#maces art corner!
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He has taken over my mind
The stupid mother fucker that helped me figure out I was agender
I love him sm <3
I've been working on how I draw him and object characters since I hated my last piece sm lol
#maces art corner!#art#bfb#bfdi#four bfdi#four bfb#digital art#battle for bfdi#battle for dream island#battle for battle for dream island
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idk, it was a long time i used a pen
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Kind of a sequel to this post based off AU art done by @chiliger
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"...nearly made him jump 20 feet into the air. He was not amused."
The laughter that filled the air was loud enough to cover the snort of amusement that Cody let out as he sipped his drink.
"I hope you got a vid of that, Kenobi never gets scared as far as I know." Wolffe sat forward with a grin, his elongated canines startling some nearby natborns that were passing by 79's. It wasn't often a lot of the commanders were on Coruscant at the same time, and in honor they were gifted the expansive table that overlooked the street and hyperlane outside the bar.
"Oh yea, copied it the second he stalked off to his quarters." Cody chuckled, sitting back with a crack of his neck.
"So, he still talk to you like a nervous shiny when he sees your teeth?" Bly smirked, stealing the last of the bar food that Fox had ordered some time ago.
"Not as much, but if he thinks I don't feel the way he watches me all the time, he's mistaken."
"So...are you going to take your shot?" Fox took a swig of his drink, quite firmly in the drunk-but-not-overly-so department. "Because if not..."
"Don't..." Cody growled, and bares his teeth at Fox as the others giggle and laugh at the display.
"Please, Foxy here has his own prey." Rex snickered from his corner of the table, using Ponds as a support to stay upright. He may or may not have had more than a few drinks, and may or may not be finding this entire situation hilarious. "More than one I've heard too?" Rex is sent into some proper laughter when Fox's much louder growl and bared teeth silences a few nearby tables, officers and various troopers freezing as they seemingly await some sort of standoff before realizing it had nothing to do to them. A quick glanced shows that Fox is focused on someone at his table and not on any of them, and slowly conversation resumes save the occasional look their way.
It was never wise to be around a higher ranked officer when they're facing off over someone they had feelings for.
"Careful Rex, might end up arrested until you're sober." Bly snickered, and Fox snorts in amusement as he relaxes back into his seat.
"I am just Fox right now, and I am going to keep drinking until I forget what the GAR is." Fox waved for a fresh round, Cody patting his shoulder with a nod.
"Then let's keep the stories coming eh? Maybe scare some of the others again. Should get you plenty drunk eh?"
Fox grinned, and raised his glass with a hum.
By the end of the night they're the last ones in 79's, so drunk and unaware the music had died down and people had left they failed to see a group of amused men sitting at the main bar.
"How much longer do you think it'll take?" Anakin Skywalker grinned, sipping a water as he watched the commanders burst into laughter about something.
"A few minutes, Ponds appears to be slowly falling asleep." Plo Koon hummed, using the bar as a seat in his meditation pose.
"I do hope so." Obi-Wan Kenobi was trying very hard not to blush as he listened to Cody talk about an encounter they had shared a few weeks ago. Mace Windu was staring at him, and he was going to be damned if he let the man have a single inch of blackmail material via his reaction.
"What, all the glittering teeth over there setting you off?" Anakin snorted into his drink, jumping out of the way when a bar stool is thrown in his direction. The noise attracted the attention of the drunken crew, who finally seemed to realize that there were Jetti in a very empty bar, and attempt to stand at attention.
Instead, Bly and Wolffe trip over their own feet, and without Fox and Rex grabbing them, they would have fallen flat on their faces.
"At ease, at ease." Plo chuckled, moving to stand as the group stumble their way down towards the bar. "We thought you may want some assistance, you all are quite inebriated."
"That means drunk." Bly snickered, and everyone but Wolffe starts giggling as their Jetti watch on with some soft chuckles among them.
"Come, you can stay in the Temple tonight, it's much closer than your barracks." Windu waved his hand to start turning off the last of the lighting the owners had left on, Plo and Anakin becoming some support for the drunk men to remain upright. Cody suspiciously was the closest to Obi-Wan, hugging the man from behind and all but melding them together.
"Hello sir." Obi-Wan is very aware that Cody is dragging his feet, the others already out the door by the time the two of them had made it even halfway across the room. "Didn't see you waiting for us."
"It's quite alright." Obi-Wan coughed, nearly jumping again when Cody presses his face against his neck. "Cody?"
"Mhm?"
"May I ask why you're uh, so close to my neck?" Obi-Wan bites his tongue when he feels Cody hum, the noise rumbling in his chest.
"No reason." The clone purred, and mumbles something Obi-Wan can't catch.
"Come, there should be a vehicle for us to use." Obi-Wan knows the others have already gone, and is grateful that Mace in particular isn't there to tease him. He goes to say something else, but whatever words that were forming in his mind are suddenly scattered when Cody presses a kiss to his neck. The man is letting his canines purposefully drag as he kisses a trail along Obi-Wan's shoulder, pushing away thoughts of wanting to do more as he finally pulls away from his flustered general.
"Coming general?" The drunken man grinned, stepping around so he could get a look at the wide-eyed Jetti.
"....you are an absolute bastard." Obi-Wan's voice is strained as the two finally leave the bar, Obi-Wan locking the door as Cody stumbles to the nearby speeder. "Passenger seat Comm-dear."
Now it was his turn to see the way Cody looked back, reminding him of a fresh-faced solider the way he stumbles into the passenger side of the speeder.
Obi-Wan is grinning the entire ride to the Temple, and Cody has his face in his hands at being the one to be an embarrassed mess upon their arrival.
Oh well, there's always next time.
#personal#star wars#clone wars#bigger teeth clone au#bigger teeth au#chiliger#commander cody#obi wan kenobi#codywan#commander fox#commander wolffe#captain rex#commander ponds#commander bly#master windu#anakin skywalker#plo koon#just having fun with this AU
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Amidst the political labyrinth of Coruscant, where power struggles echoed in the hallowed halls of the Senate, a different dialect emerged. Troops on Coruscant, especially those of the Coruscant Guard, mastered the art of subtlety. Their gestures were slight, almost imperceptible to the untrained eye. They relied on minute changes in body positions, crafting a language that allowed them to communicate discreetly amidst the chaos of political intrigue.
The influence of Jedi Generals left an indelible mark on the evolution of this silent language. Mace Windu's troops, disciplined and reserved, utilized gestures that were succinct, cutting to the heart of the matter. Anakin Skywalker's troops, infused with his passion and intensity, employed colorful, rapid movements, their hands a blur of activity. Plo Koon's troops, mirroring the fluidity of their Kel Dor leader, moved with a graceful flow, their signs embodying a sense of calm amidst the storm.
Specialized units, experts in their fields, crafted intricate vocabularies tailored to their expertise. SCUBA units, masters of marine environments, developed an extensive lexicon for underwater conditions, their signs flowing like the currents they navigated. Bomb disposal units, tasked with handling explosives, created detailed signage for different types of bombs, ensuring precision in their high-stakes missions.
In the shadowy corners of the Senate, the Coruscant Guard meticulously honed a complex vocabulary. Their signs spoke of degrees of treachery, allowing them to assess the moral compass of those they guarded, ensuring the safety of the Republic from within its very heart.
All I can do is breathe in awe at this masterfully crafter piece. It's perfect. <3
#coruscant guard#star wars clone wars#mando'a sign language#mando'a#mandalorian culture#clone troopers
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Shadowheart's Capture
Summary: Captured by Minthara in the temple of Selune, Shadowheart must please Minthara and Rugan until help arrives
Pairing: Shadowheart x Rugan x Minthara
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI, Dub Con
POV: 3rd Person
Words: 5400
Notes: Inspired by this artwork by Poar Art
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“Run!” Tav was shouting as they rounded the corner. Tav had a frantic look in their eyes and the party stirred from their hiding places at the sound.
Goblins began spilling around the corner behind tav, four, ten, fifteen, Shadowheart lost count but there were easily thirty in the group.
“Ruuun!!” Everyone prepared their weapons, and reached for their packs frantically, preparing for an escape.
Laezel quickly notched and loosed an arrow. A whiz, plunk, and scream let her know it had found its mark in the leading goblin. But there weren’t enough arrows or enough time to stop them all.
Shadowheart said a brief prayer and channeled her energy towards the now nearest goblin to Tav. Its eyes widened as its skin sizzled then burst into flame. “May Shar bless and keep you!”
Gale had quickly flipped through his spellbook, found what he was looking for, and after some terse muttering and hand waving, a series of magic missiles erupted from his fingertips, shooting towards Tav, then flowing around them like water. Each missile found its mark center mass in six different goblins. They were bowled over, but quickly replaced by more.
Tav was almost to them, but the goblins continued to gain ground. There was no way they were going to make it out of this camp and into the wilderness like this.
Everyone’s packs were on now and they ran through the winding passageways to the exit of the temple. A light pain in her hand made Shadowheart wince, but it was the least of her worries. She had nearly forgotten her weapon in the rush, but quickly grabbed the bladed mace and fell in behind Tav, Laezel, and Gale.
They had decided to only bring a small scouting party to avoid attention, but Shadowheart was missing the huge flaming barbarian and her warlock companion right now. They ran slower than her and would provide one more chance at escape.
The goblins had bows and throwing weapons but were showing remarkable restraint in not using them. Likely their orders were to capture alive if possible. It seemed they were anxious for any information leading to the grove.
The exit doors were still open and they came closer and closer to freedom. If they could get out and shut the doors, Gale would be able to magically lock it and buy them the time they needed to get scarce.
Gale was first out, then Laezel, and Shadowheart close behind. Tav’s foot caught on a rock they went careening into the ground just short of the door. Shadowheart’s first instinct was to leave them behind, but the device had chosen Tav, and she couldn’t allow it to fall into the hands of the goblins.
A rock whizzed by her head as she ran back to Tav to help them up. There was no time, the goblins were too close. She grabbed Tav by the neckline and belt-loops and tossed them through the opening. She slammed the heavy metal door and shouted at Gale to lock it, before turning to face the coming mob.
Tav screamed at Gale to stop and re-open the door, but Shadowheart could already see the faint magic lines and the clicking of the ancient locking mechanisms by unseen hands.
“You’d better come back for me!” There was a muffled yell from the other side, but she couldn’t tell what they said.
When she turned around the goblins were upon her. A crude wooden club bounced off her plate armor, she replied with her mace. There was a satisfying crunch where metal met bone. No time to savor it though, another wooden club hit her shield. She crouched to absorb the blow and swept at the legs. Breaking ankles and tearing tendons.
The smell of burning hair hit her nostrils as a familiar burnt goblin rushed at her with a dagger. Clearly their restraint only extended so far. In a quick upswing, mace met groin and goblin met ground.
The goblins hesitated, clearly expecting less of a fight from the slight pale half-elf. Shar didn’t raise a weakling, and they would pay in blood for their underestimation.
The tunnel provided a perfect chokepoint, as perfect as one cleric versus dozens of goblins can be. Four goblins gathered in a semicircle a few steps away. A slightly larger goblin with a gashed scar across its milky eye motioned to the group and in a guttural voice said: “aw’right ye gobbos! Let’s do this all at once! She can’t take us all!”
The hollow sound of a horn blew, there was a brief moment of silence and then they rushed at her. Her mace met one head-on, spraying black blood on its friends, but the others had closed the distance.
She felt a club meet her thigh and dropped down, putting the weight on her other leg and holding her shield high to protect her head. Blows rained down on her shield, numbing her arm and distracting her from the scarred goblin’s carefully aimed blow at her sternum. Her vision blacked out briefly as she gasped for air, dropping her arms to recover.
Two pairs of small but muscled arms grabbed her shield, two more her mace. She struggled but could hold them off no longer. The shield and mace were tossed aside as goblins moved in to subdue her.
Wrong move. As one reached out to take her by the shoulder, she lurched in and met its soft pointed nose with her hard forehead, resulting in squeals blood flow.
“Careful now! She’s still dangerous and the drow wants her INTACT!”
The scorched goblin was standing up again, holding the shattered remains of his manhood in one hand and his knife in the other.
“Tell that to my shattered knob!” He screeched.
Shadowheart whispered one last prayer to Shar and the goblin went from a toasty brown to charred black. A scream caught in his throat, and face twisted in shock at the final moments of his life.
She could feel she was drained now, and would not be able to pull that off again, at least not until she had time to meditate and recover. “Seems like your friend needs to cool off.” She uttered dryly.
Apparently the humor was lost on the scarred goblin, she saw a mailed fist come for her temple and then blackness.
As Shadowheart came to she felt rough rope bindings tying her wrists behind her back. Leather collar was being put around her neck and a rope weaved through.
“Did the gods’ favorite little princess have a nice nap?” The scarred goblin sneered, and then yanked her to her knees with the rope. “Get up! The boss will want to see you”
Shadowheart stood and followed the goblin down the crowded hallway. Keeping her eye out for any opportunity to affect an escape. None presented itself though.
The hallway spilled into a large open room with vaulted ceilings and Selunite iconography everywhere. There was dirt smeared on every statue and artwork from goblin head-height down. At least the goblins have some taste, she thought. She felt fear starting to work its way into her throat and she pushed it down. They needed her, and a high value prisoner with information would be treated with respect as long as she cooperated.
Most of the group split off and watched some obscene branding ritual happening in the center of the hall, but a decent sized detachment of guards stayed with her to continue the journey. She felt a yank at her throat, she had slowed down to view the ceremony, but the goblins were still moving.
Shadowheart saw a beaten and bloody man being pulled down from a metal torture device, they passed by a room with a pale man gently self-flagellating with a leather lash. Tight knots were at each end of the lash, and there was a lifetime of fresh wounds and old scarring. She recognized some images belonging to Loviatar, The Maiden of Pain.
They passed by a skinny man in a cage getting slapped around by a very entertained female goblin, and then a series of tunnels leading to a library. Shadowheart spotted a thin yet regal female drow leaning over a pile of maps and documents and a goblin was whispering in her ear.
“Apparently his body gave out before his mind.” She said in a low husky tone. “Brave, but foolish.” The Drow turned to shadowheart. “Is this the one?”
“Aye mistress, she put up quite a fight. A few of our best are down because of her and her friends.” The scarred goblin said in an as deferent of a tone as he could muster. This drow terrified him.
“Saying ‘some of the best goblins’ is like saying some of the smartest dung beatles, nothing of value was lost and I’m sure your kind are already replacing them.” Her tone was mocking, but there was a surface of icy death running beneath it.
“Yes mistress.”
“Get out of my sight, I can handle this from here.” She motioned for the group to leave, after a brief moment of hesitation they did.
“I am Minthara of House Baenre, I doubt that means anything to you, but just know I am exceedingly important and hold your life in my hand. And you are?..” The icy undercurrents were still there and Shadowheart chose her words with great care.
“Shadowheart, just Shadowheart, I would shake your hand but…” She made a motion towards her tied wrists.
“Ahh! An unfortunate but necessary arrangement for now. Now tell me just Shadowheart what brings you to us on this wretchedly sunny day?”
Shadowheart shifted her weight from one leg to the other, testing the strength of her bindings before saying, “I haven’t the foggiest, I must have taken a wrong turn-”
A slap stung her cheek and she saw stars. “Do. Not. Waste. My. Time. Elf, tell me what you know about a druid grove, or a small hexagonal device, and mark me, I know when someone is lying.”
Shadowheart hesitated, why should she care about some druids or tieflings? but a deep pang of guilt built in her throat when she thought of giving them up. I may lose the artifact if they find Tav in the grove, she thought. There was more to it than that, but Shadowheart didn’t have time to dig into the feeling.
“I haven’t the foggiest.” She put on her most dismissive tone, and tried to look hurt that she’d be asked such a question.
Minthara’s eyes narrowed. “I see you’ve chosen the hard way.” A smile curled at the edge of her lips. “Know this, just Shadowheart, I will take my time, I will enjoy this. You will know awesome pleasure, and extreme pain, but in the end, you WILL tell me what you know.”
Shadowheart could tell that Minthara believed every single word she said, a flutter of fear tickled her stomach again, Tav is already planning a rescue, I just need to hold out a little while longer.
Minthara Led Shadowheart by the neck back to the cleric of Loviatar. “Abdirak!” The cleric looked up, “I have a new toy! I may need you to keep her alive, she knows something and I don’t want a repeat of last time. I’m bringing the Zhentarim trader with me.
A tall human clad in leathers, and a yellow and green tunic stepped out from the shadows. His hair was pulled back tightly and fastened with a small leather band. He looked young but signs of stress and battle marked his features. He had piercing blue eyes, almost too kind to be with this group.
“Rugan, at your service.” He reached out a hand to the one Minthara called Abdirak. The cleric sneered at the hand. “Ahh, Rugan at your service” This time he reached towards Shadowheart, but removed his hand awkwardly, noticing the bindings.
“I’m Shadowheart, and I will be the last person you see before you die, if you lay a single hand on me.”
Rugan’s eyes narrowed and hardened. “Don’t think because you’re a beautiful woman that I have qualms about this task.”
Her heart skipped a beat, maybe this one isn’t too kind after all.
Minthara pulled Shadowheart at the neck to the room with the torture device. She saw Shadowheart eyeing it, “Oh don’t worry, we’re not ready for that quite yet.”
“Let’s get rid of this worthless armor.” Minthara motioned again to Rugan.
This was the armor gifted to her from her dark mother, Shadowheart swore under her breath a few threats if the armor was misplaced.
Rugan approached, Shadowheart feigned helplessness, when he was within arms reach, she aimed a fast kick right between the legs. Like a flash he caught the foot and lept to the side chuckling. “I expected as much.”
He slipped behind her and one by one various clasps, knots, and buttons keeping her hefty armor on were undone, un-knotted, and unbuttoned. With a resonant clang her breastplate fell to the floor.
When the first layer of armor was off he went to Minthara and whispered in her ear. She smiled and shouted. “Skrag! Bring some of your boys over, we need a hand!”
The scarred goblin, Skrag, came around the corner with eight companions.
“Strip her!”
For the first time since being captured Shadowheart felt the reality of the situation slowly sink in. Tav wasn’t coming, she was in the middle of enemy territory, and there was no escape.
The goblins licked their lips and approached. She was wrestled to the ground as rough clawed hands pinned her arms and legs. She struggled against the arms but there were too many. One boot was torn off, then the other.
A flurry of hands grabbed her mail and pulled it over her head. Shadowheart was now only in her torn camp clothes, skin tight leather trousers and a leather shirt with a plunging neckline she was beginning to regret more and more.
The hands stopped.
Minthara looked down at her. “I told you to strip her did I not?”
A look of lust and delight filled the circle of goblin faces. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Strip ALL of her!”
Shadowheart strained, “You filthy wretches!”
They didn’t remove so much as tear apart her shirt. Two sets of hands on either side tore the shirt from the neckline to the waist, pulling away and revealing the milky white skin and her tender swollen breasts. A deep purple bruise was left where Skrag had knocked her over.
Claws dug into the legs of her trousers and the goblins yanked down, exposing a bounty of thigh and calf. Shadowheart held her knees together to prevent the trousers from proceeding further, but green hands grabbed her knees and thighs, pulling them apart and allowing the trousers to be pulled off.
Shadowheart felt her last bits of dignity torn away as one of the goblins ripped off her smallclothes.
She was completely naked, the goblins pulled apart her legs to show off the soft pink lips beneath. She felt herself lifted and more hands spreading her ass and the snickering and sneering as goblin, human, and drow viewed her most intimate spaces. She felt hands pawing at her breasts, saw tented trousers and more hands working their way across her rump. She felt fingers moving towards her cunt and tried to roll away-
“That’s ENOUGH!” Minthara’s voice cut through the lustful growls. The goblins looked almost pained, from Minthara, to Shadowheart’s exposed body, and back. But their will to live was stronger than their desire to fuck, and they quickly backed away as Minthara went to grab her wrists.
“Goblins, such blunt instruments, but I use what the absolute provides. Why waste a fine wine on a common rabble?” With one hand Minthara held Shadowheart’s wrists behind her back, and with the other she slowly traced her breasts in concentric circles to the nipples before leading her hand down towards the space between her legs. Minthara circled her entrance, as Rugan watched.
Shadowheart stifled a moan, and tensed as she grew wet.
Minthara quickly removed her hand, bringing her fingers to her lips. Shadowheart felt herself being led by her wrists.
“We have all the time in the world, and I want to savor you. Or you could tell me what I want to know, and you can leave now with your dignity… mostly intact.”
Shadowheart held her head high “Do your worst! I am the chosen one of Shar! Scum like you are unworthy of even looking at me!”
“Defiant even now?” Minthara chuckled. “Well we will do much more than look.” Minthara and Rugan were both looking now. Shadowheart was unable to cover herself.
I can’t show weakness, they can’t think they’re winning. She stood tall and proud. She would escape, she would return, and she would slaughter everyone here who had wronged her.
Minthara produced more of the silk rope. She bound Shadowheart’s with a silken harness, looping and curving, over her shoulders, around her breasts, arms, stomach, and looping twice on her inner thighs, on either side of her cunt, leaving the impression of wearing clothes that covered none of the pieces they were supposed to.
Minthara threw a loop of rope over a hook above. “I’m not an unreasonable woman, I believe in the carrot and the stick. We shall begin with the carrot, and if you still prove to be unreasonable, then I will have to get.. Unreasonable” Minthara’s eyes cast over the metal torture device, and fiery bowl filled with red hot weapons.
A small cloaked goblin rapidly approached Minthara, and she bent over to hear the message.
“I must leave for now, but don’t get too comfortable.” She spun around and quickly walked back towards her quarters with the goblin trailing behind her.
Rugan smiled and settled into a nearby chair, “I guess we wait.”
Rugan stared at Shadowheart, naked, helpless, her soft supple breasts bound tightly by the rope. Shadowheart saw the length in his pants grow. “Don’t look at me!” Her face and chest flushed, but Rugan had already stood up and began to pull down his trousers.
Rugan had his cock in his hand and was slowly stroking it while circling Shadowheart. She strained to keep him in view but he made his way behind her, and she could feel his eyes on ass and her spread hole. She felt herself growing wet from the attention.
Tav would never have looked at her the way Rugan was. She was a purely sexual object to Rugan, and the thought of that excited her to slickness.
Rugan was in front of her again, Cock at eye level and twitching. Shadowheart’s curiosity got the best of her and she leaned out towards him. He met her mouth halfway and slowly swirled his head against her soft lips.
She could bite it off, but Rugan saw the desire in her eyes and knew that wasn’t going to happen. He leaned down and rubbed himself against her erect nipples, pulling her breasts together with both hands and sliding his length between them.
Shadowheart let a long bead of saliva drip down from her tongue to help lubricate the process and her insides hummed at the thought of being used by this man. Rugan brought himself back to her mouth, and she opened. He slid his length against her lips and tongue and she brought him in.
Rugan gripped Shadowheart’s hair and began gently thrusting, Shadowheart gagged initially but then slowed her breathing through her nose and accepted his length. She was a receptacle for pleasure. Rugan’s breathing grew ragged and his knees began to buck.
He let out a sharp groan and Shadowheart felt a spew of hot salty seed covering her lips and tongue. She opened her mouth wide, catching as much as she could. She looked Rugan in the eyes and swallowed. She suckled on his tip, gathering the last bits of seed before he shuddered and dismounted. She felt, helplessly, as his hot liquid dripped down her chin and onto her chest.
Rugan pulled up his trousers and returned to the chair. Leaving Shadowheart gasping. He pulled his cloak over his head and leaned back, feigning sleep, but Shadowheart could see the glimmer of eyes from underneath and knew she was still being watched.
Shadowheart pouted silently, as her cunt pulsed with unsated desire.
Shadowheart felt the minutes pass to hours. The sun was gone, and broken beams of moonlight came in through the shattered rafters of the temple. She felt moonlight pass across her naked skin, and her hand began to sting again.
Even Seluna has come to mock me, she thought bitterly. A cool breeze passed over her and goose pimples formed across chest, back, and legs. The heat of a nearby fire pushed back the cold though. There were jagged and sharp instruments amongst the coals, waiting to singe flesh and break bone. Shadowheart prayed that Tav would return before things got that bad.
The sharp echo of approaching footsteps on stone brought Shadowheart to attention from her stupor. From the confident gait she could tell it was Minthara even before she had rounded the corner.
“You should be pleased to know we’ve found your friends.” Minthara waited for a response that Shadowheart refused to give before carrying on. “One of our scouts spotted their fire and I dispatched a company to eliminate them. After all, why would I need them if I have you.” Minthara’s words were laced with venom, but her eyes were unabashedly exploring Shadowheart while she spoke.
Shadowheart felt her face flush and hoped Minthara interpreted that as anger. She remained silent.
“What’s the use of continuing to hold out? No one is coming, and the only one who can show you mercy… is me.” After more silence Minthara sighed, “Very well, let’s begin.”
Abdirak emerged from the shadows with his leather flail in hand. “Mistress may I?” Minthara nodded and he approached cautiously. “We’re not so different, you and I, after all the Maiden of Pain and Mother of Shadows are kin.”
Shadowheart felt as Abdirak slowly reached and dragged the leather lashes across her skin. She tensed where every knot met skin. She felt as he moved each individual lash across her breasts, tensing on her nipple and then passing over, they grew erect and sensitive at the pale human’s deft touch. Shadowheart felt herself flush again and Abdirak noticed. An amused look passed over his face as he continued.
The cool leather moved down her abdomen and she tensed, body rippling in the moonlight. He lowered it further, past her curls, passing from thigh to thigh and rolling over her exposed lips with each pass. Shadowheart felt herself trying to move in, trying to feel more, the urge to fill her emptiness grew.
Abdirak kept teasing, moving back to her chest and then down again. Shadoweart felt the blood rushing to her face and to her clit, and shivered from an equal mix of cold and anticipation. She felt herself leaking and running down one leg. Minthara and Rugan saw, and seemed to grow anxious, or maybe aroused. They weren’t immune to desire themselves.
Abdirak flipped the whip over and brought the hard handle down to Shadoweart’s knees. Slowly bringing it up and meeting at the apex. He moved the leather handle around her folds, and Shadowheart ground against it. She needed this, despite Minthara and Rugan being in the room, maybe because they were here.
Minthara had moved her hand inside the breast of her plunging neckline shirt as she watched Abdirak preparing Shadowheart. Such a body blessed to a non-drow. What a shame.
Shadowheart continued to grind on the leather handle, trying to introduce her bud to the gentle vibrations of the whip, but Abdirak knew that’s what she wanted and deftly moved to avoid the one spot she wanted touched most.
She shook with frustration letting out a small whine, “Please?” Abdirak chuckled but continued to deny her.
“Step aside” Minthara motioned Abdirak away, he pouted like a puppy having its toy taken away but conceded and stepped back, whip in hand.
“Rugan, hold her for me” The rogue stepped behind Shadowheart, lifting by the thighs and spreading her legs to the awaiting Drow. “good boy.” Shadowheart felt Rugan’s hard bulge jutting into her back, and wished it could fill the growing pulsating emptiness inside her.
Minthara drew some loose strands of silver hair behind her ears as she knelt down to offer a prayer to Shadowheart’s quivering folds.
Shadowheart drew in a sharp breath as warm tongue met aching lips. Minthara was slow but deliberate and quickly moved to Shadowheart’s dripping clit. Shadowheart couldn’t hold it back, “Fuck!” She moaned as the drow drew her in, sucking, and swirling her tongue.
Shadowheart felt the pressure inside her building like a pot about to blow over, “Stop, if you don’t stop I’ll-” The drow sucked harder and Shadowheart burst. Her body was wracked with spasms of pleasure and the drow refused to stop, Shadowheart was dripping down her chin. The waves continued and Shadowheart let out a scream. “FUUUUUUCK!!!” The goblins in the center of the building stopped to stare at the scene unfolding.
With a few last weak spasms, Shadowheart went limp, the drow stood and pulled her into a kiss, “Taste yourself, pathetic human.” Minthara grabbed the Shadowheart’s hair tightly and forced her mouth open, going in for a fierce kiss. Shadowheart tasted the sweet musk of her pleasure on the drow’s lips. Lightly spasming once more.
“What do you think, Rugan, would you like a turn?” Shadowheart felt him twitching against her, he was an uncontrolled fire on the inside, but outside he just said:
“If you wish, mistress.”
“I do.”
Shadowheart hung like a ragdoll from the rope as Rugan let her down and started unlacing his leather jerkin. Minthara moved in and led Shadowheart to a table where she was roughly pushed down by Minthara.
Rugan had flung aside his leathers now and pulled his tunic over his head. He had broad tightly muscled shoulders. A faint scar ran across his abdomen, and he had light curly hair running from his chest and trailing to his tented trousers. Shadowheart bit her lip in anticipation.
Rugan looped his thumbs in his trousers and pulled them down. He was already hard at the sight of her, and the friction of Minthara’s actions. Shadowheart traced his length with her eyes, beckoning him to come closer.
“Gods you are beautiful.” He nearly moaned.
“I know.” was her only reply.
Rugan slowly pulled on his cock while he looked from Shadowheart’s eyes, to her heaving ample breasts, to her dripping cunt. He stepped forward, wrapping one arm around Shadowheart’s back, and the other he reached around to grab a healthy handful of rump. Rugan pulled Shadowheart to his waist and she felt his hardness throbbing against her.
She ached to be felt, to be seen, to be filled, Rugan could do all of this at once, and she wanted him. Rugan rocked back and forth, coating himself in her juices and using his hand to swirl the head of his cock against her folds. Shadowheart gently moaned, and felt her face flush again.
Rugan held his member and worked himself slowly inside. Shadowheart gasped, and scooched in to meet him. He throbbed inside her and held for what felt like an eternity before thrusting. Stars twinkled in Shadowheart’s vision and she moaned again, desperate for him.
Rugan had both hands on her ass now, gripping so hard she thought it may draw blood, and ramming into her again and again. Shadowheart arched her back, grinding her pelvis against him. Rugan’s breathing grew ragged as he kept up the pace.
Shadowheart’s attention had been so focused on Rugan that she didn’t see Minthara had stripped down. Her lavender cheeks were flushed and her small breasts rose and fell heavily. She had her legs spread gently and was feeling herself as she watched Rugan entering Shadowheart.
Shadowheart welcomed the attention, and gave Minthara a look that said, come hither. Minthara approached, one hand still on herself as she walked. Rugan kept his tempo, but was flushed from the effort of holding back. Minthara reached in and caught Shadowheart’s mouth in hers. They breathed eachothers ragged breath.
Shadowheart felt the heat from Minthara’s lips, and the previously unfelt desperation to have and be had. Minthara tapped Rugan motioning to switch places, and Rugan complied. Minthara moved in and mounted her thigh, cunt spread and already soaking wet. Shadowheart felt her knee and thigh slicken as Minthara rode her, then Soft fingers plunged into her darkness, and they both grew closer to Climax.
Rugan came to the side of the table. He cock was slick with Shadowheart, and it was twitching from uncompleted pleasure. As he stood next to her, Shadowheart shifted positions and caught him in her mouth. Rugan groaned in pleasure, it was met by a groan of Shadowheart’s as the drow introduced a new finger and a deeper push.
Shadowheart brushed her tongue against him, sucking and drawing Rugan’s length further in. He wanted to thrust but she toyed with him. Pulling back to prevent it. She still had a little control of the situation after all. Shadowheart swirled her tongue right at the base, and felt the small bundle of nerves contract and his member engorge even more. She tasted drops of his salty pleasure, but held him on the edge until she had hers.
Minthara’s pace lost its pattern, as she began to spasm to completion. Shadowheart was close behind. Her walls closed in around Mintharas fingers and she arched her back more. Minthara’s vibrations became her vibrations.
Minthara slid off, one hand still on herself, and Rugan took the opportunity to go back between Shadowheart’s thighs. Rugan’s desperate cock entering her sent renewed vibrations of pleasure through her body, he thrust desperately for only a few strokes.
Shadowheart felt as Rugan exploded inside her, his hot sticky seed filling her and moans of “You’re beautiful.” On his lips. She felt him leaking out of her and onto the table below.
She panted back: “I Know.”
Minthara hooked Shadowheart’s leash over a hook in the ceiling and left her there, limp. Rugan’s seed slowly drained from her dripping wet cunt.
While she bathed in the afterglow, another goblin had approached Rugan, something about a delivery. Rugan made his excuses, but quickly redressed himself. He gave Shadoweart’s bare body one last longing look and then hurried away.
Minthara walked over to the now much more subdued Shadowheart. “First a taste of pleasure, then a taste of pain. I have you here as long as I need-”
There was a commotion coming from further in the temple and unmistakable roar of an enraged animal. A bloodied goblin came sprinting in and shouted. “It’s the adventurers, they escaped our patrol and freed Halsin.”
Shadowheart saw Minthara go pale, and without a word sprinted, still naked out of the temple in the opposite direction of the approaching clatter.
Tav had come back, and the whole crew was there this time. There was a chorus of screams, grunts, cracking bones, and cries for mercy, they were always cut short by a roar and then crunch.
A heat and smell of sulfur grew stronger before Karlach poked her head in the room.
“What the everflaming fuck happened here?!” She gripped the rope above Shadowheart’s head and it fell to pieces from her raging fire. Shadowheart had to quickly step back to avoid being scorched.
She quickly gathered her scattered belongings while the flaming giant stood guard by the door
Shadowheart was dressed and hurried out the door to find Tav and company finishing off the last screaming goblin. A huge bear stood beside them and then shrank slowly into the form of a large elven man.
She ran up to give Tav a hug and gently mouthed, “Thank you.” Tav nodded, and the group began scrounging for whatever loot they could carry back to the grove. Karlach didn’t say the state she had found Shadowheart in and neither did Shadowheart.. Karlach because she thought Shadowheart was traumatized, but Shadowheart stayed silent because thinking of what had happened in that cell sent chills of pleasure down her spine, best not make Tav jealous. She still thought of Rugan and Minthara inside her and thought to herself I will repay this indignity and more quietly with a fuck they’ll never forget.
#bg3 shadowheart#shadowheart#shadowheart bg3#bg3 rugan#bg3 abdirak#bg3 minthara#minthara#shadowheart x rugan#shadowheart x minthara#shadowheart x minthara x rugan#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 fanfiction#fanfic
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✨New item!✨
Wildfire Cudgel
Weapon (mace), very rare (requires attunement)
This gnarled wooden mace carries an ever lit ember within it. When you hit with an attack using this magic mace, the target takes an extra 1d6 fire damage. In addition, while you are attuned to the mace you have advantage on saving throws against harmful gases such as those created by a cloudkill spell, a stinking cloud spell, inhaled poisons, and gaseous breath weapons.
As an action while holding this mace you can create a 20-foot-radius sphere of burning, acrid smoke at a point that you can see within 120 feet. The smoke spreads around corners. It lasts for 1 minute or until a strong wind disperses the smoke. Its area is heavily obscured. When a creature enters the smoke for the first time on a turn or starts its turn there, that creature must make a DC 16 Constitution saving throw. On a failure the creature takes 5d6 fire damage and spends its action that turn coughing violently. On a success, the creature takes half damage and resists the urge to cough. Creatures that don't need to breathe automatically succeed on this saving throw. The mace cannot be used again in this way until you take a short or long rest.
The Wildfire Cudgel was created when a dryad sacrificed herself to stop a raging fire elemental. She trapped the creature in her wooden embrace, preventing its flame from engulfing the entire forest.
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When Padme is busy playing politics, Uncle Ben comes to play with the kids.
Art by Columbo
After seeing Hayden Christensen appearing in Star Wars again, I thought how cool it would be if they do a Star Wars : What If like Marvel.
What if, Anakin did not turn to the dark side and Palpatine was killed by Mace Windu?
What if Obi Wan had not left Anakin alone with Palpatine which prevented him from falling to the dark side?
What if Anakin and Padme lives on raising their children Leia and Luke, alongside Obi Wan?
What if in this timeline, evil still lurks in the corner waiting to emerge, but in the form of Darth Maul and Qi’ra?
Fan Art by Dark-Rider28
What if Darth Maul sets his eyes on Luke and Leia, to turn them to the dark side, just like the Jorus C'baoth wants to in the canon sequel, Thrawn Trilogy?
What if Qi’ra entered politics to go against Padme, and attempts to divide the Republic to create her Empire with Maul controlling it all like Palpatine?
What if there are planets that are discontent with the way the Clone Wars ravaged their planet wants to leave the Republic to join Qi’ra’s Empire?
#star wars#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#qi'ra#darth maul#ewan mcgregor#hayden christensen#natalie portman#padme amidala#ray park#emilia clarke#leia organa#luke skywalker#star wars what if#what if#emperor palpatine#ian mcdiarmid#jorus c'baoth#thrawn trilogy#star wars canon#star wars sequel#mace windu
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MWW Artwork of the Day (2/18/23)
Classical India (Pala Empire, 750–1174 CE)
Vishnu with His Consorts, Lakshmi and Sarasvati (c. 11th–12th c.)
Black stone relief sculpture, 218.4 x 136.3 x 30.2 cm.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York (Cora Timken Burnett Bequest)
In this extremely large sculpture, the Hindu god Vishnu is attended by his two consorts: to his left, Sarasvati, the goddess of poetry and music; to his right, Lakshmi, the goddess of fortune. The architectural ensemble in which they stand is inhabited by a series of gods, demigods, ascetics, and worshipers. Two river goddesses stand at the base of the columns. Beyond them, at the outer edges in niches, are figures representing the weapons of Vishnu in human form: Gadadevi (his mace) and Chakrapurusha (his war discus). Ganesha occupies the niche at the top left corner; Karttikeya occupies the corresponding spot on the right. The two inner niches house Shiva (left) and Brahma (right).
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I do not like my current idea for Alagadda so I'm rewriting it lol
Edit: this is my take on Alagadda and it’s LENGTHY
So the entirely of Alagadda thinks it's ruled by the king (and so does the king)
The Ambassador thinks they're the one ruling Alagadda, they're "controlling" the king behind the stage
The real rulers of Alagadda are the Masked Lords of Alagadda. Yes I looked up what "lords" meant. They pretend to be in a lower status that the king, they "work" for him, and thus they got that title.
Alagadda strains to be a secret from Earth, but they constantly make things that go wrong. They know very well of the foundation so sometimes they send their creations to the foundation in hopes they will protect Earth and Alagadda. As well to protect Earth from discovering Alagadda they use magic so that when executed to Earth they lose all memories of Alagadda that are replaced with fake “believable” stories. Believable for an SCP at least.
As well in case an Alagaddian were to bring Earth resources to Alagadda, they practiced to be able to break most Earth resources. Not all, so that one’s sent to the foundation had a way to be trapped. They tested thousands of Marie rials and under the pressure glass could not be brought between Alagadda and Earth so they left it be, but practiced among many others,
As well as the strength training Alagadda focused on art and music. Drama, singing, sculptures, and stories. Anything to do with creation. Sometimes even alchemy (although, this is usually when things went wrong)
So as far as the main characters (not the folk living in Alagadda but the rulers)
The Hanged King, he was just the Supreme King until deemed the Unruly King and executed (by hanging)
They erased his name from history once Ambassador took power
The Queen, Misery, who was sadly died of a “heart attack”. If she was alive, she was strong and ruthless, there would have been no way the Ambassador would’ve taken control.
They erased her name from history once Ambassador took power
Of course, the Ambassador, who slowly took control over the kingdom of Alagadda by spreading nasty rumors about the king, this way the king would be executed and so would anyone that was deemed working for him, then the Ambassador took control and unbalanced the hierarchy.
The the Four Masked Lords of Alagadda
The ones that truly ruled, they each has their own tower, but no one knew why. (Ex, Alagadda spread far and wide but somewhere in the center was the colosseum and on long paths in the four different directions was each of the towers) Each lord pretended to work for the king with a simple, yet powerful roll
Dyo Polonoi, representing Anguished, was the wearer of the Black Mask
Served as a jester, the fool to the king, sometimes seen with a mace and chain
Arceus Remelis, representing Diligent, was the wearer of the White Mask
Served as the Righteous Leader of the Knights and often used magic unlike his physical fighters
Ruberto Morilis, representing Mirthful, was the wearer of the Red Mask
He was the king’s right-hand man and a part time blacksmith, fought and served with flaming swords that burned with the passion of his heart
Isidoros Markellis, representing Odious, was the wearer of the Yellow Mask
A watchman and priest with mighty hammers and pure strength that could kill with a snap
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All four were deemed guilty and executed not long after the king by Ambassador command
Death by Guillotine
As the story goes, as their heads fell the masks fell further, passing Alagadda down to Earth. Memories gone only to be retrieved by a stroke of luck, the chance to break the magic, yet no one knew where they went,
Their physical embodiment now the mask, which relied on a host to act, With no Alagadda magic on earth they could not take a form themself. They needed a host,
Falling to four different corners of the Earth they split paths. Diligent landed in water, caught between debris and rocks, lost to sea. Odious landed on a flat mountain side, that soon enough levels of land went up and trapped them between. Mirthful landed near active volcanos, lava gushing out causing the area too dangerous for someone to ever go find him. And Anguished was found be the Greeks, eventually ditched into Rome and found by the foundation where he was deemed SCP-035 and separated from the world where he could possibly see the others again.
Two would need to cross paths to have a chance of being strong enough to break the magic barrier Alagadda had cursed them with, but with two trapped in land in sea there was no chance for them. Meanwhile the other was kept within danger, and the other became known as it.
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ANYWAY in my story (the one I just started writing on Ao3 and now I have to redo the intro)
The Foundation finds Ruberto and when carrying him through the foundation they pass Dyo’s containment cell, which then sparks their Alagaddian Origins and reminds them of where they’re truly from
So during a containment break Dyo and Ruberto take 4 D-Class as hosts and escape to find their fellow lords - if you’re wondering why they took 4, 2 for them and 2 for the others
They find Isidoros in the stone and Ruberto’s PURE STRENGTH breaks open the mountain so they grab him give him the host and get out of there
Then they travel to the sea, and same thing, find Arceus get him the host and get out of there
On their escape they’re found by the foundation and brought back and each out in cells (each in four different areas of the foundation sort of how they were separated accross Earth) but they’ve all crossed paths and remember everything they need to know about Alagadda
So during the next breach they try to rip a portal to get to Alagadda but they find they’ve been connection blocked which means that the Ambassador knew they were alive this whole time (because other wise they wouldn’t have gone though the effort to block them because it’s a lengthy Magic process)
Reminder the lords are still trying to keep Alagadda a secret
But now they know they’re alive, and they got the notice of them trying to come back,
And now it’s time for war on Earth
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Here’s the ao3 story btw :)
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to: Melissa
from: mvheideggerGA@//shinramail.com
subject: Nope.
Melissa, could you do me a favour and pretend I'm not here? Silly, I know, but Palmer has insisted I be his wingman at the Christmas Party later tonight and I think my best approach is to avoid and evade. I've told him several times I have no interest in - in his words - 'getting him a lady' but the man is persistent. Like a bug. Or a disease.
If he comes on to you, there's mace in your drawer. Or your can call me - I guess I don't mind laying him out (haha!)
Will you be attending tonight? I'll be in costume as Santa Claus, so if there's anything you'd like - you can be the first one across my lap. :-)
Magnar Valerio Heidegger, GA. Head of Public Safety
( immediately after, another email comes through - this one hastily written )
to: Melissa
from: mvheideggerGA@//shinramail.com
subject: Nope(2)
hahaha, please delete that last email! the last bit was a typo, I spilled coffee on my keyboard. Whoops. Happens to the best of us. Haha, sorry :-D
Magnar Valerio Heidegger, GA. Head of Public Safety
unscripted asks . always accepting
The sound of keys being rapidly pressed was halted as soon as a notification appeared on Melissa’s screen at the bottom right corner - a new e-mail, and one from her boss at that. The secretary always prioritized his communications over others, and stopped working on the requests she had been including in the system for some additional materia orbs to be supplied for 3rd Class SOLDIERS, as well as an authorization for deployment of certain bots under the plate.
The brunette frowned at the title of the message, though - clicking to open and read the entire thing, Melissa soon enough was smirking at the screen. Pretending her own boss wasn’t in was a work of art she had perfected early on - his wife paid a visit and Heidegger had asked her (in no uncertain terms) to keep her from his own office at any cost.
Well - she had delivered. Threats to call security were involved but it was one of the secretary’s best memories from work; the look on the other woman’s face was rather priceless - she sounded like a horrible, condescending bitch who had gotten away with disrespectful behavior for too long while being just a guest at Shinra Building, in Melissa’s opinion.
But returning to the e-mail, the secretary hummed softly at the idea of Palmer needing his assistance. Melissa could understand the need to hide - punching a co-worker and also a director (albeit of a defunct department that existed mostly for decorative purposes) couldn’t be seen well internally; even the general had limitations to what his power within the company could accom-
...And then she got to the last bit of the e-mail.
The Shinra Christmas Party was something of a legend among employees; a chance for the normal, regular working men and women of the company to experience the glory of working for the most important corporation of all of Midgar. Melissa knew about his costume - but the idea of sitting on his lap and asking for a gift was...
...Actually pretty perfect, considering everything that happened between them inside a broken lift not long ago. The follow-up e-mail was clearly an excuse, but the woman found herself leaning forward, chin in hand and pondering her next step. Well - a good secretary would abide by her boss’ wishes and delete the e-mail which had been ‘accidentally’ sent, but nonetheless carry on with the original idea in relation to Palmer and his wingman necessities.
Inhaling deeply, the woman stretched her neck and looked at the overall direction of Heidegger’s office - not a sound or signal of movement came from that area; it was as if the man had been indeed out, as his e-mail had suggested. Well, Melissa knew what she needed to do - and what she wanted to do. Unfortunately, the two did not precisely overlap.
Her final choice was a compromise - half pretense and half truth; after all, this was a corporate e-mail account, and everything they wrote could be monitored and screened by the IT team. Smirking, the woman clicked on the ‘reply’ button to the second e-mail, and typed her response to Heidegger:
to: Heidegger, M.V. (GA);
from: [email protected];
subject: Re: Nope(2)
General,
Consider your original request re. Director Palmer done; rest assured that I would not hesitate to ask for assistance if anything terrible happened as a result. I’m hoping your (very considerate) precautions will not be necessary! On a separate note: do let me know if you need a replacement keyboard after the coffee incident - I’m happy to reach out to the IT team on your behalf.
In relation to tonight’s festivities, sir, I was hoping the previous invitation would remain open? I picked your costume from the dry cleaner’s early this week so the secret was spoiled - in order to ensure I’d be in the best place to continue to offer you the appropriate assistance, I took the liberty of procuring a suitable attire.
The store did have a lovely red dress for a Santa’s Helper, and they made sure the colors would be matching down to the last detail. I did promise to be the best assistant this department ever had and it felt like not showing up to the party in character would tarnish my record. If you are already taking requests for gifts this year, sir, would you perhaps consider re-issuing the invitation to join you upstairs later tonight?
I’m looking forward to the celebrations!
Kind regards,
Melissa J. Drysdell | P.A. to Magnar Valerio Heidegger, GA
Public Safety Department
Shinra Company, Midgar
#cwarscars#v: FFVII ; secretary AU#replied#honestly this ask#fully stopped me from falling asleep#during a mega boring lecture haha#I hope this gives you back some joy 8D
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Object show friendships
Yes it's shitty but I had fun all throughout the process of this so I'm sharing my joy with you, also I'm like really sleepy so that explains a lot
Idk they're just so funky <3
(edit: I MADE THE REBLOG THING)
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LOL your skybridger art. that's one of the reasons i love this ship, mace being disapproving while ezra and luke are busy making out in the corner.
Sooo true. And you absolutely know Anakin is busy laughing at how much Mace disapproves LMAO
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The Deep Barbican (Week 7, 12/02/2023)
The grind is real. Admittedly, a lot of the effort in this one was the additional art pieces in the map, but still. There's some advantages in not having published on time, as I was better able to tie in some of the rooms here to "next week's" release.
Our explorations this week take us further into the depths of the dungeon, and completes the Traps 101 portion of our assignment. Oh Gods, the wordage on the traps... gah, I might strike to straight combat encounters for a bit...
43. Temple of the War-Goddess
A towering statue of a six-armed woman dominates this room, looking down towards the northern double doors and flanked by a pair of blood-stained altars. She is depicted in full plate with a cloak of serpent scales and is armed with a variety of weapons; these are, in clockwise order from the upper left, a long sword, a battleaxe, a longbow held in two hands, a mace, and a curved sickle, A successful DC 15/Medium difficulty check will identify this as Alys’mar, a patron spirit of war and tactics that was worshipped by the ancient empire that built this complex.
If anything except a weapon or flesh is placed on one of the altars, which bear strangely fresh bloodstains, then a pair of hostile giant constrictor snakes are summoned, one next to each altar.
A successful DC 20/Hard difficulty check to search the statue reveals a hidden compartment in the quiver Alys’mar carries that contains 10 +1 arrows. Unless this is done by a devotee of Alys’mar or another power of War, it triggers the summoning effect on the altars.
44. Priest’s Chamber
The shattered remains of a wooden desk have been piled up in the south-west corner of the room, the victim of past attempts to search this room for secrets.
The ironbound wooden door to the east has the holy symbol of Elemental Fire worked into its metalwork.
45. Trapped Corridor
The walls of this corridor are carved with dragon-riding warriors. The eastern ironbound door is locked (DC 20/Hard difficulty to pick it).
There is a pressure plate, marked on the map with a T. When someone stands on it for the third time in ten minutes, magical fire starts to jet from the mouths of the carved dragons. Anyone in the corridor must succeed on a DC 15/Medium difficulty Dexterity save or suffer 13 (3d8) fire damage, and must continue to do so every round they remain in the room for the next minute.
The trap required a DC 20/Hard difficult check to detect and a second one to disable to the pressure plate. Alternatively, if a holy symbol of Elemental Fire or a weapon affected by the magic of the Prayer Room (Room 42) is pressed against the holy symbols on the ironwork on the doors in the Priest’s Chamber (Room 44) or the Blasted Guard Chamber (Room 46), then the trap is disabled for ten minutes. It can also be disabled or triggered from the Hidden Control Chamber (Room 48).
46. Blasted Guard Chamber
This room bears the marks of a calamitous explosion. The floor is scorched and blackened, the walls are cracked, and chunks of stone have broken free of the ceiling and shattered into rubble on the floor, turning the entire room into difficult terrain.
A pair of dust mephits lurk here, requiring a successful DC 15/Medium difficulty check to spot them before they attack with surprise. Whenever the death burst ability of one is triggered while in this room, additional fragments of stone are knocked free of the ceiling, and everyone in the room (rather than in the attached corridors) must succeed on a DC 10/Easy Dexterity save or suffer 10 (3d6) bludgeoning damage.
The ironbound wooden door to the south has the holy symbol of Elemental Fire worked into its metalwork.
47. The Deep Barbican
The floor of this room is covered in stone tiles that have been polished to a gleaming finish, the result of a permanent prestidigitation effect that cleans this room every day, and the ceiling is coffered. The pair of great bronze doors to the south depict a pair of snarling dragons and are locked (DC 15/Medium difficulty). The lock magically relocks at twilight, and the mechanism reconfigures so that it can’t be unlocked the same way, requiring a new check each time.
There is a secret door in the bare north wall that requires a DC 20/Hard difficulty check to reveal, and a series of trapped pressure plates, marked with T’s, that also require DC 20/Hard difficulty checks to reveal, although spotting one will reduce this to DC 15/Medium difficulty for all subsequent pressure plates. The pressure plates are tied to a magical trap and can each be disabled with a DC 15/Medium difficulty check.
Stepping on a pressure plate causes boiling hot oil to pour from a coffer hole in the ceiling directly over the plate. Anyone underneath this must succeed on a DC 15/Medium difficulty Dexterity save or suffer 18 (4d8) points of fire damage and, as the oil continues to burn as it clings to them, another 9 (2d8) points of fire damage the next round; a successful save halves the initial damage and negates the secondary. Anyone within five feet on the pressure plate must also make the same save or suffer 9 (2d8) fire damage. Additionally, a fifteen foot square centred on the triggered plate is affected as per grease (DC 10/Easy difficulty) for the next ten minutes.
There is a hostile invisible stalker that patrols between this room, the Booby Trapped Corridor (Room 50), and the Spectator’s Bar (Room 55), recently summoned in the Arena of Blood (Room 56). When one of these areas is entered for the first time in a day, roll 1d6: On a 1 or 2, the stalker is here, on a 3 or 4, the stalker is in the Corridor, and on a 5 or 6, the stalker is in the Bar. If the stalker is either here or in the Corridor when the trap is triggered, then it attacks.
48. Hidden Control Chamber
Beyond the secret door is a bare stone chamber, with two levers set into the north wall and the image of a six-armed woman sculpted into the stonework between them. Two of the woman’s hands are covering her face, two hold flaming swords, and two are sculpted as extending from the wall so that they can be grasped.
The west lever is tied to the trap in the Trapped Corridor (Room 45) and the east lever is tied the trap in the Booby Trapped Corridor (Room 50); if a lever is pushed up the trap is triggered and if it is pushed down the trap is disarmed. If the hands of the sculpted woman are held, then one of the trapped corridors can be perceived as if with a clairvoyance effect paired with see invisibility. Holding the west hand reveals the Trapped Corridor, holding the east reveals the Booby Trapped Corridor. Holding both necessitate a DC 15/Medium difficulty Wisdom save as both rooms are observed simultaneously, a successful saves spares the target 2 (1d4) rounds of being stunned.
49. The Stairs to the Deep Citadel
Battle scenes are carved into every wall of this room, depicting famous victories from a bygone age. Dragon-riders are prominent in the scenes along the eastern wall. A successful DC 20/Hard Intelligence check will recognize various conflicts fought by the Dominion of Bel, the fiend-worshipping empire that once dominated the region, against nearby elven and human nations. It will also identify a scene of the Dominion fighting against a mysterious enemy, one that is only depicted with the symbol of a great eye rather than the clear imagery of the other scenes and that appears to be attacking from below.
The stairs lead down to the Deep Landing (Room 47).
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Me, 7 years old, doesn't know any Spanish, whitest of white skin tone at a birthday party for my friend and I'm the only white person there: *absolutely rocking it with my friend and her cousins*
My friend's grandma talking in Spanish to my mom, who come in to pick me up: thats my granddaughter now
I didn't understand anything that was going on, but I had a blast. Now I just think thats the same energy the Jedi bring when they party with the clones 🤣
adopted for having good vibes😌🤌
now you got me thinking of the clones at 79's having the time of their lives and the jedi awkwardly dancing like white dads at a barbecue (but which jedi would be the exception i wonder... there's gotta be at least one good dancer in the order, right?)
#i doubt its obi wan bc ive seen a vid of ewan mcgregor himself dancing cumbia and he sucks lmao#anakin is too frat boy for me to think he'd pull any dance move off#my money would go to kit fisto#i was also thinking mace but he gives me stands-with-his-arms-crossed-in-some-corner vibes#not art
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Matt Murdock x Reader
Summary; You got home from a business trip a few days early and decide to find your boyfriend, but instead find someone you think is a stranger in his apartment.
You sighed heavily as you climbed the few flights of stairs to your boyfriends apartment, glad to be home but mind swirling around with what had happened the last few days. You really didn’t enjoy your coworkers, but you knew that working in fine art wasn’t going to have the most.. nonjudgmental of coworkers. They just took it too far sometimes.
You switched the shoulder your bag was on, digging your key out as you came to a stop in front of Matt’s door. You paused with your key in the lock, hearing a clatter coming from inside the apartment. Matt was blind, but he was far from clumsy. You pushed the door open hastily, looking around the darkened living room for any sign of life.
“Matt?” You called out, shutting the door quietly behind you and vaguely realizing what an idiot idea this was if it wasn’t your boyfriend inside.
You had never dealt with a burglary but this was Hell’s Kitchen.
You didn’t get a reply but you did see something jerk out of the corner of your eye, near Matt’s kitchen. You slide backward, shoulders hitting the wall as you pawed around in your purse for your pepper spray.
“Look buddy, I don’t know who you are or what you’re doing in my boyfriends apartment but I will not hesitate to douse you in bear mace.” You hoped you sounded more intimidating than you felt.
The figure moved toward you a bit and you were able to make out the crimson of their clothing, and the small horns adorning their head. Was that Daredevil? The masked vigilante just stood across from you, hand held tightly at their side like they were injured.
“What the hell are you doing here? Where is Matt?” You spoke again, feeling like you should turn tail and run but you’d heard the stories about this guy - there was no guarantee that you’d make it out. And if he hurt himself hurting Matt? Then you were going down swinging.
They seemed to be thinking something over, head cocked to the side in a familiar way but you kept your mace held aloft, ready for them to charge.
“This really isn’t the way I wanted to tell you.” They finally replied.
You blinked, sucking in a small breath at the voice. There was absolutely no way.
Your voice shook as you asked, “Matt?”
Daredevil reached up and pulled his mask off, the unseeing eyes of your boyfriend staring back at you and a small smile pulling at the bruise you could see coloring his cheek. “Hey, Angel.”
You floundered for a moment, unsure what to say but anger quickly overwhelmed her. “What the fuck? Matthew? Is this a joke?” You tossed your pepper spray into your purse, stalking around the couch toward him.
He went to take a step to you but fumbled and your attention was quickly drawn to the wound he was clutching on his side, anger dissipating, if only a bit. You moved the rest of the way to him, hands wrapping around his arms to help him down onto the couch.
“I didn’t mean for you to find out like this. I was kind of hoping I would... retire, by the time it came to telling you.” He grunted out as you helped him down.
You shook your head, peeling up his shirt gently and gritting your teeth at the sight of his wound. “So you thought you’d just run around being a superhero at night and I wouldn’t notice? We’re moving in together next week, Matt.”
His smile was as disarming as always. “Honestly Angel, I didn’t have a plan. I just didn’t want to scare you away.”
You breathed in, touching gently around his cut. “The only thing that scares me is this, Matt. You being hurt.”
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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙚
Chapter One:
The rose garden of Highgarden was always beautiful at this time of year. The roses were in full bloom, and the smell of fruit permeated the air. Singers and fiddlers were out today singing their jolly tunes while girls as pretty as the flowers nearby danced with each other, giggling and sampling delicacies from the kitchen. A soft wind blew through, fluttering the ladies' myrish lace and silk gowns, and tumbling their long hair, showing off a bit of skin. Sitting under a canopy was the Lady Olenna of Highgarden, watching her granddaughter’s and cousin’s daughter’s dance. Her eyes were trained on her eldest granddaughter, the Lady (Y/n) Tyrell, and her second granddaughter, Lady Margaery, barely only six name days, dances with her older sister.
The corners of the Queen of Thorn’s lips twitched at the sight of her two precious roses. “My Lady, the cheese is served.” Lady Olenna tore her eyes away from her granddaughters to look at the servant boy, sweating profusely. She arched a brow and eyed the green boy. “Tell me, did you sweat all over it too, boy?” Alerie Hightower turned her head from the conversation she was having and turned her attention to her mother-in-law.
“Mother, perhaps you should go easy on the boy—”
“Don’t tell me what to do and don’t call me Mother. I would’ve remembered carrying you,” she said spitefully at her son’s wife. “Now, answer me, boy, did you sweat over my cheese, as you are sweating all over your uniform?” The boy stuttered, and his mouth was agape. Lady Olenna scoffed and waved her hand in a dismissing motion. “Someone get me a new plate of cheese that does not have sweat all over it! Along with some figs!” she shouted, and three servants jumped to attention and raced off to get the Queen of Thorn’s food.
“Grandmother, you needn’t be so harsh on the boy,” commented Lady (Y/n) as she glided up to her grandmother, passing cousins adorning on the cushioned chairs and pillows in the canopy. Lady Olenna gave her a smirk. “Of course I must. The boy need’s to learn my Rose.” She brought her frail spotted hand up to her granddaughter’s cheek and patted it, admiring her beauty.
“Now,” The Queen of Thorn’s patted the seat next to her, inviting her granddaughter to sit. “Where is Margaery?” she asked once Lady (Y/n) sat down beside her. “With Willas and Garlan,” she said breathlessly. “Hmm, tired of dancing?” Lady (Y/n) gave her a scoff. “My feet feel as if I’ve been walking all over thorns,” she complained, rolling her eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes (Y/n), it’s unbecoming,” Olenna scolded her granddaughter.
Ever since Lady (Y/n) was born, Olenna has been training her in the arts of cunning, seduction, manipulation, and beauty. Lady Olenna had big plans for both of her granddaughters, and each step she took was a calculated move to benefit the Tyrell family.
Perhaps she could marry Margaery off to the new princeling the Lannister Queen gave birth to — a Tyrell Queen. Yes, Lady Olenna liked the sound of that.
Music played on as the afternoon soon grew into dusk. The fiddlers fiddled, and the singers sang, and the harpers harped, all while the girls of House Tyrell and distant cousins danced under the rays of the sun. The day finally ended, and Lady Olenna was in her solar when her son and his wife and her grandson, Willas, entered. Her twin guards Erryk and Arryk were trying to block the entrance, waiting for their Lady to give the approval of the interruption.
“My Lady, we are sorry for the interruption, Lord Tyrell insisted —”
“It’s quite alright, left, right, let them through. It must be important if my fat oaf of a son climbed all those steps to see me.” she snarled as she placed her quill down and looked at her family. Mace was breathless, his right hand was placed above his gut, trying to calm himself down from the long trip up the stairs, while Alerie stood off to the side with her hands placed on Willas’s shoulders.
“Well? What is it?” Olenna snapped, impatient. Mace took a deep breath before speaking. “Mother, I’ve just received a raven from the Westerlands—” Olenna scoffed and leaned back in her chair. “It was from Lord Tywin Lannister.” Mace paused for a few beats of silence. “Well, what does the old lion from Casterly Rock want? I can’t imagine he’d be begging for gold this early in Robert Baratheon’s reign.”
“He’s inviting (Y/n) to Casterly Rock, along with many other noble ladies to meet his son, Tyrion Lannister in hopes to have a betrothal. Apparently, they’re having some sort of ball for his heir’s nameday.” In all she could’ve imagined, Olenna never would’ve thought the old lion, murder of two houses, Reign and Tarbeck, would be asking to have a betrothal between houses Tyrell and Lannister to his half-man son.
“No.” Mace exchanged a look with Alerie. “Mother—”
“No. (Y/n) deserves a full man, not some dwarf.” Olenna narrowed her eyes at Mace. “You’re not really considering this proposal, are you?” Mace gulped and nodded his head. “Well, mother, yes I was. Lord Tywin is a powerful man and we should want to have an alliance with him. Besides’ he’s not asking for (Y/n)’s hand now, he’s inviting her to meet his son and enjoy the Westerlands and Casterly Rock.”
Olenna scoffed and shook her head. “A lion simply does not invite, they command.” She stared at Willas and sighed. “Before you reply, Mace, you must tell (Y/n). She must decide if she wishes to go or not.”
“Mother, I have to say yes! Otherwise—”
“If (Y/n) say’s no, I will deal with the Lion of Casterly Rock.” A smirk crossed Olenna’s features as she challenged her son. Mace grunted and groaned before nodding his head in agreement. “I will tell her tomorrow as we break our fast.”
Satisfied with his answer, Olenna nodded her head in triumphant and waved her hand, dismissing him. “Go, all of you,”
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