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fishy0bishy · 1 month

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Entries (Oc Backstory)

TW!! This contains gore and sensitive topics around the end but it’s labeled when it comes to that part!!

(this is Merrit’s Backstory but from the game Poppy playtime world. So it’s a bit descriptive)

it’s written as journal entries written By Em. A employee turned toy.

February 12th 19??“So Em tell me. Why do You want to join playcare?”

That’s what the interviewer said to me when I first entered the room and after practicing this conversation for over a week I was quick to answer with

“I wanted to give these children a good adult to look up too while they wait to be adopted”

And not to brag but the man seemed impressed(?) with my answer and after a bunch more questions that took hours he said “come to orientation on the first of March at 5-am” I was happy to say the least I was hired on the spot for Playcare attendant since I heard that other employees were not allowed to interact with the children I was kinda expecting the interviewer to be strict but I got hired and that’s good.-Em

March 1th 10am

Showing up to Playtime Co an hour before opening time was ominous since it was still dark out but it was my orientation and after going down long halls and then the long 8 minute long cable car ride I was in Playcare. Me and the interviewer Man (his name is Welch) Showed me around the playcare and showed me the counselors office, Home sweet home, the playhouse maze thing. (Being honest I might find excuse to run around in there) and then finally the school but soon The tour was almost over with Welch leading me back to the area that was almost invisible (it was a door in the wall) he showed me a locker room and there was my name. On the only locker there. Welch also told me that I MUST change out in here from my uniform since apparently it might cause “conflict” if other employees see me as they’re not allowed to Interact with the kids

March 2nd 19??

GODS I JUST DROVE HOME But the first day there was amazing! The children were oh so cute but not much polite but Welch gave me the 8 themed uniforms based off “the smiling critters” that are some mascots around Playcare that children liked or so I thought

.Nope while I was walking around I stepped on some giant yellow feather and looked up to see a giant chicken with a wide smile. It’s face that it had was kind of off putting and it looked so sentient and it could talk! I heard of animatronics before but I didn’t expect Playtime co to go all out. but the kids seemed pretty happy around it being that they known this thing for almost all of their life. But I’d rather not get stepped on so kept my distance and the fact I heard there was more of them I was so…. Curious on how their mechanics work to say the least. But the day was insanely busy more than any job I’d had since kids were pulling me around the whole place.I might have to take my journal to work and leave it in my locker or leave in the car to write in on my way back home.

March 24th 19??

Gods It’s been a while since I’ve wrote in here but so much to catch up in here this may be one of my last entries for a bit .Like I said the job is one of the more fun but busiest jobs ever but along with that the smiling critters seem so alive. Like they’re really are sentient, Fully alive,but after fully having a conversation with a couple of them and becoming friends with them plus the kids it’s a really amazing job that I’d never thought I’d have. but back to the critters. The chicken is named kickin, the dog is called Dogday, the unicorn is called Crafty, the rabbit is Hoppy, the elephant is Bubba, the pig is called Picky, and the bear is Bobby, and the newest one I found out about today is Catnap. they all have separate personalities and they’re really are cool but one I noticed that there’s not a character for sharing. Like generosity not to question the person who made the critters but there’s a critter for Sleeping but none to show children to share?. Odd but may be a little self indulgent but I may make a tiny character to get these kids to share since we do have a problem with the children refusing to sharing literally anything even the teachers and the critters can’t deal with.

March 25th 19??

Look I know I said i wouldn’t write in here for a minute but I couldn’t sleep till I drew my idea out it’s 3am and I have work in 3 hours. So here she is. Merrit Ferret.Qualities she has is of course sharing/ generosity. I wanted her make her design simple for kids to remember but also unique that kids don’t get confused with the others. I also made her a ferret since the kids really liked them after they learned about animals in Delights class. Her charm…. A leaf since not to get serious but a thing I noticed is that the children haven’t seen the outside world and don’t know what a realistic tree looks like.Then I’m also mad at the fact I found out my job isn’t to even take care of them but just give them normal human interactions so when they get adopted they aren’t off put by the sight of a person. But back to Merrit I also gave her the quality of gardening so kids can get more into plants and actually maybe get photos of the outside world.

March 30th

The character was a hit! Ever since I made her! I brought the idea in to show the kids and they liked her! Including the critters! We even came up with the phrase “Merrit would’ve shared that___” I gave that example with a plushie critter of Dogday that all of the kids were fighting over. They even repeated the phrase and crap once i started talking about how Merrit loved gardening since she could share veggies she made to the rest of the critters I’m sorry Ms.Delight but the kids all asked about plants in class and how they grow…and they saw the actual sky for the first time…well a photo of it but still I didn’t expect this at all. I’m really am so happy

April 15th th 19??

Im in my locker room about to clock out but Well I got caught after a month? But anyways I was dealing with the kids as usual playing some games in the funhouse but I called in by boss man. I don’t know how his name is spelt so I’m calling him Boss man but he called me back and told me he knew about Merrit. He liked the idea of a generous ferret and said to “get even more creative”don’t know if that was insult or a compliment but once I’m clocked out I’m stopping by a nearby textile shop and get some patterns and fabric for a new project. Still April 15th but I have more to add so I don’t forget. I’m in my car currently. While I walking out in the pouring rain but I met a man. He said he knew I was around the children even when I tried denying it but after some back and forth I gave in. He said he knew “stuff” about the critters and every toy in this place I think I knew what he meant with how…life like they are but I just think they are well animatronics with speakers in them that people/ actors would voice. But the thing he said that caught me off guard the most was “you’re next if you keep going” I wanna think positive and think he’s saying I’m voicing my own character or maybe she’s getting a small appearance in the show but a part of me can’t help but believe something is wrong. But I can’t dwell on it for long im soaked wet plus I have a project to make.

April 20th

After 5 days making my project both at home and work I gave it to boss man today and he liked it. He then went on a monologue of how my character got the children under control since the whole sharing thing was a nuisance that we were struggling with. Then he mentioned how my idea could get other kids around the world to be more generous and more considerate. Then a part that shocked me the the most was he said he’d show the manufacturers my creation and well after hours of talking and certain agreements . Merrit is now part of the Smiling critters. The joy I’m feeling cant be put this journal I have to scream it to everyone. But on my way out I saw the man again but In his work attire he had a lab coat and very much looked liked a doctor but yet I’ve never seen him in the nurses office. But I waved hi but he didn’t wave back i thought maybe he had a long day since he looked so…out of it like he saw something he can’t unsee.so I didn’t mind.

July 10th 19??

I finally found my journal in this empty corner of the funhouse just when I bought a new one but oh well. I think one of my kids got it but couldn’t read the words in here and left it to the mercy of the other children because of the scratch marks all over. But anyways I’ve been thriving. Merrit has hit shelves, she’s in the cartoons that I get to voice in and damn it. Even the smiling critters are happy for me! The kids love walking up to and showing me drawings of Merrit they made. it’s even hard for me to believe later on boss man said he had a surprise for me in this office and to stay after hours. But I’m really happy maybe he’s maybe gonna get Merrit a “bigger body” and I’ll get to voice her just like in the cartoons!

This is where it gets Gore-y u can stop here or keep going!!

The date…I don’t know. But it’s been a long time but it’s been months Boss lied to me.plus Everything hurts. My arms my legs everything. I’m writing this in pain even my damn hands or now paws? Who cares they hurt. I had to wait for everyone to clear so I can write. I Can’t hold a pen with these paws so I’m stuck writing in crayon and a piece of paper…But update I’m not a person anymore. I’m my own creation there’s no Em anymore I’m now a damn ferret. God don’t even want to talk about the damn procedure. I remember EVERYTHING being held down, getting put under or so they thought! I had to witness seeing my body get turned from skin to fur but not being able to move!!!The weird man was right I was next and I saw him give me that stare of empathy…I’ve should’ve have stopped when I had the chance…looking back the critters. Back then I thought it was odd they were so life like but they’re really are alive. They were once like me… a person but now im stuck with the same permanent dreaded smile as them even worse I have a zipper on my chest. I feel like once I pull it down my guts are falling out but Ive been stuck in this lab waiting to get let out since the doctors want me to heal completely since the sheer weight of my arms will rip apart if I stand up.but there is this one doctor. I don’t know their name but they seem so sweet and In their eyes they saw I was still a person and treated me as one. They were nice like an angel…I want to ask them so bad if my kids are okay. And to tell them I didn’t abandon them as that’s the last thing I’d do to them. But then again employees aren’t allowed to interact with the kids so I have no hope.

I have completely lost track of time The noises outside… the screams of I don’t know what… but due to having heightened senses I could hear everything… I could smell the puddles of blood. oh how I wanted to rip my ears off or pull the chest zipper down and see what happens. I did. But nothing happened it’s just empty. There goes my escape. But what now i still feel pain in my limbs but it’s down where I can sit up and even curl up. I know what I have been through was hell but I want to know everything. Including this new body of mine. Well this is later I’m assuming it’s night now that it’s dark around this cell(?) but i stood up fully for the first time. I’m massive! More than 5ft and could curl into ways I didn’t know I can.

The next day I’m guessing I walked for the first time. Sucks I had start start all over but I learn from before and I accidentally smashed a window with my tail. I didn’t know it could hit so hard but I did and I tried to stick my hand to the door but i couldn’t- Making this quick Incase it my last entry but…Catnap oh how hopeful I was but he came up to me wanting me to worship “The prototype” I didn’t know what he was saying so I said no out of fear and well his appearance was terrifying to say the least but after I said no…i was gassed with Red smoke and scratched with my leg being taken.But with the smoke I had to bear my transformation all over again and I cried and screamed. My hands are still shaking or hand now since I guess I was knocked out for a while as when I had woken up to see my arm eaten away by smaller critters. I tried shaking them off but my arm was far gone so after getting some broken glass and tons of tears I cut what remained Good thing i can crawl and I can still write to keep me sane.

How am I still here? Well being able to store stuff in my chest zipper I put my journal in here but update there goes part of my ear. I was able to walk out the cell after much debating with myself but the doors were shut so I had to Hotwire them open but while I was getting the final door a plush critter crawled down and bit the top my ear. I slapped it with my tail and its friends backed off. At least it has friends unlike me i might just Wonder around and see what happens.

Both and both Wandering around what remains of what I once knew was even more dehumanizing than this body of mine i get so paranoid when I hear anything move but Looking through these old entries…i was so dumb the weird man was right it was literally dangling in my face but I’ve ran into some old friends.The critters I was doing a food run but I ran into a trail of familiar feathers and I followed and I got ambushed by Hoppy. I forgot they don’t know me but backed off when they saw I was well. Merrit and was sane. I showed them my entries as they knew I wrote for fun and the faces they gave me made me breakdown. i asked a couple questions but some answers was disappointing but I got a answer i had asked if they remembered the procedure, who they were, and what happened the day of all the screaming.Not a single one remembers their old life and I was the only one…but they know about the day of screams. Or the Hour of joy. They said that day every employee here gotten massacred and after I heard that I didn’t dare ask about my kids since I guess I already knew the answer but I stayed the night with them and cried myself to sleep.

The next day I’m also assuming I stayed with them again and found out even more things. Dogday is assumed dead. Catnap isn’t good… and looking back when I was Em, he was introvert but I was allowed to get close rarely but that was back then. I’m in the present now. But back on track most of everyone seemed pretty intact thanks to Craftycorn and she fixed my arm and leg with random robotic parts. I have some of my limbs back now but I can’t stay. I have to wander more what if someone is still out there. Waiting I’m leaving tonight and maybe find a way out

Last page last entry I’m currently walking down what ever is left of this factory and wait for someone to ask for help. This book has helped me thought lots when I was Em and now Merrit and even if some pages were wasted to doodles or were too blood stained to use. This book has kept me sane long enough but this might be it.

May this hell be over soon.

#oc backstory #poppy playtime #poppy playtime oc #smiling critters oc #horror

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askmyboys · 3 years

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Osmund

Finally posting here again lmao even tho this blog is probs just gonna stay dead at this rate

anyways here’s giant pig god dude

| Name: Osmundus (Osmund from what I looked up, the name means Divine Protector p much)

| Nicknames: Oz/Ozzy or you can just call him Osmund in general

| Gender: He/They (usually that’s what the humans/books said pronouns wise and he seems to like em enough sooo)

| Age: Unknown but he’s p ancient

| Species/Race: Giant Pig God (he’s a Wild Boar to be MORE specific on his species)

| Height: 100ft (he can actually size shift though)

| Hair Color: Dark Grey (his hair is long so he keeps it in a braid)

| Eye Color: His left eye is Charcoal Black and his right eye has three claw slashes over it and the eye itself is white and cloudy (he can’t see in that one obvs)

| Appearance: Let’s start off with his actual appearance before outfits, he’s p much anthropomorphic, he looks like a mixture between a human and wild board obvs- anyways- his ears are pointed (not like my usual characters, his ears are pointed but they are kinda pointed out to the sides instead of upwards if that makes ANY sense?) His feet are hooves of course and his hands are also hooves but he seems to actually be able to grab things (he has a hoof thumb, i'm bad- with describing this shit lmao but i'm trying my best and I mean listen he’s GOTTA be able to grab things) he also has a curly tail as well, his bottom canines are fairly large tusks that stick up from his mouth, the rest of his teeth are fairly sharp as well.

He does have a human esque body and face actually, he also has a dark grey circle beard as well, the only actual pig parts he has are his legs/hooves, tusks/teeth, his tail, and then finally his ears (his skin color is dark grey and he does have bristles on his arms and legs mostly btw) now onto what he wears! First thing’s first, he wears a LOT of golden hoop earrings on both ears (none of those BIG hoops, its all small ones), he also has a golden nose piercing he wears, they also wear a LOT of golden bracelets going up from their wrists to halfway up their arms, he also wears a golden wedding ring as a necklace (I mean… he can’t necessarily wear it on his finger given its a hoof, but he found a work around and he’s NEVER taken that necklace off other than to sleep and even then it’s locked in a golden chest (yes, they are married, i’ll talk about their husband in side facts)

His main outfit is a black cape with golden spots on the outside (its a golden color on the inside as well) with a brownish-white fur hood that has black spots on it, it also has fur going down the front ends of the cape (you know the kinda fur like on a typical king’s outfit, yeah that) underneath the cape is just a dark grey chestplate, the chestplace looks very worn and it’s got a good bit of damage but it still looks safe tbh (he never takes his armor off chest wise)

Finally, he wears, of course, a golden crown with black obsidian stones/crystals acting like the gemstones you’d find in any type of other crown, he chooses black obsidian for its protection against the negative and harmful energies.

| Personality: Osmund is… An ancient God, they have been around for who knows how long really, it's been longer than anyone could ever remember, he’s essentially a very old man, he’s got a LOT of wisdom and he’s highly intelligent but of course, that doesn’t mean he always was… Osmund will even admit he was careless and so reckless when he was a youngling, he’s very embarrassed with how he used to act, such a careless being… They knew no better for the trouble they got themselves into, but he knows there is no changing the past, and mistakes are always here for a reason… And besides he wouldn’t have learned half of what he did had it not been for his reckless nature.

Osmund can almost be like a fucking DICTIONARY sometimes, they have knowledge on MANY topics, their favorite topics to talk about seem to be nature, various crystals, herbs, etc- Osmund has SO many books, like SO many, it’s centuries worth of collections really- He always loves a good book even if he’s read them all before and besides there’s always someone out there to teach so its good to keep them around.

Osmund, as his name suggests is a Divine Protector, even people who didn’t believe in him, he’d protect EVERYONE he could, they were a warrior, a VERY strong warrior and I won’t say they aren’t now, if they needed to, they would ABSOLUTELY go to fight… Osmund won’t ever get into fights however himself, in fact despite being such a strong warrior, he doesn’t actually like fighting at all, if there’s a way, they’d always try to solve things peacefully instead but if there really wasn’t any other option then… So be it… Once he’s pushed to this point however, there is no going back, they won’t back down and they won’t stop.

When it comes to mortals, Osmund doesn’t let himself be seen too often, but sometimes when a mortal stumbles across him, well, they aren’t going to be rude if they want to have a conversation, sure he might can size shift but there isn’t any hiding other features and they don’t even really care about hiding those features (Osmund only size shifts when he goes down to the mortals world but that’s only because well, even if most know of them based on stories and legends, etc- it IS still terrifying to see a giant, let alone a giant god so he tries to be mindful) there has been the occasion where a mortal stumbles into his world, there IS a strict policy being that no mortal should enter the gods/goddesses worlds BUT… Osmund holds no grudges, it usually stems from a curiosity, but they do send them back on their way by the end of the day, it's too big of a risk for them to STAY here.

Because he’s an old man essentially, Osmund CAN be grumbly n a bit grumpy sometimes but he genuinely means no harm, just sometimes that cranky side happens, usually when he’s woken up from a nap or sleep or interrupted by someone wanting to challenge him,

you wouldn’t believe how many times they’ve been challenged by various other beings and even some mortals! It’s part of the reason they never take their armor off… Osmund as you can imagine has created TONS and TONS of enemies over the centuries, and one time he got a bit too careless because it was nothing but peaceful for a long few years… And that one time… Almost cost him his life, ever since then they’ve AT LEAST kept the chestplate on (speaking of, i forgot, he has a TON of scars all over his body, the one they have that almost cost them their life is right above the heart)

(tl;dr: An old soul literally, has centuries of knowledge and still has books lying around even though he genuinely doesn’t even need to read them at this point, they’ve read all those p much but still, loves to teach younglings/even mortals if he gets the chance, was once a warrior and he still can be but it’s only if pushed to those circumstances, a peaceful guy and honestly prefers peace over war and violence, can be grumbly/grumpy when challenged or disturbed, loves nature/crystals/herbs/etc a LOT, overall pretty friendly, sweet, kind, and caring, he IS a protector after all… Never going to take that armor off even if its hard to sleep in, too big of a risk… The shit they’ve seen over the centuries… The wars, the fighting, the violence, literally ALL of it would scar a person beyond belief and well there’s probably some trauma in there more than likely but he’s pretty stoic looking, always has had that stoic expression really

And honestly even if there’s something going on in there he’s NEVER been the type to talk/open up about his feelings/thoughts/emotions really, he usually bottles things up if anything, they’ve barely even told anything to their husband)

| Side Facts: ALRIGHT I know what you’ve been waiting for- You want me to talk about his husband, alrighty here we go- Imma be making a separate doc for him, but I’ll at LEAST introduce him and what he is- his husband is a giant goat god, his name is Arvish and well… He was an… Interesting fellow I’ll say that at the very least, alright, moving on.

Osmund’s favorite types of tea are Mint Tea, Herbal Tea, and Oolong Tea.

Like I said before, Osmund has his own type of world essentially, his world is made up of wintery elements, he has a large wood cabin far out in the snowy forest that he resides in, he loves the cabin not only because it’s VERY well hidden but because of, despite being in a cold climate he DOES think it’s very cozy, he loves sitting by the fire and reading one of the books while drinking tea.

Despite being a peaceful god, they do have VARIOUS weapons, his main one and most prized possession being a longsword, the blade is black and the handle is golden.

There are more than just pig-esque people in his world as well, there’s VARYING gods/goddesses that roam the place, he IS the ruler of the world after all, it’s LITERALLY his world! And it’s such a peaceful one so it’s a nice place to live or go visit actually, the gods/goddesses can always relax here.

#Osmund #my oc #giant pig god oc #gonna post the gods first and THEN my two furry ocs #original character

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cryptidofthekeys · 3 years

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o h n o

not me making a giant pig and goat god who are also husbands bc creating ocs distract from any bad feelies

#Chase's Late Night Idiocy #smh the bad feelies tryna creep in but im managing #making these babs have been fun so far- im boutta start making the goat god #wow i've somehow got confidence to say this in p o s t form instead of just in the t a g s

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swiftlymoniquesblog · 4 years

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You and Me and You- Winchesters x OC Miliana

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A/N: Hi friends! I’m sorry I haven’t been updating anything in so long! Life has been crazy! Work was chaotic, I went out of town for my birthday last month, yes the one I was supposed to spend with the SPN cast :(, and I moved towns. I’m currently in a temporary living environment as my family searches for a new place! So yeah, I’m so sorry I haven’t been around. On top of that, the mobile app has been so freaking glitchy and it’s super annoying. I’m not on my laptop as much but it might be worth it to read more fics! I hope everyone is well and please, send feedback!

Xxx Monique

Word Count: 2,420

Chapter 3- 1997- Miliana’s POV

It was just another day in high school for me. I didn’t think I was all that special, yet everyone wanted to be my friend. I tried to keep to myself since I wasn’t like any normal sixteen-year-old. No, I was raised by the infamous supernatural hunter, Bobby Singer. Yeah, that was a fun childhood. He was always in and out of the picture but he made sure to show me and tell me how much he loved me. It did help too when the Winchester Brothers would come to stay with me. They were good friends of mine but their Dad kind of went a bit crazy. He found one monumental case up in like Canada or somewhere, packed up all his things, including his sons, and off they went. It’s been six years since I’ve seen them. My Dad tried to stay local for all his hunts since he believed girls can’t and shouldn’t be hunters, and I guess that makes sense, considering a demon killed his wife, but still, I grew up in this life; I understand it. Jody and her friend Donna, who also is a Sheriff, would come by and bring some of the girls they would take in. Just to help them out, kinda like what Bobby did with me. They’d come around when my Dad had a case that wasn’t close to home and it’s not like I’m not old enough to stay at home alone; Dad just gets freaked out.

“So Miliana, you’re almost done with your sophomore year now. How’s that feel?” Jody asked me one day when she and Donna came to stay with me. They brought some girl, Jessica, to stay with us too but I didn’t like her.

“Oh, I’m excited but I’m also ready just to start junior year,” I admit.

“Why’s that, kiddo?” Donna asked.

“Well, there tend to be more ways to get involved in junior and senior year…” I trail off my thoughts, avoiding the real reason I couldn’t wait to be an upper-class woman.

“You mean there’s a prom once you become a junior?” Jody gave a knowing look.

Damn, she was good. Yeah freshmen and sophomores had dances but they were separated from the juniors and seniors and we didn’t get the same respect as they did.

“Well yeah,” I admit, sheepishly.

“That makes sense. Plus, you’ll feel older and feel like nothing is impossible.” Jody said, clapping a hand on my shoulder.

She was exactly right. I loved Jody like she was my Mother. She kind of was, given the fact that when it came to girl stuff, she would be the one I called. My Dad would just get all embarrassed and wouldn’t know what to do. You can probably figure out how my first period went; awkward.

“Hey, I have to get going. I’m on the planning committee for this year’s end-of-school-year dance, as they call it for us lower classmen. I have to meet before and after school so I won’t be home until late!” I yell as I’m grabbing my backpack and rushing out the door.

“Don’t forget to call before you leave school so I can alert your father! Jody called, as I scurried out the door.

“Yeah!” I yell in response as I run out the door and down the driveway to meet up with my friend, Sandy. She was already further in life than I was. Sandy came from a wealthy background; Daddy paid for everything. She had a boyfriend, was gifted a car on her sixteenth birthday, and was already planning to attend college. She would be turning seventeen the first week of June so she was already “older” than the other sophomores.

“Hi, Sandy!” I say as I throw my bag in the back and off, we went.

“So, you won’t believe what I heard!” She starts with the daily gossip that was floating around campus before we even get there! This was a routine for us. Sandy would come to pick me up and would tell me all the latest drama before we even get to school. She’s very into other people and for the most part, this school doesn’t do a lot in private.

“What’s up today, Sand?” I ask. I was the only one allowed to call her that. She hated being called Sand but for some reason, we’re friends and I can call her Sand. Normally, you wouldn’t think two girls like us would be friends, but I stood up for her when some other “popular girls” were getting in her face, so I threatened to give all of them high-calorie snack bars, and they all backed off. Oh, that’s another thing. Almost all the girls at this school are on a low carb, no fat diet. They mostly ate salads all the time and ate like rabbits, which is why Sandy and I became friends. We both have high metabolisms so we can eat like pigs and never gain any weight; all the other girls are jealous.

“Jared Kingston and Carly Wright are having an extremely public break up on the quad; again.”

“Jesus, again? Isn’t this like the twelfth time they’ve broken up?” I ask. Jared and Carly were your typical power couple; Jared, football captain, Carly, head cheerleader.

“Thirteenth.” Sandy corrected me.

“Don’t they get tired of all the drama? And for the love of God, can they not be so public about it?”

“Well, you know how Carly is. She thinks MTV is going to walk in one day and do a reality show off her non-existent singing career.” Sandy and I laughed. You sing a solo in the seventh-grade talent show and suddenly, you’re a professional singer.

“Hell, if anyone is a singer, it’s you, Mills. Get it?” I just scoff at Sandy’s lame joke, playing off my last name being Singer, and before I knew it, we were at school.

We parked the car and began grabbing all our stuff when a real sleek classic black car drove up to the front of the school. Parked rather crooked, two young boys got out of the car and everything around me suddenly came to a halt. I knew that car. I didn’t get a chance to see them because there was a thrall of students surrounding the car. Jared and Carly’s break up long forgotten, as guys were impressed with the car and the girls were impressed with the boys who came from that car.

“Whoa, who do you think they are?” Sandy asked me, snapping me from my thoughts.

“No one worth our time. Come on.” I say, strutting off, but not before I got the feeling one person was staring at me. We got to homeroom Spanish and chatted away with all our friends before Mrs. Ramirez came into the room.

“Clase, cálmate (“class, settle down)!” Mrs. Ramirez had the philosophy to speak in Spanish and have us try and figure out what she saying until she ended up having to tell us anyway. Not sure this was a very useful way of teaching but this what she did.

“Buenos días clase, tenemos un nuevo alumno. Este es Sam Winchester.” (“Good morning class, we have a new student. This is Sam Winchester.”) My head snapped up; it couldn’t be.

“Saluda a Sam.” (Say hello to Sam.)

“Hi, Sam.” A very few students had bothered to say hello to the new student, who was ushered to sit down in the only open seat in the class; next to me.

“Hey, I’m Sam.” He says, sitting down, but not making eye contact with me. I didn’t know what to say so I just kept quiet, hoping he would remember me.

“Do you not…holy shit. Miliana?”

“Hi, Sam,” I say, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” He asks me in surprise.

“I should be asking you the same.”

“You never left Lawrence?” He whispers/asks.

I shake my head. “You know how my Dad felt about a girl being a hunter. He didn’t want me to have to see that life once I reached high school. Said I needed every normal high school experience I could get.”

“Well Miliana Singer, you are far from normal.” He said, causing heat to suddenly appear in my cheeks.

“Sra. Singer, Sr. Winchester, ¿tiene algo que quiera compartir con el resto de la clase? (Ms. Singer, Mr. Winchester, do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?).”

“No Sra. Ramirez (No Mrs. Ramirez)” We both said in unison, our attention now on the lesson.

“¡Bien, entonces ciérralo! (Good, then zip it!)” As the rest of the class went on, I couldn’t help but steal glances from Sam. He was exactly how I remember him but he grew! He must’ve hit a growth spurt somewhere in those six years since I saw him last because he’s a freaking giant now. His hair is longer now too. He occasionally would flip it out of his eyes and it would send a whiff of his cologne and his natural “Sammy scent” as Dean used to call it, my way. His eyes were a mix of green and brown, like the color of the trees right before they begin to change color for the fall. And his smile was a big and bright and contagious as ever.

“Señorita Singer, ¿le gustaría resumir la Constitución española? (Miss Singer, would you like to summarize the Spanish Constitution?).

“Um…” I trail off but a voice spoke up.

“España es una monarquía y trabajan para mostrar la importancia de la libertad, la justicia, la igualdad y el pluralismo politico. (Spain is a monarchy and they work to show the importance of freedom, justice, equality, and political pluralism.)” Sam responded in perfect Spanish, to which everyone in the room took notice of.

“Muy Bueno señor Winchester. (Very good, Mr. Winchester). To which Sam just winked at me. Holy crap, what was happening here? How has he gotten more attractive all these later? And what is he doing in tenth? Wasn’t he supposed to be a freshman? He’s fifteen after all! I don’t know what his game is but I’m going to figure it out and figure out why he’s back in Lawrence. He got out! Why would anyone want to come back here?

The bell rang, indicating the end of the class and the prime time to catch up with Sam. However, with him being so tall, once he grabbed his backpack, he was out the door in a flash.

“This boy!” I said in my head. Keeping up with him was going to be a struggle considering I’m only 5’6. Rushing out the class, I zig-zag through the crowded halls, looking for that floppy head of hair. Finally, on almost the opposite side of campus, there he was. He was lucky to have a top locker but I guess because he’s so big, it makes sense.

“Sam!” I yell, just a few feet away, but quickly catching up.

“Millie, hey.” He said smiling that perfect smile but using my nickname; the only my closest friends and family can call me. It was weird hearing him say it since he feels like a stranger now.

“Miliana,” I tell him.

“What?” He looked a bit stunned that I corrected him.

“It’s Miliana. Only my closest friends and family get to call me Millie and since you left…” I instantly regretted it when the words fell off my lips but there it was.

“Ah yeah, I guess I kind of deserve that, especially since we didn’t even get to say goodbye,” Sam said, slowly nodded his head as he understood why I was hostile.

“Yeah, no offense but your Dad is kind of…” I say but he interrupts me.

“A douche? Yeah, I know.” Sam said, knowing all too well how I felt about how his Dad just ripped him away from me. “How’ve you been?”

“Good, surprised to see you here. Actually, why are you back in Lawrence?”

“Well Dad figured to move closer to home for a while but Dean still loves the hunter life so he and my Dad go out on a lot of cases.”

“Are you left alone a lot?”

“Oh yeah, but I’m going to living close to your Dad. There’s a small little house that is just up the road from where you guys are so I figured I’d stay there.”

“So, you’ll be around more often?” I tried to hide my hopefulness but I knew Sam; he could tell.

“I hope to, at least until graduation.” He grinned at me and my heart fluttered. Stop it, Miliana.

“By the way, how are you a sophomore? You’re fifteen!”

“Oh that. Well, I’m pretty advanced for my age so they set me up as a sophomore.”

“I’d say you are pretty advanced; you speak Spanish fluently!” I comment, still being stunned that he spoke so effortlessly. “Why are you taking a Spanish class if you’re that fluent?”

“Eh, I needed it for credit so I thought it would be the easiest A I could come by. Plus, I have separate assignments than the rest of the class.”

“What?”

“I’m an in-class tutor. When Mrs. Ramirez can’t tutor students in need of some extra attention, she looks to me. Turns out, a lot of the class is struggling so we made a deal; I tutor and learn all her lessons, I get the credit.”

Okay, Sam was so much cooler than I remember him being. He is so sweet and caring and smart and, oh no, I can’t be falling for him. No way, no! We had one little incident when we were kids but that was it; we were kids! We didn’t know what love or crushes were then. I cannot be falling for my childhood friend.

“You good there, Miliana?” Sam said, bringing out me of my thoughts again.

“Yeah, I’m good, thanks.”

“You sure? You looked like you were thinking about me shirtless or something.”

That son of a bitch! “What? Pssst. You wish Winchester!”

Sam just chuckled and shook his head but grabbed some more books out of his locker and set them in his bag, patted me on the shoulder, and bid me farewell. Shit, I’m so screwed.

(Reference for the Spanish Constitution because I don’t plagiarize: Smith, Carr, Spain. Encyclopedia Britannica. Encyclopedia Britannica Inc. 2020 16 August. 2020 18 August. https://www.britannica.com/place/Spain)

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Justice For My Carl (TWD Fic)

A/N: I wrote this a long while ago, but I’ve been having a lot of shit going on recently, so I felt like publishing it. It sums up my feelings about TWD pretty well (it’s a little more extreme to fit the story, but still). Hope y’all can enjoy it. It’s my first TWD fic in a while (and my first fic in general in a while), and maybe one of my last TWD fics (and last fic for a while). My big story with my 14 year old OC? I have no clue when it’s going to be done. My life has gotten so busy these past few months and I expect it to be just as busy if not busier for the next. Plus, Charlie/NOS4A2 has become more of a main interest to me. I’ll never stop loving Carl or my other fanfics from other stuff, however, including TWD. Please, enjoy.

Justice For My Carl

By: Bunny Louise Grimes

Recently, Negan has been a little upset, and questionably concerned, that I had been going outside in the middle of the cold night, uptop the fire escape of his factory, lost and grieving, but I had reminded him that he too was lost and grieving always carrying around that bat, and that seemed to shut him up, although I did receive a quick backhand slap as punishment for even using her against him and speaking of her that way. I apologized and he forgave, though I could tell he was still ticked. I had told him that me being outside was safe (due to his watchmen being like gargoyles in a church) and that I deserved it. I work hard and do what you ask, I had said. I deserve a reward, don’t I? Isn’t that what you’re all about?

He nodded and said, “Very well then. I suppose. Just don’t do anything stupid. Don’t fall off the edge of it or something.”

“Trust me, I’ve contemplated it,” I said. “After loosing my beloved, I’ve thought about it, but I’ve never came to a desicion. I’m sure you can relate to those feelings, right?”

He held back a deep chuckle and leaned back against the armchair. The sound of leather meeting leather and rubbing against each other filled the dim room. His zippers and belt also made some light metallic noises. The night was already quiet, and perfect for him to catch me uptop his fire escape in the night.

“Ah, kid,” said he, “I didn’t want to kill myself. That’s fuckin’ weak. I wanted to find a purpose. I wanted to find people to lead. I had nothing after my Lucille was gone, but I knew I wasn’t going to fucking kill myself. I’d die if I’d die, so fucking be it. But I wanted to find people to be with and lead. And what do you know? Months later, I found it. So next time you think of jumping off that ledge, think of me, okay?”

I nodded. “Okay,” I replied, appreciating his “kindness.”

“Now run along,” he shooed me away. “Go get some rest or something. I’m gonna go see if my wives are available. If not, my Lucy here is gonna get some good ol’ special time with Negan.”

I wanted to laugh, but I gave a weak smile. Really, laughter was hard anymore. I knew that if my dear was still alive, we would share a laugh over his dirty and eccentric humor, despite him not exactly being an ally.

The next morning, things were fairly normal, the constant hum of life throughout the industrial sanctum, when Simon approached me. Tall and lanky, with a ridiculous mustache, he almost looked like the bad guy of a cartoon or a Tim Burton character to an extent.

“So,” he told me. “You got a visitor.”

“A visitor?” I asked. “What do you mean?”

“Someone from Hilltop,” he explained. “He said he’d like to speak to you.”

“Very well then,” I replied, walking with him. “I will see him.”

The right hand man led me to the room where the inner circle would have their meetings. I would know because Negan allowed me to be there. He would let me run basic errands when requested by his best of the best and knew I barely spoke a word to anyone, especially about what they talked about, even to my friends from long ago. Even to Rick and Michonne, and little Judith, there was nothing to say. To Daryl, who was locked up briefly, and now released to do the most backbreaking things alongside Rick, words were lost.

We entered the room. Negan sat in that comfy chair with wheels with his bat by his side. I looked and saw someone else across from him on the table. His hair was crazy and dark, somewhat curly. His facial hair was dark as well. His skin was tan. His dark brown eyes turned to look at me. He was dressed in greyish tan clothing. He stood up. He was taller than me like my Carl was. His demeanor was soft and gentle.

“Hey,” his quiet voice greeted. “I hope you remember me.”

Remember you? I thought. I looked deep into my broken mind, trying to figure out who he was. So many faces now all a blur to me. The only face that stood out amongst the rest was my love’s.

He cleared his throat. “You... look... the same. Maybe... different.... worse than before... but still... you.”

Like the spark of a flame, a sense of familiarity started to dawn on me. He looks... like...

“I hope you are recovering well from your loss.”

He knows about my loss? Of course he would. Everybody across this whole post apocolypse globe practically knew. I bet people who hadn’t even met us knew about it. It was like the gunshot heard across the world. I was the girl who lost her love, and to all of us, regardless if we had hope or not, we were the people who lost the future.

“I understand, maybe it’s not the best timing?” He tried. “Or maybe... you’re unhappy with me.”

Unhappy with you? Why? I thought. It wasn’t your fault the future is dead. It’s mine. I got him killed. Carl tried saving me. You didn’t have to live with that guilt.

“Go ahead,” Negan urged. “You can say something.”

No words could come out of me. I just stood there, Simon beside me, drinking his tequila, the silence of the room deafening.

“You really don’t remember me?” He asked, surprised. “I expected you to be furious with me, my name and face burned into your mind.”

Name and face? Millions of names and faces were blurred together like in a melting pot and I couldn’t differentiate one from the other. Only one name and face stood out, like a beautiful imperfection on a painting.

He began to wring his hands nervously, clearing his throat again. “Uh... shall I introduce myself once more?”

Did I meet him in the sewer? I thought. Wait... those sewers... damp, disgusting, the low hanging strong stench adding to the weight on my entire body... somebody asking if he could get some meds... who was that? His voice was... that person’s voice...? But why was he there in the first place? We hadn’t met him before coming to Alexandria. We didn’t meet him there, did we? No, that can’t be right. We met him... where?

“We met at the gas station, and then the woods?” He tried again to jog my broken and sluggish memory clouded with grief.

Woods, I thought. Damn woods. So beautiful and peaceful to me before my loss, now a constant reminder of my loss. But... wait...

It hit me.

You were there.

You witnessed my foolishness getting my love killed. He couldn’t save both of us, right?

Wait, no...

I’m right. He couldn’t save both of us.

But... I never hit the ground and got surrounded. I know this because I couldn’t remember feeling the hard ground and seeing living dead faces around me. That was wrong. That was at the prison. Carl had two eyes in that memory. He had one eye for quite a few months now.

I remembered it wrong.

Which meant that I wasn’t foolish and Carl died saving me... you were foolish...

Which meant he died saving you.

You got him killed.

You were the fool who killed the future.

My heart sank. My God...

I remembered it wrong! I was so devestated and heartbroken that I put the blame on myself. I took an old memory and used it against me. I wanted to think of Carl dying with a purpose, not trying to save someone so stupid and pointless, but I thought the opposite was reality.

I blamed myself for no reason.

It wasn’t me, it was him.

My fists clutched in tight balls. I looked into him with fire and fury in my eyes. I began to sweat. I was burning a furious fever.

No forgiveness for you.

You bringing back the truth just awoke a sleeping giant.

I slammed him down against the table in a fit of seething enragement. I loomed over him, irate and heartbroken. Tears and sweat poured from my body onto his goosebumps covered and hair raised skin. He was pissing and shitting himself all at once. Good. This lousy excuse for a human being should be afraid.

“You.... murdered the future!” I screamed. “You killed him! You killed the future of us all! You made me blame myself for weeks! Do you know the pain I’ve felt?! Do you know how we all have no hope and purpose to live?! Why should you get to live when he doesn’t?! I will kill you, you bastard!”

Simon pulled me off of him, but I jumped out of Simon’s arms and slammed myself back on top of the inferior one. His breath rattled as I landed on his chest. I clutched my hands on his neck and began to squeeze the life out of him.

Negan intervened and I felt two leather arms around my stomach area heaving me up. He was surprisingly stronger than Simon was. Or perhaps he just happened to have a better grip on me. I kicked and screamed and fought. No! Negan, you are hindering me from wiping him clean! Don’t you understand?! He needs to die!

I screamed with tears streaming down my face. My face felt hot and red. To an outsider, I looked like a kid having a fit at a toy store and Negan was my father trying to calm me down and get me out of the store. But I wasn’t heartbroken and angry about not getting a toy. I was heartbroken and angry about not getting a chance at having a purpose for carrying on in this world anymore, along with others not. Carl was going to lead us all, and I would be alongside him. But this... thing... killed it all.

“Negan!” I screamed. “Let me kill him! Please! Let me throw him in the fire! Iron his entire body!”

Negan didn’t respond and instead shushed me as he held me close to him. Not facing him, of course. I was squealing and squirming and fighting like a pig about to be thrown into an oven. I glared at the terrified and petrified fool, staring dumbfounded at my fit. He wasn’t guilty at all. He was just... horrified at me.... not his actions.... but wasn’t I a byproduct of his actions?

I was what he made me.

I shouldn’t have let a foolish and useless being get to me this much. But all I needed was to eliminate him. It wouldn’t fix things, but by God, justice must be served!

Negan continued to try to silence me and calm me down when I saw Lucille sitting on the table.

She visits my love. She comforts him and keeps him company. She would understand Carl. She would understand the decision I would make. If the sickness that killed her was the person in front of us, Negan would make the decision I was about to make, so he would understand. But he didn’t think like that in the moment, which was why he was preventing me from grabbing the bat and ending this sad sack of shit.

“You need back up, boss?” Simon asked.

“I got it,” Negan sputtered.

“Let me kill him!” I cried. “Please!”

“Just settle down,” Negan whispered. “It’s okay.”

None of it was okay. The one who killed the future was to get away Scott free... justice must be served.

That’s when I went absolutely apeshit crazy and practically jumped out of Negan’s arms and back into the table. I crawled as fast as I could to the bat. I grabbed her just as Negan grabbed my foot.

“Just one hard swing to his head!” I squealed. “That’s all it takes!”

I got loose and jumped up. I ran over to the scared thing like a battle charge into a war and raised the barbed and beautiful bride above my head.

I could see the fear in his eyes. I could smell his fast flowing blood. I could hear his fast heartbeat. I could taste his sweat. I could feel his trembling and panic against my skin.

“Now die!” I screamed.

I was slammed down on the table by Negan grabbing my leg and making me trip. I nearly lost my teeth as my chin slammed against the table. I cried out in pain. Lucille rolled away from me and Simon grabbed her before she landed on the floor.

“Give her back to me!” I yelled. “Justice must be served!”

Negan pinned me in the same position again and said, “Give her to me.”

Simon obeyed, a little weary. Negan, holding me with one arm tight around me, tight enough that it was hard to breath, took Lucille in his hand and hit her wooden handle against my head.

I immediately went limp and felt heavy. My head hurt. I was seeing stars and spots. No, I thought. I lost. He gets away. I can’t fight anymore.

Tears poured down my cheeks and a weak and pathetic sob escaped my lips.

Negan buried my face in his neck and shushed me again, telling me reassuring and calming things. My fist was weak against the durable leather on his shoulder and went weaker, slipping down his body and dangling like a loose fishing line. I wept weakly into his jacket and neck. I was in pain both physically, mentally, and emotionally.

“Maybe... it was a mistake to come here...” I could hear his voice shake.

“Simon, take this young man back to Hilltop,” Negan ordered.

“Yes sir,” Simon responded.

“Justice will prevail.” I managed to slur amongst my crying and gave him one last hateful look. My voice was muffled by Negan’s leather. Tears ran down my red eyes and puffy cheeks. “Your actions will have consequences. I will see you in Hell.”

Negan continued to shush me and quiet me even after Simon and the sad sack left the room.

“He’s gone now, okay?” He hushed. “You don’t need to freak out anymore.”

Exhausted and weak from my scene, I collapsed onto Negan, weeping until I couldn’t anymore and fell asleep.

When I woke, I must’ve been out for hours, because it was no longer daylight and instead close to dusk. Negan had left some cookies and hot chocolate for me shortly before I woke up, due to the hot chocolate being warm still. I knew that I could remicrowave it if I wanted, so that’s probably why he gave it to me in the first place.

I weakly got up and picked the mug up. I sipped it, every sip calming and dimming my angry thoughts. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he laced everything with sedatives. Heavy sedatives, especially, considering the fact that I went absolutely ballistic on that son of a bitch.

I chuckled, thinking of how amusing it was that he was that terrified of me. Good. I want you to look at me and feel that fear. You should. What was the saying? Tiny but mighty? I was always tiny but mighty. That’s how I survived this world.

After finishing everything, I layed back down and stared up at the ceiling, wishing death upon the little bitch, when my door opened. Negan walked through my door.

“Well, look who’s finally awake,” he smirked.

“Is he dead?” I asked.

“No,” he told me, almost confused at my question.

“He needs to be.”

“And what will that do?” He said. “You can’t change the fact that Carl is dead.”

“But he will not die in vain,” I said.

“Killing him will make his death inexcusable,” Negan told me. “He risked his life for that kid.”

“Nothing excuses my love’s death, especially risking his life for someone as stupid as that,” I growled. “You don’t understand, Negan. He survived everything else, but this was how he died? We have no future. He was the future. You said it yourself. I am not the future. I am no leader. You are right that I cannot summon him, but justice can be delivered.”

Negan sat silent, not knowing what to say.

“Just let me be, please,” I begged him. My head rolled over and I looked him the eye.

Negan got up and left, closing the door behind him. I gazed up at the ceiling more, the dimming and last traces of golden sunlight from the foggy windows spread out against the ceiling and watched as they slowly disappeared and the windows were instead dark.

After about an hour of this, I got up and snuck up to the fire escape. I gazed up at the starry and beautiful night. The cool winds felt amazing on my hot and weak body. I looked up at the sky, lost in my starry world, when I heard a voice come from behind me.

“It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it?”

I turned around and found myself taken aback by seeing him.

“How did you get here?” I demanded.

“I snuck in,” he explained. “Long story short, I managed to sneak into one of their cars and hid around the complex. I needed to talk to you. I needed to find you and speak to you.”

“Even after the fit I threw?”

He nodded.

I laughed. “You really are a fool. You just don’t get it. Come to think of it, nobody seems to get it.”

I turned back to the night and continued to speak to him.

“You killed the future. Have you no guilt?”

“I have guilt, of course. I didn’t know this would happen.”

“Well, it did. And now, you must live with that guilt for the rest of your life. Or rather... maybe you don’t...”

I chuckled darkly to myself, but he seemed too stupid to understand what I was inferring.

“I want to apologize for what I did.”

“Apologizing isn’t enough. I don’t think you understand just how badly you messed up. The whole future is gone. All hope is lost. It is not the grief talking. It is the truth.”

“If you cannot accept my apology, than that is on you.”

I growled and grabbed him by the shoulders. “None of this is on me. All of this is on you. You did this, and you must suffer the consequences. I begged you two not to do those things, and I tried to sacrifice myself for Carl, but I couldn’t because you got in the way. You prevented my chances of saving him by pushing me out of the way when I could’ve saved the future. You didn’t even save Carl when the zombies surrounded him and the undead were on top of him. This proves how weak you are. Who had to kill them? I did and he did. This was your plan. Why didn’t you take it into your hands to save him?”

Silence came from him.

“That’s what I thought,” I whispered, releasing his shoulders and walking towards the ledge again, looking down upon the concrete. God, it never looked as soft as it did in that moment.

“You are awfully close to that ledge,” he pointed out. “You’re not going to kill yourself, are you?”

I chuckled and smiled suddenly. “No. You know what? No. That’s the weak way. I’m not weak like you. I’m not going to do that. I’m not gonna do what Carl had to do. We both will have to die because of you, and I’m not having that happen.”

I turned to him and smiled, circling him slowly and deadly. “Justice will prevail. Your actions will have consequences. I will see you in Hell.”

I backed him against the railing. He shivered and shook as I looked him straight into his fear filled eyes.

“If the strong future doesn’t deserve to live, then a weak being like you shouldn’t. If we shouldn’t have a purpose in carrying on, then you shouldn’t.”

“Please,” he begged. “Don’t do this...”

“I’m sorry, Siddiq,” I told him. “But it’s how it’s gotta be.”

I used all of my might to throw him off of the railing. His screams must’ve died before ever leaving his throat because he didn’t make a noise as he went splat across the concrete.

A rush of relief, satisfaction, and tranquility filled me after the sound of his bones crushing against the concrete entered my hearing.

I chuckled and looked up at the starry sky. “Into this house we’re born, into this world we’re thrown. Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan.”

I went down the steps and to where the now dead body lay on his bed of concrete. I dragged him over and crept to the gate of undead, also known as No Man’s Land, unnoticed by the watchmen. I threw him in and the undead’s attention went to his carcass. They began to eat him and I smiled satisfyingly. By morn, they would think him another dead bastard.

I went back inside and went straight back to my dim room. I closed my door quietly, put on “Riders on the Storm” on my record player, ate a Cadbury egg, hugged the Future’s cloth hat and placed it close to my chest near my beating heart that seemed to be slightly revived by my murder. A smile spread across my face again and I nuzzled the hat lovingly.

“Justice for my Carl,” I murmered, falling into the best sleep I’d have in weeks. “Justice for my Carl.”

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tumblunni · 5 years

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Random moment of blabber about my dumb dating sim idea cos for some reason all this fandom for New Spoiler Thing has got me more hyped up to work on my totally unrelated original stories? I guess it just always inspires me to see how toby fox achoeved his dreams and i wanna fight for my dreams too! Tho also on the other hand its a lil discouragibg cos i know this is the Big News so this would be a bad time to post a bunch of stuff about like..anything else. So maybe still try and practise drawing my stuffs but save it til next week to post them?

Anyway! About the game!

I just had a bit of a good moment of wrangling my way through a block in the story. Kind of a minor thing but i was having problems because..i like monster boys...? Like here is a dating sim about a monster boy who is sad about being a monster boy but of course since i am the oc creator who made him in the first place of course i think he's cute and perfect. So my first draft just has the love interest accepting him immediately and like all his paranoia about being rejected was completely unfounded. And i feel like maybe thats a wasted opportunity? Like would it actually decrease the catharsis of the moment if it felt like it was saying "you were dumb for worrying, dude"?? So now i'm just thinking what if the love interest actually IS scared of monster-bae, and also didny just like.. Guess it long before he confessed it, so everything just gets wrapped up super perfectly with minimal angst. Maybe instead he just knew that his friend was hiding SOME sort of secret, and kinda.. Guessed correctly on all the relevant effects of this secret but not what it actually is? "Oh god he's looking so sick and he keeps acting like he's gonna go away forever, fuck i need to save up to find a doctor holy shit" when no actually he's just a vampire and he's been planning to like.. Literally leave. Because he thinks he doesnt deserve happiness or belong amoung normal humans. And then there could be horrible misunderstandings cos what if love interest sees his full-on monster form and is like "fuck, youre the one who did this to him!" And then monster boy is like "well i wanna die anyway, and this way he'll never have to know the truth" so he pretends to be a villain and just accepts his fate. And even if you manage to play it all right and solve the mystery and get them to talk it out, love interest wouls still react with fear when he first finds out, and monster boy might jump to the wrong conclusions and run away. Like "you're scared of me!" "Yes! But that's my fault, not yours!" He doesnt know how to deal with someone who sees his true self and still chooses to stay. And someone whose fear turns to love at the sight of his face. So much god damn relief!! "Oh thank god youre just a demon, i thought you were DYING!" *so much goddamn smoochies of the bat boy*

Anyway yeah, thats my thought. Do indeed have some of the angst, even if its still "as soon as he realizes the monster is actually the man he loves, he realizes his fear was unfounded". It could just be another good way to show alternate perspectives when you play as each character? Like one of them talks about how scared he is of the monster on the mountain, and how he's scared he cant protect his sick friend from it. And then the other is seemingly obsessed with hating this thing, moby dick style, until you find out it literally is him and the entire time he was just being super hard on himself. And then you get to see both of these false perspectives clash with each other in the final act, and ultimately shatter to reveal just a sad lonely monsterboy who didnt want to lose the man he loved. And then we can finally get to the sweet acceptance and domestic romanceys, but it'll feel better for being earned!

...also i STILL NEED TO SETTLE ON A FINAL DESIGN FOR THIS DAMN MONSTERBOY. All i know is that he should have some sort of bigger monster form cos i find it hard to even really see something like a humanoid with wings as really "scary" at all. He needs to be a 50 foot tall dragon or a satan bat or a skeleton ghost or something. But still can do a halfway transformation for the cute monsterboy aesthetic, yknow? And i was leaning towards either "ice ghost" cos yknow cursed mountain and all, or vampire cos that'd have all the negative symptoms that'd make sense to be misinterpreted as illness. So either that or some other type of monster that has to consume blood or soul energy or something, and looks all pale and corpsey when its gone thru 15 years of trying to hide as a human and being half starved. But regular vampires are definately in the "not scary just a regular human wjth bits glued on" category, so itd have to be some sort of interesting design for them. Like a real grody gnarly giant bat monster that can just disguise itself as a human? Also it would be really cute in the happy ending to have your boyfriend cooking some fancy blood recipes or something, to show how much he loves ya! Like, not just romance hapoiness but also our monsterboy's life is just generally a lot better cos he doesnt have to hide himself and can just buy pig's blood at the butcher. Healthful in body and soul! ALSO MOSTLY THE ROMANCENESS, YES.

Anyeay lol those were my Thoughts

#melting words #fluffy bat boye needs a smorch

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sakurarisen · 2 years

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✔웃ツ[<3]

RP related mun memes!

✔ : What drew you to the character you currently play? What types of characters are you generally drawn to?

Sera is an OC born... Honestly, well over a decade ago. Probably close to 15 years ago, probably? I think what drew me to her in general and her character is her struggle with overcoming trauma and things that’ve happened to her, as well as trying to fit in - something I to this day struggle with myself. Sera is as warm, loyal, caring, and supportive as I try to be, but there’s just this inability to fit in among the general public, not for lack of trying, we both share, and I really do think that’s something that draws me to Sera. On top of that, she has one hell of a big heart and a kindness that’s refreshing to write, and I’ve always loved that about her. No matter how much she grows and changes, Sera’s kindness and genuineness never ceases and never changes, and it’s always amazing to write and see. <3

But to borrow from something I’ve heard now from more than one friend XD I’m usually pretty drawn to the characters who fill the ‘supportive best friend’ role, like Sera, Kunsel, Jessie... Even Cissnei, to a degree, falls into this role, and I write all of them but Jessie (who I’ve considered XD). The characters who aren’t so much on the protagonist level, but are ones with a strong voice who can go to the best friend protag and shake them out of a funk, or help pick them back up, even if it’s just to help lift their mood a bit and help them think of something else for an hour or two. The friend type who has your back no matter what, even if they’re going through their own personal hell. The partners and the companions, really; I don’t think I’d ever be able to write a convincing protagonist, especially when I love the characters who don’t have much to their name past being that close companion, for a lot of reasons.

웃 : An existing character you’ve played in the past that you miss?

You’re just saying this ‘cause I have an 8 mile long list of old af OCs XD Uh... I think I’m gonna say an old OC boy of mine for this, Caleb Harcourt. He’s a programmer and artist who keeps getting thrown into the magical and mystical against his will and man, all he wants is his dinner, not to question why the sky is orange and there’s a dragon coming out of the clouds and why in the world is this kid over here summoning a giant fireball monster, he’s going back to bed- XD Caleb is my kicked muse who gets thrown into just about anything and is usually the ‘normal’ one - No powers or magic or fighting skills to his name aside from street fighting if he needs to, just... A guy.

Bonus mention for one who IS coming back on another blog in the near future: Ice Hiwatari, a quiet guy who’s seriously lost and doesn’t know how to socialize since he’s kept himself fairly isolated for a lot of reasons. His (nick)name is the theme he’s given himself and what he tries to be: cool and collected as ice to keep himself safe and people out. Not to be a jerk, but just because he’s got so much going on in his life he has no idea how to handle it and he doesn’t want to drag people into his problems. Looking forward to writing him again <3

If we’re talking muses that’ve had/been on blogs? Aoi Sakazaki, my sassy af YGO GX and ARC-V OC who seems like an idiot at first glance, but give her a bit of time and she’s a loyal and fiercely protective friend who’s gonna go to bat for you and kick some teeth in. <3 She’s not the brightest when it comes to book smarts unless she feels like paying attention, but street smarts? Dueling? games and strategizing? Aforementioned teeth kicking? Random pig trivia, since they’re her favorite animals? She’s your girl! <3 As she’s previously been called - “ Aoi is always just Aoi. She’s just a weird-ass absolute.”

ツ : An OC you created that you are proud of?

Can I say Sera? Because by god I am proud of my girl. <3 She’s had a lot of growth in just this last year alone and I’m excited to see how she keeps growing, both in terms of here - her FF verses - and just being Sera in general. She’s come incredibly far from the girl I originally had for a muse all those years ago and only gotten stronger and kinder, and she’s doing the best she can - The most I can ask of her, and myself. She’s really come into her own and her muse has never been stronger, even as I myself deal with things slowing me down. Kind, soft, warm, friendly, supportive, hides things behind the most genuine smile and offered hand to help and refuses to pull anyone down when she can instead pick them back up, no matter the cost... A girl who is learning how to stand on and come into her own in ways she hasn’t been able to before this last year or so.

I am incredibly proud of Sera, moreso than I have ever been, and I love her. <3 I’m looking forward to seeing her grow even more~!

#Questioning A Flower [Asks]#Honorisen #Out Of Poms [OOC]#The quote about Aoi is from a friend not in this fandom and not really on tumblr these days #But I love them and that line has never failed to just BE Aoi XD #But yep - I tend to gravitate to the best friend type?#And the canons who have little info to them - like Cissnei or the Summons like Shiva #One of the reasons being everything about them is less rigid and set in stone than someone like say... Cloud or Vincent #There's more breathing room to me? More room to think out things and flexibility without my constant fear #Of breaking canon and screwing it up #I've been an OC writer for so long- XD #But I am and always will be proud of my smol sakura bloom Sera <3 #There's a lot I don't talk about that's had to be worked through to get her here #And I love her so much more now than I ever have <3 #Also catch Kasa out here trying to call me on my giant as all getout list of old muses and OCs XD #Love you Kasa XD <3

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aeriedwelling · 2 years

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Pigeon’s Current WIPs: MCYT Edition

(aka SBI Edition cause that’s what these are askdjfaksjdfksd)

Note: my inbox is open!! if you want to hear any more about any of these fic ideas i am So Down To Ramble please ask me things I will tell you way too much information about anything and everything :D

I want to write So Many Studio Ghibli AUs actually idk what it is about them but i just. *muffled scream into pillow*

-Howl’s Moving Castle AU where I remove all the romance, Wilbur is Sophie, Tommy is Markl, Philza is Howl, and Techno is Calcifer, it’s some exciting combination of the movie and the book and wilbur learns the worth of loving yourself through the power of magic and a found family dynamic

-Ponyo inspired origins!smp au where Techno is this powerful forest spirit (in the form of a pink bunny) and a five-or-maybe-eight-year-old-tommy finds him and the plot of ponyo happens but in a forest instead of on a cliff by the sea (Wilbur is Tommy’s big brother and he’s doing his best, Quackity is on a boat somewhere even though he promised he’d be back for Tommy’s birthday, Philza is Techno’s tired dad and also the Crowfather and Mumza is the goddess of death instead of a sea goddess and also techno’s mum)

-Kiki’s Delivery Service AU that follows the plot of the movie almost exactly with a few little differences - Tommy is Kiki and the old lady who bakes a herring pie for her granddaughter is actually Mumza and she asks Tommy to deliver love letters to a certain Philza who lives in the woods with a murder of crows - Tombo is both Tubbo and Ranboo and they’re the perfect mixture of level headed and chaotic - Niki is a witch who lets Tommy live in the spare upstairs room of her bakery and Jack is her partner in crime and Wilbur just works at the bakery sometimes (he’s philza’s son and they go out to visit him when tommy starts to lose his magic) and Techno is Jiji but instead of a cat he’s a zelda wind waker style cartoony piglet and it’s another found family fic

-My Neighbor Totoro AU that is basically just the movie but Techno is Totoro and he’s this giant boar thing? Maybe? Pignite style upright pig or something?? Idk Philza’s the Dad, Mumza’s the Mum, Wilbur and Tommy are Satsuki and Mei and it’s literally just the movie and Vibes

-I saw spirited away fanart and I wanna write that at some point maybe and I also have vague vibes for a Tubbo and Ranboo castle in the sky thing where Ranboo’s some enderian prince from the sky and Tubbo’s helping him out and SBI are the sky pirates and look more found family aus can you guys tell what my favorite brand of fanfic is

*****

In the non Ghibli AUs category we’ve got:

-Ode To The Sun - a tangled-inspired au where Ranboo is Flynn and Tubbo is Rapunzel, Tommy’s a Sun God and Wilbur’s the son of the Goddess of Death, Philza’s the Angel of Death, Techno’s an ex-prince from the nether and all of them are found-family style living in a tower in the woods

-Tubbo is living in the tower because he’s hiding from a god hunter who wants his healing powers and the SBI (+Ranboo) are working to keep him safe and there’s this whole epic final battle thing to take down the king and the god hunter

-and then there’s a part two/second fic that’s more Tangled The Series style kinda thing after Ode is over where Edward the Enderman shows up and suddenly it’s about Ranboo and the gang going off to save The End

(i turned Edward the Enderman into my own oc basically. and i love him. i also gave him a boyfriend cause mans can be gay, as a treat)

*****

-a watcher!grian fic either entitled and the world was kind or he was only meant to watch and it starts at the very end of the Evo SMP when Grian first becomes a watcher all the way to Last Life (and possibly Season 8 of hermitcraft cause i loved it and perhaps the 100 hours hardcore server if i actually sit down and watch it)

-it’s just. my interpretation of watcher!grian, basically. mans is figuring out how to be a god and we all get to watch :D i’ve made 3 Watcher ocs for it and they’re all pretty cool if u wanna ask about them i dunno perhaps

*****

-A Hunger Games AU where Wilbur is Katniss/Peeta Tommy is Prim, Techno is Haymitch, Niki is also Katniss/Peeta, and Tubbo is Rue

-the games are modeled after MCC? kinda?? so Scott is President Snow (Mr Solidarity Gaming is the one announcer guy who does all the interviews and such)

-this is an excuse to write a lot of angst and i am also going to squeeze a found family dynamic in here (*cough* techno and wil *cough*). right now i’m only planning on doing the first book/movie cause i don’t actually know anything about the story/plot after the first book/movie cause i stopped caring lol

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and that’s it! many mcyt fics lol. Kiki, Ponyo, Hunger Games, Ode, and Watcher!Grian all have at least a draft of an outline/some snippets in the works rn. everything else is just vibes. i might go on the hunt for ghibli aus who knows

#again how do i tag this #uh #pigeon writes stuff

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starboyreggie · 6 years

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A Princess and A Pagan

A Princess and a Pagan: The Beginning of the Betrayal

Part Two // Part Three

Word Count: 1708

Pairing: Hvitserk x Adelaide (OC)

Summary: The Northmen have entered East Anglia, and the king of West Anglia has taken precautions to make sure they will not harm his kingdom. However, Ragnar has not only asked for richest, but also for the young Princess’s hand in marriage.

Warnings: Viking slander

Requested: nope, I just wanted to write for my man

Masterlist

// I do not own any characters or themes except for Adelaide and her family. This work of fiction is heavily based on History’s Vikings. However, in this piece, the sons of Ragnar are older much earlier and all travel with him to Europe. //

It was a warm spring day with the sun shining down from the sky on the kingdom of West Anglia. The birds were singing outside the window their sweet morning song. Adelaide stretched her arms to her sides and she hummed to herself when she felt the sun’s warm rays on her face. Looking out the opening, she smiled to herself thinking about the day’s activities.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock filled her room. Adelaide called for her visitor to enter, knowing it was her servant, Milla. Her brown hair was pulled into a high bun as it usually was, and she carried a dress in her arms.

“Good morning, Milla.” Adelaide murmured as her voice was rough from her long night's sleep. Milla was one of younger servants her father had. She was only 29 years old, and she started working for the King of West Anglia when she was 14 years old.

“Good morning to you too, Princess Adelaide. How was your rest?” Milla inquired. She placed the dress at the foot of Adelaide’s bed and watched as she stepped out of the bed.

“It was interrupted many times during the night by soldiers running down the hall,” Adelaide’s eyebrows scrunched together as she approached her servant, “Do you know anything about that?”

Adelaide sat down at her mirror and watched as Milla approached her. Milla sighed as she reached for the hairbrush on the table, “The Northmen are in East Anglia and might be heading west. There is to be no worry though because your father has started to prepare.”

Adelaide couldn’t help but worry. What would happen if those pagans came to her home? She had complete faith in her God and father that she would be protected. She had heard of some of the terrors that followed these Northmen. They were giant men with even bigger weapons who were rumored to eat Christian children for dinner after they had destroyed villages and bathe in Saxon blood.

She shuddered at the thought of those pigs being in her kingdom. Milla saw the distress on her princess’s features and quickly finished brushing her hair. She ushered Adelaide out of the chair and over to the foot of the bed, “Let’s forget about that for now and get you dressed for the day.”

Adelaide slipped out of the silk slip she had slept in. Goosebumps arose on her skin as the cold morning air hit her skin. She stepped into the red dress as Milla walked around her to tie the back. Adelaide looked in the floor length mirror and took in her appearance. The dress was a deep red color with a high collar and red lace sleeves. The material was tight until it reached her waist where it became loose and flowy.

Once Milla had completely tied the back of the dress, she walked back in front of Adelaide. She ran her hands down her sides, smoothing the dress down. Milla grabbed some of Adelaide’s naturally wavy hair and placed it in front, “You are so beautiful, my Princess.”

“Thank you, Milla,” Adelaide warmly smiled, “Did my father give you any specific instructions for me?”

Milla placed her hand on the small of Adelaide’s back as she guided her to the door, “Just for you to meet him for breakfast as soon as you awoke.”

Adelaide nodded her head and dismissed Milla when they reached her chamber’s door. On the way to the dining room, she noticed a surplus of guards posted around the castle. She brushed it off and blamed the Northmen’s presence in East Anglia for the increase of soldiers.

She reached the dining room and her father, mother, and older brother was already there. The room got eerily quiet as she approached the table. “Good morning, father,” Adelaide leaned down over her father’s shoulder and gave him a kiss on his cheek as she greeted him.

King Coel smiled at his little girl as she took her seat, “I hoped you slept well, sweetheart.”

“I did, father,” Adelaide took a sip from her cup before continuing, “Why were the guards so restless last night?” No one answered her as her mother looked at her with a sad look.

“What? Is there something wrong? I know about the pagans in East Anglia.” Adelaide started to panic as her brother just stared at their father, waiting for him to speak.

“Princess,” her father began before he was interrupted by the dining room’s door being slammed open. Everyone’s eyes snapped over to the noise. Adelaide was the last one to react as her back was to the door. She turned in her seat to see three giants standing and one on the floor in the doorway.

The one in the middle, who seemed to be the leader as he was the biggest, had a long braid of hair going down his back with the sides shaved and a thick beard that went down to the bottom of his neck. The other three men were smaller but still huge. To the left of the largest man, was what seemed to be the next oldest and he had the same shaven sides but the hair on top was much shorter; on the other side of the leader, was a man with blonde hair that was braided but nowhere as long as the other two. Next to the blonde was the man on the floor, and he had the shortest hair of all the men and it wasn’t braided.

The three men started to walk toward the table as the last dragged himself. The leader took the seat to the left of Adelaide’s father as he was at the head of the table. Her mother was to his right, her brother beside the queen, and Adelaide beside him. The second oldest took the seat next to the leader and the cripple next to him. The blonde sat to Adelaide right and she flinched as his eyes scanned her.

Adelaide scooted closer to her brother and looked to her father with confusion etched on her face. The king looked apologetic as he sighed and looked at the people that had just joined the table. Adelaide’s brother, Nikolas, took her hand under the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

King Coel cleared his throat, “Princess, I would like to introduce you to Ragnar, Ubbe, Ivar, and Hvitserk.” Her father pointed to each as he said their name. Adelaide smiled at each one as she made eye contact with them to show that she was friendly since she didn’t think they could speak her language, “I am Adelaide,” she enunciated, making sure to speak slowly and point to herself when she said her name. The men seemed to understand as they nodded in response.

“Father, what are they doing here?” Adelaide said in a happy tone so not set off any alarms in the visitors’ heads.

“We are here because your father asked us to negotiate a deal,” Ragnar spoke to her. Adelaide’s smile dropped immediately as she was shocked to understand his words. She looked around to the younger men to see their reactions to her question. They were watching carefully but didn’t seem like they heard what she said specifically.

“My sons cannot understand you. I am the only one here that can speak your language.” Ragnar confirmed as Adelaide shook her head.

“Ragnar here has agreed not to raid nor kill any of our people in the kingdom,” the King had paused to let the good news settle in.

Adelaide smiled at Ragnar, “Thank you, and what have you asked of us in return?”

Your father rushed to answer, “We are to pay them a sum in gold and silver annually.” Adelaide nodded, the deal seems fair to her. There was no price for safety, but that appeared to be a reasonable deal. She wondered how much the pagans wanted because as just as it seemed, she knew it was too good to be true.

“Your father has also given us your hand in marriage,” Ragnar spoke, and Adelaide heard the venom drip from his words as an evil smirk appeared on his face. He was clearly looking for a reaction out of Adelaide and she couldn’t help but give him one.

The blood drained from the princess’s body, and her body ran cold. She was having a hard time breathing as her gaze turned to her father. He had a look of pity on his face directed toward her. The king didn’t say anything as he allowed Ragnar’s words to sink in.

Adelaide's mouth was slightly open as if she wanted to speak, but no words came out. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that her father had sold her to these pagans. And for what? For the Northmen not to attack them? They hadn’t made any advances toward West Anglia, so there was no need for this deal. Her father had jumped the gun with this alliance. He hadn’t even tried to fight. The king was protecting the kingdom when it wasn’t in any danger yet.

Adelaide started to blink rapidly as her vision started to blur. She didn’t know if it was anger or betrayal that controlled her body at this point. Her mother had constantly reassured her that she would be able to approve her husband, that she would be happy and marry into love.

She looked at her mother and she refused to look at Adelaide. Adelaide looked around the table and the Northmen were all staring at her, drinking her reaction. She started to feel tears sting in her eyes, but she was determined to not let these pigs see her cry. Adelaide quickly blinked them away as she choked, “Who?”

“My eldest unwed son, Hvitserk,” He stated proudly as he nodded toward the blonde next to Adelaide. She slowly turned her head to face Hvitserk. He was already looking at her with a dark look in his eyes. Adelaide gulped a large lump that had formed in the back of her throat.

“I hope that this was worth it, father.” She spoke with hatred laced in her tone as she kept eye contact with Hvitserk.

A/N: ahhhh! This is my first piece as a multi-fandom blog, so it had to be my man Hvitserk. This will be a long fic and the other parts will be longer and may get smutter. Also, I decided to give the protagonist a name, Adelaide Coel. She is physically based on Mary of Scots from Reign but only physically. I hope yall enjoy this! I am really nervous about posting this, so leave me some feedback!

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loriendragonqueen · 7 years

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New Dawn - Chapter Two

Pairing: Ivar x OC

Words: 2.311

Warnings: slavery; bad language; blood; fight; magic; nudity; some sort of smut;

Notes: The same as always, just enjoy it.

Chapter One

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She woke up before the dawn once more. It has become her habit - wake, walk to the river to bathe, eat something in her way back and then meet Ivar beside the old ash tree. They were peaceful but the yearning for war was the main scent of them. It was the time of false peace. Isa was teaching him, opening a giant door to a vast and brand new world. She taught him about the southern lands and the huge amount of kingdoms in the west. His mind was pure gold.

"You are learning well, Ivar!" she grinned in satisfaction with her eyes closed and face jutted to the open sky to feel the warmth of the sun with the wintry breeze.

"It is strange. Everything you say to me takes root in my head. It is easy to understand what you say, even with your terrible accent!" he said quite bold.

"It is because your gigantic head isn't worthless after all. I thought that it was full of the cunts you cannot fuck with your lazy dick!" and she laughed mocking him.

"Well, said the virgin pure delivered to the gods as a gift. Forgive my petulancy, oh divine one. I thought that your virginity has something about with your horse face and skinny body without fat or muscles!" he said in a half obeisance.

"Asshole!" she laughed "It's not my fault that my mother couldn't bare a healthy child and then promised my life to the gods. She thought I was going to born a monster when the pain started!"

"Shame... You were born a monster anyway!" he laughed even harder.

"I may be a monster but at least I can walk, crippled boy!" and she showed him her tongue while opening her eyes just to see him grimace.

"You are showing yourself to be somewhat abused, little monster. I still can tie you and treat you like a slave for that!"

"You can try but I will run as fast as your horses. No one ever won me in a race, even my brothers with their stallions!" she laughed like a child.

"How many brothers do you have?" he asked starting to carve a piece of wood.

"Nine... I am the last child of my father and the first of my mother. She was my age when she married the great king Demetrius."

"What was her name?"

"Iphimedeia, Princess of Andros. She married him as a duty but learned to love him as her missed piece!" she smiled lying down on the grass.

"Missed piece?" he said in disdain "What a bullshit!"

"My people say that when Zeus created us, he made us whole and complete. But then, we became ungrateful and mean, spitting in the gods will. As a punishment, Zeus splited us in half and cursed us to find our missed piece throughout our lives. And, before you ask, Zeus is quite like Odin, he is the king of my gods!" she said looking at him with one eye open, still laid.

"I liked your Zeus."

"You only say it because I haven't told you about Hades, the god of the underworld, the one who always try to deceive his brothers, Zeus and Poseidon!"she grinned.

"Tell me more, little monster!" he straightened, leaning his back against the trunk of the ash tree.

"Not now, let’s rest a little, cripple boy, and enjoy the sunlight and its warmth. Let our skin be kissed by the light..." and she fully closed her eyes, pulling the skirt of her dress up to spread her legs, and then pulling her dress straps down to let her shoulders breathe.

Ivar watched her in silence.

"Do the same, lazy dick. I bet you will feel renewed after a sunbathe!" she punched him in the belly "Come on, release your upper body from your clothes and lay down with me in the sun!"

"Only if you do the same!" he said trying to hide the little shame growing inside him.

"Okay..." and she stood up to undress, laying naked in her dress a few moments later "Now you!"

He remained motionless.

"Need help, little prince?" she mocked.

"No, shut up!" and he started to take his clothes off.

Isa closed her eyes in intent to give the young man some privacy.

"Naked yet, lazy dick?" she grinned with her eyes still shut, already warm by the sun. "Come to the light, grumpy boy!"

Ivar then laid beside Isa, completely naked like her.

Isa took a deep breath and smiled soothingly. The warmth she was feeling was almost the same of her home. The saltiness in the air coming from the sea, the seagulls flying and screaming by the fjord. The merchant speaking as loud as the ones back in Ithaca.

"Can you feel it in your bones? The fire of the sun embracing every part of us!" and she looked at him to see his eyes closed the same way as she a few moments ago. She saw him smile serene. "So?"

"You may know something, smug pet!" he affirmed.

Isa then turned her back to the sky so the sun could kiss her skin equally. The wind blew warmer and made Ivar open his eyes. The crystal of his eyes met the hazel of hers. She touched her hair and held it as a ponytail. Ivar bit his lower lip.

"What?" she asked noticing his gaze towards her.

"Nothing!" he looked away.

"So I am not a monster anymore, right?" she teased.

"Shut up, do not use your witchcraft on me!" he frown.

"I am doing nothing. What use would you have for me? Even if I tried to ride you, you would hate it. Wouldn't you? Therefore, I am still a little monster to you, with a horse face and without fat or muscles, a smug pet!" and she reared her ass up, letting her hair fall down on her shoulders.

He remained speechless.

"You are not like the other women." he finally spoke.

"Of course I am not. Have you ever seen or touched a skin as soft and gold as mine?" she taunted "Or ever talked to someone unafraid of you?"

"You should fear me, smug pet!" he furrowed his brow.

"And you should stop desiring me, grumpy boy!" and she looked to the other side, laying her head on her arms tucked in front of her.

"I do not desire you." he protested in a hiss.

"Almost two months and you still think that I do not know that you watch me asleep every night!" she sighed.

He scowled and swallowed dry.

"Witch!"

"Cripple!" she fell asleep.

Isa woke up later with the cold wind blowing in her ass. It gave her chills. Ivar was beside her sleeping as well.

"Psst, Ivar, wake up. There rain coming!" she shook him.

"Leave me!" he grumbled.

"Wake up, you spoiled brat!" she punched him in the center of his chest.

"What?!" he yelled.

"The rain is about to fall angrily, asshole!" and she began to dress.

"It is just rain!" he complained, for he had not slept that way for some time.

"It is not just rain, Ivar, there is a storm coming to harm us!" she exclaimed with rush.

He sat and begun to dress slowly.

"Fuck, Ivar!" she knelt to help him. It was the first time that she touched him that way.

In a matter of instants, she dressed him for his surprise.

"How did you..."

"I practiced with a man as fat as a pig for years!" she stood up "Come, let's come back to your hut!"

While they came back, the rain begun to fall harsh, cold, wetting the two who were hurrying down the hills. But Ivar couldn't follow her speed.

"You can't come faster? Look at those arms, I bet you could strangle an ox if you wanted to. Hurry up!" she spoke with her dress glued to her body.

"It is just water!"

"Fuck!" she felt the storm approaches. "Come!" she said seeing an abandoned barn in the middle of weeds. "If you don't want to die, you should move your crippled ass and follow me!"

"You give me orders as if you were the master and I the slave!"

"It is because I don't want you to die here. I would be punished by your gods. Endlessly, forevermore!" she said almost breathless.

He laughed while crawling.

They entered the barn and it was dark and full of dirt. They couldn't see an inch from their noses.

"Krýo! Krýo! Krýo! Krýo! Krýo! Cold! Cold! Cold! Cold! Cold!" she mumbled looking for some wood to make fire.

Isa found an old stool dry enough to start the fire.

"Your knife, give me!" she asked with a flint stone in her hand.

He gave her.

Isa then got some sparks in a bunch of dry hay. The embers then became full fire, lightening the place. Wet, she took off her dress once again and twisted the cloth far from the fire.

"It seems that you like to be naked in front of me!" he said cocky.

"I am freezing!" she said trembling.

"It is not that cold. Weak witch!" he said mocking her.

Her lips went purple.

"Keep close to the fire!" she said in low tone.

"You should be close to the fire. I am not the one trembling here!"

She then knelt close to the flames. Her skin went pale.

"The storm won't go away until tomorrow!" she said stretching out her hands over the fire.

"Then we shall sleep here tonight." he said taking away part of his clothes and his braces.

"We shall freeze tonight!" she retorted.

"Just come here, whining little monster!" he opened his arms.

"So you could strangle me?"

"Really?" he said with a disbelief face.

She crawled towards him, entering in his embrace to feel his warmth.

"I don't want you to freeze to death before you teach me everything!" and he started to rub his hands in her arms and back.

"You don't want me to die because you care about me and because I am the only witch you know!" she teased.

"Shut up!" he laughed a bit trying to muffle it.

"Your hands are rough." she said in a deep breath.

"Of cour..."

"I like it!" she interrupted and embraced him properly.

He blushed for the first time. His heart ran fast and loud, so loud that she could hear it. She smiled and the night fell.

They ate the apples they brought for the day and then they slept after feeding the fire enough for the dawn.

In that night she saw her homeland delivered to wolves. Ruin was on the way. Five of her brothers were killed and the remaining four were about to break the rest of the realm. It was the time for her return. "All hail the queen!" she heard from afar. A huge smile appeared on her face.

The storm dissipated at the first light of the day like Isa said. The two asleep beside the fire awoke with the croak of the ravens. She was still naked, but she felt no cold, for he kept her heated all night long. Their eyes met and she knew that the gods were among them during their sleep.

"We shall return to your place!" she said in excellent mood.

"What did you saw in your sleep?" he asked curious.

"I will only tell you when we arrive in Kattegat. I must see if today is the day!" she fully smiled.

The sun shone like never, blinding them for instants. She felt that it was the day.

Their way back to Kattegat was quiet. No one said a single word. When they arrived at the town, Isa saw an acquainted boat. Ivar saw her grin.

"What is it?" he asked confused when they stopped nearby the docks.

"It is my way home, to reclaim my faithful right!" she said glowing in happiness.

"What?" his eyes got bigger.

"I shall come back home to take my throne. I shall avenge my father and my mother!"

"Alone?" he surprised.

"The gods are with me. Not mine, but yours. I heard the call, you heard the ravens. Today is the day!" she shone even more.

"But..." he hesitated.

"I will go but I shall come back to you with two thousand men or even more, my best warriors, to join your army. Strangely I am bound to you in an unknown way. And all I know is that our paths shall lead us to the same fate!" she said gasp.

"Then you must go." and he stared down to his hands.

"Wait for me. I shall return in the day after the falling stars, at the early morning. You shall hear the horns of my arrival in the night before. Look at the horizon and you will see boats with black sails!" she smiled and he nodded.

"Prinkípissa Isanthya! Princess Isanthya!" the voices said through the docks.

"I promise!" she said and then kissed him tenderly, touching their foreheads at the end "Wait for me!" she whispered and left towards the men calling.

She ran to them.

"Eímai edó! Eímai edó! I am here! I am here!" she yelled.

"O pappoús tou mas eípe na doúme gi 'aftín to syntomótero íxere ti ékane tous adelfoús tou. Eínai éna thávma gia na to vreíte zontanós! Your grandfather told us to look for you as soon as he knew what your brothers did. It's a miracle to find you alive!" the captain said.

"Prépei na salpárei amésos. I ekdíkisi mou periménei! We must leave immediately. Revenge awaits me!" she ordered haughty.

"Aye!" the captain agreed and they left to the boat, leaving the entire city in doubt about what they just had witnessed.

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Tyr the Wanderer (Commission)

The following is a commission of a client’s OC and his friend’s OC. Some swearing is within and veeery mild sexual stuff.

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Tyr the Wanderer

It was a cool morning - clouds covered the sky entirely, and the air was chilled by a soft wind, but it didn’t look like rain. Not yet, at least, to the eyes of Tyr, as he strode through the woods alone, dressed in a dark cloak that covered his hulking form. Cold weather didn’t bother him TOO much, but, he wanted to be smart and prepared given the nature of everything that had happened recently to him and his people. His tribe…

Tyr sighed to himself. He was a large man, a giant standing at 6’7, with a build worthy of someone so tall. A beast of a being, with a hulking greatsword on his back, all of which together cast the image of someone your average person would think twice - perhaps even thrice - before messing with. That suited him just fine, since he wasn’t looking for trouble right now anyways. He was looking for work, a means to help his family and the remnants of his tribe, the friends and extended family he felt obligated to work for.

Tyr kept on going, silent and focused. He was heading to a town named Siriene, where he hoped to find some work.

Siriene was a decent-sized town, a community town where traders would go through rather frequently from what Tyr had heard of the place. On one side, it was a farming community, with cattle, horses, sheep, pigs, and so on, while on the other side was a mining community with several large caves within walking distance. And of course, there was a mountain region relatively close by - Siriene sat in the perfect spot for two different types of towns to coexist together without a problem.

Tyr knew more about the surrounding areas, in fact: the Darkstone Mountains, a large, rugged set of peaks, sat near Siriene, an oddly lush location filled to the brim with gems, iron, and other resources that the miners could go to safely, with several cave-like pathways that led to different locations around the mountain. And on the other end of Siriene, a series of flat, fertile land, a nameless place that stretched on rather far until it reached two intersecting rivers, so it made sense to use for farming purposes.

Tyr hoped either side of this bustling town would hold some work for him, enough to make coin and perhaps even get some food and other supplies for his family.

It was necessary, now more than ever, after his tribe and home had been attacked. So many of his friends, and even his poor father, had been slain during that attack…

Tyr came from a tribe called the Eternal Sun, a mixed race tribe that lived together in peace and harmony, rarely causing a fuss with surrounding towns or cities, and blessed, so was the legend, by the the God of the Sun HImself, Pelor, who oversaw the construction of their village, Tyr’s parents had always taught him and his siblings.

But having Pelor’s alleged favor did not protect them forever. Tyr had come to see that the hard way when the Black Bear Ravagers, a ‘tribe’ not unlike theirs, came to their village one day, seeking out dragon scales, something Tyr’s people had been collecting for ages. At first, it seemed like a simple negotiation, a trading of goods - this tribe, led by a Tiefling named Desdayne, wished to trade for the scales to utilize them for crafting purposes. But…

Tyr’s lips pursed as he remembered it all.

Desdayne had smiled when the trade started, all friendly and affable, but the moment the scales were brought out, when he saw WHERE the dragon scales were kept, he lashed out a blade with his tail and impaled the man bringing the scales to him through the throat with a dagger. That man had been Tyr’s father. From there, chaos.

Desdayne’s ‘tribe’ attacked. Men and women armed to the teeth and prepared for an assault. Tyr fought, as did his sisters, his mother, and many of his friends, but they were no match for the combined might of Desdayne’s forces. Their village was set ablaze, Tyr and his friends and family were wounded, and many of their own were killed. They fled, escaping while Desdayne stood triumphant, laughing with his murderous crew.

Tyr stopped walking for a moment and closed his eyes. How long ago had that been? Weeks? Months? It felt longer, but he could not quite recall, not fully.

He lost his father. Countless friends. And he lost a brother, too, from injuries after they had managed to escape. Tyr’s tribe - his family - was cut down to size. Only a handful of them had survived the attack, and those who survived had scattered into the wind to recover. Tyr and his sisters had done the same - one went north, another went southeast, while he went west, the goal being to meet up soon when they had money, enough money to put their funds together and buy some land or a house, something.

Tyr shook his head and cleared his mind of this, then continued on. Siriene wasn’t far.

When he got there, he was greeted by, to no surprise, a bustling town. People were out and about, businesses were open, shops had lines, and there were plenty of people casually chatting with one another. Tyr paid them no mind, even when some paused to eye him - he was used to that, so it didn’t bother him much at all.

He considered looking for work now, but instead opted to find the local park - he knew they had one from the rumors - and eat first. Then, off to look for actual work.

Mercenary work was often the easiest for a man of Tyr’s stature. He and his sisters were giants, each standing over 6’5, and with their burly physiques and skill sets all leaning toward warrior work, it was just easier that way to fight for a living. Tyr didn’t enjoy it as much as his sisters did - one loved the challenge and the thrill of it, while the other had a bloodthirsty streak that she thankfully put toward good uses rather than outright slaughtering. Tyr, though, preferred to finish things off without needless violence. He was good at that, though he knew how to fight just as well.

Tyr soon found the park, a beautiful place that seemed oddly where the farmland and the stoneland came together, with enough space for people and families to sit together and eat or for children to play.

“This is quite a nice park,” Tyr said to himself, noting all the families and friends having picnics throughout the area. He cracked the smallest of smiles. “...seems like a great place for a rest.”

He sat down and removed his cloak, letting it fall onto the grass behind him, then lowered his hulking greatsword so it sat beside him. Beneath his cloak, he’d been carrying a large sack of provisions, which he let fall to the other side. In it was water and food. He mused to himself that he hoped he’d be able to find something to do for coin in this town as he began to quietly eat - though he was large, he was very careful and deft when it came to all things mannerly. He took small bites, and he was always aware of everything he did. It was hard not to be when you were so damned big.

He sat there for a little while, eating and just taking in the sights. He tried not to think about the doom and gloom he’d felt for a long time now after the attack on his tribe, nor did he try to linger on the pain of those he lost. Those the others lost.

However, his placid musing was interrupted when he heard something - movement - behind him. And then, he felt someone’s hand creeping toward him, reaching for his coin purse. He was no fool, and though he was only half-elf, that was enough for his hearing to be strong enough. He reacted swiftly, shooting his hand out to grab onto the smaller hand trying to rob him.

“Trying to steal the gold of a poor man?” Tyr said, nonchalant despite the attempt of theft. “I have next to nothing on me. I’m a bit insulted.” He tsk-ed, then turned while holding the hand firmly, curious to get a look at the person who had decided to be brazen enough to steal from someone HIS size. “Let’s see…”

He turned and was greeted by the sight of an attractive Tiefling woman with deep-red skin - a gorgeous shade, if he said so himself - with long white hair. She was toned and, while short compared to someone Tyr’s size, not ‘tiny’ in any regard for a normal-sized humanoid being. She was also decked out in numerous bits of gold - her horns had gold covers on the tips and gold rings on them, and her ears, nose, and tail were pierced with gold jewelry. That, and she was dressed in black armor that fit her figure rather well.

A rogue, Tyr saw.

“Do you mind unhanding me?” the woman asked, looking only slightly irked by the fact Tyr had her wrist in one hand. “I would very much like my hand back, please.”

Tyr cracked the smallest of grins and let go. “Well, I must say, you’re quite the attractive thief. Or would-be thief, as it were.” He folded his arms. “I’m afraid you won’t be able to sneak up on me so easily, my dear. Dare I ask what your name is?”

She wriggled her wrist, eyeing him with a confident expression. One eyebrow rose. “Complimenting me after I tried to steal from you? You’re either a charmer or you’re wise to the tricks of my trade.”

“I suppose the answer depends on how you look at it,” Tyr replied, shrugging.

She snorted. “So you say.” She folded her arms, her expression remaining the same. “The name’s Claret, by the by. Not sure it’s any business of yours, but, there you have it.”

“And you wished to rob me, Claret?” Tyr asked.

“Obviously,” Claret replied. She rolled her eyes and waved a hand at him dismissively. “I mean, no offense, but usually bear-sized men like you tend to be lumbering oafs with little to no sense when it comes to speedy fingers like mine. I suppose I should give you props for being perceptive, so,” she gave him a small clap, “I applaud you.”

Tyr just arched one eyebrow at the woman.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” Claret said. “I mean it - I do feel you’re worthy of some applause for catching me.” She smirked. “Ah, but, to the point - since you were skilled enough to keep me from picking your pocket, would you be willing to give me a hand?”

Tyr’s eyebrows knitted together now. “You want me to help you? Truly?”

“Yup,” Claret said.

“And how do I know you won’t take another attempt at pickpocketing me, hmm?” Tyr asked.

Claret’s smirk didn’t fade one bit. “You have my word as a lady.” She bowed then, with at least some air of respect and meaning.

Tyr squinted somewhat. “Hmm.”

He was not the sort of man to be fooled so easily by a woman, no matter how attractive or skilled or whatever she may or may not be. His sisters were proof enough, the two giant brutish women possessing skills he did not, and they knew it as well as he did. Still, he supposed it wasn’t like she could cause him TOO much trouble. Nothing compared to the trouble he’d already dealt with, anyways.

Tyr stood up. “I don’t know if I can trust that, in truth.”

Claret’s smirk seemed to grow. “Oh, you wound me, good sir. I assure you, I am highly trustworthy when I’ve got no reason to steal from you.”

“Uh huh.” Tyr shook his head, then reached into his coin pouch. “You know, here.” He handed her fifty gold pieces. “Take this, and leave me be, please. I don’t want any trouble.”

Claret eyed the gold, a look of surprise forming on her face. She frowned and folded her arms without taking the pieces. “Now, why would you give me gold after I tried to steal it from your pocket in the first place?”

“Well, were I a typical ‘big oaf,’ you would’ve succeeded,” Tyr said.

Claret’s smirk returned. “And I was so sure you wouldn’t hear me.”

Tyr cracked a small grin. “Well, if you’d rather not accept the gold…”

“Oh, I shall.” She snatched the gold from his hand and put it into her pocket. “I would say a fool and his gold were parted, but, you DID offer it to me. Still, next time, if I decide to give it another shot, I ASSURE you, you won’t hear me.”

Tyr gave a little laugh. “Gorgeous AND cocky, I see.”

“It’s only cockiness if it’s false,” Claret said. “I’m one of the best at what I do - that’s no boast, my giant friend, that’s the fucking truth.”

“Yes, well, anyways,” Tyr said. “I’m sure you have other things to do right now than entertain someone like me. Places to go, people to rob, and so on.” He sat back down, seeing no reason to be standing before someone her size.

Claret snickered. “That I do, handsome. Perhaps I’ll see you later, Tyr.”

She patted his forearm, then vanished when Tyr blinked.

“...did I tell her my name?” Tyr asked himself, frowning. “I don’t think I did. Curious…”

Tyr sat there for a moment thinking - he did not recognize this Claret, nor did her name sound familiar, nor did he recall ever hearing about a red-skinned Tiefling thief with long white hair. The fact she was a Tiefling did not bother him, though, despite the pain caused upon him by the man named Desdayne. His lips twitched when he thought of the Tiefling warrior, recalling the scars, the glint in the yellow eyes…

‘No,’ he thought, shoving this away. Now was not the time.

Instead, he went back to eating. The weather was still nice despite the cloud coverage, and though it was still a tad windy, it was a nice wind. Still no rain, nor did it appear to be raining any time soon from what Tyr could see. He didn’t mind either way and finished his meal before retrieving his things and standing once more. Now that he’d eaten, it was time to look through the town in full for some paying work. There ought to have been something.

Of course, as he began to search, his thoughts returned to the strange Tiefling woman. She knew his name, and she’d attempted to steal from him, HIM, of all people, despite his size and the fact he did not look like your average simple-minded person. He wondered if she was a member of Desdayne’s group. A relative? He did not know, and he didn’t want to assume that much simply because both were Tieflings.

‘Mother always told us that judging others was wrong,’ Tyr thought, glancing around at townspeople doing their own thing around him.

It helped that he had been belittled and bullied, along with his sisters, for their towering size when they were children. And their mother wasn’t tiny, either - Tyr recalled a story his mother told him of how, when she was young, she had always been fairly tall compared to many of the elves in her community, and there were some who sneered at her, some who picked on her, some who thought her stupid or freakish for her size. Oh, she had her strength and her muscle, enough to keep physical threats practically non-existent. But the emotional threats and the insults, they stung her, until one day.

One day, Tyr’s mother had enough and lashed out, using her strength and the rage one would expect from a giant of an elf, and she made them suffer for their barbs and their mockery. But she overdid it, causing more harm needlessly than was necessary. It was only after, upon being scolded for her actions - and the other elven children the same for their cruelty - that his mother had decided to never raise a hand in rage again, not against petty ire or childish teasing.

She set about to prove the other elven children she was not some giant bully nor some slow-witted fool, and this, in turn, mended the wounds inflicted. Many of the children grew remorseful for their treatment of her, and they apologized, as she did for hurting them. Friendships grew from the seeds of mean-spiritedness, and it showed both her and the others that there was no sense in judging based on looks.

Tyr kept this in mind, for he did not feel hatred or resentment toward Tieflings in general - no, he despised only the man known as Desdayne and his cruel ‘gang,’ of which there had been humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, and more.

The only thing that surprised Tyr was how Desdayne had such a diverse gang of bullies, and how he seemed to actually care about their well-being, since any who had been injured during the fight with Tyr’s tribe, Desdayne had personally interfered to save and allow them to retreat. How odd it was that a man who killed his kin was capable of caring like that. It bothered Tyr, but, he again pushed this aside. Now was time for seeking work, not for dwelling on painful - or confusing - thoughts.

Tyr wandered about Siriene for a few minutes. He pondered his possibilities as he took in the town. There was a local tavern, and multiple shops and stalls, which presented the possibility for varying sorts of work. Tyr was about to head into the tavern to start with when he heard something - it was distant, but his ears picked it up.

“Oi! Watch where you’re going, demonspawn!”

Tyr frowned. He turned toward the source of the voice, which was deeper into town, down an alley of all things. He walked down the alley without a shred of fear for his own safety and soon stumbled across a scene he knew all too well - five thuggish looking people, three men and two women, surrounding a Tiefling woman and her little child.

“Please, we meant no disrespect,” the Tiefling woman said. She held the little boy close to her, protectively, her tail swishing around. Though her tone was calm and held a note of fear in it, her eyes were dark and cold, and she looked ready to fight if she needed to.

“Then you bloody well ought to watch yourself,” one of the women said. “Fucking hornscum.”

Tyr’s frown deepened. Two of the thugs were human, the other three were elves. None of them looked like the type of people who would leave something alone, and they were all glowering at the Tiefling woman and her boy like fresh meat in needed of being cut into pieces. Tyr knew those types - natural born thugs, not a speck of morality or mercy in their fetid bodies. He was no saint, but, if he could help…

Tyr sauntered up to them, casually. “Excuse me, ma’am.” He addressed the Tiefling woman, whose eyes shot to him. “Are these petty thugs bothering you?”

The centermost thug, an elf, snorted. “And what the fuck are you going to…” He turned and actually got a look at Tyr, his words trailing off somewhat. “...do about it…”

The others noticed Tyr as well. Their reactions were similar to the man before him.

Tyr shrugged. “Well, I’m sure you have enough of a functioning brain to see I’m not without the means of fighting you. I’m sure there’s no need for that, though, is there?” He glanced around at the five rattled individuals. “I mean, I COULD just toss you around for a while, if it really has to come to that. But I don’t think it needs to, does it?”

The five of them glanced around at one another. Clearly, they were considering it, but Tyr could tell they weren’t entirely convinced. He imagined if they had the guts to do it, they’d gang up on him, five on one. Of course, such odds weren’t pleasant to consider, yet Tyr could tell from a cursory look that the Tiefling mother would jump in as well - she gave him that look, her body poised to leap to action if such a thing happened.

‘Just like Mom said,’ Tyr thought, smiling inwardly, though on the outside, his expression was stoic and collected.

“Who are you supposed to be?” the elf male before him asked. “Protector of the weak?”

“He don’t look like no guard,” another male said, one of the humans.

“Sure as shit don’t look like anyone around here,” the second woman added, another elf.

Tyr shrugged again. “I’m just passing through. But when I see cretins harassing people for no good reason, that tends to catch my attention.”

“Fucking wanker,” the first woman said. “You think you can scare us with your size?”

She leapt at him, drawing a weapon as she did. Tyr, though, reacted by grabbing her by the shirt and throwing her behind him like a sack of feathers. She smacked into a wall and collapsed to the ground, groaning as she did. Tyr hardly reacted to this, and, for good measure, grabbed the elf man in front of him and did the same - he landed smack on top of her. The other three froze up. Three against one was much better odds in favor of Tyr, and they seemed to be aware of this.

“Shit,” one of the males cursed.

Tyr cracked his neck side to side. “Wll you lot trouble this lady and her child any longer?”

The three of them scurried over to their two fallen comrades, hoisting them both up.

“No, no trouble here, friend,” the elf male leader, who seemed dazed, said.

“N-n-no! No trouble!” the female he’d flung said.

“Good,” Tyr said. “Now, be good and don’t let me catch you doing this again, to ANYONE. I won’t be so nice the next time, you can believe me on that much.”

“Let’s, uh, get on our way, gang,” the main elf said. “Lest this giant halfbreed get angrier…”

Tyr arched one eyebrow at the slur, but the five of them fled before another word could be said. Tyr watched them go, kicking up dust as they ran out of the alley and booked it right out of town. He listened for a moment before he cracked a wry grin and turned back to the Tiefling woman and her child.

“Are you two alright?” Tyr asked, slowly walking over to them.

“Stinking bastards,” the Tiefling woman said, growling under her breath. She checked her son, hugging the little boy close to her, before she stood and relaxed. “Yes, I’m alright. Thank you, sir.” She bowed to him. “You didn’t have to do that for us.”

“Ah, but, I did,” Tyr said. “What’s the use in having this size if I can’t put it to good use helping others?”

She smiled at this. “Thank you.” She looked down at her son. “Say ‘thank you’ to the nice man, sweetie.”

The boy looked up at him with big eyes. “Th-thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome, lad,” Tyr said, bowing to both the boy and his mother.

“You’re so big,” the boy whispered. “And so strong.”

Tyr smiled and knelt down so he was closer to the boy’s eye level. “Maybe someday you’ll be big and strong like me, eh? But you know, you don’t need to be tall or have muscles to be strong, lad.” He reached out and pointed at the boy’s chest. “That in there, that’s where strength comes from. Be good, to yourself and to those around you, and you’ll be just as strong as me. Even stronger, maybe.”

“Okay,” the boy said softly.

The Tiefling mother chuckled. “Until then, you’re my cute little babe.” She scooped the boy into her arms and smiled warmly at Tyr. “My thanks again, sir. Now, I ought to find my wife. She’ll be worried sick if we don’t get home soon, I’m sure.”

Tyr nodded and stood up. “That’s quite fine. I should be going as well.”

“Thank you,” the Tiefling woman said once more. “It’s wonderful when my wife is proven right, that we shouldn’t assume things based on one’s race. Of course, seeing as how she’s human, that speaks for itself.” She sighed fondly as her boy snuggled up to her. “Please, if you see me again, feel free to come say ‘hello.’ And do say ‘hello’ if you see me with my wife and children. I’m sure she’ll want to thank you, too.”

“Of course, ma’am,” Tyr said.

He watched the Tiefling woman carry her son away. It was a bit strange to hear that a Tiefling and a human were together, but he chuckled to himself for thinking that when he and his siblings were half-human, half-elf in the first place. It warmed his heart to know there were other pairs out there like that - he was happy he’d helped her.

“Well, aren’t you the sweet one, Tyr?”

Tyr was startled by the voice and turned to see Claret a few feet away, sitting on some sort of ledge, a bottle of beer in her tail. She was smirking as she eyed him from the shadows - Tyr wondered how long she’d been there.

“You again,” Tyr said neutrally.

“Me again,” Claret replied. She downed the bottle, then tossed it to the ground before leaping from where she was perched to land before him. “I must admit, I’m surprised to see you standing up for strangers. I’m equally surprised you didn’t smash those shitheads’ faces in.” Her smirk turned dangerous. “I would’ve if I were your size. Granted, my style is more about speed and finesse. Dagger in the throat or the belly, get nice and bloody while I watch the life drain from their scummy eyes.”

Tyr shrugged. “I saw no need for violence. I figured a show of strength would be enough, though I admit, the fact none of them were bright enough to use their numbers against me did wonders. For one to attack without provocation, and without even thinking, showed me how little a threat they truly were.”

“I still wanted to shank each of them,” Claret said. She paused and belched, then grinned. “Ahhh. Much better. And excuse me.”

“How ladylike,” Tyr said playfully.

She snorted. “Coming from a man who just tossed a woman like that? You ought to be ashamed, putting your hands on a lady.” Her smirk returned full force.

Tyr rolled his eyes. “You know, I grew up with two sisters. They were both as big and strong as I was, and we roughhoused and fought all the time. While I would never go and strike a lady without reason, I know better than to not defend myself against a woman who intends to do me harm or worse, regardless of her size.” He shrugged once more. “Besides, I have seen plenty of women smaller than I who could have killed me. Quite a few of them tried. Some even came rather close…”

“I’m mostly giving you shit,” Claret said. “Far be it from a woman like me who robs and backtabs almost religiously to try and pull the ‘gender’ card on someone.”

Silence fell. Claret studied him for a long moment, an odd look in her eyes.

“As much as it pains me, I do have to be sincere in offering you some praise,” she said after that moment passed. “For you to defend a Tiefling and her child like that… I don’t usually expect non-Tieflings to give a fuck. I’ve seen it far too often in the past.”

“I see no reason not to,” Tyr said. “One’s race does not signify whether they are worth being helped in my book. Besides, I’m a by-product of the union between an elf warrior and a human healer, as are my siblings. And, if that weren’t enough, one of my sisters has a female Tiefling for a lover, while the other has a human male. So, there was no reason for me NOT to help.”

Claret folded her arms. “I heard that woman say she was married to a human, too. Strange. I don’t know that I like it. But, I suppose I shouldn’t judge.” She sighed. “Here.”

She dug into her pocket and pulled out the fifty gold pieces, extending her hand out to Tyr.

“Take your stinking gold,” Claret said. Her tone softened. “After seeing that display of kindness toward a Tiefling you didn’t know, I have to painfully admit I feel a bit bad for attempting to steal from you. I assumed you were just a sweaty oaf, and now, I’ve had to eat crow twice over. My ego is displeased, but, I’d rather you take your gold back.”

Tyr looked at the gold coins in her outstretched hand and considered for a moment, then shook his head and gently pushed her hand back. “Keep it. I can always earn more gold by getting work, which is the reason I came here anyways.”

Claret furrowed her brow. “You sure?”

“Yes,” Tyr said. He offered her a warm smile. “I insist. Take it for yourself. Perhaps then you won’t need to rob from anyone for a while, hm?”

Claret stared at him for a minute or so before she put the gold away. “Well, aren’t you the charitable sort?” She shook her head, then reached out to touch his forearm. “You’ve been quite kind to me, big guy. I’m not used to that sort of thing, so I do appreciate it. I’ll see you around, Tyr.”

Tyr was able to ask how she knew his name, but she vanished the instant he blinked, leaving him alone in the alley.

“How the hell does she do that?” Tyr muttered to himself, before the answer presented itself rather obviously. “Hmph. Of course. Bloody rogues.”

That always seemed to be the way with rogues - one with the shadows, skilled in speed, stealth, and popping up when you least expected them to, then vanishing all the same. It was annoying to fight, but, he supposed he was thankful she wasn’t trying to kill him. Rogues were difficult to deal with when your skills were primarily focused on strength and endurance. Rogues were faster, smarter, and far more cunning, after all.

But for now, Tyr was left to his own devices, and left the alley, heading back to the tavern to ask around for work. And he was in luck - Tyr was able to strike up a negotiation with a farmer currently at the tavern to relax. The man was looking for someone to assist him, and Tyr was both capable and eager to work for some coin.

A few hours later, Tyr was heading to the local inn - he’d stopped there to book a room for himself with the coin given to him by the farmer, a down payment for the work Tyr promised to do for the man - when Tyr spotted none other than Claret once again.

Only this time, instead of the crafty Tiefling sneaking up on him, she was running from several guards. Tyr blinked a few times, surprised by the sight, but without thinking, he moved forward and slipped into an alley - the very same alley he’d helped the Tiefling woman and her son, then seen Claret previously.

Tyr waited, biding his time until Claret’s footsteps grew louder. With a burst of raw speed one would not expect from a man of his size, Tyr reached out and snagged Claret, then briskly brought her deeper into the alley to hide. Of course, Claret did not know it was him, as she bit down into his hand and used her tail to wrap tightly around his arm.

Tyr shrugged the pain off and stopped once he was certain they were hidden, at which point he lowered the hood of his cloak. Claret saw this, recognized his face, and released both her teeth from his knuckles and her tail from crushing his other arm.

“Thank you,” Tyr said. He shook his hand off and rubbed the other arm with it.

Claret spat to the side. “Your hands stink.”

“I was at a farm earlier, demonstrating my skills to a farmer,” Tyr said plainly. “I intended to wash them at the inn I’m staying at.” He blinked. “And you’re welcome, by the way.”

She scowled at him. “I could’ve handled those louts, you know.”

“I don’t DOUBT that,” Tyr said. “But even so, this is much simpler, don’t you agree? What’d you do to them, by the way?” He chuckled. “Try to rob one and got caught?”

“Please,” Claret said. “You catching me is a once in a long, LONG time event, my friend, and you’d best not forget it. Though it sounds like something I would do, I wasn’t trying to rob them, at least not at that moment.” She folded her arms and scowled. “No, I was walking along, minding my own business when they began making jeers at me. One in particular was rather nasty with his tone and his tongue. I think he was drunk.”

“Mm.” Tyr frowned. “A guard drunk on the job? Never a good thing.”

“No, especially when the drink reveals him to be a racist piece of shit,” Claret said. “I can take sexist remarks in stride because I know I’m often better than the fuckwads who use them. But racial remarks? No. Any who derides my Tiefling blood, or any Tiefling, will be met with my full ire. Of course, being guards, I couldn’t exactly threaten the assholes. So I flipped them off.” She shrugged. “You see how that ended.”

“Strange,” Tyr said. “That many guards acting so despicably?”

Claret sneered. “Oh, sweet Tyr. You must not have much experience in this rotten, stinking world we live in. Plenty of people in power are disgusting creatures. These guards aren’t outliers in the slightest, TRUST me on that one.”

“Surely there are just guards here,” Tyr said. “Men and women who value Tiefling lives as much as any other, who would defend you or stand by your side.”

“Some,” Claret said, her tone semi-reluctant. “I have met and spoken to friendly guards in this town, and others. And while I hate to say it, not EVERY rich person or upper class person is vile. Hell, I’ve met plenty of rich Tieflings who were racist toward others - I thought I would be fine with that, but I quickly learned it pisses me off even more.”

Tyr smiled a little at this. “So what did they say?”

“The one that started the fuss called me… well. Let’s just say the end word rhymes with ‘runt,’ and we’ll leave it at that,” Claret replied. She waved a hand. “It’s done now.”

Tyr’s smile dropped. He was about to speak when he heard the guards finally run by the alley, running down the street, likely thinking Claret had gone and turned a corner.

Tyr sighed. “It’s done, for now.”

“I suppose,” Claret said. “But, uh. Thank you, again. You’ve helped me twice today.”

“Twice indeed,” Tyr said with a chuckle. “Not that I’m counting. Rather than run off, though, perhaps you’d be willing to come with me to the tavern? Surely a single drink with me wouldn’t be such a bad way to repay my ‘charitable’ acts as you call them. And I, in return, would get to share a drink with a gorgeous woman like yourself.”

Claret giggled. “Such a charmer.”

“When I wish to be,” Tyr said.

“You flatter me too much,” Caret said. “Very well. A drink sounds lovely. Though perhaps you’d like to wash your hands first before touching anything else, hm?”

Tyr chortled. “Of course.”

The two walked together toward the tavern, linking arms like a cute couple would despite being relative strangers. It was quite the sight to see, naturally, such a big man and a Tiefling together like that, but besides a few stray glances, most people didn’t bat an eye at it, and once they entered the tavern, they received hardly any attention.

Claret found them a table in the corner that was out of sight from a good chunk of the tavern patrons. Tyr first washed his hands, as he’d intended to, then ordered six large beers for each of them - twelve altogether, which he could drink without any trouble.

When he returned to the table where Claret was, she whistled at the amount of booze Tyr was carrying. “Hot damn, that’s a lot of beer for just one person. I do hope you’re planning to share all those?”

He nodded. “Of course, I’m not THAT big a drinker.”

She folded her arms. “How’s about we make this more fun, then? A drinking match? Granted, I’ll wipe the floor with your sorry ass, handsome, so if you opt to back out, I understand why.” She gave a hearty laugh. “What do you say?”

“Stop right there,” Tyr said. “It’ll be me that stands as the victor for that, Claret.”

“Ha!” She snorted. “Please. As if someone like you could out-drink ME. Just because you’re big doesn’t mean you’ve got a bigger or stronger stomach, my man.”

“You’re on, then,” Tyr said. “But, let’s take our time, why don’t we? After all, what’s the point in having a drink at all if we don’t at least get to know one another a little better.”

“Very well,” Claret said, gesturing for him to pass the booze.

The two clanged glasses and began their first drink each. Tyr drank slow, feeling no pressure to win a simple contest, especially when he was, though quiet about it, confident in his ablities to drink more beer than Claret. Their size difference was part of the reason for this reassurance, but the other was that he was already used to drinking heavy amounts - he and his family had done it all the damned time!

His mother once said that she had grown up drinking ale, mead, and beer like normal beings drank water - she was so good at it that she could drink almost half a brewery’s worth of alcohol and still be awake and aware. This apparently was passed onto her children.

Claret downed half of her mug in a few gulps, then belched with pride. She wiped her mouth, then noticed some of the scars Tyr had on his face, arms, and his chest through the black fur vest he was wearing.

“So,” Claret said. “How’d you end up with all those scars?” She gestured to all the scars Tyr had on display. “And that vest. Is that bear fur?”

Tyr nodded. “It is. Years ago, when I was a bit younger, there was this nasty little bastard who liked to kill some of my tribe’s cattle. A few tried to chase it off, but they wound up injured because this was no ordinary bear - it was a Murkscale Bear, if you’ve heard of those before.”

Claret made a face. “Murk… scale? That sounds like you just pulled it out of your ass.”

“Trust me, they’re very real,” Tyr said, his tone serious for a moment. “They’re a very rare breed, born from magic about five hundred years ago according to what I’ve researched. Seems there was once a sorceror who accidentally wound up using magic to merge a bear and a crocodile into a single creature. The murkscale was the end result, though the name was chosen much later on, when that creature bred with normal bears.”

“Strange,” Claret said. “What does this so-called murkscale look like?”

“Murkscale bears are named such because they are very dark-furred,” Tyr said. “Theirs is more of a murky gray color, with hints of green, but there is also the fact it has scales. Its stomach is covered in dark scales, while its backside is all fur. They’re large and brutish creatures, bigger and hungrier than normal bears. That’s what makes them more aggressive, that and their big jaws. Suffice to say, not an easy beast to deal with.”

“You had one near your tribe?” Claret asked.

“There was a den of them, but, until this time, they’d left us alone,” Tyr said. “This fella was the first to be a bother because he ventured too far, ended up close to where we were staying at the time. And after the damage he caused, I stepped in to deal with him.”

Claret frowned. “Okay, I call bullshit. You’re pulling my leg.”

Tyr laughed jovially. “Maybe a tiny bit.”

“The truth, then?”

“It was a murkscale bear, that much is true,” Tyr said. “And I did deal with it. It was just, it took time because every time a group of us went to its den, it was long gone, as if it knew when to expect us. The only reason I was able to deal with it is because I actually went out one night when it was alone, hunting. We fought, and the end result is these scars and the vest you see before you.”

“It’s just fur, though,” Claret said, giving the vest a glance over. “I see no scales.”

Tyr grinned and removed the vest, opening it so she could see - the inside was indeed made of scales, very smooth, dark scales. Claret looked utterly boggled by the sight.

“Holy shit,” Claret said. “These things exist?!”

Tyr laughed again. “They do! I’m not fibbing about that, I assure you.”

“Seems you’ve got a badass streak in you, don’t you?” Claret asked. “But you aren’t alone there.”

She grinned and removed the armor covering her left forearm, revealing slash-like scars, three in fact. She then removed the glove from her right hand, revealing a single, very large scar in the center on both the back of her hand and her palm.

“Damn,” Tyr said. “How’d those happen?”

“The first few years of my trade were rough,” Claret said. “These,” she gestured to the scars on her left arm, “came about because I got careless during a break-in I was performing with an accomplice. We both got sloppy, made mistakes, and when we were caught, there was a fight. And this?” She gestured to her right hand. “When I was a child, I got a sword through the hand by an asshole guard captain because he believed I had stolen something I didn’t.”

Tyr winced. “Ouch…”

“I lost feeling in my hand,” Claret said. “Had to train myself to use my left hand for everything. My hand eventually recovered after several years, but the scar remained. Fortunately, it’s given me a few perks, like being completely ambidextrous. Though, between you and I, my left-handed fighting skills are far sharper, far faster, and far deadlier.”

“Then it’s a good thing we aren’t fighting each other,” Tyr said, chuckling. “I have to say, you’re quite a tough lady.” He winked. “Now then. Would you like to start our match, officially?”

Claret blinked a few times, glancing at the half-drunk mug in front of her and the one in front of Tyr. Tyr chortled and waved a hand over to the barkeeper, who had a woman come over to refill both mugs without a word. Once she walked off, Tyr smiled.

“Smart,” Claret. “And sure.” She cracked her knuckles. “Like I said, Tyr. I’m going to wipe the floor with your hulking ass. You don’t stand a chance of winning.”

“Such a cocky lady,” Tyr said, laughing to himself. “I love. Well, ladies first.”

“Ha. Not only big, strong, and charitable, but chivalrous? Adorable.”

Claret grabbed the newly filled mug and downed the beer inside with barely any trouble, guzzling it down in a matter of seconds. Tyr was impressed, but not enough for a big reaction - he’d seen quicker drinkers in his time. Claret then set the mug down, sighing.

“There,” Claret said, and she burped once, giggling to herself. “Your turn, handsome.”

Tyr didn’t waste any time in throwing his drink down his throat, then set the empty mug down, gently. He dabbed his face with a napkin and grabbed the next. “Your turn.”

Claret snorted. “It appears I’m going to need to up my game. Very well then.”

She grabbed both of her remaining mugs and proceeded to drink one after the other, not even bothering to stop to breathe. Tyr was finally taken aback by the display, staring in disbelief at the fact a woman of her size could drink so much alcohol in such a short amount of time. Claret then slammed the two empty mugs down and let another burp rip from her mouth, loud enough that it rang throughout the bar.

Some of the patrons, men and women, either laughed or raised their mugs to her, or both at once. Claret took a bow, then smirked at the befuddled Tyr.

“Bloody hell,” Tyr said. “Seems you’re more than just a gorgeous woman with an ego and an earnest supply of skill, but you can hold your liquor, too. And an impressive set of vocal cords, it would appear.”

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” Claret said.

Tyr laughed and proceeded to up the ante by doing the same, only with a bit more speed. He had been surprised, sure, but he wasn’t SLOW at drinking. Oh no, not when you had a mother and two sisters who drank like it was going out of style the next day.

Claret scowled, but nodded nonetheless. “Seems we’re at a bit of a draw, then. I’d say we should stop there. No need to get so shitfaced we spend all our gold. Or worse.”

“Agreed,” Tyr said. “I think we should call it quits, like you said. I’d rather not end this night wasted and poor, or thrown in jail.” He laughed heartily. “I’m actually fairly placid and aware when I drink too much, though, so I doubt I’d be TOO much of a problem.”

“I’m worse,” Claret said, giggling. “I lose the filter on my mouth AND my ego.”

“Funny, I’m not surprised,” Tyr said.

Claret scoffed and flipped him off. “Don’t get cute with me, big man.”

“Never!” Tyr said, grinning wide. “But, on a more serious note.” His expression softened. “Tell me something, Claret. It’s already night. If I may be so bold as to ask, would you like to come up with me to my room?”

Claret’s eyes widened, and she stared at the giant half-elf for a long moment of genuine silence - well, silence between them, not the tavern as a whole. Slowly, her features smoothed over, though her cheeks seemed to grow darker. It was hard to tell given her red skin, but it looked like from her eyes that she was blushing, much to Tyr’s amusement.

“My, my, Tyr. That’s mighty forward of you,” Claret said with a giggle.

Tyr smiled. “You know, I’ve come to see that in many cases, it’s better to take the initiative where it presents itself - so long as WHEN it presents itself is at the right time. Had we met any other way, or perhaps if you had a different personality, I would not be so bold in asking such a question. And really, when I say ‘my room,’ it means whatever we decide it to mean. The answer is entirely up to you, my dear, not me.”

“I appreciate that you would give me such a choice,” Claret said. “Some would assume, and from those assumptions, make a fool of themselves. I’ve seen it. I’ve… done it, too.”

Tyr waved a hand. “It’s your decision, on all fronts.”

“Very well,” Claret said. “I would be happy to share a room with a man such as you. Though I admit,” she leaned forward, grinning, “I’m not sure I’d be able to conquer a mountain of a man without some trouble. Do you promise you’ll be gentle?”

He smiled. “There’s no need to fear, Claret. Though I am large, I tend to prefer giving the reins to whomever I bed. Dominance is not my forte, and it has never been, unless it deals with the matter of protecting, defending, or surviving.”

Claret laughed. “Well, then. That suits me just fine. Shall we?”

The two left the table of the tavern and went to the inn, fortunately located right beside the tavern as an almost-but-not-quite separate building. They went up to Tyr’s room, and after some simple bonding, they made love. It was a passionate act between them, not perfect by any means, but pleasant enough for both individuals.

Tyr gave Claret control, as he had said, and she took full advantage of this. Yet she was a genuinely good lover, gentle, if firm, in most ways. Afterwards, they fell asleep together, ending the night on a high, soothing note.

Night soon came to an end, and morning was around the corner.

The sun peered through the curtains of the room. Claret was the first to stir of the pair, the Tiefling rogue slowly coming to. Her first thought when her mind woke up was that she was next to someone else. The second, more aware thought, was one of sheer panic when she realized she was still in bed with Tyr. That was… different.

Claret was the type of woman who sought what she wanted and GOT what she wanted in most cases, and that included the subject of sex as well. Sexual encounters were common for her, often with men, but every now and then, a woman if she were in the mood. Yet the one thing that never changed was the fact Claret always left when the deed was done, usually early in the morning. She would leave, often with a note that she wrote the night before, in most cases, her being genuine in sincerely thanking them for a good night, for treating her well, and wishing them all the luck in the world.

It was a preference, of course. A lifetime of trust issues made growing attached difficult to anyone, so when she chose someone to give her body to, she felt it was only right she give a tiny piece of her heart to that person. But this… this time, she had forgotten to write a note, forgotten to wake herself up early in the morning. Now here she was.

“Well, shit,” she muttered to herself.

Tyr wasn’t like the others. True, she had met and made love with some fabulous, decent, well-rounded people. She could not deny it, nor would she, even with her pride disliking the notion. Yet Tyr… Tyr went above and beyond those people. There was just something about him that compelled her not to freak out and just leave here and now.

She sighed and peeled herself out of the bed. Tyr’s big arms were, well, big, but not hard to break from. Claret shrugged out of her nightwear and instead got into her armor, taking her time rather than rushing as she might’ve otherwise.

Tyr stirred at that point, the big man yawning and stretching. Claret was amazed at how oddly dainty he was in his actions. For such a bear of a person, he was very soft-spoken, very gentle, very… careful, she supposed.

Tyr sat up very gradually, at the moment Claret was dressed. He rubbed his eyes. “Leaving so soon, Claret?”

“Something of that nature,” Claret said, casually.

“And here I thought we had something special.” He laughed at this, a soft, flirtatious laugh, though his face was still sleepy, and hs eyes half-closed.

Claret hid her smile. “We do, I suppose. But I’m not ready yet, not for anything serious.” Her smile faded somewhat. “I don’t know when I will be. If I will be.” She shook this off and walked over to kiss Tyr on the cheek. “You are a… surprisingly splendid man, Tyr.”

Tyr eyed her for a long moment. “I never did ask how you knew my name, you know.”

She chuckled. “Ah, that. Well, one of the few beings in this world I trust, one of my very few friends, is a Tiefling. And she happens to be the betrothed of your sister, Freya.”

“Ahhh. You know Korva.”

“I do,” Claret said. “But, maybe next time, we can talk more. I have to go. There’s just so much stuff to steal out there. So many gems and jewels and riches galore - I can’t get filthy stinking rich if I don’t get them, now can I?” She giggled, then, agan grew somber and turned away from him. “Please, don’t try finding me. I’ll find you first, big guy.”

He blushed a little. “I mean, I’m sure you will. I’m hard to miss.”

“That’s for damn sure,” Claret said, giggling again. “Take care of yourself. And…”

Silence fell.

“And…?” Tyr said.

Claret sighed. “Don’t wait for me. If you find someone else… don’t wait for me.” She turned back to smile at him. “Until next time, Tyr. If there is a next time.”

Tyr blinked, and she was gone in a flash. He frowned and glanced around, yet there was no sign of her. The door was untouched, the windows in the room untouched, and Tyr could not sense or see any trace of magic.

He laid back onto the bed. “Until next time indeed, you gorgeous rogue.”

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#commission #commisions open #fantasy #d&d oc

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marowreck-archive · 7 years

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Pokemon starters

A masterlist 2017 by me and a friend. Context: On a bus, bored, discussing pokémon. Roasting 90% of them.

Enormous list under the keep reading. Warning for bad opinions, and smoking?? no idea. Just read it. You will know what i mean.

Pikachu: pika. that means dick. electrick dick pokemon. i hate pikachus with a passion. Raichu: i like raichus. fat, fat rats.

Bulbasaur: Cannabis cat frog Ivysaur: Cannabis cat frog with a flower on head Venusaur: Illegal cannabis plantation on a forest cat turtle frog

Charmander: Lizard on fire Charmeleon: Slightly bigger lizard on fire Charizard: Flying lizard. on fire.

Squirtle: Turtle Wartortle: Slightly bigger turtle Blastoise: warturtle tank

Chikorita: Giant uhh uh plant uh whatever it is i ate one once Bayleef: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh girafe with uh seed necklace Flowey Megalovania 2015: HOLY SHIT THE PLANT EAT ASS

Cyndaquil: Mouse on fire 4chan 2016 ao som de gta san andreas youtube Quilava, quipassa, quisseca: Bigger Rat on fire. Typhfphfphfphfphfhfplosion: wingless flaming uhhhhhhhhh winglesss buzzard Totodile: alligator. bigger totodile: another alligator. big aligattor: big alligartor.

Treecko: Chameleon smoking a joint Grovyle: that thing but with a leaf Sceptile: that thing but with a leaf and a forest butt

Torchic: Somebody forgot the stove on and the chicken burned how do i fix it Combusken: hot cock on fire Blaziken: taekwondo hell chicken. on fire.

Mudkip: i will pretend it doesnt exist. such a failure. what is even this thing. no. *me, crying* i love him Marshtomp: it. uh. uhhhhhhh exists. Shrek: GET OUT OF MY SWAMP

the turtle; i dont care enough about it but it is a turtle the other turtle: slightly bigger turtle i don tlike them: coconot turtl

Monkey: Monkey on fire Monkey: flaming yellow fever Monkey: another monkey on fire but it fights

Piplup: 🅱️enguin. cute. piplup with r: 🅱️igger 🅱️enguin Napoleoff: 🅱️ig 🅱️ig 🅱️enguin, em🅱️eror, 🅱️apoleon

Snivy: pride snek Im not remembering the name: biggy pride confident snek Superior: confident snek snek pridey and big ego and no hands

Pig: fried bacon Fat pig: is fat bacon I dislike the fact that this is a fighting pig: another fighting animal.

Oshawott: useless *ME CRYING* STOP. THIS IS HOW WE OTTER POP Dewott: NO IM NOT ROASTING MY SON Threewott: SHUT UPP

Chespin: the hat thing on the back is assymetrical my big fat nut: he roll Chesnaughty: spin sppine sp spine spike sss

Fennekin kin: firefox that is not actually on fire Rule34: please. stop... this is a furry turn on....... pokemon co you knew it could happen,, FNAF foxy: FINALLY IT IS NOT A FIRE FIGHTING . I LOVE. FIREFOX WITH CONTROLLING MIND POWERS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Here come dat boi: o shit waddup Froggerr: please dont run over it edge: edgy furry naruto oc too strong

Rowlet: cute. i have nothing to say. speechless. i would hug them. Owwww... it doesnt have ow on it?: badass birb Deciduieyeyuuifsjdjslfjeye: HOLY FUCK BADASS IT IS A GHOST TYPE OH MY GOD BEAUTIFUL I LOVE

Litten: i put my cat on fire Torrada: i put my cat on fire² NO. NO. NO. NOPE. ENOUGH: I CAN T BELIEVE ANPTHER FIRE FIGHTING I HATE TH- it is not a fighting. is this what im hearing? hOW. GOOD. BUT. UH. HOW IS THIS NOT FIGHTING

Popplio: GET OUT OF THE ROCK GERALD popplio with a skirt: GET OUT OF THE CLOSET GERALD Primarina: THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SEA DRAG QUEEN SINGER. PABBLO VITTAR OF THE SEALS. 10/10

#shitpost #ooc #pokemon tag #pkmn #starters #frlg #rse #oras #dpp #xy #sun and moon #rgb #rgbe

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metalpiratequeen · 7 years

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Godformers Chat

Metalpiratequeen

Currently writing up a whole bunch of "meet the godformer" memes. Just got to Lazarette and I'm not sure whether to go with mermaid persona

http://orig04.deviantart.net/b071/f/2012/190/2/7/sea_goddess_by_james_face-d56lstq.png

Entirely made out of water

http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/vsbattles/images/5/5b/Digital_Booklet_-_God_of_War_Blood_7.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160409005113

or giant ass woman

http://www.gameartisans.org/user_uploads/challenges/multiforum/fest-challenges/shawn-zm-142173-fest-challenges-main-image-1377822739.jpg

Deceitfulcharmer

they're all so pretty and perfect ;-;

Vxtum

OMGG SDJKFJKDSFHJKI agree with Katie. ;-; They all look good!

Calypso reminding me of Eris from Sinbad

Deceitfulcharmer

Part of me is a little tempted to take part, but I also know that I wouldn't do anything with it so there's no point asdfghjk

Metalpiratequeen

gently nudges gives us the war/liberator god and blue sky goddess

Vxtum

Could always do what I'm doing? I just made it its separate verse for anytime

Deceitfulcharmer

stop tempting meeeee

that could also work ;-;

Metalpiratequeen

I'm making them seperate verses because I want to keep these going.

Deceitfulcharmer

maybe I'll doodle a couple things when I get home uwu

Vxtum

sdkjhsdfhjk oh god ;-;

-excited for both-

Deceitfulcharmer

I've been practicing muscular males lately so Megatron can be one of my guinea pigs xD

Vxtum

Muscled warlord u-u good, good stuff

Rustedservos

yeah im probs gonna make this a seperate verse also cause i love god formers

Metalpiratequeen

Sweet. Has everyone made a godformer then?

Swordintehswarm

shake head no

Vxtum

Julius says he might make Tetta into a tiny fairy that accompanies Gravitas. (We otherwise are abstaining from Cyclonus, Galvatron, and Scourge having godforms. For Cyclonus, he already has two 'god' verses, and he's from a god in our targetmaster verse. I'm pretty much maxed out with Cyclonus and his herald-self xD)

Metalpiratequeen

Cyclonus-deity whore

But tiny fairy Tetta sounds so cute ;3;

Vxtum

-grins-

Metalpiratequeen

Or an imp. Lazarette sees her as a mischievous I'mp. :p

Swordintheswarm

Fae folk are not nice8'D

Fae folk kill people for fun, no need for imps

Deceitfulcharmer

Grimmjow muse was also very interested in Gravitas' godformers bio, btw uwu

Vxtum

I've no idea if she's a killer. I just know that she puts new flowers in his hair and sleeps in some of the larger blooms strung up on his antlers. She might be nice to him, but for all I know, she could absolutely be this evil thing to everyone else.

omg, was he?? -grins- Come give him a bowl of berries at one of his shrines/alters, and he'll come out to associate with you~

Swordintheswarm

Tetta using Gravitas's antlers to nestle sounds adorable asf

Vxtum

He's a greedy fuck. You leave him an offering, he's there

Swordintheswarm

But I am too cautious about actual medieval fairies to try to approach if it were rl xD

Deceitfulcharmer

when you start thinking of your OC in godformers AU but end up accidentally dragging another two of your OCs into it alongside her ;-;

I started with goddess of wind and rain and now I've ended up with god of thunder and goddess of lightning too

Swordintheswarm

Loool, ikr

MetalPirateQueen

Weather deities!

Deceitfulcharmer

be nice to them or they will flood your village, or start a fire. whatever they feel like

Swordintheswarm

I want to do godformer bug but I’m procrastinating

Vxtum

It took me, like, four days to complete the "meet the godformer" thing, so don't feel bad u-u

Metalpiratequeen

What does my Godformer wear? ....nothing

Vxtum

Instantly the most popular among their peers

Deceitfulcharmer

I'm thinking Electron's Godformer can't/doesn't ever touch the ground, instead hovering on a breeze

Vxtum

I haven't decided yet that when Gravitas takes human form, if he bothers 'magicking' clothes onto himself. He feels like the sort of uncivilized guy to walk around, naked and proud. "Your cultural's obsession with the need to hide the beauty of one's body is not welcome in my presence. I will not humour it."

omg, Katie

Metalpiratequeen

Maybe Electron is a breeze. Like a literal wind with a human outline.You could see a whirlwind inside her. Or a hurricane

Deceitfulcharmer

I was going to go for super flowy clothes but that sounds so beautiful too ;-;

Metalpiratequeen

(Also be warned. LS is a demigod going around demanding quests from gods, Hercules style, so she may obtain godhood and finally meet her father, the god of time. While Lazarette is a vengeful god who hates humans for occupying her domain and rarely ever joins in on deity affairs and politics. Haven't quite decided where the bros stand. Might make Oil Slick a satyr.

Deceitfulcharmer

Megatron sits around, counting down the days until the next war when he's suddenly needed again xD

Metalpiratequeen

God of war gets a lot if holidays xD

Deceitfulcharmer

I have two big questions: 1. How buff do I make him and 2. How much of it do I actually bother to cover with armour

Vxtum

Gravitas actually enjoys humans, preferring to be in the forest, watching them/helping them/revealing himself to them than hanging around the Ethereal Realm (Olympus/Heaven/whatever LOL)), so he pretty much skimps out on most festivities and politics. But fuck, LS. ;-; I love that take you did. It gives her such a good reason to interact with any god she comes across. Fuck, I can't wait to see, man xD

LOL, Katie. Conan arms!

Metalpiratequeen

Go the opposite route and give Megs as little armour as possible. Hell, how about an old collesium match where he battles butt naked!

Deceitfulcharmer

CHARL xD

Vxtum

lmao, I actually agree about the naked part. If you gotta go to war naked to startle the enemy, then more reason to!

Deceitfulcharmer

all these naked gods, how scandalous <3

Metalpiratequeen

They're gods. All they do is fight and have sex anyway.

Deceitfulcharmer

...you have a very good pointwhy not do both at once and save time?

Metalpiratequeen

(Normal verse: Gravitas and Lazarette have a ton of sex. Godformer au: Gravitas and Lazarette have a ton of sex. Only now with bestiality)

Vxtum

Horse cock

Well, not really. Maybe I should still give him his double-cock. Sounds like a god-thing. So fertile he's got two

Decetifulcharmer

yes, give him the double dick

Metalpiratequeen

Well, fish don't really have holes, so they're kinda at a crossroad here. Unless she can also have human legs.

OMG XD

Vxtum

lmao

Metalpiratequeen

My poor girl. Gravitas could only frack her valve as a robot, but now he can actually double penetrate her xD

Vxtum

"CHANGE TO YOUR HUMAN FORM!"

"NO, YOU CHANGE TO SOMETHING ELSE!"

"HOW CAN WE MATE IF WE'RE INCOMPATIBLE? I AM NOT DRY HUMPING YOU, WOMAN."

Metalpiratequeen

LMAO

Already married.

Swordintheswarm

Omfg xD

Vxtum

Everyone hears the argument and just rolls their eyes. Another day as all-powerful gods; another fight between two vastly proud deities, refusing to change form for the other as they try to figure out a solution to have sex

Deceitfulcharmer

-Megatron sits and waits for it to turn into a war-

Vxtum

lmao

So he can come charging it, naked and swords drawn (not just two in this case)

Deceitfulcharmer

His third sword, this time

Vxtum

-pictures Gravitas, mad at Lazarette, exiting a forest to the beach line, and just stomps his hooves and splashes and kicks at the water, knowing it's her domain-

Tailblinking

"Fish pee in you- all day! So... hmph"

Thanks Moana

Vxtum

Ahah!

http://drxgonfly.tumblr.com/post/158552991127/90377-early-rays-by-thomas

- for God!Gravitas

Deceitfulcharmer

Electron is friends with all birds, but her animal form would be a peregrine falcon <3

Aaaahh beautiful forest ;v;

Vxtum

that's awesomeI can even see her in the design of that bird (had to google that xD)

Metalpiratequeen

Beautiful sky goddess ;_;

LS is gonna pester her for a quest. (Or at the very least a free ride)

Deceitfulcharmer

It's an unintentional likeness but I run with it xD

please do <3

Swordintheswarm

Welp now I wanna godformer too

Metalpiratequeen

(Lazarette brings s tidal wave down on Gravitas)

Good!Please join us!

Swordintheswarm

Oh my god 8'D

What do I have to do, I mean I’m not really gonna do anything with it for the event but maybe to keep it as au

Unifyingspark

Clearcut should be the god/protector of orphaned or abandoned kids. Since he has that in his history, poor baby

Swordintheswarm

He's more of a knight than insect, so maybe god of honor instead. God of honor AND insects maybe xD

True LOL

Unifyingspark

honor would do, he is all about the honor

Swordintheswarm

He should take after traits of herbivore insects that fight each other for mates

Aka rhino and stag beetles, and earwigs. Maybe something else

In any case bugs known to 'duel for honor' :'D

Unifyingspark

*huge grin

Vxtum

// lmao.. Lazarette. Coughing, sputtering stagtaur, hair all over his face as he curses her name(edited)

Swordintheswarm

Lol, just this huge rhino beetle with earwig cerci, gilded in gold and jewels. Maybe give him a humanoid face but otherwise he's just a massive damn beetle pursuing evildoers....kind of like khepri from smite, actually

Unifyingspark

sounds gorgeous

Deceitfulcharmer

-gets home in an hour- -really wants to draw her godformers- ;-;

Swordintheswarm

https://images.discordapp.net/.eJwVw1EOwiAMANC7cAAqBTvYAfxXT0AYYTObJbT7Mt7d-JL3MefYzWxW1S4zwLJJ4bFYUR65VduY215z38QWPiCr5rIe9a0C6Mml6K8YIhGhCwEw4XT592miEBMS4P10j-fNvnoz3x__GiHw.5lbRwsqv-Aa3GwbsbG8upq2O3HM?width=728&height=456

Just add browns to that and earwig cerci, and pretty close

Vxtum

I love how the gods could so easily be interconnected and know one another (or know about one another)? CC and his insects in Gravitas' forests; the forest lining against Lazarette's oceans; Electron the air they breathe, the wind that carries in the rain from Lazaratte's seas to Gravitas' forests, to give nourishment for the insects (both as water and healthy foliage to eat) CC's insects are what keep the ecosystem of the forests thriving and healthy

Deceitfulcharmer

They also feed Electron's bird friends <3

Metalpiratequeen

Everything is connected. Hence why most gods are related. It would be nice that each one keeps an eye on the other. Like Electron flying over Lazarette’s domain, keeping watch. Or communicating which each domain’s animals just to hear what is going on

Vxtum

-grins- Always getting into disputes with one another, too. Domain rivalries

Unifyingspark

*throws tiny fairy Tettares around Gravitas' antlersthere's my contribution

Metalpiratequeen

“Your ocean is submerging my land!”

“Well, the ice is stealing my water!”

“Well, the ice is killing my insects!”

Deceitfulcharmer

Omg yes, if she flooded the forest or her trine mate set fire to it with her lightning ;-;

Swordintheswarm

Omg yes. Theres so much capacity for interaction and strife

Vxtum

oh my god, I'm sure CC and Gravitas would be so angry if a forest caught fire 'cause of a lightening strike.

Swordintheswarm

THEY WOULD

Vxtum

And then they'd be snarling at Electron, "IT WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU HAD BROUGHT MORE RAIN FROM THE SEAS" Then they're off courting their Champions to then go to war and 'win' against the champions of the Electron and her trine mates. That's how they ultimately settle disputes. Bringing in mortals'cause they're immortal so nothing gets settled. In comes LS

Deceitfulcharmer

Megatron rubbing his hands in the distance. Yes good, he's been waiting for a good war

Vxtum

Oh man, that would awesome. When they all fucked up when they wake up the God of War

Metalpiratequeen

I'm pretty sure all Olympus meetings are just awkward family reunions where the father and mother god tell their kids to grow up...and as an opportunity to show off their new Demi-god offspring. "Look it's a nominator!” “Well, mine’s a Cyclops.” “Mine are daemon.” “Mines a kraken.”

Deceitfulcharmer

Gives help to whoever gives him the best offerings

Metalpiratequeen

(Now I can't stop imagining LS wielding a giant axe and running into batlle. "I will vanquish the evil naked war god and finally shed my human shell!!!”

Unifyingspark

Galvatron is proud. *hands her his axe* "You can borrow this for now but give it back or Cyclonus will be cross."// or cyclonus will gives me sucha frown

Metalpiratequeen

gladly accepts the battle axe..and instantly collapses under its weight.

Cyclonus of Tetrahex-Today at 5:47 PM

// Make me think of the comment I made a while back, now that it's so relevant to all this god stuff; Galvatron a war god, Scourge and Cyclonus his Valkyries

lmao Charl

This fantastic demigod everyone wants her as their champion. They see that fire in her

Unifyingspark

Galvatron winces and picks her up, "There, there, you will endure."

Metalpiratequeen

Meanwhile Maccadam, her deadbeat dad is seeing every possible future and drinking himself plastered. "Daughter. Please, stop."

Vxtum

I think Gravitas' trial to become his champion ultimate leads to them to hunt /him/; 'cause I wanted that in his bio. That he welcomes the bravest hunter coming to take his antlers as the trophy

Metalpiratequeen

*Intrigued mortal noises.*

No sweetie. No. There are easier trials.

Vxtum

lmaoI haven't decided if he would use his magic or not (like those who cheat often in the greek lore, making the trials /so/ much harder). I like to think he would put away his signalling horn and broadsword. He /makes/ himself the prey. But he keeps his dagger

Metalpiratequeen

LS gets her offering list out. "Alright then. Skinned fur from a successful hunt? Check. Vanilla scented candles. Check. Bowl or berries mixed with chunks of red meat from successful hunt? Check. Night if untamed passion and dominance?...where's auntie Lazarette when you need her?"

Vxtum

LMAO I can already hear her balking at the request. Not wanting to lie down with a flea-bitten, dirty man-deer

Metalpiratequeen

Well, not twice in one week. XD

Vxtum

LOLOH GOD, LOL

-tries to shut him up- He's just smirking and crossing his arms, a hoof pawing idly at the ground. "Back for more already?"

Metalpiratequeen

*throws a squid at him*

Vxtum

lmao

Metalpiratequeen

She loves him really.

Vxtum

-grins- That feeling is absolutely mutual

Metalpiratequeen

Oil Slick is gonna be a god of decay. :3 wearing his goat skull and cloaks. A satyr, and loving all things that rot and grow fungus.

Vxtum

Holy shit. All of the fantastic aestheticism I can already picture ;-; He's easily going to be the prettiest god to me

Unifyingspark

I was just gonna say, well Oil Slick hits all my spots, so I'm sold

Metalpiratequeen

Normal verse Oil Slick would greatly disapprove of his nonchalant to hygiene. His flower symbol is a mushroom (and he also might delve in hallucinations and acid trips xD) He's gonna love a potential war. So many bodies dropping to the floor. So much disease and death

Vxtum

http://babyanimalgifs.tumblr.com/post/158131529309/his-first-attempt-at-howling

If he enjoys everything decay, maybe one of his offerings could be the Corpse Flower xDLure that god down with the beautiful smell of nasty(edited)

Unifyingspark

Pup reminds me of baby Gravitasalso when I look at that puppy I think "cute" and then I think "pain in my ass"

Vxtum

LOL.. when he tries to roar for the first time in his beastmode?

Unifyingspark

he prolly has a lot of vocalizations though I believe his twin wins out on that. voidmonster who somehow is translated into fairy god.

Vxtum

-grins-His little fairy sister ;-;

Unifyingspark

God of nagging

Vxtum

LOLGravitas scowling and waving his hand at her, like she's a fly when she's nagging him

Metalpiratequeen

"Hey, listen. Hey, listen. Hey, listen."

Vxtum

lmao

Unifyingspark

Tiny glowing ball trying to talk to Lazarette, fish jumps out of water and eats her thinking she's a glowbug. Gravitas standing on the shore, all color leaves his face, "GAH!"

Vxtum

OH godGravitas, eyes wide, galloping frantically into the water. "Veritas!"

Explodes on Lazarette when he manages to capture the fish and free her; cuddling her close as he barks, "CONTROL YOUR BLOODTHIRSTY FAUNA!"

Unifyingspark

"Where does she live?"

"On my head, pretty much."

Metalpiratequeen

Currently on the other side of the world, Lazarette projects a watery image of her head rising out from the ocean, "Get off my lawn."

Vxtum

LMAO

Unifyingspark

God she seriously could live on his head, he could hang a small lantern-style object from an antler like jewerly, when he has to do anything serious, takes her tiny house from him and hangs it on a tree, comes back for her later.

Vxtum

.. omgThat's perfect!

Unifyingspark

she's pretty much the forest gossip queen, collects all the dirt and going-ons, then brings all the chatter back to him

Swordintheswarm

Oh my god

Vxtum

He already has all kinds of other things thrown across his antlers. That would be /perfect/ ;-;"Who is talking shit about me today, sister? Whose people shall I starve today as punishment?"

Unifyingspark

xD I love it

Swordintheswarm

has a mental image of somebody putting festive flags or christmas tree-esque ornaments all over his antlers. There is even a star over his skull. Bloody murder is screamed. It's a bad time to be a mortal in the forest.

Vxtum

LMAO

that would be hilarious

Entire nearby village endures the god's wrath

#[Chat]#[long post]#I finally found this!#au: godformers #I know it doesn't look like it #but an attempt was made to shorten this post!#deceitfulcharmer #vxtum #unifyingspark #swordintheswarm #oh god I wanna bring this back #;-;

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New Dawn - Chapter Three

Pairing: Ivar x OC

Words: 3.601

Warnings: slavery; bad language; blood; fight; magic; explicit; smut (I guess)

Notes: So, now the things will start to get deeper. I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Chapter One Chapter Two

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Almost three months passed since Isa's departure. Ivar didn't know if she had survived nor to the travel neither to her brothers. All that he knew was that the day of the revenge in the name of his father was coming. And with that, more and more boats arriving every day. But one day they stopped and the sacrifice were settled. An earl gave himself to the gods and the ritual begun.

The queen Lagertha led the sacrifice and, before she could stab the man with the sword, they saw the falling stars in the sky. Ivar, in his heart, knew that in the morning Isa would be there as promised. The man then stepped into the blade and his blood was given as a token of faith. After that, the horns sounded and echoed through the whole Kattegat and everyone thought that that was a sign of the gods. So they feasted.

The dawn came in and with it twenty boats with black sails at the horizon. The horns sounded again, waking those who slept. Ivar was the first of his kin to reach the docks to see the strange boats. The female figure in the ship's bow, dressed in fur and leather, were smiling from ear to ear. She was wearing her father's crown proudly, as much as his sword in her belt. The boats then docked and the young woman landed noble and ready to walk to the young man sat in a barrel.

"I said that I would come back!" Isa said to Ivar, kissing the top of his head.

"I had some quarrels about that with my brothers. They called me mad for had left you flee from me!" and he touched her hand.

"I was free to go and free to come back. But now I am back as a queen!" she grinned proud.

"And your brothers?"

"I killed the remaining four with their loyal men and women. My realm is in peace once again. And thanks to you!" she bowed and then her men did the same.

"Come, you may be hungry!" and he led her with a wicked grin to the palace where everybody awoke with her arrival.

The hall was full of men and women curious about the new race of people who landed in Kattegat. Isa went to their queen to pay respect and clarify their doubts.

"Many of you may know me for Ivar's slave who came from southern islands and caused turmoil at the first day. He set me free not much after that and I swore him loyalty. I left as a slave and now I return as a queen. Queen Isanthya, from the greek islands of Ithaca, Andros and Chios. And I bring three thousand men to join your great army as a sign of gratitude and loyalty!" she declared nobly and loud.

The murmur got louder as the words jumped out of her mouth.

"And your army will be a great addition to ours. Welcome, Queen Isanthya!" their queen said and both bowed.

"Three thousand?" he whispered surprised when they sat at the table.

"Three thousand to join your army and three thousand waiting for my command to take Kattegat back to you and avenge your mother!" she grinned diabolic before sip the ale from the mug in her hand.

He choked.

"You gave me the chance to avenge my parents and reclaim my throne. Now I give you the same!" and she ate a chip of salted pork.

Ivar smiled awe. He could not believe in what he heard. As an answer, he kissed her lips with the fury and the flame of the fire burning along the hall's hearths. His brothers went startled. After the kiss, them both laughed.

"Now I know why the gods gave me you!" he said with sparkles in his eyes.

"I said that we are bound and fated to walk along the path of life together. The gods has spoken!" she then sipped the rest of her ale.

She ate more slices of pig before noticing the man coming towards them.

"Guess who is back?" the young queen said to the three brothers ready to sit in their table.

"We heard about you, Isa." Ubbe said sitting first.

"The slave who became queen. Impressive!" Hvitserk smirked beside him "Welcome back!"

"Thank you!" she smiled "Now I can fight you without being punished as a dog!" she teased.

Sigurd remained mute standing on his feet. Perhaps he was too embaraced about his behavior with her at the beginning.

"I have let you win, everybody know that!" Hvitserk said after sipping from his mug.

"Sure you did!" she turned her mug and drank the whole ale again.

Bjorn was the last one to join them.

"So now you're a queen..." he said wary.

"As long as I wear this crown I am!" she grinned like Ivar always did. Maybe their bond was too tight indeed.

"Your men will be helpful to us as long as they can fight like us!" he said in a dare tone.

"We fight like one, so if you want to, I would gladly fight against one of your best man. You choose!" and she uncrossed her legs, staring his eyes without blinking.

"Very well then..." he nodded "Follow me!"

Isa smirked and gone on his track. Everybody followed them to the open field where the sacrifice was done in the night before.

"Any man?" Bjorn asked to see if she would desist.

"Any man!" she affirmed.

He whispered something to a few men and then, moments later, a giant came from the crowd - earl Gunnarsson, was his name. He was a tall man full of muscles and immerse in a long hair and beard. There were scars all over his face.

Isa smiled.

"So be it!" she said taking her belt off along with her cloak and crown.

The giant growled.

Isa rocked her body to wake her muscles. She stared the man and then waited.

"Do your best!" she smirked one step closer to her battle trance.

The man then ran towards her ready to break her in half, growling like a bear. She waited. The tension around them got higher and breaths were stuck in many lungs. Gunnarsson joined his hands as a hammer ready to break her skull, but in the moment he took impulse almost upon her, she punched him in the throat five times so fast, that most of the people didn't even noticed. The man choked without air. Taking advantage of this, she tackled him to the ground using her weight against his lower limbs. Immediately, she saddled him and hit her head against his, breaking his nose. The man, now breathing, tried to grab her, but she immobilized his dominant arm, turning his face to the ground and bending his arm almost in the point of breaking.

"I shall not break your bones, for you may need it for the battle. So ask for mercy and I shall let you go!" she said to him, using her weight.

"Never!" he said in a growl.

"Very well!" and she let go of his arm but she embraced his neck with her right arm and pulled it with her left forearm, choking him at the point he lost his conscience and passed out.

The crowd was speechless as the man was rolled out of the young woman.

"Is it enough?" she asked to the oldest of the brothers without fatigue.

Bjorn just nodded and left.

"Férte to krasí! Bring the wine!" she ordered to her many servants.

Soon, the many women brought jugs of wine alongside with the men who brought a few barrels.

"A gift from my people!" she exclaimed out loud to the warriors.

They cheered and yelled.

"Well, well...” she sighed “Surely you let me win, Hvitserk, surely!" she laughed beside the man before drink from her cup.

He swallowed and smiled yellow. His brothers started to mock him harder than never.

"Maybe I let you beat me the next time, big boy!" and she winked at him, grinning with the cup about to touch her lips.

He smiled for real this time.

"She is mine, brother, back off!" Ivar said thrusting him.

"I haven't said anything, brother!" Hvitserk retorted with an impish grin.

Ivar grumbled.

****

The day of their sailing to England had arrived. All boats prepared and all men ready to fight. It would be weeks in the sea before they ashore in Northumberland. But before they leave, the Ragnarssons summoned a small reunion with the main leaders to settle the plan. Once settled, everybody leaved but Isa.

"I must subdue Mercia too. Half of my men can overcome them. Once the north is taken, King Ecbert must face the despair of being doomed!" she said sat in a wooden box "If I remember the maps well and what the monks used to say, the best thing is to besiege Wessex on all sides. They will think that the attack in Mercia is an isolated case and will focus on our titanic army. After that, my men and me can sail and attack through the south alongside with many of yours. My trireme can carry much more than it looks like!"

"It sounds seductive." Ivar said completely surprised.

"It is all on you, Bjorn. What do you think?" she asked formally joining her hands.

"If you think that you can do that, go ahead!" he answered with his hands grabbed in the top of his leather breastplate.

"Very well, then. Oh, before I forget, tell your mother that there are foreign snakes trying to take Kattegat. I saw in the flames a man sneaking through her fortress and seeking for a weak spot. She is in danger!" Isa warned the prince, what let Ivar open-mouthed.

"I will advice her then." he said inexpressive and left. His brothers followed him but Ivar.

"Why did you do that?" he asked angry.

"You want others to take away your revenge from your hands? You want strangers to claim Kattegat as their own even after what your father and mother did for this place? Think, Ivar, think!" she said in a harsh low voice, slapping him in the head.

He growled.

"You are not thinking further ahead. At their eyes, I am an ally, your ally, nothing more, nothing less. I will prove my value by helping to protect Kattegat." and she stared him, taking his hands "I will do the same she did when Jarl Borg attacked your mother and she helped to defeat him. I will give her hope so we can then take it!"

"How did you know? I thought völvas only could see the future!" he frown.

"I told you I am not a völva, Ivar!" she idly smiled "I see what I have to see!" and she kissed his cheeks, leaving him next.

The moment of the leaving then came and everybody who was left behind bidding farewell to those they loved the most. The journey has begun.

Isa kept herself in her ship's bow until the night, always looking ahead, praying to the gods for a safe travel. When the moon raised clear in the velvety sky, she beckoned to her men to light the torches so the feast could begin. It was a tradition of her people to celebrate the first night of a foray at the sea. This way, the good fortunes would smile at them and the death would spare them for one more battle.

The twenty boats then collected their oars and folded their sails, floating adrift. The music begun as well as the chants - flutes, lutes, drums, harps and voices, together as loud as possible.

"Adelfoí kai adelfés, boreí oi theoí mas chairetísei kathós kai na tous chairetísei apópse! Se mia néa epochí kai se mia néa avgí. Evíva! Brothers and sisters, may the gods greet us as well as we greet them tonight! To a new era and to a new dawn. Cheers!" the young queen said raising her cup of wine toasting in the air.

In the other boats, there was only silence. Many of them were sleeping and the ones awake were watching the foreign people feast the life. It was curious to them to see another culture so closely, to see how they enjoyed life and the pleasures.

"Sköl, my friends. My brethren!" she yelled to the many boats, toasting in the air once more.

Then she started to dance along with her female servants while wearing a light dress, with her hair loose, almost in trance. She was like the fire in the torches dancing with the wind. All eyes on her and mostly from the other boats. The drums were her heartbeats bumping and echoing through her body. She was lit.

The boat where Ivar and his brothers were in then came closer to her trireme - close enough to almost hit it.

"Join us, sons of Ragnar!" she said sweaty and smiling, kneeling on the boat's roof, calling them with her fingers.

Then she waved to her man to drop a plank in their boat so they could come aboard. So they did.

"Let's drink from life and live like there is no tomorrow, my beloved friends!" she spoke feeling the wine running through her veins "Let's make our gods proud of us tonight!"

The five men sat around a suspended fireplace made of steel. The women then started to dance again even more seductive, trapping the looks upon them. But Isa was the main flame. She danced like no one before, just like the goddess they claimed her to be.

The Ragnarssons thought that the women were slaves at the first moment, for they tried to fuck them by force.

"They are no slaves, lads; there is no need to use the force. Ask them and they'll fuck you with enormous will. They will love it as much as you, I am sure of it!" Isa said with a smirk on her face.

The men smiled.

"Boreíte na tous dósei tin kalýteri nýchta tis zoís sas! You give them the best night of their lives!" the queen said and the women smiled soothingly with an impish tone behind.

The four men were taken to private spaces.

"Not you, Ivar, you are mine!" and she bit her lower lip.

"Okay..." he said trying to hide his jitters.

Isa laughed when the moans and growls begun from the back of the boat. Ivar went mirthless.

"So you weren't promised to your gods?" he asked nervous in low voice and far from the curious eyes.

"Do not worry, lazy dick. I will not fuck you here, for this is not the right time. But I will kiss you through the night until the first light of the sun." and she sat beside him in the cushions spread in the deck.

"Why?" he frown.

"Because I am a horrendous monster who loves to tease you. Or maybe is because I want to fight first before I lose my gods protection." Isa then mounted him slowly.

"You are mean!" he held his breath.

"You have no idea!" she whispered and grinned kissing his neck slowly.

He sighed.

"You are really, really mean!" he sighed again rolling his eyes and then closing them.

Isa kissed each of his cheeks while running her hands through his nape. They lips then finally touched. A shiver went down both spines. Her tongue asked for passage by touching his upper lip. He gave her space and then touched her, hungry to explore her mouth.

"Not so crass, Ivar." she said between the kiss "Gently but passionate. Like this!" Isa then used her tongue properly, interspersing her moves with little sucks on his lips.

She then moved away a little just to see him smile a bit and seek for her mouth.

"Isn't that better?" she took a deep breath.

He nodded and then pulled her back to him, holding her by the nape and by her waist.

While that, the moans intensified and the growls went wild on the back of the boat. Ivar, instinctively, slid his hands up her thighs, pressing them strongly. Isa moaned softly and started to wiggle her hips as the music started again. But after awhile, Ivar broke the kiss.

"I can't get hard, you know that." he said almost breathless.

"Then what am I feeling poking in my groin? Is that your knife?" she laughed a bit rising her right brow.

He widened his eyes and looked down.

"What did you do?" he asked in a gasp.

"I guess I did nothing" she smirked.

"Yes you did. I am not numb!"

"So you can feel this?" and she grabbed his member firmly.

He sucked the air and held it, nodding at the end. Isa smiled and bit her lip.

"I really hope that after the battle we can use it!" she rustled in his left ear, kissing it at the end.

He shivered.

Isa then kissed him again, now massaging the member on her hand. After a while, her hand untied his pants and slid into it just to feel his skin, to watch him gasp with eyes closed.

"Am I still a monster to you?" she asked in a low and deep voice with her cheek in touch with his.

"Yes..." he breathed out almost without voice.

"Good..." and she kept working on his dick, up and down, firmly.

Ivar then started to breath faster, pressing her thighs and arse even stronger, enough to leave bruises.

"I am..." he was about to say.

"I know!" and she bit his neck, increasing the speed in her right hand.

Ivar growled and moaned, pressing even more his hands in her flesh, releasing his warm liquid. Isa felt him throb a little longer while his breath was choppy.

"You are truly a witch!" he widely smiled feeling his chest burns.

"And you are no longer a lazy dick, cripple boy!" she giggled mischievous.

"What are you doing to me, you devilish monster?" and he bit her lower lip with desire.

"You tell me, you brat!" she then licked his lips.

"I feel stronger, almost unbeatable with you. And now, this fire along my body is driving me insane!" and he slid his right hand into her breast.

"And?"

"I did the right thing releasing you. You got me almost devotee to you, you stubborn pet!" and his mouth reached the skin of her bust, where he licked and bit her.

"I know... And I know that after we take Wessex, you will beg for me to be yours for the eternity!" and she moaned.

"And?" he asked with his mouth partially full, for he had one of her breasts between his lips and teeth.

"That I do not know. It depends if I will be able to keep you out of me until there. For now, you are making my entire body screams to have you inside me!" and she pressed her lips.

He grinned impish leading his left hand towards her inner thigh and up to the end.

"You are all wet already..."

"I am wet since you came aboard, Ivar!" she laughed "But, as I said, I won't ride you tonight, sadly."

"I can use my hands instead. You said you liked them..." and he swapped to the other breast.

"You would not know how to, anyways!" a giggle evaded from her mouth.

"Is that a challenge?" and he stared her eyes.

"Understand it as you wish, master!" she mocked at the end.

"And what if I use my mouth?" and he lifted his brows while sucking his fingers just to taste her.

"Only if I can sit in your face, like my servants told me!" she smiled even more devilish "Of course, if you know how to use your mouth with a different purpose besides mistreat and angry everybody!"

"I should tear blood from you just for that, smug pet. But I rather prove you how wrong you are!" and he pulled her up easily, grabbing her arse after pulling her dress up.

Without ceremony, he begun to work on her sacred place, licking her, sucking her, eating her while she was partially sat on his face. She groaned in a mixture of pleasure and surprise, pulling his hair while he twisted his tongue in her golden spot. When she was about to fall into pleasure, he held her with his strong hands, just like she was a receptacle and he was drinking from her. His strength was astonishing.

Isa, with weak legs, came thrice after calling his name as whispers. She has never felt something like this before. After that, she felt the fire burning through her body just as he said. Ivar then kissed her belly up, biting her skin, feeling the thing he only heard his brothers say. He was, indeed, capable of pleasuring a woman.

"Ivar..." she tried to say breathless, straddling him again.

"Yes?" he was smiling from ear to ear, proud of what he done.

"If I succeed on keeping you out of me, I swear that I say yes whenever you ask me to be yours!" and she kissed him and tasted of her sweetness yet on his lips.

"The gods has spoken!" he said embracing her waist and pulling her even closer.

"The gods has spoken!" and she embraced his neck before they finally lay down to watch the stars while the boat was finding its silence.

They slept on each other's arms.

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