I can't believe Astarion was my gateway drug to Enver Gortash, this is bullshit
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I can't believe Astarion was my gateway drug to Enver Gortash, this is bullshit
To the genius who fancast Natalie Portman as Reid, I raise you: Natalie Portman in Annihilation.
Extremely Reid-coded.
(EXCEPTIONALLY good movie btw if you’ve never seen highly recommend big SCP vibes)
I love Annihilation and I love Natalie Portman. Excellent picks
I’ve been frantically searching the 001 proposals list because it occurred to me that aside from the few well known ones, I’ve never actually delved too deep into them and it’s absolutely KILLING me to not know which one Reid is. I don’t know if you’ve ever specified which she was, or if that’s spoilerssss, but by god I will go through all these documents and figure it out myself if that’s the case.
Side note: song rec for TRH, The End by Halsey gives end credits vibes if you ever feel like checking it out. Such a melancholy and beautifully sad love song with medical themes.
Hope you’re doing well!!
There really are a ton of SCP-001 proposals and they're all super neat. Reid is one of the less common ones, and I think I only came across it because it was briefly mentioned in a 001 compilation video. And it just fit so perfectly I had to use it. I can't remember at this point if I knew what Reid was before I started TRH, or if I figured it out after, but it perfectly fits
It is a spoiler, but if you really want to know I'll spoil it ;) A few folks in the comments over on AO3 have guessed correctly, so I'll definitely tell you if you're on the right track
Whenever I get back to updating TRH (which I think will be soon-ish because I'm getting restless to write it again), it'll be revealed by chapter 52.
That is a really sad song and sounds like an end credit theme to my own life XD Thank you that's a great song!
cloth of authority is so gauche lol the filigree the popped collar… gold sleeves ffs… tit window. god…
finally got to replay gortash’s scenes without taking the rest of the party and this man is giving puppy dog eyes to durge legitimately the entire time he’s talking??
if they had stripped down and fucked in the middle of the coronation in front of god and all the patriars it would’ve been less intimate than giving durge this look the whole entire monologue
HELP im thinking about gortash again im
Directory commentary on this passage from Terms and Conditions please! I love your dialogue here:
“I do,” he says. “Come, lay down on my fancy bed.”
“More demands,” she says, taking another step back. “Your negotiating is just a farce. In the end, everything is happening exactly as you wish it to. A tyrant, through and through.”
He places his hand over his heart. She’s seen this before. His little motions are so familiar to her now.
“Come to me,” he says. “Tell me your terms. We can meet each other in the middle.”
She touches his hand, letting her fingers slip between his, but doesn’t step closer. “You’re incapable of that. Your very nature is to rule.”
“And yours is to kill. And yet you are holding back from killing me. We can both be more than we are expected to be, but only if we’re together.”
A thrill runs through her at the thought, but she quickly dismisses it before it can be fully absorbed by her already treacherous brain. She can feel her Father’s eyes on her through the planes and dimensions that separate them, can hear his disapproval in the rushing of her blood in her ears.
“Tell me your terms,” Enver says.
thank you bestie!!
ask me for a director’s commentary on my dumb ass stories
terms and conditions
bg3, dark urge/gortash, rated m, ~3000 words
She’s no good at negotiation. There is no give and take in the House of Bhaal, no tit for tat, no way to scribble caveats in the margins of the clean white paper that always litters Enver’s desk back in his upper city house. She has never had to share anything before. Not her bedroom in the depths of the ancient temple she calls home, not her thoughts as they churn and churn inside her head, not her body. Especially not her body.
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