#it's sadism requires a story

[st-severus]

when ppl are like "they better not get a redemption arc" about a villain... it's like oh no, yes it would be so so terrible if someone realized the consequences of their actions and took steps to make amends for them 🙄

#yikes then there would be no one left to punish! #the horror #it's sadism requires a story #not a story requires sadism #redemption arcs #villains #tumblr troubles

[smuttysabina]

(Jennie x Male Reader 1300 words) Forceful sex, 69ing, doggy style, creampie eating, some derogatory language

To experience Jennie's love life, is to experience an endless expanse of banal disappointment. Her lovers far too often prove to be insufficient to fulfill her needs, even when she takes them in pairs, by the dozen, even in their hundreds. They are never enough to satisfy the ceaseless burning of lust within Jennie. Her curse is hardly unique amongst idols, but it manifests itself most strongly in the girls of Blackpink. Lisa manages it by giving in fully to her depraved desires, there is no limit that she is unwilling to gleefully break to achieve orgasm; though she has grown canny in her treatment of her sex pets, the longer they last the better they get. Jisoo hides her frustrations behind a cracking façade of mindless kindness, treating her lovers with such attention that they become addicted to her soothing, forgiving touches... All lies, internally she is screaming just as much as the others when her lovers falter and fail all too early once more. Rose though, no longer even bothers hiding her fury at her slaves uselessness, snarling as she abuses them with an alarming sadism that they learn to adore. And Jennie, is simply distant. She moves through her sex with annoyed indifference, unable to comprehend her fans' eternal inability to please her. Why are they unable to continue after orgasming several times? The limitations of mortal flesh are simply baffling to Jennie.

Which is not to say Jennie does not achieve orgasm, she does, many times a night as she works her way through her nightly line of fans, eager to get destroyed. But every climax only builds up the last, instead of satiating her they only cause her lust to grow to ever greater heights. Until at the end Jennie is left surrounded by exhausted bodies, while hers still shrieks with unquenched desire. So Jennie has grown cold, tainting her interactions with fans with a sickly undercurrent of disgust; none of them will ever truly satisfy her. It does no stop her from trying though, her sexual addiction remains undiminished even in the face of continuous disappointment; driving her to continue fucking even if she knows it will never be sated. But this story is not about Jennie encountering her magical, fated lover, the one who can fulfill her every need. Unless you can fuck her for a month straight then its unlikely you would fit the requirements. No, this story is about you getting fucked senseless by a sex goddess, who has really tipped past the point where she even bothers to care about your wellbeing. May God have mercy upon your cock, because Jennie certainly won't.

And Jennie absolutely isn't, slamming her petite ass back against your crotch with mechanical fervor, her pussy gripping you tightly as it drags along your shaft. Her divine cunt has already devoured countless cocks this night, at times even getting stuffed by two or more; yet you would not know if from the strength at which it clenches around your manhood. The perfect combination of lubrication, speed, texture and tightness, already has you shuddering in ecstasy, on the verge of a supreme eruption. Your groans grow ever louder as you try to hold on, but Jennie is relentless, uncaring of such petty concerns like your growing orgasm. She is too busy trying to enjoy herself. With a tormented groan your balls empty themselves, spewing vast quantities of semen into Jennie's merciless cunt. Who continues fucking you, even as your cock quivers with sensation overload from being pleasured so soon after release. Jennie only pauses in her efforts when she notices your cock soften enough to plop out of her as she pulls back. A thin trickle of seed escapes from her pussy as she looks back at you, irritated that you would falter so soon. Get it back up. Now.

Of course, you knew what you were getting into when you joined the others inside of Jennie's room; you all did. Every Blink knows of their idols' voracious desires; and are often all too willing to sacrifice themselves for even an hour of pure bliss that comes from mating with the divine. So when Jennie descended upon you to defile your cock after destroying an entire room full of men, you were ready. Well at least you thought you were, until you had a sex goddess furiously glaring at you, demanding that you get hard for her again.

Stammering, you beg Jennie to use her mouth to get help revive you already battered manhood. She pauses for a moment, before nodding, and with one hand she shoves you onto your back; twisting her body so that the only thing you see is her ass plummeting towards your face. Jennie adroitly parks her creampied pussy atop your mouth, trusting that you would figure out what she wanted you to do. Lisa or Rose would revel in this, thoroughly enjoying the delicious punishment of making you lick you own seed out of their cunts. But Jennie simply doesn't care, you are going to pleasure her pussy, while she sucks you off, such depraved ideas are alien to her. So you are treated to the wonderful taste of an idol's soaking pussy, hot, wet, salty, with a tang of piss and semen. Meanwhile your dick is in rapture, as Jennie's warm tongue skillfully coaxes it back to its full length. She doesn't stop sucking you though, continuing to bob her head atop your cock, her lips sealing tight against your shaft as she suckles on it. Her gag reflex in nonexistent taking your entire length from tip to base without a sound of complaint. It is obvious Jennie is enjoying it however, as her pussy begins to drip and spasm against your mouth, as she grinds against you as if you were a pillow. Lost in heady pleasure, your climax hits you suddenly, and you moan into Jennie's pussy as your seed is sucked out of your trembling balls.

Your relief is short-lived however, as Jennie clambers off of your now filthy face, shifting back to position herself about your cock. Looking up at Jennie's callous face, you realize that not a single drop of your cum escaped her mouth. Breathless, you force out an apology, for not lasting long enough to cum inside of her pussy once more. A bemused smile crosses Jennie's lips, she truly does not care where you spill your seed, starting to slowly stroke your cock into usability once more. She is not sickeningly obsessed with semen, like that perverse matriarch Jihyo is; who is so obsessed with the primal act of reproduction she has become addicted to breeding. Nor does she yearn for all those other mushy aspects of sex; she is hardly desperate for grotesque adoration like that needy bitch-princess Yuna. No, you are all just meat to Jennie; how often, or where, you choose to waste your cum is immaterial to her, so long as it doesn't inhibit your lovemaking abilities. Her audible introspection ends however as she notices you stiff in her hand once more, and she smoothly mounts you. The barest hint of teasing indulgence shows as she reassures you that your next loads will not be "wasted" anywhere but inside of her pussy. You've already given Jennie your best, now all that's left is for her to wring out what further pleasure she can from your body. Do try to last, she does so hate to be disappointed...

An exhausted haze fills your mind as you float upon the edges of unconsciousness, your crotch a void of soreness and pain. Jennie looks down at you musing, why must you all be so weak? She sighs, groping for something out of vision before bringing a phone to her ears.

"Bring in the next hundred, this batch proved to be mostly... mediocre." Jennie idly pats you on the chest, "You were... less disappointing than most, enjoy your recovery fuck-meat." She then stalks off, already focused upon the next roomful of fans she will be fucking her way through.

It is curse, to be a sex goddess

#kpop smut #blackpink smut #jennie smut #blackpink jennie #jennie kim

[thesightstoshowyou]

i humbly request the lovely asa emory for 24 on the six word stories:3

p.s. you can literally take this whatever direction you want because anything you write is fucking incredible

Your wish is my command, bestie! ❤️ Thank you so much.

24. "It's good to know you're safe."

Warnings: Mentions of blood, finger and fingernail trauma, sadism and a little masochism I guess?

It’s finnicky, this wiring. The spring has given him trouble as well. He’d had to modify one from another device and shorten it to the exact length required. One millimeter off and the trap would fail.

The wire snaps for a third time. Thin steel whips against the tips of his fingers and slices two of them open, one of his nails cracking down the center with the force. Asa grits his teeth and grips his bleeding digits, little drops of blood marking his path across the worn carpet as he retrieves a rag.

Asa breathes in through his nose and squeezes his injured fingers until the pain makes him flinch. He resists the urge to just smash the whole thing to pieces and start over. Instead, he circles around the table on which the contraption sits, studying its mechanisms.

The design itself made sense as he’d drawn out the plans. It’s specific purpose required it be constructed from scratch, which Asa had done many times before, but this particular execution continues to prove challenging.

Asa tilts his head in thought.

Challenging, perhaps, but not impossible.

The screen to his left flicks on, revealing one of the east wing hallways. Motion detection. Asa watches a figure stumble into view, shouldering the wall to stay upright. Scarlet streaks are left behind on peeling wallpaper as they move.

Right on time.

Quickly, Asa wraps his wounds with electrical tape. Deft fingers retrieve a new length of wire to wrap and twist it in a new direction. It holds. Set the trigger.

A satisfied grin pulls at the corners of his mouth.

Slipping the mask over his head, he tightens the laces, then snaps on a pair of gloves. With one quick glance at the monitors, Asa strides from the room to traverse the labyrinth of hallways.

You stumble right into his arms, unsteady as a baby taking its first steps. It’s difficult to contain his smile when your face contorts, terror and dismay pulling a strangled sob from your throat. His eyes are drawn to the deep gash in your upper arm, your own little droplets of blood pattering onto ancient floorboards.

“P-Please, I did-did what you said, I g-got through the whole floor, please—

“It’s good to know you’re safe.” He does not conceal the intention in his voice. You don’t miss it, clever thing you are. The Collector revels in the way your eyes widen, your lip trembles, your head shakes back and forth in a silent plea.

He wraps his hand around your lacerated bicep and squeezes, steering you in the direction from which he came. Your simpering echoes down the hall.

“This way. I’ve made something for you.”

#asa emory #asa emory x reader #the collector 2009 #the collector x reader #the collection #writing prompts #thank you for the ask #thesightstoshowyou

[avelera]

Authority and the Urge: Morality and Redemption in Baldur's Gate 3

Theme 1: Domination vs. Freedom as an Alternative Moral Axis to Evil vs. Good

One thing that makes Baldur's Gate such a pleasure to play is that the writing team had such a clear understanding of their themes. Good and evil are not the clean-cut alignments of the D&D world. Rather, they reimagined good vs. evil along more subtle lines of domination and control vs. personal freedom and healing. For the most part, they are remarkably consistent without being preachy, which is no mean feat. Nor do they say you can't dabble in the morally ambiguous, indeed, all the Companions have dabbled in the morally gray and you are invited to draw your own line as to what behavior you find acceptable for them. Even Wyll and Karlach, the most morally upstanding, have made deals with devils for the greater good, and been press-ganged against their will into fighting for an evil tyrant. You are given the choice to say there is no redemption for even these unwilling moments of moral impurity, if you so choose. You can reject Gale for not telling you about the Orb immediately. You can kill Astarion for being a vampire, which isn't his fault. You can criticize and reject Shadowheart for her Shar worship and thus never learn the full extent of how much it was not her choice to join in the first place. You can also urge companions like Gale, Astarion, and Shadowheart to give in to their worst instincts and become true monsters, which brings me to the next important theme.

Theme 2: What is the Worth of a Single Life?

When speaking of themes in BG3, another major one is the power of one person to sway the path of others in their lives towards good or evil. One hand extended in friendship can draw Astarion back from a painful and self-destructive existence, the pursuit of power to insulate him from pain and harm that ultimately would lead him to perpetuate the cycle of abuse he suffered under. There are clear implications of how much the Companions life is changed by their encounter with the player character, in a really touching dynamic about the importance of one life to another, which also works as a game mechanic, imbuing your interactions as a player character with the satisfying power fantasy of being able to have social impact on your Companions as friends, loved ones, or (in an evil run) victims of your sadism. You can make or break them.

Which brings me, finally, to the Dark Urge. It's clear to my eyes that the Dark Urge was originally planned as The Custom Character path. What I imagine happened next, however, is that they realized that there were hard story beats in the Dark Urge's narrative, certain deaths for example, which would be supremely limiting and unsatisfying for many players, who would chafe against the lack of choice.

The Dark Urge is a fantastic novel character, since characters in a novel don't have to do what the reader would do, but video games with their interactive nature usually require a bit more freedom of choice for players to be satisfying. Obviously there are exceptions to this rule, but in general it's very challenging and rarely attempted in video games to put the player-controlled character into a situation where the player loses agency, where the character dies without player freedom to prevent it, makes choices contrary to what the player character would do in a game that otherwise offers choice, or that simply kills the player character without the option to avoid that fate. It can be done but it's very very tough, some of the biggest complaints leveled at RPGs like BG3 or Dragon Age games is when the narrative takes choice away or makes the character make choices, unavoidably, that players would not make or would fight to avoid if they could. They are often the center of the greatest fandom ire. So that's why I think the OC Tav with the blank backstory was created, for those who chafed at the lovely but restrictive narrative arc of the Dark Urge.

Mirrors of Morality: The Dark Urge's Redemption

I mention that I think the Dark Urge is fundamental to the core design of the game because their narrative path so nicely mirrors the other Companions. A blank-slate Tav is wonderful to work with, and very freeing, but you are left with the slightly hollow feeling of not having nearly the level of trauma or issues to work through that the Companions do. Your character has no past and few opportunities to form a coherent narrative that precedes the events of the tadpoling the way the others do. From a gameplay perspective this is of course nearly impossible to do otherwise, they can't anticipate every RP headcanon a player might run, but they can offer one with the Dark Urge who has the same sort of deep dichotomy and divide in their backstory that the others have.

That said, I completed an Evil Dark Urge run before I completed a good one, despite rolling two attempts at a good Dark Urge before stumbling onto an Evil Dark Urge that worked for me (an older drow matriarch, for those curious).

The reason I struggled was because I couldn't imagine a Good Dark Urge with agency in their prior life. My evil Dark Urge was a willing partner of Gortash and Thorm. One reason I made her older was because I imagined her as mature, worldly, cruel, sadistic, and completely on board with the plot. The amnesia was only a brief interruption to her plans, a distraction. Once she recalled enough of her life and previous goals to piece together her part in the Dead Three plot, she went right back into enacting it and, in the end, won, becoming the unquestioning ruler of a world of thralls in Bhaal's name. If anything, the dialogue options that implied that Bhaal was the one controlling her, or that she had done anything but make her own choices were almost insulting. This woman knew what she was doing, beginning to end, with the amnesia as only a minor interruption.

But this interpretation of the Dark Urge was based on the letter we find in the Dark Urge's point of view, where again, they show no unwillingness to be an agent of the Dead Three plot. Gortash's warm welcome further cemented the view in my mind: the Dark Urge knew what they were doing and was a willing evil participant.

So how, I wondered, can anyone justify a Good Dark Urge? Not saying it can't be done, but how?

The implications I found troubling at first were that anyone who was evil would become good if they were simply removed from their environment. It had a ring of a sort of natural innocence, a sort of "noble savage" worldview that all of us would tilt towards good if our minds were wiped clean. Optimistic in some ways, very dangerous in its implications in others. Then I realized it wasn't a statement. It was a question.

Theme 3: Nature vs. Nurture

I then realized that nature vs. nurture is actually everywhere in BG3 side plots. Another reinforcement of the fact the Dark Urge storyline is baked into the DNA of the story. You have the Githyanki egg plot, Baelen's memory loss making him a good but absentminded person (which can be undone if you give him noblestalk, when he reverts back to the cruel man he was), heck, even the owlbear cub can be given a loving home where he thrives. You are shown, over and over again, stories where you can choose and contribute to and ponder whether or not evil is a product of nature or nurture, in a way that's incredibly relevant to pondering the Dark Urge's path forward under amnesia. Was this Bhaalspawn evil by nature or by choice? It's very juicy stuff.

Furthermore: all of the companions actually offer ways to rationalize the Dark Urge and choose a path forward for them to fall back into evil or move forward into good. This is because the writers of BG3 are actually superb at thematic mirroring. Each Companion can be a mirror for one way to understand the Dark Urge, how they were evil in the past, and how they could choose to change.

Shadowheart: Indoctrinated into the cult of a cruel god from childhood, you grew up in a world where the only moral compass you had was utterly controlled by those around you. You never knew a different world than the cult of Shar/Bhaal. Now with your memory wiped, you have the option to listen to the voice deep down that says the cruelty demanded of you by the little you can remember feels wrong or even follow the good examples of your newfound Companions to see a different way to live. Maybe you always had goodness in you deep down, but the society you knew channeled you towards evil that you're only now free of, albeit with a past full of holes you're trying to fill in again.

Karlach: Maybe you were never a truly willing participant in the Bhaal cult. Incredibly skilled at killing, yes. Perhaps a bit morally flexible to get involved with figures like Gortash. But ultimately, when you were whisked out of the bloody war and world that you were immersed in by circumstance, you saw your chance to get your old life back from before the Bhaal cult and you took it. Baldur's Gate is your home. People like Karlach are the ones hurt by the actions of the Dead Three Plot that you might never have put a face to if you'd never been taken from that world. Now that you see the harm caused, now that you're free, you can finaly become your own person again after being a foot soldier for evil forces.

Lae'zel: You were a true believer in Bhaal's cult. You grew up worshipping your evil god. It's the only life you knew and the only life that gave you meaning. You were a willing participant but before now, you'd never known any other life. However, through exposure to other people, other cultures, other ways of life, you're beginning to see that there are ways to live outside your narrow life of indoctrination in violence. The final blow comes to this worldview when you learn that your beloved god is completely fine with your destruction. They allowed Orin to take your place. Bhaal/Vlaakith would see you destroy and enslave the world for their own glory and be perfectly happy to destroy you at the end of all your hard, devoted work. You did not sin against Bhaal by rebelling against the full horror of his cruelty and negligence towards you, rather, Bhaal has sinned against you.

Gale: You were the beloved Chosen of Bhaal. Coddled, cradled, told you were special and perfect and wonderful. Of course you happily participated in the Dead Three plot, you lived a charmed life as the elevated darling of your deity. But then something went wrong. You were cast out. You've awoken lesser than you were, your body betrays you, you've lost knowledge that once made you walk among mortals as a near-godly figure. And it seems like Bhaal/Mystra doesn't care, as you wander the wilderness. You're hurt. Betrayed. Tadpoled. Orin has taken your place so easily, just as Gale was cast aside so easily. You don't know what you did wrong. You're angry. Resentful. How dare Mystra/Bhaal cast you aside so easily? They offer you a solution to get back into their good graces which require a complete denial, a complete destruction of yourself - becoming Bhaal's chosen once more or blowing yourself up for redemption. Ultimately, the way forward is in choosing yourself and relying on your own cleverness, rather than being seduced back into their circle of influence.

Astarion: Bhaal was a cruel master to you who controlled your every move. That doesn't mean you were a nice person though, or you didn't enjoy murder. But now you are finally free of Bhaal/Cazador's immediate reach. They cannot fulfill their evil plot without you. You can destroy them now, undermine them, or replace them - fulfill the Dead Three plot in your own name. Or you can take this chance once finally outside their grasp to rediscover who you really are, what you want, all the while your hungers drive you towards continuing to take the lives of others. But perhaps the help of new friends can help you deny these urges and steer you towards being a new person. What that new, better person is, what they even look like, is unclear to you, you've never really had positive influences. But maybe you can find it together.

Wyll: You lived your own life before you ended up in Bhaal's plot, as Bhaal's chosen. But that life was stolen. Now, through circumstances beyond your control, you have disappointed your father. Is there a way to escape the reach of Bhaal's control, Bhaal's pact? Will you sacrifice your soul to redeem yourself in the eyes of your father?

Honorable Mention - Minthara: Tadpoled and controlled by the Absolute, you are now set on throwing down all old gods that once thought to control you. Maybe you'll take over the Dead Three plot in your own name. Maybe you'll just take pleasure in tearing it down for your own reasons. Either way, your gods have sinned against you, the cult of the Absolute controlled you, and now you are unleashed to take vengeance.

With the Dark Urge, any one of these paths can provide a map for how to imagine your life under Bhaal's cult. Any one can provide a map for how to make use of your newfound freedom and to justify becoming a better person and saving the world. Or choosing not to.

#bg3 #bg3 meta #the dark urge #this got long but oh well i had a lot of thoughts that kinda went together

[kylarsobsession]

i was talking with a friend about how we both really think dol could use more violence and like...the ideas we came up with...i wish i knew how to mod LOL but i REALLY think this could be implemented and work within the story

i think having the option for the PC to kill unnamed NPCs if they're close enough to a breaking point after going through so much would fit so good in the game. maybe just one or two in specific scenarios so it's not like you're a serial killer but it would add flavor to the PC.

like if you meet certain requirements during a noncon encounter with a random unnamed NPC you can get you the chance to kill them, maybe kyler gives you a knife for self defense and protection at some point, or you just find a brick on the ground or a pipe. but i feel it fits more for spur of the moment so those last two work better

and OBVIOUSLY afterwards you get like, + + + + trauma and stress

maybe different stats give a different reaction, high sadism makes it so it's less trauma and stress? if it's repeatable maybe it stops giving trauma or stress? but I feel having it repeat would get boring and lose the impact.

but I think different outcomes would work!

There's a realization with + + + + trauma and + + + stress for one outcome

a different one with the text "you finally feel safe." With just + + trauma and - stress

Maybe if you've had max/near max trauma and stress for a while you just get text that's something like "you knew something like this would happen." And that could either raise or lower trauma/stress I feel.

also! killing someone would DEFINITELY amp up the horror aspects of dol, with ivory wraith already giving you hallucinations in the library where the students that usually talk about whatever get ivory's glowing text and call you graverobber and thief, you could get them calling you murderer and that could lead into a scene where sydney asks if you're alright, because you look sick you could have nightmares of it, waking up with + stress and/or + trauma. or if you wake up screaming you could get + love + robin's confidence if they run in to check on you. or bailey running in to check on you and offering you their..own kind of comfort. which i will talk more about next! you could get scenes for some LIs/Named NPCs where they try to comfort you if you confide in them, and depending on your stats with them if they believe you and worry for you, or if they think you're just some murderer.

characters I think would work for telling you killed someone (in self defense) robin: prompted to tell them if they run in to your room after you scream due to the nightmare, i think depending on how high/low their confidence is they could be scared of you but still love you, or hold you and tell you that they'll protect you

eden: i think they would be proud of you for defending yourself, but still get mad because you could have gotten hurt or caught by someone (also theyd think it was hot. sorry.)

black wolf (wolfperson): similar to eden, i don't think they'd really get how much of a big deal it would be for you to have killed someone, but they're also proud that you're strong enough to protect yourself

kylar: they'd tell you they could have done it for you, you didn't need to dirty your hands with this, but it's ok. they'll help you. don't worry. (if kylar is stalking you when the encounter happens they could help you hide the body after, otherwise you get a + + crime, but with kylar with you no + crime happens, though you end up passing missing person posters with the person you killed and get + + stress) (also would think you were hot for it)

bailey: they're mean, rude, and sell you off if you're short money, but they do care about you, they always come running in the orphanage when you yell, if you have a nightmare they can come running in, seeing that no one is in your room they can tell you to shut up, but they see your face and this obviously isn't like other times you've had nightmares. your face is different. they reluctantly sit on the edge of your bed (or just reluctantly ask you what's wrong) and you get the chance to tell them what you did, and how it's haunting you and all you can think about. obviously bailey is in some deep shit with what they do, they've absolutely dealt with murder before. they know how it can affect someone. and now two different things could happen. they sigh and walk over to you (getting up from the bed if they sat down) give you an awkward half hug, or they could sigh and tell you that they'll give you an extra day or two to get some money for rent, but just this once.

whitney: when they're in a relationship with you, i really feel they could border on kyler if they were a little more unhinged, with how protective they can get of you (punching someone in the stomach and beating them up and stealing from the person that either has sex with you or just SAYS they'd have sex with you on halloween) but i don't think they've ever done something as serious as kill a person, so they'd think you were bullshitting for a minute, until they see how serious you are, they'd get worried about if someone saw you, if you'd get caught, call you a dumbass while hugging you (sorry im weak to sweet whitney)

pure sydney: they get scared but try to reassure that they're sure it'll be ok, it was for your protection. They'll pray for you. - - love corrupt sydney: still taken aback but doesn't lose any love, says something about how if protecting yourself gets you sent to hell they'll go down with you

AND! i think the PC should be allowed to choke out NPCs during noncon encounters, if they manage to gain control of the situation.

depending on if this is before or after you killed someone the text could change

If you haven't killed anyone, you naturally stop once they pass out. but if you have you keep going until it's a force stop and you get + + trauma + + stress

#talking doll #degrees of lewdity #dol #robin the orphan #eden the hunter #black wolf the alpha #kylar the loner #bailey the caretaker #whitney the bully #sydney the fallen #anyways i think the PC should just simply be allowed to hurt people. #they've been hurt so much. they have so much anger in them. #what also came up in convo was we both think it would be fun to add a phone in dol. smiles #kylar sending u pictures of ur window <3 #avery paypaling u per nude #38 missed calls from bailey asking where the hell u are LOL

[nelkcats]

Romance is (Not) Dead

Little excerpt of chapter 3

Remember the complete story is in Ao3

"So how are you doing?" Jason questioned trying to hide the laugh behind his hand, that obviously wasn't working very well for him, or maybe he didn't care that Danny knew he was laughing, in which case, rude.

"I'm a fucking swan" Danny raised his wings in frustration, annoyed by his companion's amusement "And I'm not even the right color!"

The halfa had never seen a black swan before, although Dani had shown him pictures of some swans she'd encountered on her travels, apparently they could be very docile or extremely aggressive as the situation required. In this case, he felt very aggressive

"If it makes you feel any better, I think you're a very pretty swan" Jason said, holding back the urge to stroke his wings "and you're the right color, for a black swan"

Although Jason had doubts as to why Danny was that color. If he was right and they were in the story he thought, then originally the swan was white, and there was a completely different swan that was the main nemesis of black color. But that was impossible, the ghost wouldn't put them into a non-existent fable, would he?

On second thought, he would totally drag them into a never-before-told story just to see the end result.

He decided not to think about it for the moment, preferring to assume that Danny was stuck as the protagonist of the story and not the antagonist. The black swan did not have a happy ending, and it was never explained if there was a way to break her own curse.

She was quite an odd character, only appearing for a few minutes to ruin the Swan Princess happy ending, but Jason had always thought that maybe she didn't mean to ruin anything, and was just jealous of not having someone to dance with.

Loneliness is harmful enough, he wouldn't be surprised if the black swan only wanted love like the white one, but seeing that the only way to get it was to take it away from her counterpart, she did what he thought was best for her.

Or maybe he was just overanalyzing a dance. In his defense he couldn't help it, it was Cass's favorite dance, she performed it once a year and always requested the presence of her entire family.

The story was so popular that it became a book, and then a movie, but technically it started out as a dance. Jason wondered which of the three had taken Ghostwriter as his inspiration for the current situation.

"That doesn't make me feel better! Black swans even exist!?" Danny looked at him in disbelief, at least it seemed like he was listening to him that time "whatever, we have to figure out how to break this curse"

"I'm pretty sure you just need a kiss" Jason said, avoiding spouting all the information Damian had told him about black swans

"Actually, just leave me like this and release me when you see the Ghostwriter, there's a game I wanna play with him" Danny said after he thought of an excellent solution to his current problem.

"Which is…?" Jason questioned narrowing his eyes. He was suspicious that Danny would resign so quickly and he didn't believe one bit that the emotion showed in that sentence was positive.

"Untitled Ghost Swan Game" Danny said with a bit of sadism, feeling proud of his idea.

#DPxDC #Black Swan Danny #black swan #parody #they are living in Ghostwriter book as a punishment for Danny #Jason is living the best moment of his life #dp x dc #dc x dp #dead on main #I love this chapter you have no idea #Ghostwriter is really OP #dpxdc #romance is not dead #jason todd x danny fenton

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The Loving Master series - #BG3 FanFic Review

Review by Apollo (@apollo-stories)

Good timezone my friends, I am happy to present another constellation in the bright sky of fanfiction: The Loving Master series by calqmity on AO3. (You can find the author on Tumblr at @calqmity and on Twitter.)

A note from the BG3 Fic Reviews team: As always, mind the tags, and for this wonderfully dark work in particular, as it includes numerous controversial and dark themes. These include NSFW; dead dove; necrophilia; non-con elements; and abusive relationships; among others. Our review is continued below the fold due to the heavy nature of the content in this particular series.

Virtual photography by @xandirge.

The series is comprised of three separate works exploring the dark desires of our favourite bloodsucker Ascended Astarion. It starts with The Doll Collector, a fantastic title in and of itself with no small amount of sinister foreshadowing. 

In this story there is a constant and ominous theme of dehumanisation as well as an exploration of Astarion’s relationship with death. The author details Ascended Astarion’s recently devised methods of collecting his new vampire spawn cohort, as well as the addiction he develops in controlling their lifeless bodies. (Reminder: mind the tags!)

Astarion is obsessively controlling, and takes great delight in stripping any sort of independence or autonomy from his spawn that they may have once enjoyed in their former lives. It is a dark work, and there is no healing to be found here. This is an excellently constructed examination of Ascended Astarion’s dark mind and how he fulfills his most toxic needs as his spawn become his latest possessions to play with at his leisure.

The Unbearable Pressure, the author's second work in the series, is no different to its predecessor in its exploration of Ascended Astarion's growing darkness and cruelty. This work focuses more on on his relationship with his most disobedient spawn, Blaze, and his efforts to break her and ensure her obedience. 

The theme of dehumanisation and dollification gets more pronounced the further we read. Astarion wants to control every single part of his spawn. And even despite the obvious sadism of his actions, Astarion genuinely believes he is doing his spawn a kindess, and grapples to understand why his spawn are not more grateful for his 'assistance' and what he considers his dedicated 'care'. The author has expressed Astarion's delusion of benevolence well, as our narrator is wonderfully unreliable.

Haunted By Your Touch, Aching For Your Love is our third and final work in the series, and quite possibly my favourite of the three! (I would call it a crowd pleaser, but that requires that the crowd in question likes breaking characters down and making them suffer oh so deliciously.)

The cycle of abuse and the affection for one’s captor can be difficult to write in fiction. There is a common mistake of stepping back from the scene and becoming more clinical in order to convey why the cycle is happening and why it continues, and, in so doing, create a disconnect between the reader and the characters. This work sees that tripping point coming from miles away and does cartwheels over it. 

We are deep in Astarion’s mind and psyche in this work as his delusions and twisted perspective have completely erased any distinction between reality and his wicked desires. It is left to the keen eye of the reader to pick up on the subtle hints and evidence of his delusions, which are expertly described by the author via the reactions of the other characters that suffer Astarion's whims and mistreatment.

The Loving Master, as a whole, is a wonderful exploration into dark themes and abusive relationships. Astarion’s character is portrayed consistently through the entire series using beautiful metaphors that I could hear Astarion himself repeating in his own voice. And beyond our lead antagonist, the author's original characters are well-written and developed, becoming well-established personalities in their own right. Each one has their own clear motivations and responds to Astarion differently, adding to the depth of the overall narrative with every line. These stories are also structurally sound, as you can look forward to a healthy mix of short and long paragraphs and sentence structures that makes the story easy to read and easy to enjoy.

Mind the tags on AO3, as The Loving Master does not shy away from NSFW elements and very heavy themes. 

Enjoy your dove, but be aware. It is very, very dead.

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We have included a snippet of The Doll Collector below for your enjoyment, as well as the author's tags as they are currently listed on AO3 for this particular work. Please remember to support the author by leaving kudos and comments on their work on AO3. 🫶

The Doll Collector

"One more bite, is all it would take."

And now his beautifully pliant Lydia laid underneath him, fully submitted to his one desire: for her to become his. Her jet black hair framed her round, delicate face. Through her long, black eyelashes, her dark purple eyes stared up at him, wide and vulnerable. The indigo moonlight skin that bruised wonderfully under the force of his fingers was soft and warm to the touch.

"Be gentle," her quiet voice trembled.

There was nothing gentle about forging an undead monster out of an innocent, precious soul—his perfectly obedient, beautiful little monster, yet a monster nonetheless—but he could pretend, for just a moment.

He brought her wrist up to his mouth, laying a feather light kiss on top of the flesh, eating the garnish before digging into the main course. He cradled it in his hands before sinking his teeth in. Her quick yelp from the sudden pain sent a raging, hot inferno through his abdomen, encouraged by the red delicacy on his tastebuds.

Eventually he forced himself to pull away, letting the bloodied, shaking hand fall from his grasp. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her head, trapping his prey.

"You have given me everything...thank you." His words came out breathy and in between sighs of pleasure. The taste of her blood lingered on his lips, but it wasn't enough. He needed every last drop. While the ritual had rid him of the hunger caused by his supernatural curse, it had been replaced with a new hunger: to take, to take, and to take, from everyone around him. He wanted it all.

She look terrified out of her mind about what was about to happen, her eyes glancing at the liquid ruby dripping down his chin. In this moment, she looked like a porcelain doll. Her plump lips and flushed cheeks had a warm glow cast on them from the candle light in the tavern room. But when his fangs pierced her neck, she did not crack—only screamed. It was like biting into the plumpest, ripest fruit in the orchard, and her cries of pain were the beautiful notes of the birds' song high above in the sky.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfic review #bg3ficreviews #mind the tags!

[erisenyo]

Hi yes a question from the audience: Zutara blood bending bdsm??? Can you elaborate on that? (Sorry if this is weird. I just know I won’t see it if I reply on AO3 and I am desperate to hear the details of this idea)

Lol you got over here FAST. Absolutely I can elaborate on my like, one true vision for Zutara, which is more of a vibe than any kind of coherent story idea.

This would be something set in/around/after Zuko joins the Gaang of course, Zuko taking this risk joining them, being on edge, and being very aware of Katara's power in particular (and maybe more aware of her own strength than she is, even, since he has broader context).

And I have no idea how it would come about, but Zuko would be kind of scared, kind of awed, kind of into Katara's power, and the bloodbending in particular, like starting morbidly fascinated and going from there. And there would be this thread of Katara simultaneously exploring and understanding and embracing her power/bending/sexuality all at the same time (my fave combo lol).

I think it would be more of a submission/dominance thing than the sadism/masochism side. Zuko willingly giving his body to her to bloodbend on, and all the trust that it requires, and him wanting that trust even if he isn't entirely sure of her yet and pushing himself to it anyway because that's what he does is push himself regardless of his current reality, and being all scared-exhilarated by it the whole time because someone controll your body with bloodbending is probably horrifying, but if you're giving yourself over to it instead of fighting (if you're making yourself relax and give in and submit)...

And he's an adrenaline junky so he wouldn't be able to stop coming back, because it would be this total rush mixed with like a shared secret and this tenuous-growing-stronger connection when he's just walked away from his prior life, and telling himself it's helping someone too (because Katara would be working through her bloodbending is evil baggage, and isn't helping her by offering up his body the perfect excuse).

Basically I think Zuko would be hard from go if only from the adrenaline, but Katara's bending would be inside him and in his blood and where is all that blood going, and, well. They'd dance around this like, kinky D/S stuff for a while, maybe never touching but edging more and more openly into something sexual, Zuko being the one getting stripped bare and vulnerable but it and also the one getting this sexual and larger gratification from it, but only as much as Katara will give him.

And meanwhile there's Katara recognizing and owning and mastering her power, and realizing how much of her power in the situation is her bending vs just herself, this simultaneous exploration and risk in pushing Zuko and realizing she likes it, or at least likes having that kind of power over him specifically. And add in all the baggage of Zuko being on his knees for someone and vulnerable to bending in particular, and Katara might start off angry and suspicious but it wouldn't stay that way.

And...that's what I've got haha. More vibe than fic, I regularly mourn the untapped kinky potential of bloodbending, and totally unrelatedly, can I direct you to a deep delight of the blood by eruthos over on ao3?)

#asks and answers #ddanieldemi #Zutara #Truly I am rambling #Such a huge part of Katara's arc for me is about like facing and owning her anger and her impact on the people and world around her #And her own power and confidence and what it means to act to feel better vs actually drive impact and change #And the fact that there aren't more kinky fics out there marrying that to some fun d/s smut is a mystery to me

[lady-october]

Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only) Previous Chapters : 1-9 on Archive of Our Own

Story Content : 18+, Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Dom/Sub, Sadism/Masochism, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Breath play, Dirty talk.

Summary :

“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.” She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.

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Chapter 10: Tear me to pieces, sell me for parts

Chapter title is lyrics from "Doomed"

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The soft whirring of a vacuum could be heard in the distance as I came to. I pried my eyes open to see sun beams painting the walls in shades of warm yellow through the gaps of the hotel room curtains. 

Then a couple of things happened in quick succession. 

I noticed the warm body nestled into me from behind, and the arm so lovingly wrapped around me, which I was holding onto just as affectionately. Aside from my mouth feeling like I’d had a serving of sand for breakfast, I couldn’t have been more comfortable.

As I was laying there, trying to simply relax for once, the memories from last night began to swim back to me; Oli’s attempt at making me jealous, me actually becoming jealous – which was a whole other can of worms that required dealing with at some point – and of course, the sex. 

Unease settled in as I knew I’d have to confess the choking went too far, although this morning didn’t seem like the right time.

In the back of my mind I knew that no time would probably ever feel like the right time, but I pushed that aside.

So much for relaxing.

As my mind was roaming, I had mindlessly let my eyes roam as well, and after a couple of seconds it became obvious that I wasn’t currently in Oli’s room, but my own. I frowned, realising I couldn’t remember how we ended up here. It also occurred to me that because I was already in my room, I didn’t even have the option to slip out unnoticed this morning. 

I felt the seeds of panic begin to grow in my gut, but I firmly decided to push them aside with the rest of things I didn’t want to think about right now.

Which was becoming a frighteningly long list of things.

Before I chickened out, knowing I couldn’t keep ignoring him forever, I made the rash decision to let my hand caress his arm, gently testing if he was awake. As my fingers traced the patterns on his skin, my gaze followed, causing me to look down and make yet another discovery.

Am I naked?

I didn’t get a single moment to sit with that thought as he immediately spoke up from behind.

“Morning, love.” 

His tone was low and relaxed, yet alert; he must have been awake already.

Crap, what now?

Wishing I’d taken just a second to figure out how to behave this morning before seeing if he was awake, especially considering I couldn’t remember big parts of the night, I did the only thing that came to mind; make smalltalk.

“How did you sleep?” My dry throat strained to get the words out.

“Some nightmares, hope I didn’t wake you.” 

As he spoke he removed the arm I had been caressing in order to push the hair away from my shoulder and gently kiss the sore skin there. The emotional discomfort I was experiencing faded, instead being replaced with embers of desire.

“No, I was out cold.” I answered with a grin.

I let myself roll onto my back to face him, and I was met by large hazel eyes, framed by the remnants of eyeliner from the concert, looking down at me. His hair was unusually tousled, his face more stubbly than most days, yet all of this just made him look even more beautiful in the warm glow of the morning light. 

As he was scanning my face his relaxed expression shifted to contain hints of sadness.

“Really bad nightmares then?” I asked vaguely, not wanting to pry in case it was a sore subject for him.

I placed my hands on his chest to feel him, to comfort him, as he broke eye contact and let an awkward smile appear on his features. I was about to speak up, tell him that it’s alright, we don’t need to talk about it, when everything started to seem just that tad bit too familiar. 

My hands on his chest, me looking up at him, his nervous expression…

Before I knew it the memories hit me with the force of a tsunami, and I was immediately transported back to the crisp night air, leaning against the outer wall of the hotel. His words swimming around my head in one big jumbled mess; his reasons for almost relapsing our first night together, how negatively he views himself, and of course – how he feels about me.

‘I think I’m falling for you, Alice.’

I swallowed, noticing my nails digging into his chest. 

Whatever seeds of panic I had managed to push to the side was back, and multiplying at an alarming rate.

He looked down at my hands, then back at me with a deep frown. My panic must have been written all over my face cause he started to pull away.

“I think it’s time for me to get going.” He said coldly, before he sat up and bent over to collect his trousers, slipping into them. I found myself grabbing wordlessly for him as he was getting ready to leave, but to no avail. He was clearly in a rush as he didn’t even bother to slip his shirt on, instead flinging it over his shoulder, taking long strides towards the door.

More panic was building in my chest; a mixture of the memories of his words, but also because him leaving now felt inexplicitly horrible, and I couldn’t just let it happen.

So I shot up into a sitting position and yelled after him, “Wait!”

He stopped, looking back at me. There was so much hurt in his eyes, causing an ache in my own chest merely from the sight of him. 

But at least he’d stopped.

I scrambled to think of anything to say, or do. 

Then it hit me.

Feeling awkward about being completely naked considering the current situation, I still decided to get out of bed and walk up to him. He watched me with intense curiosity during every step, only adding to how extremely, painfully aware I was of the fact that I wasn’t wearing anything at all.

Pushing through, I positioned myself in front of him, and demanded what I wanted. 

“Give me your phone.” I said boldly, trying to forget about my state.

His head tilted to the side, faint signs of the same playfulness from last night flickered across his features, “Why?”

“Cause I said so.” I retorted, a lot more shyly this time. 

He squinted at me for a moment, then his gaze dropped to my body – just for a second – but it was enough to make me squirm. Thankfully he didn’t let me suffer for long, as he finally reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone, and handed it to me.

I took it off of him in a hurry, only to realise it was locked.

Of course it was. 

When I looked back up at him he was fighting a smile, obviously trying to make this simple task as difficult for me as possible .

Sighing, I handed it back to him, “Unlock it.” I said, hoping he’d simply do it. I tried to muster up the same boldness from earlier, but it fell short.

He inclined his head slightly, causing his eyes to darken as he asked, “Demanding, aren’t we?”

He didn’t break eye contact as he took the phone back. I thought I’d won, but alas.

“Say please.” 

While laid back and teasing, the words were an order, making my attempts at boldness sound pathetic.

I looked up at him, pleading as I spoke, moreso to end my suffering at this point than to get my way.

“Please.” I said softly.

He held my gaze for a moment longer, and I could tell something in him relaxed and gave in, then he proceeded to unlock the phone and place it in the palm of my hand. 

Wasting no time, I went straight to his contacts, adding myself in a hurry and sent myself a single period – both to double check that I’d key’d everything in correctly, but also so I’d have his number saved. I heard my phone vibrate from across the room, then I left the chat open and handed the phone back to him. 

“At least this way we can chat whenever we want.” I said quietly, folding my arms – both to cover myself out of discomfort, but also because I was feeling unsure about my gesture. My hope was that it showed I cared on some level, despite being overwhelmed by his confessions from last night.

The phone disappeared into his pocket, “Alright, thanks.” He said with a smile, but I couldn’t tell if it was forced or not.

In fact, he was significantly harder to read than usual.

I nervously smiled back at him before he continued towards the exit. 

Right before he left he shot me one last sly glance.

“Clothes don’t do you justice, love.” He said with a much more genuine smile, causing my nerves to ease, and my own smile to soften.

Sadly my gesture hadn’t been as effective as I hoped.

After barely having enough time to shower and get ready, it was time to checkout and get going. When everyone had gotten on the bus and we were ready to set off, I couldn’t help but feel disappointment over the fact that Oli had positioned himself as far away from me as possible, and avoided eye contact while doing so.

I stared at the open chat on my phone as Liam pulled out of the hotel parking lot, wondering if I should message him, realising I didn’t know what to say. 

Do I ask if he’s okay? No, I knew he wasn’t. Also if he wanted to talk about it he would have done that this morning instead of leaving in a hurry. 

I could send him a stupid meme, or some of the hilarious fan art I’d been collecting over the past weeks, one of which depicting the band members as different dairy products – somehow turned sexual. 

Yet something so light-hearted felt inappropriate, almost as if I was overlooking his pain and trying to sweep it under the rug.

Frowning, I put my phone away for now, feeling defeated.

Hours passed and the city scenery turned into desert landscapes. Oli hadn’t said a word to me, either via text or in person, and I was growing increasingly impatient. I had managed to position myself across from him again after many attempts at offering the guys snacks and drinks hoping he would speak up, but to no avail. I had even attempted to join in on the conversations, something I very rarely did unless directly spoken to, but only the other band members had responded to me.

When everything else failed I instead tried to stare at him less, attempting to stay sane, knowing looking at him only caused me to spiral further, but muscle memory took over and I found myself stealing the usual glances.

And of course he looked as hot as ever.

While still casual, he appeared slightly more dressed up than the first day on the bus. A grey sleeveless shirt adorned with some satanic looking symbol, paired with ripped black jeans. But it was his hair that made him look a bit more put together, as whatever product he’d put in it caused his curls to cascade more controlled and defined as they framed his face. 

Meanwhile I felt like a slob. Bare face, more tour merch, and some simple shorts. Knowing that comfort and practicality had to come first as we were spending at least two nights on the bus.

I was staring with contempt at the stupid, lonesome period I sent from Oli’s phone, when Liam spoke up from the driver's seat, “There’s a diner up ahead we can stop at, they have some incredible pancakes if you guys want to stop for a while.”

After having been cramped up on the bus all day, only having had random snacks, everyone agreed they could use a hot meal and stretch their legs.

Or so I thought, but as we started filtering out of the bus I heard Oli speak up behind me. I turned around to see him holding Lee's arm, having stopped him to talk, “Bring me back some pancakes, will ya? Slept absolutely horrid, think I’ll have a quick nap.”

“Sure mate.” Lee responded casually.

I saw a chance to get him alone, and I pounced, “I’ll get them for you!” I said in a hurry, only just catching Oli’s look of disapproval before turning on my heels and evacuating the vehicle.

I tried not to be alarmed over the fact that I had made yet another rash decision, but adrenaline was hitting me as we were walking into the diner, causing my mind to run in circles, filling it with every thought imaginable, which was about as useful as having no thoughts at all.

A bell chimed as we stepped through the doors. It was a charming little place, everything painted in bright retro colours, and smelled like heaven. Everyone ordered too much food for any one person, and I got myself and Oli some coffee and a container of pancakes each.

As I was about to leave with my order, hoping no one would notice the fact that Oli hadn’t wanted his order until we were all heading back, Liam stopped me. 

“I’ll keep the lads here as long as I can, which I’m sure won't be hard since we’ve been on that bus all day – and isn’t this just the most adorable place?” He asked, moreso as a comment than a question, because he continued before I could get a word in, “but will you please use at least some of the time to actually talk to him?”

I squinted at him, realising Liam once again knew entirely too much, “Don’t worry, I will.” 

And for once I actually intended to talk to him. The problem was I didn’t have a single clue what to say, my mind having gone uncomfortably and unfortunately blank. All I was certain of was that I wanted us to move past this as quickly and pain-free as possible. 

A confusing concoction of fear was stirring inside me; a mixture of so many emotions I didn't know where to start untangling them, so I took one last deep breath, as if attempting to exhale the fears, before stepping back onto the bus.

Unsurprisingly he had not gone for a nap, instead he was sitting on the sofa, his attention entirely on his phone. All the lights were off in the bus, but the sun was still high in the sky, shining brightly through the windscreen causing the light to bounce off of every surface, painting the interior in similar warm shades as the hotel room this morning.

Before taking a seat I decided to press the button to both close and lock the bus door – just in case, then I placed his coffee and pancakes on the little table next to the sofa, and sat down across from him.

Wordlessly, he opened the pancake container, grabbed a pancake with his bare hands and took a large bite, his attention immediately returning to his phone, making it very apparent he had no intention of speaking to me.

Bastard.

So I took a sip of my coffee, and purely out of frustration, I gave in and broke the unbearable silence.

“Stop ignoring me.” 

Direct and to the point, but maybe with a bit more attitude than I had wanted.

“I’m not.” He responded casually, taking another bite.

Annoyed with his response, I retorted with evidence proving the contrary, “You haven’t messaged me all day.”

“Neither have you.”

I felt the pressure of frustration building inside me, threatening to reach some type of boiling point. Realising that I didn’t have the words in me to correct this, I decided to try action. 

I got up from my chair and walked up to him, stopping right by his feet.

Angrily, he glared up at me and threw the remainder of the pancake back into the container.

Knowing this might be a terrible idea, out of desperation, I decided to go through with my plan regardless of his anger.

So I began straddling him.

And to my surprise, he let me. 

While he never stopped glaring at me, I could thankfully feel his hand slide up my thigh, disappearing under the fabric of my shorts to cup my bare ass.

“I didn’t stay on the bus to do this, Alice.” The anger on his face was seeping into the tone of his words, but I wasn’t going to get discouraged just yet. I needed to get out of this stalemate between us as badly as I needed air at this point.

“Do you want me to stop?” I said as I leaned forward to kiss his neck, where it appeared the source of his wonderful scent lingered, instantly igniting a flame in me.

I felt his fingers dig into the softness of my behind in response.

“Do you remember everything I told you last night, outside the hotel?”

Tension spread through my body at his question, but I was intent on not letting it show.

“I do.” I responded casually between kisses.

“Are you scared?”

My tension multiplied, but I managed to keep myself in check as I responded, “Yes.” 

While my reaction to the question was dishonest, there was no need for my answer to be, as he already knew about my fears.

“Do you still trust me, after all the shit I pulled last night?”

With each question I felt increasingly cornered, and despite being sure about my answers, I couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t enough.

“Yes.”

A beat passed as I continued kissing his neck.

“I don’t believe you.”

My eyebrows knotted into a frown before I leaned back to look at him in disbelief at his statement.

“Fuck you.” While my words were harsh, they came casually, moreso to punctuate that his statement was absurd.

Suddenly his hand was at my throat, gripping me painfully like many times before, causing my nails to dig into his shoulders, the fabric there creasing and bunshing.

“You lied to me last night, doesn’t show a lot of trust, does it?”

His tone was unchanged from his previous questions, but his eyes were ablaze, staring intensely into mine as he held me in his vision. The action made it extremely obvious he was referring to my response to the choking last night; how I’d falsely told him it wasn’t too much.

Only a couple of seconds passed before his grip loosened substantially, causing me to relax as the pain fell away. But he kept his hand there, possessively holding my neck, clearly expecting answers.

I didn’t know what to respond since I didn’t quite understand why I’d lied myself, beyond feeling like it would prove some unspoken point about us. 

Which I really didn’t like. 

So instead of answering, I decided to resort to my own interrogation.

“Then why did you push me that far?” I asked awkwardly, his strong hand on my neck stopping me from opening my mouth fully as I spoke.

Both his hand and eyes relaxed at my question, his thumb began gently tracing my jawline slowly as he spoke, “Because you claim the most dangerous mistake you made the past decade was not taking any risks...” His eyes fell to my lips, then to my neck, ”So you’ve decided to let me do anything to your body, no matter how dangerous. That’s not taking a risk, love. It’s just being bloody stupid.” 

I felt another frown appearing on my features. I was about to speak up, but he pulled me towards him, kissing my neck with the same tenderness he’d been tracing my jawline with, fanning the flames of the fire building inside me, making my hand slip into his softer than usual hair. 

I could feel my body wanting to give up on this conversation, to start grinding my hips down on him and demand more, when he pulled away.

His eyes met mine and I saw the same desperation I was experiencing inside them, but there was also sadness there as he placed his hand on my chest, splaying his fingers.

“...Yet, when it comes to your heart, that’s off limits, innit?” He asked softly, the visible desperation turning significantly more emotional.

My words came even softer than his, his sadness echoing inside me, “I never said that.”

His hand on my chest fell away, “Well, is it?”

While scrambling inside my head, and my heart, for any type of answers I could offer him, I could feel my face contorting and straining along with me. After a moment of watching me struggling to provide him with as much as a noise, he spoke up.

“I’m not asking for your fucking hand in marriage, I’m not even asking you on a date. I just want to know if I even stand a chance here, or if you never see this going any further than this. Cause if it’s the latter, if you already know you only want sex from me, regardless of how brilliant it is…” A sombre grin made a quick appearance before falling away again as he continued,  “I’m gonna need us to stop.”

While I hated the thought of stopping more than I could express, I felt a lot of sympathy for him, and the last thing I wanted to do was to cause him more suffering than I already had. But the truth is I needed more time; time to sort through the neglected mess inside me that consisted of more questions than answers. 

With that knowledge, do I just turn him down now in order to potentially cause him less damage in the long run?

A wave of pain washed over me at the thought, causing me to recoil from the idea.

He must have seen it on my face, as the same pain was mirrored on him, painted all over him. Even the pattern his fingers mindlessly trailed on my back was dripping in hurt and longing.

“Do you remember our conversation on the plane, when I told you I’d destroy you if we kept going?” He asked, sounding almost close to tears.

I nodded.

“Since the reverse is a bit more likely, I need you to know that if you’re gonna destroy me, I’d much prefer if you did it sooner rather than later.” He said, giving me a dejected smile.

My heart ached at his words.

“I can’t tell you how badly I want to give you answers, but I’m… I want to say confused, but I don’t feel like that’s a strong enough descriptor.”

He searched my face, his fingers brushing away a loose lock of hair from my cheek.

“Confused, or scared, love?” He asked, referring to the fears I had expressed to him the other night, regarding having something – anything – worth losing.

“I really wish I knew.” I answered honestly, “Oli, I’m sorry, this is probably the last thing you want to hear, but I could really use some time.”

He huffed out a laugh, “That’s not the last thing I want to hear.” 

The smile I gave him was meek, realising the stupidity of what I’d just said.

“And yeah, you can have some time.” He responded with most of the sadness no longer evident on him, leaving me to wonder if he pushed it aside, or if he felt some hope.

I thanked him and started to push off of him, upset but completely understanding of the fact that the sexual delights would have to stop while I figured some things out.

To my surprise he pulled me right back down on him.

I stared at him in confusion, his intense gaze falling to my lips as he spoke. 

“...But while I wait, I’m willing to take the risk.”

Then his fingers laced into my hair and pulled me towards him, guiding me in for a kiss so heated I thought I’d combust on the spot.

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#oli sykes fic #oli sykes #oli sykes fan fiction #bring me the horizon #smut #you got a taste now #Next chapter is almost ready as well ♥ #oli sykes x reader

[wine4thewin]

Are you allergic to happy endings and fluff? 😭 just wondering

Fluff really bores me, I have almost zero interest in it 💔

I have written happy endings before, believe it or not! It depends on the characters involved. If one of them is a villain, there likely won’t be a happy ending.

…and here’s why:

We all know my favorite trope is enemies to lovers / enemies to something else, but this doesn’t always mean one of the characters is a villain. This is a very important distinction.

For example, I’ve written a huuuge angsty sexy story where Character A and Character B were enemies due to having seriously opposing views, beliefs, and loyalties. Neither are villains, though one character is arguably a huge douchebag. They got a happy ending!

If a villain is involved, it changes everything. I am a stickler for keeping characters in-character, I don’t sugar coat the bad guys. What this means is that it also makes “happy endings” unrealistic. True villains will do things and act in ways that simply do not create happy endings for the other person involved. It is simply not in their nature; these are people who are not looking to be ‘good’.

For this example, I wrote a massive story that involved a canon villain known for enjoying torture and murder. In canon, Character A tortured Character B until said character broke and became their slave, free of captivity, yet completely loyal in the aftermath due to the severity of the Stockholm Syndrome. Pretty dire, right?

I wrote them into a modern AU with the study of Character A having an anti-social personality disorder paired with severe sexual sadism and a difficulty with humanizing other people, which makes for a difficult-to-manage medical scenario, as this combination is rare to diagnose, has specific requirements, and can be dangerous if not maintained carefully.

Character B also remained true to self, hiding his own previous trauma, daddy issues, and emotional brokenness behind his arrogant asshole, manwhore mask. When he meets Character A, it is an exhibit of the downward spiral, of someone who believes they deserve to be treated poorly due to severe self-loathing, spawned by survivor guilt, suicide ideation, and being disdained by one’s father.

This story was an epic, psychological examination of obsession and emotional ruin. I ended it in a way that some people actually believed it was happy, but the reality is, it was the final culmination of Character B sinking to the bottom of his spiral, determining that if he couldn’t commit to his ideations of death, being with Character A was close enough.

So, that is why when you see me write a villain in a ship…it won’t end happy….and I often work with villains, thus the lack of happy endings.

But, I’ve got like 50+ stories in ao3 and quite a few actually end happy 😆

#asks #evilpeaches ao3 #notes on happy endings #writing villains #and why they hate happy endings 💀

[marley-manson]

🤔⚠️🖍️🐬

Thank you!!

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I don't have any more Mash related answers for this, but since browsing through Yellowjackets fic on ao3 the other night I've been tossing around the idea of a fucked up fully abusive Shauna/Jackie fic that really leans into Shauna's sadism and jealousy. And Jackie would probably still die, but worse than in canon lol.

I doubt I'll actually write it, in part because it would require rewatching the show to get the voices right, but I gotta say the fic scene on ao3 is so dire it almost feels like my civic duty lmao. It's like no-cannibalism mundane high school AUs/pre canon/gentle loving sex in the wilderness fics as far as the eye can see.

⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

Most likely the BJ goes to Boston fic. It's probably about 75% done, I just need to get the desire to write back.

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

lol idk, have another one about knitting from the fic mentioned above:

“What are you making?” BJ asked, nodding at the knit square. 

“I don’t know yet.” He held it up like he was examining it. “Could be a scarf. Or the start of a sweater. I’m no good at making them to order but I could always donate it and let the right-shaped person find it. I’ll figure it out eventually.”

How very Hawkeye. Whatever it became, BJ was sure it would turn out just fine.

🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

That excerpt is from a fic tentatively titled "Closed Doors."

#ask meme #text post

[sillyguyhotline]

like honestly the thing i dislike most about tlou2 is how it treats ellie’s character arc and response to her trauma and i think that the parallels that the showrunners have drawn between her and david in the show are explicit proof that they genuinely do not have any ability to differentiate between different forms of violence and the ways in which they can be justified. there is no question that all of the violence ellie takes against david and his crew is retaliatory and done out of necessity, or done because if she didn’t hurt them first they would have hurt her. she is a 14 year old in a cruel world with someone she cares about to protect, and everyone else in this world is fighting to keep their lives on the day-to-day just like her. the violence she chooses to take is not just a consequence of the world that she lives in but a requirement in order to stay alive. and she doesn’t take pleasure in this violence! she never kills or hurts anyone out of enjoyment or sadism, she kills them because she fucking has to. and yet when david, the rapist and predator, accuses her of having a “violent heart” for daring to fight back against a gang of adult men trying to kill her, the showrunners state that he’s supposed to be exposing an uncomfortable truth and that his words ring true in some way. they fucking don’t! a child defending herself is not comparable at all to the adult preying upon her, but because she’s using violent means to do so she’s treated like she’s just as bad as them. and this is why i think that the way tlou2 frames ellie is just fucking shitty, because in that story as well the violence she takes is not founded from a simple desire for pleasure or gratification. it comes from a lifetime of watching her loved ones die, of being reminded time and time again that everything can and will be taken from her and she has no choice but to sit and watch. her violence is an attempt to reclaim what’s been taken from her after the person she loves most has been killed and she’s been pushed over the edge. the story ends with her having everything taken for her and ending up alone because she’s sacrificed everything for the sake of pursuing violence, and while this makes sense with the theme it’s completely incongruous with her character because that’s the issue she has been facing throughout the entire series! she only ends up stagnating as a character because her violence is not taken into the greater context of her development. this issue is also present in the attempt to compare her character to abby’s because they have very different reasons for pursuing violence but they’re treated the same by the story. ellie’s story revolves around revenge, but although abby’s story starts with revenge it ends up with her learning that thoughtless violence is bad and compassion is valuable. abby is rewarded by the story because she’s able to learn that violence is bad and move on from that while ellie is punished because she never moves on. but ellie was never at a point at which she was joyfully killing people and taking pleasure in their torture! she doesn’t have the opportunity to learn from her violence because her priority never was simply to kill people for the sake of it, it was to secure closure for the damage she’s sustained. the only reason abby even is able to move on is because her revenge plot succeeds and it brings her closure. the way that the story continually treats violence like a universal constant and the source of all the characters’ problems, instead of taking the time to evaluate the reasons that motivate this violence, is so deeply frustrating. victims are treated just as bad as their abusers for fighting back because the issue is perceived to be the violence and not the beliefs or power dynamics behind it. just. ugh

#anti tlou2 #take a shot every time i say violence in this post #this post is very long and rant-y and also not that well written but i decided to be a haterrr :3

[self-loving-vampire]

How would you modify GS to work better, ideally changing the fewest major elements?

If I really had to do this then...

Other than just straight-up making it into the ryona hentai part of it clearly wants to be, I would probably focus on making the people in the setting actually behave as if they are living in a dark and gritty world, with more awareness of what the threats are and how to survive them.

So goblins would no longer be an overlooked danger that no one even thinks to prepare for, and every legit professional adventuring party would have some basic knowledge and preparation before they go and endanger their lives for money. As it is, many of the characters treat the world like it's basically a video game even though it's allegedly common for goblins to routinely eliminate whole villages.

The other thing is making the goblins more nuanced and fixing their frankly nonsensical reproductive situation. We are told that since they are all-male they need to capture non-goblin women to reproduce, and that their inherent sadism is such that these women rarely live more than 2 weeks after capture. Even granting that apparently they can produce multiple goblins a week each, the math of this is really weird when you think about it, especially considering how short their lifespans seem to be.

Such a parasitic life cycle obviously requires continuous atrocities inflicted on the nearest population center, which obviously isn't going to just let it happen. Unless new goblin nests just spawn out of the ether it seems really odd for them to just pop up over and over again all over the place considering how extreme their needs are.

The simplest way to resolve this is to just make goblins into a more intelligent and productive species that doesn't have its fertility limited in such a way. They can still commit all kinds of terrible atrocities but less so as an inherent part of their biology and more as part of a very long and very bitter conflict kept alive by cycles of revenge and fear affecting both sides.

The violent and genocidal actions and intentions of the "heroes" would be reframed into something more disturbing, not actually that different from the massacres caused by the goblins. The story kinda bends over backwards to justify why killing every single goblin without exception is always the correct thing to do, because they canonically are all evil rapists who will just backstab you and cause mass death if shown mercy. I think it would be more interesting if this was not the case and you had to actually engage with the morality of what is going on.

As it is, there is basically no line Goblin Slayer is not justified in crossing because the writer really seems to want him to be not just correct but the most correct person in the world. Some more self-reflection would be more interesting, especially as he realizes that the goblins in the rewrite are not actually universally evil rapists (though that idea could certainly be used as war propaganda from his side).

People have replied to the earlier post noting that the story as it exists really comes off like someone who really wants to write a really racist metaphor about immigrants, and even that reads like fascist propaganda. Given that the story is about the overlooked need to genocide an always-evil race of subhuman rapists who are incapable of true intellectual achievement I don't think they're wrong to see it that way.

Ultimately, I don't really think the core story of Goblin Slayer is really worth the effort of a major rewrite. I'd rather make a more original setting with an emphasis on undead instead.

#long post

[missingn000]

Just started following you on tumblr and reading your tags (esp about sukuna) is making me anxious and so restless. Sukuna and Yuuji have such an antagonistic relationship, mostly because Sukuna is a sadistic POS. But now that I know your sukuna is going to be different I’m very excited. ESP if there’s going to be a focus on yuuji + sukuna relationship. I still wonder how everyone else will react to yuuji being a vessel and the elders wanting yuuji to be executed.

dsfghj sorry my sukunaposting is making you restless :') i'm excited too!! while tpg sukuna will indeed be quite different from canon sukuna eventually, i care deeply about correct characterization: as he is in canon, tpg sukuna starts out as a huge fucking asshole. he's totally a sadistic PoS and overall reprehensible and (seemingly) irredeemable bastard.

honestly, sukuna’s incarnation in tpg is significantly more cruel and devastating than it is in canon -- therefore, yuuji and sukuna’s initial relationship is extremely antagonistic.

not only do they have the worst initial relationship of all character foil duos -- which is already quite the feat -- but i actually think they have the worst initial relationship out of everyone in the entire story. it’s literally so fucking bad. i won’t get into it, but y'know how it takes the whole heart-ripping incident for yuuji to realize how evil sukuna is in canon? yeah, because of what happens during tpg sukuna's incarnation, tpg yuuji realizes it right from the start.

beyond that, remember how in tpg 37, mahito says kenjaku "specially designed Yuuji-kun to break the King of Curses"? this is correct. everything about yuuji destroys sukuna's ability to maintain cognitive dissonance about the events of his past, increasing his bitter and complicated feelings towards his host. there's definitely going to be a significant focus on yuuji & sukuna's dynamic and how it changes as they both develop.

and he does develop. a LOT. imo, the biggest difference between canon sukuna and tpg sukuna is that the latter has depth. all we've really seen canon sukuna express is annoyance or sadism. he's bad, and that's it; but i think there's a difference between a character who is bad, and a character who is flawed.

right now, gege portrays sukuna as just a Bad Guy: he's a villain, a cartoonishly evil one, and nothing else. however, i want to portray sukuna as flawed: yeah, he's also a total dick for quite a while, but i want him to make mistakes. i want him to get confused and trip up and not fully think things through. i'm planning to really dig deep into his headspace to explore the ways he expresses himself, which requires him to be a fully realized character with a complex internal framework for how he processes his emotions.

for this to be possible, a backstory explaining why he became like this is a necessity. perhaps unsurprisingly, yuuji will be the first to learn sukuna's full circumstances -- this causes a huge shift in their relationship. sukuna doesn't want to be understood, but i've stressed both inside and outside of the story that tpg yuuji is extremely emotionally intelligent: because of that, yuuji is the only one who can cut through the layers of anger and rage and grief to sukuna's true core, to who he was before That happened to him.

there's a reason these two idiots are on the tpg top 5 list for duos that are the least normal about each other. their dynamic is so so precious to me and i can't WAIT to start writing about it!!!

#um this got long. whoops #but when it comes to tpg sukuna i have....a lot to say #IM SERIOUSLY SOOOOOO #ok. Ok. deep breaths. SOON #tpg

[takaraphoenix]

I’m currently watching a DnD campaign. And, I’ll admit, I didn’t expect to get through the first episode.

That’s not even meant as a judgment on DnD, that’s a judgment call on myself. I don’t have a great attention-span for long videos. I do good with the 45 minute TV show model, but I crap out on movie-length. I struggle with that even with things I love; I have to be really in the mood for the movies I love to watch them

And each of these videos is two to two and a half hours long. And the entire campaign is ten videos long. So it’s not a one time ask for me to pay this kind of attention, but a ten time ask, on top of it.

Knowing this about myself, I really didn’t think I’d get through the first video.

But @kimmycup applied a very solid life-hack, actually, by introducing me to Game Changer first and making me watch all of that. So I got invested in the team of College Humor - which got the first requirement in; now this was something I am invested in and care about (even though I know jackshit about DnD, I am invested in these players). Turns out this was probably the perfect way to introduce me to DnD, honestly.

Oh, this is fun. I gotta say, I was a bit skeptical about the whole concept of watching other people play games, because, well, the whole fun of games is the social interaction of playing them yourself. But this is actually less like a game and more like watching a play.

Watching a finely crafted story, with characters and arcs and plot-twists, but with an additional layer that is uniquely added by DnD. That the actors don’t know what they’re getting into. And that the narrator/writer can be thrown a curve-ball too, depending on what the players roll.

This is so much fun. There’s of course the fun of the main story itself unfolding, but the players and their interactions and their reactions to the campaign and the brilliance (and at times sadism) of the DM are just as much fun, which yeah is all elevated by the fact that I’ve binged Game Changer before and am already familiar with these people and their dynamics, so this was the perfect introductory choice, I’d say.

Though I gotta say, the math and dice stuff still super goes over my head.

#DnD #Dungeons and Dragons #College Humor #Mice and Murder #Dimension 20

[bg3ficreviews]

The Loving Master series - #BG3 FanFic Review

Review by Apollo (@apollo-stories)

Good timezone my friends, I am happy to present another constellation in the bright sky of fanfiction: The Loving Master series by calqmity on AO3. (You can find the author on Tumblr at @calqmity and on Twitter.) This is a re-post of our most recent review for those who may have missed it!

PLEASE NOTE: As always, mind the tags, and for this wonderfully dark work in particular, as it includes numerous controversial and dark themes and is NSFW. These include dead dove; necrophilia; non-con elements; and abusive relationships; among others. Our review is continued below the fold due to the heavy nature of the content in this particular series.

Virtual photography by @xandirge.

The series is comprised of three separate works exploring the dark desires of our favourite bloodsucker Ascended Astarion. It starts with The Doll Collector, a fantastic title in and of itself with no small amount of sinister foreshadowing. 

In this story there is a constant and ominous theme of dehumanisation as well as an exploration of Astarion’s relationship with death. The author details Ascended Astarion’s recently devised methods of collecting his new vampire spawn cohort, as well as the addiction he develops in controlling their lifeless bodies. (Reminder: mind the tags!)

Astarion is obsessively controlling, and takes great delight in stripping any sort of independence or autonomy from his spawn that they may have once enjoyed in their former lives. It is a dark work, and there is no healing to be found here. This is an excellently constructed examination of Ascended Astarion’s dark mind and how he fulfills his most toxic needs as his spawn become his latest possessions to play with at his leisure.

The Unbearable Pressure, the author's second work in the series, is no different to its predecessor in its exploration of Ascended Astarion's growing darkness and cruelty. This work focuses more on on his relationship with his most disobedient spawn, Blaze, and his efforts to break her and ensure her obedience. 

The theme of dehumanisation and dollification gets more pronounced the further we read. Astarion wants to control every single part of his spawn. And even despite the obvious sadism of his actions, Astarion genuinely believes he is doing his spawn a kindess, and grapples to understand why his spawn are not more grateful for his 'assistance' and what he considers his dedicated 'care'. The author has expressed Astarion's delusion of benevolence well, as our narrator is wonderfully unreliable.

Haunted By Your Touch, Aching For Your Love is our third and final work in the series, and quite possibly my favourite of the three! (I would call it a crowd pleaser, but that requires that the crowd in question likes breaking characters down and making them suffer oh so deliciously.)

The cycle of abuse and the affection for one’s captor can be difficult to write in fiction. There is a common mistake of stepping back from the scene and becoming more clinical in order to convey why the cycle is happening and why it continues, and, in so doing, create a disconnect between the reader and the characters. This work sees that tripping point coming from miles away and does cartwheels over it. 

We are deep in Astarion’s mind and psyche in this work as his delusions and twisted perspective have completely erased any distinction between reality and his wicked desires. It is left to the keen eye of the reader to pick up on the subtle hints and evidence of his delusions, which are expertly described by the author via the reactions of the other characters that suffer Astarion's whims and mistreatment.

The Loving Master, as a whole, is a wonderful exploration into dark themes and abusive relationships. Astarion’s character is portrayed consistently through the entire series using beautiful metaphors that I could hear Astarion himself repeating in his own voice. And beyond our lead antagonist, the author's original characters are well-written and developed, becoming well-established personalities in their own right. Each one has their own clear motivations and responds to Astarion differently, adding to the depth of the overall narrative with every line. These stories are also structurally sound, as you can look forward to a healthy mix of short and long paragraphs and sentence structures that makes the story easy to read and easy to enjoy.

Mind the tags on AO3, as The Loving Master does not shy away from NSFW elements and very heavy themes. 

Enjoy your dove, but be aware. It is very, very dead.

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We have included a snippet of The Doll Collector below for your enjoyment, as well as the author's tags as they are currently listed on AO3 for this particular work. Please remember to support the author by leaving kudos and comments on their work on AO3. 🫶

The Doll Collector

"One more bite, is all it would take."

And now his beautifully pliant Lydia laid underneath him, fully submitted to his one desire: for her to become his. Her jet black hair framed her round, delicate face. Through her long, black eyelashes, her dark purple eyes stared up at him, wide and vulnerable. The indigo moonlight skin that bruised wonderfully under the force of his fingers was soft and warm to the touch.

"Be gentle," her quiet voice trembled.

There was nothing gentle about forging an undead monster out of an innocent, precious soul—his perfectly obedient, beautiful little monster, yet a monster nonetheless—but he could pretend, for just a moment.

He brought her wrist up to his mouth, laying a feather light kiss on top of the flesh, eating the garnish before digging into the main course. He cradled it in his hands before sinking his teeth in. Her quick yelp from the sudden pain sent a raging, hot inferno through his abdomen, encouraged by the red delicacy on his tastebuds.

Eventually he forced himself to pull away, letting the bloodied, shaking hand fall from his grasp. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her head, trapping his prey.

"You have given me everything...thank you." His words came out breathy and in between sighs of pleasure. The taste of her blood lingered on his lips, but it wasn't enough. He needed every last drop. While the ritual had rid him of the hunger caused by his supernatural curse, it had been replaced with a new hunger: to take, to take, and to take, from everyone around him. He wanted it all.

She look terrified out of her mind about what was about to happen, her eyes glancing at the liquid ruby dripping down his chin. In this moment, she looked like a porcelain doll. Her plump lips and flushed cheeks had a warm glow cast on them from the candle light in the tavern room. But when his fangs pierced her neck, she did not crack—only screamed. It was like biting into the plumpest, ripest fruit in the orchard, and her cries of pain were the beautiful notes of the birds' song high above in the sky.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic reviews #mind the tags!