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secret-smut-sideblog · 10 months ago

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Unpunishable

Astarion x F! Tav

(Girl Talk part 4, can be read alone)

18+ love triangle dynamics, possessiveness, blood drinking, tav being a menace, dom/brat, angry sex, power play, fingering (f!), mild restraint, spanking, spitting, p-in-v, prostate orgasm, some silly fun at the end

After Karlach spent the night with Tav, Astarion is feeling very normal about it. So normal that he needs her in his tent all night. Just to feed, he swears...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

"You can feed from me tonight, if you'd like."

Her words were sweet, alluring. He knew he should express gratefully, but he was tight. Breathing through his nose.

"I'll see you tonight, then." He intoned in his best pantomime of casual.

Pretending he didn't see her emerge from Karlach's tent this morning. That he didn't go back to his tent to scream into his pillow.

Oh gods, no, no. Why had he waited?

Well, he knew. Fate had aligned against him, like it always does. He had planned to tell her, he truly had. But then she had nearly drowned. By his own idiotic actions, to boot.

Some god truly had a vendetta against him, he just wasn't sure which.

He tried to reassure himself, watching her mill around camp, it didn't appear they were together. Yet, anyway. They exchanged sly glances but beyond that their chatter was relatively the same.

Maybe he still had a chance.

Oh who was he kidding, it's Karlach. He's done for.

No. No, he couldn't give up.

Tonight, he had her for tonight.

Watched as her long legs kicked out in front of her as she sat down, leaning conspiratorial to whisper something in Shadowheart's ear. Saw the cleric's cheeks go red.

Feeling his eyes she glanced up, smiling cat-like at him. Pulling her hair over her shoulder. Tipping her head back slightly, beckoning him.

Gods below, he was in over his head.

Her face smeared with a smile, arms coming up. Arcane power pulsing wicked through her. "Umbra!"

Their enemies were swallowed in darkness. A flash of red hair as she dove in. The sounds of thrashing death from the darkness.

He pulled his focus back to the light, firing down on those on the outskirts. Pointedly ignoring the sounds of her viciously tearing into bodies.

He had asked before why she could still see in her spell.

"Ironic, isn't it?" She had laughed, pointing to her demonic eyes. "The blind leading the blind, truly. Well, previously blind. It's the Devil's Sight." Leaning on her hip, flourishing with her fingers. "What can I say, I'm thorough. I intended to never be without sight again, and I meant it."

He knew it went deeper than that, if her reaction to Volo's "help" was any indication.

When he had pulled a needle from his pack she grabbed his wrist tightly. Her normally charismatic eyes tight with icy rage. Sitting up.

"You are not putting that in my eye." Her voice a hiss, grip tightening.

Volo had flinched, endless apologetic words flowing from his mouth.

She had reminded him of their other Drow, Minthara, in that moment. Could see the same cold controlled anger in her. He understood why they were close. Both Drow nobility. Both raised with the same frigid hand.

The more he got to know about her, the deeper the rabbit hole went.

Now, their enemies were felled and he let out a relieved sigh. They had gotten into a powerful rhythm of combat, all knowing their role and executing it well. But that didn't guarantee victory.

She emerged from the dark, absolutely soaked in blood. Shaking the excess off of her blade with a flick of her wrist. Her usually neatly pinned hair falling out of its plaits. Chest huffing with exertion.

Gods below spare him.

"Call off?" She shouted, eyes scanning.

Since she fought almost entirely in darkness, she usually didn't know how the others had fared. So they worked out a system.

"Aye!" Karlach called cheerfully.

"Aye!" Minthara growled, pulling her greataxe out of a body with a grunt.

"Aye!" He called, more breathily than he meant to.

She smiled at him. "Excellent. Good job, all. Though I had no doubts."

"Minthara, check for injuries. Karlach, take account of the dead, throw any scrolls to me. Astarion, help me with this locked chest."

He let out a great sigh, pretending to be put upon.

She leaned into his play, looking at him with great pleading eyes. "Astarion, pleaaase~"

He could never tell her how shockingly effective that was on him.

"Alright, you child. Step aside." She laughed, stepping away with a flourish of her hand.

He crouched down, taking out his tools with sure hands. Beginning his ministrations.

"You know," He jumped at her voice in his ear, her warm body crouched behind his. "You make this look so easy, surely it must be harder?"

He resisted the shiver that sat at the bottom of his spine. Her velvet voice directly in his ear.

Of course she was still drenched in blood. She knew what she was doing, the she-devil.

"I assure you, it's difficult for most." He huffed, focusing back on his work.

"Hmm, do you think I could do it if I practiced?" She murmured, he could hear the smile in her voice. "I've been known to have very nimble fingers."

He nearly dropped his tools. Memories of their first night assaulting his mind. Regained composure.

"I'm sure you'd make a fine locksmith, darling. Now if you don't mind." His voice was snippy, irritation thinly veiling his arousal.

Always teasing him. Gods he wanted to push her against a wall.

Shook his head slightly. No. Less of those thoughts. Focus.

"Oh, you're no fun today." She giggled, rising to feet. He immediately felt the absence of her body.

"Prickly, I'll have to watch that I don't nick myself." At the word nick, she waved her wrist past his face as she passed. Rejoining their companions with a look at him over her shoulder.

Oh he was going to take her apart tonight.

He paced in his tent. So many emotions crashing around inside him. Longing, fear, anger, desire. And the one that surprised him the most; possession. That had been at the forefront of his mind shockingly often.

He wanted her. Badly. And he wanted her to himself.

He had a great fondness in his heart for Karlach but if it came down to it, he wanted it to be him.

Rest assured, he wouldn't go down without a fight, and he didn't fight fairly.

The flap of his tent lifted slightly, her white eyes asking for entry.

"There you are." He purred as she stepped inside.

She tied down the fabric. The universal sign of do not disturb.

Oh?

His dead heart raced a little.

"Well, are we planning for more than a feeding tonight?" He stepped closer, smirking.

She pulled the pins in her hair, kicking off her boots. Shaking her head, her red hair fell and bounced down to the base of her spine. Her eyes cutting up to his.

Hells below it wasn't fair.

"If you play your cards right. Now help me with my armor."

He stepped forward and she turned her back to him. Pulling her hair away for him.. His quick fingers went to work on the buckle on her shoulder.

The smell of her well-oiled leather breastplate, the blood still caught in its creases. The oils in her hair, something sweet. Appleblossom.

"...Are you smelling me?"

He sputtered, heat rushing to his neck. "Certainly not. Gods."

He saw contained laughter in her shoulders as he lifted her breastplate off. She sighed in relief, stretching.

"I don't mind." She turned her head slightly, winking at him. "I'm sure your keen senses tell you a lot. Don't they?"

She stepped back into him, sliding her head into the side of his face.

He leaned in then, giving in completely. Eyes closing, breathing in like she was the most enthralling perfume. If he could bottle it, he would wear it on his wrist.

His hands came up to pull at her hair, nuzzling down into the curve of her neck. A small moan in his throat. Exquisite.

She kicked off the last of her armor, now in her damp underclothes, still sweaty from their fight earlier that day. Her musk coming to swirl into the heady bouquet.

"How do you want me?" She asked, sighing and leaning her head back.

That question send a quick shock of pleasure into his already hard cock.

"Down. Down with me." He pushed on the back of her knees with his own.

She kneeled down with him, straddling around her back. Pressing his erection hard into her lower back. Making his intentions clear.

This was the first time he had taken charge between them and it sent a delicious thrill up his spine.

He bit down into her with a groan. Pulling her into his throat in pulses. Her taste sending his eyes into the back of his head. He would never get used to it.

Her little sighing whimper stroking down his cock.

He latched on harder with a growl, his frustration brought to the surface again. How many times did he have to bite her to make it clear that she was his to the others?

His.

That she felt the need to seek out other bodies. Oh he would make her certain that she needn't do that tonight.

He pulled off with great effort, laving his tongue obscenely up her neck. They had more pressing matters to attend to.

"So I couldn't help but notice," He started, fingers trailing up her arm. "That you spent the night with our sweet Karlach."

"I did." She agreed, pushing her ass back into him cheekily. Subtly moving her hips up and down. "Do you have any feelings about that you'd like to share?"

He expected her to deny it, to get flustered. He should know better by now.

Gods below, he wished he could warn that idiot on the beach that he was about to walk into the vipers' den.

"Feelings?" He intoned, playing up for time.

"Mhm," She hummed, reaching up and playing with his ear. Her skilled hands pulling, the sensitive skin betraying him. He stifled a moan.

"Would you have liked to join?" She smiled, giving a little tug.

The band of frustration snapped inside him. Catching her wrist into his hand.

She gasped and he could smell a new wave of arousal rising from her.

"No. I did not." He growled.

"As a matter of fact," He hissed, pulling her hair in his fist. Her neck bending open to him. "I was not pleased to see that at all."

She moaned, arching her back. "No?" Her voice coming out hot. "Not into sharing?"

He reached around her front. Pulling her chest wrappings off in a harsh flick of his wrist. Falling away into her lap.

"Not even a little, darling." He warned, directly into her ear.

Fingers twisting her peak. "I intend to make you mine."

She shivered, much to his delight.

"Prove it." She hissed, turning her head just enough to look in his eyes. That devilish smile on the edge of her lips.

He shoved the space between her shoulder blades, pushing her face down into his pillow. Hiking her hips up.

She groaned, then laughed. Laughed.

He growled, pulling her underclothes down roughly. His hand snapping hard down on her ass.

She mewled, burying her face in his pillow.

Oh now we're getting somewhere.

He struck the reddening skin again, the crack of his hand hanging in the air. Seeing the wetness start to drip down her cunt.

"You evil little thing." He chided. "Are you going to be good?"

She hooked her legs around his knees, pulling him off balance for fun.

"Hmm, I'll consider it." She mused.

He reached around her front, fingers circling against her clit, other hand pushing two fingers inside her. Fast and angry. She moaned, pushing her hips into him.

"You'll consider it..." He repeated, goading in his voice.

He thought about how she had him in the same position not long ago. Felt a thrill of fresh arousal fire down his cock.

He blurred his hands against her clit, curling his fingers and slamming inside her.

She arched her back up like a cat, her hands held out to balance her curling. Little choppy breaths.

"Astarion," She moaned, nearly whimpering.

Oh that was doing it for him. Pre-cum pooling in his leathers.

"Say my name again, or I stop."

She hit her fist against the ground in frustration, not wanting to give in. He smiled wide. Oh, he could get her to play his game by the rules.

His hands started to slow in warning.

"Astarion!" She whined, incredulous. That same tone when she asked for help earlier.

He started back up again dutifully. Her shooting daggers at him. Giving her a smug preening smile.

She was rocking back into him, sweet little urgent moans pushing out of her. He loved to hear her sing for him. Him and only him.

"Tell me you'll only make these sounds for me." He leaned forward into her ear.

"Is that what you want?" She panted, hand coming up to cup his head.

"Yes." He bit at her ear. Hands punishing.

"Swear it."

She panted, nearly there. The smell of her blood burning with heat.

"I swear. Now fuck me like you hate me."

He groaned, his cock throbbing against her backside. Suddenly remembering that she had never taken a man before. His arousal doubling.

He released his cock from its painful cage. Lining up to her with as much restraint as he could muster.

Planted a hand on her lower back. His cock steadying at her entrance.

"Hold on, darling."

She slammed back, sheathing herself on him to the hilt. He groaned, nearly buckling over.

Gods below, she was going to kill him.

"All out of venom?" She teased.

"Do I need to gag you?" He held her hips harshly, restraining her. Rolling into her at a punishingly slow pace.

"You can try." She moaned, gripping his length. Clenching down around him in pulses. The languid pace making her shake.

He gripped down on her hair again, fisting it at her scalp. Pulling her head back.

Saw her smile, eyes closing in pleasure. Hips meeting his in rhythm. Finally giving in to him.

But he wasn't done with her.

He leaned over her back. "Look at me."

She opened her eyes, those haunting white eyes. Filled with desire for him, pupils blown wide.

"Open your mouth."

She looked surprised but obliged dutifully. Those perfect plush lips falling open.

He spat into her mouth.

He saw her eyes hitch back, clenching down hard around him. Knew her orgasm was close behind.

He said her name sharply as he slammed into her, pulling her hair again. "You look at me while I fuck you through this."

She nodded, swallowing his spit. Face flushed.

Gods now he could barely keep his eyes open.

Her face cringed in what looked like pain. Eyebrows knitting together. Keeping her eyes open with what looked like great effort.

"Oh Gods," She whined, as the first contractions hit.

He focused on keeping pace but it was a futile effort. Her cunt taking him at the rapid pace of her undoing.

He felt his own face screw up in pleasure. Her eyes still locked on his.

Whimpering and begging moans pushing through her. Body shaking against him deeply.

"Please come, Astarion." She urged, her voice so sweet.

He could hold off no longer. Hearing his name said like that again the match striking to the powder keg.

His pelvis contracting in vicious pulses. His body remembering her pleasures had activated his prostate without touch. Those same hard tremors shooting through him. He spilled inside her in unbearable pulses. He bit down on his arm to not scream. Coming so hard he saw stars, and then coming more after that. Unable to maintain eye contact anymore, his rolling back into his head.

"Oh Gods. Fuck." He groaned into the muffle of his bloody arm. The pleasure finally winding down.

She squeezed his thigh reassuringly as she panted, head fallen into the pillow.

He pulled out of her slowly. Groaning at the obscene amount of his spend pouring down her backside.

Gods he didn't know he had that much.

He grabbed a cloth and wiped it away from her. Though he would love to stare at it for hours.

"Oh thank you," She purred tiredly, smiling at him. "What a gentleman."

She sat back on wobbly legs, reaching for her clothes.

He grabbed her wrist.

"What are you doing, darling?"

"Getting dressed." She said simply. Looking at him confused. "Don't worry you'll be free of me soon." She said easily.

Gods below how did she still think he didn't want her.

He pulled her into a searing kiss.

She squeaked in surprise.

"I Don't."

Bite.

"Want you."

Bite.

"To leave."

She moaned quietly into his mouth, wrapping her legs around his back.

"You're sure?" She asked, eyes soft. Melting him through.

"For the love of... yes!" He admonished, to her little smile. Biting her lip.

Blushing.

He never thought he would see the day.

"So you want to be my boooyfriend~"

"Oh Gods, I'm regretting this already."

"You liiiiike me~"

"Yes, you demon." He grabbed at her waist, biting at her playfully.

She squealed out a laugh. Trying to get away. "No biting! No biting!"

"A little late for that, don't you think?" He laughed. Digging his fingers into her sides to reignited laughter. Wiggling to get away.

"No! I'm ticklish!"

"Oh, you've made a grave mistake, admitting that." He leaned down and nipped at her sides.

He smiled evilly at her hands shoving his head, her mouth open wide in a gasping laugh.

He could get used to this.

(okay I think this is the last one of these, I hadn't planned to make this a series but the gods of smut took my hand. thank ya'll for all the feedback on this series!!!)

#i love a tav who can put him through his paces #put that man in a situation. and the situation is madness induced sex #astarion smut #astarion x tav #lyrics from: take me back to eden - sleep token

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danika-redgrave124 · 1 month ago

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A Witchy Shopping Day

The bustling streets of the local market were alive with the chatter of merchants, the clinking of wares, and the enticing aroma of fresh pastries. Among the throng of shoppers were Yuu and Grim, flanked by Cerezo—a fully-fledged Umbra Witch whose very presence seemed to radiate sophistication—and Vil, who naturally drew the gazes of admirers like a magnet. Behind them, trudging dutifully under the weight of numerous shopping bags, were Ace, Deuce, and Epel.

"I don’t see why we had to be the ones carrying all this," Ace griped, shifting a large bag of potions and fabrics to his other hand. "Seriously, what do witches even do with this much stuff? Open a boutique?"

"Quit whining, Ace," Epel muttered, barely breaking a sweat under the weight of an ornate vase and several spellbooks. "This is nothing compared to haulin’ apples back home. You sound like a twig about to snap."

Deuce, on the other hand, walked with practiced ease, balancing several bags on his arms. "It’s not so bad. I used to carry groceries for my mom all the time. You just need to pace yourself."

"Oh, of course you’re fine with this," Ace groaned. "But my arms feel like they’re gonna fall off!"

"Perhaps if you spent less time complaining and more time moving, you’d find it easier," Vil interjected, glancing back at the trio with his signature air of unimpressed authority. "If you drop so much as a single bag, spud, I’ll ensure you don’t see the end of my next lecture."

Ace grumbled something under his breath, but the look Vil shot him quickly silenced any further complaints.

Ahead of the group, Yuu and Grim were inspecting a collection of enchanted trinkets laid out on a merchant's stall. Grim's eyes glimmered with excitement as he pointed to a jeweled charm. "Ooh, Yuu! Look at this one! It’s all shiny! Can we get it?!"

"Grim, focus," Yuu replied with a patient sigh, holding up a shimmering black brooch in the shape of a crescent moon. "We’re supposed to be looking for practical items, not things that catch your eye."

"Well, I think this one looks very practical," Cerezo remarked smoothly, his voice rich and lilting like a dark melody. He picked up the brooch and held it to Yuu’s chest, tilting his head appraisingly. "See? It complements your aura perfectly."

Yuu flushed slightly, brushing the brooch aside. "Cerezo, we’re not here for accessories."

"Ah, but what is an Umbra Witch without their style?" Cerezo purred, a sly smile playing on his lips. "I insist you take it. Consider it a gift from me to you."

Behind them, Vil let out a soft hum of approval. "Cerezo has a point. Presentation is everything. Perhaps I should assist in curating your wardrobe, Yuu."

Yuu groaned quietly, muttering, "Not you too..."

Meanwhile, Ace, Deuce, and Epel continued their trek behind the group, with Ace nearly tripping over his own feet as they stopped at yet another stall.

"Are we seriously stopping again?" Ace complained. "At this rate, I’m gonna need a stretcher to get back to campus!"

"Shush," Epel said, adjusting the bags on his shoulders. "If you keep whining, Rook’s probably gonna pop outta nowhere and make you carry his bags, too."

As if on cue, Rook emerged from the shadows nearby, his voice a theatrical whisper. "Ah, mon brave camarades! I see you toil under the weight of duty, such noble perseverance! Truly, a sight to behold!"

Ace jumped, nearly dropping his bags. "Gah! Rook! Could you not sneak up on people like that?!"

"Ah, but I must remain vigilant," Rook replied, his tone playful but his gaze sharp as it flicked to Vil. "Where beauty walks, danger often follows. I cannot allow my Roi du Poison to come to harm."

Vil waved him off with a sigh. "Your dramatics are unnecessary, Rook. Focus on blending in rather than drawing attention."

As the shopping continued, Cerezo paused, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He turned to Yuu, lowering his voice so only they could hear. "By the way, I’ve secured something quite special from your dear headmaster."

Yuu raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What did you do?"

"Persuasion," Cerezo said with an elegant shrug. "Let’s just say Crowley and I had a... productive discussion. I took his card."

"You didn’t threaten him, did you?" Yuu asked, though the answer was obvious.

"Lightly," Cerezo replied with a wink. "Nothing he couldn’t handle."

Grim snickered. "Finally! Someone who doesn’t let that featherbrain off the hook!"

By the time they reached their final stop—a small café to rest—the three bag carriers slumped into their chairs, groaning in unison.

"I can’t feel my arms," Ace whined, rubbing his shoulders.

"You’ll survive," Vil said coolly, taking a sip of his tea.

Cerezo, ever the picture of poise, leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile. "Well, this has been a most delightful outing. Don’t you agree, Yuu?"

Yuu gave him a flat look. "Delightful for you, maybe."

Grim, munching on a pastry, chimed in, "Yeah, but we got food outta it, so I’m not complaining!"

Ace groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Never. Again."

Cerezo belongs to @fungifanart

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rocksandrobots · 2 months ago

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PotP Ch 56 - Blizzards, Blackbirds, and Bargains: Part 2

Well, technically not from Corona directly. The dagger that laid out on the table before them bore the symbol of the Brotherhood, the crest of Umbra. Which was close enough.

Another dimension was another dimension after all.

“Watcha looking at?” Aunt Cass peered over the teens shoulders to see what had caused such fuss and fascination.

“Uh… nothing.” Hiro squeaked.

“Varian found a neat dagger in the snow.” Tadashi answered, cool as can be. “Someone must have dropped it. We're trying to figure out who it belongs to.”

“Well, your best bet is to turn it over to the lost and found at the police station.” Aunt Cass advised, as she walked over to the TV controls laying behind the counter. “You can give it to Chief Cruz once the storm is over.”

She flipped on the TV to see the weather.

“As you can see here, there's another cold front coming in tonight.” The weather girl said, pointing towards a green-screened map. “While the snow has eased up some, we're expecting more flurries later on in the day and even possibly some sleet tonight.”

“Therefore we advised people to still stay indoors and if you have to go out, try to get your errands done before 3 PM. The trolley will run from 10 to 2 in the afternoon for those of you who do need to travel.

Over to you Duff.”

The scene changed to the news anchor at his desk.

“Thank you Sheryl. Breaking news this morning. Apparently a series of burglaries happened last night while the city was distracted with the snow storm. Several banks, jewelry stores, and museums are reporting losses, with no evidence as to who the perpetrator might be.”

The scene changed again, and Chief Cruz, all bundled up in scarf and earmuffs, stood in front of the police station.

“We think it's an inside job. There's no signs of forced entry and all of the security cameras were tampered with. In addition, given the sheer volume of items missing and the distance between the various locations that were hit, would seem to suggest that multiple robberies happened near simultaneously; indicating an organized crime ring.”

While the Chief went on explaining proper safety procedures, the rest of the gang shared knowing looks.

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It was difficult to see through the swiftly falling snow as the heroes flew, skated, and teleported across the city. Even Baymax’s sensors seemed to be on the fritz.

Despite this, the gang had found various treasures haphazardly strewn about town. Tapestries, toy chessmen, fur cloaks, small chests, other weapons, books, scrolls, a lone deerskin boot, and even a parchment map that was torn to shreds; all of it tossed about by the wind and all of it foreign to this world.

Varian’s goggles fogged up as he stepped out of the portal onto a rooftop. He wiped them clear with his sleeve and bent down to pick up another artifact.

This one was a ragdoll, worn, faded, and tattered, as if it hadn't been played with in years. In fact a lot of the stuff they had found was in a damaged state; as if all this stuff had been abandoned and thrown into this world like garbage. The dagger he had first found being the most intact due to the material it was made of.

Varian frowned. The doll’s coal black eyes stared back at him dully. They were also made of obsidian; same as the dagger, same as the stone chess pieces, and same as the arm bangle they had found earlier. Varian didn't know much about his father’s home country, but he did know that stone carving was a time honored tradition there.

He himself had never learned the craft, but his dad’s skills had been well regarded. He would, on rare occasions, carve small gifts out of stone. A toy here, a piece of jewelry there; quartz wedding rings were popular in the village and one of Varian’s favorite toys growing up was a carved knight on horseback.

“Oooh! I found a dress!” Honey Lemon’s voice broke out over the intercom, snapping him out his thoughts. “Well part of a dress anyways. One of the sleeves is missing.”

“Wooop! Yes! I found an axe!” Fred hooted with joy.

“You're not keeping the axe, Fred.” Wasabi dismissed.

“But-”

“Put it down.” Gogo demanded.

“As cool as all this medieval stuff is…” Tadashi chimed in, ignoring the argument over the axe, “has anybody figured out where it's all coming from yet?”

“I may have found something.” Hiro said as he flew past on Baymax. “Meet me in the park.”

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“Well I guess we found that ‘cold front’ the weatherman said to look out for.”

Wasabi was the first to speak, if nothing else than to ease the overwhelming sense of dread that had overcome the group.

Before them, at the top of king’s hill in the park, was the largest portal they had ever seen.

It stood as tall and as wide as a two story building.

There were no frames nor turbines, like with previous set ups, but there was a swirling vortex of energy that whirled around the gateway. And this gateway led straight to a raging snow storm.

Wind, sleet, and snow blasted out of the inter-dimensional window and into the freezing San Fansokyo air.

Hiro gulped. “S-so how do we stop it?”

“Over here!” Gogo called out. “I think I found the controls.”

They met her at the foot of the hill where stood a metal podium with controls built into the top and a generator beside it. Varian kicked over some snow to find the buried wires traveling back towards the top of the hill, and presumably whatever electronics kept the portal in place.

“Hey look!” Fred yelled as he opened up a nearby sack. “Do you suppose they're using these to power the portal?”

He held up a diamond, looking through it like a spyglass.

“No, but I do think we’ve just found all of the stolen loot that went missing last night.” Hiro said, opening up another bag to find a pearl necklace.

“So you're telling me that whoever opened up the portal to the fairytale dimension, decided to go on a robbery spree?” Tadashi asked, incredulously. “Wouldn't they have they're own riches in that Umbra kingdom?”

“Looked more like junk to me.” Gogo commented; pulling out a single ripped leather glove from her back pocket and holding it up to remind everyone the real value of the other worldly treasures they had found.

“Maybe they're a part of the fae and are like exchanging trash for shiny stuff cause they think it's an even trade or something?” Fred guessed.

“The fae wouldn't use electricity, Fred.” Varian stated matter of factly as he examined the controls. That's when his eyes landed on the blue folder.

“That's Callahan’s notebook.” Hiro said when he noticed what Varian was holding. “But I thought you lost it.”

“So did I.” Varian muttered as he flipped through the notes.

“But both Callahan and Momosake are still in jail.” Honey Lemon timidly pointed out. “Who else would have known about it?”

They all got their answer when another, smaller portal opened up right next to them, and out stepped Sirque with a bag slung over her shoulder and a stolen crown perched precariously on top of her head.

Super villain and heroes stared at each other for a moment, stunned. Until Sirque rolled her eyes, dropped the bag of loot, and raised her hands.

“Alright, fine. You caught me.”

“Shut the portal down now!” Varian demanded.

Sirque took a step back, surprised by the ferocity in his voice.

“Okay… okay. It'll take a moment to power everything down ...”

She turned off the smaller portal behind her and walked over to the control panel.

“You have to shut everything off in sequence or it'll risk an implosion.” She finished explaining.

“That's the least of our problems.” Varian muttered.

“I don't know. ‘Imploding giant portal’ does sound like a pretty big problem to me.” Wasabi countered.

“Listen. The rocks could come through at any moment. That's a far bigger worry right now.”

“Rocks?” Sirque asked.

“Do you have any idea where that portal leads to?” Varian responded.

“The frozen tundra.” She pointed back towards the gateway like it was obvious.

“Yes… the frozen tundra of a completely different dimension.”

Sirque blinked at him, unsure how to respond to such a statement, but then decided it didn't matter.

She rolled her eyes again and shrugged. “If you say so.” And then began the power down sequence.

She didn't get the chance to finish.

Halfway through the ground began to rumble under their feet. But before anyone could yell “Earthquake!”, black stalagmites burst from below. They barreled straight towards the group, towering as tall as a grown man, before abruptly stopping a few feet past where they all stood.

It was all over and done within a matter of seconds. The gang of superheroes barely had time to roll out of the way from the onslaught.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.” Honey Lemon kept repeating over and over again as she clung to the base of one of the rocks in shock.

“What was that!?” Sirque yelled.

“The rocks.” Varian answered, lifting Hiro off his feet.

“Is everyone okay?” Gogo shouted.

“I’ve been better.” Wasabi grunted.

Everyone rushed to his side. One of the black spikes had pierced his armor, breaking the shoulder guard and grazing his shoulder.

“It sliced right through my shield like a knife through butter.” He hissed, as Baymax applied antiseptic to his wound.

“Fortunately it doesn't look too deep.” Tadashi said, examining Baymax's handiwork.

“Only a minor cut.” The robot confirmed. “It should heal within a few days.”

“I wish the same could be said about the portal.” Fred replied.

The others turned to look at him. He was standing near the now busted up control panel, holding a severed cord.

Sirque’s eyes widened with horror. “Oh that is not good.”

“Please don't say why.” Hiro whispered.

Sirque ignored his pleas. “The generator was used to kick start the portal, but the electromagnets use kinetic motion to maintain energy. Without the controls, I can't tell the portal to power down.”

“No…. No…” Varian practically laughed in disbelief. “Do NOT tell me you don't have a way to shut the portal down.”

“Well there is a backup… but…”

He grabbed her by the shoulders. “No buts, where is it?”

Pinned in his grasp, she timidly pointed back towards the portal.

“There’s another set of controls on the other end, to stabilize the connection.”

Gogo spoke up first. “So you’re telling us, someone has to go in there, turn everything off, and then get back through the collapsing portal before they're trapped in another dimension for all time?”

“Why do you keep saying it's another dimension?”

“Because it is!” Varian shouted, finally letting go of her. “Or do you think those are natural to this world!?”

He pointed back towards the rocks.

Sirque frowned.

“You don't… you don't know that. They could be.. they be an unstudied phenomenon-”

“ I've studied them. I've spent my life studying them. Their chemical makeup doesn't match anything on this Earth. Their physical priorities defy basic physics. They've managed to go against all known scientific research.”

“Trust us.” Tadashi stepped in. “It's alien, and so is he, and that portal you just built leads to another world.”

“You must be joking.” But she didn't sound confident, not in the slightest.

“Joking or not, we need to get those controls rebuilt and that portal turned off asap.”

“We don't have time.” Varian hissed.

“Nobody's going through that portal.”

Varian pressed his lips tightly together as if considering a further argument, but then huffed and marched over to the control panel instead.

“We need a soldering tool.” He said.

“I have a toolbox.” Sirque offered, and ran to her stash to get it.

Those not versed in portal tech, stood to the side and watched.

Honey Lemon had finally calmed down but still looked shell shocked, while the rest of the gang shuffled nervously, unsure what to do.

“Screwdriver!” Varian called out, while Sirque connected the power cables.

Gogo handed him the tool out of the toolbox.

“So… those are what destroyed your village?” She asked.

“Yeah, and they'll destroy San Fansokyo if we don't get this portal closed.”

He finished screwing back in the brackets on the casing, and putting the screwdriver in his mouth, took two ends of a severed wire in his hand and spliced them together.

“Gat me a mut, mill ma?” He hummed, and Gogo went hunting for a ceramic nut for the wires.

“How much time do we have?” Tadashi asked, peering over the other side of the panel.

Varian spit out the screwdriver into his hand as Gogo handed him some nuts and terminal ends.

“No idea. It could be a couple of hours or just a few minutes.”

“What's our backup plan if we run out of time?”

Varian stopped and stared hard at him.

“There is no backup. Nothing can stop the rocks. Nothing. So don't even try it.”

Tadashi frowned, but for once didn't argue.

Hiro kept a pensive eye on the portal as he listened in on his brothers’ conversation.

“Baymax?” He quietly asked his robot companion, hopefully out of earshot of the others. “Can you detect where the other control panel is?”

Baymax scanned the portal entrance way.

“They're is an energy signal coming about half a mile from the portal’s entrance.”

“How fast can you get to it?”

“Given wind resistance, I estimate roughly three minutes.”

“So three minutes to get back through the portal before it collapses, plus whatever time it would take to turn it off. How much time would it take for the portal to close completely?”

Baymax gave the best imitation of a shrug that he could. “I'm afraid I do not have enough information to make that calculation.”

Hiro mulled over the options in his mind as he walked over towards the reconstruction.

“Hey Sirque, if someone went through the portal-”

“No one is going through the portal.” Tadashi interrupted.

Hiro ignored him, “How hard would it be to turn the other set of controls off?”

“Not hard. It's just a simple powering down sequence.” She answered off handily as she flipped through her notes. “First the electromagnets have to be told to slow down, and then the signal has to be shut off, then finally you can cut the power. Do it out of order though and the portal could implode.”

Hiro nodded. “The magnets have to stay stabilized till the power is fully off, got it. So all together, you think what, about six minutes to power it all down?”

Sirque gave it some thought. “Yeah, that sounds about right. Given the portal's size, it's not instantaneous like with my portable tech.”

“I know what you're thinking, and no.” Tadashi said.

“You said we needed a backup.” Hiro argued back. “Baymax and I could fly in there and out again the quickest.”

“Well fortunately we won't need to risk it because Varian is going to fix the panel here. Ain’t that right, V?”

In answer the control panel sparked and caught on fire. As Varian frantically scrambled away, Baymax calmly put out the small flame with his built in extinguisher.

“It's o-okay.” Varian tried to keep the rising panic out of his voice as he examined the damage. “It's just a little surface scaring. Nothing major. I can still fix this.”

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than did the ground start to rumble again. Varian gulped down his fear and turned to look at the portal.

More rocks were heading their way, but this time they were further off.

They could see the black spikes puncturing the snow off in the distance, but it wouldn't take long for the dangerous formations to reach them. Certainly not before Varian had a chance to rewire the controls.

A scream from Honey Lemon broke Varian out of his racing thoughts.

“Hiro NO!!!”

Too late.

Varian barely had time to register the wind rushing past him as Baymax blasted off towards the portal.

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Hiro ignored everyone's cries as he rushed through the portal.

He wasn't sure what he had expected when entering another world, but honestly it didn't look any different from the images of Alaska you'd see on National Geographic. He could understand why Sirque would have assumed that she had created another spacial portal like all the others. The only thing indicating it's alien nature was the large black pointy rocks spiking up through the snow, and they had only just appeared five minutes ago.

Yet despite having not been there moments before, the rocks already trailed off far into the distant horizon in a winding, erratic line as far as the eye could see. Like a giant black serpent snaking its way through the snow.

The enormity of it filled his stomach with lead. These things were fast, and right now they were heading straight towards San Fansokyo. And given the evidence of what he'd seen here, they wouldn't stop at just the city.

“I have found the controls.” Baymax interrupted his thoughts as they landed near another metal podium. The rocks had thankfully just missed it by a few feet. Hiro wasted no time in jumping off and dashing towards the panel.

The power down procedure was simple enough. The control layout wasn't much different from Varian’s portal at school. Probably because both were based off of Callaghan’s work on the Silent Sparrow project.

He flipped the final switch and heard the telltale sign of sparking electromagnets slowly winding down in the distance.

“Quick, Baymax!”

He jumped onto the robot’s back in mid-flight and they took off at full blast towards the portal.

They were racing side by side with the rocks now. Which somehow managed to just keep pace ahead of them by a few yards.

Hiro forced himself to tear his eyes away from unnatural phenomena and focus on their destination instead.

The energy glow around the doorway was dimming and Hiro could just make out the shapes of his friends in the distance.

They were beginning to run towards them, no doubt calling out to him.

He gauged the distance. A little more than a football field to go… Five hundred feet… Four hundred… Three hundred… Two…

“Come on… come on…” He hissed, willing them to go faster… or for the rocks to go slower… or for the power to stay on longer…

They were only ten feet away when the energy connecting the magnets arched, sputtered, and then died away.

“NOOOO!!!”

His friends, the portal, and the gleaming towers of San Fansokyo faded away into a swirl of white snow right as he and Baymax flew past what should have been the gateway.

Baymax skidded to a halt and hovered there as Hiro looked on in horror at the nothingness before them.

Nothing but the snow and the back rocks; which continued on regardless.

#of rocks and robots #tangled the series #bh6 the series #big hero six #tangled #tadashi hamada #hiro hamada #varian

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sourtomatola · 7 months ago

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The dark Sun's approach

Spin off for @sinclairmaxwellao3, based on their fic, "Lambs and slaughters" (the original fic is 18+, but what I wrote here isn't)

2300+ words (takes place before monty dies)

Eclipse laid reclined on his couch, pregnant with thought. In his top left half, a card was being juggled around his fingers. He stared at nothing in particular as the gently ‘fwipping’ sound of the card turning in his metal digits filled the room.

Ruin came in and hung up his coat. “Couldn’t find any signs of the dirty bugger in the club.” He reported. “Must have sent in a stand-in.” He swayed over and sat between Eclipse’s legs, taking one of his free lower hands in his own. “Have you come to a decision then?”

One final snap of the card sent it firmly in the Underboss’s fingertips as he let out a deep thoughtful sigh.

“This Pertenca piko always seems to know who needs him…” He grumbled as he looked over the card that shimmered black and gold. The words on the back read ‘Call, leave no message.’

“A cryptid in his own right.” Ruin chimed and delicately plucked the card from Eclipse’s hand. “Want me to make the call?”

“Get it over with.” Eclipse sighed.

Ruin began to hum as he followed the instructions on the card, calling and hanging up in all of 30 seconds. “Think it will take long?” He asked, looking up to the underboss.

“Theres few things Umbra is known for, but one thing he’s fairly well known for is efficiency.” Eclipse said as he played with Ruin’s hand in his.

“Then my reputation precedes me.”

The two spun around, guns instantly in their hands and aimed at the intruder in their room.

The Dark Sun model stood perfectly still as he stared at the two boredly. His optics shared the same sky blue color as Sunrise’s, but were instead surrounded by black, giving him an eerie and unsettling stare. If not for that, and the sharply cut black suit he wore, they might have mistaken him for their Sunrise. It was almost uncanny to see someone so similar. His rays were a duller color as well, but other than that, they were identical.

“Problem with Fazbear?” Umbra stated simply.

“Efficient and perceptive.” Ruin giggled as he stood up, allowing Eclipse to stand as well.

“I May live under a rock, but I don’t miss anything. I also am aware of Sunrise being in your care. I wish to see him.” Umbra said before quickly stepping out of the room.

To that, the underboss and hitman rushed after him. “Wha-hey!” Eclipse called angrily. “Ne kuraĝu tuŝi lin!!”

“I don’t intend to, I just need to see him before I can get to my work.” Umbra stated almost boredly.

A Squeak came form the hallway, catching Umbra’s attention. Sun stood, holding his hands to his chest in shock of the sight of another sun model in a fine suit. Umbra’s eyebrow twitched up, as if resisting to raise in surprise as well. They stared at one another for a moment before Umbra spoke. “Sunrise.” He gave a gently incline of his head in greeting.

“H-hi…” Sunny blinked at him. Eclipse and Ruin stood nearby, glaring at Umbra as they waited for him to make a move.

The dark sun Model walked around Sunrise, as if appraising him. “Hmm…nice dress.” He said simply. He then paused in front of Sunrise and looked him in the eyes. “Do you want Fazbear gone? Wiped form existence? To give him a free taxi ride to the river Styx?” He asked in a low menacing tone.

Sunny stood in confusion and glanced to the underboss who stood at the ready, fully expecting something to go wrong. He then looked back in to the black and blue optic’s of the other sun model.

“Yes.” He stated. “He’s…He’s done unspeakable things to me and the people I love. I don’t want to live in fear of him hurting us again.”

“Consider it done.” Umbra said and walked swiftly past him, heading straight to Eclipse, seeming to have the intention to plow right through the massive four-armed animatronic. “Have my payment ready right away.” He said before vanishing before he could run into the underboss.

Eclipse flinched from the shock of not getting bumped or shoved. He looked around, but Umbra had left no signs of even being there.

“Goodness, his magic might be greater than your fathers.” Ruin marveled. “Teleporting shouldn’t be possible here, save for the family.”

“W-who was that?” Sunny asked. He still felt a chill from the gaze of those cyan and black optics.

“Don’t worry your pretty self, Sunny. That’s for Ruin and I to worry about.” Eclipses assured.

***

A Sun Model Animatronic sat at the bar of a club on the far side of town. A simple black spaghetti strap dress adorned his casing as he swirled the liquor in his glass. His make up was smudged with sadness, telling a familiar story to the bartender.

“Sunrise? Is that you?”

He hand holding the glass flinched and held the glass tighter before the animatronic looked back slowly. The tall muscular gator animatronic stood over him and closed in quickly.

“M-Monty?! W-what are you doing here??” Sun squeaked and leaned away from him.

“This is my favorite bar, cher.” Monty smirked and swiftly wrapped his arm around him, making him flinch. “My my, those wouldn’t be tear streaks in your eyeliner, would it?”

Sun quickly rubbed his eyes, as if trying to hide the evidence. “No! It’s none of your business anyways. I was just leaving!” He said and tried to slip off his stool, only to have been swept off before his feet could even hit the floor. Monty held him firmly and began to carry him out.

“Don’t be like that Cher! I know just how to cheer you up. The boss has missed you a lot you know, I’m sure he’d give you the warmest welcome back!” Monty chimed as he carried Sun virtically.

“I-I can’t, I…M-my brother is nearby, I need to go get him!” He said and tried to get out of Monty’s strong arms.

“Good, then he’ll just follow us.” Monty smirked and carried him out to his car, shoving the sun animatronic in.

The ride was tense as Sun stayed huddled as far away from the gator as possible. He was then dragged into the pizzaplex. Staffbots rushed out of the gator’s way as he stormed through the halls and past the lounges.

He pounded on the door of the don. “Hey boss! Got a little surprise for you!” He laughed as he dragged Sun in and threw him to the floor. Sun had been spun slightly in the force of his fall, causing his dress to flare out. He lay on the floor a second to gain his baring’s, realizing that the slit on his dress was now wide open, exposing his legs almost completely.

He heard a satisfied hum as he looked up to see Moonrise sitting on Freddy’s desk. Behind him, with a wicked grin, was the bear himself.

Sun’s optics were set wide and fearful as he stared up at the don who has done nothing but reap from disaster and pain.

“Sunny dear! How wonderful to see you again!” Fazbear smirked.

“Freddy…” Sun breathed.

“Brother.” Moonrise sneered and hopped off the desk to walk to him. He grabbed him by the arm and yanked him to his feet. “So sweet to see you again…” He ran a finger under Sun’s eyes, making him flinch. Moonrise rubbed the smeared make-up between his fingers. “Tragedy strike at the old celestial’s home?”

“I…M…moon…” Sun said softly. “Moon’s dead…T-the star went off and…The celestial’s kicked me out. Said I was too dangerous and I killed their best weapon’s designer…” He sniffled and rubbed his eyes again.

“Sound’s like you killed him to me. Good job.” Moonrise smirked.

Sun’s face hardened into a glare for but a second before breaking down into tears. Fazbear’s brow lowered curiously before reaching a hand to him. “Come here.” Sun stood firm until Moonrise shoved him around the desk and making him face Freddy, their knee’s practically touching.

Freddy grabbed Sun’s arms and yanked him onto his lap to get a better look at him. He studied the sun animatronic’s face, as if trying to look for flaws. The only thing broken on his face was his emotion. Pain and fear enveloped his features, but deep behind it was a fighting spirit.

Freddy let go of one of his arms and reached up to gently place a claw on his shoulder and delicately pull down one of Sun’s spaghetti straps. His claw was gently, threateningly so. Gently grazing Sun’s casing, as if to say how easy it would be to dig deeper and cause real damage. Sun’s hand shot up and grabbed Freddy’s hand in protest, but otherwise didn’t fight him off.

That’s when the Don’s eyes narrowed darkly and he grabbed Sun’s arms harshly again. “My Sunrise would never behave in such a way to me, or risk getting hurt. Who are you?” He snarled.

The room went still as Monty stared in confusion. This…WAS Sun though, wasn’t it? Sun models were rarer, and how many of them would not only know Monty by name, but also wear a dress like Sunrise would?

Moonrise narrowed his eyes as well and snaped out his gun, aiming it at the Beautiful sun model.

Sun sat still, staring at Freddy before glancing at Moonrise. “Careful now Moonrise, wouldn’t want to hit your boss, would you?” He said evenly, his tone lower and darker and the scalar’s of his optic’s suddenly faded to black.

Freddy’s eyes shot open before he shoved the animatronic off his lap. Umbra miraculously landed on his feet and stood tall, his posture immaculate and the strap still hanging off his shoulder. “Didn’t I play the part well enough? Surely Sunrise doesn’t just, LET you do such things to him?” He questioned as he grabbed the skirt of his dress and lifted it a bit, swaying it whimsically. “Though I will say, this isn’t too bad. I like how it flows.”

The click of the hammer being pulled back on Moonrise’s gun didn’t go unnoticed, but Umbra ignored it. “Don asked a question. Who are you?” The moon model snarled.

Umbra lifted his skirt slightly to do a mock curtsy. “Oh pardon me, dear don, how could I not introduce myself in such circumstances.” HE said almost sarcastically. “Most call me Dark sun, but I go by Umbra.”

A small choke from Monty came from begin them. “Whispered death??”

“Kill him!” Freddy barked.

Just as Moonrise took his shot, Umbra flipped his skirt up as he ducked, hiding him from the hitman. His hand stayed in a firm flat position as he thrust it up, aiming for the seams on Moonrise’s torso. With the force and angle of his hand, his claws easily slid under the seams and granted access to Moonrise’s battery. As soon as Umbra’s hand touched it, he grasped it in his hand and shattered it, causing Moonrise to go limp, almost dead.

Monty was rushing for his own gun but at the sight of such fast action, he hesitated. As he did, the Moon animatronic’s body was hurled at him, throwing him off more. With another flare of black fabric, Umbra was now behind him, doing a similar action that he did to Moonrise, slipping his hand under the seams of their plating and crushing their batteries. He knew it was a temporary fix. But when it was many against one, it was what was needed to neutralize threats to make them all easy to finish off later. It’s what it took to take out animatronic’s.

Freddy shot at them, not seeming to care if he hit Monty. Which Umbra made sure he did just to finish the job that was Monty.

Umbra peeked from behind the gator. “Thanks for the help killing Monty, Superstar.” He said in an unenthused voice.

“Umbra…I thought you didn’t play favorites.” Freddy glared. “I tried to contract you last year and never heard back from you. Yet here you are, against me.”

“Yeah well, Lets just say I don’t take unsolicited calls. The fact you tried to hunt me down, PERSONALLY offended me. I just want to be left alone.” He said before lifting Monty’s corpse enough to cover him completely. Then, the lifeless body dropped, proving to no longer being a hiding spot.

Freddy turned quickly but was swiftly shoves to the ground, landing hard on his back. Umbra was now standing on his arms, keeping him down and unable to struggle. Umbra glanced at the wall of Freddy’s collection. He stared for just a second before looking back down at the bear.

“I like your eye collection. Maybe I’ll start my own.” He said before raising his hands, that dripped with Moonrise and Monty’s blood.

****

Eclipse entered his office in Totality, ready to start the day. He paused at the sight of a sun Model in a black dress, facing away from him as they sat on his desk. “Sunny?” He asked curiously.

Umbra turned, showing his black optics. Eclipse narrowed his eyes before they widened in shock as Umbra held up a box. “Proof of service.” He said simply as he pushed the box closer. “Call it the witches broomstick.”

Eclipse narrowed his eye sat Umbra as he watched the sun animatronic hop off the desk and wave his hand across himself. His attired changed back to his sharply trimmed suit and his face clean of make-up. He watched Eclipse stare at him before he motioned to the box. “Well?”

Eclipse opened the box and stared back at the vibrant blue eyes that sat on soft velvet to keep them from clattering together. Under the eyes, were several photos of Freddy’s office after Umbra had completed his task.

He closed the box and stepped around to his desk and held out a briefcase to Umbra. “Accepted. Thank you.”

“Thank you for keeping this short and simple.” Umbra said and took the case. “Feel free to leave me alone.” Was all he said before he vanished once again.

#fnaf moon #moondrop #fnaf sun #sundrop #fnaf eclipse #fnaf ruin #sams ruin #sams eclipse #sams dark sun #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf glamrock monty #I just really wanted to writ e a thing for dark sun #Lambs and slaughters #fan spin on

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eternal-dragon-of-time · 4 months ago

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I got really into the potential of a Drakath Arcadia route. So um. I wrote it lol, here's what I think his dialogue would've looked like if he had beat out Sepulchure in the polls.

Drakath: Chaos Incarnate

Surprised to see me? You shouldn’t be. You’ve had my attention since the beginning, so who else would be worthy to be here? Ha! You don’t have to look too excited about it, knowing I took a spot from someone else you might’ve liked more is just encouraging me. I was hoping to have another battle to decide your favor, but this competition seems easy enough as well. You know how strong I am, and who better to solve your problems than someone who caused them? Don’t expect this from me ever again, but today you’ll have my full power supporting you.

Motivation:

Initially that invitation was just good for a laugh before being tossed, but then I heard about some of the other people that were entering. Be glad it's me and not one of the nobodies I had to fight off from trying to get your affections. Besides, this is an opportunity to have you all to myself again. What do I mean by that?

Tournament:

Why are you bothering to ask? I won it easily, even the resurrected corpse was barely a work out. The hardest part was the sheer number of opponents, you had a lot of champions for your hand. I’ve never fought someone over love before. I don’t get what the fuss is about when compared to battles over the fate of Lore. I’d rate our own clash far above this.

Competitors:

Gravelyn is staring daggers into me, and Safiria looks like she is weighing the risk of drinking my chaorrupted blood. Neither of them worry me. Gravelyn spends the majority of her time fussing over an Empire I pushed to the brink of collapse, and the Vampire Queen is a bit player in a world that left her behind. More importantly, neither of them know you as well as I do.

Quest Accept: Under Umbra Wings

Finally, I was getting tired watching you waste time with the others. You and I will be taking the rightmost route up. No need to bother with the ladder, unlike the others I have wings strong enough to carry the both of us. Don’t act so shocked, I can play nice if it means winning over the others. You can even go play with the butterflies before we get started, you looked like you enjoyed it.

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Quest Complete:

You don’t have to squirm so much. It’s not like I’m going to drop you, even with these leeches trying to crash the party. You’d know if I was going to let you fall anyways. Probably. Speaking of the overgrown mosquitos, do they look strange to you? Something is off about the way they fly, and they come apart like dolls if you press them too hard. Don’t look at me like that, try it yourself.

Quest Accept: Battle Muse

More of these fake foes, it’s like cutting through wax. I’m not a stranger to my enemies falling apart before me, but it's usually not so literal. These ones look like that usurper’s knights too. I wonder, is that intended as a taunt or a gift for me? Hm? You want to fight them for yourself? Sure, I don’t mind. It’ll be like old times, I always did like sitting back and watching you fight.

–

Quest Complete:

Sorry to cut this break short but I need to get you out of the water. Stop trying to wriggle free and look down at the pool beneath us, you can see where the pond is dyed purple from where I lingered. Guess that answers my question. I’ll be flying us over this for now. Why are you looking at me like that? As nice as it would be to have you out of my hair, I’m not going to let you go out in such a pathetic way. Besides, I still need to win this.

Quest Accept: Denial in Read

Why would there be reading material during this challenge? There was a book like this on the other climbs as well? …Nothing that has you that excited can be good, you keep your eyes to yourself. Great, more of these things are coming after us. I’ll take care of them this time, it’ll be fun to see how many more of them I can break then you. Feel free to admire my work if you want, or find something else to occupy your time if you don’t want to see me smash your record. Maybe inspect the tree trunk, or the armor pieces. Not the book.

–

Quest Complete:

You read it didn’t you, that smug look on your face is telling. Well? Aren’t you going to tell me what was in it? You’re insufferable. Whatever, I’ve cleared out the room so we can continue upwards. Hm? You pulled these gems off the armor pieces for me while you were waiting? Is this some stupid Hero’s Heart Day thing? No, you can’t take those back, I'm keeping them.

Quest Accept: A Better Toy

Have you noticed the ground get more twisted the higher we go? It almost looks like… No. It doesn’t make any sense. I would know if Chaos magic was at play here, and I don’t feel anything, no connection to it at all. We’ll find the truth of this higher up and- How did we get here!? This can’t be real, it's just some pathetic attempt to get under my skin. Well it won’t work, you’re already here to do that. I’m fine. I don’t need her. Stay behind me, I’ll gladly rend this place apart.

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Quest Complete:

I gave up everything, my flesh, my self, my strength. All for her to use me up and abandon me. Don’t breathe a word of this to anyone, but sometimes I can’t help but wonder if there was something wrong with me, that if I was just stronger she would’ve let me come with her. Pathetic, isn’t it? You know, I’ve never had to wonder if I’d ever see you again. You just kept coming back again and again.

Pre-Boss Dialogue:

Stop it, I can stand on my own. I don’t need you, or her, or this thing trying to worm its way into my head. I am strong, I am worthy, I am fine alone.

End Questline Dialogue:

The reality that monster invented could never have happened, but that didn’t stop me from dreaming. It’s easier to believe that there was something I could do then face the truth. That I’m not perfect, and I was never going to be enough. Augh. I didn’t expect that to hurt so much to say. You look ridiculous being concerned over someone who’s killed you, but I can’t stop you. That's just the kind of person you are. The person I can trust you to be. I’ll remember this Hero, fondly even.

#aqw #aqworlds #drakath #chaosshipping #herokath #yeagh the Drakath Derangement Syndrome got meeeeeee #There are a lot of charmpoints in this I just. Really like imagining him being a horridly endearing motherfucker.#writing tonight

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osatokun · 1 year ago

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Tell us more about Glinda!

the original one, not the tiefling one?

She is an npc in the vampire the masquerade ttrpg chronicle I'm playing with my friends. I play that chubby sweet vampire man.

I put the story under the cut, as it's pretty dark

She is a changeling form the House Balor. Once she was a queen of the changelings of the New Orleans, back in 90s. She was so strong that she even created a wildly strong chimerical creature, a Dragon, who, ofcourse, could take a human form. Glinda always had prophetic dreams and she knew that soon her changeling people will extinct, the era of wonder will be over. Should I mention, that changeling soul wakes up early in kids, and closer to 20-25 years it usually goes back to sleep, resting inside human body unless that human dies. The human doesn't remember they were a fae creature once.

So, the young teen Glinda was talked into the apocalypse. Pentex or nephandi (both?) talked her into giving birth to a changeling-spirit creature, that will destroy big part of the world, but the other half survives and start believing in wonders again, giving strenght to changelings. This way changelings could survive.

Could they make it differently? Ofcourse they could. But they didn't miss on a chance to rape a teen and destroy her child's soul. Plus, the time was right, the Eye of Balor appeared in the sky (or the Red Star, as vampires named it). But the other changeling House, house Beaumayn, who also known to be seers, riot and freed her chimera. The Dragon burned (by that time pregnant) Glinda in chimerical flame, which had to kill her changeling soul and her spirit-child. But the spirit survived and ran away into the depths of the Umbra, and Glinda's changeling soul fell asleep. The connection with this spirit creature helped her changeling part to survive.

Beaumayns took the lead of the changelings of the city, "imprisoned" Glinda and made the Dragon her jailer. For regular people it looked like a marriage(it sounds funny when I word it this way) .The Dragon, Gregory Dequir in human form, did his best to make Glinda feel like she is nothing, a zero, not even a person and tried to control her every step. Time passed, changelings woke up and fell back asleep, and pretty soon Dragon was the only one who remembered this story and had a good chance to shape it however he wanted. Everyone hated her, a lot respected him, but no one knew the reason she made this choice, no one even knew what exactly she made. (Gregory, also known as Dragon)

But despite everything she grew up into a very kind loving person. 20 years passed. She became an art teacher, always caring about her students and protecting them, just as she did when she was a queen. She kept her courage too, and now and then tried to sneak from the Dragon. Even tho she had no personal budget, even tho he tried to control all her contacts, she found ways for sneaking from time to time. Should I say, that's how she met Charlie, who was looking for changelings at this point and..at the same time was hungry and horny ?

They met in the art gallery. Quickly she lured him in a more private place ( don't laugh, it was the rest room).She needed to be quick while Dragon wasn't around. Charlie never bit her, no. He ended up fighting frenzy and crying, trying to ignore his visions. He got scared by the big, never healing scar on her chest. There is nothing he can do about it, he just can't feed on people who has skin problems, its one of his core mental issues that can't be healed. But still he didn't want to upset her too much so he didn't ran away screaming, he put all his fading strength just to cry like a little child. She tried to calm him, but when he started to say that he feels sorry for her, the wound looks so bad it must be really painful (etc etc) it hit her pride and she walked away.

Charlie however tried to figure who she is, what she is. He tried to find a changeling who asked him for help, but poor vampire didn't know how exactly this changeling looks like. So he made a thing that he makes very rare - he looked into her soul to learn her true self. And he fell in love, insanely, in that very moment, as he never seen anyone more brave, more beautiful , just like a little brave robin with her burnt mark over her heart, she fought the horrific Dragon.

I won't bore you with the year long story of the gaming sessions. In short, he found the way to return memory to Glinda and the younger changeling (the one who asked for help, Monica). It requires to go to the umbra and survive in Arcadia's wood, but no matter, he did it.

Other noble changelings seemed to look for the way to get rid of the Dragon without doing it themselves. Dragon had too much power, both physical and social, and he became (or always were) the banal chimera so he hurt changelings just by existing near them. So the conflict of the chimera and the vampire, who seemed to be too stupid to retreat, attracted their attention. Charlie ended up fighting the Dragon on the changeling court, and the king of the house forces another very old vampire to give my dude a sword. That sword contained a demon(which ofcourse Charlie didn't know) and, when Charlie was one hit from gis final death, he made a contract with the creature from the sword. One hour and ten minutes inside his body, for the feath of the Dragon and Dragon only. Charlie knew it was a horrible idea, but couldn't stand the idea of Glinda's death, Monica's death and his firend's, Veronica's death. So the demon turned dragon into a regular human being, this way killing the Dragon and making him a regular mortal, and used vampire's body to run away. Oh, the swords keeper aka demons jailer wasn't happy at all..but Charlie deserved all what he got.

Anyway, lets get back to Glinda. After the death of the Dragon, the jailer, Glinda was free ( so do Gregory). He divorced her and she could start her new life. Charlie gave her the healing that restored broken connections of her changeling soul and ran straight into the Umbra, to restore her memory. Monica and her friends (a werewolf, a ghost, a changeling-satyr and chimera) followed her a day after. Time works differently in Umbra, so Glinda spent a whole month here, the kids spent a week or so. They met to that spirit face to face, they fought, and they escaped. Glinda even managed to steal the symbol of her connection to the spirit, a Golden Chalice. All that time Charlie waited near the portal-painting for their return.

A couple days after Charlie and Glinda stared to date. She told him her story, he told her his, and also shared his true name to show his feelings for her. They quickly moved together and shared bits of their curses: Charlie took a bit if the spirit curse, she took a little bit of his demonic one. And finally, they got married. There are still incredible amount of dangers, the mummy is trying to get their (kinda now adopted) daughter Monica, the spirit getting closer and closer to the surface, Charlie's demon is still walking the earth and, ofcourse, vampiric community isn't happy with changelings at all ( I don't think changelings thinks positively about Charlie too).But they have their little family, their smol house, they even managed to create a new chimerical cat together, they are determined to survive and win. (curse sharing was a pretty sweet scene they both sung a song and put bits of their powers into small bat pins)

They even got the True Love merit!

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In the end, they worked with the occult council of the city ( vampires, werewolves and mages were there) to slay Glinda's spir. Charlie made a deal with a local settite leader Manon asking to help out with Glinda's ritual in return. Council succeed but flooded the city (not too badly, but still 😔). And Charlie's demon was trapped by other much more powerful vampires and he did his best to resist demon till the end.

Now happily married couple is traveling together, looking for the new deadly adventures x)

#Glinda #Charlie #world of darkness #wod #changeling #sidhe #changeling the dreaming #ctd #vampire the masquerade #vtm #vamily #tw:rape mention #tw: body horror #tw: horror #tw: trypophobia #tw:abuse #tw:blood #ask

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magic-is-something-we-create · 8 months ago

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Writing Share Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @illarian-rambling!!!

In return, I'll tag @vacantgodling, @sleepyowlwrites, @mk-writes-stuff, @indecentpause, and @kaylinalexanderbooks. As always, absolutely 0 pressure to play, and if you'd like to join in, this doubles as an open tag!

Rules: Just share some writing!

here's one of my favorite bits from Goddess-Touched so far <3 Dusk POV <3

There’s a moment of quiet, as I feel the Priestess’ scrutiny rove over me. Within that quiet, with my hood down and my mind exposed to the surface thoughts of everyone in the room, I feel the moment where she recognizes me, and finally fits Ember’s comatose, scarred, changed form on the bed to her memories of their devotions from years past.

And I feel her relax.

“Very well.” She rises from her seat on the edge of Ember’s bed, donning her gloves once again before offering me her hand. “There is no shame in pulling back if it becomes too much.”

I give her a weak smile of acknowledgment, hoping it doesn’t come to that. If I fail another sibling in their moment of need, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to feel like a person again.

I ease myself to the edge of the cot. Take off a glove, flex my fingers. Prepare myself for the sensation of skin on skin, despite the shudder that runs through me at the thought.

And then I press my first two fingers to Ember’s temple and concentrate.

The world blinks away. I find myself not in the Umbra, not in the cot, but somewhere I would not be able to recognize if its meaning did not immediately project itself into my mind as sharply as it does Ember’s.

Pressure encases me. Relentless, unyielding. My feet drag in silt, the darkness around impenetrable but for the distant, faint lights winking in and out in pulses of red. Even here, in this realm of dream and thought, the instinct to breathe overwhelms me just long enough for a mouthful of water to rush into my lungs, salt scoring my throat when I swallow involuntarily.

The depths of the ocean seem utterly empty, for a moment. But when I focus, forcing myself to remember how I see through darkness in the material world, I find a set of dragging footprints leading into the distance.

Their path is lined with bones. Great, arcing ribs that grow so thin at the tips that they become nearly translucent, like those of a fish. They reach upward, scarred, snapped, and eaten-through in places, all manner of creatures I’ve never laid eyes upon feasting on the remains.

I force myself to stop staring, despite the curiosity they spark. I can learn about the deep sea later, when Ember’s lucid and Aree has recovered enough to stand on its own again.

I start to follow the footprints. More of the little red lights in the distance disappear with each step I take, until at some point, I realize that they haven’t burnt out or scattered.

They’ve been blocked.

Blocked, by something massive.

It’s a few more minutes of walking later, when the ribs have finally started to shorten, if only by an inch at a time, that I finally reach the enormous something that blocks my path. It’s a dull wall of some matte substance or another, on first inspection, undulating just subtly enough and at a long enough interval that it takes me a while to realize it’s moved at all.

When I reach out and touch it, the pressure of the water disappears. It’s as much a shock to my system as the memory of cobblestones bashing against my head, of steel-toed boots slamming into my chest, of Star’s hands shoving me out of the way when the baton fell--but this time, instead of paralyzing fear, I feel myself swell with rage.

The sea floor is gone, replaced with a vast expanse of nothingness. At the very fringes of my magical periphery, concern begins worming its way in through the cracks of my own focus, glimpses of myself doused in shadow from other people’s eyes invading my concentration.

I grimace, baring my teeth, shunting the thoughts and images from my mind. Ember. I need to find Ember.

Out of the expansive nothingness comes a hiss that jolts almost like a laugh, and I’m suddenly swept upwards in the palm of something huge beyond comprehension. Something to which I am but an ant, something that brings me up and up and up, until I am brought before one mountainous, beady eye.

“You,” it whispers, the reverberations of its voice almost knocking me to my knees, “have no power here.”

The anger in me flares, bolstered by the condescension in its voice. Bolstered by Xavi’s skepticism before we left, by Tieling’s dismissal of my skill, by the townspeople’s distrust and disgust.

Bolstered by my own failure to save Star, too. How much stronger the Flex made me, too late to do anything to stop the inevitable.

And how much everyone underestimates me, just because I am young.

“Let them go.”

The thing holding me, keeping me away from Ember, chuckles that awful, slithering laugh again.

That laugh grates away the last shreds of my restraint.

“I said,” I growl, as flickers of the scene from the eyes of those around me peek in again. Bared teeth, snarling, the black pools of my eyes glaring not at Ember, but away along the chain in the Umbra.

“Let.”

Something snaps.

“Them.”

The eye before me widens.

“Go.”

And the darkness of the void surrounding us welcomes me as I plunge my mind into it, instead of this mocking thing’s conception of me. I feel myself expand, warping as the thing shrinks in my view, hissing and spitting as I grab at it’s other hand, clenched around a flickering flame.

The thing that was once so huge, so vast, so insurmountable, shrieks in fear as I grip its wrist and squeeze, black claws digging into its skin and staining the veins beneath. With its shrieks, the fire in its fist burns brighter, hotter, and finally, finally, I feel Ember somewhere within.

Bug? What are you doing?

Protecting you, for once.

My body--my real, corporeal body, sitting on the edge of their cot--shudders as a shockwave of shadow bursts outward from my core. An infinitely more vast pulse rocks through the mindscape we stand in, and the thing that was clutching onto Ember, locking them away, evaporates into a plume of dust with a shriek that I hear even in the material world.

And then fire overtakes me, and I’m shunted out of Ember’s mind.

I come to with a jolt, yanking my hand away from their forehead as they gasp awake. Almost as soon as the breath enters their lungs, they start coughing, hard and long, curling upright like their very breath is yanking them up with a fist around their neck.

I manage to get up, to stand, to back away, just before their coughing coalesces into vomit that smells like brine.

Autumn rushes to take my place, rubbing at Ember’s back as Gab takes up a perch on the other end of the bed, cooing wordless comforts as he takes their hand in his. While they continue to expel saltwater in great hacks and heaves, Tieling catches my eye from across the room, gratitude and trepidation tangled in his gaze.

Finally, as their coughing subsides, Ember looks up at me with reddened eyes from behind the locs that have escaped their tie.

“What--” Their scratchy, hoarse voice catches on a final cough. “What did you do?”

Somewhere in the distance, there is a screech of rage in the night.

#snip #goddess-touched #the millennium saga #millennium saga spoilers #tag game

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syntheticmortal · 8 months ago

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hi again since my game is coming soon i need some advice how do you handle kinfolk and kinfolk pcs if you run those also the whole thing about lupus and hispo being able to communicate thru form based nuances is a bit confusing i get like barking and maybe like body language but that’s for like super basic info ain’t it

Yo! :D

Everything I say now is about established setting and my suggestions, all of which can be overruled because it'll be your game - in the way I redesign Werewolves for my VTM games to better suit my needs as a GM. Also of note my only experience with WTA is running this current W5 game and reading a fuck ton of old books and forums for inspiration and OC making, but I feel confident in my answer here

Broadly Kinfolk, as the families of Garou and carriers of the Werewolf 'condition', don't work in the W5 system, where Garou are normal people randomly selected through mysterious means to undergo the First Change. So you're going to have to make some decisions about what role Kinfolk take in your game - functionally in old lore they're just humans with an immunity to the Delirium and the ability to maybe have a Garou kid. In the W20 Corebook, and the W20 book Kinfolk: A Breed Apart there's some Gifts that Kinfolk can use but they're very weak - and would need to be modified to W5 (as the way difficulty for rolling was done was very different back then too)

So how do you wanna play Kinfolk in your own game? Do all Garou need to be breeding with Kinfolk to make more Garou and there's no randoms? Is the Kinfolk the most reliable way to make more Garou but still people change randomly? (In old lore that was lost lineages of Kinfolk producing a 1-in-100 Garou kid, but it doesn't have to be here) - and maybe if a Garou, even if born, produces a "random" tribal affiliation like it does in normal W5, so you avoid turning Garou tribes into family lines and ethnicities like in old lore as I remember that was something you wanted to avoid for your own game ^^. Also in W5 the Garou Nation has fallen apart and the Garou aren't coordinating en masse anymore, so where do the Kinfolk fit into that in your game?

Also of note, because they're usually just normal people, Kinfolk are both incredibly vulnerable, taking damage as a human and not a Garou, and unable to engage with the spiritual half of things like enter the Umbra or see spirits. Any Kinfolk PC working alongside Garou is at big risk of both dying if they're in the same fights, and not being able to use the buffs with shapeshifting and powerful Gifts and Rites. (Kinfolk also historically were used like a servant cast, maintaining jobs to fun the Sept, holding houses where Garou could come crash, driving people around and such)

And then there's the Rage. The horror of being a Garou is the horror of being a very very angry monster that keeps killing people and breaking things and trying to make it all worth something - but was what you did in the name of Gaia even righteous? How many people did you accidentally kill? etc etc

For Kinfolk, they experience the horror of trying to be in a relationship with that person. There's a huge power dynamic and at the drop of a pin your spouse, your uncle, your parent, your sibling, or even child, could lose their fucking mind and trash everything, maybe even kill some of the family! Even you! It's a different theme entirely unless you wish to change what Kinfolk means for your game. (Not that I hate the idea of a mixed Kinfolk and Garou Pack, it sounds great, it's just more to think about for the GM)

And that's in addition to them feeling powerless to help or forgotten or even straight up treated like some sort of property by the angry warrior demi-gods that control their lives (this is why there were quite a few Kinfolk villains in old lore, as of course the conservative attitudes of the Garou at large were always a problem for PCs to rail against)

In summary - you need to decide what Kinfolk are going to be in your W5 game, and then it should be easier from there ^^

As for Hispo and Lupus form communication - I allow for simple ideas being shared with mostly body language. "Bad guy over there", "follow me", "I think we should go" etc - it's like Wolves are very good at communicating and THEN these guys are also fully thinking people who might be able to use context clues better than a literal animal. I admittedly don't know as much about how wolves actually communicate

If I've got any WTA people following along with this I invite people to add their own thoughts! ^^

#wta #werewolf the apocalypse #SyntheticReplies

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scarlettaagni · 2 years ago

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Ellipsis Hush

@redacted-metallum illithidposts enough that I just looked them up to see what’s up and now I am diseased. Realized Eclipse DnDified 1:1 would be a failed ceremorph and he’s such a freak and asshole I keep thinking about it

Ordinary city guard “Ellipsis” Hush was shot in the head in the woods on a pursuit and an illithid larva crawled into the wound as he was dying, which brought “him” back but stunted its ceremorphosis, leaving his memories unchanged but also giving him the impression there was nothing after death, which completely broke him as someone seemingly born with Catholic guilt constantly striving to be a good person to his own detriment and now thinking it was all for nothing and that he was just a terrible person the entire time. A self-fulfilling sentiment constantly reinforcing itself since the process also completely eliminated his filters, self-restraint, impulse control, and ability to derive pleasure from anything short of physiological stimuli. A “if this is what I am with no restraint then I was just a monster the whole time, really” sort of situation, along with a “if I’m going to be punished anyways after trying so hard to be a good person then I’ll do whatever the hell I want if it’s all the same”.

Still unclear if “Ellipsis” is the larva with all of his memories or if it's still HIM with brainworm (singular), not that it actually affects anything.

After a few months of hoping that a world shattering epiphany would just fade away and he could be normal and happy again, Ellipsis ran off from his family and all responsibilities to murder (for fun, and food) and loiter and wander all he wishes. He really loves offering to play piano for free at taverns because everyone in his life discouraged him from pursuing a bard class. So legally he’s missing and waiting on being declared dead. “Ellipsis” was a nickname he acquired after the escape for his very long awkward pauses in conversation, and he’s hush-hush about his first name. He also makes up a million names on the fly like Luno Umbra, Eccentra Veil, Isi d'Tranquil, Kal Amar, or Osupa Grave, etc.

Illithids hate him for not being an illithid, and everyone else hates him for being an illithid and separately an asshole. His party hates him too but he's their ride (stole his and his partner’s carriage to live in on the run) and distraction/interrogator. He’s stupidly close to being that Adversary legend illithids fear except he's not full-illithid at all, which somehow doesn’t do much to alleviate these accusations cause he’s the same guy he was pre-ceremorph (which illithids really hate), just a worse person because the promise of an afterlife being ripped out from under you does that.

Despite all evidence to the contrary, Ellipsis completely denies being an illithid in any capacity. He DOES eat brains but insists it’s a choice that has nothing to do with his psionic powers that suddenly started manifesting after his accident. It also just happens to be a coincidence if he doesn’t eat a brain every few weeks or more often he starts feeling real shitty. Also just happens to tap into illithid mind frequencies like someone intruding onto a private radio frequency.

Poor suckers like failed ceremorphs don’t have the tentacles to slurp brains out of skulls so he’s gotta crack those babies open the old fashioned way: incredible violence (with that clawed glove he calls the can opener).

He wanders around, killing random people to satisfy that craving, usually as a result of getting into a bar-fight or accosted for loitering or any confrontation about his other behavior, and keeps the brain-eating detail on a need-to-know basis even if he’s more open about the murder thing. Like the party will have to kill a guy and Ellipsis will drag him away like “I know a guy” and just eats his brain in private and tosses the body down some pit in the woods. The guy he knew was himself.

Ellipsis calls his mind/psionic energy reading ability his brain radio, and can feel growing storms of psionic energy in the environment.

He’s also just some cheesy motherfucker who actually doesn’t like lying because he’s really pissed that life itself is built upon lies and made tolerable only through them, so he’s just shamelessly truthful and blames others for not getting innuendos (blatantly admits to murder but phrases it carefully). To him, lying by omission is not actually lying, everyone else just needs to be more specific and ask more questions. He’ll say aloud he had someone for dinner or regarding an NPC he “talked to outside” and then nobody else ever saw again that he picked his brain, and when his party learns about the brain-eating thing and get big mad, he’s just like “??? I told you, y’all are just dumb”

The man could gaslight a curse into not fulfilling its parameters, he loves fucking around with semantics and definitions to get his way.

That funky fit of his is a slightly cut-up guard uniform from his old city, but a shirt is supposed to go under it. It’s his hot girl summer, so he won’t.

He has a very nice poncho/cape thing he wears over it almost all the time to further conceal himself but it doesn’t want to be drawn right now so that’ll be later

Ellipsis’ face is quite recognizable and his eyes freak people out, so he wears that veil. His eyes are an off-putting icy blue which doesn't totally disconcert people, at least until he tells them they used to be black. The ceremorphosis would have turned them white but it stopped at a light blue.

He has no clue how to answer if asked whether or not he’s undead. He acts like it, but it wasn’t like he was brought back with magic. He was dying... then he wasn’t. That would get you his patented ellipsis...

#nerd stuff #my art #scarletta doodles #OCs #AUs #DnD #Eclipse #Ellipsis Hush #illithid #trypophobia #injury

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tieflinglich · 1 day ago

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sorry not sorry for getting into warframe. the new update put so much love and effort into each character that i really just Love thinking about them.

been thinking about the idea of the drifter finding more comfort and a sense of Home in 1999 while the operator is back in the origin system, normal time, feeling right at home. they can have some video calls / Headspace Meetings to catch up from time to time.

umbra is in 1999 bc drifter is helping him learn to be a person again and he becomes besties with amir over all the arcade stuff. its hand eye coordination and has enough sensory stimulus to keep him engaged, and amir would fucking Love someone else to play games with him and actually be good at them lmao.

would also be a fun tie in to the whole stuff with drifter trying to recover from whatever the fuck went on in duviri, how they coped with the void horrors by just shutting down completely and need to learn how to be a person again as well. how to like Feel things and stuff, that is definitely going to be a constant issue for them when staying in 1999 with the hex.

i want umbra to be able to have time to do shit and have fun, experience things, not just be a warframe. he has free will still. i super think he would love to play games with amir and listen to music with aoi. ESPECIALLY after she was talking about the connection between music and voidtongue. let the hex gain Two members with the drifter and umbra.

I ALSO WANT TO SEE MORE OF HOW OUR RELATIONSHIP IMPACTS THE WHOLE TRANSFERENCE SHIT. THERES SO MUCH IN THERE. I WANT TO SEE MORE.

i saw some clips of the voice lines and i just. i want ot see more. i LOVE the fact that the hex can actually get more freaky and weird when you romance them, it feels like we actually do get close to them and allow them to feel comfortable enough to be honest about their interests and personalities. i wanna see mooooooooore.

#text post tag #yes yes yes more warframe stuff its 1999 again #i dont wanna tag these bc im just rambling but god. i really love this update. they put a lot into it.

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midnight-bay-if · 29 days ago

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I am foaming at the mouth for Umbra, they are so adorable and I need to hold them, I will wrap my spindly body around their's like a koala and never let go, I will play with their hair and give them all of my love possible, I am chewing on the bars of my enclosure desperate to see them again

Haha, me too! And I write them! 😂 Umbra is going to be very confused, but very grateful, for this amount of affection. But they deserve it ❤️

#ask answer #umbra knight

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misguidedasgardian · 9 months ago

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The Lifeaters (I.10)

X. The Housecup

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: It was too good to be true

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, clasism, others.

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Notes: Last chapter of the “season” hehehe

Potter was nowhere to be seen and because of that… Gryffindor had been completely DESTROYED By Ravenclaw… and… putting up the points they both gathered…

You were cheering as the Slytherin Quidditch team raised the Quidditch cup in their hands.

Everyone else looked gloomy, maybe because the team had won with this one eight times in a row! it was great!

You wondered where Potter went

For Draco, it was one of his best birthdays ever! You sang to him happy birthday in the great hall when dessert was being served, and you used a cupcake as a birthday cake. His mother sent him a big one with his owl, and you sang to him again at night in the common room. He didn’t get many gifts, but the promise to celebrate when he was home when the holidays started! You gifted him a picture of the two of you in your Slytherin uniforms.

It was great!

But the next day, in the great hall… everyone was talking about where Potter was.

Apparently the forbidden corridor in the third floor hid a magical artifact, some sort of rock that could give the one that squished it? you didn’t know the details but it was important, apparently professor Quirrel tried to steal it, and of course Potter stopped him, AND… he was some sort of hero… apparently

“And professor Quirrell is dead!”, told Blaise, who managed to always know everything about everyone

“He’s dead?!”, asked Mattheo, surprised, then he sighed in relief, “oh, I owed him like three assignments”, he giggled, and you were horrified

He seemed so nice! And he was around stealing rocks? who knew! so Potter, after fighting him, was in the infirmary, that is why he missed the game, and that is why Ravenclaw “flattened” Gryffindor

But this gave you a sense of worry, next year Harry was going to play too, hopefully you too, so you needed to be better and not count on Potter not being there, you needed to win every game!

You had a new sense of determination.

The last mail entered the hall in that minute, Umbra threw you a envelope with your aunt’s seal in it, and you knew exactly what it was, alongside a small package

There were sweets, taking a page of Narcissa’s book you thought

The letter stated what you already sort of new, congratulations on the passing of exams and winning the Quidditch cup, and also, mentioning your coming trip to France to see your family, you were happy.

Not Draco though, he seemed appalled, he wanted to practice Quidditch all summer

“I’ll be back by the first week in August”, you assured him, while Matthew stole your treats and ate them himself. Everytime you interacted with him, you felt like you wanted to cry, but you didn't want to fight him.

“Well… I’ll bully my parents into going and visit you, your family’s chateau is still in the Loire Valley, right?”

“Last time I checked”, you mocked, and he smiled back, “The gift I got in Christmas came with season tickets, I’ll be attending a few matches for the Quiberons”, you said with a wide exciting smile, “So I can get inspired”, you said proudly

“My dad got us tickets for the Tornadoes”, muttered Draco

“I love Quidditch season”, muttered Blaise

“As soon as I come back, let’s get together and practice”, you said firmly

“Yes”

“What are you going to do this summer?”, it was the question that lingered all over the last week. Everyone had different plans for the three months

You were so happy, winning the Quidditch cup, the House cup, having passed all your exams, looking forward to a summer with your family and then your friends.

It was too good to be true

“After an entire year, finally!”, you said, as you walked into the Great Hall and saw the entire room decorated in Slytherin colors. It was the last feast, you were even wearing your pointy ceremonial hats! which you didn't love

You took your seats near the end of the hall, close to the main table where the teachers were seated.

When Potter entered the room, everyone got quiet just to look at him, some even stood up to see up close, as if he was some sort of freak. You didn’t know the details of what happened in the chamber, but it had the entire school rattled.

Professor Dumbledore stood up, catching the attention of everyone.

Draco didn’t like him, but to you he seemed… like sometimes he gets lost in what he is saying, he always spoke so cryptically, you wondered if he was very clever… or if he was just really old.

"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were... you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts....”, fair example, was he calling you all dumb or something?.

"Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy- two."

Oh how you cheered! you had put in yourself like ten points even after that time you got caught and punished. Draco banged his goblet on the table, you could see the Bloody Baron mocking Half-decapitated Nick.

You personally did not like the bloody Baron, but he was your house’s ghost so… there was nothing to pick.

"Yes, Yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account.", oh the cheering stopped really suddenly

Was he going to tell the entire school Draco and you lost the school points? perhaps they didn’t discount them yet… What if? that you had committed something so outrageous that he was going to publicly humiliate you… only to make you an example?

No way, Potter and his friends had been caught too, right?

"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes…”, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. "First… to Mr. Ronald Weasley..."

You and Draco changed looks

"...for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points". Now it was the Gryffindors’ time to cheer, rattling the table, "Second… to Miss Hermione Granger... for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.", what did that even mean? you couldn’t understand it, "Third… to Mr. Harry Potter..." said Dumbledore, “for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."

You tried to count, you didn’t even know… but…

The Gryffindors were being so loud it was hard to think… were they tied with you now?. Dumbledore raised his hand, the room went quiet suddenly

"There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore, smiling.

“No…”, you whined

"It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."

You had to cover your ears after the Gryffindors exploded

"Which means we need a little change of decoration.", he clapped his hands and the entire room went from being beautifully Green and Silver… to boring Red and Gold

The serpent vanished to be changed by the Lion, and you didn’t even understand what was going on! why? What happened? Was that even fair? they broke thousands of school rules, they went to that prohibited place… and you were so frustrated you growled.

Well, at least you had the Quidditch cup! even though you didn’t cooperate for that one… or that much…

You were starting to fear that… instead of taking the Hogwarts express you had taken the Potter express… and because he was in your same year… they were not going to let you come down from it.

The rest of the feast, once your sadness dissipated, was nice, again, it had all your favorites, but it was a magical school, you didn’t think it odd.

You looked around your table, where your Slytherin class was, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad… you were not going to see them in the next three months, and honestly, you were going to feel and be a bit lonely, in your house, with your aunt alone… anyways…

“Don’t be sad Basilik”, Flint was passing by, “next year… other cup to win, and you will be there to help us win the Quidditch cup again, are you?”, you nodded enthusiastically, “that’s the spirit”, and he kept walking, you looked further down the table and Terrence Higgs raised his goblet to you and you felt so nervous all of a sudden

He was the team’s seeker, but your best friend also wanted to be the team’s seeker and there couldn't be two seekers… oh

Well… let the best seeker win, right?

So you tried to push those thoughts from your mind as you kept enjoying the feast

Next year is going to be even better, right?

Right!?

Soon you were packing your trunk, you had to go and pick up Umbra from the Owlery,

The girls were all hyped putting away their own things

“Are we going to have the same rooms next year?”, asked Millicent

“I hope so”, you said lightly, Tracy Davies, who you had barely seen the entire school year, just twisted her mouth, she was more friends with… she was a lone wolf sort of gal.

You had been an only child, you had a family on your mother’s side, far off, but still, but you didn’t have cousins your age, so… you felt very sad to leave Hogwarts and your friends

“I will write to you every week”, promised Draco, “and once Father installs the international floo in our home, i will go and visit you too”

“I don’t think it works that way Dray”, you giggled, as you sat by his side on the train, “but it could be fun”

“Right?” he asked, “Matthew is spending a couple of weeks in my place”

“Why?”, you couldn’t help but ask, you both had been the first ones on the train

“I don’t know”, he answered truthfully, “his family is kinda weird, you know?”

“How so?”, he looked around worried before he leaned in and whispered

“They are purebloods, but because they… keep it in the family”

“What do you mean?”, you asked back, he looked extremely uncomfortable

“They marry between cousins and such”, you didn't find it very weird… many pureblooded families did, “but no second or third cousins”, he corrected, “cousins cousins”

“Oh”, that was weird

“They are this very ancient pure-blooded family, but a couple of generations back, they lost all their family money”, how did he know all this stuff? probably uncle Lucius, “now they are a bit…well…”, he couldn’t keep talking, Matthew himself sat in front of the both of you

“What are you both talking about?”, he asked, he had this bitter look on his face

“Summer, Draco promised he was going to write me all summer”, you changed the subject

“My eagle-owl is just going to have to… cross the ocean”, he said confidently

“Well, technically it's a channel? I think”, you mumbled nervously

“Umbra can surely make the journey, right?”, he asked, you weren’t sure

“Sure”, Matthew had this gloomy look on his face

“Well, me, for one, I do not look forwards to this summer”, he mumbled, maybe he felt like you, maybe in Hogwarts he had more people around than at his home

“Relax, we are going to hang around in the manor”, said Draco, “and with Crabbe and Goyle”

“That sounds nice”, you offered, “and I’ll be back in August”, you said with a wide smile.

As the boys talked, you dedicated yourself to look outside the window, Hogwarts disappearing in the distance. It was a magnificent castle, surrounded by breathtaking views, and looking back at the year, it had been a great year… and… looking forwards to the next one… you were certain it was going to be even better

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