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shanastoryteller · 10 months

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Happy pride!!! I would die for a continuation of lady mo please!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39

Wei Wuxian is keeping himself upright through sheer force of will and his utter refusal to let Lan Zhan be right about anything.

He has been sort of exhausted lately, but he’s been training himself into the ground and keeping to ridiculous Lan morning routines and he has a curse mark slowly killing him, so he thinks he’s entitled. He would have made it to the Jin tower just fine if he hadn’t run into Song Lan and had to hunt down a town fierce corpses and fight Xue Yang. That alone would leave most people exhausted, so he has a perfectly good excuse for his vision to be going fuzzy on the edges.

Except he’d literally rather fall off his sword and snap his neck then admit that. He can’t even let that happen, because A-Qing is flying on his sword with him, and she’s not even a cultivator. Her bones will break a lot easier than his will.

He’s not even injured. Or, well, not any injuries that count. He once fought off fierce corpses right after having his core ripped out, being tortured, and dropped from a height high enough to kill. Some bruises and cuts are nothing, and they don’t feel like anything now. Maybe he should have let Xue Yang stab him a couple of times. It would have made everything more believable and also would have let him nap with his dignity intact.

They land back at the inn and the rest of the Lans look extremely relieved and then confused when they see their newest additions. Except for Jin Guangyao, who only shows that he’s noticed them by raising a single eyebrow and looking to him immediately.

Jin Guangyao is a stone cold bitch that’s too smart for anyone’s own good. Wei Wuxian sort of regrets that they’d never had any reason to really get to know one another during the war. Surely Jin Guangyao could have steered him away from some of his worse decisions.

“We’re bringing guests,” he announces to all of them, jumping to the ground and nudging A-Qing to do the same with a guiding hand on her hip. “Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen, who I assume you all already know. And A-Qing. They’ve had a rough time and we’re going to be very nice to them.” He looks over to Lan Xichen. “I guess it’s a good thing that you brought the carriage. They can ride in there the rest of the way.”

The awkward silence is broken by Jin Guangyao saying, “Madame Jin is not fond of accommodating extra guests.”

Madame Jin is going to make Jin Guangyao deal with it because she’s petty that way. Apparently Jin Zixuan plays interference as much as he can, but considering he’s no longer fighting fit and the perfect heir he once was, his ability to influence his mother has been similarly reduced.

A politician down to her core. Wei Wuxian might be able to admire it if it didn’t make him hate her so much.

“I’m not fond of Madame Jin, so I’m sure it even outs,” he says carelessly.

Some of the Lan go to the effort to pretend to be appalled but most of them seem to have no problem agreeing, regardless of all the rules of propriety and respecting one’s elders that he’s breaking. People take their cue from their leaders and Lan Xichen is straight up just pretending he didn’t say that, probably because he agrees.

He’s treated to the rare sight of Jin Guangyao’s dimples. “Can you at least pretend not to be a menace? I can only put out so many fires at once.”

“I can pretend,” he agrees and then A-Qing is faking a coughing fit to hide her giggles.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #dreamsfullofdragons #untamed

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cranberryjuice-posts · 1 month

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DARINGGGG GUESS WHO JUST ESCAPED THE ASYLUMMMM

IM BACK W ANOTHER REQUEST POOKIE (YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO IT JS TAKE UR TIME)

OK SO CLARISSE X PERSEPHONE!DAUGHTER (THIS IS ANGST ANGST ANGST) WHERE THEY'RE IN THE BATTLE OF MANHATTAN AND READER IS STABBED SO OBS CLARISSE RUSHED OVER TO LIKE TRY AND SAVE THEM. BUT READER ALR KNOWS THEYRE DYRING SO THEY'RE IKE "its ok it's ok. I'm ginna go see my mother, i'll be fine!

BAWLING

(clarisse is taking over my mid)

HAVE A GREAT DAY AND TAKE CARE OF YOUTSELF POOKIE

- I’ll be back -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Persephone! Reader

An - just a heads up as I said in my Korra fic this will probably be my last clarisse fic For a while. The hyperfixation and excitement to write for her is slowly going away, I will be writing most all of the request that I do have for her eventually but other than that I will be taking a short break I hope you all understand!

The sky had a thick layer of grey over it. The destruction to manhattan causing cement and other forms of pollution to take over the air.

Swinging your weapon aimlessly you tried to fight off the growing hoard of monsters. It was hard, fighting for gods know how many hours, seeing people you loved and care for die in-front of you and slowly loosing your siblings.

What hurt the most was seeing kids you grew up and laughed with fighting against you. Fighting for a cause that would benefit no one, fighting for what seemed like a dream that was never going to be real.

Trudging into a hidden alley way you lifted up your shirt. Looking down you saw the poisoned arrow shot wound becoming purple; throbbing harder and harder by the second.

Muffling your scream you pulled the dirty bandages off your body, tossing them into a dumpster. Rummaging through the bag at your side you quickly tried to change the dressings.

In the middle of war a second of peace was rare, a moment to asses your injuries was non existent, a chance to mentally reflect on your surroundings ended in death.

Death that forever followed you.

Standing stiff you were almost to scared to look down. If you gas lighted yourself enough you couldn’t feel it, it wouldn’t be true. It was foolish to think that you could of hidden from war.

“Checkmate” a raspy voice behind you whispered. Tyla.. s a daughter of Tyche and a friend who you had always competed with. Simple childish competion that eventually ended in celestial bronze piercing through your gut.

You’ve never been the best fighter but receiving deadly wounds twice in one day was setting the bar low. Pulling her sword out you fell to your knees, a metallic sound swinging in the air and hitting you in the back of your throat.

Tylas rough combat boot pressed your face into the gravel, tears quickly falling out of your face. “See You in hell” sliding the rubber bottom off your cheek she spat on you. Walking away with the intent to kill another.

Laying in the dirty alley way your thoughts went from the pain slowly leaving your body to memories of her. Of clarisse.

Sitting on the doc together where you shared your first kiss at sun down.

The first argument which ended with you both apologizing and laying together.

Sneaking into the ares cabin just to get caught the following day because you accidentally grew dead roses outside her window.

The awkward confession and her asking you on a date.

… the promise you made to clarisse that you would come back alive.

You woke up laying on a mat, a few medics crowded around you and the crying face of the woman you loved above. You couldn’t help but smile, even in her worst clarisse still looked beautiful.

Will reached over and grabbed her arm squeezing it. “She doesn’t have long” he mumbled closing his eyes. “Be quick” he softly spoke, standing up and walking to another kid.

You tried to move but she quickly took your body into her arms. “Hey, hey don’t.. just rest” clarisse tried to stay strong but right now she couldn’t help but loose it all. “You gonna be fine” her voice broke.

Tears began falling from her eyes and hitting your face. Her weak expression destroyed your heart.

Grabbing her shirt as it was the closest you could Get to touching her. “I’m ok… everything’s ok” you whispered. Clafisse just shook her head, the color was quickly leaving your face. “I just have to visit my mom for a little while, it’ll just be for a few weeks ok”

Clarisse brought your body to hers, hiding her face in your neck. Your arms went lip and around you both dead flowers and weeds appeared. As a daughter of Persephone death followed you every where, even in your final moments.

It felt as though the world stopped. That the outside wasn’t real and this all was a bad dream but even the strongest warriors had to accept when the sun came up.

#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse larue #clarisse my beloved #percy jackson show #pjo fandom

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tired-fandom-ndn · 1 month

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"Gilear Faeth— I'm gonna go through his modifiers real quick. Strength: 0. Dex: 0. Constitution: -1. Intelligence: +1. Wisdom: +1. Charisma: -2. Gilear Faeth has an armor class of 10 and 5 hit points."

"Why did you pick such a cursed creature?!"

"HE'S NOT CURSED, HE'S JUST A GUY. SOME PEOPLE HAVE TO BE NORMAL."

"So if someone does 10 hit points of damage to him he's fully dead."

"Full dead at 10 points of damage. Do you know that most people if you stab them with a sword will die right away?"

"I guess."

#dimension 20 #i am obsessed with gilear #gilear faeth

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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AS SAID BY IRON BULL * assorted dialogue from dragon age: inquisition

all right, nice going with the weird magic fire.

today is a good day. today is a very good day.

hey, that’s some good armor.

i’m proud of who i am. i hope that’s not a problem for you.

you may not have noticed, but i’m not a finesse fighter.

let’s look around.

feels a bit like i’ve been living a lie, and now it’s coming back to bite me in the ass.

something’s funny about you.

i can see you don’t want to talk about it.

bet you looked good doing it, though.

i’m a people person.

good place to get ambushed. watch your back.

stabbed in the back. poor bastard.

stings a bit. thanks for asking.

if you take away all the mystery, it’s not quite as hot.

make sure you undress them with your eyes... respectfully.

oh, now you’re just being mean!

they don’t make a thread strong enough to hold your tongue.

nothing creepy about a bunch of old abandoned caves. nothing creepy at all.

not real curious about whoever did this, thanks.

want a hand with that?

next time we’re alone, i’m going to pin you down and do things your body won’t believe.

i’d offer to help you get rid of that frustration but... you know. i’m in a committed relationship.

i wouldn’t mind the view.

hey, i don’t hate you. you and me? we’re good.

thanks, i appreciate the advice.

you know, i really like hitting things.

all right, don’t hurt yourself.

well, then, go wild you two!

i might know a bit.

hey, are you as turned on as i am right now?

i mean, if you’re going to brood, you might as well reap the benefits.

what’s the most limbs you’ve ever cut off something in one swing?

now that’s a view. gets your blood going.

i’m a firm believer in no-pants fridays.

or we can go find some bad guys who need to die.

wait wait, i’ll flex a little for you. make it easier.

these big muscled hands could tear those robes off while you struggled, helpless in my grip.

let’s mess with it and see what happens.

do you want your silky underthings back, or did you leave those as a token?

i’m not judging. i was gonna say you’re pretty good at it. i can’t pull that off.

they weren’t ready for us.

thought you’d appreciate that.

i should make a cake.

you’re pretty good at blowing guys up.

didn’t think you were the kind to bed your way to power.

oh, this is gonna be fun. the old team together again to kick some ass!

looks like dragon territory. oh, this is gonna be good.

this was supposed to be about hitting things, remember?

do we just smash it all, or what?

really damn pretty, though.

so... about last night.

we’ll figure out and make it right.

oh, is that not where we’re going?

i’d buy you dinner first.

i would conquer you.

you’re good with that sword.

hey, no hard feelings.

quit with the stinkeye.

you’re about the most dangerous person i know.

when this is over, i’m gonna need somebody to hit me with a stick again.

i avoid any job that could turn out like this.

you want to watch, don’t you.

you learn a few things about walls after knocking enough of them down.

we’re gonna waltz inside and pick up what’s there?

someone can fix this, right?

i could do some of those flexes you like.

all i’m saying is... you ever want to explore that, my door’s always open.

just remember, anything poking up from the water could be a horrible monster acting like a stick.

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natjennie · 4 months

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"did you know that most people, if you stab them with a sword, will die right away"

#gilear i love you #d20 #fantasy high #fhsy

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unlikely-gravestones · 2 years

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So i saw this post by @avelera (if i had a nickel for every time they’ve inspired a post, i’d have two nickels which....funnily enough is the exact amount that meme requires) and i CANNOT stop thinking about Hob’s first century as an immortal.

I mean surely he thought it was all in jest- his mates were having a right crack of it for the rest of the night, and Hob knew it well himself that no man escapes death; he would fight to live as long as he could in this world, experience everything he could, and when his time came he would simply find adventure elsewhere. Hob couldn’t have seriously believed Dream; he was just a nobleman with an odd sense of humour. And so what if he knew Hob’s name? Everyone in this pub knew his name, much like he did theirs, so he probably just asked.

I wonder if it remained a bit of an inside joke between Hob and his friends- when he gets injured in a fight and is laid up in bed, one of his friends says “You can’t die, remember? Got that meeting with some posh prick in 1489, what good’ll you be dead” and Hob sees it for what it is (a distraction) and plays along with a grin. Anytime he joins a new battle, its “Do prior engagements mean nothing to you, Robert Gadling?“ As said by his mate with a ridiculous put-on posh accent, “Your good man’ll be right cross when you ditch him in 1489 cause you got killed fighting for this bastard”. When Hob gets hit, its “I’ll be meeting him in 1489 at this rate! To tell him you got fucking done in, you knob-”

It might have been fun, at first. But as Hob’s friends started dropping dead around him- war, disease, killed in the streets for some gold- i think it stopped being a joke. Because now Hob was walking away from fights no else did. Now he was recovering from diseases within the week, where others were still thrashing in its grasp or going cold and still in the night. Its not enough to make him question his mortality, but it is enough to make him think he’s unnaturally lucky. Maybe he’s done something to please the gods recently, or maybe fortune was smiling down upon him for once. He could not bear it all with good-nature, because despite how fortune or luck or even the gods themselves seemed to look favourably upon him, their grace did not extend to his friends and he is still conscious of their loss.

But Hob Gadling appears to be one lucky bastard, and that’s that.

...until it isn’t.

Maybe Hob accidentally builds up a local reputation about being a reliable soldier- no matter who it is, or how many of them there are, Hob survives. I think maybe he’s died a few times by now, but he doesn’t know that- his throat was slashed by an enemy sword, and he died right there on the battlefield the moment his knees hit the dirt, but the fight lasted so long that by the time Hob woke up, gasping and grasping at his blood-covered neck, the gash which had nearly beheaded him was instead a shallow but still bleeding wound. Later he would settle on the idea that the cut hadn’t been as bad as he thought it was- why he passed out from such a wound is beyond him, but maybe it was from shock, he heard that it did that to people sometimes. Someone trying to slit your throat is different to someone slicing your arm, so even though hes still unsettled by it and sure that the wound was worse...he can’t argue with the actual wound on his body, which points to the contrary. This is probably not the first and definitely not the last time Hob dies.

So yeah, maybe he accidentally builds up a local reputation about being a reliable fighter because he simply can’t stop surviving. And its not that hes unharmed- he gets stabbed, sliced, beaten, etc. He can be out of it for days depending on the severity of his wounds or illness, but he always gets back up. And maybe eventually, as most stories go involving ageless immortals, people go from being surprised by his abilities and age, to suspicious. Hob himself took passing note of it a while ago- he thought his hair would long since be grey by now, or at least most of it would, but it isn’t. When he goes for a drink with the remaining friends he has, he notices that his hands aren’t wrinkled like theirs. Hobs hands are calloused and rough, yes, but not aged like they ought to be. He thinks its strange, of course he does, but soon he’s too smashed to think of it anymore.

How many comments does it take about his age before Hob starts to close himself off? How many times must surprise turn to suspicion, because Hob says hes in his 50′s but he still looks like he’s in his mid 30′s? How many years does it take before Hob hastily fakes his first death/disappearance, because now the people he grew up with are intensely aware of how young Hob looks compared to them- its unnatural, unusual, and for a medieval peasant, probably has something to do with the devil. And i think it would be different to the witch trials Hob would later experience in the 17th century, where the whole town was after him because he became ‘complacent’- this isnt Hob being complacent, this is Hob freaking the fuck out. This is Hob not knowing how to deal with the fact that he’s not aging like he should be- of course he thinks its fucking weird (great, but weird), of course he thinks its fucking CRAZY that hes been in so many battles, been wounded and sick so many times, and yet has always come out the other side. Of course he thinks its fucking strange but he doesn’t know whats going on so he’s just..he’s just going to keep going, because what else can he do? and it isn’t until things get a little too heated that Hob turns tail and ditches town with a half formed plan and the cover of darkness.

I wonder how long it takes him to come to terms with his immortality- does he throw himself into more dangerous situations with an “Either i’m right or it wont matter cause ill be dead” attitude? Is he seriously fucking spooked by it for a few years before the dawning realisation of lifes now limitless possibilities hits him? Does Hob think of that noble stranger in 1389 often, at first with mirth and amusement because that tosser knew exactly what he was saying when he said they’d meet again in 100 years; and then does Hob think of it with growing worry and stress, because...what exactly did he give up for this power? what has he yet to give up for it? Maybe his town was right- he’d heard the whispers, part of why he hauled ass to get out of there- maybe he had made a deal with the devil, or a demon. Perhaps, when Hob is more hopeful, he prays he struck a deal with a saint or an angel.

Dream is neither of those things, but medieval peasant Hob doesn’t know that.

Anyway. Yeah I’m having thoughts about what it must have been like for one Hob Gadling to discover his immortality. I mean, using the show as a frame of reference, Hobs taken to it pretty well- in avelera’s original post we know, and can discuss, the fact that Hob seems weary at their first centennial meeting in 1489. He doesn’t know what this stranger wants from him, doesn’t know if he unwittingly agreed to a deal back in 1389 that he now has to make good on. But when Dream tells him that he simply wants to hear of his life, wants to hear what its like being a mortal-turned-immortal in a world Dream so clearly (at the time) holds little regard for...Hob is just Hob about it all. Dream thinks he’s going to say something profound, or wish for death, but instead my man started going on about how great chimneys and card games are. It makes me even more interested in what it must have been like for him to discover his gift- the highs of being able to live life freely, of realising that should that stranger be merciful and grant him more time on earth, he could experience everything under the sun for decades- Hob seems so innately positive, i mean his whole thing is that there’s always more to do and always greener grass to chase. This must be such a contrast to the lows of watching your friends and family die when you don’t, to being watched by your own town for a deal you now realise may not have been in jest at all, to stressing about what exactly you will be asked to give in 1489.

Im. Having thoughts.

#besties ive been hitting you with so many long posts recently im sorry #but im also not bc y'all eat it up and i am very thankful #but i feel so bad #im gonna put a cut somewhere so u dont have to scroll 30000 times to get through it #anyway #yeah #i just think its interesting bc Hob seems to take to immortality v well #and hes such a charismatic character that i wonder how he dealt with it at first #just the slow realisation that something is wrong #but its not wrong enough for you to seriously think about it and no ones noticed yet #like it literally would have taken Hob years to realise something was amiss #hob doesn't just KNOW he has immortality its something he discovers during a lifetime he shouldnt have #like at what point do you go This is Ridiculous #please scream at me about this im having thoughts and u need to have them too #sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #sandman meta #morpheus #the sandman netflix

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animelovelover123 · 8 months

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DMC: Family Pet AU – Being Walked In On

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Being at the service of 11 people who could call for you and seek you out as they please, it’s inevitable that there would be interruptions in private moments. Here is how they would react to being walked in on.

Dante

Woops. Well, this wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last. This kind of predicament is commonplace thanks to his inclination to take you in the main room of his shop because then you leave your scent all over where he spends most of his time. That way he can enjoy you while you’re gone, entice some of his other lovers if they visit (Nero is particularly weak to this after a bout of embarrassment), and get a good chuckle when some people walk in and crinkle up their noise as they are assaulted with the lingering smell of sex. Vergil’s and Lady’s looks of shock and disgust while trying to restrain blushes are to die for. Literally, Dante usually gets stabbed or shot for it but it’s so worth it.

Anyway, when one of his family walks in while you are bouncing on his lap, he barely hesitates when looking at them with a mischievous grin. Hooking his arms behind your knees, he lifts your legs up and apart so the third party can clearly see where Dante disappears into you.

“Always room for one more.”

Vergil

Vergil is not the type to feel embarrassment or shame often. And especially not in matters like this for he has every right to please you and be pleased, there is no need for false modesty. Even when he does start to harbour such things, usually when he has failed spectacularly or he has shown his weaker side, it usually surfaces as anger. Either way, he has zero patience for being interrupted for anything less than a true emergency. He tries to ward others off by wafting out his demonic energy as a warning, but if a family member intrudes anyway, he won't hold back his aggression.

Vergil can sense someone approaching. He tries to ward them off with his demonic energy but here they come anyway. And apparently, they were thoroughly thoughtless, in both senses of the word, because they started to open the door without warning. Before they could even slip a hand in Vergil sends out a Summon Sword, piercing both the door and the door frame, jamming them together, and making clear the world of pain they are in for if they try to intrude any further. If he still has some clarity of mind, he will shout in a tone bordering on a snarl, “Leave this instant or not even Sparda himself can save you from my wrath.” And if his humanity was already lost to primal pleasure then he would only let out a single deep, loud, venomous growl.

Nero

It depends on how long you and he have been part of the family. If he is new to sharing both you and himself with others outside of his relationship with Kyrie, then he will get bashful. He’ll let out a cute little noise, which he will deny later, and fumble horribly as he tries to preserve your and his modesty. He will also cuss, either under his breath if the person seems remorseful for interrupting or pointedly if the person is unsympathetic or jokey. His shyness rarely comes out as physical violence though as, in the beginning, he doesn’t want to risk lashing out when you’re so close. And later he has long since accepted the sharing situation.

When his uncertainty about the whole ‘polyamorous family’ situation he had been thrust into finally ebbs away, he is able to not panic and think things through when times with you are interrupted. If it’s someone he doesn’t want in the moment he will pointedly tell them to “fuck off”. If it’s someone submissive or a person he respects he’ll be more polite in telling them he’s “in the middle of something”. But, if it’s someone dominant and he’s in a certain kind of mood, well…

Nero is all raspy breaths and twitching limbs as he falls back onto the headboard, his muscles losing all strength in his post-orgasm. He watches with half-lidded eyes as you lift your head from his chest, breathes long and slow as you too come down from the high, to meet the approaching hand of the person that had walked in just moments before. Nero watches as you receive praise, get soothing pets, and a kiss for a job well done.

“Hey,” Nero calls, grabbing onto the person’s clothes to tug at them for attention. His face regains its redness, his eyes are pleading, and his lips almost start to pout to match the slight whine in his voice. “me too. I did good too, right?”

Being interrupted is quite bothersome to V. People seeing his naked form is of little consequence to him. Having been created with a fully matured mind, naked as any newborn would be, he did not experience that suffocating title wave of shame brought about by puberty and the pressure to hide one's developing body. He also spent the first month of his existence as a homeless wanderer stealing and scavenging while only having one outfit to his name, openly washing himself and his clothes in any somewhat clean water he could find in the ruins of Red Grave City. In short, V did not find naked bodies inherently sexual. If anything, he found them beautiful, like an art piece that told the story of one's life. It was the feelings of the people in said bodies that decided if the mood was sexual or not.

No, the problem he had with being walked in on was how it swiftly snuffed out the atmosphere he had so carefully constructed. Getting to this point with V was almost always a lengthy process, tens of minutes or even hours of poetic wordplay, tantalizing looks, and fleeting touches. It was such a delicate dance that he would even station his familiars outside of the room to ward off any who would dare to steal his dance partner before the crescendo.

Unfortunately, there would still be times that someone slips through the veil and tares it down, bringing with them a rush of cold air that dissolves the heat in the room. And just like if someone were to drag a man out of deep slumber in which he was cradled in the most blissful of dreams via a splash of ice water, V is thoroughly put off and perturbed for quite a while. His smooth voice helping to disguise the severity and meaning of the venomous thorn-like words shot bitterly to dig into the intruder.

Credo

Always the prim and proper general, Credo held true to the traditional rules of lovemaking that he had grown up with. There was a time and a place for such intimacies, something he would remind others of if they were caught being untoward at inappropriate times. And when such an opportunity comes about it should be done with grace and respect as giving one’s body over to another is the utmost sign of trust and affection.

So when someone suddenly teleports into the room he reacts quickly. He devil triggers his arms and uses his shield and wing to cover both your bodies as his elbows fall to the mattress on either side of your shoulders. His hips stop and he leans forward to further hide your face in his chest. Though having an order on the tip of his slightly swollen lips, Credo holds his tongue when the intruder speaks because, more than a lover, he is a soldier. When the commanding and formidable voice of his superior instructs him to continue, “for an honourable knight never leaves a job half finished”, Credo’s body tenses with conflicting values. He raises his chest from your face so he can look down at you, mouth closed in a concentrated line, his eyes silently ask for your feelings on the predicament.

If you show any sign of discomfort, he will stand his ground despite any possible punishment he may, but most likely won’t, receive for defying orders. “My apologies, but an honourable man does not force his love to do what makes them unhappy.” If you consent though, flashing him a smile and giving a curt nod, he will return to his full human form and lift back up from his elbows to the palms of his hands. Suppressing the slight quiver trying to sneak through his voice but not the heat spreading across his face and even to the tips of his ears, Credo responds. “Yes sir.”

Lady

With her hatred for demons and drive to avenge her mother and her own lost childhood engulfing her teen years, Lady ended up being a late bloomer. So, despite being a full-fledged adult, she approaches sex like a skittish but overzealous teenager. One with a body as sensitive as her temper and as easy to fire on all cylinders as her happy trigger finger.

Just as in battle, Lady is fluid and precise with every movement, able to multitask as she takes from her opponent what she wants while still being in complete control despite laying under you. And you are most definitely losing as your tongue keeps stopping to take in shaky moans and whimpers under her constant assault. Lady isn’t mad though, if anything it strokes her ego as she has to curl a leg around your head to pull you back down onto her to encourage you to continue, making you whine even more.

And just like in battle, Lady’s reaction time is impeccable as the moment she catches the creaking of the floorboard just outside of her room she jumps into action. Her thighs clamp around your head, one of her arms wraps around your waist, and she grabs the pistol she keeps under her pillow. In one smooth movement, Lady flips you both over, you now on your back and her sitting upright above your head. Before the door opens even halfway, she aims and fires at the person she has already identified, shooting through the opening and past the person if they are human or, if they are any amount of demon, snipes them upside the head. And as she lets out a proud huff as the intruder tumbles backward, she finally leaves herself open enough for you to take charge. For once Lady lets out a stuttering whimper/moan as you suddenly pull her down to sit on your face.

Trish

Trish has always been confident in her body and her sexuality; just look at how she dresses! She is also a demon who has had to bear witness to Mundus playing with his harem of Pets while she served under him. So, the possibility of someone walking in on her doesn’t really bother her. The only times she shows a modicum of modesty is if her current partner becomes uncomfortable, then she will protest for their benefit. That’s not to say she is an exhibitionist or nudist or anything of the sort. She just sees no point in acting coy about seeing people naked or knowing they have sex. This is especially true for her regarding the family. Everyone was sleeping around together, why try to pretend you aren’t?

So, when someone walks into the room, Trish turns to them with her usual sultry smile and doesn’t even slow her fingers as they drag in and out of you. Although she will give one plump cheek, which was held up and towards her, a comforting tap if you whine in embarrassment while pressing your face further into the bed below you.

She will hear the person out if they have an important message, but what she finds more fun is when the person gets all hot and bothered by the display before them.

“Would you like to play too kitten?” Trish asks as she beckons them over with just one finger. “Come on over here. Mommy has two hands.”

Nico

With Nico having spent days, weeks, and even months at a time living out of her van, she is already used to blocking out the sounds of other people or having to shoo them off while in the middle of private business. She’ll tell you what, “There ain’t nothin’ worse than being seconds away from finishin’ polishin’ your pearl when the copers come bangin’ on your door threatenin’ to toe your wheels if you don’t shove out asap.” And interruptions became even more prevalent as she started letting more and more people hang out in her van. This didn’t make it any less aggravating though when she was interrupted.

“Oh baby.” Nico groaned, hand reaching behind her to grab your hair and hips rolling forward into your hand currently down her shorts to further add pressure to your twirling fingers. With her leaning back against your front and you pressed up against the jukebox, Nico quickly caught the door to the van being opened directly in front of you both. Just as metal-covered fingers slid through, Nico lifted a foot and slammed her boot into the door.

“Jesus Crist!” Nero shouted, hand retracting out of the doorway. “You trying to break my fingers?” He looked over his hand which was thankfully unharmed but the devil breaker gauntlet was now fingerless.

“Buzz off man.” Nico shouted back.

“I just wanna buy-“

“Stores closed, I’m busy.”

“Look, it will only take a minute.”

“Take a goddamn hint dude.”

“Excuse me?”

“We’re tryin’ to have a good time in here.”

“We…” Nero trails off in thought then remembers seeing you enter the van just as he was leaving. “Really? Right now?”

“Hell ya right now.” Nico turns to look over her shoulder as she grinds her ass back into you.

“We’re in the middle of a mission Nico!”

Kyrie

No matter how much time she has had to adjust to the more open affection within her new demonic family, Kyrie will always be a shy, chaste, saint of a woman. She lets out a giggle whenever someone brushes against her in an affectionate way, blushes when someone gives her a quick peck, and tries to hide her face if someone wants to capture her lips in public. Heaven forbid someone walks in on her doing something so intimate.

With her heart already hammering in her chest and her face so hot anyone would think she had a severe fever; it was only by screwing her eyes shut and clinging to the pillow she hugged to her chest that kept her stable enough to keep her trembling legs open as your head drifts down between them. Being so wound up as is, when she hears the click of the bedroom door opening, she lets out a panicked shriek. She buries her face in the pillow she is clinging to, turns her back to the door, and snaps her legs close. Even as the person on the other side of the door shouts apologies while closing the door and retreating, Kyrie doesn’t move an inch from her shaking fetal position. After taking the time to calm her and assure her that the person didn’t see anything, she pulls her face away from her pillow to look at you, an apology on her lips and tears still in her eyes.

Sparda

Ever the family man and responsible leader, even when in the throes of passion Sparda would stop to address any family member that interrupted the moment. On rare occasions, usually if he or you are on the brink of climax, he will growl at the intruder to wait. But he will quickly finish and find them after to discuss whatever they came to see him for. Still, his arousal would take a pretty bad hit if interrupted and he may need some extra attention to get back to where you both left off. He doesn’t like making you work extra though, especially if you also lose some of your arousal in the process. This is often mitigated however by him being an oh so generous family man.

“Is there anything else?” Sparda asked, having successfully talked through his family member’s problem. He spoke with gentle patience despite his natural frustration at being interrupted and noticing how he had softened considerably at this point. You, however, were still giving off an aroused aura. And not just for him, but for his kin too who also seemed to have noticed your curious looks. And so, being the generous father who wants all his kin to feel loved and well-practiced, and knowing that you two can entertain each other while he returns to his previous fervour, he motions them towards you. “If you have time to spare, would you like to join us?”

Eva

As a mother of twins who constantly fought and looked to their parents for backup in arguments, she was far too used to being barged in on. She had mastered the technique of covering herself and her partner up in the blink of an eye and even on the brink of an orgasm she could put on an unassuming voice and caring smile as she asked what was wrong.

So when you and she are entangled in an embrace, both topless as you drag your tongue along the lingering stretch marks from her time breastfeeding, and someone enters the bedroom unannounced Eva has the bed’s blanket wrapped around you both before you even lift your head. “Do you need something?” She asks with all the sweetness of a saint while you paw at her chest in disappointment. One of her hands soothingly travels up and down your back as you pout up at her when her other hand gently pushes you back.

#devil may cry x reader #devil may cry imagine #v x reader #vergil x reader #dante x reader #nero x reader #sparda x reader #credo x reader #eva x reader #lady x reader #trish x reader #kyrie x reader #nico x reader #sparda x eva #nero x kyrie #v (dmc) x reader

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alilbitlesbian · 1 month

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Third time's the charm (common denominators) DLC

One of my readers on AO3 asked a description of a room the other day, and then I offered to describe more, and then I wrote too much so,,, here we are?

For anyone who doesn't have the context of my fic; GN!Reader-insert (Dove) is Adam's third wife (made for him ooo) and got stuck In hell during the season finale, this is just a few rooms from that story described in detail.

Story's called "Third time's the charm (common denominators)" and you can find it on ao3.

@alovesongtheywrote here you are! <3

Adam’s office

imma describe it like Dove’s investigating it

The office is pretty barebones, there are no pictures, no personal touches, really, it looks like it could belong to anyone. There’s a grand, bow-front oak desk in the centre of the room, and a few mainly empty bookshelves.

(Personally, you know exactly why Adam has a bow-front desk, he loves public stuff, and he loves blowjobs, so– Ugh, actually, let’s not think about that right now.)

There’s a desktop computer on the desk, though it’s mounted so it can easily be pushed and pulled around to see over the desk for meetings and such. You round it and open the drawers on the right side, only to find them empty aside from some menial office supplies, a perforator and such.. That, well, that can’t be right, you take a closer look, and–

Yeah, that’s more like it.

It’s a false bottom, in the hidden compartment of the drawer, there’s a vibrator and three different fleshlights, you vaguely recognize them from when Adam was in this phase and kept leaving the items around the house. He was so obsessed. “Oh! These are made from the moulds of real people, yeah, real human ass! Yeah, this is from a porn star named Chris- Hey hey, don’t look at me like that, bitch, it’s not gay– it’s THE best fucking ass possible, okay, shut the FUCK up!”

You know far too much about them, he would rant for hours and hours how the insides were made to give different textures, and– Oh, yeah, you recognize that big one, you use a pen to turn it over, it was made to ‘help train stamina’, it worked fine, which was the problem. Ugh, you thought he’d gotten rid of these.

Closing the drawer back up, you move to look at his desk, there’s a shit ton of trash on his desk, next to a pile of files he had to go through- You still have no idea what he does in his office, but you think he doesn’t, either. You recognize one of the beer cans, and huff.

That’s another fleshlight, you recognize it, because he used to keep it in the fridge, until you figured out what it was and made him get rid of it. You think he gave up on the incognito sex toys in different places, but seems he just moved them to his work, gross.

His computer is brand new, there’s several games with anime girls as the icons, one called ‘Yandere simulator’.. What’s that? Eh, whatever, unimportant.

The left drawer has a few personal affects, a miniature guitaraxe you got him for his birthday once, several pictures of you, him and/or Lyre. And a few of him and Lute, there’s also a collection of pictures he took during an extermination once, with the three of you absolutely drenched in blood.

There’s a dog bed in the corner, sometimes he takes Lyre to work, ‘Liar’ is embroidered onto the front of the bed, and there’s a small basket of different dog toys, and a hook with a spiked dog collar and studded leash hung off of it, right above the bed.

There is a row of dead cacti on the windowsill, you’re pretty sure Emily keeps giving them to him, the one furthest right is still alive, the one furthest left is the most dead one, they seem to all die of different things, though. One is rotting away (it smells), another is dried down to a raisin, one smells overwhelmingly of alcohol.. This one’s got all of it’s spikes cut out? There’s tweezers next to it and a neat pile of the spikes, jesus christ Adam, what? Another has a tiny collection of swords stabbed through it.

Actually tiny, they’re small swords, okay? You have no idea where he got them.

Moving on from that, there’s—Well, the rest of the place is pretty barren, there’s some panties you don’t recognize halfway under a bookshelf, but what else is new? You huff, having found nothing very interesting, and leave the room, noting that there is no lock on the door.

Again, gross, Adam.

Dove’s hotel room

(Before the return with Lute)

“Should we… I don’t know, empty it out?” Charlie’s hand settles on Vaggie’s shoulder, the fallen angel huffs, shoulders falling.

She’s probably been standing, looking into Dove’s old room, for a little too long.

“I don’t want to.” She murmurs lowly, Charlie smiles, but Vaggie looks away.

“Then we won’t.” Her girlfriend assures, Vaggie nods slowly, glancing around the room.

“I’d like to be alone, for a while, if that’s okay.” Charlie nods, pressing a quick kiss against Vaggie’s cheek. Her hands settle on her girlfriend’s shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze before she pulls away.

“Of course, Vaggie, I’ll be downstairs if you need me, okay?” Vaggie nods mutely, and Charlie leaves.

Vaggie squares her shoulders, then enters the room, shutting the door behind her.

Dove’s room is… A mess, really, there’s a bluetooth speaker on the nightstand, it is on, though it chimes every few seconds that it has a low battery. There’s a clock, but it’s several hours behind. The floor is littered with dirty clothes, and there are dishes around the room, though, they are oddly all clean of food residue.

There are cans of.. Mace? On the floor? All empty, it’s not like it’s a few of them either.

Vaggie confiscates the cigarettes she finds.

The bed has a single plush duck at the centre of the pillows. The pillows themselves are more set up like a nest than in a row by the headboard, which Vaggie vaguely remembers is one of Dove’s habits. There are three different TVs around the room, not a single one is fully off, one has a screensaver of ducklings in water for some reason, and another is playing ‘funniest murder videos’, again, blissfully, the volume is down.

Vaggie sighs, and turns off anything electronic she can find, she plugs the speaker into a charger. Then finds all three of the TV remotes and sets them on top of the nightstand (they are all incompatible with the other two TVs, but look exactly the same. Thank you, Dove.)

Looking around the room for anything else that should be dealt with before she.. Well, locks the room up for the foreseeable future, she’s kind of confused by her findings.

Food items, or even sex toys, is what she expects to find, that was a really weird thing with Dove. For some reason, the angel had a thing with keeping sex toys in the worst places possible. Vaggie would assume they were Adam’s if Dove weren’t so adamant they were theirs.

Weird.

But none of that was there, if anything, aside from the weirdly obnoxious TVs, and, for some reason, a mini-fridge, the room was kind of…

Bittersweet.

There was a pet bed under one of the windows, full of a certain cat’s black hair, but much bigger than necessary to be intended for Keekee, distinctly the size of a certain dog. As an extra punch in the gut, there’s a small shopping bag with a few necessities, toys, a collar and leash, and food. There’s a bowl set up to the side, it’s topped off with fresh water for Keekee.

There’s a desk, though it’s been buried under trash–or, well, it’s been buried under.. Stuff, new stuff, the most of it, like Dove has been going on a buying (or shoplifting) spree. There’s also a simple potted plant that blooms with Lilac flowers, Lute distinctly remembers Emily having one that looks like it.

She moves on, passing the walk-in closet, and the bathroom looks oddly untouched aside from some golden stains in the sink. There’s also a towel crumpled on the ground, it too, is covered in bloodstains. It’s long dry, the blood appearing brown and the cloth looks like it’d crunch if Vaggie tried to unfold it.

When did Dove get hurt? She… She can’t really think of a time.

She closes the bathroom door, she’ll ask Charlie to throw away the towel, she was sure Alastor would try to eat it or something, and that was frankly freaky when it’s her parent’s blood.

Continuing down the room, there’s a few leafy red plants in the windowsill that Vaggie thinks used to stand in other places in the hotel. The rest of the surface seems clear, aside from grime, and Vaggie almost passes by, but…

There’s a pile of pictures on the dusty windowsill, packed in a folder from some shop in hell that apparently printed them. The pictures were obviously well-loved, and frequently visited, by the smudged dust around the pile.

Vaggie sits down on the bed with the pictures and sorts through them.

She quickly figures that these are all images that were on Dove’s phone, there are.. A lot of them, she sets them in little piles, a few of the pictures are of Liar, but a lot of them are…

Candids?

She didn’t know a lot of these existed, it was a little odd, really, to see herself like this. It was just.. Domestic moments, most of them. One of her asleep in a pile with a few of the other exorcists and Lute. One of her and the others all drinking, with Dove’s face halfway in the frame in what was intended to be a selfie.

Also a lot of.. Lute.

A surprising amount, really.

Lute and Dove at a fair, with a seal plush between them (though Lute looked wholly unamused), the two of them with Liar, and many of them just..

Well.

Asleep? Cuddling? A lot of Lute, asleep, curled up in increasingly strange positions or situations. Vaggie had seen Dove take these sometimes, always with the excuse of ‘blackmail’, but…

She’s pretty sure the wing in the one she holds is Dove, Lute’s asleep ontop of Dove’s wing. That on it’s own could be fine but–

There’s a lot like that, a lot that seem oddly intimate, Vaggie shakes her head.

Dove is literally created to love men, and nothing else, Vaggie’s just reading into it too much. Lute never seemed close to them anyway.

She puts the pictures back, and stands, there’s a few loose feathers about, a few are white, but that’s not too strange, sometimes down was lighter than the normal feathers. What is strange is that there is an engraved money clip on the floor, with a few spare hundred dollars in it.

Vaggie hesitates, that’s hell’s currency, not heaven’s. How did Dove even–

She picks it up, reads what’s engraved.

Ah.

What the fuck.

LM.

…Christ, Dove, did you really steal from my father-in-law…?

She sighs, glancing one last time around the room, she unplugs some electronics (not the minifridge) and then locks the room behind her, intent to find Charlie to.. Find a way to return this without (rightfully) pissing off Lucifer.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #reader x hazbin hotel #reader insert #third time's the charm #common denominators

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mongeese · 2 years

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"Do you know that most people, when you stab them with a sword, will die right away" - Brennan Lee Mulligan

#fantasy high #dim20

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thenerdyindividual · 1 year

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Okay so I had someone reblog my finale post saying that they would agree with my analysis if Arthur’s death wasn’t so lame. Normally I’d agree that I would want more pomp and circumstance for a character’s death, but not for Merlin because Arthur’s death at Camlann isn’t the point of the finale. It’s Arthur and Merlin’s relationship. It’s the tenderness and the vulnerability that they experience those last couple days together. It’s about Arthur coming to accept all of Merlin, and them going forward with a full understanding of each other. Any pomp and circumstance around Arthur being stabbed at Camlann would have taken time away from the slow and gentle heartbreak.

They also complained that Mordred just stabbed him instead of using magic, which like… Mordred is pissed at Arthur for executing Kara. It makes total sense that he’d want to see Arthur’s face when he killed him, and would want to know Arthur it was him. It also is the perfect display of Arthur’s character arching towards openness and kindness that even though he knows Mordred betrayed him, he still cared about Mordred and didn’t want to raise a hand against him if he didn’t have to.

The person also complained that the tip of Mordred’s sword was what felled the great Arthur pendragon, ignoring the dragon’s breath thing. And to quote Brennan Lee Mulligan “most people if you stab them with a sword will die right away”.

#bbc merlin #merlin #merlin bbc #merlin tv #the adventures of merlin #merlin meta #bbc merlin meta

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dosha-chai · 4 months

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MEET THE CHARACTERS: Remi Rivers/Princess Seraphina Arquitius.

Artist: Himmeldoe and TheSleepyPencilArt 🩷

Campaign: Bloody Fairy Tales (Ongoing and live on twitch.tv/welcometothearcanum )

Race: Protector Aasimar

Lv. & Class: Lv. 16 Warlock | The Archfey | Pact of the Blade

Familiar: Kingsley (Fennec Fox)

Backstory: The Tragic Story of The 12 Dancing Princesses

You know the story of how my sisters and I began our little escapes, but what about after that? No? Well, let’s begin.

In the Kingdom of Lavendel, King Roy Arquitius was already known to be a tyrant not only to his daughters, but to his kingdom. I was the youngest of twelve. I was so sure my life, compared to the rest of my sisters, would be easy going. I could have done more even at 12. I was going to study the Shimmery Hallows that magically appeared to us. I was going to save our people from poverty, open an orphanage for the children who lost their parents alongside Maelys and Asariel. Maelys was going to propose free healthcare to those in need and with Asariel as queen, pass the law to make it set in stone. Lailah, Vacrezia, and Esther wanted to hold charity balls and teach people to dance. Contessa and Wilhelmina learned how to fight in secrecy and planned to run away with their lovers. Novetta and Bernadetta were studying world history and planned to travel the world so they could learn about everything. Persephone was always timid and desperate for fathers love. She loved us all so much, but she just wanted to be good enough for him. So she accepted a marriage proposal he had made for her, not that she truly had a choice. She was supposed to leave for her new life. And Josephina… She was our light. She always looked to have a better day. Father did his best to imprison us, but she made it feel a little less worse than it was. She was always the first to take blame for any mistakes made and accept our punishments. Father saw her as a burden, but we saw her as the most caring sister. All she wanted to do was learn about new constellations and support us… But Father ruined it all with that stupid old knight, Wilhelm.

Father had lost public favor when he raised the taxes and practically forced his subjects into squander, but when he announced he had wed his eldest daughter to a retired old knight born a peasant, he lost royal favor as well. I cannot say who, but most likely the royals, I assume were supposed to be a marriage candidate for Asariel, decided that House Arquitius had a long enough reign and instead of showing us mercy, staged a coup to usurp the throne with no survivors.

So much had happened in minutes. Screams, slashing, stomping. CRACKS. I can still hear them so vividly. Screams, slashing, stomping. CRACKS. Asariel is pronounced deceased by one of our handmaids. We attempt to run. Screams, slashing, stomping. CRACKS. Persephone falls with arrows in her back. Wilhelmina comes to her aid to hold off some of the attackers, but not for long. We ran to the Garden. Screams, slashing, stomping. CRACKS. Esther is slain by a gardener, Vacrezia is dragged to the ground and trampled to death, Maelys tries to shield Vacrezia, but it’s too late and she too is slain. Screams, slashing, stomping. CRACKS. Novetta and Bernadtta run in the opposite direction and are met with swords in their throats. At this point, Contessa stays behind as did Wilhelmina and meets the same fate, just to buy us time. Lailah grabs both me and Josephina and proceeds to run through the rose bushes. It hurts, but she doesn’t stop.

“I’m so sorry for being mean to you, Sera. I’m so sorry.” Lailah cries. “If I could pray for anything right now it would be for you and Josie to just live on, I don’t care if that means I have to die. PLEASE just live”. She continues.

I am silent, but for the first time in my life, I look to see Josephina sobbing.

Screams, slashing, stomping. CRACKS. We make it out but Josephina’s eyes are dull and she stops moving. She had been stabbed at some point in her ribs. I scream trying to cling to her, but Lailah removes me from her, picking me up as she runs to the stables. She stops dead in her tracks as I look to see the Knight Arther, fathers bastard. He looks relieved to see us.

“By the gods, is it only you two?” He asks in horror.

“Please take her, Arther. You have a horse right? I am currently the rightful heir and next in line to be Queen, at this moment I order you to protect Princess Seraphina till the day you die, do you understand me?” she says with a look of desperation.

Screams, slashing, stomping. CRACKS.

Time has run out and we hear men approaching. Arther nods, taking me on horseback as Lailah makes a distraction for us to get away. I look back at her and–Screams, slashing, stomping. CRACKS. Screams, slashing, stomping. CRACKS. Screams, slashing, stomping. CRACKS.

I wake up gasping for air most nights, as these memories are now my nightmares. However, there are some nights, though rare, where a beautiful woman comes to visit me in my dreams and she just sings to me. She never asks anything of me, doesn’t talk much, but she soothes me. When this began happening, I noticed I was able to do what Maelys could and have been able to dabble in magic ever since. Hard to believe it’s been about 6-7 years since that day. Nowadays I have taken the name Remi Rivers, my hair is choppy, I dress in commoners clothes, and wear an eye patch to conceal the eye of house Arquitius. Arther, thankfully taught me how to use a blade and we’ve been hiding ever since. We take jobs on occasion, but primarily stay within forest-like areas.

As far as the people know, House Arquitius is gone. However, there are those who still believe Princess Seraphina lives and there still may be a chance for the kingdom of Lavendel to have hope… But is that what I even want anymore?

#dnd character #dnd #dnd art #dungeons and dragons #dnd backstory #dungeons and dragons character #twitch streamer #dnd steamer

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annaoffline · 2 years

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All for you

Request: Hihi!! Hope you’re doing good! Could you do a Yandere Jean x Guard F!reader where the reader catches jean in the act of killing somebody who hurt the reader? ^^

Warnings: unhealthy obsessions, violence, death/killing

Note: I haven't written Yandere in a while so I hope it's ok

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Was this really happening? There had to be something wrong with your eyes, right?

You were one of the few women in the ranks of the Knights Of Favonius in Mondstadt, along with Jean and Hertha. Most of the time you were just guarding the gates of the city, but you made sure nobody would get hurt because of intruders. You did your job very well and other knights talked about you a lot, they respected you. That's why the acting grandmaster took a liking to you. Jean heard about how the people of Mondstadt trusted you, how they admired you. She understood them, she admired you too. That's why she did what she had to after you got hurt.

After one of the special days when you had a mission outside of the city, you came back with a heavily bleeding arm. An adventurer had attacked you, stabbed your arm with their sword and ran off. Jean herself took you to the cathedral as fast as she could after she saw your arm. And even though Barbara told her that you were fine, she felt more rage than she could ever have imagined. She was sure : The adventurer had to pay for what they did to you.

Jean talked to Katherine as soon as you were back at the headquarters and identified the adventurer who hurt you. It was a man in his 40s, he had been with the Adventurer's Guild since he was 20 and at the time, he was on a mission in the forest next to Mondstadt. Jean immediately took her walk to the destination, the man was going to die. As soon as she passed the first few trees she heard growling and slashing, someone was defeating monsters. She followed the sounds until she saw the man she was looking for, covered in Hilichurl's blood.

Nobody would know who killed him.

Nobody would know it was his blood, not the monster's.

As the blonde took out her sword, she jumped at him and started to swing the blade. The man didn't know what hit him and he had no chance against the rage filled woman. As he was lying on the ground, Jean on top of him and her blade pressed against his neck, he begged for her to let him go.

"I didn't do anything! I was just fighting Hilichurls!"

"You hurt our most valuable guard and you're going to regret it."

As he heard Jean's whisper and felt her sword getting stabbed into his body, he saw something behind her. Just before he took his last breath, he was able to make out the figure in the woods–the guard he fought a while ago.

You were scared, you just saw the acting grandmaster Jean kill someone in the woods. You saw her kill the exact guy that could've killed you. You wanted to run back to the city but as you took a step back, you tripped over your own feet. Jean's head quickly turned to you, a crazy look on her face.

"Y/n! This is him, right? This is the guy that hurt you."

Her voice was sweet as honey, sweeter than ever.

"Jean, why did you..."

You were too shocked to get out a full sentence. Jean had always been such a nice and reasonable person, so why did she kill that man?

"He hurt you, didn't he?"

You didn't dare to move, even when she moved towards you.

"He can't just get away with that. I did this all for you."

You couldn't get out a word, you just stared at Jean with wide eyes and your mouth open.

"You don't have to thank me, really. This was something I had to do because I care for you. Because I love you, dear."

Of course, Jean had always been nice to you and you held a lot of respect for her, but this? She had a sickening smile on her face and you could feel the poison in her voice, yet she sounded to sweet. You couldn't believe what you had just witnessed.

"No one will be mean to you ever again, I'll make sure of that."

She cupped your face with her bloody hands and you saw something spark in her eyes. You were scared, what would she do and how many people would she be willing to kill for you?

Jean would make sure you'd never have to ask these things. In fact, you wouldn't have to do anything as long as she was there.

"I'll always be there to protect you, my dear Y/n."

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I hope this was how you wanted it :)

I hope to get more requests soon!

#genshin impact #yandere #yandere jean #jean genshin x reader #jean genshin impact #knights of favonius #obsessive yandere

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theskeletoninthegarden · 7 months

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You know I have to hit you with that 8., 25., and 30. for the BG3 ask thing.

For bonus points answer for wach of your Tava, or just pick the Tav you feel is best. The world is your oyster.

AHHHH! I've had two Tavs, and a few Durges, but there's only one I plan on taking to end game right now, Tavrose, and one I use for all of my writing, Quinntav. I'll answer for those two, since they're the most established.

Tavrose is a Geralt type that is, in game, classed as an Eldritch Knight with a pact made with Raphael, and who spends their time dealing with monster related problems (slaying is optional). Tav is a pretty stoic fellow, with a pretty dry sense of humor, and very little phases them, as they were cared for by Raffy for some time as a youth. Also, if you need help negotiating your way out of a bad deal, they're the one to call. They have a minor in law, and they read monster facts for fun in their spare time.

Quinntav is a senior member of the Circus of the Last Days, and is a former Blood Hunter with the duel wielding fighting type, and following the Pact of the Profane Soul. But they're also a talented sword juggler, tight rope walker, fire breather, violin player, card dealer, sword swallower, etc etc etc and amateur clown. Quinntav is a smile their way through anything type, wielding sass better then their own blades, and carrying a pretty high capacity for weird bullshit. Unlike Tavrose, when they start to get "stab happy" they tend to be obvious about it. They're the weird friend who will show up in your kitchen at 3am eating your cereal without notice. I've been using Mollymauk Teleaf as inspiration, but haven't commissioned a picture yet for them.

Both are Dark Urge characters, both are Mephistopheles Tieflings, and both are children of a follower of Selune. Both have also been aware of their heritage for a decade or so, so they're pretty good at swatting away their urges.

8. Who are they suspicious of?

Tavrose isn't suspicious of anyone. That sounds weird, but unless they're actively having to deal with someone else's problem with something or someone else, they don't really bear anything or anyone any mind. It's not until game events occur where people begin to actively target them and the party that the begin to show some modicum of motivation to deal with anyone.

Quinntav, in the game, is pretty lukewarm towards the Harpers for a while, until they get to know Jahira. They remain borderline ambivalent towards the Flaming Fists throughout the game, and generally aren't receptive to anyone in significant positions of ruling authority. If they could get away with killing Vlaakith, punching Duke Ravenguard, and fighting Zariel in hand to hand combat, they would. To name a few examples. They have a pact with Raffy thanks to their urges but they're far more crotchety about it then Tavrose.

25. What arcana major best represents your Tav?

Tavrose: The Chariot. Tavrose isn't a driven person, they have no real goals, very few attachments, and lack the discipline to deal very much more about their urges beyond simply restraining them. On the other hand, when this is reversed, you'll not find a more loyal, to the ends of the earth, ride or die motherfucker. When Tavrose finally gets their shit into gear their undoubtly remarkable focus towards completing a goal, and doing it well, cannot be ignored.

Quinntav: The Fool, easy. Quinn is one of my typical reckless, damn if this kills me, joker types, who comes off as being generally free spirited and hilarious, but secretly has a great deal about themself that they're not sharing with the class. The Dark Urge/Haunted One background is the driving force behind much of this, including their martyr complex.

30. What is your favorite thing about your Tav?

Tavrose? They're an enormous lover of all things scaly, furry, you name it. They come off as stoic, and their social skills are...chilly, to say the least. But if you want to know, or don't want to know, about the life cycle of an Aboleth, they're your Tiefling. The owlbear cub is in perfect hands.

Quinntav? In short, everything. But Quinn is one of my blorbos right now, existing on rotation in my head, 24/7.

In length: Quinn learned Common Sign to speak to Zara specifically. Quinn cackles like a hyena in battle. Quinn regularly sleeps in everyone else's tent. Quinn flipped off Vlaakith and they were incarnated. Quinn wags their tail like a dog. Quinn is touch deprived. Quinn loves trashy romance novels. Quinn the Blood Hunter is in a relationship with the vampire. Quinn has been naked around everyone at least once. Quinn and Karlach have teamwork feats together. Quinn is a little in love with everyone in the party. Quinn is demisexual. Quinn named the Owlbear Carnage. Quinn has a coffin of holding. Quinn's Guardian looks like their sister, {REDACTED}. Quinn is heavily scarred from the neck down. Quinn is amethyst skinned, plum haired, black horned, and red eyed. Quinn's right horn is tipped with a crescent moon, for themself, and the other a star, for their mother. Quinn has Astarion Marked, in case of a kidnapping. Quinn is secretly a level 17 character. Quinn was born in 1411 DR. Quinn gave everyone in the party a nick name. Quinn is Half-Elven. Quinn has the second highest body count. Quinn commissioned a Ring of Protection for Astarion, and tested it out on themself, with Dame Aylin using Sunlight on them. Quinn has a short fic. QuinnQuinnQuinn.

#i want a tattoo of the fool on my body somewhere #and to commission a picture of Quinn as The Fool #thank you so much johnny #you continue to be a gift #i wish you could have a warlock pact with raffy in game

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CW: mentions and imagery of death, weapons, and violence(no gore)

I was watching Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End, and had sort of an epiphany.

It's well known by anyone who's seen the Pirates of the Caribbean movies that Will Turner was destined to be the captain of the Flying Dutchman

For one short but excellent observation, refer to this post below

So well put, that Will is favored and destined to play his role as the ferryman.

So let's venture further into analysis of his connection to death, the subject for evidence being his sword.

James Norrington's ceremonial sword:

A beautiful sword, a true testament to Will's skill and talent. It is a crying shame that nobody in his previous society - Elizabeth and Jack excluded - would acknowledge his craftsmanship. That aside, the sword shows up again and again throughout the original trilogy.

What is prominent about this sword is the recurring praise and admiration it receives from anyone who comes across it. This list includes some you may know,

James Norrington

Of course, this sword was literally made for him. It should be so that a man of his rank have such a gorgeous blade. In this scene, he holds it up and outward like a statue, and is seen swinging it around in the background as the camera switches to and pans over Elizabeth.

Governor Swann:

He holds it, as it was handed to him by Will, and inspects the blade and handle. Briefly, does he admire it, and commends Will for his master's work. Once again, such a shame.

Cutler Beckett:

I forget the details of this scene a lot, but it's important for this post to note that Beckett does subtly appreciate the sword. He unsheathes it of screen, is seen holding it over his head and brings it down to point to the floor before we see Governor Swann in shackles.

Davy Jones:

Before norrington draws final breath, he uses the sword to run Davy Jones through. A final act of defiance and bravery brushed off by the OG ferryman, who pulls the sword out of his shoulder. His tentacle hand wraps the handle.

"nice sword," he says, and turns to walk off screen, holding it out to admire(and for us to do so as well, going by the placement of the sword in the audience's view).

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I trust and hope you the reader have figured out by now the attempt I am making. There is a pattern amongst the characters listed. A theme, if you will.

Death is their connecting fate.

Okay forewarning this is where my eloquence flies out the window and I sound like a conspiracy theorist on speed

All of these characters, who have held and/or admired the sword made by one Will Turner, have died.

Granted there is a lot of death in this franchise, and obviously a sword being the cause of someone death is no new thing, but there's something so prominent about the fact that all of these people have had a brush with this specific sword and later died. Not to say that the sword killed them directly, but that it has an influence. I wouldn't go as far as to say cursed, but there is something looming over the blade.

All these guys died, idk how else to say it, and really the scene that sold me most on it was this fucking dude right here

IN THE MIDST OF BATTLE, picks up a sword and just???? LOOKS at it? Like he's literally inspecting this sword with the curiosity and fascination of an archeologist while his fellow men die in battle around him. Now THAT is some crazy shit, for this sword to hold that much power of over someone that he just forgets his surroundings and throws caution to the wind to look at this beautiful beautiful sword.

OH and then he dies too, like right away, stabbed by the sword that he, for whatever reason, had pointed towards him.

Speaking of dying by THAT sword, guess what? There's another person on this list:

Will Turner:

Of course he'd be part of this list. As the blacksmith that made the sword, he is closely tied to it.

Ironic that he should die by his own creation, practically by his own hands.

Of course, he dies only very briefly in At World's End, before becoming the captain of the Flying Dutchman and thus being revived.

Anyways the short summary is that this spooky ass sword might be a little bit cursed but, regardless of it's damnation, adds more to the misfortune that shrouds William Turner.

#potc #pirates of the carribean at worlds end #pirates of the caribbean #will turner #governor swann #cutler beckett #davy jones #james norrington #cursing cw #at world's end #potc: cotbp #cotbp

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