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laying in bed bored brain has started rotating and prodding at a years old concept for a skirmish-scale miniature wargame I've been mentally moulding and never writing down which has been dubbed Delve.
bit o late night catbabbling ahead on that.
the concept of delve is something of a cross between an RPG and a wargame, inspired by an offhand comment someone made once that the two are different branches of the same family tree. played by 2-6 people each controlling 2-8 adventuring characters, those adventuring characters would each be built in the same way as an RPG character with the player choosing race, class, armour, and weapons for them to form their Adventuring Party, then throw them into a dungeon against the other players' parties of characters to compete over a goal such as classic deathmatch, capture the hill, escape with the loot, escape the city guard/jail, etc.
while the initial idea was to choose characters' races and classes to determine their traits and abilities, over the years I've become more and more fond of the idea of ttrpg systems which don't lock abilities by race of class and I think if I were ever to design a game properly and put it to paper I'd like it to reflect that, as such all character abilities and traits would be selected from a list of available bits and concepts like race or class would just be flavouring.
For traits and abilities, I'd figured that each character should have one that can be used once per game, once that can be used once per round, and two that are passive.
the general idea was that a character's weapon would have two stats for attack; speed and damage, and armour would have corresponding stats for defense; reflex/mobility and toughness. when making an attack you would roll your weapon speed against the enemy's reflexes, and the enemy would roll their armour's toughness against your weapon's damage. Ranged weaponry would have generally much higher damage stats and melee weapons would have much higher speed stats such that a light armoured character is tough to hit with a ranged weapon but easy to squish in melee, and vice versa
-this *is* mostly ignoring how combat and armour actually works, as arrows are not generally dodgeable in any universe and melee weapons are always just FAST regardless of size, but for the sake of Fantasy Pop Culture and Game Stats that's just how it's gotta be sometimes.-
Armour would have four weights; cloth, light, medium, heavy, and similarly weapons would be either melee or ranged as well as a weight category; light, medium, heavy, and superheavy.
Shields would be an additional armour option, coming in Small, Medium, and Large sizes, with each restricting the maximum weight of weapon the character can carry, and being not an option at all in combination with a Superheavy weight weapon.
Magic and spells would be selected as Trait/Ability options, some of which requiring the character wield a spellcasting catalyst which would prevent them from also holding a weapon of the Heavy or Superheavy categories.
Each weapon and activated Trait/Ability would have an Action Cost associated with it; characters would each have 3 Actions to use per turn, or 4 if they forgo half their movement, as well as being able to move an additional half their movement (running) for 2 Actions. Light weapons would cost 1 Action, allowing a character to use one after running, and Superheavy weapons would cost 4 to use, requiring that the character move half their movement in order to attack with it. Medium and Heavy weight weapons, accordingly, would incur costs of 2 or 3 Actions.
finally, just so that everyone's not all running just the same optimized character builds, each player would choose two Faction Abilities to use each game, one active and one passive, again from a list. Additionally, I would want to include a list of pre-generated factions, the Faction Abilities each would use, and four examples of pre-built common adventurer goons you might find in each.
most of that feels like utter jabbering nonsense to type out. questions and comments encrouraged. probably never going to actually write up stats to make the gamethoughts a reality so if anyone feels ~Inspired~ reading this and is good with numbers, be my guest. gobble up and re-use these weirdass concepts my dummy catbrain has sat on like a chicken egg for six years.
#/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\#hobbying#not 10mins later and I've realized some things i forgot to mention#like how applying damage works#or armour weight restrictions#ah well. tomorrow maybe.
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been meaning to draw him so here he is
Lycaon has no projectile weapons but his unique modular design means that he can be fitted with a variety of armours to fit the circumstances - in theory. in practice, actually manufacturing this armour taxed supply chains beyond their limits and although plans were drawn up for six different variations, only one was made. without the added weight of this armour, he is the swiftest of the holy beasts.
the purpose of his single extant armour set is to serve as a distraction for attacking serpents during a dragon battle. the armour restricts his movements but covers vulnerable joints (save for the lumbar spine which must be exposed),leaving few to no clawholds for serpents to cling onto. the noisemakers are similar to church bells and draw the serpents' attention, drawing them within the danger zone of lycaon's exhaust flames. this armour has been used only three or four times and without much success; serpents quickly grow bored of attacking the bells and quickly return to harassing Lycaon's companions.
a couple of centuries into his operation, it was determined that the armour had been kind of a massive waste of money and time. in more recent years Lycaon is sent into battle without armour where he is used to strafe and hassle the sinful enemy. his construction is an example of divergent Midaean design; unlike the other beasts, which were outfitted in Forza, Lycaon's weight distribution is pitched forwards to the chest, which is the location of what is traditionally called the belly furnace. this gives him a slightly more naturalistic gait but a smaller and weaker heart engine (and associated pump systems). his overall longevity in battle suffers as a result.
prior to the introduction of Leun, king of beafts, Lycaon held seniority. his speed and challenging operation made him difficult to captain and his Midaean keepers had maintained him in perfect condition for centuries longer than any of the other beasts. of extant beasts, only Pantera is older. traditionally, the knights and smiths of the senior-most beast have command in any stable. Mercury Adézan, Lycaon's enginesmith, is technically the senior-most enginesmith in the empire (responsible for designing Sir Victory's prosthetic arm) - but because of his exclusive specialisation in Midaean design, he was unable to to work on Leun, the empire's newest and greatest beast. Mercury Luca, formerly Pantera's enginesmith, was drafted into the role instead, due to Leun's similarity in design to Pantera.
this led to a snarl in the chain of command; Mercury Luca was younger and less experienced than Mercury Adézan, but had been fast-tracked to the highest-ranking position within the enginesmith profession. furthermore, Luca was partially responsible for Pantera, which was the last beast to be lost in battle due to poor maintenance (Luca's mentor and Pantera's senior enginesmith, Mercury Alfeo, took responsibility for the accident and had his right hand amputated as punishment). there exists a strong and oftentimes vicious rivalry between the smith crews of Lycaon and Leun, although the knights, Sir Honour and Sir Heaven respectively, do not participate in this squabble.
the armoursmiths also find it to be kind of silly but hey, armour is armour. engines are a little trickier to run.
#setting: mez#mech design#here u go it's a new dog#@ my anons who were asking things: i saw ur asks but all i can say is It's A Secret
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A Dhampir's Dietary Needs
Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader/Tav/Durge
Word Count:1588
Your recent studies on vampires led you to research their offspring, dhampirs. One of these books shows how the diet of a dhampir is never as simple as it seems.
(Tw: Mainly domestic fluff, Dhampirs and their diets, light mentions of flesh, blood and cerebral spinal fluid but never in graphic detail)
As Promised here is a lighter fluff fic to balance out The Chains That Bind Us
In the lone, abandoned, fortress, deep in the Underdark in a small house, Tav lay on her shared bed, deep into her research on vampire species in hopes of a better understanding or cure. The abandoned fortress grows, day by day as more and more spawn find the haven in hopes of regaining a semblance of normal life.
Her recent studies have led her to read about the various subspecies of vampires, dhampirs, half-vampire half-mortal creatures, who live life like a vampire but with none of the restrictions of one. Allowed to walk through the sun without being turned to ash.
However, dhampirs were not free from the curse their undead parent had bestowed on them, although they could resist the hunger pains via consuming food, each dhampir seemed to have unique tastes for certain life sources.
A sudden shift of weight onto the bed interrupted her train of thought, “Hosting book club tonight without me darling, how rude” your pale lover teased, taking off his armour to lie down next to you.
Astarion had finished his rounds on the fortress with the other vampire spawn, looking as if he was ready to collapse at any moment.
“Did Petras cause trouble for you again star?”,
You knew that some of the new spawn would have caused one or two issues during their first few days in the colony but Petras seemed to be a beacon for it but still managed to stay in the group either through luck or pity, much to Astarion's annoyance.
“No.. not today, just that it's quiet….for once,” He says with a heavy sigh. Quickly he cuddles up next to you on the shared bed, now wearing his class white shirt.
“I see you still have your head stuck in those dusty notes, any new skills that I can show off darling?” he spoke with a grin, the thought of him discovering another vampiric ability that he never knew before fills him with glee.
Reminding you of when awoke to him hanging upside down from the ceiling a few days after the defeat of the netherbrain, scaring the hells out of you.
Turning your attention back to the book, he wasn’t wrong about it being dusty though as you found it after the defeat of Cazador in his manor, was a collection of books about vampires written by the mysterious Lady Incognita had been a great assistance with the advancements into the colony, through the knowledge of vampiric biology to diseases. However, this book differed from the others, written by a scholar in Ravenloft centuries ago who did personal interviews with dhampirs.
Facing the elf, you spoke, “We can read it together if you’d like?”.
He lets out a soft hmph he knows how he can get lost in your voice all day, entranced by you like a siren, although with less of the murder part.
“By all means my love, go ahead, Gods knows how many I’ve read to you, it’s only fair that you spoil me this time.” He responded with a fanged grin.
Quickly trying to recompose yourself, clearing your throat, you start reading the chapter.
' Throughout my research on dhampirs, I have discovered that each of the participants has special dietary needs, while most dhampirs have the pangs of hunger to consume blood, as shown by their lineage from vampires or spawn, there are a small few who seem to break this norm, by having acquired different tastes. '
' One of the participants was shown to have the urge to consume flesh or raw meat, usually, they would consume the meat of animals over humanoid flesh. '
“Urgh, you’re reminding me of awful gnolls we had to fight” he muttered with a look of disgust on his face as he spoke. “I mean blood is much better to deal with, and besides it’s less of a mess on the clothing….and the smell isn’t as bad either…” He mutters to himself quietly.
' One interesting dhampir I studied, talked about how they were attacked by a rare vampiric illithid but were lucky enough to survive the attack. In most cases, dhampirs have a hunger towards blood, but this participant has their diet curated towards the cerebral spinal fluid in the body, preferring to drink from animals and thieves. ’
“I think we’ve had our fair share of bathing in illithid slime throughout our adventure with the mind flayers, and curating to the diet of one is just….. urk ” Holding back a lump in his throat, the thought of someone willing to consume such things is too much.
“Hmm, a vampiric illithid though,” you ponder, “I haven’t heard of that before” With a pause, you turn to him “Do you think the tadpole would have made you one?”
“Please don’t finish that thought darling, I don’t want to recall the illithid parts of our adventures.”
With a quick sleight of hand, he takes the book from you, skipping a few pages ahead in the entry. Before swiftly handing it back to you. “There, this should be an interesting read and less of the tentacle diet”.
'While most dhampirs prefer to feast upon physical sources from living creatures, there is a small group who target that of the mental energy in creatures.'
' Some dhampirs aren't always made by a vampiric transformation being interrupted or by being an offspring of one. One was infected by a mind flayer tadpole and their body rejected the parasite, which as a result halted the ceremorphosis process, but caused a mutation in them of wanting to feast on people's psychic energy .'
“I’m sure just being around Petras does that anyway” he grumbled.
You respond to his remark with a simple “mm-hmm”, knowing how much the simple-minded questions he asks seem to have the ability to drain your mental energy for the rest of the day. Living up to Astarion’s claim when you first met him in Farygo’s flop house a few months ago on your adventures.
' Other forms of mental energy that they consume are dreams. Through other living creatures who can dream via sleep or trance. Despite the other forms of hunger seeming to be harmful to others, or hard to obtain, this form of hunger has no negative side effects for those who fall victim and is a good cure against night terrors but will leave the victim slightly forgetful the next day '
You wait for his next witty jab to come along after you finish reading out the last line, only to be greeted with a bout of nothing but his knotted brow, lost in his thoughts before his mouth began to open once again, slowly this time.
“Good against night terrors….”
It leaves his lips like a stray afterthought.
Even after creating a better life together for both of you in the Underdark, escaping from the horrors of your previous lives to create something new. The one unavoidable thing is the memories that it leaves. Especially the effect on beings who go into a trance forced to relive the situation.
Ever so slowly you reach out to touch his hand that lay flat, resting on the soft covers.
His skin is cold to the touch, you softly squeeze it to reassure him of your presence, his safety,
pulling him out of his musing.
His head snapped back to glaze into your eyes, and a soft smile greets you.
“I’m sorry, my sweet, I was just lost in my thoughts then”
“I-I can stop reading for now if you want me to-” Your voice was abruptly cut off.
His cold fingers touch your lips before he opens his mouth to speak once again.
“It’s fine love, carry on, this is what I want , to hear your voice.” His hand moves to cup your cheek, kissing your forehead lightly with a soft peck.
Reminding you that creating these moments of comfort is the best counterweight to the years of misery thrust upon you both.
“So” Astarion declared “Are you going to continue spoiling me with tonight's reading session?”
“Huh-? oh um yes” snapping your face back to the book, heat still clinging to your face.
Reaching the last section of the chapter you speak aloud clearing a lump in your throat.
'The last form of hunger I was unable to a living dhampir but ancient texts describe those who drain the life energy from living creatures, similar to the spells of necromancy magic, they sustain their hunger by sucking the life essence from others.'
Reading that last sentence sends a shiver down your spine, the thought of someone constantly feeding off a part of you that can’t be replaced naturally, slowly draining you day after day.
“Hmm, you know, we could just get Gale to sort that out when we cross that line”
“Besides, he ate most of our magic items back when we were adventuring, he’d know a thing or two about that.”
Giving him a light jab in the side, he shifts off the bed stretching his limbs to stand up.
“This was a nice lecture love, but I must be off now, I’ll start preparing dinner for you”.
Watching him descend the stairs, silently hoping that he won’t burn your food to ash this time.
Ensuring you were out of earshot, muttering to himself, “a dhampir….Hmm, I wonder what ours would be like.” Would they still crave blood, but enjoy the appetite of the living? Or would they crave something else entirely?
A light laugh leaves him, seems that’s a story for another day.
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This was a very sickly sweet piece I enjoyed writing, even if I had a bit of trouble with the fluff scenes to the point where I thought it might be too sweet for me.
I might write more domestic/dhampir stuff if you guys are interested.
#astarion x tav#astarion x durge#astarion x dark urge#astarion x reader#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 astarion#astarion fanfic#writing#I have so much more to say as well about dhampirs#but I'll make it a separate fic in the future
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#hot and sweaty#sauna suit#mask gag#tight and sweaty clothes#sauna torture#bladder torture#human furniture#ai art#story
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hi mads!! thank you for tagging me in the req post hehe could i request hoshi + moody + 13 with either high fantasy or sci-fi! your pick :3
:))))) im sorry
dove colored sky | knight!soonyoung x reader | angst, high fantasy au | 700~ words
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The armour feels strange against his body. An unfamiliar cage around his torso–restricting movement. A facade of protection wrought in iron and steel. He shifts, adjusts, bends, and stretches—trying any way possible to make it fit right. To make it feel right.
It never does. And he’s run out of time.
He hears you through the door, your feet padding against the floor, the soft sigh of your voice carried to him on the gentle breeze that floats between the cracks in the walls. This old home you’ve built together with the hope you might live out your lives here. Grow a family, lean into old age. Live to see the end.
But the battle call went out too soon. A man’s life is not his own.
Soonyoung picks up his sword, hand wrapping around the leather-bound hilt. His heart aches with the weight of the iron in his fist, dragging it down with the lives he knows it has and will end. A burden he never asked to carry but one that was handed to him as it was to his father and his father’s father. Fealty to a crown, a life paid for in blood for the simple chance to breathe the fresh air of this country. For the simple chance to hold you in his arms and hope that he never had to let go.
He knew the time would come–war was inevitable these days–but he had hoped it might have missed him.
He hoped it might have looked down as a dove in the sky, white peace cascading over your small farm. That it might have seen your face, shining with life and love and joy, and seen fit to move on from here and darken someone else’s door. A crimson shadow creeping over the landscape and shrouding everything in its path towards victory or death or something beyond.
A soft knock at the door and he doesn’t think he can face you now. He sets the sword down first, pushes it aside so you might not see it gleaming so wickedly and so open. “Soonyoung?” your voice calls to him, soft and entreating. Gentle as ever. He inhales, feeling his chest press against the breastplate of his armour.
“Come in,” he replies, voice a quiver in his throat.
The sun comes in with you. Flooding the room in your warmth and for a second he feels better–feels his heart stop melting into fear in his chest. He sees you bathed in the golden light of the day and thinks maybe everything will be okay after all. Or maybe he has died already and you’re an angel sent to carry him home. The image is gone within a few blinks of his eyes and your features come back into sharp focus as you step towards him–still golden, still shining but just in the normal way that you do when he looks at you. The way you always have. His angel.
“They’re here,” you say and he can see you’re just as afraid as he is. You hold a sword of your own in your grip; one wrought of courage in the face of loneliness. Of being left behind. A sword of hope against hope.
He smiles, reaching forward to smooth a crease of worry from your brow. “I’ll be home soon,” he says. It’s a lie, but he can’t help it. He doesn’t know what else to say.
One final kiss. Fierce and firm. Burning with every hope and dream he had for your lives together. Lips melting into each other as he tries to commit this feeling to memory. Tries to feel you through the metal plating constricting his body but he can’t and he thinks it’s the most painful thing that he has had to endure so far. He hears the horses outside. He has run out of time.
“Please, come back to me,” you whisper, eyes locked with his own.
“I will,” he promises, picking up his sword and sliding it into the sheath at his side.
A man’s life is not his own.
It’s yours.
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The dawn breaks–blood red and ablaze with streaks of orange. A dove flies overhead, circling the small home you built together. You watch it as it weaves through the clouds, alights on the thatched roof, and you smile. He kept his promise.
#soonyoung x reader#hoshi x reader#svt au#hoshi au#seventeen au#idk man#svt angst#seventeen angst#hoshi angst#mads.fic
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An Entertaining Inconvenience
Fandom: Fourth Wing - The Empyrean
Pairing: Xaden/Violet -- Riorgail
Rating: Explicit
Summary: When a leadership meeting interrupts Xaden and Violet in the middle of their fun, Violet comes up with a creative idea to make the best of the situation. And the best it is, insane, daring, and just... incredibly hot.
Xaden learns a new thing or two. One, a few new tricks he can do with his shadows, and two, how much unresolved tension he can take before he cracks.
AN: You can't do shadow daddy kinktober without shadow tentacles. 😎
Writing this was a lot of fun again, and special thanks goes out to @istarbel for the soundboard and a few ideas which made this story even better.
Enjoy 😁
Also sorry this comes so late. I was caught up in a super annoying family happening all day and couldn't get to my computer 😒
@kinktober2023
AO3
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“Fuck, yes! Xaden! Xaden, please! Please don’t stop. Oh, fuck. Oh, FUCK! Yes! yesyesyesyesy—XAD-AAHHHHHH!”
Lightning cracks in front of my window as Violet comes, finally. Groaning, I keep sucking on her clit, flicking it with my tongue, my fingers busy thrusting into her. Fuck, she’s so beautiful when she comes, writhing within the restraints she let me put her in and screaming my name like it’s the only word she knows. I could do this all night, just devour her again and again, drinking her down and feeling her clench so hard around my fingers it nearly hurts. And maybe, I will. It’s not as if we have some specific scene planned for tonight. Or that she could get away, for that matter.
After sucking her to a second and a third orgasm, one more mesmerising to watch than the other, I eventually grant her a break. After a small eternity of teasing and then three orgasms in quick succession, she’s earned one. Licking my lips for every last trace of her taste, I step back, once again admiring the sight of her.
And what a sight she is!
There’s a corset around her lower torso, one that, in contrast to her usual armour, leaves her breasts free. With the metal loops worked into its sturdy leather and the ropes looped through them, it holds the majority of her weight where she’s dangling from the ceiling in my room, next to my bed. Her arms are tied behind her back, wrist to wrist and elbow to elbow, pushing out her already rather sizeable breasts even more, her nipples still swollen and sensitive from when I played with them earlier. There are cushioned cuffs around her thighs and ankles, broad enough that they won’t cut into her skin or restrict blood circulation, but sturdy enough to keep her exactly in the position I want her in. Which currently is in a half-reclined and half-sitting position in mid-air, her calves pressed against her thighs, heels against her ass, and her legs spread wide, giving me perfect access. There’s also a collar around her neck, not one of her own collars with the gems but a sturdier and more functional one, also cushioned, supporting her head in this suspension.
Fucking beautiful.
“I see your control of your signet still hasn’t improved,” I tease once her breathing calms down again.
Violet gasps a laugh, a grin on her face. “You’ll miss it once I do.”
I shrug. She’s damn right about that. I don’t care that half of the quadrant—half of all of Basgiath, probably—have a good idea of what these strange sudden lightning storms mean. Making her lose control over and over and over—it’s just too much fun.
“And how shall we illuminate the night sky now?” I ponder out loud as I walk over to where I have a variety of toys ready on my bedside table. “What do you think? More teasing until the tension grows too strong again? Or would you rather I make you come so many times you can’t tell up from down anymore?”
Violet moans and visibly shudders, and I smirk. I have a plan for tonight, of course I do, but that doesn’t mean I can’t change it if there’s something she wants. This is, after all, all about her.
However, before she can answer, a knock sounds from the door to my room. Frowning, we share a look. It’s not often that we get interrupted, but this certainly is the most inconvenient time ever.
“What?” I bark when whoever stands outside knocks again, more impatiently this time.
“Open up, man,” echoes Garrick’s muffled voice through the heavy wood. “Or have you forgotten our meeting tonight?”
My eyes grow wide and my jaw falls open.
Fuck…
“Did something slip your mind there, oh powerful Wingleader?” Violet teases, low but giggling. She’s fucking giggling.
“Yeah,” I hiss back. “Leadership meeting for the entire wing. Progress reports from the squad leaders, plans for improvement, discussing issues…” I run my hand over my face. “This always takes forever.”
“I’ll be right there,” I shout back toward the door. “Just a moment.”
I hurry to free Violet from the restraints, already trying to come up with a plan how to smuggle her out of my room when I feel something like a mental hand on my thoughts.
“Wait!” she says into my head. “I have an idea.”
Quick as lightning, she puts her thoughts into a form in my head, helped and edited by my own thoughts of what’s possible. Within seconds, the plan stands, and I can’t suppress a low groan at just how… how insane it is. How lewd. How hot.
“Are you sure about this? I mean, it can work but… You’d have to at least keep from screaming.”
“Oh, I’m more than up for this. The more important question is though… are you?” The excitement in her mental voice would almost be cute if this wasn’t so insanely thrilling.
Biting my lip, I take a moment to ponder. It would be hard. Literally. But also…
“Dain is out there, too, isn’t he?” Her thoughts are practically dripping with mischief. This level of teasing should be illegal.
But… fuck! She has me with mentioning Aetos. “Okay, let’s do this.”
I take another second to ponder, then rush to my armoire and grab one of the ball gags, a leather ball that’s comfortable enough for its size and that’ll muffle at least the loudest of her noises. My shadows will do the rest.
Garrick knocks again as I rush back to Violet, and she snorts as I fasten the gag at the back of her head. “He’s so impatient.”
“He probably has some ideas about why I’m not ready for the meeting. Now, try to stay quiet. My shadows will muffle and swallow most of the sounds, but still.” I throw her a last glance to make sure she’s okay, then walk over to the door when she nods. “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. I’m coming,” I call out to the waiting crowd outside as I let my shadows swallow up a good portion of the room.
With my hand already on the lock, I throw a last glance around, just to be sure. The area around my bed and Violet is plunged into thick darkness, that entire half of the room, in fact. With a wave of my hand, I summon a couple of smaller mage lights and position them on the opposite wall near the large table then nod to myself. Nobody will think twice about why the more private part of my room isn’t illuminated, and even when there will be lightning strikes outside later, my shadows will conceal Violet from any prying eyes.
“About time, man,” Garrick grumbles as he pushes past me into my room, followed by the other two section leaders and the by now smaller group of squad leaders.
I try to ignore Aetos at the back, coming in last, as usual. He’s never enjoyed coming here, much like I never enjoying having him in here. After Threshing, it became even worse, when our mutual aversion wasn’t mainly about politics anymore but about Violet instead. But now… I actually have to fight to keep a grin off my face at his sight, all but trembling with his burning ambitions fighting against his suppressed hatred. Whatever spark of jealousy I once felt at his sight is gone by now. Because Violet chose me. And the wave of excitement I feel coming from her as he enters the room is not because she wants him but because, by now, she hates him just as much as I do. Maybe even more.
“Seems like someone is enjoying herself,” I tease.
Her response is something like a mental mewling, as if she’s beyond words. Sometimes, that happens when she’s too overwhelmed, and usually, it’s not much of an issue. Tonight, however…
Gently, I brush with my thoughts against the walls of her mind. “Will you let me in? So I can sense how you’re doing?” There’s a shiver along our bond, then any resistance falls away and I can step into her archive. “Thank you. I’ll just stay here at the edge, don’t worry.” I could pry into her mind now, read her every thought and memory, but I won’t.
As everyone is taking their seats, I take a moment to examine how far the control of my shadows reaches in a situation like this. Even though I can’t see through the thick darkness, either, I can still feel where exactly Violet it, would know her position even if I hadn’t put her in it myself. But to my surprise, I can also feel so much more. I feel everything. Every twitch of a muscle, every shiver along her skin. Every breath she takes and every time she blinks.
Combined with how I’m practically inside her mind, it’s a heady experience. It’s not that I can feel exactly what she feel, but.. I feel how she feels, feel that she’s aroused but not how the leather caresses her skin. Feel her anticipation, no trace of discomfort. Oh, this is going to be fun.
Satisfied, I join Garrick and the others at the large table, taking my seat at its head. “You’re all here, good.” I don’t acknowledge the wait or give any reason, I’m their Wingleader and they aren’t entitled to any information about my private life. However, that doesn’t keep Garrick from raising an eyebrow at me. He’s been here often enough to know the darkness covering half of my room isn’t natural. “I think Fourth Wing is doing well so far, but what do the reports say? Where can we improve?” I don’t care; the war games are stupid compared to what we face outside our borders. But it’s what’s expected of me.
As first the leader of my fire section and then her first squad leader start with their reports, I let my attention wander over to Violet. She might have enjoyed pulling this off so far, but… well, I wouldn’t want her to get bored with these progress reports now. With only the flick of a thought, some of the shadows around her become denser, thicker, more solid.
Let the fun begin.
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Violet
My heart is beating in my throat, against the collar, as Xaden opens the door. A part of me expects they’ll all see me hanging here, naked and on full display, and even though I know Xaden would never let that happen, the thought is… weirdly thrilling. Knowing that there’s nothing but Xaden’s shadows keeping them all from seeing everything of me, and yet none of them know a thing, will notice what he’s going to do to me.
The feeling gets even more intense as Dain enters the room, a shockwave of emotions that I did not expect overwhelming me.
For so many years, I’d thought we’d end up together one day. It seemed inevitable, easy, perfect. And even during those first months here in the quadrant, I still thought that was where we were heading. But now, I know that we were never really on the same page. What he wanted was a sweet little scholarly doll to swoon over him, someone he could play protector for, someone who looked up to him and would never challenge him. He couldn’t accept that I might be strong enough to fend for myself, that I might not need him the way he wanted me to. And by now, I know he wasn’t what I wanted, either, even without considering Xaden as an alternative.
And then there’s the whole other thing with him knowingly and willingly choosing the wrong side of the war we’re in, but I can’t let my thoughts go into that direction. Not when we’re still supposed to be ignorant and have to play our parts to not give anything away.
Either way, having him here now in the same room while Xaden is surely going to drive me mindless with pleasure, and he won’t even know… Yep, there’s a certain kind of satisfaction to it I didn’t even consider.
“I’m okay,” I send in Xaden’s direction, belatedly. I vaguely remember him checking in on me and me lowering my mental walls to let him in, but it was only a blur to me amidst the overwhelming emotions.
His relief is tangible through our connection. “Good,” he sighs. “I wasn’t quite sure how to get rid of them all if you weren’t. Now, ready for some entertainment? But remember not to get too loud.”
I roll my eyesat the mischief in his voice, but directly suck in a breath when I feel movement against my legs. “What’s that?” I thought he would use his shadows to move his toys like he sometimes does when his hands are otherwise engaged, but this feels different. Almost as light as a breeze but more solid, more connected, like a snake winding its way across my skin yet with the clear sense of Xaden touching me.
My eyes widen as a the sensation appears at my shoulder as well, winding around my throat, then another curling around my waist. “Xaden?”
In my mind, I hear him chuckle. “Don’t worry, it’s just me. You suggested I use my shadows to play with you, so… that’ what I’m doing.” An image appears in my mind, one he clearly sent my way. One that makes my blood heat beneath my skin, my guts clenching. It’s me, just like I am now, caught in his restraints but without the darkness that makes it impossible for me to see myself, highlighting the thick tendrils of moving shadows curling around my body. Just like the tentacles of a hungry beast, ready to devour me.
“A fitting comparison,” Xaden muses in my mind. “They are indeed hungry, hungry for your pleasure.”
With every word, the shadows move further along my body. They curl around my arms and legs, further keeping me from moving while at the same time caressing over my skin like feathers, teasing me without ever giving me a break.
“Hungry to taste you.”
There are what feels like half a dozen mouths all over my body, suckling and licking along my neck, my collarbone, my breasts and between my legs.
“Hungry for all the noises you can’t suppress.”
I moan into the ball gag as one shadow suckles on my clit, two others on my nipples. The sensation is sublime, intense, and I lean into it, the dull murmur of voices from Xaden’s meeting a strange thrilling background noise. They’re all just over there, about three yards away from me, conferring about boring statistics and facts while I bask in the pleasure Xaden’s shadows pour into my body.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Xaden coos into my mind. “Just give in and enjoy the show.”
. o O o .
Xaden
“…and that’s why, in my opinion, what my squad needs most to improve is more time on the flying field,” flame section’s first squad leader, Sören Acreman, finishes his report.
I nod, having only listened with half an ear at best. “I’ll take that into consideration, depending on what the others need. But I agree, your cadets don’t need much more time on the gauntlet anymore.” My eyes wander to the redhead sitting next to him, Rowan, but I barely listen as they start their report, my attention firmly on Violet and my shadows around her instead.
It’s a strange experience, but one I definitely want to explore further in the future, using my shadows directly to please her. I’ve done it before, but only on a much smaller scale, mostly stimulating her clit to get her off just when I want her to. And of course I always knew that I can kind of feel what my shadows feel, hard surfaces and small cracks, the warmth of light. But this is still more intense than I thought, not quite like touching her with my hands but something close, heightened by the fact that I can touch her at so many different places and in so many different ways at the same time.
There’s the roughness of her pebbled nipples as I suck on them, the softness of her thighs where I hold her open, the thrumming of her blood beneath the skin at her neck. The slickness between her legs, dripping out of her and along my shadow...
Fuck!
I have to fake a cough to suppress a groan. It’s a good thing I’m sitting and the table hides my lower half, because—fuck!—I’m harder than I’ve been in ages.
And yet, I can’t stop teasing her more. Summoning more shadows, I let them wind all around her body, gliding along her warm skin. Some are nothing but small tendrils, teasing the sensitive spots just below her ears or her palms, while others are just long, like snakes, constantly winding around her to heighten her sensitivity. Still others are bigger with rounded tips, formed by my subconsciousness no doubt, prodding at her holes but not penetrating her yet. There’s even one at her mouth, teasing her tongue through the gag, and the sense of arousal and anticipation I get from her…
…it’s nearly more than I can manage. I wish I could break the meeting off and send them all away, go and fuck her until she’s screaming, until I can’t hold back anymore, until I fill her up with my come, until I watch it dripping out of her, until—
I wince as someone kicks me beneath the table and Garrick throws me a reproachful look. Right… I should at least somewhat listen to these reports, if not because they’re important than out of respect for those who deliver them.
“I’m sorry, Rowan. Could you repeat that last question?”
They give me a strange look. “I said, since my squad is by far the smallest in Fourth Wing, it would be good if we could spar with others. Kira already agreed that we could form a truce for sparring together. Would that be okay?”
I glance at Kira, squad leader of tail section’s first squad, and she nods. “We would benefit from such a truce as well since the members of my squad all have the same fighting style. It would be good for them to get used to other styles, too.”
I nod. “Agreed. I’ll see that your times in the sparring gym overlap more.” I tell Kira to continue with her report, skipping claw section for the moment, and put in more effort to listen to them.
It’s a good thing my shadows are capable of following simple commands without me paying direct attention. But I still get distracted by the sense of pleasure and arousal I get from Violet and I also want to pay attention to her. I want to observe how she mewls and writhes, unable to stay still with the constant teasing. I want to feel the softness of her skin beneath my shadow touch, her breasts, her thighs, her hair. I want to feel her warmth as I slowly penetrate her, first her pussy, then her mouth, then her ass. And even though I’m moving slowly to not overwhelm her, constantly checking in on her, and also have the distraction of tail section’s second squad leader lamenting about some issues… I have to bite the inside of my cheek, hard, to not groan out loud as the sensation of all three of her holes clenching around me at ones goes straight to my cock.
I’m so fucked.
. o O o .
Violet
This is madness. complete and utter madness.
And I love it.
The idea of getting fucked by three cocks—or toys—at once always intimidated me. I thought it would be impossible to bear, too much, my mind circuiting and scattering at the overload of stimulation. And to be fair, I was kind of right. But also… not.
Or maybe it’s just something about Xaden’s shadows that makes it so easy, the way they stretch me but not too much, how they give in when I need them to, especially how the one in my throat fills me without making it harder to breath. How they seem more attuned to what I need than I thought possible, though that might come from Xaden being in my head as well.
Ultimately though, I don’t care, can’t even thing about the whys and hows. All I can do is at least try not to cry out too loud as all three shadow tentacles fuck into me at their own pace, seemingly uncoordinated yet weirdly fitting. How one thrusts in, hard, as the other slides along my sensitive insides and the third teases some hidden spots inside me. How they move my body this way and that, all those other shadows curling around me. How I’m completely helpless to their every whim, how they give and take. One is around my neck, squeezing just so to heighten my attention as a couple more play with my breasts, curling, squeezing, suckling, pinching. Others just glide across my skin, touching me everywhere and making my skin prickle, my blood thrumming in my veins. My head is spinning, unable to focus, one action never lasting long enough to get me closer to the edge but all together aiming to push me higher, higher, higher.
And all the while, there’s the constant buzz of background noises, leadership talking and debating, unaware of my predicament. If I had a thought to spare I might think they were arguing, someone from another section slamming their fist onto the table. But what tiny sliver of attention I can spare is on Xaden, on the prominent tent in his leathers, visible only to me at this angle.
Fuck, this is so hot.
“Xaden,” I moan into his mind as lust and arousal once again coil into a tight knot in my guts and my muscles are trembling from the tension and anticipation reigning over my body. “Xaden, please. I… I need…”
But Xaden brushes a gentle hand across my thoughts, soothing me. “Have a little more patience, Violence. I have a plan and I know you can take it.”
I mewl, my eyes rolling back into my head as his shadows pick up a little more speed, writhing and curling all around me, inside me. I bite down on the leather ball between my teeth, hard, do keep myself from giving in, to keep as quiet as I can. But no matter how hard I try, there’s still an endless stream of muffled sounds escaping from my chest, my throat, as the tension in my body becomes unbearable, sizzling beneath my skin.
I can’t come until Xaden let’s me no matter how high he pushes me, but… FUCK!
“XADEN!”
Outside, a singe lightning illuminates the night sky.
. o O o .
Xaden
As light flashes outside my window, followed by roaring thunder, I can’t keep my lips from twitching. Almost time.
“That’s enough,” I interrupt Kel, squad lead of second squad, tail section. “I understand your problems, but that’s not something we can solve now. I’ll talk with the other Wingleaders and then we can hopefully find a solution.”
“But—”
I cut off his complaints. “No matter what else you have to say, it won’t change that we can’t do anything about it tonight, and we’ve sat here long enough as is it. Garrick? What about claw section, any issues?”
Outside, another lightning cracks, and Garrick just gives me a disbelieving look and shakes his head. “No issues I know of. Jeanne, your report?”
The striking blonde leader of Garrick’s first squad rattles down names, times, and scores of her team, efficient as ever, and I’ve never been more grateful leadership put her into my wing than I am at this moment. Violet’s control is hanging by a silken thread by now, her noises barely containable by my shadows anymore. “Just a tiny bit longer,” I murmur into her mind. “You’re holding out so good for me. We’re almost there.”
Her reply is nothing but a wave of desperate need that would make my knees buckle if I wasn’t sitting already. Thankfully, Jeanne is done now. I nod at her, then let my eyes wander over to Aetos. It clearly irks him that he’s last in line, and I don’t even pretend I didn’t twist it that way on purpose. With a sour face, he stands up, arms folded behind his back and eyes straight ahead, that pretentious little git. He’s the only one who always insists on all formalities, just like his overambitious dad taught him.
“Are you ready?” My voice is teasing as I mentally stoke Violet’s arousal even further, and the answering lightning is timed just right to interrupt Aetos the moment he opens his mouth.
He frowns and glances at the window as a second and a third flash illuminate the sky with only a few seconds break between them.
“Juuust a moment, hold on.” — “What is it, Aetos, scared of a thunderstorm?” I drawl, a smirk plain on my face as he throws me a hateful glare. I lean back in my seat, and from the corner of my eye, I see Garrick roll his eyes, even though he can’t keep his lips from twitching, too. “Come on, give your report so we can be done here.”
With a grimace, he recomposes himself.
“Now,” I command. The tendril nestled against Violet’s lower belly moves, curling around her clit and rubbing it just how she likes, and the moment Aetos opens his mouth, all hell breaks loose.
Lightning illuminates the sky as if it were the middle of the day, strike after strike after strike as Violet comes undone. The following thunder is deafening, thankfully covering her screams as pleasure wrecks her, body and mind, and I can’t keep from groaning either, can’t keep my eyes from fluttering shut at the onslaught of sensations flooding our bond. So much stronger even than when our dragons are at it with how there’s no filter between us right now. I feel what she feels, and it’s nearly enough to make me come untouched. Fuck, so intense… I’m just glad that nobody pays me any mind as everyone flinches and stares outside, so my grunt and the way I clutch at the edge of the table go unnoticed.
For what seems like forever, the strikes keep coming as one orgasm seamlessly rolls into the next and the next, as I keep stroking that fire within her. On and on, I let my shadows push into her, suck on her, fill her until her body is shaking within its restraints, never giving her a break, and the euphoria I sense from her is mind-blowing.
I’ll definitely have to slip into her mind more often, in case she allows it.
It feels like several whole minutes must have passed before the pain of overstimulation leaking into Violet’s pleasure becomes too muhc even for her, and my shadows stop moving immediately. Outside, the lightning strikes fizzle out, too, and I have to grit my teeth to keep them on top of the table, to not reach for my aching cock and stroke myself to completion.
“Alright, thanks, Aetos. That was the most informative report you ever gave,” I grunt.
“But I—”
I shut him up with a shadow clamping across his mouth, no patience left to deal with him now. “The meeting is over. Everybody, out!”
Nobody hesitates to follow my order, not even Aetos or Garrick. Within seconds, my room is empty, the door closed, and before my shadows have the chance to withdraw completely, I’m at Violet’s side, loosening the gag.
“Fuck,” Violet gasps, her eyes fluttering as she tries to look at me. “That was… was… amazing.”
I grunt in agreement, fiddling with the ropes around her arms, but then give up and simply cut them apart with the dagger sheathed at my forearm. When I do the same with the ropes holding her legs, Violet giggles.
“This impatience is a new look on you. I think I like it.”
I huff a short pressed laugh. “You have. No. Idea.” I grunt as I loosen the ropes from her corset—it would be a shame to cut apart a rope of this length—and pull her against me and into a harsh kiss once she’s free of her restraints. She’s grinning against my lips and purposefully grinding her naked body against me, against my cock still aching beneath my leathers.
“Please tell me you’re not too sore,” I groan. My eyes are pressed shut, my forehead resting against hers, my hands twitching against her waist. I shouldn’t be putting this burden on her. As her Dom, it is my job to care for her, not the other way around. But—fuck!—after this show we put on, I need her, need to come so badly I can’t remember when I last left like this.
“I have a better idea.”
There’s a gleam in Violet’s eyes, and if I were in my right mind, I might get worried. But as it is, I can only groan as she slips to the floor in front of me, her clever fingers working my leathers open in an instant. The moment my cock springs free and her hand closes around my shaft, a shiver runs down my spine and I give up any resistance. I’m hers, always, forever.
She starts with teasing kisses along the underside of my shaft, and I nearly whimper. “Violet!” I implore. I don’t need gentle coaxing, not now.
“Hush,” she breathes into my mind as her pretty lips close around the tip of my cock. “I’ve got this.”
She certainly does. I know her mouth is as amazing as every other part of her, and I know I let her suck me off far too rarely, but—fuck!—does this feel good. The heat of her wet mouth, the way her tongue strokes along my shaft, how she suckles at the tip, humming at the constant dribble of pre-come she coaxes out of me. So fucking good. Within only two or three minutes, she has me at the edge of spurting down her throat, my hands loosely around her head to guide her as she bobs up and down my shaft, her throat clenching so deliciously every time she takes me deep inside her.
“Fuck, Violence,” I growl through gritted teeth, my fingers twitching in her hair. “Not gonna last much longer.”
She hums approvingly and beams up at me as she takes me down her throat completely, swallowing around me, and the wave of pleasure I sense from where our minds are still so closely connected is nearly my undoing. It mixes with my own lust burning low in my pelvis, so ready to explode that my vision darkens, singling in on where her lips are wrapped around me, bobbing and sucking until I… until…
I howl, disbelievingly, as Violet pulls back right before I come, cruelly dragging me back from the edge. “Shit! What? Fuck, I… I was so… so…”
“So close?” Violet offers when my brain isn’t able to provide the right words for me anymore. “Yeah, I know that feeling.” She flicks her tongue in little kitten licks against my weeping tip, her hazel eyes innocently blinking up at me. I can only stare at her, though, my mind empty as she suckles on my tip, then takes me into her mouth again, starting the whole game anew. Maybe, she’s right. Maybe, I deserve this tonight. But… fuck, I didn’t not expect her to turn on me like this.
“Do you want to come?” she asks when I’m again nearing the edge, my balls tight with need.
“Fuck, yes,” I growl, my fingers tightening in her hair. I fucking need to come. “Don’t you d—”
“Say please.”
I blink, taken off guard. “What?”
She pushes me deeper down her throat, swallowing around me and making me go cross-eyed. “I want you to say ‘please’,” she hums into my mind, mischief dancing in her every word. “I want you to beg for it.”
Fuck…
My breathing goes ragged, her demand pushing me right to the edge in an instant. Maybe I’ll repay her for getting so cocky, but not today. Today, she earned herself the compensation. And I’m too fucking needy to keep playing anyway.
“Please, Violet,” I groan, not having to put in any effort to sound desperate. “Please, let me come. Violet! Please!”
Violet whimpers, her body trembling as she pulls herself closer against me, her nipples rasping against the leather over my thighs. She takes me even deeper, her nose pressed against my pelvis, her throat so tight around me, her tongue stroking along the underside of my cock, and I fucking shatter.
My shout is a mix between her name and a curse as I come down her throat, my hands twitching against her scalp as she swallows me down. Her muscles keep moving along my length, and my knees nearly buckle. Fuck, this feels so good. How she keeps coaxing more out of me, unending, her hands massaging my balls until I’m entirely spent, my vision going hazy.
She keeps swallowing around me until I hiss, the pain of overstimulation never to my taste, then lets me slide out of her mouth. I catch sight of the string of saliva connecting her lips and my cock, but it breaks quickly as I slump to my knees in front of her, trying hard to catch my breath.
“That… that was…”
“Fucking amazing?” Violet supplies with a grin. “Yeah, I think so, too.”
Laughing disbelievingly, I shake my head. ���Fucking amazing, indeed,” I groan against her lips after pulling her into a hard kiss. “You are, that is.”
After a few more minutes of catching my breath and enjoying having her in my arms, we eventually get back up on our feet. With a small flicker of regret, I take the collar, cuffs, and corset off her, then put all my playing gear away back into my armoire while she gets ready for the night again.
“This idea was fucking insane, by the way,” I say as I slip beneath the covers next to her. “I’m pretty sure Garrick will give me an earful about it tomorrow, and he wouldn’t be wrong. I wasn’t quiet as… erm… observant as I should have been.”
Chuckling, Violet cuddles into my side. “Oh, were you a little distracted? How awful.” Her expression turns a bit more thoughtful. “I actually didn’t register anything at all from your meeting. You could have planned to usurp the king, and I’d be none the wiser.”
For the fraction of a second, we share a knowing look, but don’t dwell on that topic.
“So, you didn’t see Aetos’ reaction, either? What a shame.”
Violet grimaces. “No. But you can tell me about that another time.” She moves until she’s propped up on her elbow, looking down at me. “Now, I’d rather talk about those shadows of yours.”
I blink at the shift in the tone of her voice, then disbelievingly shake my head, snorting. “You mean these?” I let the tendrils of shadow spring back to life around us, let them glide along her naked skin, beneath the covers.
“Y-yeah,” she gasps as I let them wander between her thighs, and her eyes flutter shut. “I… I think I didn’t really get what you could do with them earlier with everything happening at once.”
I chuckle and make myself comfortable, relishing in how her breasts rise and fall with her ragged breaths. “So you think we should explore their abilities further?” I ask after teasing her for a couple of minutes and let one shadowy tentacle push into her needy body. Her moan sends a shiver down my spine. “Fine, you’ve convinced me.”
With my mouth on her neck, nibbling and suckling on her delicate skin, I summon more shadows to tease her, basking in her sweet noises as I tip her over the edge into one of many more orgasms this night.
Insatiable little vixen.
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Hello!
Let's go for some design asks…
Stillness, Wardrobe and Change, for Kala, Lilian, June and Ari! :3
[ask game]
Hiya, thanks for the ask! :D
stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?
Kala: She's very still! It's a learned stillness, but even after coming to the surface it's something that stays with her. She doesn't fidget or shift much at all apart from the occasional stretch or repositioning, especially if she's wearing any sort of armour that would be loud when moving. Very practical for bird watching, she's found.
Lilian: Not super fidgety, but will do little stretches and roll her shoulders when still for a longer time. Cross/uncross her arms or tap her foot maybe. Will shift her weight onto her good leg if standing for long. Something she'll habitually do now and then is swishing back her hair or combing it aside with her fingers.
June: Very fidgety. Will tap her foot or finger, rock back and forth, readjust her position, all those sorts of things. She also has a habit of picking at scabs or pimples absentmindedly, or fiddling with a strand of hair. Even when forced to wear something specific for presentation purposes she tries to get something as unrestrictive as possible; she haaates when her movement gets restricted.
Ari: Fairly still, except if he is wearing something that is notably uncomfortable or has Icky Texture. Then he will involuntarily shift and tense every so often even though he tries to suppress it.
His stance isn't influenced by clothing as much as it is by situation; he has a tendency to hunch down, but depending on the circumstances he will deliberately stand up very straight. Also often with his hands behind his back.
Has a habit of rubbing his palm(s), and if he is outside, checking and possibly readjusting his garments. If he is sitting and focused or in thought he'll often tap the bottom of his chin or stroke the rim of his ear back and forth.
wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?
Kala: Starts with very little clothing and a reluctance of buying new things, but comes to like having a small assortment to pick from. Still not that much, but enough to have a pick for different occasions and moods. Is very careful with her clothes so they last a long time, and will wear them for as long as she physically can. And she does repair them! Not super pretty, but enough to make them functional again.
Lilian: Likes having backups and a small assortment that she can pick from, but otherwise doesn't care much about having a big wardrobe. She too takes good care of her clothes and makes them last as long as she can.
June: Enjoys having a big wardrobe with very different types and styles of clothes to switch between, and especially after being so restricted in the circle she does not miss the chance to stock up on cool clothes once she has the chance to. Very bad at mending, but doesn't matter, she'll just wear them torn.
Ari: As Inquisitor he puts effort into having all sorts of different outfits for different occasions, but honestly if it were for him he'd have a full wardrobe full of multiple copies of the same clothes lol. Once he's found something he likes he's perfectly happy wearing the same thing all the time.
change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?
Kala: The most significant one to her is probably growing out her facial hair, but refusing to let her hair grow long after going to the surface. I always think of hair & beards to have a lot of significance in Dwarven society, so both of those were "fuck you" moves at different times that she also kept because she liked them on her. She also started wearing much more colourful and technically-impractical clothing once she had the chance.
Lilian: Wearing the kaddis paint very deliberately after being appointed champion was an important decision to her. It's provocative and symbolic and becomes a trademark, so i think it counts even if it's not technically that drastic from a visual standpoint.
June: Nothing super drastic, i think? Except her hair changed colour! That was the anchor's fault <3 She wasn't fond of it at first but has come to like it a lot.
Ari: He rarely wears visibly Qunari clothes after becoming inquisitor, at least not publicly. Has no energy to provoke the public any more than necessary.
Also started shaving his head at some point but idk yet when or why lol. Did it at some point and decided he liked it and kept doing it since.
#thanks again! <3#oc: kalagna brosca#oc: lilian hawke#oc: june trevelyan#oc: ari adaar#my ocs#oc ask game/ my answers
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to complete the whole Sigfrid family set this next one is gonna be Paradox's mom.
JUST CAUSE IM A MAGE DOSENT MEAN IM A WIMP!
AINZ OOAL GOWN VS THORENDRESSA
Ainz Ooal Gown info:
Height: 7 foot 2
Weight: 124lbs
Weapons: Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, Dual Greatswords, Sword and Shield, Magic
Strengths: Is the main character and the most powerful being in the Overlord universe, Immense strength (Manhandles anyone who challenges him, Threw a Dragon multiple times his own size, Wields his Dual Greatswords as if they were weightless, Pierced through Adamantine with Clementines Stilettos), Immense durability (Ainz has contemplated that each of his bones are stronger than steel, A Minion of his with the same damage reducing ability as Ainz survived a 3000 foot fall unharmed, No selled a barrage of attacks from Gu who could level a castle wall with a punch, Was unharmed by Clementine stabbing him through his eye sockets, Is even more durable with his Knights Armour), Supersonic speed (Is on par with the likes of Albedo in speed), Is a Master of both Magical and close quarters combat, Possesses a multitude of passive effects that aid him in battle (E.g. High chance to cause Panic/Confusion/Insanity/Instant Death in his enemies), Can sense other Undead Beings, Can freeze an enemy in place with a Time Stop Spell.
Weaknesses: As an Undead Ainz is weak to Holy and Fire attacks, Because of his Class restrictions Ainz cannot equip most Weapons and Armour available in his world, His most powerful Spell has a 100 hour cooldown, Cannot harm those trapped in his Time Stop Spell.
Thornendressa info
Height:6 foot (Human form) 12 foot (hybrid form) 13000 feet (Dragon form)
Weapons:teeth,claws,magic,Alchemist blade,Dawnsetter,dragonbone bow.
Strengths:as the mother of Paradox and his sister Whiteraven she's the one who taught them both magic and ranged combat. But she's by no mean a pushover. Demigod Strength(as a part god dragon she's much stronger then most others of her race. Strong enough to hurt gaints and titans once over powered a hecrotonceris which are mountain sized monster with 100 arms and turn mountains into piles of throwing pebbles. Easily overpowered gaints who threw mountains at her.) Demigod durability(as a part god dragon with magic coated scales she's impervious to most magic and weapon. The Ebony warriors who hunt dragons for a living and use dark magic to harm dragons barely hurt her. No selled Tsugus Demon Ice Molding Magic and Steel Dragon Slayer Magic both of which were created SPECIFICALLY TO KILL DRAGONS AND DEMONS.) Suprising speed (Despite being out of shape and past her prime she's still faster then most dragons and can out run her daughter who regularly deflects attacks from a man who can manipulate lighting and light.) Is a genius in magic and archery. Is a Suprising master in hunting monsters. Her dawnsetter and alchemist blades are created by her to kill monsters and the undead showing skills in enchantments and alchemy. Her bow being made of dragonbone is stronger then ebony bows which are nigh impervious to blades and magic. Her arrows are poisoned with dragon Silvia which is the 3rd most toxic thing in the realms and can hurt Paradox who can power through pretty much anything. As a purple dragon using Mirror and archive magic she can seal things and people away and reflect magic on top of using any basic magic that she has fought she can even use multiple breath attacks due to her time of eating monsters.
Weaknesses:as a purple dragon her powers are affected by her mood. The happier she gets the stronger her healing becomes. But if she gets angry enough her powers become pure Ather which means she can do nothing but destruction. While she can teleport through reflections it takes connection also she's put of shape far past her prime and she's the slowest of the family.
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fanart gives me the superpower to ignore armour weight restrictions
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Red Riding Tanksuit
Tactical Paramedic Y88PZ, fully geared and focused, on mission at the the streets of our capital. He determined and ready to provide life-saving assistance in the face of danger. The robust design of Tactical Paramedic Y88PZ's uniform provides both protection and functionality.
It is allowing them to effortlessly bear the weight of their lifesaving equipment as they fearlessly rush to the aid of those in need.
The helmet worn by Tactical Paramedic Y88PZ is an essential part of their duty gear, serving as a vital safeguard and interface for critical communication and data analysis. Designed for operational integrity, it remains securely affixed during their entire mission.
The visor of the helmet is a versatile component that can be adjusted to provide transparency or reflection. In reflective mode, it allows for anonymity and shielding their identity from prying eyes. This feature enhances operational security.
Y88PZ prefers to keep the visor of their helmet in a non-reflective mode, allowing others to see their human face and connect on a more personal level. By opting for transparency, Y88PZ aims to convey empathy and foster a sense of trust during their interactions.
Tactical Paramedic Y88PZ engages in a compassionate conversation with a concerned citizen, offering reassurance and expert medical advice amidst the chaos. The armored ensemble serves as a symbol of protection and trust.
Two tactical paramedics taking a break, as they are not allowed to remove their amour or helmet in public, they hydrate and nourish themselves through specially designed integrated hydration systems within their armour.
Y88PZ embraces the restriction of not removing his helmet. He appreciates of the sustenance of the paramedic corps through regulated calorie intake. This commitment to nutrition fuels their performance but also maintains their lean and fit physique.
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Does the Armour in Your Novel Even Work?
Imagine there is about to be a big battle in a fantasy story.
Chances are, you are thinking about groups of people running with weapons and armour. Well, there is a problem with that protective garment often described. No, I am not talking about historical inaccuracies, structural nit-picking, or anything like that. Instead, the problem is with the protective aspects of the armour itself. Somehow, it seems that writers find it hard to remember to let armour do what it is made to do.
Commonly in fantasy fiction, there is a dramatic scene where a hero, companion, or love interest, is fighting an antagonist. The protagonist might even be able to hold their own, but then the antagonist lunges with a sword and it is all over. That sword hits exactly where armour is designed to protect, and yet the protagonist is mortally injured with little effort. The armour, in the end, was there for the ✨fashion.✨
To tell you the truth, you can let your characters look as glamourous as you want, but in case you are like me and this armour detail is a tiny pet-peeve, here are some suggestions on how to fix it in your own writing.
Do note that these suggestions are geared towards medieval-fantasy type armour, but most the tips are useable with all armour.
1. Research Armour Types
Most fantasy novels stick to just leather or plate armour, even when other armour might be more useful in the situation. For example, an archer would want different armour from a jouster, and someone expecting a rainfall of arrows would want different armour than someone fighting a war hammer.
One example of little used armour is the gambeson. A gambeson is a type of armour that basically is a padded jacket where the stuffing acts to cushion blows. Because of this, it was even worn under plate armour. You might picture someone looking like a marshmallow man, but gambeson can actually look very nice. The downfall? It is very hot to wear in the summer months.
There is also display armour where the rich person has the armour created as a show of strength. That delicately decorated armour is made just for looks, and will never be used in actual battle.
For a starting point, look up:
Gambeson
Scale Armour
Boiled Leather Armour
Mail (or maille) Armour
Plate Armour
What I listed above is only just some of the types of armour, and even they have different types in their own categories. Here is one video to help your search.
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2. Research Armour Strengths
To get the full scope of the strength of armour, I suggest going on Youtube and searching for something like “medieval armour test” for videos like this one as well as ones on maille, and gambeson. Essentially, these different armours protect from a lot. If they didn’t, people would not bother carrying the weight.
This is also handy for learning where the weak points are in armour. This way, if you are going to write a fight, your antagonist knows exactly where to hit to injure.
3. Learn the Myths
For example, this video talks about the myth that armour is impossible to move in, while this video talks about the myth saying that all armour is incredibly heavy.
4. Watch Some Fights
There are people in our era who wear armour and beat each other with weapons. Picture UFC but with weapons and armour, and that is a bit close to what they do. There can be broken bones, and (at least for the ones in my area) first-aid kits are always close.
While their armour, weapons, and techniques, might not all be perfectly historically accurate all the time, it helps you realize just how hard fighting someone in armour really is. It is not just that they are doing physical activity; it is also that they are trying to breathe in a helmet that restricts oxygen. If that is not enough, most fighters say that uncovered armour is deadly under the heat of the sun. Basically, you are cooked like a tin can over flame. This is one reason to wear surcoats over armour, but even the fighters drink insane amounts of water.
For examples, YouTube “full armour combat.” Take notes on what the fighters complain about (as well as what type of armour they are wearing, just in case the problem is exclusive to the specific type), and also when damages or injuries occur.
#writing fight scenes#fight scenes#writing action#write action#writing fantasy#writingfantasy#fantasy writer#armour#armor#write#writer#writing#Youtube#WritingAction#WorldbuildingBattles
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Legionium
Strength of Arms
Legionium is a metallic, semi magical material found naturally in regions where volcanic conditions and other intense tectonic forces take place. It's sheer strength, light weight, and ease to machine have led to it being the material of choice for military vehicles and select, heavy industrial equipment.
Legion of the Fleet
It is impossible to say when the material was first discovered or used, as multiple regions bear large deposits of it across the 12 Worlds. Its first known use on an industrial scale in a more "modern" sense was by the Sri-Hacker Shipyards of Harthport, the Kingdom of Albion. Already a titan of industry in its field, in 40 A.S. it had gotten into a contract with Ferdinand Holwitz A.G. to assist in the development of a new refining and extraction process to lower the cost of using the material, which until then was only economically feasible as a minor ingredient in alloys of steel.
The industrial project was a booming success, and in 43 A.S. Sri-Hacker would construct the UCS Legion, the first in what would become a class of 8 Cruisers, and the first warship to be constructed entirely out of a high grade Legionium plating. It boasted ballistic protection triple the effectiveness of any other vessel with equally thick steel armour, and weight reductions accompanied by Sri-Hacker's own improvements in design and propulsion gave it an additional 4 knots its over its contemporaries.
But, this would only be the first of many, many more to come. Soon, Ferdinand Holwitz would release its own warship design with its revolutionary armour, the Vengeance-class of Battleships, which the United Commonwealth Navy would also order 8 of, and ensured the ships were put on expedited construction. In a mere 2 years, it would have a fleet of the most powerful capital ships to sail the Warp, by then the only hunting ground for gun focused vessels, and would also spark off a 6 year long arms race as every state with any desire to protect its interests across Worlds scrambled to acquire their own powerful warships.
Ground Pound
Ferdinand Holwitz, aside from its substantial shipbuilding holdings, possessed a significant share of the land based Arms market as well, and more than made use of the new metal in that market. Already famous for its metallurgical feats, which was what got it its partnership with Sri-Hacker in the first place, every gun from the calibers of 155 to 30 millimetres in the UC Army was said to be a Holwitz model, and it's new found secrets made it the darling of the Army.
Eventually, Ferdinand Holwitz would introduce Legionium into the land market in the form of the Mark 15 Howitzer, nicknamed the "Legion Gun". Capable of firing a 155mm shell some 20 kilometres, up to 2 times a minute, it also had the distinct advantage of having triple the barrel life of any other 155 gun, meaning that it could shoot three times as many shells before being unusable, a fact that appealed heavily to the UC Army with its focus on logistical ease.
The Commonwealth Metal
Numerous new weapon systems would be developed and produced using the newly available material. However, the United Commonwealth itself would begin to develop a keen interest in taking an active hand in its usage, and supply.
First, in a move uncharacteristic of the trade loving UC, sharing of the information behind Legionium based designs, and the industrial processes to extract it efficiently, was heavily restricted, as were sales of the end product.
Secondly, the Services approached both Ferdinand Holwitz and Sri-Hacker, and offered to work directly with the both of them to develop future arms and technogies. This came with the understanding that such arms would never be exported on the foreign market a key money making opportunity, but when they found out how much they were offered in Commonwealth Cheques, the gladly agreed.
This would mark the beginning of the industrial and military relationship that would become the cornerstone of UC Military industry for the next century, and soon work began in shared offices between the military and a growing number of industrial players to design increasingly wide arrays of weaponry.
Cold Steel in the Forge of War
Eventually, the United Commonwealth's new toys would taste their first blood in the Chainbreaker War, fought against the Menkat Sultanate. A brutal and violent conflict, fought over UC attempts to annihilate slavery across the 12 Worlds, the new weapons, while effective, were never quite the revolutionary game changers they were thought to be.
That, however, was set to change. The UC Army's Office of Army Research and Development, or OARD, as in the process of devising a new weapon system, a vehicle that travelled on tracks instead of wheels, was clad in inches of solid Legionium plating, and carried an armament in the form of a single, forward facing 80 millimetre cannon. Designed to break through the hardened, emplaced defences that the Menkatis had resorted to to stop Commonwealth forces, it was designated under the new term "Armoured Combat Vehicle" as the ACV-101, and given the name "Castle".
And, it would soon prove deserving of that name. The Castles arrived in a unit of 30, and were assigned to the 1st Royal Albion Hussars to replace their armoured cars. Despite issues with reliability, they'd soon prove incredible at carving holes straight through trench lines and dug in positions, and turning the war back to one of maneuver over sheer firepower.
The Castles would go one to be regarded as truly revolutionary weapons, harking a new world of mechanised, industrial warfare of high technology, which would shape the very fate of the 12 Worlds forevermore.
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W+R: Flow and Wolf Part 2
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The instructor clapped for attention, the sound carrying through the field. “We are about to start sparring! Put your staffs away, get some armour on and I will split you into groups based on height!”
Flow followed the rest of the ten/eleven year olds to the basket to put back her training staff, then followed the small mob to the pile of brown chest, head, arm and leg pieces that made up the sparring armour. There was a crackle in the air, excited whispering and chattering. This was the first time they were going to apply their practice to a fight!
Wolf’s grey hair stood out in a group of blonde, red, black and brown, and it was currently bent down with everyone else, trying to find armour pieces that fit. Even after being a semi common sight in the village for that last five or so cycles of the seasons, it was hard not to stare a little.
Flow found some armour that fit her, tucking her thick, wavy, brown hair under the helmet with some difficulty. The padded armour made it difficult to move properly, but the instructor assured that they would get used to it.
Once everyone had been tied into the armour, the instructor scanned the group.
“Flow, Wolf, Mac, Rowan! You’re a four! Head to the end of the field!”
The four of them shuffled to the end as the instructor sorted out the rest of the group. They all knew each other, but not all of them ran in the same groups. Wolf was usually with the older children these days, and Mac and Rowan were just in a different set of friends.
They all nodded to each other, and waited for the instructor to finish. Wolf was already moving a little, bouncing on the balls of her feet and tapping her nails against the arm guard. The sound was both annoying and satisfying.
“Catch!” the instructor called, throwing padded sparring staffs to the groups. Flow’s nearly hit her in the face, and Rowan and Mac floundered to the catch theirs. Wolf caught it with one hand, and looked around like she was wondering how everyone else had failed to catch it.
“Pick a partner to spar with in your group! We will be rotating sparring partners every few rounds, so do not waste time thinking about it!”
Mac and Rowan immediately stood opposite each other, leaving Flow and Wolf to spar each other.
“You do know biting is not part of sparring?” Flow asked her, and Wolf raised an eyebrow.
“Aye,” Wolf hefted the padded staff, feeling its weight. “Is it truly necessary to pad us and the weapon?”
“They do not want to risk injury?” Flow shrugged. “It is harder to hold though.” Only the ends to properly padded, the middle leaving space to hold, but it still felt restricting.
“Ready positions!”
Flow and Wolf held their staffs out towards each other, shifting to longer stances and lifting onto the balls of their feet.
“Begin!”
Flow was first to launch forward, making Wolf block and dodge, then coming in for her own strike before Flow could follow. It became clear that Wolf was both strong and fast, but Flow was stronger.
As the instructor called “Time!” Flow shoved the butt of the staff into Wolf’s chest. Wolf staggered back and tripped over her own feet, sprawling on her back as the bout came to an end.
“Per-perhaps,” Wolf panted. “That is why the staff is padded too.”
Flow held a hand out to help her up, and Wolf took it.
“Reset!”
Wolf and Flow took their positions again.
“Begin!”
Wolf was even faster this time, not wanting to be knocked onto her back again. She suddenly lunged and Flow staggered back, something primal kicking in as she looked at Wolf’s face. She’d been so convinced that a real wolf lunging for her.
Wolf then managed to swing and knock Flow’s legs out from under her. Their bout paused for a moment as Wolf helped her up, and they continued from where they left off.
“Time!”
The two relaxed, breathing heavily and faces pink under the helmets.
“Everyone, move one person to the left!”
There was a bit of shuffling as everyone tried to work out exactly what they meant, but soon Flow was facing Rowan, and Wolf was facing Mac.
The next few fights weren’t as good. Flow initially had a hard time realising why, but soon put her finger on it. Neither Mac nor Rowan were as good. They weren’t bad by any means, but they lacked the ferocity of Wolf.
They apologised when they landed a hit, almost as though it was reflex, and their hits were soft, cautious. They’d been chasing and rough housing each other for years, why this change?
After everyone had fought everyone in their group, the instructor called to the end of sparring, and bid everyone to take their armour, put their staffs back, and start gentle walking to cool down.
Flow ended up walking behind Wolf, both of them looking like their hair hadn’t seen a comb for at least a week. For Wolf that might actually be true.
The session came to an end, and the children all wandered back to their homes, but Flow followed Wolf as she walked towards the edge of the Whispering Forest.
“Why are you following me?” Wolf asked, barely stopping.
“I think we should do our own sparring.”
That made Wolf stop, and she turned to face Flow, face creased and head tilted as she thought.
“…You were the best fighter in our group,” she said slowly.
“Exactly, and so were you! So, we should spar together!”
The corner of Wolf’s mouth lifted into a smile. “No biting?”
“No biting, obviously,” Flow rolled her eyes. “We could do it with proper staffs, without armour!”
“I think we should wait on that. We are new to this.”
“We will be fine!” Flow brushed off. “We are not babies! We can handle it!”
“I still believe we should wait, a little bit. We do not have our own staffs.”
“You live with Lowf! Make some!”
Wolf opened her mouth to counter, then closed it.
“…Only if you can find practice armour.”
“Deal!”
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They kept the staffs at Lowf’s hut, and Flow kept the armour in her room. She did have to ask the instructor in the end to borrow it, but the instructor was fine with it, as long as they brought it back for training.
A few months into this arrangement, the pair were dropping their staffs off a Lowf’s hut, taking their helmets off and shaking out their hair.
Lowf poked his head out of the hut, the smell of salt and herbs drifting out of the door.
“Would you two like a drink? It is rather warm out.”
It was summer now, with biting insects hovering over every body of water they could find and the days dragging on, while the heat only climbed.
“That would be lovely,” Wolf panted, tongue lolling like a wolf even as she sweated.
“Come in, it’s cooler inside.”
Flow had never been inside Lowf’s hut before, and jumped at the chance to look.
The hut was small, it seemed like there was barely enough room for two people, let alone three. To the right of the door was a small hearth and cooking pot, and Flow had to duck as she entered, as herbs and meat hung from the ceiling.
The hut itself was cluttered, with finished and half-finished carvings and their tools. There were plates and other utensils, carved from wood, scattered rather haphazardly. To the left was a pile of furs, while a basket of feathers and sticks hung just by a small window. A couple of packs sat under the window, one empty, one in the process of being packed.
The hearth was not lit, and the pot only filled with cool water, and Lowf was right, it was cooler in here, away from the sun.
Flow and Wolf found some space on the wooden floor, sipping their water. After a minute or so, Wolf flopped down, pressing her back against Flow’s side and drinking from there.
Flow looked down in surprise, half expecting to see a dog, or a wolf even, but Wolf was still human.
Even Lowf looked surprised. “Acting like a wolf without being one?”
“Too hot for fur,” Wolf grumbled.
“We can go to the River of the Diving Bird later if you want to cool off.”
“Yes!” Wolf popped back up again, making Lowf laugh and almost clashing heads with Flow.
“You would be welcome to join us,” Lowf added to Flow. “If your parents do not mind?”
“I can ask.”
“I would suggest that you finish your water first,” Lowf smiled warmly, his weather-beaten face crinkling and a leaf hanging from his curly, nut-brown hair and over his ear as though it were fixed there.
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The sun was still up, although finally beginning to set when the three of them reached the bank of the river. They found a section of bank that formed a pebbly, muddy shore and Wolf ran straight in, fur and tail flying.
Flow shielded her herself from the spray of water as Wolf jumped in, and Lowf laughed and shook his head. Flow then yelped as Lowf pushed her in.
Freezing cold water splashed up as she struggled to maintain her balance in the calf deep water, and she shrieked from the cold. It was then Lowf’s turn to yell as Wolf burst from the water and grabbed his sleeve with her fangs, dragging him down too. He lost his balance and fell onto hands and knees for a moment, water splashing up and completely soaking him.
“You asked for it!” Lowf roared as he pushed himself up. He plunged his hands into the water and splashing repeatedly at Wolf, who chuffed and yelped as she dodged each splash.
Flow got caught in the crossfire, and began to splash indiscriminately. Wolf, Lowf, the trees, everything got soaked.
Lowf was still laughing, and Flow joined in. Yaps and laughs came from Wolf as she changed form with every leap and dodge.
Finally they ran out of energy and trudged back to the bank, sheltering in the shade of the trees.
Wolf didn’t turn back to human right away, fur dripping and tongue lolling as she made her way up the bank. Lowf seemed unconcerned, but Flow found herself skittering away.
Wolf wasn’t full grown, still a young wolf with gangly limbs and scrappy coat, but her shoulder still came up to just below Flow’s chest. The fur was in a shorter summer coat, mostly grey and white, with brown mantle on the shoulders, streaking down the back towards the flank.
White tipped her muzzle and paws, and a solid grey ear flicked towards Flow as she walked towards Lowf. Once she was within range, she began to shake herself dry.
“WOLF!” Lowf tried to shield himself from the deluge. “Enough! Wolf!”
Wolf didn’t stop until she stopped dripping, sending Lowf a wolfish grin before flopping down onto the grass, panting. Lowf sighed heavily and ruffled her between the ears before collapsing under a tree.
Flow remained standing, still eyeing Wolf nervously. She was relaxed now, but… but she was a wolf. She hadn’t had that realisation for a while, but here it was again.
“You are safe,” Lowf assured, with a rather defeated tone, like he’d said that many times. “She will not harm you.”
Wolf let out a huff that sounded like a laugh and her tail thumped against the ground.
Flow cautiously sat down, still keeping Lowf between her and Wolf. Lowf and Wolf looked at each other, and another huff and chuff she stood up and flopped between Lowf and Flow.
Flow froze as Wolf rested her head on Lowf, but rested her back against Flow’s side.
She slowly began to relax as she realised that nothing was going to happen. Wolf’s tail swished and thumped against her foot, and the weight was comforting. Drying off in the warm, summer air, she began to feel safe. At peace.
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Sparring is an odd thing, it doesn't happen to everyone, but quite a lot of people, the first time they spar, with contact, they get nervous and apologetic about it. They're suddenly afraid of hurting you. It's just something that happens, and you grow out of it with practice. As for why they're doing this sparring? I assume it's a like a Warrior precursor, everyone gives it a go as a kid and they can walk away if it doesn't work for them.
@fairyofsomething suggested I start calling this the ACU, or Alaunus Cinematic Universe, and I'm down for that!
On another note
This was made with kaylink's wolf maker, which is one various sights like DollDivine and Azalea's Dress up Dolls www.azaleasdolls.com/animals/g…I'll never pretend I made this!
A general idea of how I think Wolf looks in her Wolf form, the scar was never going to be entirely accurate, but there you go
#Wolf and Raven#Wolf#Flow#Lowf#Alaunus#The Island of Alaunus#Raven CBBC#Raven 2002#Raven OC#Raven fanfic#Raven fanfiction#TheShapeshifter100 writes
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The Aesthetic of Numbers
For the first time perhaps ever, I read a youtube comment that made me think. It was one a pathfinder 2e stream, and the commenter lamented about 5e players balking at both Pathfinder 2e (as it is more tactically demanding and crunchier), but also at the lightweight "narrativist" games such as your PbtAs, FATEs and the like.
The commenter posited that there's a certain appeal to numbers and strategy, as if mechanics and crunch legitimise a game -- but there's also the obvious opposite of turning players off. Players want a game with lots of numbers and mechanics (unlike narrativist games), but don't want it to be mechanically demanding or restrictive (unlike PF2e). And so, 5e.
In addition to this, I've been a bit shocked at how much "false maths" are in games. In Pathfinder 2e, monsters progress pretty much inline with PCs, gaining to-hit bonuses as players gain armour class bonuses, etc. Completely artificial increases like the weapon runes which give +1 bonuses to hit were added because players felt they were missing (and of course, the monster's AC was just dialed up to match that progression).
Even in lighter weight games, such as Apocalypse Keys, I was a bit shocked to learn how little the token economy changes the rolls -- the difference between +1, +2 and +3 is actually very slim.
Ultimately the numbers themselves mean very little as they're deliberately kept in a very tight check, but there's an aesthetic to numbers that matters to gamers.
I'm sure it's good game design, but it just seems dishonest and condescending. It does break my heart a little as someone who does not care to design for the aesthetics of numbers.
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Genetically Modified Animals and Their Use in War
Researching the changes in environment caused by humans and the science fiction side of mutation also allows me to look into the interesting aspect of using animals for military purposes and how over the years we have genetically engineered different breeds of animals for our own benefits.
Genetic Engineering
Genetic Engineering is the deliberate modification of an organism's genetical code usually done by transferring beneficial genes from one one species to another in order to possibly further improve the said species health and quality of life, to advance human health, enhance the food production, reduce environmental impact, etc.
Engineering for Food
The usual animals that are genetically altered for food are:
PIGS- for better, fattier meat, to eliminate the presence of alpha-gal (a type of sugar found in cosmetics and medication and to which some people are allergic to), improvement in fertility, providing hosts for human organs, etc.
CATTLE- better fertility, higher milk production and better quality, shorter and slicker coats for withstanding hot weather (which could increase the quality and quantity of meat and fat since cattle that aren't stressed from heat might eat more and pack more weight), etc.
CHICKENS- genetically modifying eggs to be bigger and in some cases researchers have genetically modified chickens to lay eggs that contain certain drugs useful for combating arthritis and certain cancers, etc.
SHEEP-to improve wool growth rate, better meat, improved disease resistance, improving breeding, pharmaceuticals in milk, hosts for the growth of human organs, etc.
Apparently Several biotech companies are genetically engineering pigs and sheep to make their organs more compatible with the human body. These organs could then be used for transplants.
The first pig heart transplant was done on David Bennett. The 57 year old man with a terminal hearth disease received the genetically modified and lived 61 days with the new heart.
The Vacanti Mouse
Another science experiment that ended strangely was the Vacanti Mouse. The laboratory mouse was created by the Vacanti mouse in an attempt for the scientists to better understand how to grow body part in humans using their own skin and cartilage.
The "ear" was actually an ear-shaped cartilage structure grown by seeding cow cartilage cells into biodegradable ear-shaped mold and then implanted under the skin of the mouse, with an external ear-shaped splint to maintain the desired shape. Then the cartilage naturally grew by itself within the restricted shape and size.
Poisonous Cabbage
Scientists wanted to find a way to limit pesticide use while still preventing caterpillar from damaging cabbage crops. So, they used the gene that makes poison in scorpion tails and looked for ways to combine it with cabbage.
This was supposed to be modified in a way that it still remained poisonous for insects but nor harmful for humans whatsoever.
Spider-Silk in Goats
It is said that spider-silk is one of the most valuable materials in nature due to being more elastic than rubber and 5 times stronger than steel, and so it can be used for a lot of products such as bulletproof armour, violin strings, medical bandages, optical fiber cables , extravagant clothing, parachute cords and even artificial ligaments.
To make it possible to produce a similar, web-like material on a commercial scale, they decided to insert a spider's silk gene into a goat's DNA in such a way that the goats would make the silk protein in their milk.
Selective Breeding
Artificial modification has always been seen as an unethical way for humans to ''play God'' and change nature for their own consumption and benefits. However, the less spoken-off nature mistakes we have made and not really think about can be found in dog selective breeding.
The Dachshund
The ''sausage Dog'' as it is also known, was originally bred for hunting small animals that live in long narrow burrows.
Centuries ago it used to have a shorter torso and slightly longer legs, however, over the more recent years, it has been selectively bred to have an even longer torso and even shorter legs for aesthetic purposes. These resulted in a lot of health problems with the worst one being intervertebral disc disease. They have been bred in such a way that their legs just can't support their long spine, leading to a full 25% of Daschunds born will fall prey to the ravages of spinal disc maladies.
The Pug
In ancient times, pugs were bred to be companions for ruling families in China. The pet pugs were highly valued by Chinese Emperors, and the royal dogs were kept in luxury and guarded by soldiers.
Before, their bodies used to be leaner, their legs longer and their faces less flat and still resembling a muzzle. Humans have over bred these dogs for the simple reason of trying to make them more adorable-looking, which instead resulted in the dog breed with the most health problems. Eye, ear and skin infections and severe breathing problems are only some of them.
The Bull Terrier
The Bull Terrier was originally bred as a combat dog, utilised in the sport of dog fighting and other popular blood sports during the Victorian era. Due to being bred from the mixing terriers and bulldogs, this resulted in a dog with very wide jaws, long downwards snouts, chunky, less curved bodies and small eyes.
These dogs are prone to a lot health issues such as heart disease, deafness, eye disorders and kidney diseases and are also considered one of the more unattractive dog breeds due to their ''egg-shaped'' heads sloping down into a Roman nose and small eyes.
Animals Used for Military Purposes
Over the course of History, many animal breeds were used as weapons in wars and treated as disposable objects with only one primary purpose .
Camels
During the Muslim conquest of Syria, camels were used as mobile water tanks. They were forced to drink as much water as possible with their mouths being then strapped shut to prevent cud chewing, and then would be killed en route for the water in their stomachs.
Sometimes they would also be loaded with explosives and released in the combat zone to be detonated.
Dolphins and Sea Lions
Dolphins and Sea Lions would be trained by the US NMMP to attach floatation devices to the air thanks of enemy divers.
Sometimes Sea Lions would also be trained to locate and recover military hardware as well as crash victims at sea. This resulted all dolphins tat would venture in the enemy zones being killed by the troops since they couldn't difference between them.
Birds
A lot of bird species were used for attacking drones, sending messages, detonating bombs, signalling incoming enemy aircraft etc.
Infectious Fleas and Flies
Japan used insects as weapons in World War Two in order to infect China with cholera and plague. Japanese air planes sprayed fleas and flies or dropped them inside bombs over heavily populated areas. In 2002 an international symposium of historians found that these operations resulted in around 440,000 Chinese deaths.
Humanity's Problem
It is both intriguing and unfortunate to see how over the years humanity did not learn from it's mistakes and will exploit everything the earth has to offer from the living organisms to the unliving. Humanity has always claimed that all the horrible things they have done over the years were for the grater good and so became blind and unaware of the effects these decisions have on other species and the overall ecosystem.
I have discovered that a lot of people are against the idea of one of their deceased ones to be a donor due to the process of preserving the organs until they are removed.
Donors are put on artificial respiration to keep their heart beating, so that oxygen-rich blood continues to circulate through their body.
A lot of people see this as basically keeping the body alive and it is hard for families and people that were close to the deceased person to leave them alone while their heart is still beating, even though it is entirely artificial.
It is interesting to see the amount of self awareness we have for our own well-being and the ones we are closest to but usually decide to fully ignore what happens outside of our buble.
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PE STRETCH FILMS TYPES AND APPLICATIONS
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Stretch Films are different from Cling Films:
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