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kitkatwinchester · 1 year

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*SCREAMS*

I'm, like, tearing up so freaking much, and I'm so upset, and so scared, and I hate all of this so much.

Everyone turning on each other is going to be the death of me.

Chris and Derek had such a good partnership going, and now Derek is attacking Chris and I don't like that at all.

I'm glad nothing happened to Danny, but I'm not particularly fond of Isaac and Ethan and Aiden all fighting each other, either.

The thing that sucks about all of this is that the Nogitsune is really just praying on the anger that these people already feel for each other and omitting any of the attempt at forgiveness or empathy that they've done up to this point and I hate that. It's just like when Dr. Ellicott takes over Sam's mind in the Asylum episode of Supernatural. Like, somewhere inside them, they mean the stuff they're saying, because the feelings and the emotions are real, but it's stuff that they've been burying or looking past in order to move on and forgive as much as they can given the circumstances.

Like, Isaac has never trusted the twins, and he clearly never forgave them for Erica and Boyd, as we can see in this episode. But he was willing to give them a second chance because they'd helped and they'd saved people's lives and Scott wanted to give them a second chance. But he never fully forgave them, and with that angry side of him being brought out, he's back to hating them again.

Same idea between Ethan and Aiden. They've always had contradicting opinions on the best way to handle things, and they've always had their little fights and scuffles about who to side with and how aggressive to be in varying situations. The Nogitsune brings that anger out, and they're ready to tear each other apart, and I HATE that.

And then there's Derek, who has such bad blood and history with the hunters, but was willing to put aside all of that and forgive them because he knows that Allison and Chris were never truly the bad ones, and they've since grown and learned and ultimately need each other to help fight the bigger evils out there. But remind him that Chris is tied to the people that murdered his entire family, and he's ready to rip out his throat again.

I just hate it so much.

And then there's everything with Void Stiles.

Once again, Dylan's acting is through the ROOF. I mean, that scene with Melissa?? Dude. He does those little movements so well, and even with not being able to move his body, he does and says so much with his facial expressions, and it's amazing to watch those switches from Void Stiles to Void Stiles pretending to be Real Stiles only to go RIGHT BACK to Void Stiles.

And god, Melissa trying so hard to take care of Stiles, and so hopeful for that split second, and then the anger on her face when she puts the duct tape back on, but there's also so much hurt and worry hidden behind it because she can only imagine how much Stiles is suffering and I just...

And then Scott and Lydia, so desperate to save him, willing to try anything, but so scared to hurt him. I mean, Scott as he's talking about turning him into a werewolf, and how he's worried he'll do it wrong and just wind up killing him. And then the fact that he's literally like "what if he doesn't even want it?" is just, like...GOD. And then Lydia desperately pointing out that it could be the thing that saves his life, and Scott with that defeated look because he knows she's right, but he doesn't know if it's the right call, and Deaton just keeps reminding them that they're running out of time, and Scott is just so scared and so worried and so desperate and HE JUST WANTS HIS BEST FRIEND BACK GOSH DARNAT!!

And then Lydia, in all of her smarts and own desperation, being the one that suggests Peter, and making whatever deal with him she had to make with him in order to save Stiles, because it's STILES, and she would do anything to save him. (Also, as an aside, I still f*cking love Peter, and as much as we will never fully trust him, because why would we, the "When are you people gonna start trusting me?" "I meant him." "Oh." was absolutely amazing and I loved it. XD)

God I feel like this little mind-scape adventure is gonna hurt so much and hit me so hard, but I really freaking hope it works, because if there's anybody that can pull Stiles back and bring him home, it's f*cking Scott and Lydia, because they love him so much, and they would never give up on him, and love conquers all gosh darnat.

Okay. Let me grab my tissues, and let's f*cking go.

Gifs of Dylan being amazing with his switch to Void Stiles again because we have to.

(God Dylan seriously HOW?! You're so freaking amazing I swear to god. <3 <3)

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crystalbeastsquidney · 7 days

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Had a friend recently tell me a funny idea for a couples’ shirt combo

#sorry i’ve been dead for three months. the past year’s been absolute hell on my cofidence and motivation as an artist #it will unfortunately happen again #also for the record i don’t think any of them are stupid. this just feels like something Johnny would do #hanzo hasashi #scorpion mk #kuai liang #sub zero #johnny cage #mortal kombat #mk11 #subcagecorp #subscorp #<- fuck it this counts and i want more attention #polyamory #my art #click for better quality #please let this do well i’m so tired of sharing art making me sui/cidal

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embrosegraves · 7 months

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𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘

Just a lil something I thought of and couldn't get out of my head :P I hope you enjoy <3

Max Verstappen x Reader “If you can justify the purchase, then you can buy it for me.” Sugar Daddy x Slightly Reluctant! Sugar Baby

very brief google translated dutch (it's like 2 thing near the end)

You weren’t sure how you managed to get to this point in your life. One night you were working at your local club, trying to make ends meet with three jobs. You needed to pay for rent and utilities and food and the ever looming University degree you had begun studying for. You never thought you’d ever get to a point of financial comfortability, because the situation definitely wasn’t the most stable but it was comfortable.

At first you thought he was just another rich snob who wanted to impress his mates with the amount of money he could spend on a single night. And to be fair he kinda was. He just also happened to be the one that sat with you while you worked the bar, listening to your woes of being a uni student who needed to work more than one job throughout the day on top of going to class.

Now though, almost exactly 3 years after first meeting him, you couldn’t believe what you were looking at.

“I’m not letting you buy that for me, Max.”

“Why not?” He was almost (definitely) pouting.

“Because I can buy my own laptop? And besides, my final year is almost over, I can get it after.”

Max looked at you unimpressed. “The one you have now is falling apart. You need a new one.”

You grabbed his hand and slowly led him to a bench that was outside the store you were just standing in. “My love, I adore that you want to get me a new laptop for school, but you cannot justify spending three and a half million dollars on a laptop for me. I don’t care if it’s Swarovski, I don’t care if it’s the best laptop in the world. I don’t need it.”

It was always like this between you and Max. He wanted to buy you the most insanely expensive things just because he could, but you always told him not to. Looking at him in front of you, his face sporting an almost unnoticeable frown, you sighed. Keeping hold of his hand in yours, you moved your free hand to cradle his face.

“I will let you buy me a laptop-” His face lit up, “on the condition that it cost no more than eight thousand. I know I cannot get you to spend like a regular person, so that will be the cap on how much you spend on my laptop.”

“You never let me do anything fun.” Max was pouting again, but you could see his eyes were happy.

“Well, that’s tough Schat. If it makes you feel better, after you get the laptop because I’m not budging on that, you can buy me whatever you want-” You held your hand in front of him before Max could interrupt and start celebrating, “but you have to be able to properly justify the purchase. Which means no more mindless spending on things, okay?”

He pulled you in and wrapped his arms around you tightly. “As long as I still get to spoil you, like you deserve, then I will agree to your conditions.”

You felt as he placed a kiss on your head before you moved back. You gave him a kiss on his lips and smiled at him.

“Go. I can tell you’re just wanting to find a laptop to get me.”

He laughed and kissed you again before grabbing your hands and leading to a different tech store for your new laptop. “Let’s go then, Mijn Liefje!”

Translations (Provided by Google Translate) Schat = Darling Mijn Liefje = My Love

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen #f1 blurb #Welcome to the Sugarverse #does it count as fluff? idk #had a bit of brainrot tbh #saw a sugerdaddy prompt and LATCHED #let me know if you like it please #Also trying something different with the dividers #idk if i like them

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 8 months

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Foul Legacy greeting you after a very physically and mentally taxing day. just getting home extremely tired and being scooped up by a pair of sturdy arms, a single crystalline eye staring at you, overjoyed. when you lean against his fluff he knows you're exhausted, chittering quietly and carrying you to your room. it's finally quiet in there, the curtains drawn shut over the windows and the constant noise of the outdoors muffled- in fact, the only thing you can hear is Legacy's soft, constant purring as he sets you down.

you feel the blanket being tugged over your shoulders and wordlessly reach out to grab Foul Legacy's claw, smiling at the surprised chirp he lets out. silently you tug him closer, motioning for him to lay down next to you, and he complies with delight, rumbling contently when you sling an arm over his waist and snuggle closer. you hum, the stress draining from your body as you're finally comfortable- nothing is too hot, too cold, too loud, too bright- you're safe and happy here, with an Abyssal monster beside you.

you lean up to give Legacy a quick peck before settling down for a nap, and just before you drift off, you swear you feel a small lick on your cheek.

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h-didanart · 17 days

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Guys I turned them into fish!

happy mermay! Here’s ny contribution: more of my AU’s Bloodmoons

and now the close ups :3

Will probably doodle them with these designs more, I thought way too much about them for them to only be a one time thing

#sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #mermay #mermay 2024 #tsams bloodmoon #sams bloodtwins #sams bloodmoon #sams au #two of these are from fics of mine the other hasn’t appeared yet #Open to talking about these three(six?)#Just drop an ask or something #(And yes I know octopi and jellies are not fish and as such wouldn’t count as lower halfs of a mermaid—#—I had a cool design in mind let me have this please)#sams fanart

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quinn-pop · 5 days

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actually what if i just posted this. no context

(jk it’s an idol au lol)

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sunshinetomioka · 11 months

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Oh and uh yeah for those not on any stream and twitter, Etoiles lost a life (that I hope will be given back) and he tweeted the explanation

"I died of a chorus fruit bug in my bag when I left to the toilet LMAO.

It basically teleports you without warning, I'm so sad lmaoooo, I don't even wanna ask the admins to give me my life back cuz I shouldn't have left to the toilet but it's crazy how unlucky it is

#qsmp #please im so sad #be cut his live like 5min before that #he practically BEGGED to lose a life in a huge fight cuz it suits his character #losing the life isnt the problem he deserves the cool RP scene he wanted for that #and that bug is awful especially for him #lets not forget he diabetes he left to the toilet this time but it could have been something else #and dying from a bug when your AFK shouldn't count #also i hope he gets his stuff back #qsmp etoiles #q!etoiles

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lyr-caelum · 4 months

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Here i am trying to hold myself back and not drawing everything that @rollercoasterwords writes.

#fuck the last chapter was good #i really need to draw something from atwmd #their writing!#also sirius almost death count lmao #bet he is 1 jump scare away from gettin and arrhythmia #please someone give sirius a tea and a blanket and let him rest for a while a concussion does not count as a nap.

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citroensap · 28 days

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I've seen what I've seen. And I've been told what I've been told. And I have an audience with the person who can do something about it. To smile for a photo op and recite 64 couplets on the American experience? That's treasonous.

The West Wing 03.16 | The U.S. Poet Laureate with Laura Dern as Tabatha Fortis

#the west wing #laura dern #mijn posts #toby is just like me fr #please let it be known that i started making these past midnight and it's 3 am rn #this is the first time ive made gifs if you dont count the screenshot one when i was like . 13 #i've taken the punctuation from westwingtranscripts.com because i dont trust myself #all gifs are 76 frames & on 90% speed & initially uploaded at 24 fps but somehow they dont look like they're going at the same time??#am i sleep deprived or did i forget something. or both #not sure about the formatting of this post at all but if im not sending it into the world now i probably will never post this

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jkateel · 8 months

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Day 1: Liminal

occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold.

Suptober 23

#suptober23 #I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO DO THIS #AND YOU KNOW WHAT #I CAN DO IT WITH SIMS 4 #THAT COUNTS RIGHT?#right?#anyway #they're living their best life getting suntans by the beach ok #supernatural #destiel #suptober #day late #realized just right now that I might actually have something for this #ignore the green bob #it's a sims thing #in all seriousness if this doesnt count please let me know #day 1 liminal

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triptychofvoids · 26 days

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i didnt want to make an evil reblog prev tags chain. anyways fighting is awesome and fun playfighting so awesome beat eachother shitless awesomestyle YAYYYYYYYYY. you said you wouldnt have reason to fight me but i cant help but be curious as to whether you think you could! (based on vibes and funsies) sorry i love violence so awesome. need to put all my epic mutuals in a headlock

yayyy yay hallo :]!! well like i said i wouldnt have a reason to and i dont particularly want to in this case, but i think i could. although i do think you would put up a fight

#i would win but you would go down swinging #which i think counts for something #lets be friends instead of fighting ^^#but can i also killing and maiming pleasee please pleas #ohh i see your second ask too. its too late ive already answered this one. smiless grins #the doc is in #replies from the void

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blackjackkent · 4 months

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The city is hovering on the edge between summer and autumn, and the night has just the slightest hint of a chill on the air as Hector climbs the stairs to the balcony of the Singing Lute Inn, where Karlach told him to meet her.

She's already seated at the table; he can see her fidgeting nervously as he approaches, and her head snaps up, startled, at the sound of his footsteps. Then the nerves are wiped from her face as she grins brightly.

"Hi. Hi! You made it!" she says eagerly. Leaning forward, she pushes back the chair next to her at the table; her eyes run over him from head to foot, drinking in the sight of him in this place so far from camp or combat. "You look nice," she murmurs.

Hector has been nothing but excited to come out and spend this time with her, ever since she suggested the idea - but now, to his own surprise, he feels a pleasantly warm, bashful feeling settle into his chest and realizes he is blushing a little.

Their relationship has been rather backwards and jumbled, he reflects. Months of hoping, wishing, pining after someone he could not even touch, let alone have... and then the collapse, barely over the course of a day, into passionate love - which was new enough for him, when it happened. This, a more traditional romantic moment, is perhaps even more unfamiliar to him now. But unlike so many of the things he has faced that were new and terrifying... this is new and joyful, because it is with her. He is safe, with her eyes on him, no matter what.

"So do you," he murmurs, looking back appreciatively, and he is gratified to see a similar dark flush rise in her cheeks as well at the compliment.

"Thank you," she answers with a bright smile. Shifting nervously in her seat, she picks up the menu hastily and peruses it with an intense studiousness.

"Hmm. Baldurian seafood stew. No thank you..." She peers at him over the top of the sheet. "What do you think you'll have?"

He is conscious of the surreal feeling that they are performing a play for each other, each of them trying to sort out what "acting normal" entails, with a little warm thrill as they successfully hit each beat in the scene. "The grilled rothe ribs sound good," he says with a slight smile.

She grins with an air of relief. "Just what I had in mind," she agrees. She waves eagerly at the innkeeper, a broad and rather surly orc gentleman. "Two of the rothe ribs, please," she says firmly. "And two glasses of..." She pauses, looks questioningly at Hector.

"Wine," Hector puts in, pointing at the item on the menu.

"And two glasses of wine," Karlach finishes, and nods with satisfaction.

As the bartender stalks off, she leans forward, resting her elbows on the edge of the table. Her eyes narrow, taking on a playful air as she starts to relax into the moment.

"So... you're an adventurer, right? How's that going?"

Hector grins, mildly bemused. "You've been by my side for a lot of it, you know," he points out.

She gives him an gentle nudge in the shoulder. "I know, but this is our *first date*, remember?" she says conspiratorially. "Tonight, you're a mystery to me."

His eyebrows lift in understanding, and he opens his mouth to try and answer in kind, continue the conceit of them being strangers to each other... but then he stops, and grins sheepishly. He's neither actor, liar, nor orator at the best of times, and if he is honest, he is finding the way she is looking at him... distracting.

"I'm not sure I can pretend I don't already love you," he says ruefully.

She hesitates, then laughs, shaking her head. "It's all I can do to keep my hands to myself anyway," she answers, and snorts softly. "We're terrible at this."

He reaches out, puts a hand on hers on the table, grinning at her slight discomfiture. "Want to get out of here?" he says teasingly.

Her eyes widen and her face flashes through a mix of eagerness and determination in rapid succession. "No! ...Yes-- No. We came to have a nice date, and that's what we're going to do." She crosses her arms over her chest and looks at him with a stubborn smirk. "Go on. Date me. I dare you."

Hector laughs softly. "You're right. So... erm... where did you grow up?" he tries, after a moment's thought, trying to determine what he might ask her if he had never met her before, if the scent and warmth of her were still things he had yet to experience. This is still not his strong suit - but he will make the effort if it will make her happy.

She brightens up excitedly and settles back into the moment with only a little awkwardness.

"Right here in Baldur's Gate, more or less," she says, gesturing out to the view of the city below them. "My folks are long gone now. But they raised me in the Outer City. Dad was a porter in town, mum did laundry." She smiles nostalgically. "Still think of her when I smell clean sheets. We were poorer than dirt, but my gods we had fun."

He leans back in his seat, just enjoying listening to the sound of her voice, her excitement, her happiness at being back in the city, all washing over him. He's heard some of this from her before - but not all of it. Perhaps this 'pretending to be strangers' bit has even more merit than he expected.

"What about you?" she asks him curiously.

(A/N: The three options here are "much like yours," "i don't like to talk about my past," and "I'm from baldur's gate too, I wonder if we crossed paths"; none of these are actually relevant to Hector's experience of growing up at the monastery. So we're going to skip over this line. XD )

He has told her some things about his life among the monks of Silverlight before - but fairly little about his childhood there. He finds himself starting to talk about it now, though. He has no real stories of joy and excitement like those she describes, and on some level he has started to realize just how barren his life was in these particular regards until he met her... but there were good memories too. He ends up telling her a little about the lessons he received - how he started being trained as a scribe before they discovered his fascination with the ancient tomes and texts of their historical library...

She listens with rapt fascination, just as he had listened to her, a slight, blissful smile on her face.

It's hard to say how long they sit there, caught in the conversation, trading stories back and forth; both of them have started to relax into this 'first date' conceit and Hector feels his cheeks starting to hurt from smiling. They're only interrupted by the eventual arrival of their food... which is wrong.

Two plates of seafood stew land on the table in front of them, along with the two glasses of wine. Karlach looks down at the plate with an air of some disappointment - but is met with a curse from the irritable innkeeper who stalks away when she tries to ask for a change.

Hector can see her struggling to mask the disappointment at the meal not quite going as planned, and she forces a smile back onto her face.

"Worst guy I ever met," she mutters wryly. "How about a toast?"

But, frazzled, she moves too fast, and the wine glass slips from her fingers as she goes to lift it, sending a spray of pale purple across the table - and over her lap. "Oh, SHIT," she snaps, and Hector can hear her voice crack.

Frowning, he reaches out and takes her hand in both of his. He can feel the increased heat of the engine in her palm and knows it for a sign of her agitation, and his thumbs drift over her knuckles gently, soothingly. "We can use my glass," he says mildly, and reaches to lift it between them. "To us."

He can see her relax, his voice and touch pushing away the frustration in favor of something warmer. She smiles slightly, nods agreement as he makes the toast, and her eyes track his intensely. The conceit of the first date is gone abruptly, and he sees the full depth of feeling in her eyes, everything they have built together in the months that he has been hers.

"May we live every day as if it were our last," she says softly. "'Cause you never know when your last will come." Before he can respond, she pushes up from her chair and leans across the table to press her lips against his fiercely.

As always, the oblique reference to how little time they have left makes his heart twist in his chest -- but now it is his turn to push that down and away. It has no place here. This moment is for her - for them - to feel, just for a little while, like they can say anything, do anything... like just for one night they are not trapped in the raging river of fate that is dragging them along.

Just for tonight, he thinks, and kisses her deeply, one hand sliding into her hair. Just for tonight... we have all of time ahead of us...

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It must be nearly two in the morning, he reflects vaguely sometime later, as he peers out at the curve of the moon and its position slowly descending towards the west. He's barely been aware of the passage of time; the last few hours have been some of the happiest of his life. Just like she promised... no monsters, no fights, no fears, just them, together, talking about whatever comes to mind, each sentence punctuated by a brush of fingertips against a hand or a cheek, a stolen kiss, a sip of wine...

And of course, the seafood stew, which really is dreadful, but certainly filling.

Karlach leans back in her chair with a heavy, contented sigh. "That was great," she mumbles, and flicks a glance at Hector with a slow smile. "The food and the company."

They've both had a little too much wine, really. Hector's lips have been fixed in a permanent, slightly giddy grin for at least the last hour. All the dark thoughts are far behind him now and he feels as if he is simply drifting, content to be near her, and has been forever, and will be forever still.

"Lovely having a normal evening amid the chaos..." he says quietly.

She smiles wryly. "Whatever do you mean? We're just two normal people... living normal lives... very, very normally."

But she can't maintain the facade again; her voice cracks just a little, and she reaches out abruptly, putting her hand over his on the table.

He stirs slightly, the happy buzz fading as he registers something serious and sad coming into her eyes.

"I know I can't stay forever," she says quietly. There's no attempt at jocular humor this time, no wry deflection or avoidance. Her voice is soft and flat, full of love and full of grief. "Here. With you. In fact, I feel like..." She swallows. "Like I don't have long left at all."

His face spasms with a failed effort to contain the fear that floods through him at those words. Every moment he knows it is on the horizon, and yet hearing her speak of it directly, as something looming even closer than before, feels like a dagger through his heart.

Her hand tightens around his, pulling him a little closer to her. "We've been through so much," she goes on. "And the worst is yet to come. I have every reason to feel terrified, hopeless... like giving up." She draws a breath and lets it out slowly, visibly struggling to keep composure long enough to finish speaking. "But to be here, with you, in the city I love, in this world I love so much... it's all I could really ask for."

She reaches out, cups her hand against his cheek, running her thumb along the edge of his beard. It's an affectionate gesture, of course, but it also serves to pull his face towards her, to nudge open his eyes so they meet hers squarely. "You hear me?" she says, suddenly fierce, her voice cracking again as the emotion starts to overwhelm her. "*You're* all I could ever ask for. I love you... and I know that whatever else this city will throw at us, we can handle it."

He is listening with such fervent attention that he feels a muscle start to ache in his neck. And though his instinct, whenever this topic comes up, is to recoil into grief... this time he forces himself only to listen, to let her words flow through him and strengthen him.

Maybe it will end. But it meant something. It meant everything. It will always have meant everything...

He will have that to hold onto, when the pain eventually finds him. As it will, no matter how hard he tries to look away.

"I love you too," he whispers unsteadily, looking back into her eyes, his gaze heavy with all the love he feels for her. In almost every other moment, he is so careful with what he shows, how he controls himself... but not here. There is nothing hidden, not from her.

She smiles, kisses him again, slow and deep, then rests her forehead against his. "Come on," she murmurs. "There's something I want to show you upstairs."

He has to take a moment and breathe several times before he trusts himself to speak. "What is it?" he asks.

She laughs, only a little shakily. "I rented us a room for the whole night. Just the two of us -- alone, finally."

In spite of the emotional strain of the conversation, he feels a flicker of eager warmth go all through him, and she grins at the expression on his face.

"After you," he says, and pushes himself unsteadily to his feet.

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He has only ever experienced their lovemaking in camp. And he had never had anything to complain of. She has always been more wonderful than he would have words to describe, no matter where they are. He wouldn't have thought to ask for more even if it had been an option.

But this... gods. A soft bed and her warmth all over him, the same hungry eagerness that has marked their previous encounters, and yet... slow.

They had claimed to each other that they were going slow, that first night back in the shadowlands - but it wasn't really. It was rushed and desperate, full of need and urgency - both from desire and from the necessary limitations of sex in a camp full of other people.

This... this is slow. They have all night, and no one to bother them, nothing to distract. He is free to take his time, explore every part of her as she explores him. And the look in her eyes as their bodies meld together is something he will never forget if he were to live to be a thousand years old.

He loves her... he loves her... he loves her... and he can feel her on the edge of slipping away from him, but he will carry this with him into the darkness when she is gone.

He loves her and he is losing her and he does not know what he will do without her.

But they have this.

They have this...

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #karlach x tav #long post #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #ok the cute followed by the feelsy... my heart was not prepared for this scene #and this took me like two hours to write because hector is having SO MANY EMOTIONS #and so am i #i am honestly so pleased with how this conversation went because ultimately it was a simple direct speech from her that he needed to hear #he needed to hear her not laugh or brush it off or avoid the topic #and he in turn needed to give her the gift of letting her tell him what she did and let it mean something without all the baggage #also this was one of the most sweet and soft sex scenes i have ever seen in a video game #and it makes me sad i can't screenshot more of it here without risking getting the post flagged XD #anyway it's 1am and i'm a mess #idk if there are like good and bad times to post this stuff but this probably counts as bad XD #also this post is enormous so y'know. never let it be said i don't give bang for the buck content-wise lol

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