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probablybadrpgideas · 10 months

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Didn't know y'all did anything with DCC so I kinda wanna see what your opinion is on this campaign I'm in.

There's a guy we'll call him L, he and I were the only two players for the first two times we met up, and this week we finally got a third player. L has been very aggressively bullrushing every confrontation, completely ignoring everything in his path... And it got our entire party WIPED OUT (I was running 7 characters at once, him 4) session 1 and ushered in an age of chaos. Session 2 was building first levels, and he was constantly trying to dictate what I was going to build and play. The party wipe was devastating to me bc I had started to grow an attachment to one of my lawfuls, and unnecessary and L made no move to stop anything at any point. I assumed initially he was just frozen up on the spot.

Then session 3 happened (first one with the 1st levels we built) and I'm not so sure that's the case anymore. We were sent by the Chaos Gods to the realm of Law to steal the Yokeless egg and he was very much avoidant of any of the plot, including avoiding our DM in the storefront when they were supposed to be having their one on one for The Plot.

We get to the Ox defending the Yokeless Egg and he was running the ONLY lawful character, and he'd had some good meta this session for how he would react to things. This time he literally did nothing while me and the third player (both chaotic alignments) were attempting to figure shit out against the Ox to avoid combat. I went as far as to have my second character (neutral aligned) was elbowing his in the ribs and eventually even pushed L's character to the front to force him to interact with the Ox.

For nearly two whole minutes he sat in complete and utter silence as the Ox began to sniff out the chaos weapons we'd been issued, and didn't act again until combat began. It was PAINFUL bc our DM literally told us ahead of time that most monsters we'd face in the Law realm would kill us easily, so I'd tried to impart that we'd avoid conflict as much as possible.

My question for y'all is like, is this normal etiquette with players in a party? I had played 5e before this and have never experienced someone that acted like that, and if they acted similarly it was usually due to social dynamics or autistic stuff. I had given benefit of the doubt first session, but after this session I'm no longer believing he didn't act this way on purpose. Just wondering if you (or anyone else) has any takes on this situation, is this normal, how the FUCK do you play when someone in your party seems hellbent on combat and ONLY combat.

Also wondering if you have any advice for like, how to actually get this guy to stop Leroy Jenkinsing his way through each and every single dungeon. He has not stopped to examine anything even once and it was the reason our first party got wiped (we needed 500gp worth of items to toss to the Leviathan or a still-beating heart and he chose to start chopping at it instead).

I apologize for the length and density of this ask and appreciate any advice anyone has to give me. I'm at the point where if this party wipes out again I will be quitting.

(sidenote: I've been in this campaign and it's one of my favourites)

This players sounds like a dick. DCC is high-stakes and you need to be able to work as a party to survive, but it sounds like he basically got you killed due to main character syndrome and learned no lessons.

Advice-wise I'd have a talk and make sure he actually understands how TTRPGs and specifically DCC work, which will presumably either lead to "sorry, didn't realise this wasn't fun for everyone else, I'll do better", or deciding he shouldn't be in the group. I'd also have a chat with your GM before that, because there's every chance they enjoy it even if you don't (and it's very much not the recommended approach).

But yeah this is not the kind of gameplay DCC is designed for at all, and your characters are clearly suffering for it - Paper

#not an idea #actual advice #dungeon crawl classics

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sadruru · 3 months

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Suddenly inspired by one artwork where one artist's commander is depicted on different mythic path. It made me want to draw some of them too! Each choice will affect Melissa differently, both externally and internally.

Maybe some of you have thought of something like that too. I think it's really cool!

WARNING!!! That's a lot of letters ~ Because I can and I will I LOVE making long posts with lots of text. A-HA-HA!!!

Trickster: "No matter what I do, my life is a f*cking comedy for humans, gods, demons… And you know what? I don't give a sh*t about you motherf*ckers! / You watch Melissa go into hysterics. The insane laughter makes your blood run cold. She even seems to be dancing to music she can only hear in her head. / No one else will have power over me, not even the gods! From now on, I will write my own happy ending! Now let us play by my rules. I am the queen in this godd*mn theater, and you will be my jesters!!"

The True path. The alignment remains the same, Chaotic-Neutral. More madness and fun. Melissa certainly wouldn't give up the ability to interfere even with the universe if it were possible. The only outward difference is the occasional appearance of a strange mask on her face. At times like that, you never know what to expect from this tiefling. I had a hell of a hard time drawing that mask, but it turned out great. Just the way I wanted it to turn out.

Angel: "/ Melissa's eyes look down in confusion. You can hear the shaky notes of confusion in her voice. She is unusually silent. The weight of responsibility now rests on her shoulders. / I thought this was going to be an amusing joke. Tiefling's more like an angel, and she's got stupid wings! Sounds mad, doesn't it? My skin and hair… Do I really look like a human now? It's wild…. It's so weird to feel so many hopeful looks on me. I don't even know what to say…"

The alignment changed to Neutral. And from this point on, some of her views on life would have to be reevaluated, which was extremely discouraging. Melissa will become much more serious and calm, less 24/7 style jokes. More adequacy. Her skin will lighten and her hair will take on its usual human brown hue as will her eyes. The appearance of wings, of course, and a semblance of a warm glow from behind, like the aasimar's. She didn't choose this path because there was no point in bringing righteousness and law to a world that was already rotten. Easier to destroy everything… Isn't it?

Azata: "Okay, wait… What the?! Butterfly wings?! Plants on my head?! I look like a pink princess, only without the dress!" / Melissa looks extremely annoyed. No matter how hard she tried to pluck the flowers, they grew on her head again and again, covering her horns with fragrant roses. Slowly she begins to relax, realizing that it's no use. / Damn it!.. Okay, okay. I think I liked that. A little bit... Maybe bringing 'kindness' and 'freedom' isn't as stupid as I thought… Don't dare laugh!"

Chaotic-Good By the end of the game, Melissa becomes softer and kinder. But she's not thrilled with the sudden external changes anyway. You know, flowers and butterflies. The reason for her rejection of this path is simple. She doesn't believe in all that nonsense about friendship, loyalty, kindness and so on. Didn't grow up in that kind of environment. ...Azata - it's not necessarily blue colors. I just want red 🗿 No Desna. Just Cayden Cailean and Calistria!

Demon: "/ Her burning eyes reflected real rage and bloodlust. It was as if primordial chaos in all its horrifying splendor came into view. The thirst for destruction that had haunted her all her life had taken on new colors, and she was ready to carry it with renewed vigor. The girl's voice was no longer human, but rather frighteningly demonic. / I want to break someone's spine, fracture their skull, gut their insides... How ironic. All my life I've been called many things: monster, beast, demon. And now... Now I'm exactly what you thought I was. I hope you're all happy."

REALL Chaotic- Evil The saddest path for Melissa, in my opinion. Especially for a tiefling, considering they often do bad things under societal pressure. Absolute hatred for anything and everything. The appearance would be demonic.

The closest thing to her was the Demon path. Sure, it was very tempting to gain destructive power and take revenge on everyone who had hurt her, but that would be too easy. Deep down, Melissa really didn't want anything like that. If you got to know her better, you'd realize that she's not as bad as she seems at first glance.

P.S.: Yes, she has a big scar on her neck. There will definitely be pages later on about how she got it. It has to do with her death and sudden resurrection.

#wotr commander #pathfinder #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #pathfinder wotr #wotr #pfwotr #Melissa #artists on tumblr #didgital art #oc #original character

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bad-exo-imagines · 2 years

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EXO AND WHAT DND PLAYER THEY WOULD BE

No I do not accept any other opinions

XIUMIN

Neutral Good Human Bard

Now here me out. Xiumin is a pal, a buddy, a friend. He won't actively go out of his way to start trouble he's just trying to live his life. As for a bard, he just uses his powers to make other people smile. One of the weakest players in terms of combat but for sure a valuable asset considering he has one of the highest wisdom stats.

Just here to vibe with others. Probably brings snacks to share and is just an overall vibey kinda person.

SUHO

True Neutral Human Rogue

Doesn't know what he's doing but saw the game as a way to bond. Is only a rogue because he thought being anything else was too complicated. Thinks things out logically and rationally, kinda being a buzz kill in a sense because he's constantly trying to outsmart the dungeon master by using logic.

DM: You encounter a misty forest that is haunted due to all the people who go in there-

Suho: THEN WHY DID WE EVEN GO NEAR HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE?

Is a note taker. You best believe he has a whole notebook dedicated to this campaign and probably has started making notebooks for the others as well. Outside players think its cause he's immersed in the story and everything, but in reality its cause he will forget and will ask the other guys for help on things later.

Would end the campaign as an NPC Inn Keeper because he got to confused and overwhelmed.

LAY

Neutral Good Firbolg Druid

Thinks speaking to animals would be a fun thing to do and he likes how the Firbolg look. He thinks they're the cutest things in the world. Is the kind to want to attempt to befriend and name every animal they meet, even if they're a huge monster.

DM: In the distance you hear the roar of a mighty dragon-yes Lay?

Lay: Is he friendly?

DM: no he is not.

Lay: I want to try to be friends with him

DM: Lay no-

Lay: His name is now 龙.

DM: *sighs* what does that mean?

Lay: Dragon :)

Raises his hand in the meeting and waits patiently until called on. Another vibes person. Likes to add sound effects to combat scenes. Puts in just enough of his attention span to understand what's happening currently, but will immediately forget once he leaves the table. If he's healing someone he will literally make sounds as if he's healing them irl. Very immersive player.

BAEKHYUN

Chaotic Good Elf Wizard

No surprise that his alignment is a bit on the chaotic side, but he likes to do the whole Robin Hood bit where he makes his own laws and has his own morals, but still respects the laws if he sees fit. And if those laws don't coincide with his morals a.k.a are not put in place to help those who are less fortunate than those making the laws...well have fun trying to recover from your home suddenly burning down and you now have to life as a beggar.

Definitely has a preference for fire elemental spells, but primarily uses light spells because he feels that blinding the enemy in combat is better than to kill them directly because according to him "if we don't manage to leave a scratch on him, at least he'll never see the light again."

Hyperactive player. Very loud and wants to talk to all of the NPCs. Very high charisma stats so he's the information gatherer. And he's just also a huge gossip and is more involved with everyone's stories than his own. Poor DM had to make a whole separate list of notes for all the NPCs and their backstories in case Baekhyun asked. Other than that he's chill.

CHEN

Lawful Neutral High-Elf Archer

Wanted something more aestheticslly pleasing for once, seeing as he usually plays fighters above anything else. Loves the grace and height that comes with being a High-Elf, but he mainly uses his character to refer to Baekhyuns character as a "cretin" and no matter how much Baekhyun will beg the DM to have him stop, the DM will never disallow something that entertaining. Chen also likes to not engage directly in combat so he mostly likes to play the back and talks shit.

Hes just a shit talker. He loves to do it. It fuels him, but the minute they match the energy back he turns whiny and annoying, much to the annoyance of the DM. Sometimes brings his baby to the meeting because he couldn't get a babysitter. Has to constantly make sure that his baby isn't trying to pick up the dice to eat it, but should she roll the dice or place it down on the table covered in drool, the DM will honor whatever number it landed on.

CHANYEOL

The Dungeon Master

Here me out. He likes to tell exaggerated stories and is actually really good at telling them. Everyone in the group loves him and he makes sure that everyone goes to meetings by reminding them (aka he blows up the group chat 2 days, one day, and every hour of the day of). Is the only one who could handle everything but still have a goofy smile on his face. He just likes to play with his best friends and in turn he makes the game as enjoyable as possible.

When he's not Dungeon Master however he is 100% an Chaotic Neutral Orc Fighter.

D.O

Chaotic Evil Dwarf Monk

He missed the first meeting and Chanyeol made him his character. He rarely shows up frankly. Chanyeol basically has his character burn down towns and then reclaim their soil using the charred bits of human remains as a fertilizer. D.O is 100% okay with this.

When he does show up D.O is just very quiet the entire time. He likes to listen to the stories unfold but he's a listener more so than a player.

KAI

Neutral Good Tiefling Barbarian

Another big, strong, softie character. Is only a Tiefling cause he wanted to stand out and be different. Being a Barbarian he's the physically strongest character out there, and is very intimidating looking, but has the biggest soft spot for children in game. Man damn near adopted a whole ass orphanage. What Lay is to animals, Kai is to children he wants them ALL and by the end of the game he's adopted at least 25 kids.

As a player he loves to inhale all the snacks Xuimin bought and is a very expressive person. He has a horrible HORRIBLE habit of laughing whenever he's not supposed to though. He laughed the first time Chanyeol announced D.O's character, but quickly stopped after his character bit Kais' character's ankles.

SEHUN

Lawful Evil High-Elf Fighter

He believes he should have been the Dungeon Master and in turn has decided that his main goal of the game is to get as many people to believe that the current law system is garbage and that he is the only leader they should follow. Has a massive following because of this.

Honestly makes Chanyeol rip his hair out. He hates this character so much because of how good Sehun is at playing him. Hes an argumentative little shit and a brat on top of it so hes constantly throwing fits when things don't go his way. Hes great at charming the pants off of people though, much to Chanyeols bitterness.

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fbfh · 4 years

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jason x reader x leo poly headcanons

Hhjkxhjckzjk oh boy

Kind of a straight man and crackhead thing going on

But its lawful vs chaotic

I'm telling you right now you have the power to tip the scales

If you're chaotic then jason has to get toddler leash backpacks to keep you two alive

If you're lawful you and jason have to keep leo from exploding everything on sight

If you're neutral or shift between lawful and chaotic, congratulations

You get to play both sides and/or sit back and watch

Both are lovely

Sometimes leo gets jason to comply with his pranks and schemes

Jason gets surprisingly into it

You encourage this for a few reasons

You want him to not have to feel like he's in charge and responsible all the time

They've all had way too much pressure put on them and you refuse to contribute

It's nice for all parties to have jason and leo be co conspirators instead of having jason be weirdly in charge

Plus since leo is really good at pranking and schemes, he almost gets to mentor jason a little

And it's nice for him to teach jason about something he wants to know about

Plus seeing jason snicker outside the bathroom before you've even entered, let alone turned on the blow drier he put baby powder into, is fucking adorable

You play along ofc

"Oh, my blow drier is already plugged in… nice :)"

"....."

"Guess I'll just dry my hair a li-"

"GOTCHA"

"..."

Leo, exiting from behind the shower curtain, causing you to scream slightly

"Dude, you were supposed to wait for them to turn it on"

"Oh"

You just sigh very slightly

"Turn what on?"

You say as you turn the blow drier on (facing up) covering the entire bathroom in baby powder

"Wow, I was not expecting that. You really got me, J"

You and Leo just share a look as Jason does his little victory dance

And immediately starts cleaning it up (while adorably bragging about how good he got you

Leo and you sometimes orchestrate little pranks for Jason to pull on you

His record for celebrating before apologizing and starting to feel bad is about 3 minutes and 34 seconds

It doesn’t sound like much but it’s a big improvement

Cuddling positions get switched around periodically

Jason spoons you, and Leo has his head in your chest

Leo spoons you, you spoon Jason

you lay on top of Jason and Leo flops on top of you

or it's the other way around

Sometimes they both dog pile on you

Dog piles usually happen if someone's having a bad day

You and Jason both make a point to learn about mechanics and engineering that way if Leo's having a bad day, you can get him talking about his projects

He doesn't expect you two to retain everything he says, just the fact that you guys will listen to him means a lot

They’ve been best friends for years and they both love you a whole lot so the vibe is really chill and fun

Borderline sitcom-esque

There's a lot of love and closeness in the atmosphere around you three

Any combination of y’all works

I may have said this before but leo is tied for highest stamina with nico out of the whole demisquad

Jason is down in the reasonable normal to high sex drive category

I’ll be making a post about that soon too

You make a lot of jokes about sending leo to horny jail

Then leo makes some sex joke back

Jason laughs and blushes a little every time

“Z-zing!”

I’ma be the first to say it

Jason’s a bottom

Like he can top

But he’s a bottom

Leo is a true switch

So really what happens in the bedroom is very up to you and what you’re like

Jason likes quality time and nice conversations

Leo likes physical touch and making each other laugh

Most mornings are you and jason drinking coffee and talking about stuff

Leo’s head is on your lap cause he’s still sleepy

The only way you’ve found to get him to go to bed early and stop working on projects till the wee hours of the morning is by boning him

Even then like 60% of the time you’ll be up all night anyway

So you’re playing with leo’s hair and you and jason are talking over coffee

And leo’s occasionally throwing in drowsy one liners making you both laugh

You all feel like your ribs are made of electric blankets and that time isn’t real

You wish you could keep that feeling forever

But you know you can always get it back by being with your boys

oKAY that’s a cute ending and everything and I was going to stop there

But one more thing

You call them your boys a lot and they really really love it

And you’ve definitely topped them on more than one occasion

So one time someone was being a dick to them

Maybe a monster was attacking or something

You got really protective of them

I’m talkin kick its ass in one move and hiss

“No one messes with my boys”

And kill it in one shot

They were both sweating a little

Not cause they were under attack

They shared a silent look that said jesus christ you’re fuckin hot and we’re fuckin lucky

You bought a bunch of cookie dough and baked it off together to decompress

They complimented you on how great your fighting skills are

And you said again quietly

“No one messes with my boys”

You stroked their hair and some kisses happened

Then Jason booped your face with frosting and leo tried to lick it off

And it all descended into madness from there

#Heroes of Olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus headcanons #heroes of olympus poly au #hoo #hoo imagines #hoo poly au #hoo poly headcanons

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kitsune-kira · 3 years

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Investigation Team as Phantom Thieves AU

Been giving it some serious thought on how it would actually work because a straight swap jkdfasjkl honestly uh lmao

They’re not super rebellious. So I thought.... Maybe more of a blend of the games instead of a straight swap? Like just some stuff I��ve thought of while daydreaming-

obviously some backstories would probably need to be shuffled a bit probably? just bc.... hhhh.... persona reasons-

thinking instead of a resolve to rebel a resolve to see and seek the truth? bc jkfasdljka they’re taking their truthseeker themes WITh them into new AU land bc i don’t see how else this could work

Which made me think in the persona awakening instead of a mask appearing, glasses (like the TV glasses) could appear but uhhh honestly ripping them off doesn’t make sense to me because they’re a lens to pierce through lies and falsehoods (the fog)

AND INSTEAD OF MASK BLOODINESS IT’S JUST THEIR EYES BLEEDING (they’re fine dw if the thieves can be okay after ripping off half their face, the team can be fine after their eyes start bleeding)

Something something about lies being purged from their eyeballs

Probably the resolve to see the truth is tied to either backstory, their canon shadow issues, or both!

like for yu/souji specifically it’d probably be idk him being in denial that his parents kinda suck lmao i have no idea how that would translate to an in-palace awakening-

i’m honestly kind of torn on what to do with adachi, personality-wise it would make the most sense to give him an akechi-like role but at the same time it just seems so..... dry...... to me..... maybe bc akechi was kind of like adachi (at least supposed to be i think) as in he was supposed to not seem to be a threat Until He Was so i’m actually tempted??? to make adachi the first palace the team tackle???

honestly we’re kind of fusing the persona 5 and persona 4 plots together here a little probably-

Also corrupt police detective seems like a good first step for the team to me, kind of similar to Kamoshida bc uh lmao adachi was.... not on the same level as shido.....

Probably more focused on chasing the perp behind the mental shutdowns rather than just getting adults

Is Teddie still a shadow?? Probably ??? I don’t know how this works but I love Teddie too much help

RIP Margaret in this AU. I kind of figure her splits have a calm, mysterious slightly playful twin and then a easily irritated duty-bound one not too too different from Justine and Caroline but y’know more Margaret-y.... Also ngl bc Margaret looks older than Lavenza, Margaret’s twin splits probably also look older-

lmao Yu/Souji’s velvet room is a prison van maybe.... Take the limo and the prison and merge it into one-

IMAGINE just keeping some persona 5 cast for Plot Reasons like Shido and Akechi

Detective Prince vs Detective Prince

Instead of a second coming of the detective prince it’s just the media fighting over who deserves the title more, the latest in the Shirogane detectives or this New Guy Who Has a Very Nice Smile And He’s Pretty and Actually Doing Interviews-

I actually uh don’t entirely know what to do with everyone’s backstories, other than everyone is in Tokyo for Plot Reasons

idk it’s easy enough for yu/souji, he just came back to tokyo

yosuke never left tokyo

naoto and rise are easy enough to place in tokyo too

teddie is just.... from the metaverse so yeah

Not too hard for Chie too ig her parents just moved to the city and she’s probably not jazzed about it

Yukiko and Kanji tho.... Their families are well-established in Inaba hhhhhhh

I MEAN could just have....

...... we could literally steal akira’s backstory and give it to kanji

i can see it kjladkljafjkldsa

yukiko still is an issue hmmm

(if you can’t tell im literally brainstorming more as im writing this-)

Honestly best I got is she followed Chie, and there’s better schooling in Tokyo, and she wants a path that ISN’T the inn

.... oh. actually that kinda works akjdfjklad

.... me thinking about how this is just a lot of pre-Inaba IT huh and the IT being more miserable for reasons

Yosuke probably has ehhh fake friends

Kanji’s delinquent record is going strong except he got fucked over worse than usual

Chie probably isn’t that happy in the city

Yu/Souji is..... Yeah

Rise is probably just getting hit with the hardcore burnout

Naoto just carries the stress with him (i hc he/him naoto)

OKAY BUT THE IDEA OF THEM HAVING TO LEARN TO BE SNEAKY ALL ON THEIR OWN SOUNDS HILARIOUS TO ME

BECAUSE NONE OF THEM ARE ALL THAT NATURALLY GOOD AT THIEVING

AND IT’S FUNNIER TO ME IF TEDDIE UNLIKE MORGANA LIKE CANON P4 ONLY HAS KNOWLEDGE OF THE METAVERSE BUT NO THIEVING SKILLS

so yu/souji and yosuke hit the books on how to be sneaky

Yukiko, Naoto, and Rise are probably the best asides from them to pick up on it

The rest uh lmao less so

but then again ryuji isn’t really that stealthy from the start so im sure it’ll be fine

i haven’t really considered other team swaps but im sure i will somedaaaay

for now i just think the eye bleed persona awakening sounds really cool hhhhhhhh even if it’s roughly as edgy as canon p5 awakenings lmao

They probably just summon their personas with Willpower(tm) in the metaverse, no taking off the glasses necessary bc again it.... doesn’t make sense to take them off.........................

i have no idea what change of heart adachi would look like

ALSO I JUST REALIZED IDK HOW TO SQUEEZE DOJIMA AND NANAKO IN HERE

unless we just move them to tokyo but mmm

ngl i kind of like the idea of sending a less shitty adachi to go hang with them lol

can we waffle between inaba and tokyo

that sounds fun honestly ngl

anyway the team sweating as they actually have to break into a real place in order to resolve a cognitive barrier in a palace

Naoto has to break the law in order to catch a criminal h e l p

forcing the neutral good squad to learn some chaotic gremlin tendencies

they probably would still call themselves the investigation team but them canonically calling themselves the investigation thieves sounds hilarious so maybe lol

#investigation thieves au #yu narukami #souji seta #chie satonaka #yosuke hanamura #rise kujikawa #yukiko amagi #teddie #kanji tatsumi #tohru adachi #persona 4 #persona 4 au #persona 5 #p4 #p5 #au

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mysterytickingegos · 3 years

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The Dream Team

Pairing: Mayor Damien x Reader

Genre: Fluffy beginning, then Angst.

Word Count:2,965

Summary: The newly elected mayor and district attorney were set to change this city for the better, perhaps as more than friends. Alas, fate (or at least, Mark) had different plans. Once-good people make a mistake, and upon striking their final deal in an effort to protect their friends, they instead set themselves on a tragic path for vengeance.

Anonymous Request: So for the request things, maybe 12, 43, and 44 with Damien? Maybe during WKM with female or gender neutral pronouns? (Thank you! I’m super excited to see your writing!)

Authors Note: Thank you for being my first request!

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[Image Description: A gif of Mayor Damien from chapter one of who killed markiplier, walking our of frame while bidding goodbye to the viewer. End Description.]

You stepped out of your car, almost in awe of the manor before you. At the bottom of the stairs stood a familiar raven-haired young woman, who upon hearing you coming up behind her, turned around.

“Tsk tsk, is this the kind of punctuality we should expect from our new district attorney?” She asked, crossing her arms as she bit back a smile.

“Ophelia, I never pegged you as a hypocrite.” You shot back at her, leading to her holding her hand over her heart in mock offense before you both broke into laughs. “Is your uncle inside already?”

She sighed, “Yes, why do you think I’m still out here? Postponing the inevitable lecture.”

You started to nod in agreement, then stopped. “Do you...really think being even later will help your predicament?”

You could see the wheels turning in her head before she winced through her teeth. ‘Damn.”

The door opened up with the houses butler on the other side, confused to see the two of you lingering outside. He kindly welcomed you and took your invitations, and as soon as he left your line of sight, there was Damien, the other half of your political dream team. Ophelia immediately ducked into the archway to her left, but it was too late, he had seen her.

Luckily for her, you were in a playful mood yourself. Just as he passed you, you caught his hand, bringing him back in your direction. “I just got here and you’re running off already?”

“Of course not, Y/n.” He said with a kind smile, before placing a kiss on the top of your hand. “I’m glad you made it. How have you been settling into your new office? It’s going to take some getting used to I’m sure.”

“Certainly. I still get this strange feeling I’m intruding every once in a while.” You shrugged softly, even with the thought you got a hint of that same feeling in your gut. “But that seems to come with the title in general, to be frank.”

Damien just shook his head, “My dear, there is no one I would rather have alongside me to protect this great city of ours.”

“Well, I appreciate your confidence in me.” You’d been working together for almost 5 years now and yet it still amazed you how well you worked as a team. “You know it’s funny, when we met, this is not where I saw my life going.”

The laugh that got out of him warmed your heart, although not half as much as what he said next; “Hopefully I’ve helped exceed your expectations.”

“Perhaps in more ways than you think.” You couldn’t stop yourself from saying it. As subtle as it may have been, the recognition in his eyes made it obvious to you that you had revealed your true feelings for the man standing before you, at least partially.

Before either of you could speak again, the butler cleared his throat behind you, almost making you jump out of your skin as you instinctively took a step back from Damien. “Champagne?” The tall man asked, seemingly unable to read the room.

“Uh, y-yes, thank you.” You took the small glass he was handing you, and chose to keep your focus there, at least until you heard another voice coming down the stairwell. After the speech that came from the man who invited you, you braced yourself for the rest of the night by downing the glass in one go.

After that, the rest of that night was mostly a blur. All of the usually posh guests loosened up at the table and you had done rather well, getting a rather stubborn detective out of the game early on.

There is one moment, at the end of the night, that sticks out clearly in your memory though. It always will.

You and Damien had left the crowd at maybe one in the morning, choosing to cool down on the balcony off of his room. “I haven’t had this much fun since...well before law school!” You exclaimed, taking another swig from a snagged champagne bottle you’d been sharing up there for a half hour.

“You were incredible down there. I mean- pft - his-” Damien erupted into a fit of the giggles, and you couldn’t help but follow suit. “Abe’s face when you put down that awful hand!”

“God help me if I ever need his help in court...” You sighed, and then you both lost it again.

Finally, when you had both calmed down, caught your breath, you locked eyes. You could’ve sworn that time slowed down just for the two of you. He pushed the hair out of you face, gently resting his hand on your cheek. “You know, you never cease to amaze me, Y/n.” With those words you both began to lean closer, and as you closed your eyes you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

His lips had just barely ghosted over yours when he pulled away from you, wincing. You opened your eyes to your friend ghostly pale, gripping onto the rail of the balcony for support. “Woah, Damien are you alright?”

He had trouble even looking up from the ground, making it clear how the world must’ve been spinning in his perspective. “I...I don’t feel well.”

“I think you’ve just pushed yourself a bit too far tonight,” You reassured him, gently trying to guide him away from the balcony.

“No, this is...is...” He stopped to catch his breath, as though he had been holding it throughout the conversation. He then shook his head, a forced smile at his lips. “...Nevermind, it even sounds mad in my mind. I’m sure you’re right.”

“Come on, you should rest.” You brought him inside, surprisingly sobered after seeing the look on his face. As you shut the door to the balcony, the lights to the room flickered and stayed dimmed afterwards.

Damien groaned in pain, holding his hand to his head. “You do that?”

“No...” You stepped over and noticed now that Damien was also in a cold sweat. “Oh, goodness. Perhaps you’ve caught some kind of bug.”

“In that case I apologize for kissing you.” The joke just barely got a laugh out of either of you, him in too much pain and you far too concerned for his well-being.

“I’m going to go downstairs and see if-”

He was the one to catch your hand this time. “No, no, Y/n I’m- I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry so much.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes...You should go off to bed as well, it’s so late.”

You were hesitant to leave him, but chose to trust him. If it was that bad, he would tell you, right?

So you bid him goodnight, told him to get help if he needed it, and did as he said despite the pit in your stomach.

The next day it was as though nothing had happened at all, he seemed to be in perfect health as he greeted you on the staircase, not saying a word about his illness or anything else that had happened before then. You felt strange of course, and had plans to speak to him in private, but those plans vanished in a cloud of smoke when the body of the host of this event fell flat in front of you. Naturally, that remained at the forefront of your mind.

Even later as you began to notice your good friend acting slightly off, you ignored it. After all, he was grieving, you told yourself. He was still processing all of this and the best you could do was be there for him. Besides, you had your own troubles to deal with today, the investigation becoming more and more bizarre with every passing minute.

All of it seemed to boil over with you trying to calm an impossibly chaotic situation; a screaming match between the very panicked and very guilty looking colonel, a young woman demanding answers as to what happened to the only family she had, and a stubborn detective who just wouldn’t stop pushing all the wrong buttons...until he was shot. After that, you made an attempt to disarm William before he could hurt anyone else.

This was the next-to-last poor decision you would make.

Yet another gunshot rang through the old manor alongside a horrible shriek from you.You clutched your stomach as your body jerked backwards into the railing that was just low enough to bring about another tragedy. Regret immediately flashed over William’s eyes, he dropped the gun and both him and Ophelia tried to reach out for you once they saw you were falling backwards. It was too late, your body hit the ground with an awful crunch and your sight went black.

And then...and then you were floating. In some kind of void, you started to move forward until a body fell in front of you for the second time that day. “It’s not fair, is it?” It hissed at you.

No, it wasn’t.

Tears began to sting at your eyes but you held them back. In the distance you could hear voices, voices that were too familiar, and began to move towards them.

“He took everything from us.” The first voice started, “He trapped us here with this broken shell and no way out!”

“This whole time I thought it was the house, but I never thought he’d fall this far.” The second voice began to crack, laced with pain and guilt.

“And we played right into his hands. He’d been planning this for years and now that son of a bitch is out there walking around in my body!”

You approached two figures, with two auras, red and blue. The woman surrounded by red, a psychic you had met just hours before, glanced up at you. “Damien we can’t do this right now...” She warned him.

“Why not?! From where I stand we seem to have all the time in the world!” She rolled her eyes and nodded in your direction, and the moment he laid eyes on you the rage turned to sadness. “Y/n...”

You didn’t hesitate to go to him and he pulled you into his arms, the both of you having thought you’d lost the other forever. “Damien, is this...” You paused, having to push for the next words to come out of your mouth. “Are we dead?”

“It would seem so.” He said quietly. Once your fears were confirmed you broke, letting a sob escape as tears ran down your face. “Don’t cry, darling, we’re going to be alright.”

You laughed in disbelief. How? How could either of you be alright?

“You will be, death doesn’t mean the same thing here.” Celine’s voice echoed through the nothingness.

You pulled away from your friend to look at her, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“What Celine means by that is, this doesn’t have to be the end. You are trapped in here just the same as us but...your body, broken as it may be, it’s still out there.” Damien attempted to explain.

“Mark is not the only one who can use this place to his benefit. The same way I brought you here, is the way that I can send you back.”

“Send me back? I understand you want to help but that is just...unnatural.” You told the psychic, thinking back to the way you had passed.

“It wouldn’t be merely selfish. William and Elli are still in that house, clueless as to what’s really happening. And if William doesn’t pick up on it soon, well you’ve seen first hand he is just as dangerous as Mark.” Damien explained.

You nodded, beginning to understand. “So somebody has to stop the madness.”

“But... I’m afraid you won’t be able to survive on your own.” He started, taking your hand in his. “You are dead after all. But if you trust me, if you let me in, we can fix this together.”

“Together? So we’ll both be...”

“In your mind, yes. It won’t be pleasant, but it’s only temporary.”

You nodded again. Of course you trusted him, after all these years you had no reason not to. Celine began to push you to reality, a rush of wind surrounding and spinning around the two of you. ‘Damien?”

“Yes y/n?”

“...I’m Scared.”

“...I am too. But we’ve got this, we’re going to make things right.”

And in the blink of an eye you were back on the floor of the manor, gasping for breath as you felt unimaginable pain throughout your body. Yet the pain was overwhelmed by the shock of hearing two separate trains of thought in your head. Two separate voices commanding your body to sit up, to find your friends. Far as you could tell though, yours was still the one in charge. And of course you reminded yourself that this new voice belonged to Damien, that it was okay.

You pulled yourself up off of the ground and did not need to venture far, seeing William on a loveseat just a few feet away as well as Ophelia sitting in the archway with her knees tucked to her chest and a red blotchy face. Both were staring at you, one in awe and the other in terror. Every breath you were taking felt like you were inhaling glass, and you struggled to speak.

William sat up, holding his hand out to show he was unarmed in an attempt to comfort you. “We thought you were dead,” He barely muttered out. “I-I mean of course you’re not dead. How could you be dead? I wouldn’t have killed you. I didn’t kill you. I mean of course I...I...”

Your emotions kept twisting and turning and shifting. From concern and compassion for the person who seemed to be unraveling in front of you, to a sick, burning rage at the fact he was going through this at all. You wanted to reach out for him, but everything felt so heavy. Every movement you made came with stings and aches that shot through you. You instead remained blank, unmoving as you listened. Ophelia had begun to approach you cautiously. “I think you should sit back down Colonel.” She told him softly. The thought crossed your mind that this poor girl was never going to recover from today.

“I’m fine! Everyone is fine!” The Colonel exclaimed, setting Damien's cane down and running his hands through his hair. “I didn’t kill anyone I...ha! It was all a joke! Of course it was all a joke! Oh, Damien put you two up to this, didn’t he? Of course he did!” He waved you both off, wandering off almost with a drunk-like sway to go find his lost friends.

You realized your fists were clenched at your sides, and released them. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, though it wasn’t all you could hear. Damien was trying to comfort you as tears stung your eyes and the unbearable pain left you shaking.

It was so difficult just to stand. Your head was pounding, it was too full. Too much happening at once.

Ophelia hesitantly placed her hand on your shoulder, an attempt to get your attention surely. “Y/n? How...how did this happen? I mean, you were gone. Cold.”

You held back a wince at her gesture, even that soft a touch was making you want to scream. The ringing in your ears was getting louder, screaching.

You tried to ground yourself to reality, to her voice, “Y/n, can you hear me?”

“Go get in your car Elli, get away from this place.” You finally managed to speak, your voice coming out shaky and low through gritted teeth.

“What about you?”

The words that came out next were not your own, that you were sure of. “I have some unfinished business to attend to.”

“Hold on just a minute.”

“Go.” Your voice dipped down to a growl and she was more scared now, looking at you as though she was pondering whether or not you had come back fully human. You weren’t quite sure either. After she rushed out of the house with the door slamming behind her, you braced yourself on the accent table in the hall. You now felt as though you were fighting for dominance of your own mind. You knew what you wanted, and that was to find Mark, no matter how long it took. Your better half disagreed. You wanted out of this house as quickly as possible, and grabbed the cane in front of you to support your broken body.

Wrong move.

Feeling chills up your spine at what you had caught a glimpse of in the corner of your eye, you looked up into the mirror, and saw a reflection that did not belong to you. Instead it belonged to the man you loved. Or at very least, a shell of who he was the night before. He gave you a sad smile, then closed his eyes and against your will your body moved, your head tilted to one side, then the other with harsh cracks coming from your neck. On the second, the mirror broke, nothing but static in the missing pieces. Static that resembled all of your buried thoughts in your mind. Instead of your confused pleas and questions as to what was happening, you heard his voice.

“It’s okay, my dear. You should rest.“

The very last thing you managed to get through, before the pain faded away completely; “Damien, please, don’t leave me.”

But as you already know, that plea landed on deaf ears.

You already know that he pushed you out.

That he left you behind.

That he let the darkness consume him in an effort to save you anymore pain.

So much for the dream team.

#Mayor Damien x reader #wkm damien x reader #markiplier egos x reader #Mayor damien fanfiction #wkm fanfiction

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blushing-starker · 3 years

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For my Gracie dear. What would I do without you in my life? Merry Christmas darling. @vaguekiwi

"Well, you wouldn't really be in this position if you had accepted my proposal, baby cheeks. In fact, I'm practically drooling over the thought of you saying fuck it and coming to visit with a few surprises beneath that second skin you're rocking." Two sentences, two very different tones of voice, both trying to coax him in. Reprimand and flirt, the only possible courses of action for Wade when it came to them.

"So I guess it's true what they say; chivalry died when you were born, Wade. Every single conversation between us is proof and the world knows it." He grinned as soon as he heard the exaggerated gasps over the landline, always loved these tennis matches with his partner in crime.

Sure, the 'red devil' of Cliffwood often threaded barely subtle, often outlandish innuendos into their interactions and never denied the neighborhood a chance of seeing him draped over Peter, but it was, God forgive him, fun. Exciting and a little thrilling.

And also past their bedtime. So to speak. "I gotta go and I know Wanda likes to cook late. Go help her in the kitchen, Mr Gifted Hands. Vision might give me an A in the next exam if I told him I encouraged you to make his favorite lasagna." It won't happen, obviously. The Maximoffs, because Vision had adopted the name on his second date with Wanda long before their wedding, were usually chaotic neutrals that tried sticking to the right side of the law. Hopefully, Mr Maximoffs' morality would at least allow the man to add a five point bonus on Peter's next physics test.

"Oh, you finally admit my hands are gifted, Mr Parker? How forward of you." If there was one thing that he loved about being friends with the incorrigible Wade Wilson, it was how the man oozed sex like it was nothing. His surety in it, in flirting, in courting and joking made Peter feel at ease. Most people, even those like Mr Rogers with his slightly conservative views, enjoyed Wade's antics because they were harmless.

Most of the time. The guy had slept with two thirds of the town, after all.

"I'm not sleeping with you, Wade. What would Vanessa say of-"

"Please, the woman basically throws me at people in the hopes of watching me sleep with them."

"you being with me before her?"

"..."

Peter squinted at a shiny red nail, worried he'd somehow messed up Morgan's job of decorating him in the Christmas spirit. The lamp next to the couch is a tad dimmer than usual, right, he has to swap the bulbs. He'd completely forgotten in the midst of playing with Morgan and Rocky, baking them brownies, battling the upstairs shower mold, decluttering the toy boxes and throwing something semi appealing for dinner. There was a spare light in the, was it the garage? No, his memory had been reduced to physics laws and the kids' allergies, but Peter's sure he would have noticed. Maybe Morgan had hidden them in the office, Rocky liked chewing on light bulbs so it's not too unlikely

"Shit, Parker, now I'm thinking about that, Jesus. Christ on a bicycle! Hmm? It's nothing, Wanda, just Peter being a brat and a tease."

"Hey, I'm not a brat!"

"Says you. I bet a certain member of the awesome facial hair club could evidence the opposite. Actually, I'll go right over and ask, hey!" The sound of Wade distinctly face planting onto the Maximoffs couch sent Peter into enough hysterics he could barely make out what Wanda was saying.

"I sincerely apologize for the little devil-"

"I'm almost two heads taller than you!"

"that can't seem to mind his manners no matter how many times we try to teach him how to be human."

"It's," God, he's wheezing like a freshman first day of gym with Coulson, "perfectly alright, Miss. I'm the one that should say sorry for keeping him up so late, I know he has chores to do around the house. Lovely Christmas lights, by the way. I think you guys might win the competition again this year."

There's a tiny worm of guilt crawling up his throat; how could he distract Wade when Wanda had her hands full with an energetic baby ready to sprint out of the house at any moment?

"Oh sweet Peter," she drawls out the vowels, like they're honey and she's trying her best to stretch them out, savour them, "you really think so? I thought the yard looked perfect, but Vision insisted on decorating the roof to 'ensure our win against my dear brother in law'. And please, a happy Wade that's finished his teasing for the day is wonderful for us. He cleans faster and doesn't kiss my cheeks as much."

"Wait, you did the roof?" He knew the Maximoff siblings were intense, had witnessed Pietro stabbing flamingos into Clint's lawn just to add some color to his already bright remodeling a weeks ago.

"You haven't seen it? Tell Morguna's father to take you outside to see it while the kids are watching television. That way you can go back with an excuse if you get too nervous with him."

Peter spluttered, ignored the fact his cheeks were flaming, pretended he couldn't hear Wade's howling through the phone. "I don't, I wouldn't, it's not like, I mean. The, the kids will probably sleep early tonight."

"Perfect, you won't have an excuse and he'll finally kiss you. Oh, Vision. Hello, dear, I'm saying goodbye to Peter. That idiot might kiss him tonight."

"Hello? Hello, Peter. I'm very happy for you both; but may I request you kiss after midnight? I'm afraid I made a substantial bet regarding that kiss and was hoping to get Clint back over Banner and Natasha."

Great, he'd died and entered a hell where the only thing he could do was stutter and flush crimson. Typical Parker luck, really.

"SurebyeMrandMrsMaximofflaterWade."

He slammed the phone back on its pedestal, dove into the leather couch and screamed until his throat ached.

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"Daddy? Peter, daddy's here! Don't let him go to our room until we're done with the Christmas card, please!" He yanked his head from under the cushions, scrambled to the door, tripped over Morgan's race car, narrowly avoided the destruction of Rocky's Lego chop shop, hastily stashed a pink apron in the drawers by the door, failed to straighten his sweater (a gift from the kids' grandmother) and took all of ten seconds to fix his hair before opening the door. In the exact moment the owner of the house leaned against it to enter.

There's a second where realization kicked in, worry is splashed over both their faces, he darted forward to help so the man's heart didn't shut down on them right then, said man wanted to preserve such a young, healthy body; they tried to control the damage.

They failed. Spectacularly. Crashed into each other, somehow elbows and knees sunk into bad spots, bone snapped, ligaments wept in pain, a chest became winded, one of them got a black eye and the other a constricted throat. This was, of course, before it started raining and two idiots got drenched while piled up on the front door.

Peter gasped, wasn't sure whether it was better to lie under his dream, his wet fantasy, his goal in life or allow his brain some oxygen.

To be fair, this would only happen the once. He could breathe for the rest of his lonely life.

"Uh, welcome home, Mr Stark. How was work to, today, sir, that's not my thigh." Wade would know. Jesus, Wade would find out Mr Stark touched his dick for the first time and it wasn't even on purpose.

"Kid, I'm so sorry. Here I was wondering if I could give you your Christmas gift without ruining the box and now look at me. Peter, you don't have to come back to work if you don't want to-"

"Wait, you got me a gift, Mr Stark?"

"I will pay you for this whole month, obviously." The man shuffled back, attempted to shakily stand up like a foal and immediately slid down onto the sleek young man.

"Not come back to? Mr, ow, Tony, I'm not going anywhere. Not on Christmas, not ever. Look at me." Don't look at what's between my legs, Peter prayed, don't look at how you are between my legs, don't look.

Tony Stark glanced down, inhaled sharply and snapped his gaze to the au pair's. He may have leaned against what he hoped was his Christmas gift. Maybe.

"I'm not leaving, Mr Stark." The rain kept drizzling into the house, his throat continued to ache, the distance between their two bodies remained the same. But there was something in Mr Stark's eyes now, yes indeed, something Peter had resolutely ignored for the past six months while working with the sweetest family he'd ever known. It was the same something Wade yelled about when talking about his best friend's employer's face as it regarded the au pair.

"I think Wade might kill me if -"

"Rhode's is gonna choke me out if-"

"Are you two gonna kiss or not?"

They risked whiplash to peer right at, or, in Peter's position, upside down at Morgan and Rocky who unflinchingly stared at the ridiculous site their fathers made. Rocky even shook his head the way Tony did when he was disappointed. Little Morgan criss crossed her arms and Peter thought he'd sob because that's just how he taught her.

"We were going to put mistletoe on the door when you came in; we finished the holiday card months ago so that was the one thing left on the to do list."

"Months ago? I helped you two make one last week!"

"Oh yeah, how were you going to hang up mistletoe, daughter mine? There's no nail." A soft thwump over the doorway. It seemed Clint had given Morgan her own bow. And she knew how to use it.

They collected their courage, scraps of reduced pride, some drool and a tiny drop of sweat before turning to the man they'd been waiting for for so long.

"Mr Parker, will you do me the honor of bestowing a kiss upon an old man with creaking bones and heating hair?"

Oh. Oh, this was happening.

"I love your hair and I'll get you a walker that has a cup holder for water and a few pain pills. Mr Stark, will you kiss a kid from Queens who's so into you the red devil of Cliffwood himself doesn't dare sleep with either of us and get in the way?"

"Well, first of all. A walker, really, am I that old. Second, nice call on the pain pills, very good save on the hair. And please. He'd never get in the way of us two-"

"Great, are you gonna kiss me?"

"Why, Mr Parker. Don't mind if I do." It was a soft statement he would otherwise confuse as a plea.

"Fucking finally." That was a bit more of a pained gasp instead of a sigh of relief, but Morgan and Rocky were doing enough sighing for the both of them afterwards.

Afterwards though, when the blood is finally distributed to the right places

"Yeah, I think I broke my wrist and you should get that throat checked. I'll get the car."

"Tony, it's the fifties. I can get the car while you call Bucky to look over the kids. Anyone talks to me and they'll think you had something to do with my throat."

"That is a fantastic idea, sweetheart. Save it for later, maybe raincheck?"

"Get the car, Tony."

"Yep. Come on, you rascals. Help an old man out."

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Wade can't look at Tony without howling, mutters something about a limp wrist while Vanessa sighs and apologizes, compliments Peter on surviving life with a ridiculous best friend by his side. He says it's ok. Wade's his go to guy for whenever Peter has to get his head in the game and his lips on Tony's.

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give-them-cakes · 3 years

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OC Personality Sheet

Tagged by: @skullharvester (i finally managed to do it! i wrote it half asleep pls don't judge xD)

Tagging: @oldshittydog, @yarmoon, @magicadoremi, @mettwurstbrot and anyone else that wants to join :)

Irvin Mahariel

Alias: The Grey Warden / Commander (during Awakening)

Gender: Male

Age: mid 20s

Species: Elf (Dalish)

Zodiac: Scorpio

Abilities/Talents: Champion/Berserker, Dual Wielder, Intimidation/Persuasion, Flute Playing

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: Irvin has always considered religion to be about community rather than personal creed. He believes in the Creators because of his upbringing, but has never been particularly devout.

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility/ justice / kindness / patience

Languages: Common / Elvish / bits and pieces of Qunlat and Antivan

Family: Miria (deceased mother) / Brennan (deceased father) / Ashalle (guardian)

Friends: Tamlen (childhood crush) / Merrill (childhood friend) / Zevran (life partner) / Alistair, Morrigan, Leliana (close friends) / Sten (some sort of respectful acquaintance? probably?)

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship Status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue-gray / green / black / other (hazel)

Skin: pale / fair (but tanned) / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: 169 cm (5'5")

Weight: 65 kg (143 lbs)

Scars: Some light scars here and there he got when he played around as a child.

Facial Features: High cheekbones, grim eyes and a distant expression. He barely ever smiles or talks when not in his element, and his voice is a very nice and distracting baritone.

Tattoos: Blue vallaslin on his forehead and chin, a small continuation on his hips.

Dogs or Cats? His Mabari.

Birds or Nugs? Bird songs are nice.

Snakes or Spiders? Neither, they kinda spook him.

Coffee or Tea? Coffee is too bitter, tea tastes a lot better.

Ice Cream or Cake? Before leaving his clan he's never had sweets, loved a small piece of carrot cake he tried in Denerim.

Fruits or Vegetables? He loved picking berries with his friends when he was little.

Sandwich or Soup? Convenient and easy to make. Now, the issue is bread.

Magic or Melee? Magic is hard to understand, he prefers "throwing fists", or just using any weapon really.

Sword or Bow? Used mostly the bow during his hunter days but got used to swords after becoming a Grey Warden.

Summer or Winter? It's nice staying outside in summer, and he doesn't risk freezing his fingers off when he ventures in the woods.

Spring or Autumn? The sounds and smells of autumn always enticed him to stay out until it was too dark to see where he was going. He got scolded many times.

The Past or The Future? After seeing how much of the world he'd missed up until then, the possibilities in front of him shone just a little brighter.

LITTLE EXTRA

Ishaak Outis

Alias: Ifrit (adolescence name) / Desert Rose (pseudonym) / Sulaydin (birth name)

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Species: Half elf

Zodiac: Aries

Abilities/Talents: Performance / Intimidation / Investigation / Pact Blade (two scimitars) / Fire Resistance

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: None.

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility/ justice / kindness / patience

Languages: Common / Infernal (patron) / Midani (barely)

Family: Raksha (mother)

Friends: Crema (companion and childhood friend) / Bacchus (companion) / Astarion (paramour)

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship Status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue-gray / green / black / other (violet)

Skin: pale / fair (but tanned) / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: 166 cm (5’4”)

Weight: 62 kg (136 lbs)

Scars: two crossing scars (left side of face/across the nose), and one hook shaped along his chin. Burn scars, one on his back to the front of his chest and one on his right shoulder. Cuts on thighs and wrists.

Facial Features: his face is oval-shaped and delicate. He has a beauty mark near his mouth, long lashes, and a strong nose with a slightly upturned point.

Tattoos: No, but would surely like to get one.

Dogs or Cats? Both, preferably small and fluffy

Birds or Nugs?

Snakes or Spiders? Snakes scare him a bit because they are slithery and long, so he'll definitely go for spiders.

Coffee or Tea? Back when he lived in Neverwinter he got to taste rich, expensive brews. It was one of the only nice things there.

Ice Cream or Cake? He has a sweet tooth.

Fruits or Vegetables? Most fruits he'll like, but vegetables? You'll have to hide them in his food if you want him to eat them...

Sandwich or Soup? Lentil soup was the only thing he could eat back when he traveled with his mom. He still thinks soup is still very good, but can't even touch lentils.

Magic or Melee? Usually, the fire speaks for him.

Sword or Bow? His aim is quite off... Let's just say he prefers to keep it simple and slash through his enemies like butter.

Summer or Winter? Winter is chilly and fun. He really likes cold nights and walking around in the snow.

Spring or Autumn? Autumn makes him feel at ease, as if the wiltering of the trees were some sort of cleansing for him.

The Past or The Future? His life has been stolen from him until his escape when he was eighteen. This freedom is very dear to him, and he has rarely reflected on his time in Neverwinter. The only thing he misses are the "two pieces of his soul" as he calls them, Bacchus and Crema.

#ocs #my ocs #oc tag

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words-writ-in-starlight · 4 years

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what's DFZ?

DFZ! DFZ! DFZ!

Okay, so, the DFZ series(es?) is kind of a catchall name for a couple of series by Rachel Aaron that take place in the same urban fantasy universe, the DFZ books and the Heartstriker books. Urban cyberfantasy? You could throw a lot of adjectives into that descriptor if you wanted to.

The general premise is that once upon a time Earth had magic. A lot of magic. Absolutely god-creating levels of magic. And then, mysteriously, it all drained away some thousand years ago, leaving humanity to forget all about it while the creatures who needed it to live either withered away completely (spirits, gods, etc) or went into hiding and hibernation (also some spirits, dragons, etc). And then, like a switch being flipped, it all came back at once in 2035, and suddenly humanity had a lot of magic to throw around and no idea what was going on. That was a few decades ago at the start of the Heartstriker books, which are a couple decades before the DFZ books.

(Incidentally, I really like that choice. It would have been very easy to write a novel about humanity getting magic back and running around like chickens with our heads cut off, and don’t get me wrong I would have read and adored that book, but setting things a little later means that magic is just Part Of The Deal and it’s so much goddamn cooler.)

Which brings us to the DFZ proper, also known as the Detroit Free Zone. When magic came back, a lot of shit woke up really fast, chief among them A, dragons, and, B, Spirits of the Land. Like the Lady of the Great Lakes, Algonquin, who was really, really not having it with every city in a hundred mile radius dumping pollutants into her water by the metric ton. So she wiped most of the Great Lakes states off the map, and took over the ruins of Detroit to make the Detroit Free Zone, where the only laws worth mentioning are:

No murder

No dragons

No polluting the water

Anything else is pretty much free game. So you can imagine that the DFZ gets to be a pretty interesting place pretty goddamn fast--the most magical city in the world, where anyone can do anything without fear of the law coming down on them, under the iron hand of a goddess who doesn’t much care for humans.

Anyway, if that sounds cool and you like any of the following, you should actually just trust me and go read these books without bothering with the rest of this post:

Immaculately well-constructed magical worldbuilding--the entire second book of the DFZ trilogy is basically “how to out-litigate a curse and the consequences of doing just that”

Humans Are Special trope, but in the “if you could all just slow down on the innovation we’d all be a lot safer” kind of way, which is a personal favorite

Dragons! Lots and lots of dragons from all over the world! This is an absolutely spectacular series for dragons, despite Algonquin’s best efforts!

Sentient cities! The DFZ takes a while to get moving (magic takes time and big magic takes big time) but once she does, oh boy do I ever love her so goddamn much, get wrekt Algonquin

Magic Is Normal tropes coming out your goddamn ears, mixed with a healthy dose of Technology Is Magic (AIs can project stuff straight into your brain by hooking into your natural magical field and y’all...I’d kill for it...that’s so cool)

Really genuinely likable characters--Julius, Marci, Opal, and Nik are all completely fantastic and I would get drinks with any of them, and also the main romances actually enjoy each others’ company in non-romantic contexts, which is remarkably refreshing

Seers, and the finicky game of making the future jump the way you want it to jump while someone else who can also see the future is trying to make it jump the other way

Doesn’t that sound rad? Yes, it does, I’m telling you that these books are amazing, the first DFZ book is called Minimum Wage Magic, and the first Heartstriker is called Nice Dragons Finish Last, go forth and read. Either series is a great starting point, I actually liked reading the Heartstriker books after the DFZ books because I loved seeing Opal meet Julius, Main Character Boy for the Heartstrikers, as a competent and universally respected adult, and then getting insight into his brain which is just that one gif from Community with the pizza and the fire, all the time.

As per usual, more details under the cut.

So, magic comes back and Algonquin wreaks destruction and the DFZ happens. Smash cut sixty years into the future for the Heartstriker books, starring Julius Heartstriker, the youngest and most regrettably tenderhearted dragon in the massive Heartstriker clan. Julius’ primary problem in life is that he does not enjoy lying, scheming, manipulating, threatening, murdering, or power tripping, which means that his entire family pretty much takes carte blanche to kick him around like a soccer ball. This comes to a head when his mother, Bethesda Heartstriker, puts a curse on him so that he can’t access his draconic form and dumps him unceremoniously into the DFZ, where dragons are executed on sight, with strict orders to find something to impress her, or else die quietly out of the way.

Julius, to his credit, throws himself into trying to become a Real Dragon as best he can, but he’s just so goddamn nice, he goes out and saves lives and makes bargains and enforced democracy instead of unilateral dynastic rule and falls in love with a human (hi Marci) and makes a name for himself as “the dragon you go to when all your other options would kill you or laugh in your face.” It’s absolutely delightful to watch. He’s doing such a good job.

Basically, the Heartstriker books go like this: Julius doesn’t like the way his world works! And fuck you for telling him that he needs to be less kind in order to work in the world! He’s not changing himself, he’s going to change the world instead, and because he’s very, very nice, he’ll even let you live there once he’s done!

Next up, the DFZ books, twenty years later, star Opal Yong-ae, who moved to the DFZ from Korea for reasons that become apparent later but mostly boil down to “freedom.” Since Julius’ first arrival in the DFZ, a lot’s changed--Algonquin is gone, the Spirit of the DFZ is a sovereign entity who has her own motives and desires, and what was once a no-dragon zone is now a neutral territory governed by the Peacemaker, who you might remember as a twenty-four-year-old baby desperately out of his depth and is now a straight up force to be reckoned with, feared and respected around the world. (I’m so proud of my son.)

Opal’s problems are that she’s a mage who hits like a tank when she’s desperate but can’t handle even the most basic tasks, and she’s scrambling to pay off a massive debt to her father in order to prove that she should be allowed to remain in the DFZ. These are both old news. The dead body she finds in an abandoned apartment that she’s been hired to clean out and get ready for renting, on the other hand, that’s a new, kicky, fresh kind of problem, especially once someone starts shooting at her about it.

She joins up with another Cleaner named Nikola Kos, who she mostly knows as “that scary guy in black” and is an absolute tank who is also secretly very soft. Their dynamic is so much fun, very intensely “Small Chaotic Drags Big Exhausted Into Drama” with the added bonus that Nik is a very cool cyborg fighter type. Opal is so determined that it verges on being completely unhinged and I would read 15 books about her. Also, the third book is out, so that brutal cliffhanger at the end of Half Price Gods is a problem for Eight Months Ago Me, rather than Present Day You.

#dfz #dfz series #heartstriker series #julius heartstriker #opal yong-ae #book rec #i love these books!!!!!!!#i love nik i would die for a book about nik's backstory #it would be a very sad book but STILL #there are two (2) fics on ao3 for this entire universe in case you're curious #but i love to talk and i love these books so i could probably be enticed to talk about these books if you were interested #god julius is just 'kindness is a strength not a weakness and if you don't think so all these people i've been kind to'#'are going to punch you in the face to prove it'#but for like...many books #also featuring bob the seer! he's completely bonkers and i love him!#and opal is just 'i am Going To Do That Thing' while nik goes '....that seems like a VERY bad idea!!!!!!'#'opal no'#'OPAL YES'#*long sigh* 'nik also yes'#also!!!!!! opal crashes the gold market in the finest example of litigating a curse to death i've ever seen #and i would love to see that level of thought put into every urban fantasy curse ever thank you so much #this doesn't talk about marci that much but please trust that i also love marci #marci: *sees a homicidal ghost cat* 'it's free companion animal'#that's the spirit of absolute idiocy i like to see in my wizard builds!!!!!!!!#a queue we will keep and our honor someday avenge #patrickdiomedes #asked and answered

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kuroosweakness · 3 years

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Even more facts about 🐾 anon:

- Idk why but positive words hurt me the most, like when someone says I’m their favorite person in the world only to not mean what they said actually makes me cry a little, but what makes me the most sad is knowing when someone is there for me that I can tell everything in the world too. Just them hugging me makes me feel that.

- I got into anime bc one of my past fav youtubers was into it and so I watched it. I basically started w the YouTube starter pack but actually started w magical girl animes (like Tokyo mew mew (the one she watched) and glitter force) then I drifted to miss kobayashi’s dragon maid to shonen animes

- No thoughts, head empty

- My music taste is probably the average anime tiktoker, like I listen to everything but reverbed and slowed Or in Lo-fi like, Lemon Boy and Me and My Husband but my favorite song to listen to in reverb is Daisy

- I kin music, like it might be weird idc but I do like the beats that are happy but also unsettling? I kin those. Like Not Allowed by tv girl? The part that goes “ALL BY YOURSELF, SITTING ALONE. I HOPE WE’RE STILL FRIENDS YEAH I HOPE YOU DONT MIND” and just loops is the best part to me. “Kaiwa ga tsuzukanai na? Naze da dou shite da? Aho ka?” From to prob the rest of the song of Pretty cvnt by sewerslvt idk I haven’t listened to the full song lmao but the actual meaning of the lyrics don’t matter tho so just know I probably don’t rlly care to look up w that means so it doesn’t ruin it for me ;-;

- I’m a extrovert (:OOO OMG THOSE EXIST) yeah I exist 😩 it’s real easy for me to walk up to someone and start talking since I’m really open about myself and don’t bother to hide things... (except the stuff like y’know... reading fanfics cuz no sane person is gonna go to a random person like “I LIKE READING FANFICTION!” Like I’d probably scared of u now if I was a normie.

- I don’t like being told I’m wrong if I know for a fact I’m right. Like if I say the sky is green and you say the sky is blue I’ll be perfectly fine with that but if you question my intelligence in levels other than that like for a fact from an anime I really like and call me out for being dumb bc I said one thing wrong for example I say “kuroos fav food is grilled salted-mackerel pike” or “itadori’s type are girls like jennifer Lawrence and I find that funny” and you say “no thats stupid” I’m going to call you and scream at you or fight you on sight next time I see you there are no other options. Jk I’ll only threaten you w those and never do it bc I prob love u too much and just give you facts from a easy google search

- Bruh people need to love themselves more like how will you ever love other people if you don’t know how to love yourself? You should always love yourself first before learning to love others because why would you wanna spend your life hating yourself? You’re gonna be with yourself for the rest of your life, even when you’re dead when you really think about it.

- My sleep schedule is chaotic

- I view myself as a good person, but on a chart of chaotic good to lawful evil, I’m probably the most neutral person you’ll ever meet. And I’m genuinely like that. I abide by my own laws. The government doesn’t tell me what’s wrong but neither am I truly against it. I don’t do things like steal but I’ll run in the halls to get to where I need to go or be on my phone during class (most likely with permission because I’m always reading on my phone) that’s why I’m my hero academia and shows the have good and evil bro wtf? Imma be in the middle. I truly think myself as someone you can trust to keep a secret and help when needed but I won’t spy for you on the other group and rat you out. First person that asks I’ll prob help if it’s not hurting someone (most likely bc I’m prob naive and the way you word something like let’s say you asked me to go to a bank to make a deposit or something and now all a sudden come out with money bags like HUHHHHHHHHH? I THOUGHT YOU WERE MAKING A DEPOSIT NOT MAKING AN ILLEGAL WITHDRAWERY WITH ALL THEIR MONEYYYY? (Like my friends and I literally joke about this.) Now all a sudden I’m a getaway driver cause god knows I can’t trust the police with my life😩😩 tfw someone makes you rob a back w/o you knowing✊😔)

- Ayo idc what you do with your life I’ll keep doing what I’m doing, like people trying to peer pressure me into idk let’s say smoking, LIKE BRO I HAVE ASTHMA, IDC HOW GOOD IT MAKE YOU FEEL, ILL LITERALLY DIE IF I DO THAT WHY WOULD YOU TRY TO TRICK ME INTO IT

- I’ve tasted alcohol (REALLY IT WAS ON ACCIDENT I WAS AT CHURCH AND ACCIDENTALLY CHOSE THE WINE INSTEAD OF GRAPE JUICE) before and I will now say I’ll never drink it because that’s the nastiest drink I’ve ever drunken in life

- One of my favorite songs are Love Taste by Moe Shop

- My favorite Pokémon game is prob ultra sun and moon

- don’t ask why I decided to watch every Pokémon movie and play every Pokémon game from X and Y and up (I found a friend that has platinum and am playing it but it’s also the first time ive really lost a Pokémon battle and idk that just started something like how dare you win over ME? THE MAIN CHARACTER? YOU NPC, I HAVE THE AUDACITY TO E N D YOU RIGHT NOW)

- first things first, u seem such like a fun person to be around!

- i get that, kind words definitely hits :’ you’re very lucky to have people like that in your life, and that person is very very lucky to have you in their life!

- ohhh okay okay i’m assuming you fell into the anime hole too :D

- me too, me too. no thoughts, just staying in bed with suna by ur side

- ur music taste!! ✨

- i’m listening to “not allowed” right now and now i feel like skateboarding...you’re right, it’s very happy but also unsettling :)

- an extrovert, okay okayy while i don’t understand extroverts, i’m very thankful for extroverts’ existence :))

omg i remember people talking about how they “used” to read fanfiction and i was sitting there like 👀 yeah i still do ...and now not only do i read, but also write-

- ahhhh being told ur wrong when u know ur right is such an awkward place to be 😭i’m glad u stand up for urself though! usually, i just nod like okay, ig

- i- it’s a lot harder said than done to love ourselves :’) especially when there are so many reasons we believe not to. but self love is the MOST IMPORTANT LOVE!

- not to sound like a parent lmao but try to maintain a good sleeping schedule! it’ll benefit u in many many factors, especially in the future! <3

- okay okayy u seem like a really interesting person, i was very amused while reading that paragraph :))

- i- yes, health > everything else

- make sure to choose grape juice next time :’) !!

- i’m listening to it right now hehe

- pokemon!!! my childhood was full of pokemon ahhh

- u definitely know a lot more about pokemon than i do, okay okay, the main character always wins ;)

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redhandedsuggestions · 3 years

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All of Brown for Mes please!

((Answering these as up to date for her current story in the RP, so some answers may not match previous similar ones. also ily))

Brown- Where do you call home? well, shit. i mean... i don’t really have what most people would consider a home anymore. at least not if you mean like, a physical location that i return to as a place to live. like, i could give you a vague area, which is the Red Wastes and the Rubblebelt and what little remains of the Wilds but i guess most of the cobble roaches would consider me homeless. right now i just go wherever there’s food and a little shelter but... if “home” doesn’t only have to mean a place, then as long as i’m with the Revelers i’m home. they’re my family, my best friends. the reason i’m free of the House. no matter how terrible my life is i always feel happy with them. home

Mocha - How do you like your coffee? (If you like coffee) fuck, i haven’t had coffee in ages! i’d probably drink it straight black right now as long as it meant i could taste some. i mean i drank it mostly black anyway, with a lil bit of cream and sugar, but still

Cinnamon - Which of the “Cinnamon Roll” memes fits you best? (looks like they could kill but is actually a cinnamon roll, looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you, looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll, looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you, or sinnamon roll) see i know i’m “looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you” but even with my scars and shit people tend to assume i’m a fuckin child and would probably label me like “sinnamon roll” or some shit

Tawny - Cats or Dogs? (or any animal for that matter) neutral to both, i guess. if we’re not saying it’s a pet, then i love em both, and wanted every puppy and kitten i ever saw as a kid. but i can’t do pets. not out here

Hickory - How smart are you? Would you consider yourself more book smart or street smart? look, there ain��t any way i can phrase this that won’t sound like i’m bragging, so i’m smart as fuck in both ways. Dimir agents have to be. the Undercity isn’t exactly a nice part of Ravnica and it’s where most of their business is negotiated and a lot of it is carried out. everyone who goes through their training goes through some serious schooling in all the usual shit plus social skills and then we pick up the street smarts on the job if we survive the training. ... if they survive the training

Leather - How “badass” would you say you are? i’m badass as fuck. damn shame so few other Gruul fuckin realize that though

Brunette - If you could change your hair color, what would you change it to? black or red. i’ve glamoured both before while on missions, and even though i had a human skintone in all those glamours i think those two colors look good on me

Gingerbread - What is your favorite holiday? i don’t really like any holidays? even the one festival the Gruul celebrate, Rauck-Chauv, doesn’t really excite me. you can get drunk or give gifts or eat fancy food any day of the year, especially if you’re in one of the Guilds, so why do we need special days for it? besides, Rauck-Chauv is just eating drinking and rioting and like... that’s half of what we do on a daily basis anyway. maybe i just don’t get it cause i didn’t grow up in Gruul

Penny - If you could make a substantial living doing anything, what would you do? uhhh... we talkin legit work or nah? cause as much as i may hate the mindgames of the House i liked being an assassin. it was fun and even challenging sometimes and i’m damn good at killing so why not keep making money off it? if i really gotta do something that isn’t technically illegal... man i dunno. maybe rock climbing or wrestling with my idiot friends.

Chocolate - Do you like chocolate? If so, what is your favorite way to eat it? with strawberries dipped into it, or with the chocolate drizzled over the strawberries! gods it’s been so long since i’ve had chocolate...

Chestnut - Have you ever ridden an animal? If so, which one? i mean, Bial and Krein sure fuck like animals when they get into it. that count? ((no, no it doesn’t. yeah she’s never ridden an animal))

Umber - Who do you call your friend? How many Friends do you have? the Revelers. Bial, Krein, Daegon, and Lormac. the bar crew. Ellie, Alan, Will, and Francois. i... i want to say i’m still friends with Marlo and the others at that camp, but everyone but him probably hates me now so probably not. oh, and Archer obviously! so i guess if i don’t count Marlo’s camp i have nine friends. or seven plus a fiance and a boyfriend? oh fuck I forgot Nick and Seris. how could i forget the guy who adopted a demon? so 11 friends. which is more than i thought at first honestly

Carob - What do you look for in a friend? you can put up with me and the fact that i’m literally fucking cursed or some shit and everyone who cares about or even exists near me inevitably gets hurt?

Cedar - How old are you? 25

Caramel - How much does sugar affect you? it’s never really affected me that much. neither does caffeine, for that matter. a lot of things that affect a lot of humans don’t really work the same on me unless i consume a lot of it in one go.

Mahogany- What is your moral alignment? (Lawful good, Neutral good, Chaotic good, Lawful neutral, True neutral, Chaotic Neutral, Lawful evil, Neutral evil, Chaotic Evil) Chaotic Good? ((Chaotic Neutral, but mostly because with the way morals are on Ravnica between the different Guilds, things she does that one guild may see as completely normal, in line, expected, and good because it helps the guild and its people may be seen by another guild as heinous. guild morality is fucky lol. what is “good” or “evil” literally depends on the viewpoint of the guild. while most guilds’ morals do line up with our real-world ideas of what is good and evil, some really don’t))

Peanut - Do you have any allergies? i don’t know if it’s technically an allergy? does getting violently sick when you eat something count as an allergic reaction or just your body going “nope”? especially if you don’t even technically “eat” it? cause like if that counts then I’m allergic to Sphynxes. something about their life force always makes me sick if i feed on them

#Mestas #((fun fact i completely forgot how she types at first so i had to edit out a lot of commas she definitely wouldn't have used))#mildmanneredking

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oh-atlas · 4 years

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GREER LOCHNER

y’all asked for it and it is here :)

General Notes

He is a half-dwarf undying knight fighter! which are both homebrews i made for him and i also made him a homebrew feat at one point. I may have made him a weapon, I can't remember. I love him. Basically the schtick of undying knight is that you're just. really difficult to kill bordering on impossible to murder. and his twist on that concept is just. He's Too Stubborn to Die.

The youngest bastard son of a Lord whose wife slept with a dwarf and well, poof, Greer. HIs mother died in childbirth and so the Lord was left with realizing a. his wife cheated on him at some point, and b. now he has a half dwarf bastard.

Greer also has about 3-5 older brothers (maybe a sister? but he's def the youngest), and basically since he's been born his family has tried to arrange.. accidents that got increasingly less veiled until they straight up tried to murder him and he left.

He's around?? Late twenties early thirties vibes? Has no real interest being a Fancy Noble and has been making money as a mercenary/sellsword.

I'd say he's probably Neutral Good close to True Neutral Not really chaotic but also not big into the law as well and not above some murder tbh but his heart is in the right place and he has a tendency to look out for the little guy (badumtish)

Has a keepsake that belonged to his mother and I'm not quite sure what it is but I've always been leaning towards her ring on a cord that he wears as a necklace.

Fights with a mixture of warpicks, battle axe, or hand axe. Usually dual wielding two warpicks or a warpick and an axe. Can also use a warhammer but isn't as much into it

Because of his reputation as Unkillable, a lot of mercenaries, assassins, Fighters trying to prove their worth go after him see if that title is true. (it pretty much is.) This may or may not be connected to his Dad potentially having a bounty for his head? Unclear.

Appearance

Greer is canonically about 5'3 and of pretty solid, muscular build! He's got a scruffy, thick brown beard and choppy brown hair that hangs in his face. Sometimes when it gets a little long he puts it back in one of those little baby ponytails. It's totally professional. Brown eyes, a very hard, jagged face under the beard. He is constantly wearing blood & mud soaked leathers and furs and smells like shit lmao. He got no fashions sense. He has a lot of scars but I've yet to map out the important ones and the events that go with them. Gravelly voice.

Personality

Gruff and rough around the edges, mostly because people have treated him like shit for his whole life. Very very stubborn, hard-headed and obstinate. He does his job but he doesn't work well with others and doesn't fully trust anyone else. Very straight forward, not the best as social schmoozing and isn't a fan of lying, even if it would benefit him. He just doesn't see the point. Makes a habit of keeping his promises. Has a soft spot for good booze and a hot bath, but he's also prone to kicking it on the road and sleeping. Literally anywhere. Has deeply repressed insecurity issues where he thinks he's a terrible, scummy person who is incapable of being loved. Would be the most tender and devoted person to friends, family, and a partner if anyone ever showed him that care.

Fun Things!

pin board :^)

cool edit :^)

songs on his v short playlist and lyrics that hit hard

blame by bastille

Fall upon your knees, / Sing, "This is my body and soul here." / Crawl and beg, and plead, / Sing, "You've got the power and control." / Don't pin it all on me

aka Jesus Christ why does my family blame me for my mom’s death and my own birth and am i really that terrible

here comes the runts by awolnation

Here come the runts

this is just mostly like a Good Sound song and also haha Greer’s Short and Ready to Brawl

free by mother mother

Love, let my anger / Turn into peace / Love, let the doves cry out in the streets / Love, let the poison bleed out of me / Love, let my love inside go / Free

A bloody war / Behind my eyes / come out right on the other side

ALSO just has the VibesTM and just like. Yeah wanting to be a good person but just being so Angry at the world and not knowing what to do with it

come with me now by kongos

Afraid to lose control / And caught up in this world I've wasted time, I've wasted breath / I think I've thought myself to death

ok that’s all, end post, take your grubby mans

#ch: greer #AHLGHKGHLg #I love him SO MUCHHHH #this is like #pretty much what i've got for him #he's just doing his thing #his family sucks #he has deeprooted anxiety issues #we get it #my gf is also currently making an oc to romance him asglkhgh she has ALSO decided to stan the grub boy

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mmamagoto · 3 years

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** repost, don’t reblog !!

NAME: claudius

NICKNAME TITLES: cat king, mostly fjfdk;a

AGE: idk how to answer these so i’m just Not Going To

SPECIES: c. cat

personal.

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:

SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath

VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: whatever sounds good in the moment, be well-liked and popular, keep his son happy, eat good food

LANGUAGES KNOWN: i don’t. know

physical.

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average

HEIGHT: a tiny bit shorter than natori, so much so that it’s very difficult to tell even while they’re standing next to each other

WEIGHT: probably about ten pounds or so :v

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: none

RESTRICTIONS: mercurial in temperament rip, easily offended but honestly once he’s blown off steam, he’s usually back to his previous good mood.... for. a little bit, at least

favourites.

FOOD: oden, fish cakes, a lot of different vegetables if they’re soaked in broth, chinese pastries (...that is natori’s doing)

DRINK: almost anything as long as it tastes good and is served in a Fun Glass with a silly straw

PIZZA TOPPING: probably something like anchovies or pineapple lbr

COLOUR: gold

MUSIC GENRE: i honestly don’t know. i don’t picture him as the type who’d pay it little mind, but it’s difficult for me to imagine what Type he’d specifically like

BOOK GENRE: one with lots of pictures. and very few words. in fact, the less the better. no words. a picture book

MOVIE GENRE: romance but natori is the only one who knows

SEASON: early summer

CURSE WORD: bastard

fun stuff.

BOTTOM OR TOP:

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: definitely

LIKES BAD PUNS: bad as in ‘eyeroll-worthy’ yES, but bad as in ‘actual bad quality’ no.......

NAME: natori

NICKNAME: natty, poppet a long time ago

AGE: ancient

SPECIES: still a cat

personal.

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:

SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath

VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: keep the cat kingdom afloat, nap

LANGUAGES KNOWN:

physical.

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average

HEIGHT: just barely taller than the cat king

WEIGHT: probably somewhere around six or seven pounds or so

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: none that anyone knows about

RESTRICTIONS: very bad, spotty memory regarding his past and the nature of the cat kingdom despite (or maybe because of) his protracted stay there

favourites.

FOOD: yakitori, most fish, prefers meats and savory substitutes, if it’s spicy he will add more spice

DRINK: a horrible abomination that mixes strong coffee and tea with whatever flavor and texture additives he’s wanting at that moment :v

PIZZA TOPPING: tends to turn up his nose at vegetable and fruit toppings, so like. ham

COLOUR: lavender

MUSIC GENRE: the stuff they were doing right around the time they first began recording folk singers and putting them on records, bluegrassy things

BOOK GENRE: something easy to keep up with. he’s not going to remember too many plot threads or character names at a time rip

MOVIE GENRE: are musicals a movie genre or

SEASON: has a soft spot for winter and autumn, but is oddly reluctant to admit it

CURSE WORD: hELL

fun stuff.

BOTTOM OR TOP:

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: generally, no, unless he knows for 100% certain no one is around

LIKES BAD PUNS: not particularly, but he’ll indulge others agreeably enough

NAME: natoru

NICKNAME: none yet tho i do recall seeing her name being translated as ‘nattle’ and i think of that every time i see her

AGE: markedly ‘younger’ than her two main coworkers but otherwise idk

SPECIES: >8c

personal.

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:

SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath

VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: whatever sounds good in the moment :v, pester natori, live the good life

LANGUAGES KNOWN:

physical.

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average

HEIGHT: noticeably much shorter than both natori and the cat king... and almost everyone else too, ngl

WEIGHT: like the cat king, probably somewhere around ten pounds, if not a tad more thinking emoji

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: none

RESTRICTIONS: she’s an easygoing type and shares natori’s tolerant nature, so there really isn’t much that ruffles her, ha. that said, she 100% enjoys her position and the authority it affords her, and she’s not all that keen on being disrespected or pushed around by those she views as beneath her in the kingdom’s hierarchy

favourites.

FOOD: yakiimo, taiyaki, most sweet things, but especially cakes and pastries more so than fruit

DRINK: d. does cendol count

PIZZA TOPPING: all of them. except green peppers. but even then she’ll eat them if it’s all there is

COLOUR: olive green, pink

MUSIC GENRE: whatever cats on mars counts as

BOOK GENRE: if it has to do with space or dinosaurs, she will go through the unimaginable trouble of reading it

MOVIE GENRE: action, adventure, sci-fi

SEASON: spring

CURSE WORD: all of them

fun stuff.

BOTTOM OR TOP:

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: sometimes

LIKES BAD PUNS: the worse, the better :v

#;dash games #g o D this took me forever #anywhere here's a bunch of dumb facts about the trio #i like that all three of them have /something/ cursed about them thinking emoji

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cowtale-utau · 4 years

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SFW Aurum, as requested by @novetteus

Alignment :: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play?

Chaotic Neutral to True Neutral. Hes a strange blend of emotional and impulsive, and logically pragmatic. He's not going to go out of his way for something or someone that is already lost, but if there's a chance, he'll fight for it/them with all he's got.

Beverage :: What do they most like to drink, and why? He likes cola with lemon. He also likes spicy cocktails. He indulges, but it's less a coping mechanism and more that he drinks socially but has very little restraint.

Co-Habitate :: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in? Is always traveling, but when he's staying back on the “Serif” property, he and Vir share one of the separate houses. He tends to have “work” clutter, but is actually fairly organized, and Vir has pretty well trained him to pick up his messes as he goes. He's pretty private and somewhat territorial though, so definitely never go in his room with express permission. Decor :: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details?

He likes to blend modern and organic. Steel frames and raw wood. But it doesn't matter how it looks if it's not comfortable. He usually just points out something he likes and let's Vir figure out how to make it work.

Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it?

He isolates. It's not very effective. He tends to bottle until he snaps.

Fluff :: What hits their soft spot? Does anything them into emotional goo?

The untouched parts of the world. Where nature still reigns supreme.

Grudge :: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long?

Generally speaking he doesn't think much of other peoples opinions, so while he can have a pretty caustic tongue, he rarely gets actually angry. He can and does hold one helluva grudge if you do manage it though.

Hobby :: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising?

He enjoys strategy board games like chess and shogi. He usually plays against his brother, and they're fairly evenly matched.

Insomnia :: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper?

Insomniac. He tends to keep going until he can't as he often can't sleep otherwise. He doesn't snore per se, but he does occasionally whistle.

Jaded :: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard?

He'd like to believe in it, but also doesn't think he's deserving of it. He mostly just doesn't think about it. It hurts, so he ignores it.

Kin :: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family?

He can be kind of a superior asshole, even to his family, but he loves them deeply, and would do anything for them.

Law :: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it?

Pfft, rules are for other people. Oh he can play the law-abiding citizen pretty well. And he can convince damn near any lawman that “no of course not Mr Officer, I would never” but yeah, he really doesn't care for the law at all.

Magic :: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock?

A good chunk of why they travel, is in search of human mages, magic, and magical history. He can get almost fanatical about it at times. Its his current fixation.

Network :: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others?

Dangerously charming when he wants to be. He can slip into almost any social circle.

Offspring :: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple?

The idea of having kids is terrifying. He's convinced he'd be an awful parent. Really, he'd be fine. The fun but reliable sort of parent. Probably be best with just one or two kids.

Pistol :: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence?

He mostly uses magic, and Gaster Blasters, although he's got pretty good aim, and likes throwing knives. He isn't fond of violence, but he doesn't shy away from it.

Question :: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about?

When he sits and has nothing to occupy himself, it all seeps in and tears him apart. Questions of himself, his existence, who he is and where he belongs. Is he a good person, did he do the right things. It all closes in and the weight is crippling. Its why he doesn't stop. He stays moving, seeking, researching, so that his mind never has time to settle.

Reminder :: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks?

He has Vir for that. He's passably good at handling his own needs, but his brother makes sure he does everything he needs to, regularly instead of just “whenever”.

Sing :: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head?

He'll absentmindedly hum something he's heard recently, and enjoys music if it's around but its not something he has to have.

Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big?

He's fine with contact, on his terms. Most people won't even notice however. He's clever and subtle, so he's always exactly as close or far from whoever as he wants to be.

Upcoming :: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans?

Not much for planning, he lives for the now. About all the planning he does is where they're going to look next. He wants to just enjoy traveling and investigating the world for now. He can worry about later, later.

Vice :: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of?

He smokes, almost constantly, and he has no shame. He also is very private to and unhealthy degree. He doesn't share things that probably should be shared.

Wardrobe :: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces?

Practical, but stylish. He likes to look good, but he also doesn't see the point in tearing up good clothes. He does lean into that “bad boy” aesthetic though.

X-Ray :: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves?

Aside from the sleep issues, he's actually fairly healthy. He doesn't want poor health to be the reason he can't do something. Although he probably wouldn't quite as on top of it without Vir to remind him.

Yack :: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about?

What ever has caught his interest at that time, it changes constantly.

Zodiac :: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? Sagittarius. An adventurous, independent, philosophical rebel, with no filter, who's extremely loyal and a bit full of himself? Yeah it's a good fit.

#cowtale #g!sans #Aurum #undertale au #sfw az #character building

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master-sass-blast · 5 years

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Tricks, Tricks, Tricks!

I hate doing intros when I’m tired bc it feels like it takes forever.

Summary: You and Wade set up a haunted house for the kids at Xavier’s --and prank Scott Summers, of course.

Pairings: Piotr Rasputin x Reader.

Rating: G. Just ignore the swear words. Pls.

Set before “Questions and Answers” but after “THIS IS HALLOWEEN.”

Taglist: @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @super-darkcloudstudent, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @nebulous-leo

It’s not every day that you and Wade stumble onto a legitimately, objectively good idea.

Granted, you guys have tons of great ideas. The fallback of nearly all of them, however, is that they usually involve some sort of destruction and-slash-or generally deviant behavior.

Which, in yours and Wade’s opinions, makes the entire shebang that much more fun, but dealing with the “post brilliant idea clean-up” and the temporary social fallout among your peers –depending on who you target and piss off—isn’t quite as fun.

However.

It’s Halloween season. And the teachers at Xavier’s tend to do some sort of Halloween-y thing for the students there because a lot of places that host seasonal events –surprise, surprise—won’t admit mutants.

Plus, Piotr loves Halloween, which means the two of you have a “non-deviant” spokesperson to advocate for your plan.

And, the cherry on top of it all, is that Scott has been an absolute asshat as of late, meaning that he needs to get the shit pranked out of him to whack his massive ego back down to a more manageable size.

You and Wade grin at each other as you look up various “how to make a haunted house” tutorials. This is gonna be awesome.

***

Convincing Piotr to back your idea is easy.

First, you convince him without Wade around. You’ve learned that Piotr doesn’t necessarily mind if you and Wade come up with ideas, but that Wade’s manner of “selling them” completely frustrates your darling boyfriend and puts him off even the most benign suggestions.

Second, you present the idea as something fun and seasonal for the students at Xavier’s; Piotr, essentially, is a massive mother hen that loves nothing more than making his “kids” happy, which means that he’s on board for just about anything that involves doing special stuff for the students.

Third, you’re his girlfriend and he thinks you’re cute, which means all you have to really do is bat your eyelashes at him and say please.

(And, granted, you’d had other tricks up your sleeve if he’d hesitated, but sometimes life just lets you knock one out of the park. It’s a great feeling.)

***

With Piotr’s seal of approval, you wind up selling the idea to the rest of the X-Men with no problem –and, since Jean’s out of town visiting family, she’s not here to rat you out to Scott, either.

Granted, Xavier still could, but you’re starting to think he’s less of a “lawful good” and more of a “neutral” or “chaotic good” type than he lets on. There’s been plenty of times he could’ve sold you or Wade out on any of your pranks, but he usually keeps his mouth shut.

Ah, well. Best not to question the freebies life sends your way.

Better yet, you and Wade already have a list of ideas and necessary supplies, thanks to your “haunted house research binge” that you two did earlier. Granted, Piotr outright naysays half of the suggestions due to them being too expensive, too destructive to the building, or too gross –Wade—but all in all it’s a success.

Hell yeah.

***

The official set up goes as such: on the designated “haunted house day,” you, Wade, and a few volunteers get to spend the morning and part of the afternoon setting up the haunted house in a sectioned off part of the mansion –except it’s for the elementary aged students, so it’s technically “Haunted House Lite,” but that’s fine. Then, at four in the afternoon, the elementary aged students will get to walk through, enjoy some G-rated spooks, and get little bags of candy at the end to enjoy.

Lovely. Wonderful. Wholesome.

And then the fun comes in.

Because, beknownst to Piotr only because he caught you and Wade conspiring with everyone else, you and Wade managed to get all the middle school and high school students in the room and fill them in on your idea to scare the everliving shit out of one Scott Summers.

And, because teenagers are basically little shits that run on caffeine and entropy, they’re all super down to watch Scott get pranked.

So, once the little students have had their seasonal fun and have been ushered off for dinner with everyone else, you and Wade and your volunteers have five paltry hours to beef up your haunted house with some higher grade spooks and also set up your prank for Scott.

Granted, it’s not a lot of time to work with, but the two of you have worked with less before.

***

The prank itself, compared to yours and Wade’s usual fare, is… unremarkable, actually.

“Go figure,” Wade grumbles under his breath while he wrestles with one of the several smoke machines he’d purchased for the prank. “Captain Vanilla-Save-For-the-Pole-Up-His-Ass doesn’t watch horror movies. Leave it to a fucking jumpscare. Fucking stupid. He’s literally the single most boring person to exist!”

“Hey, at least it makes it easy for us,” you reason as you work on dying a bunch of cheesecloth with a massive mixing bowl of tea. “Why go through the extra effort for a dill-hole like him?”

“Fair enough. Hey, I think I got this working!” Wade tries turning on the smoke machine, then pulls a scowl when it makes an alarming grinding noise, turns it back off with a disgusted huff, and turns in his chair to shout down the hall. “Nathan! Get your ass in here and talk to your cousin! This fucking thing won’t work!”

You snort and shake your head.

(Nathan does, in fact, get the smoke machine to work, but only because he bothers to read the instructions first.

Wade calls bullshit anyway.)

***

The day of is nothing short of busy.

The two of you –and your volunteers—set up shop in one of the unfinished wings meant to be proper classrooms. You’ve got the entryway, the flight of stairs going up to the second floor, the hallway, and a few of the rooms of the rooms to set up your little “house of horrors” in (along with the back stair case that leads back down to the main hallway on the first floor, but that’s only for an easy exit for everyone).

The main order of business is such: put up the most labor intensive props –curtains to black out the windows, a curtain to block off the first floor hallway from view, spiderwebs, anything hanging from the ceiling or the walls that isn’t going to be switched out—first so that the bulk of the work is done for the day, since you won’t have much time between the littler students and the older students (and, most importantly, Scott).

The smoke machines get put in next, along with any special lights –including some cool black lights you and Wade had gotten their hands on, which go next to a mirror at the end of the walkthrough so the students can see what their costumes look like under the effects of the lights.

After that is the rest of the props, which are all switch out stuff. The younger students get some relatively innocuous skeletons, some cartoonish looking zombies, a couple mummies, and a bunch of pumpkins, black cats, and otherwise tame Halloween fare. The older students get much gnarlier, gorier stuff, including a demonic clown statue that actually gives you the creeps.

You grin as Wade sings “Spooky Scary Skeletons” –the dubstep remix, no less—while the two of you fill up goody bags for the students. This is going to be great.

***

Piotr stops by after lunch with a bag of costumes –yours and his—and some extra supplies Wade had asked for.

You kiss his cheek as he hands off the bag of decorations to Wade. “Hey, babe. Had a good day?”

He nods. “Students are very excited to go through haunted house. Especially younger ones.”

“Well, here’s hoping we can give them some good, old-fashioned, spooky fun,” you say with a grin. “Ready to get changed and transform into creatures of the night?”

He does a scarily perfect Dracula laugh and winks at you. “But of course, moya lyubov’.”

Your costumes –for today and also for this year’s Halloween—are Dracula and the bride of Dracula. Piotr made nearly all of it, save for his shirt and slacks (and your two’s shoes, obviously), and between the costumes, the makeup, and some fake fangs, the two of you actually look the part.

(And Piotr sounds the part, what with his Russian accent and all. It’s almost like he was born for the role of Dracula.)

The two of you get to set up in one of the rooms with two doors, which also boasts a cauldron with a smoke machine in it, a bunch of fake spiderwebs, a couple of fake coffins, and some skeletons hanging on the walls. You get dressed, do each other’s make up, and then Piotr helps you put on your fangs before doing his own.

“So, tell me how to do a good Russian accent,” you say, lisping slightly around your fangs. “I gotta match what you’re selling.”

“I think you do just fine,” Piotr replies as he puts a glob of denture cream into one of his fangs and sticks it to his upper canine tooth. “Just try to avoid cheesy mobster accent, and you will do great.”

“Are we gonna do the whole ‘I want to suck your blood’ thing?” you ask. “I think we probably should.”

“If you want to.”

“Okay. I’m gonna practice, you tell me how I sound.” You clear your throat, get into your mental zone, then let out an accented, ominous, “I want to suck your blood!”

Piotr chuckles as he tests the fang’s hold on his tooth. “Very nice, myshka.”

You preen, then practice a few more times at varying pitches and speeds. Then, once you’re certain Piotr’s adjusted to your fooling around, you lean in and murmur, “I want to suck your dick.”

Piotr sputters, cheeks flushing –even under the pale make up you’d put on him—and looks around for anyone that might’ve overheard you. Once he’s certain that no one heard you –especially Wade—he exhales and shakes his head. “Later.”

You giggle and kiss his cheek.

***

Right at four, the elementary aged students are ushered into the haunted house.

You can hear them from the room where you and Piotr are set up, giggling and gasping as Ellie and Yukio –who had volunteered to walk the younger students through—escort them along.

“Alright, before we enter this room, we all need to practice our brave faces,” Yukio says outside the door furthest away from you and Piotr. “Because in this room are Dracula and his wife!”

There’s some gasps and “oohs” from the kids, along with a couple expected “Dracula isn’t real”s.

“Don’t get too close,” Ellie says warningly. “Or else they might try to suck your blood!”

You grin at Piotr as the kids gasp again –he grins back and winks at you—then put on your “game face” as Ellie opens the door so the kids can enter the room.

It’s hard to keep a straight face, though, in the presence of the elementary students. It’s easy to tell that they’re really enjoying the mini haunted house, what with how they’re bouncing and grinning, and that combined with their adorable costumes –skeletons, princesses, pirates, pumpkins, there’s even one of the kids dressed as Iron Man—makes the entire thing downright heart-melting.

The kids all gasp, giggle, and whisper amongst themselves as they approach you and Piotr, flocking together like a bunch of baby birds—

And then one of the kids in the back shouts, “That’s not Dracula! That’s Mr. Piotr!”

Ellie, Yukio, and you all snort, while Piotr just winks at the kid in question.

“What do we have here, my love?” you ask, slipping into your “vampire accent” as you make a show of looking over all the kids, which prompts another slew of gasps and giggles from them. “It seems someone has brought us a bunch of tiny treats to eat!”

Piotr “hmms” as he stands, looming over the students in his long, flowing black cloak. “So it does, moya Koroleva. I must say, I am feeling peckish. Perhaps we should have afternoon snack.”

“Oh no!” Yukio exclaims. “Do you guys think they should be able to do that?”

“No!” the group of students all shout at once (which, admittedly, is a little rough on the ears).

“Well, I think we can do whatever we want,” you retort, looking over at Piotr to make sure the two of you time everything properly. “And…”

“We want to suck your blood!” you and Piotr declare while simultaneously fake-lunging at the group of students.

The students shriek, then run out the other door at Ellie and Yukio’s encouragement.

You and Piotr “pursue” the students –which is less of an actual pursuit and more just angling yourselves in their direction—until the last of the kids “escape” into the hall, then stop and grin at each other.

“I think that went well,” you say –quietly, so as not to disrupt the students’ experience.

“I agree.” Piotr holds out his arm to you. “Shall we, moya Koroleva?”

You giggle and place your hand on his arm. “Absolutely, my love.”

The two of you head out the door at the far end of the room –the door the students had originally entered in—and into the hall. Fortunately, there are a couple curtains blocking the rest of the hall from view, meaning that there’s no risk of anyone seeing the two of you sneaking through the hallway and down the stairs to the main floor.

Piotr ducks into one of the storage closets by the staircase and pulls out a box with various goody-bags stashed in it. “These looks very nice, moya lyubov’.”

“Thank you. I tried to make sure everyone got one of everything –oh, wait a second.” You reach into the closet and pull out a bag you’d stashed separately from everyone else’s. “This one’s Timothy’s. I wanted to make sure it didn’t get mixed up and he get peanuts by accident.”

“Good thinking.” Piotr sets the main box of treats on a nearby table, then turns back to you and kisses the top of your head. “How are you feeling, dorogoy?”

“I’m feeling good; I’m really looking forward to the big prank tonight!” The corner of your mouth turns up when he makes a “hmmm” of disapproval. “I take it you’re not a fan?”

“I just… I am concerned about how you and Wade target Scott,” Piotr says diplomatically. “The two of you seem to ignore everyone else.”

“Well, there’s not really a need to prank everyone else,” you reason. “And it’s not like we prank Scott all the time, either.”

“I would just worry about team dynamics.”

“He already fucks that up by being an asshole, honey,” you argue, careful to keep your voice down so the kids don’t hear you swearing. “Scott’s a total dick! He’s objectively horrible to Wade; he’s also a jerk to Russell. Like, massively.”

Piotr sighs. “I… I do not think pranking helps the situation.”

“Look, sometimes when people refuse to listen to polite conversation, you have to smack them around a little to keep them from letting their asshole behavior ooze all over everyone.” You grin. “Wade and I are just the smacking team.”

Piotr glances towards the door where the back staircase opens onto the main floor; there’s sounds of little voices and footsteps, meaning the kids are almost done. “Just… be considerate. That is all I ask.”

“Already done, baby,” you reassure him. “It’s a super basic jumpscare prank. Nothing about him, nothing about being a mutant, all Halloween themed. I made sure Wade didn’t get too crazy or destructive this time around.”

Piotr relaxes a little at that and kisses your temple—

And then the door opens, and the group of students rush into the main hallway.

“I told you it was them!” one of the students shouts, prompting everyone else to laugh.

“It was,” you admit, foregoing the vampire accent. “Did you guys like the haunted house?”

“Yeah!” the group choruses at once.

You and Piotr both grin, then work on handing out bags of candy to the students –and make sure that Timothy gets his special bag, no allergy episodes today, no sir—

And it’s good. Life is good.

***

Once the younger students exit for dinner, everything switches to a mad scramble to flip the space for the second walkthrough.

Granted, it doesn’t sound like much, until you realize that it involves taking down basically all the props and putting new ones in.

It’s sweaty work, and by the time you’re done you have to reapply all your vampire make-up –because you and Piotr are still doing the vampire bit. And then—

And then.

Once the older teams exit the “vampire room,” you’ll sneak out the “entry” door and down the hall, then hover over the door everyone exits out into the main floor hall at the end of the walkthrough, and when they do, you’ll drop down next to Scott and scare the everliving shit out of him.

Simple. Stress-free. Borderline stupid.

It’s gonna be great.

***

The second walkthrough is just as much of a success as the first one. The older students aren’t as giggly or excitable as the younger group, but it’s still easy to tell they’re enjoying the haunted house –at least, if the occasional screams and comments about “how cool” everything looks is anything to go by.

Better yet is that Scott is jumping and gasping at, like, everything. He’s so easily scared that you won’t even have to try when you drop down next to him. He’s so easily scared that the prank almost isn’t fun.

Keyword being: almost.

You and Piotr do your vampire schtick again –which, unlike what you did for the elementary students, this round involves the two of you lunging out of dark corners and acting, objectively, much scarier—and when the older teens and Scott run out, you grin, give Piotr a kiss, then dart out the other door.

It takes basically zero time to get positioned over the door everyone exits out of. You tuck yourself up into the corner where the walls and ceiling meet, then resign yourself to being bored while the older students finish their haunted house walkthrough.

Scott, predictably, is the first one out of the door. He looks annoyed by the entire situation, and is trying to brush fake cobwebs off his shirt.

Perfect.

You wait until there are a couple of students in the hall as well –you can’t have the prank go unwitnessed—then count down from five before dropping down next to Scott while screaming “Trick or treat!” at the top of your lungs.

He jumps five feet into the air and shrieks like a teenage girl in a horror movie, and the students laugh.

Mission: accomplished.

#sass writes #piotr rasputin x reader #colossus x reader #note: the author is not a scott summers fan #it's fine if you are #i'm just #no #x men fanfiction #deadpool fanfiction

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