaby pokes Frankly’s chest, making him stagger back a step.

“Hey!” Eddie barks. 

Both of them jump and whip around - Barnaby’s eyebrows shoot into his hair, while Frankly’s lowers into a flat line. 

“Eddie?” Barnaby says.

At the same time, Frankly says, “Mr. Dear?”

The two of them look at each other in surprise. Eddie pays the exchange no mind. He stops by Frankly, trying to slightly angle himself in front of him without making it too obvious.

“Is everything all right here?” he asks, looking Barnaby up and down. He really hopes this won’t come to blows - Eddie can throw a punch well enough, but Barnaby is an imposing figure. Eddie already knows he’d likely lose, but as long as he can buy Frankly a couple extra seconds…

“No, actually, everything is not fine,” Frankly says in a ticked-off - and strangely scolding - tone. 

Barnaby, not breaking eye-contact with Frankly, counters with, “Everything’s peachy, Ed.”

“You sure about that?” Eddie asks, trying to keep his tone amicable. 

“Scout’s honor.”

“Please,” Frankly scoffs, “you were never a boy scout. And that’s not the point - I am trying to get home!”

“You are trying to die in the most avoidable way possible.”

Eddie shoots Frankly a concerned look. “You’re what?”

“I am perfectly sober,” Frankly says.

Barnaby raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Your face is flushed.”

“It is not!”

Eddie winces. “It, uh, it is. A little.”

“It’s none of your business,” Frankly seethes. 

“Listen,” Barnaby sighs. He leans heavier against the car and rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t wanna be the one 'ta call Julie and deliver the news that her beloved Frankie went and got himself killed at the taco bell intersection.”

Frankly makes a high and derisive noise. “Excuse you, I have class. I’d die outside of Howdy’s.”

“Please, he’d turn your memorial into part of the gift shop. I can already see the signs - ‘dead friend sale, five percent off!’”

“I’m worth at least thirty percent.”

Eddie clears his throat and gestures between the two of them. “You two… know each other?”

“Unfortunately,” Frankly mutters.

Barnaby grins. “Aw, you’re just saying that. It’s okay - I know ya love me, Frankie. You don’t have to say it.”

“I do not.”

“I have evidence that proves otherwise.”

Frankly rolls his eyes. “You’re unbearable.”

“And yet…”

Eddie heaves a sigh - of relief or exhaustion, he’s not sure - and drags a hand over his face. “Alright. Good, I - good to know.”

“What, did’ja think I was attacking him?” After a moment of prolonged, awkward silence, Barnaby’s teasing smile drops. “Oh. You did.”

“Barnaby? Attack me?” Frankly snorts. “Give him some credit - he’s smarter than he looks.”

“Yeah, I’d have better chances taking on a pack’a hyenas!” Barnaby lets out a hearty cackle. “At least then we’d all get a laugh out of it!”

“So I misjudged the situation pretty terribly,” Eddie says, inching to the side to give Frankly his personal space back. “My apologies.”

“Don’t sweat it, Ed. I know Frank may look like a bundle of sticks, but he’s petrified wood all the way through! Pure stone, you know.” Barnaby grins and leans towards Eddie. He whispers conspiratorially, “‘Cept when it comes to holdin’ his liquor. Then he’s a total lightweight.”

“Barnaby,” Frankly hisses.

“Practically paper!”

“That’s enough, thank you!” Frankly makes an attempt at shoving Barnaby away from the car door, but Barnaby widens his stance. It’s like watching someone try to move a tree.

“See, this is how I know he shouldn’t be driving,” Barnaby says conversationally to Eddie. “If he were sober, I’d be the one drunk - punch-drunk, that is.”

Eddie isn’t sure whether or not he should laugh - was that a joke? Barnaby seems fond of them, but… surely Frankly isn’t a violent person. Frankly lets out a growl of frustration and clumsily tries to bodyslam Barnaby. Eddie inches back a step.

“Alright Frankie, you had your fun.” Barnaby scruffs Frankly like a misbehaving cat and holds him at arm's length. He holds out a hand. “C’mon. Keys.”

“Never.”

“Have it your way. I’ll go ahead and call Poppy, tell her that you’ve forgotten the many dangers of-”

“Oh, fine,” Frankly spits. He yanks his keys out of his pocket and slaps them into Barnaby’s waiting hand. 

Barnaby flicks the keys as Frankly stalks to the passenger side door and yanks it open. “Choose a place for dinner, we’ll swing by and pick it up - my treat.”

“Obviously your treat,” Frankly grumbles. “As if I’d-”

The slam of his door cuts off whatever he says next, though Eddie can see him still talking in the car. His phone screen illuminates his irritated expression as he - presumably - looks up places for takeout. 

“Well, I’m glad you were here to stop him from doin’ somethin’ everyone would regret,” Eddie says. “Mr. Frankly-” 

“Mr. Frankly?” Barnaby snorts. “You’re not one of his students, are ya?”

“I’m just bein’ polite. He set the tone by referrin’ to me by Mr. Dear, so I’m tryin’ to respect that line in the sand.”

Barnaby shakes his head, grinning. “Just call him Frank. He puts up a big show of bein' a grouch, but he’s really a big softie. Though don’t - don’t try to pick a fight with him. Ever. You’ll lose.”

“Wasn’t plannin' on it.” Eddie makes a mental note to keep calling him Mr. Frankly, just to be on the safe side. It’s not like they’re friends, anyway. More like… acquaintances. Occasional Run-Into-Each-Other strangers. 

#shorter than usual - only a little over 1k - but yk the motivation provides what it provides #in my docs this is titled 'aw... babe's first protective attempt' #or i guess we could call it #eddie's past parasocial relationships come back to haunt him more than they already have #also barnaby definitely teased frank about eddie in whatever place they're picking up food from #lmaoooo no wait #barnaby: so about eddie- #frank: so about howdy. #barnaby: ..... #frank: ..... #barnaby: hey i think that's our order #wh modern human au #snippets from the bog #in my mind frank is actually kinda pleased #annoyed of course. he doesnt need anyone to protect him #but i bet a part of him enjoyed having the strong mailman attempt to ~come to his rescue~ #i imagine that the next time they see each other frank invites him to lunch or somethin #'just' to 'thank' eddie for trying his best #yep alright yawn yawn yawn its almost 3 i should sleep #tomorrow is one of two final days to complete packing! its almost Time! #tonight was decent... got some tasty tacos... listened to somethin neat... did a bit of writing... yeah <3

[arabian-batboy]

When you really think about it, some of these new shounen shows like JJK, BNHA and Demon Slayer are lowkey as bad as older shoenen shows when it comes to how they treat their female characters.

The only difference is that new shounen learned this neat trick where they will allow their female characters to have one epic moment in a side-fight that can easily be removed without effecting the plot too much and somehow that’s enough to gaslight people to think that they’re watching peak feminism.

#did any female character do anything relevant to the plot in JJK? #the only thing I can think of is Nobara helping Itadori in that one fight #but he's the main character so even if she wasn't there I'm sure he would have still won somehow #Demon Slayer has invented the concept of infantilization when it comes to Nezuko #and boy is infantilization the right word because they literally treat her like an infant #and every other female character are either nurses who tend to the male characters or had romance teased with the MC #oh and those 3 wives that need to be rescued......I think one of them helped a little #and BNHA? Where can I begin... #wake me up when the female lead does or say anything that isn't related to the male lead #btw I actually I really love all of these 3 shows but come on a spade is a spade

[eternally-tired-cryptid]

Y'all would not believe the situations I can put ocs in. Rotate them in my brain microwave.

#jasper rambles #the current sleeping fanfic is my witcher oc gwenna getting attacked by bandits and left for dead only to be rescued by her bestie eskel #and then upon the healer saving her life they realize they gotta head up to kaer morhen Now before the ppath gets too risky w the weather #and gwenna can't reasonably get up. luckily guess who just arrived on their way to kaer morhen? lambert and aiden. eskel is distrustful but #gwenna is like “so THIS is Lambert's cat” and lambert is fake grumpy abt it and then they all bond getting up the mountain and despite lambe #rts grumbling hes prolly abt as worried as eskel abt gwennas wellbeing bc unfortunately hes grown to see this woman as family over the last #decade plus of her wintering with them. aiden and gwenna bond so easily and trade stories and such. they get up the mountain and lambert and #aiden get a moment to breathe before vesemirs intereogation bc he can tell gwenna is injured. she brushes it off by telling him he can give #her a full check up AFTER theyre all settled in. by this point vesemir keeps supplies that are more specifically for helping humans on hand #thanks to her first ever winter w them in which she broke her leg. i just. love them so much <3 #no clue where it falls on any sort of canon timeline. books or show. but 🤷 #i think itd be cute if gwenna is there the winter geralt brings ciri up for the first time

[forestofsprites]

65% of my work atm is essentially taking historical maps/first-hand accounts and plotting them to modern day satellite, google earth imagery, and boy ! mapping in the 19th century, huh

#currently at this exact moment working on one for the archaeological remains at Beechey island (from the Franklin expedition's first winter #camp) #so I'm mainly relying on the accounts and haphazard maps from the 1850s/60s rescue missions #and they are... vague<3 #the written accounts are quite good- but they're using language that truly is only helpful if you are on the ground at Beechey island #and the map? THE MAP? oh boy #god love them- they had like a few days at the end of August to chart and scour (they were also primarily focused on finding written #proof of where Franklin and the boys went from Beechey island come spring) #plus 1851... mapping is not so easy as it is today #but good lord they're shit #also impeding is the nature of the arctic- how many times has ice been mistaken for land masses you know #^ a lot #it is fun though I'm quite autistic about maps and organizing #i've been in this course and working w/ this professor for 6 weeks and i'm already a walking franklin encyclopedia #i have so many fun facts!! so many! #on the franklin expedition

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Anyone else though feeling like maybe that reunion came a little too soon?

I wanted to see our characters claw their way back to each other, I wanted to see them fight tooth and nail and come so close only to miss each other before finally finding each other and never letting go.

This almost feels too easy. I want to enjoy it, but I worry that Omega is going to be ripped away again.

#just thoughts #the bad batch #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb s3 e4 #in fairness maybe part of the feeling is because whilst it is episode 4 it's only week 2 of the show airing #it all just feels too soon #and yes we want to see them go back to rescue the other clones from tantiss #because you know omega's not letting that drop #i just wanted more of them fighting to find each other #ahh well #guess this is what fanfiction is for

[octoagentmiles]

Headcanon of The Day™ 💝

Y'know how everyone says "Aye aye!" instead of "yes" (excluding Barnacles, who afaik has only said it once/maybe twice)? Well 👀, I headcanon that NO ONE ever said it....... until Kwazii showed up.

When Kwazii first joined, he might've felt insecure or conflicted about his pirate vs. Octonaut identity (side headcanon: he still does sometimes). So, in order to make him more comfortable, the rest of the crew began to encourage and mimic some of his mannerisms; most notably his use of "Aye!".

Then it just ✨ stuck ✨.

#octonauts #kwazii #octonauts headcanon #insert tags #no thought head empty #only octonauts #😌👍 #feel free to correct me on barnacles bc i can only find one instance of him saying it (kelp forest rescue) but i feel like there's more #i can vividly hear him saying ''aye aye professor!'' in my head but i can't remember if that's real or if my brain is making it up rn lmao #but still #kwazii <3

[donbrothers]

I have made the realization that Sento is just a pmd hero

awesome excuse for sento pokesona musings

[ID: the top half of the image is two drawings of a shiny Buneary wearing a red scarf. on the left it is talking and gesturing with one paw and has one ear folded down. above it says "only canon bunny PMD protag i think?" on the right it looks surprised, holding its paws to its face and its other ear springing up. text next to it says "DING!"

the bottom half is a drawing of a Plusle. text to the left saying "Plusle? don't argue about what animal it is (heart)." it is wearing a blue scarf, tied behind its neck with long tails trailing on the ground, labeled "Long like Rabbit-Rabbit." to the right it says "Minun? Both" alongside a Minun head, and a half-and-half Plusle-Minun. /END ID]

#admittedly im not a pmd guy i loved red rescue as a kid but havent replayed it since or check out the other games #BUT to my knowledge buneary is the only canon pmd bunny protag from the jp-only wii games #and you picked your char in that game rather than being assigned through quiz so there's no saying it Doesn't suit sento's personality<3 #but plus-min seemed like fun options and i was considering them for him for pkmn au #(less for his team and more just..little guys who hang around the lab?) #tokupkmn #build #🐰 #✉️ #🖍

[widevibratobitch]

fitzier hatesex save me. fitzier hatesex. save me fitzier hatesex.

#either give me these two hatefucking like stray cats in heat or give me a gutwrenching tragedy #in this house we dont believe in post-rescue AU happy endings #im happy for people who do you guys are swell keep it up 👍💯🔥 #but i just want my bitches toxic and deeply unhappy <33 #the only post-rescue AUs that i truly care for are the ones where they just. dont work together as well as they thought they would <33 #because i hate fun and happiness and all things true and beautiful <3

[blorbocedes]

wow, the alex video you posted IS so deranged and yet valid. i for one would love to hear any further thoughts about galex cannibalism you may have??

this is so deranged...... anyways what if galex were stuck on an island 🤪😳🏝 (based off this video)

Turns out being stranded on a deserted island is really anticlimactic. Incredibly boring, and more of a waiting game, once the adrenaline, relief, and panic at being alive wears off.

"We're the most tracked people on Earth. Once the teams figure out what happened, they'll send those large helis. We'll be out of here in no time. Probably in time to catch the next race too." George paces around, as if delegating his own rescue operation. Saying it out loud affirms it, it's going to happen, and therefore all George needs is to be cool and collected. His phone hadn't survived the waves, but he's sure it had sent his last known location somewhere near the waters. That's why they allow themselves to be tracked by technoautocrats all time, right? George isn't even worrying.

Alex is sitting down on the sand, with his small collection of rocks he's gathered and halfheartedly rubbing them together. You need a fireplace for that, George think irritated. Or like, a collection of sticks in a circle. He doesn't know, he's an F1 driver for fuck's sake.

Alex snorts, "Reckon they'll save the biggest helis for Lewis? Realise he's safe and sound in LA and bring out the backup single seater ones for George Russell?"

"Piss off. I suppose they'd find us faster if I was stuck with Max but you don't see me saying that." George snipes back. Admittedly, they're not on their best behaviour. Something about waking up concussed and realizing you're on a deserted island with the sun blazing down on you, and no fresh water or belongings nearby has a way of doing that to people.

"Ouch." Alex sounded mock-offended. He made a smiley face with his rocks.

"Shouldn't be long now." George bluffs with absolutely no way of knowing, only he needs to believe it. The waves dip into the beach, treacherously soothing. All that water, and nothing to drink. George imagines heroically catching a fish. He's not quite sure how to go about that, but Alex would for sure be impressed.

"We've got to think more long term, George."

"What do you mean?"

Alex levels him with a look. "Look around us. We're the only living things around for god knows how long. You've got to start thinking survival of the fittest."

George heroically catching fish. Alex in those lionskin dress the wives wore in the flinstones, cooking it over a fire. They Blue Lagoon it for years. Having to hold each other for warmth by the fire as they sleep to crackling hum.

"Yeah?" George asks, mouth going dry and not from the lack of water.

"There's only so much of each other we can take. You've gotta do what it takes to survive. That's what they don't tell you about deserted islands, the rules don't apply here. We can do anything here, and get away with it. And from what I can see, we're the only food source around. Anyone ever tell you you've got the neck of a gazelle?"

"You wanna eat me, Albon?" Dies down in George's throat, can't make it sound casual enough, like a joke. Not with the way Alex is staring at him, dark eyes, like he's something particularly delicious. We can do anything here, and get away with. The rules don't apply here. The giant helicopters with their flashlights could find them fucking them on the beach, and it wouldn't matter. Except they'd probably have cameras, to film the whole rescue operation and then yes, it does matter. Everything they do here matters.

"I'm not eating you. You're all bones and stuff, no thanks." George huffs, the dehydration truly settling in as his face gets redder.

"You don't want a little Thai food out here?" Alex laughs, reaching from where he's sitting and pulling at George's ankle who trips and falls on his ass on the hard sand.

Alex is flirting with me. Or he wants to eat me. George is not sure which is worse.

"Say a hyena gets me, you've gonna let a stupid bird have at me? Not even honour my body?" Alex still has his hand on George's ankle, the grip of it unrelenting. George's heart thuds in his chest.

"There's no hyenas around." He argues with reasonable confidence, despite not knowing.

"I wouldn't let a bird do that to you. I'd think, my friend George would've wanted me to survive." Alex moves closer, until he's halfway on top of George. His hand moves to the soft flesh of George's thigh sticking out from his shorts, and circles it. It's a little on the nose to feel like a prey trapped under a predator, imagining Alex kissing the soft of thigh before biting down on it, blood around the jut of that handsome mouth. One way or another, they'd both leave this island together. Within one another. It would be so, so easy to press Alex's head down here. Between his legs. Crush him with his thighs. "Whatever it takes."

"Fuck, fine. If a fucking hyena gets you, l'll shoo it away and eat you. Happy?" George pushes Alex off him, getting up, who grins up lazily from where he's fallen on the sand.

Heart still beating in his chest like a wild rabbit, George runs into the clearing of a few trees -- not wanting to venture further from where Alex won't be able to hear him if he calls for help. Their first mode of action had been making a SOS that could be seen from above, from the search helicopters, with the biggest rocks they could find. Turns out their strength at driving race cars had absolutely no use in lugging large rocks and they'd given up after the first C of the S. Finding large rocks makes George feel like he's doing something productive, actually aiding their rescue.

But Alex's words swim into his head. Survival of the fittest. Almost paranoid that Alex is watching, even though he's still lying on the beach, George stares into the clearing of trees ahead. There could be signs of life inside and he really doesn't want to find out, or be unarmed if there is. He just has to wait it to out. The rescue planes are coming. Entire jets. The whole country is on red alert. They're going to shake hands with the King.

Delirious in the heat, and the amount of blood that's rushed south, the shine of his wrist catches the sun. His sponsor gold Tag Heuer watch. A few hundred thousand quid. He takes it off, checking it's weight, and then places it on the ground. Takes the rock he'd found, and smashes it, collecting the now broken watch, and shards of glass in his pocket.

He makes his way back to Alex.

"What happened to your nice watch, Georgie?" Alex asks casually, frizzy air dried blond hair sticking up. Still looks great, like this. Tanned skin, blonde hair, pants rolled up as shorts. They could be on a beach vacation. George thumbs the watch in his closed fist, along the sharp ridges of where it broke.

"You got something in your pants or are you just happy to see me, Alexander?" George asks, staring at the rock sized bulge in Alex's left pocket.

"Always happy to see you." Alex smiles, and George mentally maps where his jugular should be as he takes a step towards him.

#galex but make it cannibalism themed 🤪 #the good ending: they both find a coconut and get over their dehydrated fuelled shared insanity <3 #the other good ending: they [redacted] #the bad ending: they get rescued and their relationship is forever changed for it #my fics #f1 rpf #im actually embarazzed this has an audience of literally only me #don't ask me I don't know #blorbocedes ask

[erosrageclaw]

one of my favorite parts of baldur's gate 3 is recruiting karlach and learning about her engine problems and then proceeding to walk past like sixty thousand different ways to fix her because u like, know a guy who works on his car sometimes. yes he's technically homeless but hes working on it. hes yellow

#oh we found and rescued the gnomes who literally built your engine? nah i know a guy #is dammon the only yellow tiefling in the game cuz thats a crime #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #karlach #dammon

[maddymoreau]

Listen I completely understand why Amata makes me leave Vault 101 despite the fact I resolved everything peacefully. What I can't understand is the fact I NEVER ONCE BEFORE LEAVING CAN CONFIDE IN MY CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND ABOUT MY FATHER DYING??!!

If they weren't going to give me the option why give me this quest RIGHT after his death?!?!!!

Amata telling me I can’t stay would’ve hit harder if she knew I had NO family outside the Vault.

What a missed opportunity.

I really am the LONE wanderer no one has my back in this game except Fawkes.

#Technically I also have Charon but I also LITERALLY have Charon I own his contract 💀 #Every time I get invested in this game something frustrating like this happens. #FAWKES PLANNED TO RESCUE ME FROM THE ENCLAVE!!!! AMATA COULDN'T EVEN ASK ME HOW I'VE BEEN??!!! #I CAN SERIOUSLY ONLY MENTION MY DAD BEING DEAD TO OFFICER GOMEZ!!?!?!??! THE SECURITY GUARD AT MY TENTH BIRTHDAY PARTY!?!?!?!?! #Fallout 3 has INCREDIBLE INTERESTING FUN MOMENTS!!!! It's the little details in the main storyline that are bothering me. #Fallout 3 #Fallout 3 Spoiler #MaddyPlaysFallout3 #My Lone Wanderer is the embodiment of that meme: Puppy want a treat? Puppy want a fucking break from it all.

[venomgaia]

Loboboboboooooo

ft very tiny scribbles below

#driftoodles #rhylolin/lobo (oc) #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #tav #his hair down is a ref to his. monhun design #n his guardian is borrowing the form of the seldarine drow druid thst tsught lobo druidry #tldr his lore is he used to be frm menzoberranzan n dipped but was horribly injured n was rescued by sm spore druids nearby #the tsdpole insertion scrambled his most of his memories #he considers himself lolth sworn but at the same time he likes driders too much to get along with others much #hes chaotic neutral/neutral evil depending on the circumstances #his hobby is antagonizing gale n making poor decisions :> #ITS MT BG3 I CAN MAKE A MARY SUE IF I WANT TOOOOOO #he'll probs get used in a more solid strahd campaign n ill omit thr werewolf bit we shall seeeeee #but HES NOT THE ONLY ONE SO. LMAO #btw his weilding phalar aluve in his right hand n cruel sting in his left. phalar aluve is drow for 'grave farewell'

[fonulyn]

Krauser cupped the back of Leon’s head, making him tilt his face so the kiss could be deepened, until Leon felt heat radiating from something close to his cheek. It was way more than warmth from the fireplace, and alarmed Leon broke the kiss. He didn’t pull far, though, only an inch or two between their faces, but he immediately saw what the reason was: Krauser was holding the branding iron right next to their faces.

Summoning up his best glare, trying to ignore his hard-on, Leon growled. “Don’t even think about it.”

That pulled a laugh from Krauser, and immediately he set the cattle brand back into the fire. “I would never,” he said, a grin dancing on his lips. “A face like yours is too perfect to mark.”

-- Or, the one wherein Krauser brands Leon as his own. For a while it seems he's won, but eventually Leon gets what he deserves.

#nivannedy #metaltango #kreon #piers nivans #leon kennedy #jack krauser #leon s kennedy #my fics #my nivannedy fics #my kreon fics #i am fond of this one too :3 #krauser fucks leon up #and piers rescues him years later lmao #just what i enjoy #also only one more whumptober fic to go after this #i'm almost done posting them