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♡ ୨`kusuo saiki`୧
☆ ⸝⸝ "i thought you coming here was a one time thing", she raised an eyebrow.
"just make my coffee."
kusuo saiki x reader
warnings: swearing, toritsuka.
monthly allowance. something saiki had very little trouble obtaining but had almost too much trouble trying to spend. usually he would buy a cup or two of coffee jelly but unfortunately the store had sold out. they said they would receive their next shipment in a week, but he don't feel like waiting that long.
saiki searched online for cafes that sold affordable coffee jelly and stumbled across a store that looked appealing. joyous day cafe. it had just opened up a few weeks ago and had already become a hit, they sold cutesy deserts and of course, coffee. now, he doesn't usually approach populated areas such as this one, however their coffee jelly had amazing reviews and was even sold for an even better price.
the place was, surprisingly, not as busy as saiki initially thought. the exterior was made of brick, painted an off white colour. there was pink and white striped shades above the windows and the sign was small and hung on the wall. saiki debated on whether to enter not, it was still pretty early in the day which meant it could still get busy over time. he would have turned away then and there but as he turned on his heel a familiar face peered down at him.
"oh hey buddy!", nendo grinned down at the pink haired boy who internally grimaced at his presence. he should’ve just waited for the next shipment to get to the stores. “you goin’ in? let’s go together!”
saiki was about to shake his head but was stopped by another voice that added to his demise, “saiki? you’re here?” teruhashi. great.
all he wanted to do was taste this coffee jelly and go home. but of course, fate had different plans. soon he was joined by kaido, hairo, yumehara and toritsuka. this coffee jelly better be worth it.
once they finally entered the cafe, they sat at a large booth that had soft pink seats. saiki was stationed between nendo and hairo, he was thankful the seats were large enough for at least a small amount of space to be between each person.
a waitress walked up to them, a small smile on her face. she adorned a white button up shirt, black mini skirt with a frilly apron over it and black mary janes with frilly socks. her h/c hair was in a messy low bun and she held a pen and notepad in her hands. everyone immediately recognised her, it was y/n l/n from their class.
“oh! hey guys, fancy seeing you here!”, she smiled her eyes scanned the table and beamed at the familiar faces.
now surprisingly, saiki didn’t mind y/n’s existence as much as the others. only because y/n didn’t put in too much effort into being around him. she was very casual and didn’t smother him with unwanted attention like everyone else, for that he was thankful. their interactions were short, nothing more than a quick hello or a quick conversation about whatever was going on in class but it only lasted a few words.
“what can i get you guys?” y/n clicked her pen.
everyone began ordering, they all ordered the most popular or random dishes. bear shaped tarts, paw print waffles, galaxy tea? it was all so bizarre.
of course, saiki ordered his simple serving of coffee jelly. however, another item on the menu caught his eye. it was called the psychic special. obviously it was just a fun name but he couldn’t help but feel intrigued by the name. the small description stated it was a latte that had a random choice of latte art, if you guessed what the latte art was, you’d get your order half off.
y/n simply nodded and said she’d be back with their orders. toritska’s eyes wandered a little too far down for saiki’s liking, his gaze grazing against the back of y/n’s thighs. "who knew l/n was such a hottie? with legs like that she should be model!". these thoughts irritated saiki so, with enough force to inflict pain, yet not too much as to cause a scene, saiki kicked the purple headed male’s shin. when he yelped in pain, saiki smirked.
"perv"
the group began to babble about the cafe’s interior and admired the many cutesy decorations splattered everywhere. meanwhile, saiki had taken notice of a glass case that had a variety of hot steaming treats aligned neatly next to each other. it was right next to the register and also next to the machine that made the coffee, which happened to be where y/n was.
“hey saiki,” she smiled, “i saved you a small booth over by the corner, thought you’d want some peace and quiet away from that bunch” she pointed over to the group of teens that had suddenly started an arm wrestling match. currently, nendo was on a winning streak.
“you’re an angel in disguise, l/n” saiki nodded at her with his usual stoic expression.
“just doing my job!” y/n gave him a thumbs up before her expression turned quizzical, “what’s up with you coming here? not that i mind, just doesn’t seem like a saiki kinda place”
saiki continued to look at the treats through the shiny glass, “me being here is a one time thing, don’t get used to seeing my face.”
y/n just wordlessly nodded with a smile as he hobbled over to the booth that she saved. it was in a plant covered corner, there was a bookshelf to the left and a window to the right. it only had two chairs, one was occupied by saiki and the other was vacant. in between was a brown circle table. perfect.
a few minutes passed before y/n approached saiki with his order on a circular tray. a glass with a small white ribbon looped around the stem sat neatly in front saiki, the brown gelatin dish smiled up at him, a swirl of whipped cream sat atop the dessert. y/n placed a mug with a small umbrella like cover over the top that saiki assumed contained his 'psychic special'.
"now as you probably guessed, if you guess the latte art, you get your entire order for half of the original price" she slid the tray underneath her arm as she awaited saiki's response.
now obviously this was just a fun game that some people would play, a game of chance. except, this little game was nothing to saiki, being psychic and all, this was just way too easy.
"its a heart" he bluntly stated.
y/n lifted the cover to reveal indeed, it was a heart. she smiled at him warmly, "you're one of the first customers to get that right, good job saiki" she left his table after explaining she would be back with his bill. at this point, the cafe might as well be a restaurant.
when she left, saiki couldn't help but look at her longingly as she walked away. she was definitely one of the more tolerable ones, he couldn't believe he actually enjoyed her presence.
scooping up a chunk of the coffee jelly, he plopped the serving into his mouth and nearly melted at the taste. it was just the right amount of sweet and bitter, the cream made the jelly smoother than regular jelly. it was like heaven!
"holy shit"
after saiki had paid for his order, he waved goodbye to y/n.
"see you at school saiki! thanks for stopping by!" she saved at him, it was a miracle she didn't see the obvious flush of his cheeks. then again, saiki probably cooled himself down before anything could make an appearance.
"buddy! where were you?! we were so worried!" oh.
saiki had been so caught up in enjoying his meal that he forgot about the problems that awaited him. they seemed to have been standing outside waiting for his arrival, how dedicated. they all expressed their worry for his sudden disappearance which made his once amazing mood slightly falter.
they all started down the bricked path, saiki taking one final glance at the cafe. he looked at the building longingly, a strange warm feeling pooling inside of him. he had never felt something like this before, best to not do anything about it.
the bell that hung on the door frame rung throughout the mostly empty cafe, alerting the h/c haired girl behind the counter.
“welcome to joyous day, how may i-“ she stopped herself “saiki?”
our pink protagonist smiled fondly at y/n, something that was never seen. he adorned a pale blue polo shirt and black jeans. something casual yet classy for his visit.
“i’ll get what i ordered last time please” saiki pointed at his usual order on the small menu board, earning a skeptical look from the girl opposite him. she simply nodded.
she started to prepare the hot drink, although her eyes never left the psychic. her cheeks glowed at him, her heart rate picking up slightly. she never took him for the kind of person to become a regular at this establishment, she took him for a simplistic guy. not that she was complaining, if he was here a lot more she’d actually look forward to coming to work. unbeknownst to her, kusuo was feeling something similar.
“i thought you coming here was a one time thing?” she raised a brow.
“just make my coffee”
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LATE VALENTINE’S POST BC IM A GOOBER AND GOT MYSELF SICK
I literally love him sm and haven’t even met him in lore yet.
Lyney my beloved I just wanna 😘😘😘😚💋😚😚😘💋😗😙😚😙😙😙💋
I just wanna give him kissies until he’s giggly and smiley and-
Under Lock and Key
Ships: Lyney x Gn!reader
Warnings: FLUFF AND FLUSTERED LYNEY
Prompt: It’s Valentine’s Day, and your lover wants to show you just how much he adores you.
Tags: Genshin taglist .3. @ticklish-n-stuff @chrimsss
You couldn’t help but chuckle when Lyney’s gloved hands covered your eyes. It didn’t take a genius to know that it was him… You almost immediately recognized the cologne he was fond of wearing.
“Hello, Lyney,” you cooed.
“Aww, how’dja know it was me?” the magician pouted.
“I’m a psychic! And my next prediction is that you’re going to show me something.” You heard him chuckling before sighing.
“Do you trust me, Mon Cher?” His voice was hushed, and you felt his fingers twitch a bit over your eyes.
“With my whole life, amour,” you answered.
“Stand up, and let me guide you,” Lyney demanded in that smooth voice that always left you swooning. “Let me be your eyes and close your own… I will lead you to what I wish to show you.”
His protective demand left you dizzy and breathless. Nonetheless, you rose to your feet and closed your eyes. You felt his hands leave their place over your face and take your own. Suddenly, you felt yourself being dragged forward; you gave into the momentum and trudged along.
The magician guided you through the streets by your hands. His acquaintances waved to him and he beamed back at them and you two continued along the sidewalk.
You had only been together for about four months, but you already knew that you were head over heels for him. “Soooo… where are you taking me, amour?” You inquired with a small smile.
Lyney turned around to answer, but his breath caught in his throat. The sunlight was hitting you just the right way, and you were shining in its rays.
“Lyney?”
“I- just- don’t move,” he demanded in a sheepish voice.
“Now you sound like your brother.” You chuckled once more, shaking your head
A few more seconds passed and still no words were spoken. You peeked open your eyes and were met with your lover’s blushing face. It seemed as if Lyney knew that he was already in love with you as well…
“Hey don’t open-“ The magician gaped at you as you stared at him. Your eyes glittered in the soft glow of the sunlight.
“What?”
Silence.
A dopey smile grew on your face as you chuckled. “What?!”
The blonde exhaled breathlessly. “I’ve truly been smiled upon by the archons. Your beauty is unmatched, Mon Ange.”
“Such a smooth talker,” you murmured, grabbing his cheeks and kissing his forehead. You stuck out your hand once more. “Now, didn’t you want to show me something?”
Lyney nodded his head and smiled, taking your hand. “Close your eyes!”
Once again, the two of you were on your way. Suddenly, you began to hear the sound of tranquil waters below. Granted, they were quite far from you, but you could steal hear the peaceful sound of trickling ripples.
“You’re not going to throw me in the lake; are you?” you asked with a chuckle.
Your love snorted and fell into a fit of the beautiful laughter you’ve always so loved to hear. “No, my rosebud, I will not throw you into the lake.” He paused and chuckled again. “But if you wish to jump together, that is a different story. How about it?”
A fond exhale from you in return gave Lyney the answer he wished.
“Okay, now you can open your eyes.”
When you fluttered your eyes open, you saw the gorgeous waters of your homeland, the court, Marcotte Station, and your beloved.
“Oh, Lyney…” you whispered, “It’s beautiful.”
“That isn’t all of it, amour.” The magician fumbled in his pocket, his fingers lacing around the objects within. “Hold out your hand.”
You obliged, feeling a cold, metal object being placed on your palm. When you looked down, your eyes locked onto a small, brown padlock, which had yours and Lyney’s initials carved into it. “A lock?”
Your lover stood closer to you, draping his arm around your waist. “It’s ours for us to lock on the fence here.”
Before you could question, he spoke again.
“I want everyone to see that we belong to one another”
Your face warmed as you gaped at him, your hand completely still, thumb grazing over the small object. “Yeah…?”
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
Your hand clasped around the object as you threw your arms around Lyney. He giggled as you cradled his face and peppered kisses all over it.
Eventually, the two of you knelt down in front of the chain-link fence that oversaw the water. The magician cupped your hand as you snapped the lock into place. He pulled the key out of his pocket, handing it to you. “Just in case if-“
You didn’t even let him finish the sentence before you threw the key into the water below as hard as you could. “I will never change my mind.”
Without words, Lyney pressed your foreheads together as he smiled. “This was the best thing I could think of. I thought it might have been too early to propose to you.”
You kiss his forehead and turned back to look at the lock. “I wouldn’t have thought it was too early, dummy.”
When you turned back around, Lyney was on one knee and holding a small, velvet box. He snapped it open to reveal a shimmering ring.
“Then let’s make it official.”
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Today's episode fueled me to finish part one of this totally self indulgent 'what if' scene based on episode 14 of Horizons so... -drops this and scurries back to my den-
Series: Pokemon Horizons
Characters: Friede, Spinel
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Friede had his suspicions since he had Cap scare off the Magneton that caused the electrical interference. They got back communications, the kids were safe despite the no contact and they had a goal to achieve: head to Galar and seek out Liko's grandmother for more information regarding the pendant.
It didn't immediately tipped him off when Dot ran the system update before the ship could take off. After the excitement from the past several days, the kids deserved to have a picnic to de-stress and enjoy themselves. Friede too allowed himself a chance to relax after (secretly) worrying about Liko and Roy's safety. He worried for Mollie too but he also knew that she can take care of herself in the event of an emergency.
Tension once again slipped into his frame once Dot informed them of the troubles faced by the system not updating. This left them land bound indefinitely, a fact that Friede wasn't too keen on. The only bright spot was their relatively close proximity to Levincia so supplies weren't an issue.
While Murdock and Liko went shopping, Friede wracked his brain for some kind of reasoning for this oddity. He wasn't a tech whiz like Dot by any means but this kind of issue just smelled weird. It reminded him of that Magneton from before but surely…
Noctowl's alert led him to check things out. Spotting more Magneton hovering close by, it struck Friede that this might not be natural. While following after one of them without informing the crew sounded like a bad idea, he had confidence at least to deal with whatever that may happen.
Magneton led him and Charizard further away from the ship, all the way to Levincia in fact. He briefly took note of how quiet the surroundings were compared to the busier city center; it reminded him of the warehouses where he fought Amethio a second time.
They entered an alleyway where Friede swiftly realized that he flew straight into an ambush. Hopping off of Charizard, he quickly saw that their enemies were the Magneton and a Beheeyem.
Beheeyem swiftly charged up a Dark Pulse that Charizard dodged. The Magneton too prepared an attack where Friede ordered for a Flamethrower to counter it–only for Charizard to be locked in place by Psychic.
Friede looked around, quickly deducing that these two Pokemon were receiving orders remotely.
“Awfully shy, aren’t you?” he muttered, gritting his teeth at the barrage of Zap Cannons hitting his defenseless Charizard. Friede threw an arm up to shield his face from the impact of said attacks seeing that Magneton seemingly had little disregard for his presence next to its target.
Friede needed a way to turn the tables. He slipped a hand into his pocket, preparing to pull out the Tera Orb–
A soft gasp slipped out when he found himself immobilized too, limbs suddenly locking in place. Genuine fear trickled down his spine upon seeing the Beheeyem charging up what looked to be a Rock-type attack towards both trainer and Pokemon.
Charizard, in a desperate bid to protect him, managed to wrench himself free from the Psychic just as Beheeyem fired off the Meteor Beam. Friede flew back from the force of the miniature explosion, rolling a few feet till he stopped. Groaning from pain, he scrambled to get on his hands and knees, ears slightly ringing. Distantly he felt something wet trailing down the side of his head but that didn’t matter right now.
Looking up, Friede saw his trusted companion lying unconscious.
“Charizard!” he cried out, trying to reach him but that blasted Psychic locked him in place once more. Friede can struggle all he wanted but the hold Beheeyem had on him meant that he was completely at his unknown assailant's mercy. He reacted far too late; had he managed to terastalize Charizard in time, his Dark Tera Type would have given him an advantage. His partner paid the price, having taken the brunt of the Meteor Beam that Beheeyem sent their way to protect him.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" he growled, still fighting to break free regardless of how futile the action was.
His eyes darted from the Magneton that hovered to the Beheeyem still keeping him in place. It blinked out of existence–Teleport, his mind supplied. He didn't realize that the Magnemite line were capable of learning it–before returning, this time with someone he knew for certain was the person behind this ambush.
On his knees as he was, this stranger practically loomed over him once he closed the distance between them. Dressed in casual clothing and sporting glasses, nothing about him screamed hostile. He looked like any other civilian on the streets, harmless and glanced over within a sea of people. Friede knew now the reason why he was led to such a quiet part of Valencia's typically bustling city. Such a commotion had yet to garner any attention, meaning that he couldn't bet on a passerby to help him.
Friede too had no means of contacting the crew. He was well and truly alone, played like a fiddle to this mysterious person's tune.
"Who are you?" he repeated, golden eyes molten with anger, glaring at this green haired individual.
The stranger merely smiled down at him, eyes gleaming in quiet mockery. He leaned down into Friede's space, gripping his chin to force himself to properly make eye contact.
"I expected more from you. To think that this is all you amounted to." His tone, light and airy could not be mistaken for anything but derision. The grip tightened. "I can't help but feel a little disappointed, Friede."
Despite the sudden spike of fear from this stranger knowing his name, Friede's glare only intensified. "Don't know if I want to hear that from someone who played dirty."
“Playing dirty? Mm… you’re mistaken. It’s simply called playing smart,” the guy replied. “I should question the fact that you followed that Magneton all the way here, none the wiser of the obvious trap laid out. Or did you think that you could have handled anything thrown your way, thus opting not to tell your crew anything?”
Pleasant as the weather was, Friede felt chilled at the implications of his words. If he knew what he did, or chose not to do in this case, it meant that they were spied on all this while. How much did this guy know about himself and the rest of the crew? The kids? An ill feeling settled in his stomach at that thought.
He swallowed heavily, fighting to keep his angered look. Friede could not give this guy any more of an advantage over him. Gripping tight on his anger didn’t take much. He positively loathed that this stranger potentially spied on the kids aboard the Brave Asagi.
“What are you after?” he hissed out.
That infuriating smile barely shifted. A soft hum, followed by a little head tilt. He was being toyed with, that Friede knew.
“You tell me? What do you think?”
Friede’s instincts told him there could only be one reason for a hostile to suddenly engage the Rising Volt Tacklers like this. “You from Explorers? Like Amethio?”
“Hmm… I suppose with how often he failed, that wasn’t a hard leap to make. If he was going to be so blatant about it, he should at least succeed…” The stranger released his grip on his chin, taking a step back. “But that’s where I come in. To fix his silly failures and get you know what~”
Liko’s pendant, his mind supplied. Of course he was after it too. Was this guy working along or did he have his lackeys go after Liko? She should be out shopping with Murdock, a fact that he likely knew of. Murdock wasn’t the best battler with his Rockruff while Liko with her Sprigatito lacked battle experience against an opponent this well prepared.
“Don’t worry your silly little head. I’m working alone.” Friede hated how obvious his worry bled out, though wandered about the stranger’s disregard in providing information to him.
“Good to know,” Friede replied, tone thick with sarcasm. If possible, his glare intensified. “You’re not going to get it easily. No one’s letting up without a fight.”
“Goodness, of course I know that. Why do you think I went after you first?” The stranger lightly crossed his arms, finger tapping in no particular rhythm. “You’re the ace of the Rising Volt Tacklers. The best and strongest battler on board. I’ve gathered all kinds of information on you specifically, Pro-fes-sor.”
If Friede had a dislike for that title before, he downright hated the way it rolled off this guy’s tongue in an infuriating sing song like manner.
“If you’re going to mock me, drop the title. I don’t like being formal especially with you.” Vile and vitriol dripped from Friede’s words.
To add fuel to the fire, his enemy simply chuckled in response. “Hm, I suppose you do have some fight left in you. While you displayed disappointing results, perhaps there’s room to add new information still…”
Friede didn’t like the look in those eyes at all. They held nothing but clinical amusement, eyeing him as if he was an interesting subject to study. He didn’t need any more evidence to know that this guy was a genuinely dangerous threat. Friede can’t let his crew engage with him.
“I ain’t talking so don’t even bother trying,” he growled, teeth slightly barred.
“Oh, if I wanted to make you talk, I will make. You. Talk.” The guy briefly grasped his chin again, giving it a little shake before letting go. “But that would be too easy. There’s some use in you left.”
Before Friede could make any snarky remarks, the Beheeyem hovered closer at a single hand wave. Fingers suddenly yanked his hair, forcing his head up to face–
Three colored dots blinking erratically.
Ice flooded his veins when he realized what was happening.
“Stop it!”
His struggling began anew but the Psychic still kept him in place. He couldn’t even yank his head free from the guy’s tight grip. Still, Friede fought to break free because he knew what was going on. Beheeyem were known to–
“Don’t worry. You won’t remember anything about our little meeting.”
To…?
“Nothing’s going to change much. I still need data after all.”
What? Who was saying that? What… what was he thinking about again?
“Go on then. Prove to me that there’s still some worth left in you as bait…”
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Friede opened his eyes. His neck and back immediately groaned in protest from the uncomfortable position he’d been in. Head pounding lightly, he sat up properly, blinking hard to clear away the remnants of sleep(?) from his eyes. Huh, he probably fell asleep at the captain’s chair again–
It took an embarrassingly long moment for Friede to realize that he was not sitting on a chair. In fact, he appeared to be slumped against a wall in some… alleyway? Huh? How did he wound up here?
Where was here exactly…?
#Pokemon Horizons#Pokeani#Professor Friede#Spinel (Pokemon)#Hana writes stuff#The brainworms for this particular kind of dynamic has plagued me for weeks now
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Snippet. You catch me, I catch you.
DISCLAIMER: Obviously, this is all inspired by Baldur's Gate 3 and Larian Studios.
CONTEXT: Another short snippet to explore my Tav's demeanour, her bullshit, the vibes of the group, her dynamics with Astarion and all that. The goal was to write your character(s) caught in a lie, and observed by a third party. Shadowheart is the POV of choice for this.
SOME DETAILS: Hero is a bard, she plays the lyre, she loves psychic damage, she's weak of arms and poofy of shorts. If you're into her, she appears in another snippet here. I think that's all you need to know! There's no spoilers in this, this is just for fun and the location/quest is invented.
Somewhere in Faerûn, 1492.
(SHADOWHEART)
It happens like it always happens—sometimes, more and more, I do wonder. I do wonder if they already know and delight in being caught all the same. The theatrics of the aftermath. Sharing something as real as anger by way of the lie.
The jewellery case lies at the back of the room; we have agreed to leave it alone. It will curse us all, said the sentry; it will mess with our heads, and our heads are already tilting on an unstable axis. Mine, because it is full of shadows; theirs, I surmise as they grow in power, because it is feasting on illithid parasites. Better focus on the delusions that come for us at night, and look away from the Amulet of Godliness.
I believe too much in gods to be tempted by it; Hero believes in them too little.
But Astarion…
“I’ll scout ahead and lockpick the door,” he whispers, slipping on his gloves. “Wait for my signal.”
She is looking at him. She does not miss a beat.
“Careful”, she says, eyes alight with a spell I don’t know. “The turret’s beam falls right on the door. You can hide behind the jewellery case to reach the lock.”
She was looking at him; not at the room. I think my brow arch; but he doesn’t see, no: he is looking at her too.
“No traps on the jewellery case?”
She blinks away the diamond glow, and there she is again, the picture of innocence, her face as youthful and soft as a fairy stool.
“No traps,” she whispers, holding his gaze. “Just stick to the shadows, vampling.”
“Trust me, I always do,” he preens, his sharp chin raised, his sharp smile cutting.
She smiles back; here, now, next to his blade of a face, she looks like sweetness incarnate.
“I do trust you,” she says, quickly, just a breath, like a secret escaped, and with a touch at his wrist so fast and artful it manages to look instinctive. The need for contact. The impulse to connect. This is what faith does, doesn’t it?
Of course, that is her biggest lie of the day.
“And I trust you, little lyre,” he lies right back. His fingers against her cheek are a surprise: there is intimacy there I didn’t expect. He turns away quickly.
And there he goes, swift as a sigh, weaving in the darkness of the room, a bare glint of opal through the stone-forbidding hall. I lean back against the wall; our gazes follow his trajectory to the coffers and the case, behind which he disappears altogether.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
She looks up at me. This time, the smile is genuine.
I think.
“Just testing a theory.”
“You think the Amulet…”
The scREAM cuts me off.
At the back of the room, a column of radiance has fallen on the jewellery case, and Astarion stumbles away with a howl, his graceful hand burnt charred black; around us, the room EXPLODES in sounds of shots and fractures; defensive turrets whirr to life, sweeping the ground for hidden intruders, blasting derelict statues to bits.
“Hero!” Astarion screeches, running towards us through the chaos, teeth bared. “I’m going to ki—”
“Don’t threaten me, you ass-white half-corpse!” Her eyes shine blue, her voice booms above the shattering of rock and glass; Astarion dodges a magical beam but hits the wall nearby, holding his head.
“Stop using vicious mockery every time we fight, or I will use my teeth,” he seethes.
“Is this really the time?” I sigh, redirecting one of the blasts with the blade of my glaive.
“My hand is burnt to a crisp!” Gods, his voice does really reach new heights when he is angry. “How dare you! You said there were no traps!”
“And you said you wouldn’t steal the Amulet of Godliness.”
Apparently, it is really the time. I roll my eyes and pull Hero through the latch from whence we came. This little detour heist will have to wait until the turrets’ have discharged.
“It’s called the Amulet of Godliness. Of course I was going to steal it,” Astarion huffs, following us lithely. “You’ve made your point. Now cure me.”
“No.” Here it is; that face is her genuine one: mouth hard, chin high, she looks like a petulant little lord. And he doesn’t like being lorded over.
“Cure me, bardlet, or I’ll have to take a hand for a hand,” he hisses, fangfull.
There’s something there, though, in the treat of the threat: after all, he could ask me to cure him. He prefers the game of inconsequential violence, I think: a dance of darts, an equal footing of non-lethal strikes. Her stubborn mask melts into a smile as whetted as his dagger.
In the dark, I sit on a chest we’ve already looted, smooth out my leather skirt, and settle for the show.
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16. In dreams - wren (tiefling storm sorc/feylock x gale) nudity / general horniness
You know we don’t actually exist here, right? This is just a, a figment of our tadpole connection--
Gale’s voice is an echo all around them. Wren crosses her arms, motioning to the arctic environment they’ve been shoved into, a mutual dream of her home-- Icewind Dale, the icy crown of the Sword Coast. The night sky is empty of clouds, and the aurora twists into colorful shapes, some she recognizes, some too fuzzy for her to make out in the dream.
Oh no, I didn’t realize. Wren shoots back, arms crossed over her bare chest, which Gale so politely averts his gaze from. That we aren’t freezing, completely naked, in one of the coldest Areas of Faerun.
Gale stumbles over his words, muttering something under his breath, but Wren just giggles to herself, throwing her hands out and flopping down into the snow. It smells like a mix of rotten eggs and her mother’s perfume at first, and then she focuses, pushing the scent from her nose, and it shifts to the crisp scent of applewood, and then, as her gaze travels over to the hairy behind of her wizard companion, the snow around her begins to smell even more familiar.
Violet blush, a shade darker than her skin tone, creeps up her cheeks, her body flushes despite the cold, as Gale turns to catch her looking. A wry grin spreads across his lips. Admiring something? He says in her mind.
The dream feels fuzzy, and she struggles to keep the picture straight. It isn’t fair, she thinks, that this is the first time she sees him naked. In a dream, of all things. And not even a naughty one, with a fake Gale who does whatever weird thing she’s imagined. No, she has to have a psychic connection to the guy she has a crush on. She bet if she had a sex dream about him he’d probably get it beamed right into his head. Instead, she’s stuck in the middle of the Reghed Glacier, buck ass naked and conscious of every move.
The wizard in question flops down, stomach first, beside her, and suddenly the snow is no longer snow, but a poof of white clouds. Gale laughs quietly, blowing a bit of cloud out of his face, and Wren can’t help but laugh along.
It isn’t fair, she thinks, that this is all just a dream. In the morning, they’ll wake up in different tents, and pretend it never happened.
31. Breeze - astarion (x my druid tav but she’s just mentioned)
It will be the afternoon breeze he will miss the most, he decides, sitting on the edge of the slow-running river they’ve stopped to bathe in. Ophielora, like the newborn fawn he is often comparing her to, wobbles in the water as she splashes Karlach, her smallclothes sticking to her tanned skin. He waits on the riverbank, his pants rolled up and shirt discarded, hesitating. Water is the final triumph. Running water had always hurt the most-- a burning off of his skin, like hot acid. It scares him even now, but he braves it, for the sake of not having to listen to Shadowheart’s snide comments, sharp enough to match his own tongue.
The summer wind ruffles his snow white hair, and he squints up to look at the trees hanging high above them. He has experienced night-time storms and windy nights, yes, but under the watchful gaze of the sun, the wind is warm and welcoming, a sense of things to come. He has a sudden urge to look over his shoulder-- Cazador, on the wind, a mist and then-- but shakes his head as water droplets hit his face, blown towards him by the wind.
Ophielora waves towards him, slender arm raised in the air-- his head thrums softly. A pull on the tadpole, their shared connection, or just a coincidence?
The wind is gentle on his neck, and it blows the ghost of Cazador back into the woods.
He will miss the sunshine-filled breeze, he thinks, looking at his companions in the water, his gaze settling on the naive little druid who won’t stop smiling in his direction.
It is the only thing that truly scares the ghosts away.
#anna writes maybe#astarion#gale#galetav#astarion x tav#baldur's gate 3#bg3#ophielora#wren#gale x tav
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homebrew 5e hag!
does the 5e hag statblock make you fall asleep? do you agree (correctly) that hags should be tougher and, most importantly, hungrier? well then i've got what you're looking for: a homebrewed hag boss for d&d 5e.
notes: this hag is extremely tailored to my party of four level-15s with a strong npc ally, both narratively and mechanics-wise. see the notes under the cut for those details, as well as combat strats. also, as always, the stat block is formatted to my preferences, and don't check my math, i don't care!
anyway here's agatha, my beloved agatha.
Agatha, Bog Witch
Initiative: +3
AC: 17
HP: 152
Speed: 40 ft. (See: Bog Born.)
Saving Throws: Str +5, Dex +3, Con +9, Int +2, Wis +4, Cha +9
Legendary Resistances (3/Day). If Agatha fails a saving throw, she can choose to succeed instead.
Bog Born. While inside her swamp, Agatha is immune to opportunity attacks and treats all difficult terrain as regular terrain.
Go to Bed Hungry. When a spell attack targeting Agatha misses, or when Agatha succeeds on a saving throw against a spell, the caster must make a Charisma saving throw (DC 17). On a failure, Agatha immediately eats 1d6 of the caster's available spell slots. Agatha then adds that same number to the damage of her next successful Rending Claw attack.
Wash Your Mouth Out. When a melee or ranged weapon attack targeting Agatha misses, the attacker must make a Charisma saving throw (DC 17). On a failure, the attacker immediately begins choking on bile that fills their mouth and throat. The attacker must hold their breath or begin drowning. Using one action to retch ends this condition.
Reactions
If Ingot (PC) hits Agatha with a weapon attack, she immediately uses her reaction to attack one of Ingot's allies with Bog Beam.
Villain Actions (3 per round):
A Charming Curse (2 Actions). Agatha uses two actions to cast a charm effect on Whitlock (PC). Whitlock must make a Wis save at disadvantage, DC 17. On a failure, Whitlock is charmed and must follow the command "be helpful to us." He can resist this order, taking 6d10 psychic damage the first time he does so.
Bog Beam (1 Action) (reflavored Ray of Frost with acid damage)
Come Closer, My Pretties (1 Action). Agatha can command the cages holding her victims to move up to 30 feet.
Consume (1 Action). Agatha can drain the life out of a caged victim within 5 feet of her, rendering them unconscious and regaining 10 HP for herself.
Actions
Spellcasting. Agatha’s innate spellcasting ability is Charisma (spell save DC 17). She can innately cast the following spells, requiring no material components:
- Cantrips: Bog Beam
- 3/day: dispel magic
- 1/day: blight, eye bite
Multiattack. Agatha makes two attacks with her Rending Claws.
Rending Claws. Melee Weapon Attack: +11 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 19 (3d8 + 6) piercing damage. Extra attack once target is bloodied.
Other Abilities
Illusory Appearance. Agatha covers herself and anything she is wearing or carrying with a magical illusion that makes her look like another creature of her general size and humanoid shape. The illusion ends if the hag takes a bonus action to end it or if she dies. The changes wrought by this effect fail to hold up to physical inspection. For example, the hag could appear to have smooth skin, but someone touching her would feel her rough flesh. Otherwise, a creature must take an action to visually inspect the illusion and succeed on a DC 20 Intelligence (Investigation) check to discern that Agatha is disguised.
Invisible Passage. The hag magically turns invisible until she attacks or casts a spell, or until her concentration ends (as if concentrating on a spell). While invisible, she leaves no physical evidence of her passage, so she can be tracked only by magic. Any equipment she wears or carries is invisible with her.
Swamp Sight. As long as the Token Eye is intact, Agatha can see clearly in magical fog. The Token Eye can be destroyed (AC 16, HP 30). Double damage will be done to the host of the Token Eye.
additional info and tactics under the cut!
CW: eye trauma, blood, violence against teens.
a little bit of context here! the party first encountered this hag wayyyy back when they were level 3. the reason the stat block picks on two of the PCs is because of the specific deals they had made with the hag at that time. whitlock promised her "his friendship in a time of need"; this has given whitlock permanent disadvantage against charm effects ever since. ingot promised her "a moment of his time," which means that every so often, unbeknownst to the players until recently, modified memory has been cast on ingot. this is why during this final fight, whitlock was targeted with a charm effect that would harm him, and any time ingot took the time to attack the hag, she would take that same time in a reaction to attack his allies.
during their first meeting, whitlock also requested a way to contact the hag in the future, and has been unable to get rid of the token she gave him ever since. that token is how they found the hag: whitlock dripped blood onto it and it embedded itself into his eye socket, showing him a bloody path leading to the hag. agatha could see through this token, so could prepare for the party's attack.
tactics time! in addition to agatha, the encounter consisted of two modified "treant blights," corrupted by agatha's magic, and one of the teenagers under agatha's control: a CR 3 warlock who was mostly there for maximum chaos. any time she did middling damage to the PCs with her magic sword, agatha would heal by an equal amount.
the encounter occurred in a swamp with very limited visibility (20 feet) due to magical fog. a lair action on initiative count 20 created vines and roots in a 20-foot cube that would try to grapple PCs (modified Entangle). also, there were also 10 roving cages containing teenage victims which tried to stay close-ish to agatha (on the lair action, they could move up to 30 feet).
agatha's strategy was to dart in with her extra unimpeded speed, slash the PCs with her rending claws, and then try to get out of sight into the fog, near enough to her caged victims for healing and to avoid AOE attacks from the PCs (since they didn't want to hurt the kids). the caged victims would start making death saves after she drained their HP. the cages could be destroyed to free the victims, but if a player didn't do 20 HP of damage in one hit, they had to make a dexterity saving throw or get restrained inside the cage themselves. (i really recommend you add complications like these to your boss fights to make them feel really dynamic!)
when agatha got low on health, her hut (which had been illusioned nearby) rose onto its legs to carry her away. so the fight ended with the PCs chasing after and taking down the hut (90ish HP, two kick attacks), before finally killing the hag (who was invisible at that time; only one PC could see her with See Invisibility). once agatha was dead and the hut was burned with magical fire, the curses ended, hurray! ingot remembered his true memories and the token eye exploded, knocking whitlock out (he's okay!).
anyway, it was a good time. i hope you liked my hag!
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I agree PLA is so good. I hate having to initiate a battle every time I wanna catch a thing, I miss agile and strong style, I miss alpha Pokémon trying to destroy me for looking at them wrong, I miss my husband when will he receive his closure 😭
i mentioned this a lil earlier but i miss the battle animations and being chased by psychic beams too. being able to control how hard you hit to be able to change your turn order(or just to catch something without killing it/do a hard hit to quickly end a battle) and alpha pokemon and freeroam pokemon catching was so goooood i want it baaaack
#i liked scarlet but i kept going to do things i realized i couldnt do anymore and it made me a lil sad ^^'#i wish they would do more with that game and its mechanics...#asks#anon#i also miss my babygirl as well as dawn and the rest of the not ancestor having cast! we're just putting those designs aside like they#werent cool as hell ??? and [scarvi spoilers] to get rid of the time machine ...okay ingos a side character maye he doesnt matter to the#game but dawn???? whole ass champion gone for eel????#i miss them both and want them back :pensive: <///3
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The story thus far...
Megan (me) has been going through some kind of midlife crisis, but it's for the midlife of the Pokemon franchise. There's a long and convoluted gameplan that won't be explained here because parts of it are stupid. In this stupid part, I replayed Sapphire on an extra cartridge we had for reasons, MOSTLY to get a Latias, but also to refresh my memory on the events of 3rd gen. This was a relatively simple project, compared to the three separate playthroughs I just did for Leaf Green. I did not saddle myself with nickname theme gimmicks nor did I train any unevolved starters up to level 60. There was also no necromancy this time, and none of my Pokemon were burdened with the legacy of their forefathers. Pretty straightforward.
This post is to commemorate the brave and mighty Pokemon who fought for the championship in this playthrough, the
~~✨Second Sapphire Gijinka Journey✨~~
Becky Fern is our valiant starter. She thought she could solo the entire game, and that was almost true. She kicked her way across Hoenn, stopping only to cower from Brendan's Swampert and various Psychic-types. As the starter, she was forced into a 'big sister' role for every Pokemon I caught, and she hated it. She thought level grinding with the Exp. Share was a waste of time. But although she'll never admit it, she needed these losers. And she's proud of them.
Eryn Fern was the first Pokemon I caught after starting the journey with Becky. Shroomish are found in the Petalburg Woods, so Becky spent the first few routes and towns as the only Pokemon in my party. She was so mad when her 'only child' status was revoked. But I wanted a Breloom, they're neat!
So, Breloom's moveset options hinge on knowing Spore, and in order to learn it you have to leave a Shroomish unevolved until level 54. So Eryn spent the entire journey with an Everstone on, only to evolve right before the championship fight. The poor guy has no self confidence because he was stuck in baby mode for so long. But he's strong. And he's lucky; Dynamic Punch has 50% accuracy, but somehow in the Elite Four battles he managed to land his hits every single time.
When I first caught Shina Nera Fern, I thought it would be cool to train a Shedinja. Unfortunately, either I'm managing her wrong or Nera just isn't very good at battling. But Shina, the Ninjask, has been a great fighter. Shina and Nera both are big fans of Becky, they're sort of like Becky's cheerleaders. But Shina considers herself a friendly rival to Becky, and aspires to become stronger than her hero. She did it too; I entered the Elite Four with everyone at level 55 and Shina was the first to level to 56, making her officially stronger than Becky.
Ambience Fern was caught around the same time I got Shina, but I wasn't sure at first if she'd stay on the team. She's actually got decent stats and kept up with the rest of the team. Eventually I got her Ice Beam and that provided important coverage against Flying-types, which Becky, Eryn, and Shina are all weak to. I gave her Flamethrower in between attempts at the Elite Four, and I think that was the change that got us the win.
Ambi's appearance and personality was built around her Whismur form and she's kept a lot of those affectations. She's a shy little pastel-wearing princess, even if she's a giant shoutmonster who shoots three different types of mouth laser. She is soft and she cares about her friends a lot.
Ponderous Fern was added to the team because I encountered a Spoink and thought, "oh neat, a Spoink." He beat Becky in that fight before I could capture him! He's a prodigy and Becky hates him. He and Eryn are buddies, they get to sit together at the scorned-by-Becky table. He's normally soft-spoken and agreeable but he'll be rude and sarcastic to Becky, usually because she instigates it.
Spoinks really like pearls, which they somehow steal from Clamperls despite the 0% overlap between those species' habitats. Even after evolving, Ponder keeps a collection of pearls that he can use as amplifiers for his psychic power. Over the course of our journey we were given the Blue Orb, a key item that awakens Kyogre. Ponder claimed it and he won't give it back. It's his favorite orb. It's a key item so he can't hold it (I checked), but he won't let it go.
And finally, we have Hanna World, our world pillar. Now, every time I have to reset a cartridge I take every Pokemon out of it first, but you're required to have one Pokemon on the file. They get deleted when you make a new save file, so I commemorate them by catching a new version in the new file. The old file in this cart had an OT named Hanna, and I left behind a level 15 unnamed female Spinda. When I encountered a level 15 female Spinda in the new file, she gained the name Hanna. She's a clown, I guess.
Every 'world sacrifice' Pokemon gets a design theme that stands out from the others. Prometheus got a toga, Fujiko got a kimono, and Hanna is a clown. Or maybe, Spindas are just like this? She's dizzy and wobbly and giggly and says a lot of ominous shit. She's great in battle, although sadly her role in the Elite Four was mostly to stall while I healed someone else. She's always a sacrifice of some kind. Is it poetic? Maybe not.
Anyways they beat the game! Good job, kids!
After their victory, we went after my original goal, the Latias that only appears in postgame. I Master Balled her the moment we got her to show up. To give the team a little more challenge and adventure, we went after the Regis and Rayquaza. With some vital assistance from Inari, Mola, and Dayo we got all our legendaries, and this cartridge is concluded.
My next playthrough is Alpha Sapphire, which I'm playing for the first time. The idea is that with regular Sapphire fresh in my memory I'll get the most out of the remake's changes. I've already started gijinka designs for that run! When the game is completed, that cartridge is the promised land for a bunch of my champions from various 3rd, 4th, and 5th gen games. But before their world gets overrun by level 100 turtles from beyond reality, the locals need to tell their story. It's coming, I'm up to Mossdeep and my main obstacle is getting sidetracked by Super Training and berry farming.
I made this post really big because I'mma blaze it! Hi, random tumblr users! Follow my sideblog Popkas for non-OC-focused Pokemon shitposts! Let's find out if there's a size limit for blazeable posts!!!
#doodles#pokemon#gijinkas#second sapphire gijinka journey#gpoy#becky#blaziken#eryn#breloom#shina#ninjask#ambience#exploud#ponderous#grumpig#hanna#spinda
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:) here you go people. You can think of this as a normal story or as a few little ones (I at least tried to make the stories fit together for both ideas to work)
What happened?! Where is Raz?! Is he hurt?! Those were the only thoughts going through Cal's mind. It had been a little over a year since he took in Raz, and things were far from calm, but not bad in any way. As Cal got to the kitchen, all his worries quickly vanished, then turned into pure joy as he saw his 2 year old son near the floor, floating there while setting spoons a blaze.
The night was cool and rainy as Cal walked through the forest. He'd been there for hours, and for what? Some little experiment? It had been so long that he couldn't remember anymore.
"Great.. the one time I need to get back because of rain, I get lost" The man sighed and he started to pick up on a tiny sound. Cal tried to shrug it off but as the noise continued, he got more and more curious, to the point where he started running towards the sound to end his curiosity.
As he got closer, Cal started to decipher what the noise was, it sounded like crying. Wait, is that.. a baby crying? Once he thought of that the man started running faster, until he got to the river. Turns out his suspension was correct.
"What?! Why is a baby out in the woods?!" Cal yelled out while scooping up the little one in his arms. He tried to calm down the baby as soon as possible while taking a look around to see if anyone was there, alive or dead. In a minute or two the crying stopped. The little guy just wanted some company.. Cal thought while finally finding a path out of the woods, heading back with the child in his arms.
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CRASH! That's the first sound Cal woke up to this morning, how great to start the day. The concerned father quickly ran to the kitchen to see what happened.
"Oh my.. Shegor! Get a camera right now!" Cal yelled down the hall while sitting on the floor so his son could float over to him, which he happily did.
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Cal walked into his lab, happily looking at the photo Shegor got of him with his son. It took about an hour for them to get a good one and put Raz down for a nap after, but it was worth it for another picture to add to the board. Yes. This man has a corkboard full of pictures of his kid, he is an amazing dad. He sat down while letting his rat out of the cage.
"Alright, from the top Harry-" Cal pulled out a clipboard. "-What is your name?" He said while looking at the rat, expecting some kind of answer.
You see, Cal here is a scientist, he specifically works on neuroscience stuff. Right now he's working on if you can teach a rat to somewhat talk with enough training and practice. He hasn't made much progress but he's trying his best. He watched as the rat sat there, not responding. Cal sighed while looking back at his clipboard.
"Another failure.." The man said, about to mark it down, but then he heard something, something like a little rat squeak. He shot his head up to see what the sound was, and started to beam.
"H.. Hello, Doctor Loboto. My name is Harry." The rat looked up at Loboto, but it's mouth didn't move. Confusing? But then it hit Cal, the rat is fucking psychic. Still really cool, but not what he hoped for. "Well, at least it's progress.-" Cal said while giving Harry a smile and scratching his little head. "-And I'm sure Raz will love you."
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Yeah this is all I got for now, I'll add on to this as ideas come and go or if doodle has anymore ideas that I could write out, maybe the brain snatching dilemma?
#gift for doodle#you deserve it#psychonauts#razputin aquato#product of me being sleep deprived#:)#why do i write so late?
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[???, 1:43 PM, July 23rd]
Teleportation, on its own, is usually disorienting enough. Teleportation mid-tackling some blond and blue loser is about five times worse than that, the two hitting the old, wearing concrete floor of here with a painful groan. To her credit, Vanilla’s quick to the draw despite the everything that has just transpired. Hip to sword to horrible, horrible man’s throat barely even feels like a second. This might be the first time something resembling fear's ever crossed Colress's eyes, and she relishes it.
"Listen to me, you..."
He hesitates.
"I can't imagine why Ghetsis ever let you leave. You clearly possess the sort of power he wishes he had."
Vanilla bites back a harsh growl.
...I can't just kill him.
Currently, their reasoning for the conviction is a little bit weak. This is the same man who tried to electrocute them within an inch of their life, and just the week before, affected their mind so harshly they nearly murdered him without any consciousness behind it. But she's terrified of what comes from breaking that conviction again, and so she makes her own excuses.
I bet Interpol has some reason they're keeping him around. Better to not.
The hesitation is enough for Colress's Beheeyem to catch its breath again, and the moment is gone. Vanilla reaches for Cobalion's Pokéball, and... oh. He released himself already. Too early. He's back in a lab in Nimbasa somewhere. ...It takes more than a little willpower to not scream.
Instead, they lock eyes with the Beheeyem, grab another Pokéball, and send forth the Altaria inside it. He hums brilliantly, turning to his trainer for guidance.
"Chiru, help me take this place down, okay?" They snarl. Even if Colress doesn't understand, Beheeyem does, flying at the bird and teleporting away at the last second. Bluffing to steal attention. Vanilla stands, pointfully driving one of Colress's wrists into the concrete with her foot as the scientist's other hand tries to sweep her second leg. That one lands square in Colress's stomach as retaliation, and he lets go with a guttural noise. Just in time for Vanilla to barely shield his eyes from a Lumina Crash.
Finally, they can take in their surroundings a bit. None of this room seems particularly important. Two doors. No giant computer towers screaming to be Dragon Pulsed into pieces. They do slam the strange alien into a standing bookshelf, though, for good measure. Now to get moving again, before Colress pulls something else...
He picks the right door, if only due to the promise of what sounds like footsteps. The door opens, with a bit of physical persuasion, to what appears to be a ruined basement. Light shines through small pieces of the foundation, walls cracked and crumbling, and where it shines, patches of tall grass grow, Musharna floating softly. Fallen bookshelves and stacks of water-damaged boxes block the way here and there, but... nothing critical. Shit. Those footsteps come back.
"Hey, boss, is everything..."
The... person... standing before Vanilla is something unbelievable. Head halfway turned to some bronze statue with yellow, beaming eyes, left arm hanging heavily like scrap metal to their side, pulling its person with it, and strange metallic, spherical bearings melded with the rest of their body. They apply a bit of psychic power to pick their arm up again. Vanilla backs up a few paces, hitting the heavy metal door.
"W-what in the..."
"Oh, shoot, you know, I get that a lot. Cost of science, you see? We're trying to see if Steel-type DNA could ever be compatible with human bodies. And you might say 'no', but I'm still alive! Even got these psychic powers out of it. All thanks to my partner Bronzong! Now you..."
The strange... man? takes a few steps forward.
"You're a really clean specimen, actually! Look at that! The worst you've got is those legs, but other than that, it's almost cute! The ears! The tail! You know, people'd pay to look like that! I didn't know Colress refined his process that much!"
"I'm not... I was born like this. What the hell do you mean, specimen? Refined process?"
"Holy shit! You're a nat? I guess Colress was right, natural hybrids really are better... what are you, a Zor? There's a lot of people looking for those kinds of abilities! No wonder he brought you in. Zorua are so tricky after all, we haven't been able to get anything on them..."
As the assistant/experiment keeps blathering on, Vanilla presses his back further against the door, breath heavy, weighing his options. Even if this "hybrid" isn't a threat currently, everything in their body screams that he is. That has to be worth something, right?
"Now I dunno what you're doing out here, but I can take you back! Between you and me, you're better off allowed out and about than--"
All at once, the door clicks open behind Vanilla, and the world fragments itself into technicolor blocks of light as something hits their back, pulling their entire being in. Their body wasn't made for that.
It hurts. It hurts. It's not supposed to hurt like that. So bad they can't even struggle. Not that they could anyways. She forces herself to curl up in the darkness, mind dulled to anything but rest and the twisting pain of holding this new size.
Everything, everyone else will have to wait.
#pokeblogging#pkmn irl#a cross of strange colors#high stakes pokeblogging#//off screen post#long post#tw injury#tw violence#tw body horror
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collecting short funny things to write under fanart of characters you really love
please feel free to add more thank you :3
(this is long as shit be prepared)
ough
looking at them
my friend :)
mwehehe
augh
I can't believe this
brain blasted
what a little freak
do you even care
be so fucking for real
your kidding
what a weirdo
a wonderous creature
consider this
from my personal collection
what the
I'm so normal
I'm not normal
why are they like that
evil swag
TEEHEE
I'm gonna frow up
yeah this is pretty cool
pretty fucked up dog
have you seen this?
my beautiful princess
I'm ill
oh good heavens!
my son. he has every disease
this shit aint nothin to me man
I laurve them
yoink
just a little bit. as a treat
tell them to stop
me when I GET you
MY GUY
the psychic worm (wohwohwohwohw)
good lord
cuteness aggression towards them
what the fuck ever
im feeling something
sigh
me when the
GRRAAAHH
im fucking serious
love it when they appear
its becoming unhealthy
go white boy go!
your never gonna believe this
worst guy ive ever seen
their just so ... drawable
sorry guys
i saw it in a dream
she is very gorgeous to me!
i see them when i close my eyes
my little scrungle
be so fucking for real
i can do whatever i want
bitch
yeah
my baby girl
my little kitty meow meow
they've done something to me
i gotta get outa here
yep
my favorite white man
dude!?
full of joy a whimsy
going cray cray!
well....
erm
heyy gurl wasup
she is beuty she is grace
aaaaanything could happen
just like me fr
its time
yahoo!
divine retribution
yay!!
so was foretold in the prophecy
their so ... woah
yessir
god. fucking. damn.
they understand me
you are not immune to propaganda
Explodes character with mind
Forgive me
I would tell them my most depraved thoughts
for the win!
my treasure my beloved
awesome
oh yeah woo yeah
thats it thats the post
this above all else
-INHALE-
had to get it out of my system
you absolute baby buffoon
but make it epic
dont question it
gay baby jail
mwah <3
i want to make them into bread
no guys you don't get it
i got nervous
every fuckin time man
[puts face in hands and groans loudly]
no way
DONT DO THIS TO MEEEEE
take a deep breath
stupid little bow wow
cringeposting once again
abandon society, embrace insanity
god has let me draw another day
had to do it
changed my brain chemistry
so the thing is-
im going to make you so girlfail
pathetic wet cat
guys.
their neat idk
or something like that
ATTENTION!!
i have the disease and its terminal
shrimply amazing!
hits you with the beam
smile :)
send help
oh hi didn't see you there
no i will not elaborate
the creature is demonic in nature
i think there's something wrong with them
i think there's something wrong with me
its fine
woah woah woah
do you even realize what you've done
very cool
do you see my vision
whatever the fuck this is called
the strugler
interesting..
oh i got you dont worry
nobody move
character on the brain always and forever
#1 hater
funny you should say that
nature is healing
imagine a guy. now imagine them again
ooo mama
get drawn idiot
get obsessed over idiot
if only they were real
post this character instantly
your honor i need them
ive got some notes
A juicy morsel
I want to push them down the stairs
They wouldn’t dare
(Eyes wide and mouth frothing) yeah!
my beautiful wife <3
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i love love love to think about my weird silly guys making jokes about their various disabilities. dean says “watch this” and both of his knees crack outrageously from him shifting his hips. he turns his hearing aids off and says lalala i can’t hear you when sam is being annoying. sam says he’s getting hit with psychic beams when he feels himself start to get another migraine. cas says he’s making friends with the ants under his skin when his sensory issues flare up. they’re so weird and i love them and they love to be goofy
#timothy's txts.#disablednatural#team free will#dean winchester#sam winchester#castiel#spn#supernatural
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I like to think im pretty open minded. But if someone hit on me the way the reddit lesbians flirt I really might destroy them with my psychic eye beams.
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Earthbound Update 3
(PART 1)
I'm back! Some of you may have thought I abandoned this project, but you were wrong!
Where have I been? What have I been doing? Oh, I've been busy playing Earthbound! I knew I was close to the end, so I wanted to finish it before updating! I could have finished in a week, but I got distracted by other games and responsibilities. Now what exactly did I do in Earthbound?
Well last time, I cured Tenda Village's shyness. After making my last update, I tried their coffee and had another strange vision. But once my head cleared, I did some trading and then hopped into the cave.
As I figured, this was my next Sanctuary Location. The boss wasn't very tough; he was blasted to bits by a multi-bottle rocket and some good bashes. The hardest part was the maze of a cave!
We had a strange moment of Straw's(Ness) thoughts being beamed to a wall, then jumped down a hole into the Underworld.
This place is huge! And there are dinosaurs here! I wanted to avoid them since I felt strong enough already, but they were just too big, they kept blocking my path. It's actually so huge here that I had to look up a map. I also got lost in the first five minutes and was walking in circles, so a map helped a lot.
I feel like this should be a bigger moment, but didn't Buzz Buzz already say something about being in a prophecy? I guess it's good to remember the scale of our journey. Welp, time for the last Sanctuary Location!
Well, that was a fever dream...
The Fire Spring wasn't too hard to go through, the Psychic Psychos were more so just annoying. The final Sanctuary Boss felt like a good final boss, though, that fight was lots of fun.
As for all the melodies playing together, they sounded very pretty. I feel like they fit together better than Mother 1, but I hope there is, or will be, an orchestrated version like Mother 1 has.
The sequence afterward of Straw going through his home and seeing how much his parents loved him... Man, that hit me right in the feels. At the end of Mother 1, I came to the conclusion that this series is about love. Spoiler: I come to the same conclusion with Earthbound.
MAGICANT?! How is Magicant here! I thought it was Mary's dreamscape and it faded when she accepted death. Is... Is Mary still around? Is that why the melodies are back?
I think I like the aesthetic of this Magicant more. The old one was pretty, but this one feels more peaceful, and the color shifting adds to the magic/dream aspect.
Plus all the veggies remind me of my Mother 1 characters: Carrot, Onion, Potato, and Beet.
Is this true or is this what Straw thinks is happening with Pokey? Is he really, truly a bad guy?
Rest in peace, Buzz Buzz. We'll win this war for you.
The Flying Men! It's good to see them again! Oh no, wait, I don't want them to die
Interesting... My personal explanation for this is that the statue brought out the worst in people, so it uses the evil part of your brain; but I also think Straw just views it as the worst evil he's fought so far.
Hi, I'm back here. I died to the statue. This seemed impossible, just like Belch, so I looked up some tips and a map. I found that I just needed a bunch of Dragonite, so I got some from storage. I also got an extra Earth Pendant for Apple (Jeff)
Wow! Dragonite is strong! I got lucky though, he didn't heal in this second attempt. If he would have, I might have lost.
Like how Grape (Poo) had his training that, to me, like he was reaching his personal enlightenment, I feel the same for this moment. It feels like Straw is taking everything that's happened to him and learning a great lesson that's left up for interpretation, whether it's a lesson on Love, Determination, Destiny, overcoming Evil, or all of the above.
This also makes me think that Magicant is a by-product of the Melodies, meaning Mary must have been in Magicant for decades, waiting for Carrot(NinTen) to restore peace to her and help her move on.
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-- RP: @skullboneandunown
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Donovan senses his friends disappear. Lui'er shattered like glass. Razor mutating into... something. Everything seems to freeze for him, as something inside him snaps. He channels to what Morgan would call unknown energies, but to Donivan he knew it full well; the variant Infinity Stones that he keeps safe on the Sanctum Sanctorum. The falling debris stops midair and with a shout Donovan unleashes a shockwave of power that collides with Terapagos' energy, resulting in a beam lock.
The mutated Razor lands in front of Morgan, refusing to let her kill Terapagos. 'Are you insane?! You're willing to kill millions of innocent people! If you go through with that, nothing will protect you from Zygarde or Dialga! Not us, not your ranch! Not even you could stop them!'
The Primal Beat gets up, giving Morgan a spiteful growl. "You command me no longer Fae! And to stoop so low as to threaten genocide, how far you've fallen! But Razor is correct, destroying so much will place you on the top of Zygarde's hit list! I will help, only to protect them!" He motions with his head to the other Paradox beasts. They mattered more to him right now. He pushed forward, using his claws to anchor himself as he does, channeling magic into his crest. "Mighty ancestors, let the dark magiks flow through me one last time! From slumber you came, to slumber you return! This I command you!"
Even as the battle raged, Morgan in her Monarch form took the form of what she had once been -- a humanisque Fae, although Gardevoir features still remained such as a crown and a intense psychic energy. With no fear, a rage went through her as she retaliated back with words and that intense aura pulsing out; '-- I WOULD IF IT MEANT GETTING MY DAUGHTER BACK ALIVE!' She snaps at the top of her lungs towards Razor before snapping her gaze to the Primal Beast. 'YOU! YOU SENT HER BEYOND MY REACH -- FOR THIS YOU WILL DO FOR ME IN PENANCE.' With that said, she cast a barrier around the three legendary pokemon who looked to be from the ancient past, each with a barrier that would keep them safe.
Dark energies came to the Primal Beast's command, snickering as they wisped around him; 'One last time.' 'One last time we answer your call.' 'Next time you must follow through with our choosing.' With that, they launched themselves at Terapagos, the pokemon being subdued with a loud high-pitched and eldritch scream into its jeweled state. The flower was restored with the jewel floating in the middle of it, and this time, a protective barrier surrounds it. No one would be able to get to Terapagos for many, many years.
With that said, Morgan raised her hands and with psychic abilities, the shaking of the area around them ceased as she cast a wide barrier around them and stopped the temporal energy from leaking any further down. In all intensive purposes, she had used Dialga's own energy to create something of a time bubble. 'I'll have to have him send a Celebi to roll back time in this space... later.' Morgan remains in her human form as she finally approached Razor and Donovan, casting a look on them both. While still enraged, she cast a Heal Pulse that sunk around the area, healing everyone's wounds. She stares at Donovan with a look of a mother's hurt.
'You are not to blame for this. Remember that.' With that, she looks over at the Primal Beast for a few seconds, as if knowing in her own way she blamed him, but did not at the same time. It was a mother's feeling that kept her at bay as she goes to tend to the three legendary beings, the shield lowering. She knows she's being growled at, but she cares not. She only casts Heal Pulse to heal their wounds and make sure they're in one piece. 'You won't be able to leave this area for some time. Rest.' With that, she gets up and moves to the Primal Beast, finally, looking to him. 'You were chosen by a Court. Whatever deal you made, they will expect you to follow on it should you ask their help. You're lucky they didn't expect more.' A brief glimpse into her past of when Calyrex had been 'born' is given to him to view before she moves to the barrier-covered temporal distortion.
She heaves a heavy sigh.
'Your penance won't be lifted until you return my daughter to me. When you do, i'll return you to Area Zero.' With that said, her fae side showed in its malicious state -- he had sent away her child. She had many other children, yes, but Ashe was the one she had tied her blood too. 'And i'm sure more than anyone, you understand what it is like to have a child taken from you, no?' She asks the Primal Beast, gaze shifting over to him with a look of a mother's fury.
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What is Honor? A Warhammer 40k Short Story
The horned creature that called itself Vera sat silent in her Throne Mechanicum, wires lining her spine between her blood red insect wings and connecting her mind and body to the machine. Bullets bounced off of the void shield of her teal and silver desecrator, Unrepentant Misery. The reaper chainsword swung through waves apron waves of advancing xenos, the spinning chains catching the green skin of a squadron of orks. The laser destructor fired, a red beam of light struck an incoming truck, turning the gunner on its back into red mist. Regardless, the makeshift vehicle charged Unrepentant Misery. With a single stomp, the ork machine was crushed under their titanic heel, dust, blood, and scrap metal filling the air.
"Kill the bastards!" The familiar voice of Astrid echoed in Vera's mind. She ignored it, as it was not directed towards the orks.
A group of light blue astartes, warriors of a Thousand Son's warband, took position behind the scrap metal that was once the truck. A group of avian humanoids charged past them, each mutant carrying a chain sword and firing bolt pistols into the horde of orks. The blue feathers of slain tzaangors scattered across the ground as the group entered melee.
"Filthy mutants." Another voice, Eric, rang in Vera's ears. She tried to ignore it, channeling her anger into the greenskin horde.
Raising Unrepentant Misery's whirling chainsword into the air, multi-colored electricity sparked around the eyes of the knight as Vera chanted in a language that she didn’t entirely understand. The wind around the desecrator changed, the flow redirecting into a torrent warping around Unrepentant Misery. Three missiles that were on target were suddenly caught in the wind and redirected, missing the desecrator.
"More..." Unrepentant Misery growled, vibrating the throne Vera sat on.
"Riders, right." The grizzled voice Wulfrik barked.
Vera's eyes shot right, her glowing eyes nearly turning into her skull. Ten squig riders attempt to flank Unrepentant Misery. The bright red mounts gnashed their teeth, leaving a trail of drool behind them. The raiders fired wildly in the air with their pistols in one hand, the other hand carrying primitive spears. The sensors surrounding Vera detected that these spears were rigged with makeshift explosives. She adjusted her knight's footing, firing round after of round of their shoulder mounted heavy stubber. The riders were cut down to the last man, yet the infamous "WAAGH" war cry of the greenskins drowned out the battle.
"They're coming, Vera."
"Disgusting xenos!"
"Death..."
"Hold the line, my warriors." The last speaker did not come from her Throne. "The relic will be recovered soon."
"Yes commander." Vera softly muttered.
"You were lively before the battle Bloodfly." Another Thousand Son sorcerer laughed. "Ghost catch your tongue?"
"Kill the heretics!" Eric ordered.
"Now's not the time." She gritted through her fangs.
"I'll leave you to your ancestors." The call cut out.
Astrid sighed. "Emperor, protect us."
"Shut up." Vera growled.
"Emperor... Betrayer."
"Full power to ion shields!" Wulfrik ordered, taking temporary control of Unrepentant Misery.
Vera ripped control back. "Don't do that again"
A salvo of missiles landed around Unrepentant Misery's feet. Thankfully, Vera's psychic manipulations managed to redirect any heavy missiles that would've hit the desecrator directly. However, this redirection wasn’t enough to carry the missiles far enough for the dreadblade to be out of range of the explosion.
"You idiot!"
Vera winced in pain. Some of the shrapnel had pierced the void shield, striking and embedding into her knight’s right leg, the cords connecting her into the Throne simulating the shrapnel. Vera instinctively reached down to her right leg, attempting to remove the non-existent shards of metal.
"Focus."
"Dimwitted beast."
"Emperor, we are so sorry."
"Betrayer..."
“Are you ok, Vera?” A binary beep breaking through the insults.
“I’m fine, Master Narvik.” Vera sighed in binary, her eyes catching a forgefiend in the distance. Standing by the hound-like daemon engine was the warpsmith Narvik. He, Vera, and the five astartes surrounding him, his “Rust Hydras,” were the only mercenaries amongst the Thousand Sons, the blue-green hydra sitting on their pauldrons showing their true bloodline.
“We’ll get our relic soon kid.” He said, a torrent of flame firing from one of his tendrils, engulfing an unlucky group of grots. “Don’t push yourself.”
“I won’t boss.” She smiled, a single gleam of happiness in this battlefield. “We still have our project to do together.”
"Reinforcements!" One member of the warband interrupted, before catching an ork slug to the helmet.
Vera's eyes returned to the battlefield. A portion of the greentide had redirected its attention to something in the distance.
"We push!" A tzaangor champion growled over the vox.
"No!" A sorcerer in cyan and gold terminator armor rebuked, his voice raspy and deep. "We should bolster our defenses. All we need is the relic."
"We don't know if they are friends or foes." A mortal priestess suggested. "Did our Lord call for aid?”
Vera leaned forward, squinting towards where the "reinforcements" were.
A red blur danced through the sea of orks, greenskins flying through the air from explosion and claw swipes. The blur momentarily stopped, allowing her to see the banner hanging between the legs of the machine. A skull laid over a cog, the symbol of the adeptus mechanicus, confirming what she thought.
"Knight!" She roared over the vox, firing at the mechanical warrior. "Imperial knight!"
A pack of smaller red armigers raced through the ork horde, crushing the xenos under their feet as the scout knights charged towards the warband.
"Focus all fire on the knights!" A sorcerer terminator coughed. Five helbrutes counter charged into the armigers, in hopes of slowing them down. All firearms and explosives were directed towards the knights as the cultists retreated behind cover. The forgefiend slowly approached the flanks, firing the two shoulder mounted electroplasma cannons into the Imperials as the mouth cannon sparked from damage. Narvik focused his attention on repairs as his Rust Hydras provided covering fire. The chainsword carrying tzaangors and chaos spawn charged after the helbrutes, cleaning up the orks left in their wake.
"Betrayer..." Unrepentant Misery rumbled. "Betrayer..."
As the Imperial Knight, a knight warden, armed with a thunderstrike gauntlet and a chaincannon, approached, Vera got a better view of the knight. While the banner between the knight's legs was that of the mechanicus, the crest sitting on the right of the red and black mask held a different symbol. A two-headed dragon. The symbol of House Zweidrach.
"By the Emperor."
"Don't do it Vera."
"Let her finally put you out of your misery."
"Betrayer..."
Vera nearly lept from her metal Throne, rage shattering whatever sense of calm she had left. "Lucella..." She growled, her blood red insect wings fluttered and her serpentine tail slithering in anticipation.
“Vera!” Narvik yelled. “Don’t do it!”
"Betrayer..." Unrepentant Misery's thirst for blood infected Vera, drowning out her master’s call for caution. She echoed her knight, the two roaring, "BETRAYER!"
Unrepentant Misery charged into the fray like a rabid animal, its flailing metal limbs slicing and crushing ork and cultist alike.
“The beast returns.” Lucella’s hearty laugh invaded Vera’s ears.
“You… betrayed us…”
The knight desecrator swung its chain blade at the Imperial knight, a squadron of orks being caught and eviscerated in the upward swing. Lucella’s knight grabbed Unrepentant Misery’s arm with its gauntlet, stopping the sword swing right before the whirling blade would have hit its shoulder.
“I betrayed you?” She laughed. “Your brother was the heretic!”
“Let her kill you, Vera.” Astrid calmly said. “She will end your suffering.”
“This is your last chance to restore your family’s honor.” Eric added.
“Shut up.” Vera hissed.
“Sounds like you ancestors agree with me, beast. Come, let me put you out of your misery.”
With a shove, the two knights disengaged. The blood and limbs of stepped on orks flew as Vera aimed her laser destructor, Lucella readying her chaincannon in return.
“Let her finish the job.”
“Ignore her and the spirits!” Narvik grunted as he crushed an ork’s skull with his hammer. “I need you to live!”
Lucella was quicker on the draw, a torrent of bullets breaking through Unrepentant Misery’s void shield and into its torso.
Vera howled in pain as the legs of her knight buckled. She fired the destructor, the sudden stumble causing the weapon to miss its target. Instead of hitting the mask of the knight warden, the laser instead broke through its void shield and struck its shoulder.
“Your piloting is disgraceful your brother’s memory!” Lucella roared into the vox speaker as the arm wielding the chaincannon sparked.
“You have no right to speak of him!” Vera hissed back, spitting blood onto the control console. “You betrayed him!”
“You will see him soon, if you stop.”
Lucella’s mocking laugh filled Vera’s ears. Rage filled her body as she sliced into the warden. Lucella’s laughter quickly morphed into painful wails as she felt the chains of the desecrator’s sword carved into her stomach.
She mindlessly fired her chaincannon as her gauntlet struck and swiped at Unrepentant Misery. Lucella was able to grip the top of the desecrator’s mask, Vera in turn feeling a strong grip on one of her horns. Lucella’s knight managed to overwhelm Vera’s, shoving her to the ground.
“Honorless bitch.” She spat. “Just like your bloody brother.”
Vera gritted her fangs. “Sven was honorable.”
“The bastard lied to the inquisition, betrayed the Imperium and the Emperor, killed multiple guardsmen and other knights, and broke off out fucking engagement!” She threw Unrepentant Misery to the ground before stepping onto it’s mask. “All for a spoiled little mutant how can’t even defend itself. Sven was the most dishonorable person I have ever met…”
“Maybe, other than you.”
With a click from the auto-loader, Lucella opened fire into Unrepentant Misery. With every bullet, Vera felt every wound alongside the spirits within Unrepentant Misery.
“She is right.”
“End this suffering.”
“Dying now is the only way to restore your honor.”
“Don’t insult your brother’s memory anymore.”
“Just die, it will be over for all of us soon.”
“We’ve… been… betrayed…”
Vera’s breath slowed. The voices, her ancestors, they were all right. Letting this suffering continue, staining her family’s name with every breath, letting a great knight of the God-Emperor fall into the pull of Chaos, dishonorable. Vera was dishonor made manifest, and the only way to have a shred of honor now is to let it end.
Vera awoke inside a familiar room, sitting on a familiar bed.
“Can you tell me another story?” A voice asked. Poking out from under the blanket was the head of a little girl. Her grin was filled with sharp teeth, and two tiny horns surfaced from the sea of blonde hair. “I want to hear about the great hero Sven and Unrepentant Bravery.”
“Sorry kid.” Vera said, petting the child between the horns. “It’s past your bedtime.”
“But I’m not… not” she yawned. “I’m not tired.”
“Fine Vera, one more. Let me tell you the tale of how our heroes met an angel named Celestine. You’d like her. She has wings too.”
The scene faded, and Vera was transported to a different bed. She was getting dressed. Watching her from the bed was a familiar blond woman.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a younger sister?” Lucella asked.
Vera sighed. “Well she’s… different I want to say.”
“What do you mean?”
“Vera’s smart, strong, and her tests show that she’s an expert tactician. She’d be a great knight.”
“But?”
“She’s… She’s a mutant.”
Her vision blurred. Vera was back in the cockpit of Unrepentant Misery, or Unrepentant Bravery. Standing in front of her was Lucella's knight, alongside two armigers and a small army of guardsmen. "Why are you doing this Lucella?" Vera asked.
"I'm sorry Sven, but you and your family shelters a creature of chaos. Do the honorable thing, and let us pass."
"You call this honor?" Vera demanded, her brother's voice coming through her mouth. "You're the ones going to KILL a little girl just because she looks a little different!"
"Step aside Sven." Luccella gritted through her teeth. "The inquisitor demanded her capture, and the inquisition are the voice of the Emperor."
"I don't care what the Emperor has to say! YOU ARE TRYING TO KILL MY SISTER!"
"It's the honorable thing to do." One of the armiger's voices broke into vox.
Rage filled Vera's being. The throne she sat on rumbled within the cockpit. A quiet growl breezed past her ears. "Betrayer..."
"If protecting my sister is the dishonorable thing to do, than I don't give a fuck about honor!"
Vera's sight blurred again. She felt sleepy, her eyes struggling to stay open. Someone was carrying her, the servant's breath heavy and strained. "Go back to sleep young Vera." They said, trying to keep an upbeat voice.
"W-what's happening?"
"You're going on a vacation." Sven's voice softly wheezed.
"Where are we going?" She yawned.
He took a deep breath. "I'm not going with you."
Vera's eyes slowly opened. She was greeted by the sight of her brother. He was struggling to stand up, blood drenching his clothes. He gripped his chest, blood leaking between his fingers.
"Sven?"
"Everything will be ok, Vera. You and Bravery will be visiting some friends of mine, and they will keep you safe."
"Vera..." A deep voice echoed from above her. She looked up, seeing the damaged Unrepentant Bravery being transported into a ship. "I will protect you... from the betrayer..."
"When will I see you again?"
Sven was silent for a few seconds. "It will be a while. I can't promise you when, but we will see each other again."
"Ok Sven." Vera yawned. "I’ll miss you.”
"I’ll miss you too Vera. I'll see you someday."
As Vera is carried into the ship, she heard Sven say one more thing. "We'll see each other soon, Lucella."
"We'll see each other soon, Lucella."
Vera returned back to the battlefield. Unrepentant Misery, having lost its sword arm, stood over Lucella's kneeling knight. Vera's eye glowed bright blue, Unrepentant Misery's glowing alongside it. She saw through the knight warden's mask, seeing Lucella within the cockpit. She was tired, bleeding and crying. "Sven?" She asked.
"I still care about you." Vera's voice echoed alongside a familiar voice. "But I won't let anyone hurt my sister."
"Vera! We got the relic!" Narvik’s voice echoed through the vox, breaking Vera from her trance. "We're retreating."
"Y-Yes Master. I'll be there soon."
"Where are you going!" Lucella tearfully roared. "Kill me! Let me see Sven again!"
Unrepentant Misery turned away from Lucella. "I won't kill you. You don't deserve the honor."
Vera approached the warband's ship, entering the open hangar. The chaotic ship disappeared into the twilight sky, leaving Lucella alone in the body filled battle field.
Narvik raced to Unrepentant Misery as it collapsed to the ground. He broke open the hatch to the damaged knight, ripping the bloodstained Vera from the Throne.
“Are you ok Bloodfly?” Narvik asked, picking up the limp mutant. He held a vow to her brother, and he wasn’t about to fail his favorite agent.
“I’m good, dad.” Vera weakly joked, her positive mood slowly returning. “Did we get the thing?”
“We have the relic.” Narvik smiled. “We’ll get paid soon, and we’ll complete our project as soon as you’re at full strength.
As Narvik sat Vera to his shoulders, one of his havocs carried over their promised prize, a light purple orb.
“Hello Lord Narvik and Lady Vera.” The orb beeped, the binary code going over the heads of the rubric marines. “I am Cyla, and thank you for granting me a new body.”
It wasn't until midnight until someone contacted Lucella. "What happened?" The inquisitor's rage-filled voice demanded her to answer.
Lucella sat on top of her warden, looking over the ruins. Orks corpses as far as the eye could see, the wrecks of her fellow knights overlooking the green sea of bodies like monoliths. "We lost."
"What do you mean we lost?"
"I'm the only one that's left, and my knight needs repairs."
"This whole operation was your plan. This failure is enough to get you executed."
"I just need my knight repaired, and I'll finish what we started."
"No. I see now that you are not suited for this mission. You will be reassigned to a different mission, one more suited for your skill set, and a new more suitable agent will be assigned in your stay."
My lord, may I-"
"No!" They interrupted. "You will be tasked with a duty suitable for you. If you want to keep whatever honor you have left, you will follow my orders!"
Lucella took a deep breath. "I don't give a fuck about honor."
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