#* ♱ out of vengeance .

[ymirgel]

alright, i'm confident enough. like for a starter !! no cap.

[punkmacabre]

sHe'S aLLlIvveEE

[vilereign]

"This is only a minor setback. Better yet, only to be expected as one of the queens of Olympus."

Amphitrite is a show-woman, the formerly mortal Persephone of Carthage knew this too unfortunately well. Never could she ever think of trying to decipher what truly went on between the not-so-lovey-dovey couple. Could her own husband try? Well, he could. That doesn't guarantee that he'd be correct, Amphitrite always says.

"Once you recognize what you have inside you, a small piece of you goes mad." She slowly drifts towards her, like mist, like violent seduction without the intention to arouse. "And when you become completely bathed with unrivalled rage," Frail hands softly touch Persephone's cheeks as Amphitrite breathes,

"Vengeance will become yours."

With a heart of pure gold, Persephone tries to see the grieving woman. Even with what little she knows of how they acted around each other, she knows that Poseidon would terribly hate seeing her like this.

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"Always so pretentious. You already have the adoration of our people here as queen, yet your mind games always have to extend to those who don't even know how to play, (or the fact that they're even playing.)" He says, combing his hand slowly through the tides of the ends of her hair.

To his dismay, his goddess only replies, "That is the appeal of my activities, no living human shall ever know what i'm thinking, and why. But if it's at your request, I may tell you only a single word—two more if I feel generous." Again, never a complete answer or explanation. Everything remains smoke and mirrors. A soft smile on her face warms his hidden heart though, as she plucks off the petals of a flower.

—

Persephone makes an attempt to challenge this madness, in hopes that she could prevent a drastic decision. "Please," Part of her voice quakes, but her expression remains strong. The two have lived vastly different experiences before ascending to Olympus, yet her entirety knows how to try and see what's tormenting the others around her deep down. "We know that it might not bring him back, but we can still try to put an end to this before it winds up killing more of our kin."

Amphitrite's hands slowly drop away from her face. In a low whisper, she utters, "I don't think I could care less about any more of our family members dying if it means I could deprive those scummy fools of any hope left in their eyes." It's true, Amphitrite truly did not care about any of their in-laws, because that's all they really are to her. In fact, she was about to strangle Kojiro to death after the third bout, only being stopped upon Hades and Zeus' demands. But what did she care about them? Nothing.

The goddess leaves the room, leaving a trail of water droplets on the floor as a result of her hair. They will pay for what they've done, and cheering as it happened. Persephone's stomach churns. Amphitrite places her hands over her own as she walks through the empty halls of her shared palace.

What would these children be to do without a father and a mother?

[black-cat-luck]

Can you do dick and Bruce father son activities

I sure can!!

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𖥔 Dick being Bruce’s first ward (son) means there was a lot of awkwardness at first. Bruce took him in because he saw himself in the young boy after the accident, and when Dick was hellbent on vengeance, Bruce wanted to make sure he didn’t go down the wrong path; he wanted to lead the boy to a better life. But, Dick was still just 9, and he had a whole childhood ahead of him.

𖥔 Bruce wasn’t ready to have to be a parent, to have the birds and the bees talk; to make sure Dick knew not to get peer pressured or let anyone walk over him. So when Dick is almost eleven, he’s changing out of his Robin suit as he looks at Bruce, who’s changing out of the Batman suit. “Can we go to Disneyland?” He asks, and Bruce furrows his eyebrows; looking at him. “What?” He asks, genuinely startled by the question. “I dunno, my birthdays kinda coming up and I’ve been wanting to go, and you’re like, super rich.” Dick says with a shrug as Bruce continues to just stare at him, cogs turning as he blinks. “Yeah, we can.” He answers, and Dick beams a bright smile, skipping away happily. Bruce just watched him punch a burglar in the face and laugh at him for crying, but Bruce has a tendency to forget that Dick is not just Robin, he’s still a little boy.

𖥔 They have a blast. Bruce takes them to Disneyworld, and a few other parks and attractions, spending a few days just experiencing it, and enjoying their time. Dick tells him multiple times how grateful he is, and still talks about it even as they get older. He cherishes their time together.

𖥔 Dick breaks a few chandeliers. It’s not his fault, he’s been getting antsy, and how is an acrobat supposed to just sit still? Bruce has an unused ballroom in the manor redesigned, with professional equipment installed. Every type of rope, trapeze, and safety mats are all readily accessible for Dick. The last few chandeliers survive, and Dick spends every free moment in there. Bruce often watches him under the guise of “coming to bring lunch, but not wanting to disturb him.” Dick tries to get Bruce to join him a few times, saying he’ll show him all his tricks, but Bruce is not a fan, and prefers his feet planted on ground, so he just sits there watching Dick, both of them with a smile on their faces.

𖥔 Dick was a fan of baseball, so he occasionally makes Bruce play with him. It’s a bit too father-son, throwing a ball back and forth, it makes Bruce’s chest tight, but Dick is happy, so he doesn’t voice his nerves. Bruce is barely twenty three now, he wasn’t ready to become a father. He thought he was just doing Dick a favor, but when the little boy gets distracted, and the baseball makes his noise bleed, Bruce shushes his cries, and wipes up the blood; promising you’re okay, I’m here, I’ve got you.

𖥔 Dick is extremely compassionate. More so than Bruce has ever seen in someone. He joins Bruce to many things as the billionaires new ward, and the charity events, and volunteering makes him feel better, makes him feel like he really is making a difference. But then he sees crime scenes, places they were too late to, dead children. Some even younger than he is. He wants all the pain and suffering in the world to just go away, but he doesn’t know how to make it, he’s not strong enough to get rid of it all. So Bruce starts wrapping him in blankets and putting on children’s movies.

𖥔 Dick is adamant that he’s fine, he just got a little sad, he’ll get over it, but this movie about a rat that can cook really is interesting, so he gives in. Bruce doesn’t leave him, whether it’s fear over the boys mental state, or just enjoying sitting with his son and letting him eat popcorn out of his hand so he doesn’t have to break free of his blanket burrito, Bruce isn’t too sure, but he enjoys it regardless, and he’s not going to leave his side. He makes sure Dick is covered up and not in a position that will hurt his neck. He turns off the tv and presses a soft kiss to his temple. “Goodnight.” “Goodnight dad.”

𖥔 Dick likes to paint. He never takes it too seriously, but he’ll still find himself in the garden, trying to match the shades of the flowers as accurately as he can. Bruce joins him, they don’t say anything, they swap brushes and squirt out new paint for one another, listening to the birds chirp, looking at the beauty all around them. Dick’s painting is just of a few flowers, some grass underneath it. Bruce’s is a lot more detailed, a lot more beautiful. It’s the garden in its entirety, and there’s a little red bird sitting on a flower. It’s a Robin. Dick keeps that painting in his bedroom. Bruce keeps Dick’s painting in his office.

𖥔 They learn a lot of things together when it’s just the two of them, they face a lot of emotions when they’re both living their first lives, and are struggling to figure it all out together. Dick doesn’t want to end up like Bruce, Bruce doesn’t want Dick to end up like him. Dick sees himself in Bruce and it terrifies him. Bruce still sees Dick as a nine year old boy even when they’re eye level now. Dick finds that painting from all those years ago when he’s unpacking in Blüdhaven. He didn’t want to pack everything up and leave that manor an empty husk of what his life was, but after all the screaming and fighting he had to. He couldn’t take it anymore. He hangs the painting above his bed. He crawls under his covers, wrapped up like a burrito, and watches a little rat cook to get everything off his mind. Bruce had never been a father before. Dick had never been a son of Bruce’s before. They had to figure it out together, and right now meant being apart, but Dick knew he would find his way back home, they still had a lot of growing up left to do together.

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I know this was written differently than Jason’s was but it had to be, Dick was Bruce’s first son, they had to figure life out together, and it’s a bitter but sweet thing for both of them. I hope you enjoyed, thank you so much for the request. ᡣ𐭩

[batcvntry]

zacky vengeance x ftm!reader [one hundred sleepless nights]

rating| general

word count| 1,199

warnings| Fluff, Kissing

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You wake up in a still dark room, reaching out to the other side of the bed and you feel that it is cold. Zacky must have not been able to sleep, again. You get out of bed as you rub sleep out of your eyes, the least you could do is keep him company, even if you will probably fall asleep next to him. As you walk down the stairs you can hear the soft strumming of a guitar, a small smile pulls on your lips. Whenever he couldn’t sleep he would go to the basement and practice on his acoustic guitar so he didn't disturb you.

You grab a sprite from the fridge, it is for Zacky but you know that you will steal a few sips. As you get closer to basement stairs you hear him curse softly before restarting whatever song he is practicing. You softly pad down the basement stairs, not wanting to disturb his concentration. He hums softly as he bobs his head softly. You stop on the last step, leaning against the wall as you watch him. He very softly starts singing a song that you have never heard before,

“Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost. It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over.” Your heart burns in your chest for the love that you feel for him. Everytime you hear him sing, you fall in love all over again.

“I see my vision burn, I feel my memories fade with time. But I'm too young to worry. These streets we travel on, will undergo our same lost past. I found you here, now please just stay for a while. I can move on with you around. I hand you my mortal life, but will it be forever? I'd do anything for a smile. Holding you 'til our time is done. We both know the day will come. But I don't want to leave you.”

You listen as he starts humming again, you guess the band haven’t figured out all of the lyrics yet. Pushing off the wall, you make your way to the couch. You gently kiss Zacky’s forehead and he looks up from his guitar with a small smile on his face. He carefully puts his guitar to the side, pulling you onto his lap. Your tired face breaks out with a smile as you rest your free hand on his chest.

“Brought you a sprite.” He smiles, carefully taking the sprite and putting it to the side so he can hold both of your hips. “Practicing a new song?”

“You heard?” He blushes lightly. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck so you can thread your fingers through his hair.

“You sound amazing, baby.” His blush only darkens and he hides his face in your neck. You don’t understand how he could play and sing on stage for hundreds of fans but having you, his boyfriend, hear him singing is still embarrassing to him. You gently play with his hair, giggling softly at his reaction. “It sounds like a sweet song too.”

“I can sing you more if you want.” He mumbles into your neck. Your face lights up, even if he was a little embarrassed about you listening to him sing he still offered, that’s your sweet Zacky.

“Please.” He moves his head away from your neck, nodding softly. You lean down and softly kiss his lips, “Thank you, Zee.”

He pats your ass softly, a silent signal for you to get off of his lap. You slide off of his lap, getting comfortable on the couch next to him. He picks up his guitar again, strumming a few random chords before practicing the song's chords a few times as he hums softly. Zacky looks up from his guitar as he gets comfortable with the chords, his eyes set on you.

“So, what if I never hold you, yeah. Or kiss your lips again? Woah, so I never want to leave you. And the memories of us to see I beg don't leave me. Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost. It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over.” His slightly gravelly, tired voice is the sweetest thing that you have ever heard. The lyrics float around your mind, you wonder which one of the boys wrote this part of the song. You don’t know if they want this song to be a love song but to you it is, even though you have only heard four verses. He hums mumbled lyrics under his breath, looking at you with complete love.

You reach your hand out to touch his knee, smiling softly at your lover. He slowly stops strumming his guitar, blushing lightly as he glances down at your hand. He once again puts his guitar to the side, putting his hand on top of yours. You lean closer to him, your eyes sparkling with love. He closes the gap between you, kissing your lips softly. You happily kiss back, melting against him. He cups your cheek with his other hand, the callous on his fingers comfort you even more. You pull away from the kiss, keeping your faces close together.

“It sounds so fucking good, babe. You sound so good.” A light blush returns to his cheeks but he smiles softly at you. “Mind if I stay down here while you practice?”

“How about I sing you the lyrics we have down in bed? I know you are tired, besides I think I can fall asleep again now.” You nod softly. Standing from the couch you pull Zacky up by your still connected hands, he gladly follows you as you lead the way up the stairs. You don’t even feel too tired but you know that once you are in bed, cuddled into Zacky it will be a different story. Your dog, Valeri wakes up and follows you and Zacky up to your bedroom. Zacky gets into bed first, situating himself in the middle. He lifts up the covers and you crawl into bed, cuddling into his side with your head resting on his chest. Valeri hops up on the bed, curling up near your feet.

Zacky gently starts running his fingers through your hair, smiling softly down at you. You wrap your arm around his chest, snuggling impossibly closer to him. Your eyes start to droop and you don’t fight it, knowing that you need the rest. Zacky starts softly singing the song that he was singing in the basement, humming the tune to song for the lyrics that the band hasn’t perfected yet. Between the soothing sound of his voice, the warmth of his body, and your own exhaustion you feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep. Zacky doesn’t stop singing until he reaches the end of the song even though you are fast asleep by now.

“Goodnight, angel. I love you.” He kisses the top of your head. Zacky settles into bed himself, letting your soft breathing soothe him. He doesn’t even realize that his eyes are closed or that he is curling around you protectively.

[ourolite2]

　　　　　　 ༅ 𝒞irce 𝒴ué'li 𐙚 ˙

♱ all sobriquets + pseudonyms. ࿓ fang/master yuè’li ( legendary title + formal title ), circo/mr. circo ( playful + respectful, via yashmi ), sir ( his dogs + formal others ), sir circe/ sir yuè’li ( formalities/commonly respectful ).

ᰍ overall notables. plays an electric guitar (named it delune). has a bloodhound named babydoll and a doberman named yìzé. works as a part-time music teacher for 2nd - 3rd graders. asanbosam’s (the type of vampire he is) are more agile in trees and high places, so he’s kind of clumsy otherwise. often recommends products (notably the brand anzhong, originated by an upcoming oc of neso’s), random cleaning tips, or even seasonings. considers calling off of work a lot, though he knows if he does they’re bound to fire him this time. circe also doesn’t socialize too much, and he’s very territorial about his cottage (and so is yìzé— wonder where he gets that from). he’s a little too territorial actually, seeing as circe usually sucks the blood of/eats any trespassers that ignore his precaution signs. he does so by jumping down from the roof of the cottage or a tree and pinning them. (even friends get tackled if they don’t give him a heads up that they’re on the way!) ᰍ standard physical facts. 6'3. retractable wings with a 20 foot span, which are black and grey with red, pink and silver undertones, and retractable iron hooks for feet. tips of his hair turn auburn when he’s experiencing intense emotions. always smells like anzhong products- particularly colognes. has a chinese tattoo on his inner forearm that translates to damu héxián qín. his nails are painted black, but they get chipped easily because he’s really hands-on daily. lastly, he has a deep, relaxed and very distinctive voice which can be heard here!

დ genshin au notables! n/a ( temporarily ). დ spider-verse au notables! n/a ( temporarily ). დ jujutsu kaisen au notables! n/a ( temporarily ).

ᰍ age appearance. twenty-five ( 25 ). ᰍ birthday. may 9th. ᰍ nationality, race, + ethnicity. ( varies per au ), asanbosam, + senegalese and chinese. ᰍ gender, prns, + sexuality. male (amab), he/him, + omnisexual.

ᰍ sun sign. taurus. ᰍ MBTI. istp-a, the assertive virtuoso.

ᰍ likes. his electric guitar (delune— yes, he named her); playing the guitar is considered his biggest hobby, adoration and talent. his old doberman, yìzé, and his bloodhound babydoll. his cottage. alone time. blood oranges. ironically, loves garlic bread + garlic based dishes (especially pasta). scaring trespassers, or making his friends jump with jump-scares and shoulder-taps for a good laugh. coal black, wine red, and sometimes pink! strawberry icecream. philosophy and sacred music, especially within the selenian race. feminism. boots. silver jewelry. having his hands in aesthetically pleasing positions (pockets, behind his head while laying down,arms crossed, etc). anzhong products. people who use manners. sweethearts, but especially male sweeties (he just wants to pinch their cheeks ugh). MOTHAFUCKING INDIGO! <;3 ᰍ dislikes. random space invaders/leeches. too many home guests (or any really). yellow. stalkers/yanderes/yandere-coded people (specifically when targeted at him). pushy people. paranoia, pessimism + assumptions. difficult/slow learners (as a music teacher he struggles with younger kids that don’t process so easily). jellies and jams. the taste of vanilla. misogyny and misandry. bad hair days. getting stuff under his nails, especially when freshly done. vengeance, gossip + untrustworthiness. cooking for people, especially when there’s a lot of em’— no, even worse if they’re too picky.. bicycling. hot, summer days. being caught in the rain without a stylish umbrella. loud noises. dogs that bark too much.

･ﾟﾟ❥ quotes.

After It Rains ୨୧ “Jeez, what a mud bath. *Looks at his dogs.* Glad you two are out of your piglet puppy days heh heh. Guys? *Theyre walking away from him and he’s holding back laughter.* Was it something I said? Come ahhnn! I’m saying you liked the mud!”

About Jihane ୨୧ “The last time we spoke she foretold that my aura was yellow indefinitely. She was wrong. .. It’s red. *Looks off at something in the distance and pauses.* I’m not delusional.”

About Circe: Signature Dish ୨୧ “Nah. That’s a myth, just a little misconception. I use garlic in a lot of my dishes, especially pasta. The best kind I’ve tried thus far? Cherub Sin, easily. It’s a faultless dish. I personally believe the best noodle for any garlic and parmesan pasta is angel hair, and that dish recognizes it perfectly.”

Good Night ୨୧ “Hm.. Remember the night routine I showed you. Ice. Your. Face. Top priority, right? Alright then, and I bid you goodnight. *Nods off salute-like with two fingers and walks away.*”

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Crossroad ♱ Prologue

Please turn on chat boxes.

Location: Repayment Festival

Season: Spring, the following year

Rei: ……

Kuro: Haha. You’re wearin’ a pretty scary face there, Sakuma.

Guess it’s ‘cause you’re gettin’ down to business this time around, huh?

Rei: How vexing to hear Kiryuu-kun say that I have a scary face… But that is incorrect—I simply have no clue when Doggie intends to barge in, so I’m standing at the ready.

We’ve proclaimed ourselves to be DEADMANZ and caused havoc at the Repayment Festival—We have surely gotten under Doggie's skin.

I imagine that right now, he’s seething with rage as he hunts us down.

Like a lost puppy… no, I would liken him to a faithful dog who seeks vengeance after being hurt by his master.

As a matter of fact, I would be in quite the bind if he neglected to pummel me the second he spotted me. Should he refrain, those same events shall transpire.

Pardon, allow me to rephrase that. We cannot afford to repeat the past, now that the time has come for us to graduate.

Everyone wishes to tie up their loose ends before they go, correct?

To be a sufficiently formidable foe, one must bear an imposing presence.

Kuro: So you’re callin’ it a real fight, eh? Not too shabby.

We’ve made it this far with Kanzaki on good terms n’ all, but we probably shoulda gone at each other seriously at least once.

Rei: Kukuku. If you raise your child to be too well-behaved, you will find it more difficult for you to let go of them than it is for them to let go of you. And yet, it is a necessary part of life.

So that we will carry no regrets in our hearts—we must become a pack of man-eating demons.

Kuro: I dunno, ain’tcha just causin’ trouble for them brats? Though I guess it’s better to give ‘em the memory of a big fight instead of walkin’ away without a word.

Keito: ………

Kuro: Hm? Danna, you’ve been quiet for a while now. What’s the matter with ya? Tryin’ to act like some serious model student after all this time?

You're the one who decided we'd end this all with a flashy riot or whatever. I'm just here to watch it all go down. We can’t really make a move ‘til you do.

Keito: ...I’m aware. I’m deep in thought right now, so be quiet, Kiryuu.

Kuro: Haha. Do I ever shut up when ya tell me to?

Dunno whyyy you’re bein' a buzzkill, but my guess is you’re just stressin’ too much.

Ain’tcha the one who kept saying over n’ over that Kanzaki’s the kinda guy that can do this if he gave it his all?

‘Sides, the Repayment Festival’s supposed to be a casual event for us third-years. You should just treat it like a festival n’ enjoy yourself. Ain’t that right Sakuma?

Rei: Mhm. You're quite reliable, Kiryuu-kun; I can see why Hasumi-kun chose to keep you at his side. Your outsides are fairly unrefined, yet you are actually quite considerate underneath.

It sure was worth it to reach through the flames to retrieve him, was it not… Hasumi-kun ♪

Rei: But you shouldn't rely upon him; it makes you seem like a spoiled child. Your hands created DEADMANZ, so it shall be yours that carry it to the very end... not his.

Kuro: Hey, not that it matters or anything but like, why DEADMANZ?

Keito: It’s currently inactive, which means it was easy to mobilize right away.

DEADMANZ currently only exists on paper, and Sakuma and I were once part of it.

It's perfect for causing a stir at the Repayment Festival, picking fights with the kids as a potential threat… no, as their enemy. That's why, Kiryuu.

We didn’t have the luxury of creating a new unit, and if we did go through the procedures, it’s likely Eichi and our underclassmen would have caught on.

Everything had to remain behind closed doors until now for us to proceed with our plan.

Kuro: That’s not what I meant, I’m talkin’ about the name.

The hell do you mean by "DEADMANZ"…?

I ain’t a great student so I don’t know for sure, but when you make DEADMAN plural shouldn’t ya make it DEADMEN?

Y’know, kinda like X-MEN.

Rei: Do you enjoy comics, Kiryuu-kun? Hasumi-kun does tend to lend out manga and the like to anyone who will give him the time of day, so I understand.

Why do otaku search for like-minded individuals? Could it be that they’re trying to increase their amount of devotees?

Keito: …Don’t think too much about the name. It has a sentimental story, so it’s embarrassing to reminisce on just before graduation.

Enough to make me consider going through the process to change it now.

More importantly, Hakaze just got in touch with mee. It seems he’s located Kanzaki.

We must head over there immediately, Kiryuu. ...Can you handle matters here, Sakuma-san? [1]

Rei: Of course. However, it is hardly a unit if only one person stands upon the stage, so could you call Kaoru-kun back here?

I wonder where he is and what he’s up to right about now. Even in the end, he is impossible to predict.

Kukuku. To think that such a frivolous and flippant young man would encroach so deeply upon my life…

I’d have never expected such a thing in the past. This is why life is so much fun.

Even I am beginning to feel life pulse through my veins once more. As a matter of fact, the name DEADMANZ is terribly unbefitting of me ♪

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jp proofing: ciel and Mel eng proofing: ciel

Keito refers to Rei as Sakuma-san throughout second year (and in every story written before crossroad was released, using “Sakuma” in most stories written afterwards, likely due to a retcon of sorts), so this being in quotes is showing it is currently odd for keito to use. The honorific “-san” is respectful, used in formal settings between acquaintances.

[ymirgel]

I’m so taking this to work

[ymirgel]

icons to be made eventually. for now, like this post & ymir will invade your inbox.

[ymirgel]

Like this post & Ymir will TRY to give you a gift. she’s not creative, but it will derive from something your muse has expressed wanting for in the past.

[ymirgel]

❝ by my steel shall i promise safeguard for the unliving sworn under my care; my duties shall i 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭. rites will i exercise 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, sermons i will 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞, and death knells will i 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 in opening and in closing ceremonies. my blade lies wholly to the mourn watcher's cause. ❞ — rook of the mourn watch. dragon age. mutuals only.

[ymirgel]

I was curious what the dialogue would be. emmrich????? Sir??? Explain yourself

[ymirgel]

also can we talk about THIS??? how he decorated this single table and later on mentions how he was worried ' [he] lost [his] touch ' ??? My good man you are diminishing your ability to create an aesthetically-pleasing dinner date, this far exceeds the expectations from somebody if not a Mourn Watcher themselves. For Ymir? She bore no expectations. She's a woman of simplicity (hence why she appeared in armour & not in casual wear).

[ymirgel]

sir maybe you should have used your gloved hand instead.

[ymirgel]

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

wha- but im barely on here enough as it is. normally i worry when i send these i feel like i am pestering ppl by filling up their inboxes, so i'll tag the muns instead; @mournwatchingprofessor //. @postmortiem //. @kuratm //. @rotdame //. @erobret //. @bldrdsh //. @totyranny //. @deathsmentor //. @5thtalon //. @hemerasiae

[ymirgel]

“Emmrich stop yelling out terms of endearment in the middle of combat” challenge go. your party tank can’t hold aggro when you do that. her visibly flustered and shaken from embarrassment is making her taunt the mob less.