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vvh0adie · 2 years ago

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the sweet shop | myg

pairing: yoongi x reader | type: drabble | words: 2k | rating: 18+/M

Yoongi gets extra clingy and too handsy while you’re whippin’ in the kitchen. And to Jungkook and Jimin’s dismay.

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It’s been a couple of months since Yoongi packed his bags and said goodbye to the city. He can honestly say for once he hasn’t had any self doubts about his emotions when it comes to knowing what he wants out of life. And that thing is you.

He moved all the way to the countryside for you and even put his producing job on the back burner to help his grandma run her farm. He mostly spends his time making local deliveries, but that only allows him more reason to be up under you as he carries your weekly order of strawberries through the back door of your bakery.

He likes coming through the back to avoid the hallowing stares of Jungkook and Jimin who act like they’re your boyfriends. Being able to be your employee should be enough. They don’t have to be possessive. If anything he should be the one harassing them since he’s your true lover.

Once Yoongi makes it to the kitchen door, he turns to the side so that the crates no longer obstructs his view of you standing at the metal countertop, whipping away at cream in your bowl.

He slowly sets the crates down, watching you work, but quickly quirks a brow at how you don't say hi to him. He hates that it gives him a funny feeling inside. Why aren't you acknowledging him? He even brought your favorite fruit. What he would give to feed you again and watch juice trickle down your pouty lips once more.

“___?”

You look up, big eyes glimmering as you smile at him. “Hi, baby.” His heart instantly swells with joy and he feels relief knowing that you’re happy to see him.

You go back to whipping the cream in your bowl as he slowly stalks over, his hands clasped together, taking long strides all while bending over slightly to look at your face. Your brows are knit and your lips are slightly puckered as you focus on the task at hand.

He’s always found the little face you make to be enduring. You love your shop very much and it's evident in how good your pastries are. Since being with you. Yoongi’s gained at least seven pounds because how could he say no to your late night calls for him to come taste test? He’s quite happy with his new look and so is his grandmother, knowing that her lil pup is being taken care of.

And you’re proud of your contribution to his weight gain too, thinking it fills him out nicely -especially his ass. You know you're supplying him with the power he needs to bulk up, so he can use his new found strength in tossing you around before pushing you into the bed to dick you down.

Yoongi comes up behind you and wraps around your waist, interlocking his hands as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His warm breath hits your ear as you giggle but continue working. He watches intently at your wrist work, but it’s not too long that the memory of you jerking him off flashes in his mind.

Taking a spoon from a drawer, you dip it into the cream before putting it in Yoongi's mouth. He hums, eyes squeezed shut as he nods.

“How's the taste?”

“Good, but it’s not you.”

Setting the spoon down, you hit him with the back of your hand as your head dips down in an attempt to hide your giggle. He loves when you get shy and giddy around him; how your face heats up at his praise and touch. He’d give anything to continue for you to be this way with him. And him only.

He watches you add sprinkles to the whip, lightly folding it in. Not putting much thought into it, his hands go under your apron, wanting to feel you closer. He begins rubbing your lower belly, loving how soft you are. He wishes he were cuddling in your bed, lying on your tummy as you ran fingers through his hair.

You hum at his touch when he grips your hips and squeezes before dipping his head to rest his lips on your shoulder as he presses open mouthed kisses onto your exposed clavicle.

Your body is too intoxicating and he can never keep his hands off you. But you don’t mind because you think about his touch everyday. You were quite literally thinking about him a few minutes ago and it seems the universe answered your wish. You love being wrapped in his strong arms and pressed against his wide chest. It makes you feel safe and warm. You never want this feeling to end.

Yoongi needs more of you and so do you. You don't budge when he slightly bends you over the counter to grab the edge of your dress, raising it up so he can cup your clothed mound.

He hides his face on the back of your shoulder, closing his eyes as he rubs a thumb over your cunt. It absolutely drives him wild at the fact that you keep a little patch down there; he thinks it makes you look cute and modest; like he’s the only person allowed to spread you open and see all you have to offer.

He wonders what color your panties are as his other hand wraps under your breasts to pull you into a tighter hug. You continue to work, despite feeling your panties begin to stick to your cunt.

The two of you stay in silence for several minutes, occasionally whimpering when Yoongi's crotch pushes into between your ass as he groans, still shrouded in darkness, breathing in your sugary scent and wanting to get closer to you than physically possible.

“Did you just come to soothe yourself?” You break the silence, prompting him to look at the side of your face. Your expression hasn’t changed as you grab seran wrap and cover the metal bowl.

He only hums in response, turning his head to bury into your neck as his nose brushes against your skin. You can’t deny that you love how clingy he’s being.

“Make yourself useful and put the berries in the fridge.”

“I'm kinda busy at the moment,” he growls in your ear, diving his fingers down to lightly trace your slit before pressing up and rubbing circles into your clothed clit. You brace yourself on the counter with both hands, your head dipping down. The big window exposing the storefront is covered by a metal panel so customs can’t see your boyfriend fingering you but it's not entirely soundproof.

Your head falls back into his shoulder as he moves a plait of your hair out the way to expose your neck, sucking hard and turning you into a whimpering mess with hot bruises all over your skin.

His free hand travels to massage your side as he continues fingering you. And you turn, allowing him to press his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling as a warmth stirs between you and your lips lightly brush.

Your ass arches into his crotch as you lick your lips and gaze deep into his eyes. You've always loved how dark and alluring they become during a lust filled craze.

Yoongi brings a thumb to your bottom lip, pulling down as you slightly open. He knows what your spit feels like coating his cock, but he wants to feel more of your mouth and definitely your pussy clenching around him as you milk him for his cum. He needs you closer.

“Uh, ___?” You two suddenly freeze, distancing yourselves as you hear Jungkook coming down the hall.

“Hi, Kookie.” When faced with him, you give a smile that’s way too cheery for his liking as he looks over to Yoongi who’s turned around, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey, kid.” Yoongi throws a deuce.

“Hey~ What are you doing here?… At business hours?” Kook interrogates, his voice dark with suspicion as he shifts between the two of you.

“Came to drop off.” Yoongi nods towards the crate of fruit before putting his hands in his pocket, looking down to feign innocence.

“Oh,” Jungkook says, sounding unconvinced, afterwards clicking his tongue as he slowly nods back.

“Wassup, Kook?” You tilt your head, giving him a quaint smile.

He slaps the doorframe, stepping further into the kitchen as your heart pounds against your chest.

“Uh, need you upfront. The mayor is here to see you.”

“Oh, okay.” You wipe your hands on your apron, noticing the bunched up fabric underneath as your dress is ridden all the way up. During this whole conversation, you've dreaded Kookie coming behind the counter to see your bare ass on display.

Yoongi on the other hand, has been too occupied staring at said ass and the stretch marks painted into your soft skin. The image of his nails digging into your ass as he rams his cock into your tight pussy has been playing in his mind on repeat. He really wants to know how many spankings you can take before you’re creaming his cock and screaming his name.

“Alright, then.” Kook leaves after staring and making a weird face in Yoongi’s direction.

Curious from Jungkook, you turn around to see Yoongi staring at your plump butt.

“Min Yoongi, could you make it any less obvious?”

“Nope.” he murmurs, emphasizing with a pop as he continues to stare, a smirk spreading on his lips. You can see the wheels turning and you’re afraid he might act on whatever inclination he has to make your kitchen space unsanitary.

“Yoongi, stop,” you whine and his eyes snap to your pouty face. You look so cute begging; the situation could only be made better if you were under him.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He strides back over, hooking fingers into the trimming of your panties on each side to unbunch them. When he lets go, the elastic slaps against your skin as he thinks about it being his hand next time. Then he pulls your dress down, afterwards giving you a smile.

Turning to face him, you lay your hands on his chest. You're so close you could kiss, but it never comes as Yoongi anticipates.

“I need you to leave.” Your voice is sultry and temping. You know what you’re doing.

“Harsh,” he murmurs, looking deep into your eye with a brooding expression as he wraps a hand around yours still on his chest and you bring the other to caress his cheek. You lovingly look at one another; neither of you have felt this way before and you're glad it's with each other.

Yoongi kisses your knuckles as he looks at you through heavy lashes. You feel a flutter in your tummy and your thighs squeeze together. You want him closer too, inside of you, making love.

Without much thought, you wrap around his neck and press a deep kiss onto his lips. Your lips move in tandem as you moan against each other. Slightly parting to taste his inner lip, you’re tempted to do more. But he pulls back, letting out a breath.

“Damn,” he rasps as you giggle. “Yeah, I gotta go or this place’ll become a different kind of sweets shop.” You cover your mouth to hide your laugh as he kisses your temple before heading out.

Yoongi has the biggest grin on his face as he strides down the hall and to the store front. But when he finally makes it, he’s soon met with intense stares from Jungkook and now Jimin, their eyes following his every move towards the door -and still managing to serve customers as they do so.

But unfortunately for them, you’ve put him in such a good mood that he simply waves at the brooding boys, chuckling his way out the door. He doesn't have time to fight with little boys. He knows you’re his to keep and he plans to make sure it stays that way.

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missunderstoodlyrics · 9 months ago

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MissUnderstoodLyrics on Ao3

My canon-compliant series, Through the Ages, chronicles Aziraphale and Crowley's transition from foes to friends and eventually lovers, staying true to the essence of their story while taking a few small detours. Starting with their First Arrangement in 1020, the series continues through present day and into the future.

My Good Omens Human AUs: (all rated E)

Lost and Found

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57054787/chapters/145103314

Former FBI agent turned park ranger Aziraphale Eastgate thought he’d found solace in the quiet forest that was once his childhood refuge. But his peace is shattered when his long-lost friend Crowley reappears after fifteen years, dragging him back into a world he thought he’d left behind.

Now a rock star entangled in the dark underworld of the music industry, Crowley seeks Aziraphale’s help to expose the corruption threatening his life. He claims he's being framed, but can he convince his former best friend and one-time lover of his innocence? Their complicated history looms large, casting shadows of doubt on both of them.

Joined by fierce and dedicated journalist Ana, tech-savvy hacker Newt, and junior park ranger Muriel, the group races to uncover the truth before it destroys them all. As they delve deeper into the conspiracy, Crowley and Aziraphale must confront their past and decide if they can ever truly trust each other again.

The New Road (is an old friend)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54141106/chapters/137083375

Aziraphale, a pastor struggling with his faith, extends a lifeline to Crowley and his infant daughter, Mira, who seek refuge on his church's doorstep.

What begins as a simple act of kindness transforms into a growing connection between the three - each finding something they’ve never had before.

As their friendship deepens, Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves drawn to each other, yet hesitant to disrupt the tranquility of their newfound family dynamic and their relationships within their small town. They both want what’s best for Mira, and that means safety and stability, right?

However, their cautious security is disrupted by outside forces that challenge the foundation of their relationship and force them to confront their pasts, and what they really mean to each other.

The Shared Desk Dilemma

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53068954/chapters/134268547

In the hallowed halls of Eden University, professors Aziraphale Eastgate and Anthony Crowley share a desk but have nothing else in common—except for their knack for outwitting each other with escalating pranks that have the entire faculty taking sides. When the university president, in a desperate bid to restore peace, mandates a team-building retreat, the adversaries find themselves reluctantly sharing a room, and sparks fly.

Crowley can't stand the pompous, irksome Dr. Eastgate, and the feeling appears to be mutual, yet they can't seem to keep their hands off each other.

Trivia Night: A Love Story

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52613875/chapters/133085797

Crowley just moved to the States and has already been roped into the pub trivia competition for all of the King Street businesses, which they take very seriously.

He just wants to work and go home to his cat and his plants, but the promise of free drinks lures him to the first game, where he meets a gorgeous, witty, mischievous angel, and suddenly trivia night doesn't seem quite so bad.

There's a Place for Us

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52285054/chapters/132262846

In 1845 London, Crowley and Aziraphale are heirs to the city's two most powerful families, who are entrenched in an enduring feud. Each possesses invaluable gifts—Crowley, the art of manipulation, and Aziraphale, expertise in decryption and infiltration. Trained as spies and indoctrinated to despise each other since birth, they are tasked with uncovering a shared secret, forced to work together to satisfy their respective families.

As their covert missions unfold, an unexpected, passionate connection sparks, and they find themselves falling fast for each other - but it's a love neither family will abide ...

Love's Alibi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51811915/chapters/130992412

"Gay men cannot be friends. The sex part always gets in the way," Crowley had asserted.

“I guess we aren't going to be friends, then,” was Aziraphale's response.

When Harry Met Sally, but with our favorite duo and smut.

The Haven

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51662077/chapters/130596373

In a vibrant LGBTQ+ youth shelter, A.J. Crowley passionately advocates for mistreated kids, particularly his teenage transgender cousin who is currently under his wing. Enter Aziraphale 'Ezra' Fell, a dedicated social worker, new to town after a bad breakup, aiming to mend broken families. Their paths cross when one of Ezra's cases leads him to Crowley's shelter. What starts as a conflict of ideals turns to a powerful attraction, and they find themselves entangled in a battle risking not only their professional ethics but also the very things they cherish most.

#good omens #crowley x aziraphale #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #fanfic writing #good omens fanfic

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jadienjaystoriesandart · 1 year ago

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The Funny Tall Man

Summary: Scar is just trying to take over a mushroom island, he did not agree to being a baby sitter.

Warnings: Nothing really, this is Fluff and SFW, well unless you count Scar being an evil homewrekcer (literally, he burns homes) and Mother Spore being a mind controlling fae (who low key kidnaps people).

Notes: This is for @sporelings-au and @headless-witch Tags: @riveraryy and @flooflepuff

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HEP found itself working hard most days, as the Mycelium was spreading. Scar sighed rubbing his neck and popping it, his ears drooping down. He picked up another paper and read it over sipping on some tea, the rich flavor was nice. Everything was grown locally, everything in his office was grown by him. Giving the place a very lush feel.

Vines hanged down from the ceiling, the air was crisp and clean, the inside made of a hallowed tree. It was the exact opposite of the mushroom villages with air that was thick with spores. The air was near unbreathable by his people, who seemed to have a clear disdain of the Mushroom Sporelings of Mother Spore.

While Scar himself has no true interest in the island, he had to admit that their encroach onto his territory made him act. Sure the situation had been minor. But Scar wasn’t a push over, and wasn’t going to let the, rather beautiful, Mother Spore think she could just go outside her island.

He gave pause thinking back to the dear Mother of Sporelings. Beautiful she was, but also wicked. Her mere touch wilted all his plants, his babies, making himself prick with discomfort. Top it off in the past she’s kidnap Woodland Fae of his, and... changed them into these near mindless beings with her spores. Making his insides twist at the thought of it.

Scar wasn’t a fool, while he flirted and teased the mushroom fae, he knew not to let her near him for too long. Not to accept anything from her. Tea was nice, even if they never reached an agreement.

Mother Spore was unwilling to release and give back his people, and Scar as a result would not stop burning houses until he made his point clear. Besides, they were making the air near unbreathable in places too close to his kingdom.

Signing the paper and putting it out in the out tray neatly the door opened. He looks up as Bdubs comes into the room. “Scar!.” he said, “The garden section is experiencing some wilting.”

A frown, “Wilting?” Scar echoed bemused, that was rare for his plants to wilt. But as he reached out through the roots he felt the wilting in the area seemed to be spreading. A grimace on his face as he rose and left the room. Heading briskly with his cane clacking on the ground to the garden section.

The Gardens were where he grew most of the food for the main city. Tall fruit trees, small bushes of berries, and vegetables abound in the fields. A place where he was certain Mother was envious of. Perhaps he should make a basket of fresh foods... maybe he could win over the Mother’s favor yet. Bdubs wanted this was over fast, but Mumbo, his second, wanted a little bloodshed done as possible. Mumbo in fact was the spear head of many political meet ups. Even if they bore little fruit.

He frowned as he saw one of the blackberry bushes was indeed wilted, as was the strawberry plants, and the blueberries with them. “How in the world?” Scar looked puzzled as he touched the wilted leaves bring them back to their green glow.

Slowly the plants did heal as his magic poured into them. But Scar noticed one area wasn’t growing at all, as he paused and moved over to the leaves.

“Shhh! He’ll hear us!” “These berries are so good!” “I told you not to touch the bush Ren!”

Pushing them back a squeal was heard as Scar jumped back from a wooden sword to his face. “What in the world!?” Scar yelped as he looked from the sword to an angry red eye glaring at him.

This one looked familiar, as Scar wracked his brain for info, he remembered seeing this little one with Mother. He looked past the very defiant, somewhat fearful, sporeling to see others huddled together in the bushes. One with ears had a mess of blackberry juice around his lips.

“What are you doing here?” Scar inquired as he pushed the wooden sword away easily, much to the tall sporlings annoyance.

“none of your business!” he said in a puffed up brave voice, but Scar easily caught the waver in it.

“We wanted to meet you!” Another said with him, the little girl with the pink dress and fairy wings said with a bright smile.

Scar gave a look crossing his arms, “And wilting my berry bushes is how you greet yourselves?” he asked in a firm voice.

Head hung down at that, they looked guilty. “We’re sorry.” the slim child said with a small voice. “They were just so good looking, we don’t have things like this at home.” he said black eyes looking up at Scar.

The slight anger did fade at that, as Scar grimaced to himself, then sighed heavily as he rubbed his face and eyes. “Alright, come out now, so I can heal the plants, and I'll pick you some more berries... just don’t touch anything.” he said to the small kids. Watching as they all clamored out, and the tallest one eyes him with distrust herding them to the middle of the garden.

Scar shook his head, as he got back to work, healing away the damage done. Smiling softly as he could feel the life returning to the bushes. “Woah.” A tiny head poked over his shoulder as she stared in awe at how the bushes came back to life. “You can grow plants mister!?” she asked looking at him with wide black eyes.

A nod as Scar started to pick some berries, “Yes, one of my many talents.” he chuckled a bit. “Everything here I grew myself.”

This did get the kids to look around in awe finally taking in how tall the trees were, “We don’t have anything like this at home!” squeaked out the slime boy.

“Unless you count Mother’s tall mushrooms.” the one with horns said with a smile.

Scar’s smile fell a bit, right, these little guys hadn’t seen anything green save for when they are near his territory. It also seemed they inherited their Mother’s powers of wilting things.

“I see, well, this is just the section I use to grow fruits, there are place I also grow vegetables, trees for sap, and flowers.” Scar listed off.

“FLOWERS!?” the little girl in pink said in excited, “Can I see!? Please!?” she asked yanking on his tail coat.

A bit startled by her outburst, Scar stared down at her, then to the children who also looked curious. Well, almost all of them, the one eyed child looked annoyed. “I suppose so, first off though,” he looked at each of them, “Names?”

They each listed off their names, Etho, Stress, Ren, XB, Jevin, and Impulse.

“Well, my name is Scar... and I guess I can show you the flower gardens, But don’t pick any of them, The flowers are very delicate.” Scar’s voice was firm as they all nodded, eager giggles and jumping up and down.

Shaking his head and holding back a smile, he had them all hold hands as he lead them along. The flower gardens weren’t that far, and he had no dout they’d be also eager to eat the berries he picked too. Though... “Does your Mother know you guys are here?” Scar asked them with a curious look back at the group.

“Uh... No...?” Ren’s ears flicked down at that.

“We wanted to see where you go to Funny Tall Man!” Impulse said to him with wide eyes. “We... didn’t expect it to take this long though.”

Alarm bells were in Scar’s head, “When did you guys leave the Mycelium territory?” he asked.

Looking at each other confused, it was Etho who spoke up, “When the sun was rising.”

Scar paled a bit; it was nearing the afternoon now! These children had been out of their Mother’s gaze for over 6 hours! Goodness its no wonder they were hungry and looked tired.

“Oh dear...” Scar groaned, no doubt Mother Spore was worried sick for them. Look, he might be in a war with her, but he was against using children in a war. Pitching the bridge of his nose, Scar took a breath, he’ll pen a letter to the Goat Father and Mother Spore. This was not going to look well at all, but he also didn’t want to send these kids back to walking on their own! They were lucky they ever found his area and didn’t get lose in the Wildwoods Forest!

Scar’s thoughts were broken as he heard Stress gasp, “Flowers!” she squealed rushing over, Scar quickly stopped her from grabbing on. Shaking his head firmly as she blinked and looked sad but nodded.

Quickly though, Stress bounced back, “What are these ones called?!” she asked excitedly looking at the pretty purples and pinks.

“Orchids, they are very delicate flowers and very picky flowers too.” Scar told her, “They don’t like to grow for just anything, the conditions have to be right.” he said. Setting up a blanket on the gorund and the basket of fruits for the kids. Which they all quickly moved to sit down as Scar also got some water from the spring nearby.

It was burning up today, no doubt they were thirsty. He took a breath to keep from fretting, these were Mother’s children, if a hair was harmed on them it’d be his neck. He was looking for a fight, not death.

Stress ran over to another that Jevin was looking at, “Frogs!” the slime boy said picking up a white frog that squirmed in his grip.

“Yes, I have quiet a few of them.” Scar said then turned, “Ren don’t lick a frog please.” he told the wolf looking sporeling. Ren froze with his tongue out, and carefully let go of the green frog with a pout.

“What are these flowers called mister tall man?” Impulse asked looking at the ones in the water that were white.

“Lilies, these ones grow on pads that the frogs can use to stand on.” Scar told them, “See that stem under them, it’s goes all the way down to the bottom of the pond and is rooted into it.” he explained.

He watched as their eyes seemed to be filled with wonder, Stress rushing form the pond over to XB near a large tree, “What’s these!?” she asked pointing to the waxy leave tree with pink and white flowers.

“Magnolias,” Scar told her, “They are ever greens, meaning they don’t shed their leaves in the fall like Mape or Oak tress, but rather shed them year-round, they also come in colors of pink and white.”

XB picked up one of the dead leaves on the ground feeling it’s waxy coating with curious eyes.

Taking his hand, Stress lead Scar over to Etho and these tall yellow flowers, “What are these flowers?” she asked.

“Black Eyed Susans, and the tall ones in the back are Sunflowers.” Scar went over to a small machine near the sunflowers and held out his hand. Out came some seeds that were toasted, “Here.” he handed the two some. “Sunflower seeds are edible.”

Etho looked wary, but did take some, and after seeing Stress try some, he ate a few too. “Their salty.. but crunchy.” he said looking at the rest.

Scar nodded, “They are a good snack, but make sure you drink water as they are rather salty.” he agreed, smiling warmly at Etho.

“Mister Tall Man?”

Scar turned, “yes?” he inquired curiously walking over.

He looked to see Ren pointing to some plants, “These ones don’t have flowers.”

Walking over to Ren, Scar nodded, “Sometimes they do, but not right now. These are herbs. The purple flowered ones are Lavender, the large leave ones that are bumpy is Sage, the dark green ones here is Mint.”

Stress peered at them, “Well what are they used for?” she asked watching Scar pluck off a few leaves and flowers.

“A variety of things, potions, medicine, rituals, even just to make some cooking stuff taste better, or just your house to smell better.” Scar let her smell them even if the tip wilted, “Jellie loves Lavender.”

Giggling Stress sniffed again, “It smells so nice!” she looked very happy as Scar couldn’t help but smile.

They went around looking at whatever caught the kids eyes, Lily of the Valley, Roses, Zinnias, Cosmos. The vining plants of Moon Flowers, Purple Passions, Morning Glories, along with other herbs such as Dill, Thyme, and Rosemary.

And wrangling them back to take a break and eat something as Scar penned a letter and sent the bird on it’s way to find Mother Spore. The kids were luckily well behaved enough, if Scar had to stop Ren from pouncing on his tail and biting it. they obeyed his rules of don’t touch unless he gives permission. Jevin had fun catching frogs and other creatures, he suppose it was good he couldn’t kill the animals.

Scar answered any questions they had about plants, within reason, mostly they asked about flowers and herbs. Perhaps it did break his heart a bit that these children had never seen green grass, blue skies, or plants this abundant. Nor could they touch them.

It made him wonder how anyone could be happy as a Sporeling. Mumbo spoke little of it, even if he still cared for them, it was clear he had no interest in going back. Scar couldn’t say he blamed him, who would want ugly purple grass and only fungus growing around!?

He watched as the children did curl up and started to fall asleep. Etho fought it off for a long time before he cuddled with Ren resting. Scar took a breath, and petted Impulse’s hair watching the sun turn to evening time, and waiting for news from Bdubs on when Mother would come to collect her children.

He can’t say it was a bad day, Scar adores it when people are interested in in awe of his amazing terraforming skills. Even if these children had technically escaped form home and broke into his base. Shaking his head, Scar waited silently.

This was going to be a long talk with Mother Spore, but he would assure her they were fed and well taken care of. And hope she didn’t try to kill his whole garden!

Little did Scar know Mother would be quiet calm about the situation, and might even be curious about flowers herself.

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Notes: If you guys want a oneshot of Mother Spore’s reaction and conversation with Mayor Scar then let me know. Other wise take your fluff!

Scar and Grian are both evil idiots in this one, and both had good and bad reasons for wanting this war.

Up to Witch if it wants this to be canon.

Anywho cute sporelings whoo! (Sorry it was a little rushed at the end it’s 10pm here XD)

#sporelings au #fanfic #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #hermitcraft season 7 #mayor scar #mother spore #gtws #impulse #stress monster #Jevin #Renthedog #xbcrafted #Ethoslab #SFW #fluff #wholesome

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cosmiischillin · 8 months ago

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Jackie | Twilight Town (Ruby Gloom AU)

A witch from the famous New Hallows City, Jackie Olivia Lantern is a master of her craft: Plants. She is usually accompanied by her pumpkin pets. Monsters and humans can see her up in the night sky flying with her broomstick Salem.

Very very fun fact, Jackie was the first ever OC I ever created! She had such a huge revamp back when I first made her when I was 9. I went with more pumpkin parts for her so in the dark, her eyes and mouth glow like a jack o lantern

#TwilightTownAU #ruby gloom #rgau #2000s cartoons #2000s nostalgia #Ruby gloom oc #fan character #original character #witchcraft #witchblr #witches #witch oc #halloween #digital artist #digital art #black artist #blerd

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liwaywaydreamer · 1 year ago

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Flower of Evil (Teaser)

(Time travel au, BTS x Serialkiller!reader)

Synopsis: You live a routine life. You spent your days attending the sick and nights stalking the equally demented. This was the life you were accustomed to, the life of a serial killer with a pediatrician's facade. A simple life that you are content with. But what happens when life wants to spice things up?

A serial killer hunting down a serial killer. Now, isn't that fun?

Pairing: BTS x reader

Warnings: inaccurate portrayal of history (I’m too lazy to try and be accurate), will have deaths, will talk about details of murder A/n: I really wanted to try and write this but in the process of writing, I thought that I might be too ambitious for this so this might be a short series? In writing this, I was heavily inspired with miss Bibbykins’ stories (check her out and all her stories, she’s amazing). Her kind of storytelling feels different to the traditional way of storytelling where instead of chapter 1, 2..., she writes as if she endulges herself to write the parts she wants to write instead of focusing on the traditional way of writing and to me, I really like that.

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One Night in a Strange City

Meanwhile, gentlemen of refined stature donned impeccably tailored suits, their slicked-back hair exuding an air of sophistication. Eager to captivate the attention of the fair ladies present, they engaged in a subtle competition of charm, each endeavoring to secure the privilege of a dance partner for the evening. Their eyes sparkled with anticipation, their smiles carrying a blend of confidence and hope, as they sought to impress and enchant.

This lavish gathering epitomized the culmination of a productive day, a celebration designed to transcend the weariness of the present and welcome the promise of a prosperous tomorrow. Within the ballroom's hallowed walls, the elite basked in the allure of their elevated status, indulging in the pleasures that wealth and privilege afforded them.

Across the well-lit room, a cluster of gentlemen huddled discreetly on the balcony, their forms illuminated by the soft glow of the room. In hushed tones, they exchanged murmurs of intrigue and veiled envy. "I say, have you heard of the latest acquisition by the esteemed Lord Min?"

To be continued...

(Hopefully, I finish editing soon.)

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swordbisexual · 22 days ago

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When Gale Dekarios ends up in Baldur's Gate on sabbatical, guest lecturing at the city's university and only counting his fellow coffeeshop regulars amongst his friends, he knows something has to change. Perhaps he'll make himself anew; perhaps he'll meet someone and be able to keep them at an arm's length, unlike his last relationship, and every relationship he's had. All Hallow's Eve was once a time of turning over a new leaf. He's perfectly capable of turning over his own. But then, he meets Vissenta. -- Modern AU. Self-indulgent. All of our favorites, being the disasters they are, with stakes that feel about as high as the end of the world.

#lets... fucking... go?????#back in the building etc #oc: vissenta #bg3 #bg3 fic #gale dekarios #deathweave #my writing

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yourdeepestfathoms · 6 months ago

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The Ringmaster's Guide

a character guide for my TADC Dungeons & Dragons AU! this was originally gonna be the characters in the same universe, just LARPing the game, with Caine making the terrains and magic and stuff, but then i actually started thinking of backstories for everyone. so now it's a real AU in the DnD universe! (there's no exact full, fleshed-out plot line, and the fics i'm gonna write with this are gonna be random events!)

this guide contains stuff like the gangs' races, classes, designs, abilities, and some fun backstory tidbits ;)

(also even though they're not playing the game, i still included the stats, skills, and some written game mechanics for the vibes!)

RAGATHA

Race: Aasimar (Protector)

Class: Cleric (Order Domain)

Feats: Inspiring Leader, Great Weapon Master, Tough

Resistances: Radiant, Necrotic

—

Mother bear…

Oh, mother bear…

Where has thou cub gone?

—

STATS

HP: 135

AC: 20 (Mithral Plate)

SPEED: 30 ft. walking, 30 ft. flying

STR: 19 (+4) | DEX: 17 (+3) | CON: 18 (+4) | INT: 16 (+3) | WIS: 20 (+5) | CHA: 17 (+3)

Saving Throws

STR: +4

DEX: +3

CON: +4

INT: +3

WIS: +9

CHA: +7

Senses

Passive Perception: 19

Passive Investigation: 13

Passive Insight: 19

Skills

Acrobatics: +3

Animal Handling: +5

Arcana: +3

Athletics: +4

Deception: +3

History: +3

Insight: +9

Intimidation: +3

Investigation: +3

Medicine: +9

Nature: +3

Perception: +9

Performance: +3

Persuasion: +7

Religion: +7

Sleight of Hand: +3

Stealth: +3

Survival: +5

—

Wings like silver, slicing through the sky. Twisting, turning, as graceful as a starling. A dance between earth and sky, a ballet of feathers and air, where gravity’s pull was but a distant memory when up so high.

A tiny squeal of joy. Shining eyes casting downward. Shimmering eyes looking up.

“Aww, look at you,” she coos to the infant bound to her chest by soft fabric. The baby’s little wings, still covered in fluffy down, are extended fully and flapping gleefully.

The mother laughs. “Do you think you’re flying?”

“AH!” her infant shouts, wings flapping harder.

Another laugh. She brushes her fingers over her child’s cheek, then looks to the horizon. “One day, this will all belong to you.”

—

WEAPONS/SPELLS

Weapons

- Vicious Glaive

- Crossbow

Spells

- Cantrip: Guidance, Mending, Resistance, Sacred Flame, Spare The Dying

- 1st Level: Command, Guiding Bolt, Heroism, Inflict Wounds

- 2nd Level: Hold Person, Spiritual Weapon, Warding Bond, Zone of Truth

- 3rd Level: Mass Healing Word, Revivify, Slow

- 4th Level: Banishment, Compulsion, Locate Creature

- 5th Level: Dominate Person, Flame Strike, Greater Restoration, Hallow, Mass Cure Wounds

- 6th Level: Blade Barrier, Heal

—

The city in the sky is divine and shining. The sky is clear and a crisp blue, not a cloud in sight. Other Celestials dart to and fro, all of them radiant. She sits in the soft grass of one of the many parks, watching as her child toddles around. A guitarist is playing nearby.

It’s peaceful.

—

CLASS FEATURES/RACIAL ABILITIES

Class Features

Voice of Authority- Ragatha is able to invoke the power of the law to strengthen an ally’s attack.

Order’s Demand- By raising her holy symbol, Ragatha can charm an enemy through exerting her presence over them.

Destroy Undead- If the will of an undead enemy fails against Ragatha casting Turn Undead, they are destroyed.

Embodiment of the Law- If casting a spell of the Enchantment school, she can quicken the casting time.

Divine Strike- Ragatha can deal an extra bout of Psychic damage upon hitting an enemy.

Divine Intervention- Ragatha can call upon her deity for aid.

Racial Abilities

Healing Hands- Ragatha’s very touch is nurturing and life-giving. She is able to draw from a wellspring of gentle energy to heal people for a certain amount.

Darkvision- Ragatha can see in the dark.

Celestial Legacy- Ragatha can cast the Light and Daylight cantrip at will.

Celestial Revelation: Radiant Consumption- Ragatha is able to unleash her full Celestial might on those who dare to test her. A bright, seething light pours from her eyes and mouth, and her very body acts as a beacon, radiating this same searing light in a radius. Any enemy who gets too close is scorched by this holy glow. All weapon attacks do extra Radiant damage.

Flight- Ragatha is able to fly with her angel wings.

—

Hunger.

The whisper of the woods.

A hulking beast - clawing up her insides, biting at her ribs.

—

DESCRIPTION

Background: Acolyte

Languages: Common, Celestial, Primordial, Elvish

Alignment: Lawful Good

Inventory

Money: 100 GP

- Alms Box

- Amulet (Holy Symbol)

- Baby Blanket

- Bag of Holding

- Blanket

- Box of Incense

- Candle

- Censer

- Crossbow Bolts

- Crossbow, light

- Photograph of her and a small child

- Prayer Book

- Rations

- Reliquary

- Shield

- Tinderbox

- Vestments

- Vicious Glaive

- Waterskin

Aasimar are well-known for their beauty, and Ragatha is no exception. She’s a well-built woman, bearing great muscles for someone of her appearance. Her skin has a lustrous sheen to it. Growing within her curly red hair are shimmering feathers of white-blue. An ethereal light glows in her black left eye, and the right probably would be the same if it weren’t for the fact that it’s been seemingly scratched out; a seething red scar extends down that side of her face, as though she had been struck by a bladed weapon.

Large, feathered wings extend from her back. They’re a beautiful silver-white color, fading to gradients of blue at their tips.

Strangely, she has sharper teeth and nails than would usually be seen in an Aasimar.

A red blemish, some kind of burn scar, encircles her throat, never to truly heal.

—

Blood in her eyes. Blood in her mouth.

Stinging, burning. Vicious pain, and yet the hunger and rage dominate everything.

So many eyes, watching.

Circling - a trapped beast.

Somewhere deep within, a voice screaming, “STOP IT! STOP!”

—

OTHER

- Lycanthrope (werebear)

—

Mama Bear,

Mama…

Please come home soon.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

JAX

Race: Tiefling-Harengon

Class: Rogue (Thief)

Feats: Shadow-Touched, Mobile, Gunner

Resistances: Fire

—

A fey bathed in infernal fire. Tainted, scorched. Searing flames burning inside and out.

—

STATS

HP: 63

AC: 15 (Leather Armor)

SPEED: 40 ft. walking

STR: 13 (+1) | DEX: 20 (+5) | CON: 10 (+0) | INT: 12 (+1) | WIS: 11 (+0) | CHA: 16 (+3)

Saving Throws

STR: +1

DEX: +9

CON: +0

INT: +5

WIS: +0

CHA: +3

Senses

Passive Perception: 10

Passive Investigation: 15

Passive Insight: 10

Skills

Acrobatics: +9

Animal Handling: +0

Arcana: +1

Athletics: +1

Deception: +11

History: +1

Insight: +0

Intimidation: +3

Investigation: +5

Medicine: +0

Nature: +1

Perception: +0

Performance: +3

Persuasion: +7

Religion: +1

Sleight of Hand: +12

Stealth: +12

Survival: +0

—

She tried so hard to raise him to be a good boy. But she always knew he would follow in his father’s footsteps.

—

WEAPONS/SPELLS

Weapons

- Rapier

- Daggers

- Shortbow

- Revolver

Spells

- Cantrip: Thaumaturgy

- 1st Level: False Life

- 2nd Level: Darkness, Hellish Rebuke, Invisibility

—

The smell of fire and brimstone. Ash dusting purple fur to black. Licking embers off his lips.

—

CLASS FEATURES/RACIAL ABILITIES

Class Features

Sneak Attack- Jax is able to deal extra damage on attacks he has Advantage for.

Thieves’ Cant- As a Rogue, Jax can speak a language only other Rogues know.

Cunning Action- Jax’s agility allows him to make certain actions sooner than his allies would be able to.

Fast Hands- Jax can use an item as a Bonus Action instead of an Action.

Second-Story Work- Jax can climb faster than his allies.

Uncanny Dodge- When Jax can see the attacker who has hit him, he can half the damage.

Evasion- Jax is able to avoid taking damage from certain attacks if they require a Dexterity Saving Throw.

Supreme Sneak- As long as Jax doesn’t use half of his movement, he has Advantage on Stealth checks.

Reliable Talent- Jax is able to make the dice fall a little more in his favor.

Racial Abilities

Darkvision- Jax can see in the dark.

Hellish Resistance- Jax is resistant to Fire damage.

Infernal Legacy- Jax innately knows the Thaumaturgy cantrip and the Hellish Rebuke and Darkness spells.

Lucky Footwork- Just because he doesn’t have the rabbit legs of his Harengon mother doesn’t mean this fella isn’t dextrous. When he slips up or stumbles, Jax’s quick reaction time gives him a chance to steady himself.

Hare-Trigger- Jax’s fast rabbit reflexes sometimes allow him to strike first in combat.

—

Too fast for the guards. Too quick for the dogs to catch. Any lock can be broken, and no chains can hold him down for long.

—

DESCRIPTION

Background: Criminal

Languages: Common, Thieves’ Cant, Infernal

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Inventory

Money: 250 GP, 300 SP, 50 CP

- Alchemist's Fire (5)

- Arrows

- Bag of Holding

- Ball Bearings (bag of 1000)

- Beads of Fireball (10)

- Beads of Force (5)

- Bell

- Candle

- Crowbar

- Dagger (2)

- Deck of Many Things

- Grenade, Magical (3)

- Grenade, Smoke (5)

- Hammer

- Icon of Greed

- Lantern, Hooded

- Oil (flask)

- Piton

- Playing Cards

- Poisoner’s Kit

- Potion of Haste (3)

- Potion of Greater Healing

- Pouch of Gemstones

- Rapier

- Rations

- Rope (50 feet)

- Shortbow

- String

- Thieves’ Tools

- Tinderbox

- Vial of Acid (5)

- Waterskin

Anyone who looks at this guy can tell that he’s a hybrid. He’s a tall, lithe young man with a regular humanoid build. His entire torso is covered in thick purple fur that extends to his elbows on his arms and to his thighs on his legs—below that, it’s darker purple skin. Instead of rabbit feet, he has hooves, and his fingernails are sharp claws. Tufts of fur sprout from the base of his long tail, which ends in an arrowhead, before it tapers off to regular skin. His head is completely furry, and he has both the iconic rabbit ears and black horns that curve back over his scalp.

—

Every jail cell looks the same after a while. None are impressive. And they’re all so easy to get out of.

—

OTHER

- Son to the Demon of Greed

- Criminal of the state

- Wanted for several crimes

—

Chained to a wall. Slated for execution. Death by beheading.

Ha.

That’s cute.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

ZOOBLE

Name: Zooble

Race: Simic Hybrid

Class: Barbarian (Path of the Totem Warrior)

Feats: Savage Attacker, Sentinel, Slasher

Resistances: N/A

—

They were someone, once. Normal skin. Normal hair. All their fingers and toes. All their teeth.

But that was a long time ago.

They can’t even remember their name.

—

STATS

HP: 137

AC: 19 (no armor)

SPEED: 40 ft. walking

STR: 20 (+5) | DEX: 16 (+3) | CON: 19 (+4) | INT: 10 (+0) | WIS: 13 (+1) | CHA: 9 (-1)

Saving Throws

STR: +9

DEX: +3

CON: +8

INT: +0

WIS: +1

CHA: -1

Senses

Passive Perception: 11

Passive Investigation: 10

Passive Insight: 11

Skills

Acrobatics: +3

Animal Handling: +1

Arcana: +0

Athletics: +9

Deception: -1

History: +0

Insight: +1

Intimidation: +3

Investigation: +0

Medicine: +1

Nature: +0

Perception: +1

Performance: +3

Persuasion: -1

Religion: +0

Sleight of Hand: +3

Stealth: +3

Survival: +1

—

For a long time, it seemed that they were going to waste away. Life was harsh, and their money was scarce.

And then, they found their way to the great bronze city.

Everything changed when they stepped through those giant gates.

To this day, they still don’t know why they caught the eye of those aristocrats, but they were offered a job. It would give them housing and paid well.

But there was a catch, of course. Two of them, to be precise. Everything came with strings attached. Nothing was ever that good.

Surprisingly, though, they found themself not minding these “conditions.” If anything, it sounded interesting.

And they did pride themself in their high pain tolerance.

—

WEAPONS/SPELLS

Weapons

- Greataxe

- Handaxe (2)

- Javelin (4)

Spells

- 1st Level: Beast Bond, Speak With Animals

- 5th Level: Commune With Nature

—

Ow. Ow. OW.

It hurt worse than they were expecting, but the enhancements fit just right. They did well.

They’ll be fine.

They’re strong.

—

CLASS FEATURES/RACIAL ABILITIES

Class Features

Rage- Zooble is able to enter a Rage in battle that makes them resistant to Bludgeoning, Piercing, and Slashing damage.

Unarmored Defense- Zooble’s AC is higher when not wearing armor.

Reckless Attack- Zooble can choose to attack heedlessly, giving them an Advantage on the hit, but also giving all enemies Advantage to hit them.

Spirit Seeker- Zooble has an attunement with the natural world. They are able to cast Beast Bond and Speak With Animals as ritual spells.

Totem Spirit: Bear- Zooble has picked the bear as their Totem Spirit. While in a Rage, they are resistant to all damage except Psychic.

Fast Movement- Zooble’s movement is boosted by ten feet when not wearing heavy armor.

Aspect of The Beast: Elk- Zooble has chosen the elk as their animal aspect. Party travel is faster than it usually would be.

Feral Instinct- Zooble’s might allow them to attack quicker in combat.

Brutal Critical- Through sheer savagery, Zooble can increase the damage done to an enemy.

Spirit Walker- Zooble can cast Commune With Nature as a ritual spell.

Relentless Rage- Zooble’s fury urges them forward. When they otherwise would have fallen unconscious, if in a Rage, Zooble can cling on for just a little bit longer to keep fighting.

Racial Abilities

Animal Enhancement- As a Simic Hybrid, Zooble has had new body parts added to them to make them more powerful.

Manta Glide- Zooble has ray-like fins on their back that allow them to glide and fall safely, though they can’t fly with them.

Grappling Appendages- Zooble has an additional pair of appendages growing alongside their arms, which they are able to grapple and attack enemies with.

Darkvision- Zooble can see in the dark.

—

All around them, they’re being watched. So many people, so many more eyes.

The sun is high in the sky. The walls around them gleam. The sand of the coliseum floor is warm beneath their feet.

In their hands, they heft their greataxe, then charge forward.

This will be easy.

—

DESCRIPTION

Background: Champion

Languages: Common, Elvish

Alignment: Neutral

Inventory

Money: 10 GP

- Bedroll

- Greataxe

- Handaxe (2)

- Mess Kit

- Rations

- Rope (50 feet)

- Tinderbox

- Torch

- Waterskin

Zooble is a bit of an anomaly, as many Simic Hybrids are. Their body is a strange clash of bits and parts, like they’re a puzzle made of pieces from other puzzles.

Their torso and right arm are humanoid—and those are pretty much the only normal things about them. However, their torso is mottled in orange and yellow for an unknown reason. Their left arm is similar to that of a crustacean’s, red in color and ending in a large claw. Their left leg is hooved, while their right leg is that of a bear’s, both having come from their Totem Spirit rather than from being a Simic Hybrid. Two appendages, similar to the arms of a praying mantis, extend from their back. Also on their back are two fin-like membranes that are almost like wings, allowing them to glide.

They constantly wear a helmet that they rarely ever take off. The helmet is grated in the front and has two horns curving out from the top.

—

Fighting. Training. Growing stronger and stronger.

More battles. All victories.

They’re called a champion.

No one can make them fall.

They will never lose.

—

OTHER

- They were something great. Once.

—

It’s their first time tasting blood, and it is a rank venom in their mouth.

Their body aches all over. They can barely move their limbs—if they’re even still attached to their body. It’s difficult to tell.

All around them, the forest is buzzing with noise, and yet all they can hear is their own shallow breathing and the echoing roar of a crowd, slowly fading out…

They should have died that day. Their injuries were grievous. But fate had other plans.

Something in the forest stirs. Like those aristocrats, it saw something inside of them. So, it approaches, tentative and slow, then accepts them in its embrace.

Infused with the vitality of the earth and its kin, they stand.

They will never lose again.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

GANGLE

Race: Plasmoid

Class: Druid (Circle of Stars)

Feats: Healer, Elemental Adept, Mage Slayer

Resistances: Poison

—

Bright light.

A roll of thunder.

Pain pulsing through every inch of her body.

“Yes! YES!”

Awakened.

—

STATS

HP: 87

AC: 15 (Leather Armor)

SPEED: 30 ft. walking

STR: 10 (+0) | DEX: 14 (+2) | CON: 14 (+2) | INT: 16 (+3) | WIS: 17 (+3) | CHA: 12 (+1)

Saving Throws

STR: +0

DEX: +2

CON: +2

INT: +7

WIS: +7

CHA: +1

Senses

Passive Perception: 13

Passive Investigation: 13

Passive Insight: 17

Skills

Acrobatics: +2

Animal Handling: +3

Arcana: +7

Athletics: +0 (Advantage)

Deception: +1

History: +3

Insight: +7

Intimidation: +1

Investigation: +3

Medicine: +7

Nature: +3

Perception: +3

Performance: +1

Persuasion: +1

Religion: +3

Sleight of Hand: +6

Stealth: +6

Survival: +3

—

The tower is nice. The woods outside of it are even nicer. So many animals. So many flowers.

It’s a shame she can’t stray very far.

—

WEAPONS/SPELLS

Weapons

- Scimitar

Spells

- Cantrips: Druidcraft, Magic Stone, Mold Earth, Produce Flame

- 1st Level: Cure Wounds, Entangle

- 2nd Level: Flame Blade, Heat Metal, Moonbeam

- 3rd Level: Call Lightning, Conjure Animals

- 4th Level: Polymorph, Stoneskin

- 5th Level: Antilife Shell, Mass Cure Wounds

- 6th Level: Primordial Ward

—

Elf ears. Marigolds. Shriveled bat wings. Powered flame. A piece of a unicorn horn.

She enjoys watching the cauldron be mixed around and around.

—

CLASS FEATURES/RACIAL ABILITIES

Class Features

Druidic- Gangle knows Druidic, the secret language of the Druids.

Wild Shape- Gangle can shapeshift into animals.

Star Map- Gangle has a special starry map that gives her several different benefits.

Starry Form- Instead of turning into an animal, Gangle can use her Wild Shape to take on a certain kind of Starry Form of her choosing, with each one giving a different benefit.

Cosmic Omen- Gangle can consult her star map for omens to predict how an action might pan out.

Twinkling Constellation- Even after she’s already selected a Starry Form, Gangle can change it to something else.

Racial Abilities

Amorphous- Gangle can squeeze through spaces as narrow as 1 inch wide.

Darkvision- Gangle can see in the dark.

Hold Breath- Gangle can hold her breath for up to an hour.

Natural Resilience- Gangle has resistance to Poison damage and to being poisoned.

Shape Self- Gangle can mold and shape her body however she pleases.

—

Her master’s power grows.

As does her worry.

—

DESCRIPTION

Background: Servant

Languages: Common, Druidic, Giant, Ooze

Alignment: Lawful Good

Inventory

Money: 15 GP

- Bedroll

- Calligrapher’s Supplies

- Candle

- Holy Symbol

- Mess Kit

- Rations

- Rope (50 feet)

- Scimitar

- Wooden Shield

- Tinderbox

- Torch

- Totem

- Waterskin

- Weaver’s Tools

As a Plasmoid, Gangle appears much like a blob of slime molded into the vague shape of a humanoid. The pale red ooze making up her body is shaped in a way that makes it look like she’s swathed in ribbon. Within her body, a nervous system can be seen, glowing ever so slightly. Upon her head, she wears a white mask that acts as her face, as it is enchanted to emote and speak.

—

Perhaps it is time to leave.

The forest calls.

—

OTHER

- She was once the servant to a Lich.

—

Freedom.

Finally.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

KINGER

Race: Warforged

Class: Ranger (Swarmkeeper)

Feats: Sharpshooter, Durable, Alert

Resistances: Poison, Disease

—

His kingdom is flourishing.

Within the city walls, life blooms in every crevice. Queenie loves flowers, so he’s covered every possible surface in plant life for her. It really brightens the streets.

They’re happy.

—

STATS

HP: 124

AC: 17 (Scale Mail)

SPEED: 30 ft. walking

STR: 12 (+1) | DEX: 14 (+2) | CON: 18 (+4) | INT: 8 (-1) | WIS: 13 (+1) | CHA: 14 (+2)

Saving Throws

STR: +5

DEX: +6

CON: +4

INT: -1

WIS: +1

CHA: +2

Senses

Passive Perception: 15

Passive Investigation: 9

Passive Insight: 11

Skills

Acrobatics: +2

Animal Handling: +5

Arcana: -1

Athletics: +1

Deception: +2

History: +3

Insight: +1

Intimidation: +2

Investigation: -1

Medicine: +1

Nature: +3

Perception: +5

Performance: +2

Persuasion: +6

Religion: -1

Sleight of Hand: +2

Stealth: +2

Survival: +5

—

He’s down at the stables one day when the marshal comes up to him, asking if they could take a stablehand under their wing to help with the workload.

Weird. He could have sworn he hired a stablehand… But perhaps he’s just thinking wrong. Queenie always says he would lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his neck!

He agrees to the marshal’s request, and a new stablehand is hired.

—

WEAPONS/SPELLS

Weapons

- Longbow

- Quarterstaff

- Spear

Spells

- 1st Level: Cure Wounds, Longstrider

- 2nd Level: Pass Without Trace

- 3rd Level: Conjure Animals, Plant Growth, Water Walk

—

Kinger goes to a bookstore to pick up the newest copy of Queenie’s favorite book series.

“How’s your wife been?” he asks the clerk.

The clerk looks at him oddly. “I’ve never been married.”

Kinger is confused. He could have sworn a young, cute couple ran this store together. He remembered meeting them when they first arrived in his city.

But…

No. He didn’t.

By the next day, he’d forgotten about the clerk’s wife.

—

CLASS FEATURES/RACIAL ABILITIES

Class Features

Favored Enemy- Kinger has expertise on tracking, hunting, studying, and interacting with two creature types of his choice (monstrosities and beasts).

Natural Explorer- Kinger is adept at traveling through certain types of terrain (forest, grassland, mountains).

Primeval Awareness- Kinger can focus on the immediate area around him and try to sense aberrations, celestials, dragons, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead within a 1 mile radius.

Gathered Swarm- Kinger has befriended a swarm of insects that act as his allies and will attack with him.

Extra Attack- Kinger can attack twice.

Writhing Tide- Kinger can focus his swarm around him, allowing the swarm to lift him up so he can hover around.

Land’s Stride- Kinger can move through non-magical difficult terrain without wasting any excess movement.

Hide In Plain Sight- Kinger can camouflage himself.

Mighty Swarm- Kinger’s swarm grows stronger, allowing it to deal more damage.

Racial Abilities

Constructed Resilience- Due to Kinger not having a body of flesh, he has great fortitude that grants him several benefits: resistance to Poison damage and being poisoned, immune to disease, doesn’t need to sleep, doesn’t need to eat, drink, or breathe.

Sentry’s Rest- Instead of sleeping, Kinger can stand or sit motionless doing nothing and gain the same benefits of a rest.

Integrated Protection- Kinger’s body gives him natural protection.

—

It seems like the city is getting smaller.

He and Queenie held their usual Flower Festival the day before, where butterflies would fill the sky in their multitude of colors. But for some reason, it felt like not as many people showed up. He doesn’t know why.

—

DESCRIPTION

Background: Noble

Languages: Common, Draconic, Quori, Undercommon

Alignment: Lawful Good

Inventory

Money: 25 GP

- Arrows

- Bedroll

- Books

- Longbow

- Mess Kit

- Quarterstaff

- Rations

- Rope (50 feet)

- Scroll of Pedigree

- Signet Ring

- Spear

- Tinderbox

- Torch

- Waterskin

- Wedding Ring

Kinger almost looks like a regular man, except instead of skin, he looks to have been chiseled out of marble - a grand statue given life. He has no mouth, and upon his head is a crown carved to always be present. His hands seem like they were broken off somehow, replaced by swarms of insects forming the shape of hands. Butterflies follow him around and are usually perched on his shoulders and head.

—

The sound of singing haunts his dreams. A gentle dire, a murmured beckon. He refuses to sleep, and for a while, Queenie is there to coax him to rest, but then…

Wait.

Who is Queenie?

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OTHER

- He’s strayed far from his kingdom.

—

He’s never been married.

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POMNI

Race: Shifter (Swiftstride)

Class: Warlock (The Void)

Feats: Mounted Combatant, Fey-Touched, Actor

Resistances: N/A

—

Stuffed in a cage, the kitten quivers, pressed into the furthest corner to stay out of reach. She’s crying, hyperventilating. She’s so scared. She wants to go home.

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STATS

HP: 87

AC: 15 (Leather Armor)

SPEED: 40 ft. walking

STR: 5 (-3) | DEX: 18 (+4) | CON: 15 (+3) | INT: 12 (+1) | WIS: 12 (+1) | CHA: 20 (+5)

Saving Throws

STR: -3

DEX: +4

CON: +2

INT: +1

WIS: +5

CHA: +8

Senses

Passive Perception: 11

Passive Investigation: 11

Passive Insight: 11

Skills

Acrobatics: +8

Animal Handling: +1

Arcana: +5

Athletics: -3

Deception: +5

History: +5

Insight: +1

Intimidation: +5

Investigation: +1

Medicine: +1

Nature: +1

Perception: 1

Performance: +12

Persuasion: +5

Religion: +1

Sleight of Hand: +8

Stealth: +4

Survival: +1

—

Bright colors and flashing lights. A calliope is playing happily. Dozens of people fill the stands to watch the show, and she is the main act.

Don’t mess up.

—

WEAPONS/SPELLS

Weapons

- Dagger (2)

- Sickle

- Sling

Spells

- Cantrips: Chill Touch, Eldritch Blast, Fire Bolt, True Strike, Mage Hand, Magic Stone, Prestidigitation

- 1st Level: Bless, Hellish Rebuke, Inflict Wounds, Misty Step

- 2nd Level: Blindness/Deafness, Shatter

- 3rd Level: Bestow Curse, Counterspell, Vampiric Touch

- 4th Level: Blight, Dimension Door, Elemental Bane

- 5th Level: Hold Monster

- 6th Level: Investiture of Fire

—

The lick of a whip dragging its blood-wet tongue across her back. Chains around her wrists, holding her down. A bridle in her mouth, choking back the screams that so desperately want to be heard.

—

CLASS FEATURES/RACIAL ABILITIES

Class Features

Touched By The Void- Sometimes, Pomni’s body will flicker in and out of existence. When this happens, she gains Advantage on Dexterity Saving Throws, causing the attack to phase right through her. Additionally, she has Advantage on Death Saving Throws, but if she were to die, she would be dragged back into the Void and devoured.

Eldritch Invocations- Pomni has a number of eldritch knowledge at her disposal, granting her a number of benefits.

Eldritch Spear- The range of Eldritch Blast is extended to 300 feet.

Agonizing Blast- More damage is added to Eldritch Blast.

One With Shadows- If in an area with dim light or darkness, Pomni can become invisible.

Relentless Hex- Pomni can create a temporary connection with a creature. When connected, she can teleport up to 30 feet towards the creature.

Maddening Hex- Pomni can deal extra Psychic damage by creating a psychic disturbance.

Repelling Blast- Eldritch Blast will move the target back by 10 feet.

Pact Boon: Pact of the Tome- Pomni has been given a Book of Shadows by her patron, granting her three extra cantrips.

Abyssal Field- Pomni creates a sort of field that rips at the veil of reality, opening up a space to the Void in the material plane. Within this field, weak objects crumble away and are destroyed, while everything and everyone aside from Pomni takes damage.

Entropy Awaits- After reducing an enemy to 0, Pomni can thrust their soul into the Void, feeding it and allowing her to regain a number of hit points back.

Mystic Arcanum- Pomni’s patron has bestowed upon her an arcanum, which allows her to gain a higher level spell earlier than she normally would.

Racial Abilities

Darkvision- Pomni can see in the dark.

Shifting- Pomni can take on a more bestial appearance. As a Swiftstride Shifter, when she is shifted, she moves faster than she normally would.

—

Something is wrong. Something happened. The train took too sharp of a turn, and suddenly, she’s falling. Falling. Falling.

She braces herself for impact, for the terrified release of death…but it never happens.

She opens her eyes.

There’s nothing.

Everything is just…empty.

—

DESCRIPTION

Background: Circus Freak

Languages: Common, Abyssal, Undercommon, Deep Speech, Sylvan, Goblin

Alignment: Neutral Good

Inventory

Money: 10 SP

- Book of Shadows

- Component Pouch

- Dagger (2)

- Ink

- Ink Pen

- Little Bag of Sand

- Parchment

- Sickle

- Sling

- Small Knife

- Woodcarver’s Tools

Unlike others of her kind, Pomni isn’t exactly the most ferocious or intimidating—both in personality and appearance. She’s a small, stout young woman—so short that she constitutes as a Small creature. All Shifters resemble some kind of animal, and she resembles a tiger, which is rather hilarious due to the previous mention of her being tiny and pathetic. Weirdly, her fur is red and blue instead of black and orange…but given everything else that’s just been mentioned about her, that’s pretty on-par.

Round little tiger ears poke out of her scruffy black hair, and she has a tiger tail. Her fingers and toes are clawed, and her teeth are sharp. Blue stripes are scored along her upper arms, thighs, neck, and cheeks. The bottom of her feet are padded, making it more comfortable for her to walk around without shoes on, which she usually does. She also appears to be somewhat digitigrade, often walking on her toes (perhaps to look taller?). Her nose is pink like a tiger’s. Her fingers have been permanently stained to a black gradient.

When she’s shifted, Pomni gains a slightly more intimidating edge. Fur sprouts up her limbs and along her back, and her face takes on a more bestial appearance.

There are red blisters around her wrists and ankles.

However, there’s something…weird about Pomni. Something almost…uncanny. Sometimes her muscles will visibly spasm beneath her skin, like they’re alive and want to get free. Sometimes her flesh will ripple. Upon her back, she has a pair of strange, vestigial wings beneath the skin. Occasionally, little black tentacles will sprout from random parts of her body. Two horn buds rise from her crown.

And her eyes…they’re just not right.

—

She doesn’t know how long she’s been down here. Days? Weeks? Months? Years? It doesn’t matter anymore.

She’s alone. All alone.

She’s tried screaming. She’s tried to claw her way out. She’s tried praying to every god in existence.

Nothing.

It’s like the entire world has shut her out.

She always knew there were fates worse than death.

She thinks she may have found the worst.

—

OTHER

- She was once an act in a traveling magical circus that would go around via train on the borders between different planes.

- Aberrant Horror

—

Light. Freedom.

She’s out. She’s free.

But she’s not alone. Not anymore.

Something whispers in her mind. And something writhes beneath her flesh.

She’s scared.

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ostebee · 3 months ago

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Absolutely accidentally started playing Need for speed most wanted and now I need street racer Hornet so badly like...damn. Tiso could be beginner but he's pretty passionate about cars and competition and her...well, she just like to piss off her father and Lurien.

#hollow knight #hk hornet #hk tiso #Hallow-City AU #probably yes

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fair-night-starry-tears · 10 months ago

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For a genderbent villain au. I got inspired by this post, BUT IMMA MAKE IT BETTER

The villainess made her calm walk, staring- no glaring. Glaring at a hero who stood with Yuu and co like no shame. “So….. you brought them here, thinking they’ll help you….. do they even though the truth?” She replied.

Yuu looked at the hero surprised, “truth? What truth?” The woman leg out a tired sigh, clearly enraged to this. “If he won’t utter one word….. I’ll do it”

- rewinding! -

We had a beloved hero, the White Dove, retiring to be a normal person. Her happiness lit the world to eternal joy. We adore our dove. S h e w o u l d n ‘ t h u r t u s.

But all that changed. Someone tragically died. Due to the hero’s negligence that it was swiped under the rug. However, what they didn’t knew. Was that someone was someone husband. Her husband. The man she loved so secretly and married with full intent to be a normal person. She was still baring his child. And it made her snap.

There was a prophecy….. the most kind hearted will stop her heart, and birth a new villain that will leave chaos and destruction in her wake. That villain……

Was her. The prophecy came true. And it was all. His. F a U l T.

- ending -

Yuu stood to the ground in horror. The reason the city always goes to ruins, was because someone negligence destroyed the beloved town. And now. In return. The truth walking epitome of destruction leaves everything in ruins. For the broken heart that still live inside her. Grief filled her mind, then revenge and hatred. Bands of heroes are all mauled and broken, she destroyed everything in her path, and even tarnished names until someone is banished or exiled. But it never filled her heart with content. As it was empty and hallow.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @achy-boo @abyssthing198

#twisted wonderland #twst #marron draws #marrondraws #Desiree Crowley #SuperVillain au #Spotify

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shellyseashell · 28 days ago

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ISLE OF THE LOST (DEMON HUNTER AU)

aaaaand welcome back to demon hunter au lore! finally explaining what the isle looks like. i might make smaller posts of more specific things (living conditions, cultural bits, alliances, gangs, etc.) but today is just an overview. so! the isle is split into three large alliances: the king’s guard, the syndicate, and the shadow court.

the guard (and technically the isle at whole) is led by frollo, who was appointed by beast. their territory is called the city center, the largest area on the isle. they’re split into two sections: silver lane (credit to @leftbehindtorot for the name i think) and vagrant lane.

silver lane is where administrators and soldiers live, as well as prisoners who used to be nobles (or are able to claw their way up there). soldiers live in barracks, but administrators and former nobles live in the few mansions/large houses that are on the isle. they’re very cult like, being run by frollo, and they’re one of the most dangerous neighborhoods on the isle.

vagrant lane is where most of the prisoners live, many of them homeless. it’s a district of crumbling apartments, businesses, and brothels. they’re controlled by a gang called the mercenaries, who are hired by frollo to help the guard. it’s a continuation of the cult: most who join think they can get off the isle by killing enough witches. the gang was formed by gaston and his allies, but control has now been passed to their kids.

the syndicate is the alliance of most magical gangs. they started as a looser alliance of rebels who had been sent to the isle, but not all had fought together in the war and trust was shaky. when harriet and magnus began forming their gangs, they began forming more solid alliances, and soon other gangs joined. now, the total membership (as it stands at the beginning of the series) is: deviltry, sovereign dread, lost revenge, and the hallow’s eve, all gangs run by kids. gangs run by adults include the empress, the owl house, and the underground, but the kids have more power. the hospital is also part of this alliance. their territory covers the south wharfs, shadow lane, halloween town, and boiling lane.

the shadow court, is, well, the demon court. i’m for sure going to make a post about them soon. they’re very scattered, with demon lords (magical villains, like the horned king or maleficent) having fortresses around different points on the isle, usually in the haunted forest that rings the coast. they have one neighborhood: underland avenue. they’re a huge threat. they have one main gang, the wyverns, run by mal. there’s also the jaberwockies, but they tend to stay within their territory. otherwise, the threat comes from armies of the lords.

there are people and gangs who don’t fall into any of these alliances, but most have at least loose connections to one.

#descendants #disney descendants #descendants au #taking back the night #demon hunter au

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shiny-jr · 2 years ago

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noble bell college

You’ve come a long way to end up here in the City of Flower’s prized educational institution. Walk through the hallowed halls and past the stain glass, across the tiles and hear the ringing of the city’s bell of salvation. It appears that the highly regarded student council president has taken a liking to you. Be grateful, because this pessimistic judge does not take kindly to most.

Rollo Flamm

✙ (5,000 follower special) Save. “I’m the only one protecting you from such a dangerous and disgusting world.”

✙ if rollo was in the damnation au

✙ small drabble plus lots of fanart

#navigation #masterlist #noble bell college #twisted wonderland #rollo flamm #twst rollo

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riversimmone · 6 months ago

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Line in the Sand

Line in the Sand - chapter 1

RiverOfTheSand

Summary:

AU GaaSaku. Because war is coming. Because a king needs a queen. And because no-one warned him his most dangerous opponent would be the one warming his bed.

Notes:

Cross-posted from fanfiction.net. Technically. I'm done waiting for my muse and want to post this here on AO3. Please read the tags and read and kudo and comment. I hope you enjoy. :)

End chapter notes:

Thankyou so much for reading. :)

This is a work in progress story you can also find on AO3 and FF.NET.

Enjoy. :)

Chapter One: Enough is Enough.

-o-

Death was such a final affair. It couldn't be undone, bribed away, or blackmailed to disappear. Fighting it was a delay tactic at best, and denying its existence was detrimental and foolish.

It was also, sometimes, the only thing that made sense.

"The king is dead!"

The voice came from outside the mausoleum, but echoed through the building like a doomsday proclamation.

Death made sense.

Except the fact that sometimes it didn't. Sometimes it made no sense whatsoever. He was struggling to understand how he had come to be standing here, looking at this particular coffin, feeling these… feelings; guilt, regret, hatred, love and sheer terror.

What kind of omnipotent being let murderers, rapists and other sundry evil men live, but took away a broken country's last ray of hope? The sky was already darker than it should be at this time of the day, so what was the point? Why was he here, mourning, when so many others deserved it more?

"The king is dead!"

Yes, he'd died this morning; the blood in his bedchambers had yet to be cleaned and the redhead staring at the coffin in front of him could still smell the stench of it, hours after having found the body.

Sabaku no Gaara lifted his arms, his eyes travelling over the lines of the palms of his hands. It all seemed so arbitrary.

"The king is dead!"

He growled. Would someone shut that person up?

The words that echoed within the walls of the mausoleum (despite coming from outside), haunted him and he wished they would just die too.

He had never felt more confused, more foolish for believing that death itself would not touch these hallowed halls. He should have seen this coming. It was his duty to his king, to his family, and to his country.

The king is dead. He reminded himself.

And yet somehow, those four words were more comfort to him than he'd ever felt.

Gaara was still torn, however. He hadn't hated the fool, though the older man had given him every reason to. They were family… once upon a time.

But the children of the Sabaku clan had been scattered to the wind when their country fell into civil war. Who would claim the throne? Who would kill their own flesh and blood to get on that throne? And who would be forced on bended knee?

Ultimately, the answer had been: no-one.

And so the war raged. For three years; for three years their loyalists fought for and alongside the sibling they wanted to see crowned. People died then too. And then the outsiders invaded, taking advantage of the chaotic state of affairs; more death had come to them, and the estranged children were forced to put their disagreements aside to force the invading harbingers out of their lands.

And they won.

Gaara stood stiffly, glaring down at his brother's coffin.

Why did you have to die, stupid fool?

It was Kankuro that the people had wanted when the dust settled, and for once, the trio siblings had sat down and listened to the voices around them. It was Kankuro's cheeky face that was plastered around the royal home, the royal city, and pretty much the entire kingdom. The people didn't even know him personally, but somehow he had the kinder face of the Sabaku children, and they trusted that dorky smile.

Gaara groaned inwardly.

And the truth was, they weren't wrong. He had his foul moods just like anyone else, but Kankuro had been the better sibling – the nice one. Even in the heat of battle; Temari could scare a battalion with a glare and he… Gaara didn't have to try, he just naturally terrified all.

But who would the people want now? And how long would that person hold the crown before they too, were betrayed?

Even now, other nations were circling the borders like vultures, sensing their weakness. How long would it be before death visited them all again?

For three years, Gaara had fought his siblings, thinking he wanted to rule. He might not have been the first born, like Temari, or as well-liked as Kankuro, but there was no denying his power. If he wasn't meant to defend their people with that power, then why had he been born with it?

The gods were laughing at him, he was sure of it; give an ant the ability to conquer every ant hill, but deny him the spoils.

"Gaara!"

Temari's voice broke through his thoughts and the redhead looked up to see her striding into the mausoleum, flanked by two guards. She waved at them and they halted, letting her approach Gaara alone. She looked determined.

"The people are going to riot," she said. "Advisor Yura believes we cannot sit on this; the people will want retribution."

Gaara stared back at Kankuro's coffin. This was not how he had intended to celebrate his twenty-first birthday. It seemed so long ago now, that Kankuro had been slapping him on the back and questioning his sexual orientation, given that Gaara hadn't wed any of the noble ladies yet. He was the only sibling without a significant partner.

I have standards. His monotone reply had been met with a laugh and a giggling confession of his brother's own sex life.

Kankuro's widow crept into his head, and Gaara sighed. He felt sorry for her, mostly. She was too kind hearted a person to do what needed to be done next.

Gaara himself didn't want a kind woman. For most of his life, he hadn't wanted a woman at all (he liked them, but only when they didn't talk). He was twenty-one now, and had never held down any kind of relationship. He'd rarely partaken in sex and still had little idea what he was doing – which only added to his desire to avoid sexual situations. He found it too hard to let everything go and open himself up in front of anyone without the pressure of pleasing another person, let alone himself.

He was too easily impressed by feminine curves to trust himself in the sight of them.

It was a free life, but also a lonely one.

"We have to get out there." Temari stepped up next to him. "We have to tell the people that this treachery will not go unanswered."

The warm hand on his shoulder reminded him yet again that he wasn't as alone as he felt.

Finally, he'd been on good terms with his brother, and now this?

He couldn't stand it.

The pain was going to tear him up from the inside and he didn't know how to stop it.

"Gaara?" His sister's voice was soft, almost cautious.

He shook his head slightly. "How could he?"

Temari frowned. Was he asking how Kankuro could die, or die and leave them behind? She sighed.

"He loved you. Even when you were at each other's throats – even when we were all trying to kill each other. Kankuro… never stopped hoping we would all come back here someday. He loved you most of all."

It still didn't make any sense to him.

He didn't get it.

Making his decision, Gaara squared his shoulders and turned to face the guards who had been dutifully waiting for them to finish their conversation. He stared into their faces and they stared back. Loyalty in this country meant equal footing – even a servant deserved to be treated with respect.

He nodded to them. "Tell the advisor to gather the people. It's time to make a stand."

A wide grin spread over the faces of the guards and they rushed to obey his command.

Temari clasped her brother's hand, feeling the same desire for revenge rush through her. Gaara squeezed her hand back, though he didn't feel as confident as he'd sounded. But he was determined: he would not let anyone take advantage of his people again.

-o-

On the other side of Sunagakure, green eyes raked over the city hungrily, taking in every detail.

Silk curtains wafted over her face, falling against her body gently, highlighting the contours of her petite body; she loved the feel of it, but more than anything, she enjoyed the cool breeze drifting in – a sign that even balmy summers in this city could be gentle on the wind. She was taking a moment to admire the beauty of the foreign city beneath her before letting the reality of her situation sink in. Sunagakure. Her new home. It had seen better days – at the height of its power years ago, it had stood as a beacon to distant travellers – but even now it still retained a regal air about it.

It was… entrancing.

Sakura Haruno was the heiress to the last of the nomadic tribes that had come to Sunagakure to parlay with king and request permanent residence, only to hear the news of the man's untimely death. They were a proud people, brave warriors and healers, but they were dying. Country borders were closing in light of the new political tensions, and it was becoming impossible to safely traverse the old travelling roads they loved so much – in just this last month alone they'd lost fifteen people in their caravan to brigands and foreign soldiers mistaking them for spies.

This couldn't continue.

Most people thought they were just gypsy nobles who were hardy and interesting enough street entertainers when they were short on money, but the truth was that they were the descendants of the Kiraaku – a Yakuza-like clan that had once been infamous for manipulating their way into powerful families. They'd literally fucked, manipulated, and murdered their way into the noble court.

But things changed when Sakura's great-great grandfather gathered what was left of their clan (after an assassin killed their patriarch) and turned them into nomads. Slowly, the legend of the Kiraaku died down, and very few knew of their bloody past. Their history was dead. And yet they themselves, survived.

Sakura turned away from the balcony and looked at her sleeping father; she had come to his chambers, hoping he was awake, but now hesitated to disturb him. He was dying, and there was nothing she could do about it. A sickness picked up from a neighbouring country had infested his body and now he had very little time left. Kizashi was all she had left of her mother – the woman who'd been kidnapped, raped and murdered by brigands before Sakura was even old enough to talk. Mebuki had been a beautiful woman, and it was her exotic looks that the pinkette had inherited.

But enough was enough.

They needed to find a new home if they were going to prevent these things from happening again. And her father had a plan to make that happen.

In this country, the daughters of the smaller tribes were highly valued in buying and selling for marriages with nobles because of their exotic looks and rumoured, unique skills. It was a fetish that made her uncomfortable, but what kind of Kiraaku descendant would she be if she didn't take advantage of it?

"Sakura?"

Her father stirred, reaching out for her as she ran to his side.

"Daddy?"

"I knew it was you."

His sight was failing, along with his internal organs. Even she, with all her medical prowess, couldn't save him, and she hated herself.

"Don't cry."

Her tears trickled down his arm as she kissed the back of his hand.

"I can't help it, daddy."

"You can't cry yet."

She nodded. "I know."

"Yuri can lead our clan now, but you need to do something else for them."

"I don't know…"

"Do this, please? For me?"

Sakura tightened her hold on his hand. "I will, daddy."

She had no problem with seducing the richest noble she could catch the eye of. They were all rolling in dough. If they fell for her charms, it was their own fault. But her father had higher dreams and, upon news that the king had died, had expressed his desire for her to aim much higher.

The youngest Sabaku…

He had more wealth than your average noble, and the power he wielded in battle was too much of a temptation; she may not agree with the way her ancestors had hurt people, but the blood of the Kiraaku ran through her and she couldn't deny she really wanted to see this living legend in the flesh. His people mostly feared his power – though they revered it too – but if the rumours were true, he was headed for that ivory throne.

Even if she failed with him, there had to be someone in that court that would find her attractive.

Sakura kissed her father's forehead as his eyes closed and his breathing evened out again, indicating he was asleep.

She would marry into wealth and restore her clan's honour by taking that crown (or similar) by whatever means she felt necessary. But first, she needed to play the marriageable woman. She needed to show off her exotic looks, her unique skills, and charm the pants off that man.

-o-

#GaaSaku #Gaara x Sakura #fanfiction #my ao3 #All images are not mine #MULTICHAPTERED FANFICTION #Line in the Sand #Chapter 1

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kellterntempest · 1 year ago

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Werewolf-Hunter AU: Dr. Robotnik returns to the city after a particularly nasty night hunt to stay at the local Hunter's Guild Hallow.

Stone finally meets his idol, the Magnificent Dr. Robotnik.

He's in love at first sight.

(TW Blood body horror there's a zombie creature.)

Stone works for the hunter's guild. He's the guild's top point man, arranging hunting operations and is one of the world’s leading experts on monsters. He's the owner and manager of the city's Hallow, which is an establishment that has been cemented as a safe haven and workshop for hunters.

Stone posts the quarry marks for hunters to take on, and handles the transactions of fulfilled hunting contracts. No one knows his werewolf status, its a tightly kept secret.

#werewolf au #my art #agent stone #stobotnik #jimbotnik #dr robotnik #writing/drawing more lore and stuff for the guild and hallow. having a great time #werewolf!stone #tw blood #tw body horror

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linka-from-captain-planet · 7 months ago

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Florrickology, Part 7: An Annotated Biography of Counsellor Desiré Florrick (Volume 1)

Aside from simply collecting thought-trinkets for my mind palace, the field of Florrickology had a goal:

Developing an elaborate, but believable, headcanon backstory for my beloved.

Has Florrick always lived in Baldur's Gate, or did she move there from elsewhere? Is she, or was she ever, a Flaming Fist? How long has she worked in service to the city? How, where, why, and when did she study to become a wizard? How did she come to be Ulder Ravengard's most trusted and supportive friend, and his advisor?

Below is Part 1 of my headcanon based on scant evidence, vibes, lore* (via Forgotten Realms wiki), more vibes (making shit up), and also what I personally think is the most interesting and/or sexiest.

*lore mistakes are actually just part of the AU so don't worry about it

Annotated Biography of Counsellor Desiré Florrick (Volume 1)

Early Life

Florrick was born around the year 1368(a), the last child of a family-unit consisting of four intermingled adults and their combined eight offspring. Born underneath the setting sun, she was given the birth name Ren (b).

(a) BG3 takes place in 1492, when Florrick is approximately 124 years old. (b) According to the Forgotten Realms wiki (FRW), "ren" means "west". I originally named her "Dale" because I thought it was cute and funny, but decided that based on her community, she should have a more Elven name.

The family made their home in a small river valley known to locals as Florrick Dale. They were part of a large, semi-isolated wood elf community deep within the great Forest of Tethir. The only non-wood-elven settlement nearby was a druidic enclave (c), which the family counted as friends. Aside from necessary trade, the community largely rejected contact with the world outside of the forest, its members living wholesome, but ascetic, lives of hunting, farming, woodcraft, and the wood elf ancestral duty of defending the sacred forest from perceived threats.(d)

(c) This is Jaheira's enclave, which took her in after her Tethyrian noble family was slain by peasants. Connecting her to Jaheira, for Reasons, is the only reason I placed Florrick's origin in Tethyr. (d) all Wood Elf lore, beliefs, etc comes from FRW.

As the baby of a large family, young Ren was coddled by her parents and older siblings (e); and as a very bright child, she dominated the community's thorough (if limited) schooling and ranger training. Although only a middling archer, she particularly excelled in tracking and spellcasting (f). Often, she was held up as a paragon of wood-elven youth, an example for others of her age group and younger to follow.

Subsequently, she grew into an exceptionally confident and bold (read: vain and brash) teenager and young adult... but also a bored and curious one (g). But, dutiful daughter as she was, golden child as she was, she did her best to swallow the discontent brewing inside her.

(e) She just serves "spoiled youngest who was also really talented" vibes. (f) As established in Florrickology, she is a very good tracker. Her skill with a bow is unknown, but she did manage to beef up to 12 STR as an adult, so her athletic prowess is at least somewhat demonstrated. (g) Her delusional self confidence and Fuck It We ball approach to life had to start somewhere.

Although the Florrick Dale family were not extremists themselves, other members of the community subscribed to the belief that all humans should be eradicated from Faerun in the interest of protecting the sacred forests from their destruction. Frequent conflict among the Elders on this matter was a great source of intrigue for a restless teenage Ren, sparking an interest in the outside world and its inhabitants. Could the outside world really be so dangerous, so violent, so destructive? Was there no order or justice to found outside the hallowed wood of Tethyr? Were humans such irredeemable monsters? ... Was there a world outside of the dale and the wood worth knowing? Was there a life aside from hunting, and farming, woodcraft, and patrolling? Ren tried to put these questions out of her mind, trusting the judgement of her parents and the community Elders. But by 1391, when the winds carried whispers of a great battle and a nearby land slowly being swallowed by shadow(h), the curiosity and the sense that there was something out there aside from what she knew got the better of her.

(h) the Harper-led battle against the forces of Ketheric Thorm and the subsequent inception of the shadow curse took place in 1391, when Florrick was around 23 years old.

Unable to shake the sense that there was something she was missing out on, Ren tracked her way to the trading outpost on the edge of the wood and purchased two worldly books: The Illustrated Adventures of Balduran and, on an impulse--an instinct, perhaps--, an early edition of Magic of the Weave - an Introduction. Few things was actually against the rules of the community--but Ren was well aware that owning such things was frowned upon, and such social pressure was the primary means of enforcing harmony (compliance) within the community. So, while she devoured these writings at every opportunity, re-reading, annotating, and even beginning to practice the magic that was so different, yet so similar, to the ranger spell she'd already learned... she did so in private, confiding only in her closest friend and teenage sweetheart, a boy called Taran. However, secrets are hard to keep when one has never been taught to keep them. To the present day, Florrick doesn't know which of her parents or siblings found her secret stash in a tree, but the sheer disappointment rolling off them in the days that followed was almost too much to bear. Although it felt a part of her went up in flames with the paper, desperate to please her family and the community that had before not only embraced, but celebrated her, Ren burned her contraband and publicly prostrated before the Elders, seeking forgiveness (i). Although the event left her rattled and humiliated, the discontent didn't go away, nor could she forget the knowing of just how small her world was.

(i) Florrick completely crashing and burning the moment she experiences the sensation of Failure is canon, and also is indicative of her status as a former Golden Child.

Some months later, a bedraggled female half-elf was intercepted by scouts and brought to the village center for questioning; fortunately, she had energy enough to prove that she was a Friend of the Forest. Jaheira, demoralized by the incomplete victory against Ketheric Thorm, had spent the time since escaping the shadow curse wandering aimlessly, and finally had decided to return to her druidic enclave to lick her wounds in peace and isolation. Judging her to be too weak in body and spirit to survive the difficult two-day hike to the enclave (if she even remembered where it was), Ren's family insisted on her spending some time recuperating with them at Florrick Dale. Too exhausted to resist, Jaheira complied with the invitation. These would become some of the most influential days in the future Counsellor Desiré Florrick's life. Drawn irresistibly to the world-weary and experienced Jaheira, Ren's hunger for a life beyond the forest came thundering back. Although Jaheira was reticent, Ren was persistent. Slowly, as the pair bonded (j), Jaheira opened up about her adventures in Baldur's Gate and Candlekeep and Athkatla --Ren wouldn't learn for some time more why Jaheira seemed so grieved, to tell that tale--and, finally, Reithwin. The action, the battles, the victories and losses were intoxicating, but what really spoke to Ren? It was the element of freedom. Of living one's life by their own moral compass. Of serving a good greater than one's immediate surroundings. Of working with, not fearing, peoples of all kinds. (k) It was an inflection point. Ren's eyes had been opened, and she couldn't close them again. There was a life outside of Florrick Dale and Tehthir, and it was worth knowing, and her desire to know it was too great to deny.

(j) Florrick/Jaheira REAL and specifically, Jaheira at about 45 years old being MILF-ified for the first time by a haughty early-20s Florrick is also real to me. (k) Why Jaheira? Generally, if I need to fill a significant role in a headcanon (in this case, person to encourage and inspire Florrick to explore the outside world), I will fill it with a canon character if I can, rather than crafting a new OC because I'm just not an OC guy.

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