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shittybundaskenyer · 2 years

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✹ ▬ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

rating: Explicit

pairing: Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

summary: You want some love and Arthur gives it to you selflessly.

warnings: high honor Arthur, reader thinks she doesn’t deserve love, touch-starved, smut, porn with feelings, fingering, gentle sex, love confessions, angst and hurt/comfort, daily overdose of metaphors, can Arthur please hug me?? I really need it

word count: 2355

a/n: i wrote this in a few hours bc i couldn’t sleep and wanted to feel loved. pretty much all of this is self indulgent rambling about love, spiced with some lovemaking, but i hope you like it guys! <3

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The sunlight lays down on the gently rolling waves, water and thousands of tiny, glittering stars, sun-mirrors, father and mother of all life, silent lovers meeting halfway. Their union paint streaks of white light onto the bottom, over round stones scraped smooth, over rainbowlike fish scales and hidden imprints of a forest long since dead, mummified in slate and rock.

That's how he meets you.

With the force and gentleness of the sun.

It feels too close. The heart of a star's birth, flames swirling into ribbons of heat, his heart the epicenter, rumbling, crumbling, and you get scorched, slowly, like how rot burns a fallen tree into rich earth. Bugs and fungi and critters latch onto the bones of your ribs, prying them away, open, until there's a hole wide enough for the sunlight to get in. Love, love, love. A word both too weak and too strong to capture what you mean. It catches on the tip of your tongue like a fallen droplet of sweat. Salty-sweet.

Arthur kisses you, and fuck…

The light gets in.

His lips, your lips, a song, a ballad, a poem, a killing, a fight, an embrace.

Get in. Let the light get in. Inside. Put it inside me, your light, put in everything, I want to feel whole, just a little, just what you can spare.

"Shh," he whispers, and you don't realize, not until the soothing gentleness of his voice, that you said it all out loud. Quiet, barely audible babbles. A confession. A lie. The barest truth that is so raw it still bleeds fresh crimson. "I gotchu sweetheart."

Dread fills you for a second, the realization of what you've done. No, no, no, no! Not like this, you didn't want to say it like this, how could you? You ruined it all, the naked vulnerability of the moment, the thin veil of peace that descended upon the pair of you when Arthur pulled you into his arms and then pressed you into a patch of soft, yellowed grass.

I ruined it, goddamn ruined it.

But Arthur doesn't back away. Instead, he presses a finger to your chin and smooths out the crease that is forming there, a foreword of tears. He kisses you instead, again, softly, choking your tears off and making you hiccup into his eager mouth. He swallows it eagerly, your sounds of desperation and disbelief, and after a few tortured seconds, your shaky sigh of relief.

"What do you want?" he whisper-kisses, barely parting from you, hands coming around your head, caging you in. A cage made from arches of bone and flesh and sun-worn skin, overarching the frozen heap that is your body. Between cracks of striped blue cotton fabric and horse-smelling leather, the light glints in.

Christ, you don't know.

You never know how to answer a question like this. It's simple. It's the most difficult of all.

You want just this, just like how he wants it, it doesn't really matter, because you're finally not alone and he's warm and after days of cold rain the sun peeked through the clouds and the snow-capped mountains. You want everything. You want to tell him to leave and never come back. You want him to go and be happy. You want… you hope maybe he can be here, with you.

Arthur waits, and the tears prickle your eyelids, bubbling, bitter globs of liquid sorrow, getting weaved into your eyelashes like autumn dew over blades of yellowed grass.

He coaxes the answer out of you.

A thumb on your cheek and kisses. Many, gentle presses that draw a path down the side of your nose, the corner of your mouth, your brows. He traces them again and again, like how wild animals walk the same path to a river day after day. He waits, because he wants to, because he chose to, because maybe you're worth the time he sacrifices for being with you.

You ain't—

Shit, this is harder than anything you've ever done.

Admitting a want is like admitting a sin. The altar is the meadow around, below, the beating flesh of the earth, and the priest is the sun, listening, always listening.

You confess.

Broken, half-sobbed syllables.

Somewhere, between words of pain and fear and the curse of being alone, always alone, his name.

Soft.

Kind.

Some angel disguised between a horde of devils.

"Whatchu really want, honey?" he tries again, because you're avoiding the question. 'Course you do. That's the only thing you've learnt like an instinct, like breathing or eating, because you had to. Because it was always convenient.

I want—

You. Us. Something more than me.

"Whatever you can give me," you press out between trembling lips and too-close teeth.

That's enough. That's fucking everything he wanted to hear.

Arthur gazes down at you, blue-green eyes swirling wild, a summer storm that somehow swam over to the cold days of October, lightning and thunder and showering rain. The sun has seen enough. Sins and confessions and love. She dips behind a puff of white clouds, and that's the exact moment Arthur leans to you and takes your lips like how he always wanted.

Because he did.

And he does.

So much it burns.

There's a bare second you think you'll cry, but the warmth blooming somewhere in a deep hidden part of you makes the tears evaporate. Your own personal sun, a star being born, the force of its explosion making the bones in your chest rattle and ache. You shudder against him and he grabs you, kneads your flesh, makes it warm—no, hot, in their wake, makes it tingle and buzz like a swarm of bees under tired skin.

His tongue swipes your lip, his lashes tickle your cheek, and then another wall crumbles and falls, weaved in by flowering vines—choked by them. You let him in. The door of your heart, the poorly patched-in hole in your defenses, the seam of your mouth. He invades, like a force, like a storm, like a thousand horsemen tasked with a siege.

He invades, and he's welcome here.

You let him lick into your mouth, let him map out the shape of you, let him kiss you until there's no breath left in your lungs and no space between your chest and his. You feel his heart against your breast, beating wild, bucking like a mustang caught on a rope, and your own flickers alive, a fire stroked back to a flow of summer-colored flames.

"How much ya want?" he mumbles between two kisses, a softer and a passionate one, the kind that ignites the torch of unholy needs of the flesh.

How much of what?

"I don't know," you pull away, shy, shy of this cursed want inside you, but the fire is already roaring, and there's no river that can stop its towering flames. A spark can jump over.

"Will ya take everythin' if I offer?" he noses along the side of your face, presses a kiss where your ear meets your jaw.

Your bodies aligned, like constellations, have power in them.

Power that can be released, that can be reigned. Like horses. Born wild and free, only tamed proper by those who are worthy.

Arthur offers you that.

And you feel the urge to cry again.

"What if I want to? Does that make me greedy?"

Arthur almost chuckles. You feel his smile pressed to the crook of your neck.

"I have many sins, darlin'... This ain't one of them."

And he's back, because he can, because he really wants to, and you kiss and kiss until he wedges himself between your legs, just to feel even closer, just to show you .

There's a simmering fire there, embers he blows whiskey on as he settles, and Christ , he's hard, and he knows, because he grinds it to you, he makes it catch aflame proper, makes the crushed seed of love bloom into a flower.

You grow wet between the thighs, and he knows that too, because you feel his smile against you, the insistent firmness of his hands grabbing parts of your flesh, the fat on your hips, even through your riding coat and thick jeans.

"Can I touch ya?" he asks, peppers gentle presses of his lips above the collar of your shirt.

You're already doin' that.

Why ask anyway when I'm yours?

"You can do anythin'," you whisper back, finally brave enough to slide your hand up to his nape, brave enough to slip your fingers into his hair. "I'd let you do anythin'."

"Don't say that or I'll—," he bites back the rest, but you feel his meaning when one of his hands goes down to your belly, to the seam of your pants to dip in.

Wait, this is—

You never thought you could—

"Or you what?" you prompt him to finish, distracting you from the way he carefully makes space for his fingers in your jeans, almost carving it out for them, until he can slip trigger-calloused fingers into coarse hair on your mound.

There's a noise.

A squeak. A whisper-shout.

A sigh of surprised relief.

"Or I can't hold myself back," he murmurs and he fingers the spot where your folds part, just above your clit.

"Then don't."

You know what you want, and this is already so much more.

Arthur's eyes jump back to you, but there's no mirth of a joke in your gaze. You're dead serious.

He kisses you for it, hard and needy and passionate and you finally learn to reciprocate, to take what he offers.

Arthur tears at your pants, pulls on the buttons, makes you wiggle them down enough so his hand can fit. It's so broad, so warm, but your thighs are warmer, and softer, and he touches them with the greed of a young thief that wants to steal the moon off the night sky.

"Please, please, please…" you babble, and he obeys, parts the seam of your cunt that glistens surprisingly wet after such a short time. "Touch me, stuff me, I don't care," but you don't have to plead for more.

I don't want to feel this empty.

"I gotchu, darlin'."

He pushes two fingers in, and you cry and sigh and keep whispering his name like a chant. He slides them deep enough to stretch good, to make his palm grind against your clit, and he moves them, slow, hard, and then faster when you start to sing like an early songbird, cunt squeezing and squelching and sucking him back greedily every time.

"You're so pretty," he says to you, leaning in again to steal a kiss, to make you believe he's sincere with his words. "So goddamn clever," another kiss, a lot softer. "So goddamn perfect for me."

You feel like the red string of fate is wrapped around your throat like a cord, choking you, barely reborn from the womb of the earth after sinking too deep. But Arthur… Dear, gentle Arthur pries it away. Makes the bruises fade, the red string still tight on his own neck.

He moves his fingers and you don't have time to think. His palm grinds over your mound, clever circles, and your want tickles over the crease in it, clear and white, and his fingers are thick with it too, sliding back and forth, apart and together, making way for something more.

"Want you inside me," you tell him, leaning close to his ear, and he nods, makes it a mission to have you, even though he first wanted to draw this whole thing out. There's no time. Not enough before your walls try to build themselves back together.

"How?"

"Don't care," you pull on him, on the soft hairs on his nape and he kisses you in return, a reassurance. You reach for him, tug on the buckle of his belt, the front of his pants. He muffles a groan into the side of your neck, marks the place of it with a gentle peck.

You both move.

There's no grace in the movements you two make—you turn to your side, legs still trapped from mid-thigh down by your jeans, but it's enough for Arthur to tease the head of his cock between your folds, the angle making it hard to push in at first, his clothed chest heaving against your spine, his breath puffed into your shoulder.

But when he finally fits—

When he finally embraces you from behind…

There's no chance of this being a one time thing. It's love. Love, love, love, love. Thick, slow, glorious, just like the way he takes you, just like how he picks away the pieces of you until there's nothing left but the naked buzzing rainbow-edges of a soul.

Your naked soul.

And his, slowly wrapping itself around.

You make love out under the sun and the clouds and the azure sky. They're witnesses at the trial of your heart, feather light now, the truth spoken by hands and lips and the cradle of hips.

You love him, so goddamn much.

You try to say it with the embrace—with your hand grasping his over your belly, with your leg weaved between his own, with your cunt swallowing him deep and making him stay: a church, a mansion, a home. You can be that. For him, you can.

You let the light in.

He shines, and you gather all of it, hoard it, deep down in your chest where blood and flesh beats wildly.

And when he shudders against you, his cock pulled out and pressed between your thighs, thick and spurting warm over the small patch of naked skin—he comes back, with his hand and his mouth, praising you and fingering you until your climax makes your leg cramp up and your tears to spill.

The sun judges you and finds you innocent. The sky, the clouds too. Your soul dances above somewhere, over the autumn meadow of browned wildflowers and yellowing grass, intertwining with his, as one soft phrase rolls off his lips, "you're my own missing light, sweetheart."

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lovieebby · 4 years

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Hard Night

Henry Cavill Oneshot/Drabble

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: fluff and a mention of henry’s package 👀

a/n: this is my first posting of ANYTHING I’ve written, hopefully y’all will like it! I couldn’t sleep last night so i thought i’d spit this out. & thank you @princess-of-riviaa & @viking-raider for reading this, your work is amazing and i love y’all. this was also typed and posted thru my phone so the formats all fucky, sorry

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sleep comes and goes for you and it’s getting to a point where it worries him. when he rolled over in bed to snuggle you in close, he noticed you weren’t there. Henry cocked his eye brow up and patted your side of the bed. he opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder to his side table and squinted at the bright green lights of the clock and sighed. it was close to being 3am, your side had maybe a lingering of heat from you but he couldn’t tell.

“oh honey.” he whispered as he rolled completely over to open the blanket, he got out of bed, his knees popping as he stood.

he walked from the bedroom from the hallway when he had seen that you had lit your favorite candle, you had gotten it from a little store in town, saying that it smelt like the air when it was about to rain. next to the candle was a napkin filled with crumbs, guessing from your late night snack at the kitchen island. he trailed into the living room where there was a little glow from a light, which he was guessing the small lamp from the side table, and there you sat on your phone scrolling through god knows what.

your back was turned to him as you had his favorite blanket wrapped around your legs. Kal half way on you, half way off the couch, snoring loud enough where anyone could’ve thought he was an actual human.

clearing his throat, he asked, “what are you doing bug?” he rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the light.

you didn’t answer but Kal perked up so fast, seeing Henry, you had jolted in your spot with a gasp. you followed what the pup was staring at and took out your ear buds when you saw Henry. he lazily smiled at you.

he hadn’t realized you where zoned out in your own world, now he felt a little guilty, knowing maybe this was the only free time you had to relax.

“I’m sorry baby, did I wake you up?” you asked as you paused your music, sitting up straighter.

Oh (y/n), he thought, she looks so tired.

Henry sighed, but shook his head no. he saw the dark circles under your eyes. “No bug, you’re okay.” he smiled again, his voice still hoarse.

this was the third night in a row where you couldn’t sleep. you both had no idea what was causing the problem, maybe your anxiety, maybe your depression. your appetite wasn’t normal and your sleep comes and goes through out the night. you had told him you try to eat even when you weren’t hungry, and you had tried taking sleeping medicine to help, but it had made you more restless then normal, so you had stopped taking it.

“I moved to the living room so I wouldn’t wake you up from me moving around.” you sheepishly smiled. you hated waking him up, specially at this time. Hen’s been toning up again for another role he got, so he’s been in the gym and running so you knew he was tired and sore.

“No no baby, you’re okay, I had to get up soon anyway,” he kissed your cheek when he walked to the couch, patted Kal’s thigh to get him to scoot over so he could sit.

He put his legs up under the blanket with you and leaned on the other side of the arm rest, mimicking your position. he put his arm over the back of the couch and leaned his head on his bicep. he blinked up at you. you had worn one of his long sleeved tee shirts, with your cream colored cardigan.

you smiled at him, grabbing his hand in his lap and squeezed three times, i love you.

he squeezed back, i love you.

you could see the sleep written all over his face, he had sleep lines on his face, and under his arm from the bedding.

“did you get to sleep at all?” he asked, while stifling a yawn in the back of his hand.

you leaned your head on the couch, “i got maybe,” you scrunched up your face, thinking, “three hours?”

Henry chuckled and nodded slowly, well thats better than last night, he thought. “That’s better baby girl.”

“what where you listening to?” he asked, “the same ten songs on repeat?”

you chuckled and rolled your eyes, “yeah.”

he breathed in deep and looked out the window, hearing some of the critters outside, scurrying around. you had put out so many squirrel feeders in the backyard just so you and Kal could sit at the bay window and watch them run around, you naming off your favorites, when all Kal wanted to do was play with them, or eat them.

knowing that it was probably pretty close to the time he normally wakes up to get moving around for the day, he thought it would be a good idea to have you join him in his morning shower. maybe after getting fresh and clean you’ll feel a little better and feel relaxed enough to fall asleep. even if it’s just for a little while, its better than the little sleep you had already gotten. and maybe he can get you relaxed in other ways you both enjoyed doing.

“I need a shower, you want to join?” henry asked, looking back at you, wiggling his eyebrows, with a shit eating grin.

you laughed and nodded your head yes, “I don’t gotta be asked twice,” you said as you got up off the couch, excitedly grabbing his hand and pulling him off the couch.

“maybe after a hot shower, you’ll be able to sleep.” henry said to you, as you lead him to the bathroom.

you both walked into the bathroom, henry flicking on the light. releasing his hand, you walked to the shower to start the water, stripping yourself of your jammies, henry at his side of the bathroom counter, getting ready to brush his teeth. he peeked at you, you and all your curves, stretch marks, and all that you saw as imperfections, you where a goddess to him.

he loved every part of you, whatever you saw as imperfect, he loved even more. one of his main goals to make you believe that you where made just for him, if he could, he’d scream it to the world, praising you of your accomplishments, no matter how small. his baby was the light of his life and he wanted everyone to know.

he watched you bend over in the shower to feel the water and he groaned. seeing the curve of your ass and the way your back arched to adjust the hot water nob, made his brain fog of all the moments you’ve shared. knowing what you sound like, those little gasps, the way your skin feels under his hands, the way his name slipped from your puffy lips after sharing kisses and lingering nibbles from him.

he felt his cock swell, he looked down and pressed himself on the counter, thinking the pressure might help, but oh lord it didn’t. he breathed in a shaky breath, doing it again. his left hand gripping the handle of the toothbrush, while his right tightened on the marble counter top.

“i appreciate you hen.” you said sweetly, looking at him through the mirror, walking up to him and hugged him from behind. “you’re my best friend.”

he squeezed the counter top again, girl you mess me up, stop saying sweet things. he groaned internally.

he snapped out of his dirty thoughts, toothpaste foam on his lips, gone when he rinsed his mouth, putting the brush back in its cup with yours. “i appreciate you too bug,” he grabbed your hands and kissed both of them, smiling into her hands and nipping a little in the junction between her pointer finger and thumb.

“now get in the shower so i can dirty you up,” he smirked looking at you through the mirror as you peeked you head up over his shoulder, henry only able to see the top of your eyelashes. you giggled and released him, turning around.

like lightning, he spun around and smacked your ass, just a small tap. you gasped and giggled.

“okay okay, im movin’.” you said, opening the door to the shower, biting your lip secretly.

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a/n: give me your thoughts, feedback is always welcomed lovies 😘 & again i apologize if this format, theres only so much you can do on a phone.

#henry cavill fanfiction #soft!henry cavill #reader insert #henry x y/n #henry x you

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gardenofdelight · 3 years

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✨OC Questionnaire: Peaseblossom✨

a.k.a. Pixie Reader from Fairies May Cry

Full name

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Preferred name/nickname

Lil Pea, Lil Blossom, Sweet Pea

Generally referred to as

Peaseblossom

Appearance

FACECLAIM: Here’s a portrait I made using Artbreeder:

SEX: Female

HEIGHT: Just barely 5 inches in pixie form, 5 feet in human form.

WEIGHT: Light as a feather in pixie form, lightweight in human form.

BUILD: Lithe and slender.

HAIR: long, soft, and platinum blond. Usually braided with tiny flowers, but it comes down past her bottom when loose.

SKIN: White. Smooth and sunkissed from daily naps under the sun.

EYES: Purple like lilac flowers.They’re a bit wide and always seem to sparkle with mirth and mischief. Long eyelashes.

MOUTH: Small mouth with plump lips. Perfectly straight teeth and pure white.

NOSE: Small and rounded with a cute point at the tip and small nostrils.

HANDS: Small with short fingernails.

FEET: Small and dainty with short nails.

SCARS: None.

CLOTHES: Colorful dresses handmade from real flowers, but she prefers to be nude with a sprinkling of her fairy dust on her body most of the time

OTHER FEATURES: She has 2 pairs of iridescent wings much like a dragonfly.

OTHER NOTABLE FEATURES: She has a “fairy light” that changes color depending on her current mood.

Speech

VOICECLAIM: To be determined.

ACCENT: Fairly neutral.

VERBAL TICS: She has a tendency to repeat words when she’s overly excited about something. And she stumbles over her words when taken by surprise.

LANGUAGE: She can speak all known languages so long as she can hear it verbally first thanks to a little fairy magic.

ARTICULATION: She can be a little clumsy with words while explaining things but she does so on purpose sometimes if she’s hoping to get the upper hand in a deal.

EDUCATION: She prefers to use short and simple words but she’s learned a few big words that are hard for her to pronounce correctly.

LAUGHTER: Sounds like the tinkling of tiny bells in the wind, and she laughs and giggles a lot everyday.

GRUMP: She pouts, grumbles, and sneers whenever she’s annoyed or angry.

BREATHING: She gasps, humphs, and sighs a lot.

Mannerisms

FACE: She has a very expressive face and has a hard time hiding emotions on her face unless she’s working out a deal...then she has the best damn poker face in existence.

HANDS: She makes a lot of hand gestures whenever she’s excited or mad. Lots of arm crossing, finger wagging, curious poking, and happy clapping.

LEGS/FEET: She kicks her feet sometimes while flying and stomps her foot down when she’s angry.

EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: Her capricious nature makes her very prone to emotional outbursts. Crying and yelling when she’s upset and laughing and bouncing around when she’s happy.

HABITS: She likes to hum sometimes while hunting for lost trinkets and sing lullabies while making flower dresses.

POSTURE: She tends to slump a little while standing or sitting, but her posture straightens out whenever she’s very happy, angry, or taken by surprise.

WALKING POSTURE: She skips around gleefully when she’s in good, but she tends to stomp around when she’s in a bad mood.

SITTING POSTURE: She likes to sit with her legs crossed beneath her with a slouched posture.

PERSONAL SPACE: She doesn't have much of a personal bubble and tends to encroach on others’ personal space without realizing it.

SPACIAL AWARENESS: She’s really good at noticing what’s around her thanks to her constant hunt for the next best trinket.

OTHER: Her fairy light changes color depending on her mood. And her fairy wings tend to snap out when she’s surprised, droop when she’s feeling down, and flutter faster when they're buzzing with rage.

Health

DIET: Two words: liqueur and sweets! She loves fruity wines and sugary treats...it’s not really healthy and definitely not a well-balanced diet but pixies have an extremely high metabolism. She rarely eats vegetables and scoffs at anything boring and bitter.

SLEEP: She takes a lot of short naps throughout the day. Pixies don’t sleep for very long unless they’re completely exhausted. Many of her dreams consist of brave adventures with her trusty steed (a rat named Sir Hawthrone) and romantic dances with Pretty Boy (Vergil).

EXERCISE: Not very much but flying around and searching through all the nooks and crannies for lost trinkets is a bit of an exercise!

ACTIVITY: She works hard when she wants to, especially if she’s really excited about something...that’s usually when she pushes herself to exhaustion. But she can be pretty lazy some days...it all just depends on her mood at the moment.

CLEANLINESS: She bathes in the morning dew she creates every morning for her flowers. But sometimes she takes a shower with Pretty Boy when he’s not looking…!

ODOUR: Like a meadow of sweet flowers by a tranquil pond.

MEDICINAL DRUGS: No.

NARCOTICS: No.

ADDICTIONS: No...unless you count the obsessive need to make deals and having a sweet tooth as an addiction.

ILLNESS: No.

INJURIES: No.

PARASITES: No.

OTHER: To be determined.

Personal

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: She’s an exuberant extrovert. Lil Pea doesn’t let her small size get in the way of being social and outgoing, especially when it comes to things that pique her curiosity.

OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: Definitely an optimist.

GENDER: Female.

SEXUALITY: She has no set preference in regards to sex and/or gender. So long as they’re a very nice person with a kind soul. Any display of intentional cruelty or just general “meanie-ness” will make her look the other way.

ROMANTIC: Absolutely loves all the romance!

MEMORY: She has a very chaotic memory, usually wavering between highly accurate to absurdly silly.

PLANNING: She’s a terrible planner and just leaps right into things with a wide grin.

PENSIVE: She doesn’t spend a lot of time pondering about life...she’d much rather live in the now and not then or yet to come.

INTUITION: She has really good intuition so long as she isn’t figuring things out on an empty stomach.

PROBLEM SOLVING: She’s very good at solving puzzles and problems so long as it's very clever or in rhyming form.

GOALS: To find the greatest lost trinket in the world!

INSECURITIES: She thinks her wings aren’t as pretty as some of the other fairies with their beautiful butterfly wings. But she hides her insecurities well behind her cute and bubbly personality.

ACHIEVEMENTS: She’s very proud of her trinket collection and her ability to make Pretty Boy blush!

ANXIETY: Being trapped like a bug in a jar and Pretty Boy being in danger makes her super anxious.

OVERWHELMED: She only feels like things are too much when she’s stressed out.

SELF-HELP: She simply ignores her problems and moves on with life.

COMFORTS: Liquor, sweet treats, naps among the flowers, and Pretty Boy kisses.

BAD HABITS: She tends to exaggerate a lot which sometimes leads to more problems.

PHILOSOPHY: Not religious but does follow the creed of all fairies: always seek to make clever deals through trickery and under no circumstances are you to break a deal.

TRIGGERS: Glass jars and bird cages.

The Past

PARENTS/GUARDIANS: She doesn’t have parents per se...more like a mysterious guardian who brought her into existence with powerful magic. And they get along very well but haven’t seen each other in over a millennium.

SCHOOL: She never went to school...unless you count causing mischief a few times during some classes to make children laugh at the teacher’s expense.

ADOLESCENCE: She was never an adolescent.

LEAVING HOME: It was very exciting for her the first time since she’s always heard how much the mortal realm can be! But then she became a permanent resident when she escaped from the mages holding her captive.

FURTHER EDUCATION: She never went to college but wouldn’t mind causing some mischief there too.

FIRST JOB: She helped her guardian with his garden by tending to the flowers. She enjoyed putting dew on the blooms every morning and healing to sickly buds with her bell-like singing.

LIFE EVENTS: Making a deal with one of the Princes of the Seelie Court definitely brought more cheer into her life. But having that same Prince fail to protect her when she got captured by mages and enduring captivity brought pain and sorrow. And now finding a new protector has renewed her hope and continues to bring her joy every day.

WORST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: She was captured by mage and held prisoner for various vile experiments.

BEST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: Pretty Boy kissed her back.

LESSONS: Never trust someone solely on their looks...you must peer into their soul and judge them by their spirit. Never hide in the dark alone. Don’t eat too much strawberry ice cream or else you’ll suffer from the worst stomach EVER! And it only takes one fairy’s sugar to make Pretty Boy smile and sometimes blush!

LOOKING BACK: If Lil Pea could re-play her life and do something differently, she would’ve not joined the Prince’s revelry in the mortal world that fateful day.

Relationships

FAMILY: The crew at Devil May Cry are pretty much her family now.

FRIENDSHIPS: She has a lot of friends! Most of them are critters living in and around the shop...but they’re very loyal and love to go on adventures with her.

FRIENDS IN NEED: She will always be there for her friends with fairy dust to cheer them up...she’ll also offer to even the score if someone is the source of her friend’s troubles. This usually involves some elaborate pranks and tiny raspberries right in their face.

NEEDING A FRIEND: She usually seeks the comfort of her flowers and critter friends first...but sometimes she’ll go to her human friends when she needs help or advice. It just depends on her mood at the time.

ANNOYANCES: She gets annoyed very easily but reciprocates with swift pranks and raspberries right in the face when really irked.

ROMANCE: She’s a bit overt with her advances and has no problem giving her romantic interest pretty gifts. She’s attracted to people with a good and just soul...and being tall and strong doesn’t hurt either.

MARITAL PROBLEMS: She’s not married but she’d probably ignore the problem until forced to deal with it...and then her capriciousness would take over and it’ll either turn out very good or very bad but confusing nonetheless.

ADVERSARIES: She doesn’t like big meanies who ruin all the fun!

ENEMIES: Anyone who would hurt Pretty Boy or defenseless animals and children is an enemy to her. She also gets VERY angry when flowers are needlessly destroyed.

STRANGERS: She tends to hide from strangers since you never know if they’re real nice or a big meanie!

FUN STUFF: She loves to sing, dance, pull pranks, hunt for lost trinkets, make pretty dresses, and feast on all the sweets and booze!

DATING: She loves to dance with her romantic partner and will always be ready for a feast with good booze. But she finds a stroll among the flowers and fireflies at night very romantic.

BEST FRIEND: Her trusty rat steed, Sir Hawthorne...but Scruffy Boy and Sweet Lady have become close friends too!

LOVE: Her devilish protector will always have her tiny heart.

WORST ENEMY: Anyone who has terrible manners and harms flowers or Pretty Boy.

Interactions

MINGLING: She gets along with others so long as they have good manners and aren’t big meanies!

COMFORT LEVELS: She’s comfortable talking to people but will steer the conversation by any means necessary if they stumble upon a touchy subject. The only time she’s uncomfortable is when people ask too many questions or focus too much on the past and future.

PHYSICAL: She’s very touchy-feely! Loves to give hugs and poke noses no matter her size at the moment.

GROUPS: She’s comfortable in a big group so long as she knows everybody, but even that doesn’t stop her since she’s very good at hanging around while not being noticed. But sometimes she wants to spend time alone with one or two people who’ll give her plenty of attention.

OPENNESS: She opens up very easily up to a certain extent. It’ll take some patience and gentle prying to get her to talk openly up about her past.

GENEROSITY: She likes to give gifts to those who prove a friend to the Fae. She’d gladly lend money to a friend...so long as they make a deal with her in return. And it makes her very happy to receive gifts from others.

JEALOUSY: Anyone that takes her Pretty Boy’s attention away from her makes her feel incredibly jealous! But pulling a few pranks on the offender always makes her feel better.

TEMPER: She’s easily worked up thanks to the capricious nature of pixies.

EMPATHY: She can empathize but sometimes she doesn’t understand the reasons behind some mortal’s feelings, which leads to a misunderstanding if no one explains.

AFFECTION: Lots of hugs and “fairy’s sugar” with the occasional gift or helping hand with her fairy dust.

DISTASTE: Her fairy light will flash red as she blows many raspberries right in their face...and a few pranks if she REALLY dislikes someone.

ETIQUETTE: She has very good manners just like any fairy worth their salt! But most mortals don’t know the proper etiquette of the Fae...which may look very rude and inappropriate to them.

RESPONSIBILITY: She doesn’t like to admit when she’s wrong but will face the music when it all falls apart. Then, she’ll try to make up for her mistakes by any means possible.

SELF ESTEEM: She’s always had to stick up for herself until meeting the Prince since many of the Fae treat fairies born through non-fairy magic like her very poorly.

CONFIDENCE: She’s very confident in herself and her abilities despite being treated differently from her own kind.

HONESTY: She always speaks her mind unless she’s up to some mischief or feels that it might upset someone.

LEADER OR FOLLOWER: She’s a little of both. She usually follows but can take the lead if needed.

PARTY TRICKS: She’s an expert trinket finder, flower dressmaker, and can put dew on all the flowers in a meadow before the first ray of sunrise! And she also knows how to make pretty half devils blush.

PRAISE: Compliments and praise make her fairy light turn pink with joy.

FAILURES: Her capricious attitude can be irritating to some but her constant need to pull pranks is highly annoying.

CRITICISM: She doesn’t take criticism very well...she’d either burst into tears or swear pretty pixie vengeance on the unfortunate critic!

INSULTS: It depends on who’s insulting her. She’ll fire back with one of her inventive insults at some, but then get teary eyed at others.

EMBARRASSMENT: She’s not easily embarrassed but it still happens whenever she’s taken by surprise. Her fairy light turns pink and red as she scurries away to hide whenever she’s embarrassed.

FLIRTING: She’s VERY flirty...absolutely adores the way people light up and blush at her cute compliments.

ATTENTION SPAN: She has a very short attention span and tends to get easily distracted.

SITUATIONS: She’s very good at breaking up difficult situations but has a hard time dealing with them through patient conversation.

Life

CAREER: Expert trinket finder and very pretty pixie for Pretty Boy! It’s a very fulfilling career for a fairy.

PROMOTION: She’s eyeing the promotion known as “girlfriend” at the moment.

BOSS: She has a great relationship with her boss so long as she doesn’t tease him too much.

DUTY: She assists Pretty Boy with her unique talents and magical fairy dust.

TECH: She has no idea how to use modern technology but would find it very fascinating if she ever gave it a try!

POLITICS: Not political at all.

COMBAT SKILLS: She’s very good at blinding people with her fairy dust and is proficient in mounted combat on her ratty stead with her needle sword.

HOME: She keeps her personal space very tidy and filled with many different flowers.

DAILY LIFE: She goes through her day-to-day tasks with an eager wonder of unknown adventures that might happen along the way.

INDEPENDENCE: Very independent since escaping the mages to live in the human world.

COOKING: She can’t really cook but loves to help from time to time by sprinkling her fairy dust over food.

BUILDING: She can’t do basic DIY but she tries to help with her fairy magic!

CLEANING: She always tries to keep her personal space clean but her fairy dust remains always present all over her pile of flowers where she usually sleeps.

SHOPPING: She doesn’t really shop due to her small stature and shyness around a group of strangers, but she likes to accompany her friends on shopping trips. But if she ever got her hands on some funds while in her bigger form...Ooh she’d be the most impulsive buyer in the human world!

DRIVING: She doesn’t know how to drive but it always looked like so much fun whenever she rode in the van with Crazy Lady and Baby Boy!

FINANCES: She has the biggest trinket hoard in all the shop! But she doesn’t quite understand why mortals value pieces of paper with pictures of old people.

MARRIAGE: Not married. She doesn’t know why mortals need a huge ceremony to spend eternity together, but she loves all the pretty dresses and flowers at weddings!

KIDS: No kids. And she has no plans to have kids herself, but she loves to make children smile and laugh with her mischievous antics.

PETS: No pets.

DEPENDANTS: No.

LAW: To human standards? Definitely. But to fairy standards? No.

COURT: She’s never been to court.

PRISON: No.

TRAVELLING: She’s been to many places around various worlds and different realities.

MEDICAL: She doesn’t trust doctors and always makes sure to have an apple on hand whenever someone needs to keep them away.

ILLNESS: No.

WORRIES: She worries for Pretty Boy whenever nightmares plague his dreams at night.

PEACE: She doesn’t mind peace and quiet but there’s music in the air around her thanks to her own whimsical singing.

PARTYING: She LOVES to go out partying whenever possible! There’s nothing like a good revel with lively music and vast feasts!

HOBBIES: She collects lost trinkets, makes dresses out of flowers, and finds mischief in the unlikeliest places!

#peaseblossom #pixie reader #oc questionnaire #Fairies May Cry #time see what lies behind a very pretty pixie! ✨🧚‍♀️✨#harlot writes #harlot speaks

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Darksiders Arthurian Tales Revisited

Chapter 17: Trade Offs and Promises

In time the girls had come across Death and Morgen. The two had chosen to make themselves comfortable in the gardens, course they were apart from each other. Morgen was reading a book but occasionally stealing glances at Death as he meditated. The girls decided on a little plan, with a single look between them sealing that. One of the girls makes a trail of flowers, whilst the other forms a tiny crown out of the same flowers. Once they'd finished, Anna held her sister up on her shoulders and then they both fell over. Luckily for them, Death didn't move or show any sign of exiting his current trance. They took the opportunity to hurry up and get the thing on his head. Just as Elaine tenderly placed the crown on Death's head, his eyes snapped open.

"Boo!"

The girls screamed and fell over again as Death chuckled.

"No fair you cheated!"

"How so? You were the ones who came up to me assuming I wasn't paying attention." Death told them simply as he took the crown off his head, "So what were you planning on doing once you got this crown on me?"

The girls pointed to the trail of flowers that currently led to their Cousin, who shook her head whilst snickering a bit.

"Did you put them up to this? Or are they doing this of their own volition?", Death asked her.

"It certainly wasn't my plan, I assure you. Although it was amusing to observe their attempt at...whatever it was.", Morgen infers.

Death looks at the girls again, "Time to explain."

"Come on, everybody knows you and Cousin Morgen like each other.", Anna proclaims.

"Yeah, you always hang out together. Or go to the same places.", Elaine adds on.

"Because we're colleagues and friends. Do you know what that's like?"

The girls nod but Death can tell by their smiles that they don't quite get it. Or they don't care. Course he does get the feeling they may have other things to let him know about. But for now there was the current matter at hand, "Well girls. Essentially a man and woman can work together on something. But that doesn't mean they like each other. Not in the way you're thinking anyway."

"Mina's right then, you are a big dolt.", Anna told him a bit pouty.

Death cocked his head, "Excuse me?"

Elaine grabbed Anna's mouth and quickly explained, "Mina always calls you that, she says it's because you never seem to notice Morgen when she mmmph."

Death then glanced up at Morgen, who had silenced Elaine. Morgen was certainly blushing pretty damn hard right now. Not that he could blame her.

"Is there a reason why you silenced the children?"

"Well I only silenced Elaine, but regardless it seems as though they're getting a bit bothersome.", Morgen replied.

"Nuh uh.", The girls responded once their Cousin released Elaine. Leading to Anna being released by her sister.

"Girls let's just not get into relationship discussions right now. So run along already."

"But we wanted to tell Death something important?", Anna protested.

"What is the important thing? And it had better be so. Or else your Cousin is probably going to summon bugs in your pockets."

Both girls made a disgusted face at each other before Anna told him, "Fuzzball overheated today."

"We brought him back in, but we figured we should tell you since Puck says he might need a fur cut.", Elaine adds.

"Oi....Ok I'll get going in order to get him. Do you at least know where he is?"

"Mmhmm, he's in the room with that new boy. We don't know his name though." Anna responds simply.

"How in Creation di....no nevermind. I'll ask when I get there. Also before I go, girls please don't try to bring your Cousin and I together. Love's not something you can force. And finally, tell Mina to mind her own business about what I notice or don't notice."

The girls nod and even pinkie swear to him. Death can't help but chuckle, but as the girls insist on it he looks around before finally doing it with them. With that done he finally heads off and actually runs into Mina.

"Hello Death, everything well today?"

"Just foiled a prank by the girls. And they said something about you."

"Oh, and what was that then?"

"That I apparently don't notice Morgen that much when she's...something. Didn't catch the last part as Morgen was silencing Elaine at the time. That and you think of me as a dolt because of it. Is that them trying to spread rumors or is this the truth?", Death explains to her.

"Well I won't lie, ye are quite dense. I mean ya never seem to notice the little signs she gives ya."

"Signs for what, exactly?", Death asks.

"Signs that she likes ya. Come on don't tell me ya don't know what blushing, batting eyelashes, stealing glances, and excuses for touching all mean when put together.", Mina states.

"You do realize how long it's been since the last time I've had to deal with ANY of those types of interactions right?"

"That's no excuse for not knowing. Either yer ignoring her, which would be worse. Or yer just not seeing it at all. Although yer reaction to me earlier statement seems to prove ye do know what's going on.", Mina retorts.

Death sighs heavily annoyed, "You, Bardak, Puck, and Strife...for fuck's sake. How about leaving a man to his own business?"

"I raised Morgen for the better part of her days! Ye really think I wouldn't be concerned when I see a man she's into, acting in such a roundabout way that not even I can tell what's on his mind?"

"You do not want to know what's on my mind. For several reasons.", Death warns her as calmly as he can.

"Charming. Resorting to threats to get people to leave him be. You may not care...."

"IT'S NOT that I don't care. It's about who I am, and what I have done in my life."

Mina sighed, "Ye really think she cares about yer past? That she'd hate ya for it? How forgiving has she been since she's met ye? Has she once acted in prejudice towards ye?"

"Even if she were to accept what I've done, all of it. There's still those I work for, the Council. I no longer have the freedom to make the choices like that. Not after the deals I've had to make. And not without worrying about the consequences that may come with them."

Mina looked at him concerned, "What are ye saying? That the Council wouldn't allow ya to be with anyone?"

"Split loyalties as they would put it. They don't want any of that, for any reason. Not to mention the risk of the return of the Nephilim. Even if it's not pure, it's still a possible threat to them. I did have a daughter before. Did, being a keyword. Although due to recent events I do have a reason to doubt now. But if my suspicions are indeed correct, the Council may find out about it and deal with it. In their own special way. I'm worried that if they find about the split loyalties, they'd do the same to Morgen. Too many people, most I didn't even care for, suffered because of me and the choices. I won't....I can't allow the same thing to happen to Morgen. I refuse to let her suffer for my sake. She deserves happiness, with someone who can give it to her. Someone other than me.", Death tells her honestly.

"Ah, so that seems to be the problem.", Bardak says from the doorway.

"Oh son of a bitch."

"It's not just telling her, it's the potential consequences you're worried about.", Bardak states simply.

"Bardak, you weren't meant to hear that. Any of it."

"Hmph, but I did anyway so who knows. Maybe it's a good thing I did, so I can give ya some advice on the situation. But after we save your rodent from overheating."

Death immediately stands up, "Aw fucking damn it!"

As Death immediately begins getting ice water together in a bowl he calls up Ale.

"Ceise, I'm gonna need your help with Fuzzball. He's overheating again."

"Ah, time to sheer him then?", She asked over the crystal.

"Yep."

"Alright, I'll let you know when I'm ready for a teleporting. I need to get home first, as my tools are there.", Ale informs him.

"What are you doing out?", Death inquires worried.

"I needed supplies Atan. House has been low for a while, and with a few folks to help feed I couldn't wait much longer."

Death sighed, "So you're out getting supplies for the house? Be careful, I saw Leatherbeard out and about. And by the sounds of it, he's pissed. Probably being messed with by spirits of some forest, maybe he pissed off I don't know. Just stay safe."

"Of course, but I'll let you know if anything happens though, don't worry. Call you later Atan.", Ale assures him sweetly.

"Ok.", Death says before hanging up. He takes a deep breath as Bardak takes the bowl from him.

"Something bothering ya?"

"My Mother's out and about. And I'm worried about Leatherbeard finding her.", Death explains a bit worried still.

"She may be blind but she's still can hold herself up in a fight. Sorta."

Death just shakes his head, "Let's just get this over to Fuzzball so we can take of him. As best we can anyway."

They do so and Fuzzball is laying down in a shaded part of the room now. Puck's watching him keenly as he pants, then hears Bardak and Death coming back.

"Ah bout fucking time."

"Where is he?", Death asks.

"In that shady spot there. Still panting up a storm.", Puck states.

"Right. If this ice water isn't enough I'll probably let him soak in some cool water afterwards.", Death expresses as Bardak places the bowl by Fuzzball.

As Fuzzball scoots over to it and begins drinking, Death gets on one knee to pet him gently. "There there, we'll sheer you later. I assure you on that."

Meanwhile Ale and C continued their walk back to her home.

"Sorry to ask for your help there young lady.", Ale told C apologetically.

"I told ya.....just C will do. Now let's get this stuff back to your house huh? Gregory and Wren are probably hungry by now."

"I've no doubt they are...hmm?", Ale said before suddenly stopping. Her ears perking for any noise.

"Something wrong Ale?"

"Hm? Oh just...thought I heard something." , Ale tells her, still not moving.

"Could just be some critter in the brush. No offense Ale."

"No no, I heard something else. Something like metal.", Ale explains nervously.

C palms her blade, and begins to sniff the air around her, "Come to think of it, did it always smell like years of uncleaned piss and shit?"

Ale looked at her shocked, then smacked her upside the head, "Really?"

"What?"

Little did they know, who was currently watching them. Leatherbeard sneakily comes up behind them, "Actually, to be more accurate about the scent. It's fish guts and sea brine."

He grabs Ale but launches his anchor at C. It hits before she can even blink. Knocking her clean out after she hits a tree that nearly snaps at the force.

"Listen carefully, pay attention and don't disobey. Or else, she won't be alive or pure. Now call your dear son.", Leatherbeard tells Ale after grabbing C by her head.

Ale buckles and calls Death nervously, worrying Death as he wasn't expecting her to be this fast.

"Ceise what's wrong? What's happened?", Death quickly questions her.

Leatherbeard however takes her crystal, "Well hello there Death."

"LEATHERBEARD.", Death growls through the crystal.

"The one and only, so ya know why I'm calling?", Leatherbeard says smugly.

"I'm afraid to guess."

"Hahahahaha....aw don't worry. I just want to have a little talk with ya. First off, I need to see if this sounds familiar at all to you." Leatherbeard states before stomping on C's chest. Causing her to yell out in pain.

"AHHHHHAAAAAAUUGH!"

"C!", Death shouts in worry.

"I thought that'd seem familiar to you, good good. But I need ya to come over, you can bring some friends if you want. However, I do have some rules First off, did you get my little puppy? Cause I'd like him back. Also I'm gonna need little Morgana, and sweet Arty too. Their Daddy needs them back."

"And if I don't?", Death inquires.

"Hahahah...Then I'm gonna set up a little cook off here, involving this one's village," Leatherbeard declares pulling on Ale's ear. Then he twists his foot on C's chest, "Then I'm gonna treat myself to this one."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"C!", Death shouts to her in worry.

"Yeah yeah, and then I'm gonna take this little bunny here out to dinner for some lapin a la cocotte."

Death freezes at that and quickly tells Leatherbeard, "I'll show up just leave them be!"

"Alright good. Now that we're seeing eye to eye on something, come on down. And make sure you meet my terms. I expect to see you around midnight, coming early is acceptable. Come in late, and I'll need to do me some cooking."

"I have some terms and conditions myself. First order of business, you will bring no harm to Ale or C.", Death warns him.

"Eh I expected that. I'll try and keep to that as best I can, as long as either of them behave themselves."

"Ok. Second off, the village will NOT come to harm."

"I'll see what I can do on those fronts. Anything else?", Leatherbeard asks.

"Can I at least be honored with a fight?"

"Sure. As long as you go en tête-à-tête with me, so be it."

"Then so be it. One on one, as you wish.", Death tells him.

Bardak looks at him like he's stupid, "Are ye fucking insane?! Ye do realize he'll cheat right?"

"He'll do something to outdo me, but I'm not so easy to kill. You know this Bardak."

War then comes in, having overheard it, "As always you let overconfidence be your undoing."

"You do realize that I'm going in knowing how to kill him, possibly? And I'm going in with you guys, and anyone else who's willing to join in.", Death states.

Arn raises his hand but Death shakes his head.

"You don't exactly have much of a choice. Given current circumstances.", Death states.

"Oh, and why is that?"

"He wants you back."

Arn begins to get a bit worried but is suddenly hugged by Puck. He tries to pull away but finds Puck is stronger than he lets on.

"Uh NO he will not be going be ANYWHERE near that Motherfucker! I actually already KNOW ABOUT THOSE RUMORS, NO! NO, JUST NO."

All of sudden, Death feels a heeled boot hit him in the back of the head, "What the hell?"

"Oh don't you what the hell me you estúpido hijo de puta!"

"Well two can play at that game señora. Quién diablos eres tú?", Death retorts to the woman before him.

Course Arn answers that question for him, "Mama?"

The woman shoves Death to the side with surprising strength and her eyes widen, "My niño....my boy!"

Quickly she embraces Arn, leaving him reeling as he wasn't expecting her to come so quickly for him. Course Death now felt EVEN WORSE about the situation.

"He's expecting us to bring him along. But he is allowing me to bring others. Do you know who Leatherbeard is señora?", Death inquires of the woman.

The woman, who looked like a Spanish version of his own Mother but not exactly like a Lepus, immediately turned to look at him. Her eyes suggesting fury as her foot thumped hard against the floor, "Oooooohohohoho...I know very well of him. That depravado hijo de puta con una polla kraken."

Bardak looked at both Arn and Death, "Uh somebody gonna translate that?"

"She called him a depraved son of a whore with a kraken dick.", Arn responded before receiving a boot to the head.

"Language niño!"

"Mama I'm almost grown!"

"Doesn't mean you are yet! Now hush.", Esmie told him firmly.

Bardak continued to look confused, "Uhhhh...is anybody gonna introduce us to her? Cuz I'm mighty confused, and she scares me. I know she don't have silver but she still scares me. A little bit like my wife when she's mad, especially if I don't remember to certain 'things'. Not gonna get into that but STILL."

Puck then facepalms, "This 'lovely' woman here is Arn's adoptive Mother, Esmie. But Esmerelda is what we call her."

"Ah ok......is anybody gonna translate anytime she speaks Spanish? Cause I don't know it and can't keep up."

"Don't worry, I volunteer as translator.", Death responds.

"Good. Cause you know I only know how to speak Orcish, Goblin, Giant, and Dragon. Sometimes....on occasion. Like for the most part I can speak it on my own pretty well, but I can speak it very well on rare occasion.", Bardak states.

"When the hell is that?", Puck asks.

"When he's drunk. I know, I've seen it. It's one hell of spectacle.", Death replies simply.

"Yeah well you should see me when I'm pissed. That's then when the whole thing's lost."

"I've also seen that, and I heard some keywords during that. Definitely a state of mind I never wanna see this man in. Much less face head on." Death expresses.

"Right. Although before you go into that fight, you're taking this. Just hide it on your belt in a way he won't see it. I mean it, hide that dagger well." Bardak warns Death in a rare serious tone.

"I will. Thank you Bardak. Let's hope my skills are enough though."

"So aside from Bardak and myself, who else is coming?" War asks.

"Esmie, as I'm sure she'll want to protect her son. Just be aware that should anything go wrong you'll have the fight of your life." Death warns her.

"I'd like to see that bastard try! I won't let him hurt my Mama." Arn declares.

"You're brave boy, you might survive long enough for your Mother to get you two out of there if something goes wrong. Course as much as I hate this, he's asked we bring Morgen and Arthur." Death explains a bit solemnly.

"What's going on, and who wants you to bring my Niece and Nephew anywhere?" Vortigern demands of Death.

"Leatherbeard, he's taken my Mother and C hostage. He demands I bring Morgen, Arthur, and this young man here. I imagine Morgen's mentioned him to you."

"Aye she has."

"He is granting me a fight though, one I intend to win." Death expresses.

"If you're going to face that creature alone, make sure you know what you're doing. Morgen would be devastated at another person suffering or dying for her." Vortigern tells him.

"I have something that may help with that." Death assures him.

"Yeah, but be aware that Leatherbeard may have something on you as well. Whether it's magic or weapon, either one will do in this situation." Bardak warns him sternly.

"I'll be mindful, now let's uh....make sure Morgen is prepared for this."

"I'd prefer you told her yourself Death. The rest of us can prepare in the meantime. I'm trusting you to protect her and Arthur as best you can. Good luck."

"I'll do all I can. Thank you Vortigern." Death says before going off.

From there, Death finds Morgen standing on a balcony. She looked so at peace whilst looking out upon the land. Death admittedly felt awful about having to ruin this moment, but had no choice. He went up to her and placed a hand on hers.

"Morgen, forgive me. I bring news you won't like, in any way."

"What's wrong?" Morgen asked worried as she noted his tone.

Death couldn't help but cup both her hands in his own, "I'm so sorry Morgen, but Leatherbeard has asked I bring you, Arthur, and Arn to him. All in order to ensure my Mother and C aren't harmed in any way. He is granting me a chance to fight him however. And I swear to you right now, I WILL NOT LOSE TO HIM. NO MATTER WHAT."

Morgen felt her heart racing as he spoke, and quickly embraced him, "If you truly must do this, I only ask you one thing. Let me grant you a blessing, one that will give you an edge. So long as this is at night."

"It will take place at night. Although what is this 'blessing' you wish to give me?"

Morgen sighed deeply and told him, "It's an....'intimate' affair. We must do it at night, and we must do it within water. Starting it at dusk does count however."

"If by 'intimate' you mean...THAT...then no. I will not do that to you. I...think I appreciate the thought it's just that....it's a bit strange for me. That's all." Death expresses with a mix of embarrassment and concern.

"I just want to ensure you're safe out there, given who you are facing. And I......I don't want to lose to anyone else...I don't want to lose you." Morgen admits to him whilst turning to the side.

Death maintains his grip on her hands for a moment, then gently grabs her chin to turn it back towards him, "I'll be fine. Besides I think I have something that will work against that bastard. A promise I intend to keep on our return."

Morgen then watches as he removes his mask with his other hand then wastes no time closing the distance between them. The kiss she receives isn't the rushed one from before. Rather, this one is more deliberate. It felt more meaningful to her, as well as fulfilling. Death ends it after a few seconds that felt like minutes in that moment. It felt as though he'd broken through a wall. And behind that wall, was a truly beautiful garden full of calm and quiet. He let Morgen glance upon him without the mask a moment longer and then replaced it upon his face.

"Was that....your promise then?" Morgen inquired as her heart raced all the more.

Death's own raced with hers as he replied, "A promise that we'll make it out alive. A promise....that I'm going to try to....make a few steps...in hopefully a fruitful direction."

Morgen's eyes widened and turned a golden amber color as she finally told him, "Death, I love you."

"I could tell." Death told her before gently placing the side of his head against hers. The giggle she gave in response was all Death needed to know in terms of if that would be enough to show that he loved her. Beyond saying the words.

Death then hurries off to Bardak, a bit unsure about everything. Bardak could tell something went down through his body language.

"So?"

"So what?" Death asked.

"So how'd it go?" Bardak inquires.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean how'd it go with Morgen?" Bardak presses.

"It went well."

"And?"

"And? Why do you need to know about this?" Death questions while looking at him weird.

"Uh you're my best friend, I definitely gave ya some motivational speeches, and ye were in there for a long time. So SOMETHING happened."

Death sighed, "And what would you do if I told you?"

"Eh probably give ya some advice."

"Again? And then what?" Death inquired.

"And then I'd just see what else I can do. This is a work in progress man, remember that."

"If I tell you, I must you remain discrete. Do NOT share this with Strife cause he'll use that as ammo. Don't share this with Fury, because she'll hang this over me almost like blackmail. And don't tell War, or else he'll tell everybody." Death warns him.

"War wouldn't do that."

"True but still. I don't want to risk him. I may not usually have to worry about him, but still there occasional moments. Especially when Strife is egging him on."

Bardak only chuckles, "Heheh ok then, I won't say a thing. So, anything happen?"

"I kissed her."

"And?"

"And what?" Death asks confused.

"And what else?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Did you do or say anything else?" Bardak presses.

"No. No I did not."

"Seriously?"

"YOU were the one who said actions speak louder than words. And for me that was pretty damn loud. Besides she got it....I think."

Bardak facepalmed, "Man actions do speak louder than words, but they hold more of a punch with words."

"Why didn't you tell me that before?"

"I was expecting ya to already get it."

Death facepalms as well, "Why would you think that?"

"Cause most of the time, and this is normally in battle I'll admit, you typically have good words to put behind the action. I'm not saying be a smartass about it, but try to come off just as suave."

"Do you even know what suave means?" Death questions him skeptically.

"For the most part yes, pretty sure Strife does too. I mean look at him and Miriam. If she was regular sized, those two would already be in bed by now."

"You do realize that she..."

"I know she has her kinks, but my point still stands as strong. You're gonna have to tell her, and you're gonna have to do it right." Bardak informs him.

After a moment of silence Death finally says, "Fine. I'll tell her after this crap is over with. Did tell her I have a promise to keep so..."

"There see that. That works. Should've mentioned that to me."

"Alright I guess should've told you that part if it would've shut you up. Anyway, we need to get moving soon." Death told him before leaving the room. He then caught Harker outside in the hall, "Harker, I need you to stay here. I'm going to be asking you a bunch of things so be ready when I'm back."

"Wait back? Where are you going?" Harker demands in a bit of worry.

"I'm going to face Leatherbeard. He's holding C and my Mother hostage, and wants me to bring Morgen, Arthur, and the kid from the other night. He is giving me a chance at a battle, but I don't intend to lose." Death expresses to him.

"After what happened with Miriam how can you be so calm about this?! You were scorched last time!" Harker yells in shock.

"I'm calm, because I have to be. If I'm not, I'll only be worse off in this fight. Just promise me you'll remain here, please."

Harker only sighs, "I will, but I must beg you to wait until I can call on an old acquaintance. Once I've done so, I can feel at ease with you doing this."

"I have until midnight, how long do you think it will take him?"

"Depending on where he is, maybe a few hours. I can always ask, or teleport him if we're able to. Or if he's willing to put up. He's had bad experiences with rapidly changing locations, something about what the barometric pressures changing or sea levels. I can't tell with him sometimes." Harker admits.

"Ok what the hell? Who is this person."

"Stormbeard." Harker states.

"Seriously? Stormbeard? You're friends with him?"

"Acquaintances. I joined his fleet after he saved me from Leatherbeard. Although he's similar to a sink or swim mentality, depending on a few things. And after a certain 'incident' he gave me the nickname Stormcaller. Either way, the man terrifies Leatherbeard, as he's one of the very few people that can actually harm him."

"How so?" Death asks curiously.

"One of Leatherbeard's few weaknesses, is lightning. Which Stormbeard can conjure at will due to a certain lineage he has. How do you think Leatherbeard got his name in the first place?"

"Stormbeard is the reason behind those burns?"

"And then some. Trust me, if anything goes wrong, having him on standby will be a true help, I'm sure of it." Harker informs him.

"Ok then, call him up. See how long it will take him to get here."

"Alright, I'll do just that." Harker states before hurrying to do so.

Meanwhile back in the arena, a massive man became aware of a new visitor. He looked down on the ornately dressed King before him.

"What do you want? I'm a busy man you know." He stated carving at some ice in his cell.

"Yes I hear home decor is rather 'time consuming'." Uther pointed out.

"Ugh, make it quick."

"I need you to do something for me."

"What? And this better not be stupid." The man informed him.

"I need you to retrieve my daughter and little son. The boy I sent never returned, and Leatherbeard has failed. Should you find Leatherbeard tell him to stand down, as his failure has been noted. As for the boy, if you bring him back as well, I will grant him mercy."

The man's eyes widen before he stands up, towering over Uther easily, "Who's the boy in question?"

"I thought someone would've told you, it's that one you always keep close to you. Arn." He then growls lowly and Uther wags his finger, "Don't transform unless you want your collar to activate again."

He thinks for a minute with quieter growls before finally responding, "Where was the last report of their location?"

"They're in the Unseelie territory last we checked, before Leatherbeard started blinking all over the place."

"What the hell?"

"Yes strange, either way bring back the boy alive and I may show him some mercy. You have twenty-four hours to do so." Uther expresses.

With a slight growl-like chuff he says, "Very well little King. You shall have your boon. Although, I will need some aid in this. Proper armor, and weapons."

"I know fully well you won't need those. I know what you are, as well as the rules and limitations of your kind. You are a Jotun, and it's not wise to hide it. What will you need, is this." Uther states whilst presenting a rune. One the Jotun knew all too well.

"You bastard."

"This is only to ensure your return, and to make sure you follow orders. Be lucky, that is not the boy instead of you who bares it. Or else he would've been dead a long time ago." Uther explains calmly.

"At least give me a scent to follow."

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FIRST: Alternia or Beforus or some type of AU?

Alternia, but like on an alternia where the Beta trolls never existed, but trolls like the Signless did

Ooh, so like the Signless and the ancestors were all natural-born on-planet trolls and were not created or cloned through ectobiology? Interesting premise.

Name (preferably include how you came up with it and why): Rivlos Iqtaaz (I got it out of a random troll name generator, and i thought it was cute)

I like Rivlos for her caligniousexual nature, as it sounds a bit like Rivals! Manufacturing a meaning where there wasn’t one before haha. Iqtaaz most closely reminds me of…. Iqta’, an old Islamic method of tax farming that allowed greater autonomy under leadership. So we can keep that name and work it in thematically. Name magic we’ve done here.

Age: 7.38 sweeps

Strife Specibus: Riflekind (this is because my computer tried to autocorrect Rivlos to Rifle)

I do appreciate the pun, but maybe a set of throwing batons?

It still allows her to utilize it like a ranged weapon, but fits her interest in cheerleading!

Fetch Modus: Charm Bracelet Modus, where basically she keeps them all on a charm bracelet, but in order to make sure she picks the right thing she has to not touch ANYTHING ELSE on the bracelet, which gets harder as she acquires more stuff

This is so cute. Her finances interest originally tempted me to do an accounting log but… this is too cute to pass up.

Blood color: Violet

Symbol and meaning: Honestly, when I first made her I randomized all of the possible sign options, and she got a spade. I used to make her what I call caligniousexual, or only sexually attracted to her pitch partner. It’s cool if you change it to Aquacen or Aquacer.

Hmmm. Hm. Hm. I do like the spade sign, so I’ll figure out a way to match it with Aquacen/cer and violet sign language.

Trolltag: achievementContestant

audaciousCaptain, maybe? Recognizing her sassy nature and leadership capabilities.

Quirk: The quiכk brΘwn fΘx jumps Θver the lazΨ dΘg

I think you should maybe have her <Bracket her sentences with spades3< instead of utilizing too many special characters. Maybe have her replace O’s with ꚙ to represent links, the bonds between people.

Special Abilities (if any): none

Lusus: South American Sea Lion with walrus tusks, peregrine wings, and elephant ears

This is a fun idea but I think………… I’m going to recommend a Portuguese Man O’ War type critter, a big ol’ collection of creatures. Because they’re a little biological confederation of four separate organisms working together and I think that’s just lovely. Also because sea lions are aquatic mammals and she’s a violet, so she needs a fully aquatic lusus.

Personality: Loves to travel, likes troll pita bread, a natural born leader, confident…sometimes, able to speak to a crowd, does endurance running for fun, aloof, doesn’t make friends easily, kind-hearted, wise, bad at keeping friends when she does make them, socially awkward when not leading, lonely even in crowds, sad, can be a smartass, a self depreciation extraordinaire, an amazing writer, very envious of people who can make and keep friends easily, caring and loving, loyal, creative, sasses with out thinking, then gets super embarrassed, knows a lot of totally unimportant trivial facts, rather polite, a bit naive, shy when not leading, and easily influenced (sorry for the block of text! D: )

Don’t worry, text blocks are a great way to communicate personality haha. I like her a lot! She has a lot of great variation in her personality. I hope she has some pretty big leadership goals. To tie back in the taxation thing I referenced and her interest in finances, maybe she could be the leader of a communal area? Like act as protector over a defined area and people pay her taxes for the privilege of her leadership? But they’re able to come and go as they please, of course.

Interests: Finance, Cheerleading, Pets, Fashion, Dolphins

Dolphins are the cheeriest animals even if they’re very dangerous, so I appreciate that. Maybe she should be interest in animal training in general? Teaching animals to do tricks, teaching them to work together and do jobs…

Title: Mage of Blood

I think she might best serve as a Sylph of Blood. Someone who is able to passively form and create bonds and create FROM bonds. Her inverse would then be Prince of Breath, which implies a little destruction of Freedom, but that’s fine when it’s necessary.

Land: The Land of Ink and Pulse (thanks 9 from creative classpect! :D) (I didn’t send in the commission [mainly cuz i’m broke] but i did find it when searching for Mage of Blood lands)

I don’t feel comfortable grabbing right from another source for this… I might recommend the Land of Pom and Pay. A land with pompom trees and some such about money, with an added bonus of being a Pompeii pun that could result in explosive city fun where she has to bring the consorts together to help them either save each other or rebuild.

Dream Planet: Not sure, sorry D:

I think prospit might be most fitting.

Here’s the picture of her

(If that doesn’t work, she has a black bob cut, thinnish horns, cleft lip, wears a black tunic that drapes between her legs and behind her, grey hammer pants, purple boots, and her symbol is either Aquacer or Aquacen, I’m not sure)

I didn’t make the sprite, and I made her on the Fargo Fiction Doll Sim thing, back before the Extended Zodiac came out

The picture didn’t work, unfortunately. So it’s from scratch we go:

Horns: I made them thin as you noted and had them reflect the nature of her symbol!

Hair: I gave her a cute and voluminous bob, complete with a headband and a hairbow.

Face: I gave her sharp eyelashes and made her seem really lively and enthusiastic! Her eyes are edited from Terezi’s. The mouth (edited from Vriska’s) gives her that cleft lip and some big teeth.

Jacket: I patterned it off of dog-training jackets, meant to be waterproof and bite-proof!

Symbol: It’s an abstracted spade with wave sides that references the crosses found in the Aquacer symbol.

Skirt: It looks a little like a pleated cheerleader skirt.

Shoes: Edited from a pair of Jake’s, some white boots!

As a final note, I LOVE this blog, even though I just discovered it today. You guys do amazing work here, and are so sweet and kind to people. In fact, the whole reason I sent in my character was because you all made it look so fun and exciting. Thank you so much for reading this, and I’m so sorry if it’s super long for you. Have a good day/night! :D

I’m so glad you love this blog! We love putting a lot of care and attention into the work. Thank you so much for sharing your troll and for the compliments. I appreciated reading about her a ton! Have a good day/night yourself!

-CD

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