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[unsoundnovel]

card of keys. sender picks a lock to help the receiver escape. //for iron bull~

"You're embarrassing me in front of my men," The Bull tuts, voice rough as it is warm, a secondhand worn leather belt around the waist with pock marks from age and use, inviting even as he admonishes her and them both. And yet he leans his forehead gentle, near reverent against the bars of the cage anyway, idly watches her fingers twirl and poke the lockpick into the key. They almost blur, how many fingers does she have, a dark orange nickelodeon in the light, five cents for five little moving pictures layered on top of each other, swirling. Five, four, seven, nine, ten? What a shitty spy The Iron Bull makes. His people weep, he smiles deeper and drunker, grey cheeks creasing further still, both a cat and curdled cream at the thought.

The bars are moist with dew and sweat and cool to the touch against the low, damp heat of the torches on the wall. It was a beautiful, raucous summer night, when they were all arrested for indecency. He can still hear the crickets, still hear the echoes of the Whistle’s music and stomping boots and his own loud crooning in wicked foreign tongues in the insects' loud leg violining calling them outside. Bull's chest is soft and relaxed as he slouches forward. His skin only pricks awake when he gently hefts his whole weight in her direction, his perpetual lazy swagger. It's a gesture that shows more exhaustion than he feels. But he always feels tired. He's not half the man he used to be, anymore.

"We had a plan, you know."

Drunken Chargers peek open an eye from under or over their arms on the ground. Some have formed a neat, ritual-sacrifice circle star of heads on thighs or ale-round stomachs. Others just slump back, dead to the world as they snore and slurp wet drool spittle down flushed cheeks, backs against the wall, feet splayed in front, heads somewhere vaguely in the messy dreamland in between.

"Cell's cheaper than an inn. Some of em smell better, too."

Bull scratches the tip of his horn against the metal bars like an antler against tree bark, a blade against whetstone, his eye flickering over to the real target, here, a Tal-Vashoth "mercenary" who knows too much.

The young man, no more than twenty, with big, soft, wet eyes, and scarred and mangled flesh around his broken horn nubs, looks at him, wide-eyed with fear, his top-skinny arms around his trembling knees, shaking, the silent hiccups down the streak of tears making him seem to jolt and reverb like popcorn popped. He pissed himself hours ago, and he reeks of that and anxiety sweat. Of course, that smell could just be one of The Chargers. They could all use a good bath after all this.

When the kid blinks, its like flinching, like he's slapping himself to stay awake, and the tears just keep flowing, silent wave after silent wave that could make the ocean jealous in their grey eternity. Bull wonders if the kid wants to be dead. Bull wonders if he wants to kill him. But that's a story for the morning.

The Bull sticks a finger out between the bars. He hasn't decided if he wants to leave yet. This makes their plan a little messy. It'd be easier just to tell her to leave, that they planned to leave on their own time after….

His finger puckers towards the boy, a sour lemon squeeze. "You gonna help my little buddy out, too?" He grins at him.

The kid gasps and kicks himself, squirming, crawling to the back of the cell.

There is…. Probably more afoot here than the ex-warden commander knows.

Things just got a lot more complicated for them both.

[iedistis]

Those dim, early morning dreams

[astrariums]

DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD

[leopardmuffinxo]

Lace Harding | Dragon Age: The Veilguard – Get to Know Your Companions

[abyssal-ilk]

something something the body of the inquisitor responds to the anchor as if it is an infection and attempts to treat it by burning it out through fevers, sweating it out, purging, even bleeding it out. and for mage inquisitors it interferes with their magic, potentially causing seizures as the anchor causes misfires. not to mention nerve damage going up the inquisitor's arm and spreading as the anchor continues to spread, muscle stiffness, ect.

aka guess who's writing that fic with dorian and vivienne i said i'd write >:). anyone have any anchor headcanons they want to share? give em to me 🖐

[14dayswithyou]

no way you dropped the biggest river lore in the tags and moved on like it was nothing 😭 can i ask if this is still your intentions with him? bc it sounds like you changed your mind halfway 🤔

im ngl though i really enjoy how ren and river are similar and different to each other, but does that mean river would hurt his angel but leave our friends alone the same way ren would never hurt his angel but would unalive all of our friends? since they're suppose to be each other opposites. i really hope this makes sense 😬 my final question is what is ren doing on thursday? i want to go on a cute pier date again 🩷🌸

@secretkoa asked: and can i hear more about what unsent memory is suppose to be about or is that off limits? idk if i asked this in my previous question so ignore me if i did! thank yuo and remember to drink lots of water 🐸🌱

⌞♥⌝ For those who haven't seen the original post, I want to quickly clarify once more that while River was originally my OC, he's since been picked up and revamped by my friend Jesse/@unsentmemory!!

However, now that Jesse has stepped away from the yandere community, River's fate (and da fate of Unsent Memories) has kinda been put on the sidelines for the foreseeable future.

‼️ Massive Unsent Memories and River spoilers under the cut ‼️ CW for: mentions of gore, torture, mutilation, self-harm, etc.

With all of that being said, yes, Jesse's original intention for River was for him to be your standard "serial killer-turned-yandere once he accidentally catches feelings for his latest victim (Bunny)". The only main difference is that I originally planned for River to be a generic murderer first, whereas Jesse had him become a yandere right off the bat.

You also asked to know more about Unsent Memories, and I think giving a general synopsis(?) would be fine?? ^^ But basically... After getting involved in a car accident, Bunny wakes up with amnesia and gets tricked into thinking that this random guy — whom they've never met before — is their loving, supportive boyfriend named River. In turn, he convinces Bunny that staying in their shared home would be more beneficial than staying in the hospital as it might rekindle some old memories, he'd be able to take care of them, and it would be easier for them to recover at their own pace. But surprise!! River is actually a frequent patron at the Murderer Motel™ and now has trapped Bunny in his Torture Basement®!!! <3 He also maaaay or may not've been the one who hit them with Ren's car as well... ^^ Oopsie daisy hehe

And yeah!! Similar to what you've said, River was also supposed to share (somewhat of) a narrative foil with Ren!! I personally wanted them both to have similar, complimenting vibes with each other — all while having completely different/separate motives and incentives when it comes to the object of their affection. I'm glad to see it was conveyed well enough; even after Jesse's additions to River's characterisation :3 I know I already shared some examples in the previous tags, but I can share a few more:

Where Ren puts Angel's feelings and opinions above his own, River purposefully ignores Bunny's and does everything for his own personal benefit. Essentially, "I'm doing this for you" vs "I'm doing this for me".

While Ren would never dream about harming Angel in any capacity, he's perfectly happy to kidnap, extort, torture, and kill everyone else... In contrast to River, who's accustomed to torturing and brutalising others for his own twisted enjoyment and sees it as a way to show his interest in Bunny.

Kinda silly how Ren claims to be a freelance programmer (but is actually a hacker) and how River claims to work at a music shop (it's a coverup for his second torture chamber lmaoooo).

[CW: implications of SH] Ren is willing to go as far as mentally and physically hurting himself if Angel asks him to, whereas River is willing to physically mutilate Bunny if it means keeping them by his side. [end CW]

With that being said, you can assume that Ren is easily swayed by Angel's words, opinions, and emotions, whereas River can easily sway and manipulate Bunny due to his own feelings and emotions.

This is something I've actually mentioned before, but Ren always prefers things to be tidy, so he often cleans himself up after disposing of his victims. Compared to River, who casually wears the bloodstains with pride and blames it on getting a bit rough with someone else during a boxing match.

It's no secret that Ren is willing to change every aspect of himself to earn Angel's love, and River is willing to change his serial killer ways to return Bunny's love. Da power of friendship and repressed childhood memories gksdgjh T_T /silly

Ren pretends to be a Normal Guy© with tons of empathy to spare, whereas River pretends to be a Regular Person℗ with the heart of a himbo.

I could go on but you get da point lol

So, yeah!! This is essentially the vibes we had planned for River (and Unsent Memories) before Jesse stepped down /pos ^^ I feel like talking vaguely about UM is fine since River only has a small cameo in 14DWY — and I'm sure that if Jesse ever returns from war (/silly), they'll give River muuuuch more justice than I possibly can :3c

[diminuel]

Give my man back his fur coat. I am holding you at gun point with a watergun.

That luxurious fur coat that is definitely fake fur cause he is an animal lover.

Okay okay okay! Fur coat restored!

But can I also suggest that his previous coat met a tragic fate and this is why he doesn't have any in Windmill Village?

(Either this or Luffy spit on it *lol* Luffy's definitely to blame one way or another.)

[moechies]

spreadin’ ur pussy and butthole for ran-nii and rin-nii because they wanna make sure you’ve been good ‘n untouched :( making their sweet sis cry when they laugh at the way you begin to grow wet and achy at their starin , your mewls for their attention are ignored as they continue to make fun of u </3

[mischefous]

There’s this fic series I read and can’t remember the name of but in the first one I think Warriors passes out because of pain from an old injury and Time catches him and he can’t figure out what’s wrong with him, maybe u could draw something like that for ur whump art request?

first request LETS GOOOOOO! thank you Anon!

hmm, I've read a lot but this one doesn't ring a bell

but I tried to do your description justice! hope you enjoy! i apologize if i completely missed the mark on this one XD

one with the words and without hehe

EDIT! @articuno13 found the fic series this Anon was talking about!!! GO GIB IT HEEEEEAAPS OF LOVE!

[mttonex]

killer dolls and their nonbinary child 😁💖

[kkoct-ik]

painty doodle from earlier this evening

[unsoundnovel]

DORIAN PAVUS: BG3 VERSE.

human necromancer, son to a secret society of bane cultists in waterdeep, who call themselves “the venatori.”

if interested in interacting with this character in this verse, give a like!

dorian’s father was not the leader of the venatori, per se, but he was certainly one of its greatest sponsors. as a child, dorian watched as strange people and creatures from all walks of life came into their estate—and warched, ever more curious and warily, as certain people, the poor chief among them, did not walk out, or walked out… changed. it was an average occurrence, and yet, the older he got, the stranger it seemed.

dorian never knew if his family or his own personal quirks, or superior skill, were the reason other boys decided to fight him. he was shuffled from academy to academy around waterdeep, eventually ending up lonely and in the wrong crowds and company, taking to drinking and sleeping off his stupors off campus grounds—when he met alexei.

alexei took him in and cared for him the way a father would. he was strange, yes, but the good kind of strange, loving to his son and to dorian. he brought out the mad genius in him.

dorian would grow ever more distant from his father, ever more reliant on alexei, as they continued to work on experiments with “time magic.” alexei protected dorian. from his father, from the waterdeep rumor mill, from the cult. but it couldn’t last forever, could it? nothing lasts forever.

six months ago, alexei and felix were captured by the venatori. rather than go back to his father with his tail between his legs, dorian grabbed what remained of their research and set out for baldur’s gate, where dorian believed alexei and felix had been taken.

since then, dorian has been hiding in baldur’s gate—attempting to find their whereabouts, attempting to not kidnapped, you know, normal stuff, nothing major!

or at least, that’s what he WAS doing, before he got scooped up by the nautiloid.

dorian can be recruited outside the tomb. he is engaging in serious debate about the tomb, as he believes it is a culturally relevant site that should be maintained and not plundered. or not plundered so hastily and inexpertly at the very least! unfortunately, he failed a nature check, and is stuck in a precarious situation with some vines. help him out, won’t you?

[iedistis]

"You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing."

Rainer Maria Rilke

[astrariums]

DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD

[leopardmuffinxo]

Meet the Veilguard

[theoldkyokodied]

You know which scene I am basing this on. Also (kisses all the fanfic writers on the mouth) thank you for your service

Bonus:

Edit: DISCLAIMER: Before you decide to watch Re-Animator, make sure to check for content warnings, there is a scene that a lot of people choose to skip!