#Ruby Caster

[milliondollarbaby87]

Bleeding Love coming to Digital on 22nd July!

Kaleidoscope Home Entertainment is thrilled to announce that Bleeding Love, the compelling indie drama starring real-life father-daughter duo, Golden Globe Winner, Ewan McGregor, and Clara McGregor, will be available on all major digital platforms 22nd July. Following its World Premiere at SXSW, the debut feature from Emma Westenberg was selected as the Opening Gala at the 20th Glasgow Film…

[rickchung]

Bleeding Love (dir. Emma Westenberg).

sVery loosely inspired by the experiences of the actual McGregor family's real-life tensions after Ewan divorced Clara's mother and the two subsequently became estranged alongside her own battle with substance abuse, the therapeutic film mines those sentiments in the deliberately unnamed characters of the troubled daughter and absentee father played by the duo [...].

[topflights]

AEW Revolution 2023 + moving graphics

[aurischolar]

it’s so strange, i keep casting my line but i can’t seem to catch a goddamn break

[zeledonia]

I HAVE CAUGHT MY NEMEFISH I CAN FINALLY CROSS THIS BASTARD OF A CREATURE OFF MY LIST

[nonbinaryurianger]

i got a gooby coffer today and i'm flipping through my jobs in horror realizing just how many still need a weapon above, say, 625

[astaroth1357]

Devildom "Marriage/Proposal"

Again. Probably not too Christian-coded in Hell.

Contents: Satanic themes, possessive behavior mentioned

~♡♡♡~

First off, there's a big difference between a demon bonding with another demon vs. binding to a human. There's a lot more equal ground in the former, but the power dynamics are inherently different in the latter.

Traditionally, a demon "marrying" a human is usually used as the highest form of reward to an incredibly loyal follower. It's basically a way for a demon to point them out and make it clear, "This one is my favorite!"

Demons binding themselves to humans out a genuine connection is not unheard of, of course, but it's frightfully rare. Only handful may every do this at a time and not even Solomon has managed to pull it off despite the number of pacts under his belt.

It's this rare because to reform the new pact, the demon has to give up their grimoire (the books that more or less act as substitute for a demon's heart and soul) to their partner. It's like handing away the essence of their very being to another.

When demons bind with each other, the grimoire exchange is mutual. However, since humans don't have grimoire, binding to a human is seen as an act of extreme sacrifice and humility on the demon's part. It's truly the only kind of pact they have where the risks lie mostly with them.

Possessing a demon's grimoire is like literally owning the blueprint to their bodies. All of their powers, history, thoughts, and fears are detailed out within them. Every single weakness or spell to control them hides inside as well...

Because of this, demons take this decision very, VERY seriously. If your relationship falls apart, you don't want something that important left in the hands of your ex. A vast majority of demons never even show their grimoires, much less give them away.

A demon will only ever have one grimoire to share, so they can only ever be bound to one individual at a time. A human can technically be bound to multiple demons and having a binding pact does not erase lesser pacts, but again, it would be rare.

When an individual is in possession of a demon's grimoire, they will always be able to materialize it with just a slight flick of the wrist. Having it on their person will also be enough for them to summon the owner at will, barely a whisper necessary.

A demon will already show up stronger than usual if they're summoned by their grimoire, but using any added enchantments inside will only increase their power tenfold. A good caster can turn their partner into supercharged war machine with minimal effort.

There's a certain oneness between the pair that comes from binding that goes far beyond your average pact. The demon and their partner get the heightened ability to "read" each other. It's not full on telepathy, but they gain a preternatural sense for just how the other is feeling. An entire conversation can be held in the span of seconds with merely few glances and a shrug between them.

Demons are also EXTREMELY protective of their bound partners, which kind of makes sense considering what they're carrying around. They're not very good at hiding it either. We're talking full fangs out and deep, guttural growls at even the most minor of threats.

The offer of the grimoire is technically seen as the "proposal" and acceptance commences the "marriage." It's a big deal with when high-ranking demons decide to do this, so it's often celebrated by a public wedding ceremony.

The Grimores

Lucifer's grimoire has a real gothic flare to it. The whole thing is jet black leather with blood red rubies fixed to the spine and fine layer of gold leaf pressed into the corners. No matter where it's being kept, cover will always feel a bit cold to the touch... The pages are thick and textured, with every word inside written inside done in a careful, nearly mechanical hand. Perfectly legible. Technically flawless. Though certain pages are written with some hesitation, particularly the ones that go over his past...

Mammon's grimoire is, arguably, the most beautiful of the bunch. It's snow white with brilliant gold accents on the spine and along the edges. His personal sigil, painted in shimmering light, takes up most of the front cover and mesmerizes any eye that catches its shine. It's a little on the slim side, though, due in part to how thin pages are inside. Reading it can be a bit messy because the caster can always see whatever words have been scrawled out on the back of the page...

Leviathan's grimoire looks like something straight out of a sunken treasure chest. The brownish-violet leather used to bind it feels real, and it is, though it couldn't have come from any mortal creature on land. The edges are worn down and cracking from neglect, giving the whole thing a certain fragility over the rest... The pages are yellowed and hard from water damaged, yet the words inside still survive... even if parts of them are a tad smudged.

Satan's grimoire could probably pass for 18th century notebook. It too is leather bound, but it doesn’t have the same flare as his older brothers'. If anything, it has a very DIY feel to it, where the cover has a little glue in places it shouldn't and the rough-feeling pages don't all fit quite right. It feels more like a field journal than a demonic tome, perhaps adding to the distinct aura of rebellion radiating off of it... The script inside seems to change from page to page with some part written neatly and other parts apparently scrawled out in a rage. Legibility may vary.

Asmodeus' grimoire looks more like a decorative art piece than a book at times... The wine red cover is smooth and shiny with polished gems affixed like a spider's web on the front. Asmo's grimore is unique in that it is the only one that comes with a lock on it, one that can only be lifted by a spell only he knows. The penmanship inside is naturally beautiful, though sometimes the added flare of loops and flourishes gets in the way keeping everything readable.

Beelzebub's grimoire is deceptively simple looking compared to the others. It looks like your standard leather-bound book and aside from its surprising thickness, not much stands out about it. Even the engraving of his sigil on the cover doesn't have any extra color or shadow to it. But when it's open, the most gorgeous words lie inside as if penned by a master calligrapher. Every bit of space is used appropriately and each letter is clean, clear, and fluidly handled. It's not only legible, it's breathtaking and obviously done with a lot of time and care.

Belphegor's grimoire looks like a void in the space around it. It goes beyond the jet black of Lucifer's cover to an almost true black from cover to pages. You wouldn't even know that it's made of leather unless you felt it because it reflects no light and it betrays no design. Running a hand across it, though, does reveal the ridges of Belphie's sigil craved into the front and back cover. The black pages all have words are written in a bright, silvery, and iridescent ink. Parts of the pages also look seem to contain spilled stardust ready to fly off into the air. The penmanship is a little simple, compared to the rest, but nothing that can't be skimmed at a glance if need be.

Diavolo's grimoire could kill a man from its weight alone. The book is far too big for any shelf and thick with heavily textured, papyrus-like paper. No matter who has it, it will always feel as if a supernatural force is trying to pull it from their hands... Seeing much past its burgundy, black, and gold cover is more or less impossible but what's there truly befits royalty. Every aspect of the design is flawless, with polished onyx as black as night embedded in the spine and ancient symbols peppered between golden spindle-like filigree. One can only imagine what exactly is so forbidden on the inside though...

Barbatos' (true) grimoire is an honest to god mystery... No one has ever seen it and Solomon theorizes that he keeps it in a particularly empty timeline. If asked what it looks like, Barbatos will share that it's simply "a green book," but not elaborate much farther before changing the subject... One has to assume, though, it's probably as thick as a tree trunk with all the history within those pages and for the cover...? He's had all of the time in the world to make it something truly special.

[lexsssu]

Responsibility (Gilgamesh | Caster)

TAGS: Caster!Gilgamesh/Dragoness!reader, breeding, cockwarming, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“The burden of a crown upon our heads is often too much for lesser men. Either they see it as the absolute authority to commit all acts no matter how disastrous the outcome...or they run from it and allow their kingdom to burn to the ground all the while fleeing with their tails tucked between their legs.”

The Wise King of Uruk gazed up at you through his lashes with ruby irises as he leisurely laid his head upon your soft lap. A mountain of pillows and blankets surrounded you two, all of them of superior make as they were commissioned by Gilgamesh himself. After another day of seeing to the kingdom’s affairs and making sure that it didn’t spontaneously combust at any moment, the blonde retired to his grand bedchambers in order to partake in his favorite pastime: Spending time with you.

“Unlike ordinary men however, my bloodline both makes me superior to all others while also saddling me with even more responsibility. A king’s work never ends,” he scoffed in what could only be a haughty manner, crossing his toned arms across the muscled chest that was always in full display.

“You say that, but we both know you’d rather run yourself ragged than allow Uruk to perish,” you giggle as you run your hands through the downy softness of his golden locks. “A kingdom is nothing without its king, just as much as a king is nothing without his people.”

A pleased grin lit up the king’s features at your words, taking your unoccupied hand and pressing his lips against the soft skin. “My queen is truly wise. A perfect match for me.”

“Oh, stop it you! You’ve already buttered me up enough to marry you so there’s no reason for you to try and charm me all over again,” despite what you said, the burning of your cheeks were a telltale sign that you definitely didn’t take your own words seriously.

“Ah, but you’ve forgotten, dear wife. As king, there are certain responsibilities I must uphold especially when it comes to matters within my bedchambers…” Lifting himself up into a seated position, he effortlessly picks you up and settles you down onto his own lap.

The luxurious yet thin and airy clothes that were common to this era made sure you felt every muscle, every hard plane that made up Gil’s body. Especially the particularly hard muscle that strained against the fabric of his bottoms, twitching even more once he’d made sure your own warm cunt was settled right above it.

“There is still the matter of continuing our lineage.” 

You squeaked as your husband rocked his hips, making you hyper aware of just how stiff he’d suddenly gotten when he firmly rubbed his cock against your swiftly dampening undergarments.

“Whether our children are crowned with the brilliance of the sun or the purity of the moon matters little to me. As long as my seed drenches your womb and the child is born from our union, they shall always be considered a blessing.”

The king gripped one full breast in his hand, kneading and pinching the soft flesh as he imagined how they’d become even fuller as your body prepares itself to nurture his child. Your nipples puffy and leaking with milk meant to sustain their growth, but there was no harm in letting him have a taste before the child was even born, right?

At this point, your legs had been spread wide open by his own thick muscled thighs, baring your barely clothed pussy in display as the flimsy cloth that covered it glistened with moisture from his grinding and kneading alone. Gilgamesh was an expert when it came to your body at this point, knowing the exact spots and what acts had you whimpering pathetically as his free hand rubbed you through your panties.

It was difficult to imagine that it wasn’t that long ago you’d basically fallen onto his lap in the middle of an audience with one of his subjects from god knows where. Your relationship with the blonde wasn’t the best at first, considering he was so intimidating and seemingly so full of himself, but after a series of events you found yourself married to him and living quite happily at that. Though the last thing you expected was to trade being a full-time office worker with being a queen instead, but you weren’t complaining.

How could you complain when Gilgamesh had you seated on his lap facing him as he speared the length of his dick into your drenched pussy? The sound of your wet skin slapping against one another each time you reached the base of his cock, the soft whispers of love you knew he would never direct at anyone else, and simply the feeling of his strong body pressing and molding against your own helped you easily reach your peak. Your pussy clenching at the thick cock that filled your insides with ropes of his hot cum as your own juices dripped down to join the mess that stained the bedding.

It is instinct for him by now to lie down on his back with his cock still plugging up your sensitive cunt to keep all his seed within, your head using his chest as a makeshift pillow as you both basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. Ruby irises took in the sight of your disheveled hair, the marks and bruises that littered your body, and the satisfied expression you wore. 

Away from the sight of everyone else, the king smiled and pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead followed by a low chuckle when you started purring.

[jannaphia]

Ruby/Kaisa Writing Masterpost

Right, okay, wasn't sure if I should post these, but its pride month and I think I deserve a treat after sipping denial juice for like 15 years.

I actually wanted to flesh out some things that happened in their past, but I had so much fun I ended up with like 12 little snippets that I'm just going to throw on here over the next month.

A little background: these two are side characters from my group's DnD campaign, that I have latched onto like a barnacle to a boat (Kaisa was actually my first PC ever, I brought her back as a gimmick & our dm played along, so that didn’t exactly help with getting less attached).

*DISCLAIMER* - the campaign we play is 100% organic homebrew and we treat the world of DnD like a toddler treats a sandbox - with enough respect not to eat the sand but otherwise it's a free-for-all.

Snippets under the cut!

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☼・1・☼

“They fucked both of us over, didn’t they?” Kaisa tightened the grip on her sword, while the rough wall dug into her back even through the scale mail.

The woman beside her nodded earnestly.

“You could say that.”

Kaisa shot her another glance. Heart-shaped face, grey-purple skin, red eyes, pointed ears. Drow, half-blood, most likely, with those ridiculous white strands of hair that framed her face. She was panting slightly from the exertion of running for cover. And probably the fight before. And the knife wound in her shoulder. Goddamn wizards. She should have aimed better. At least then they wouldn’t be squeezed together in this tiny alcove, hiding from the villagers. Or what was left of them, anyway.

“Sorry I almost burned your face off”, the wizard said sheepishly.

Kaisa grunted, in part to hide her surprise. An apology was the last thing she’d expected.

“My fault I even gave you the chance.”

“I’ve never had anyone dodge my spells like that. You’re used to fighting casters, aren’t you?”

“I kill them, usually.”

“Oh.” To her credit, she didn’t cringe away. “Like…all of them?”

“Are you dead, little mage?”

She frowned. “Not for a lack of trying on your part.”

“But are you dead?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Then there’s your answer.”

“Is it a work-for-hire thing, then? Or is it...recreational?”

“Listen-“

“Ruby.”

“-Ruby, I don’t know why or how you got here, but you’re not what I came here for. So just stay out of my way and we won’t have any…further problems.”

“Fine. Are you sure you don’t need my help with that collapsed entrance, though?”

Damn. She’d forgotten all about that already. A triumphant little smile had appeared on the wizard’s insultingly pretty face and Kaisa felt like cursing again.

“I mean, I’m sure you’re strong enough to lift these boulders on your own, but fighting off a horde of undead at the same time might prove just a little difficult,” Ruby said with a small shrug. She winced and touched a hand to her shoulder. “Ouch.”

“And you think you’ll be of much help like that?”

“Probably not. I forgive you for throwing that dagger at me, by the way,” she said nonchalantly. “But since it looks like neither of us can leave on their own, we can either agree on a truce or we might as well stay here.”

There were few things that seemed less appealing than being stuck in a decrepit funeral temple with a wizard who liked to talk and smelled of peonies.

“Not a chance.” Kaisa fished a healing potion from a satchel at her belt and pressed it into Ruby’s hand. “Drink. Truce it is. Try anything, and I will stab you again.”

Ruby sniffed at the potion, downed it in one swig, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. There was a glint in her eyes, a purple glow lighting up the red of her irises. Shit, Kaisa thought. She looked like an innocent doll all groomed and polished as if she was made to be dressed up in lace and ribbons and put on a shelf behind glass. It made it so easy to forget she’d almost blown Kaisa to smithereens. Made it even easier to forget that that was probably her intention.

“Don’t tempt me,” Ruby said and squeezed past her. “I might just get a taste for it.”

☼・2・☼

“Wait!”

Kaisa stopped and half-turned.

“What?”

A part of her wished Ruby hadn’t saved her life at the centre of the temple. There were few things worse than being indebted to a wizard. She’d want something in return; of course she would. A quick end would have been preferable. Maybe then she’d finally find some peace.

“Come work for me. I could use some help on the ship.”

There it is.

“I don’t work for mages”, Kaisa said crisply. “I’ll do what I owe, but no more. Better get this over with anyway. What do you want?”

Ruby furrowed her brow, confused.

“What?”

“The life-debt. What do you want for it?”

“Life-debt? If I saved yours, you saved mine like a dozen times.” “I just pushed you out of the way.”

“Exactly. And anyway, I didn’t help you to get something out of it,” she said, indignant.

“Sounds like you do want something, though.”

“Right. Maybe I do. But not because of some debt you may or may not owe.”

Kaisa narrowed her eyes at Ruby. Was this some kind of game she was playing? No. As far as wizards went, Kaisa had to admit that Ruby seemed to be one of the more upstanding ones. But she was still a wizard. Which made admitting that she’d started earning her respect just a little inconvenient.

“I know you’re looking for that sword. I can help you get off world,” Ruby added.

Kaisa knew it was a hook, saw it coming right at her, and felt it dig right into her heart. It didn’t change anything. That was a damn good argument. Even a risk worth taking.

“And what’s in it for you?”

“Someone to watch my back.”

“And your first pick is someone whose job it is to murder people like you for a living?”

“I’m sure that’s not the only type of people you know how to murder”, Ruby said with a wry smile, and Kaisa snorted. “Not that I want you to murder anyone. But I do want to see more of what’s out there, different worlds, different planes. I think I didn’t realise how dangerous it was to go alone, and I don’t want to return home just yet. We made a pretty good team back then. I want someone by my side who won’t flinch when things get rocky.”

“Hm.”

Kaisa put a hand under Ruby’s chin and tipped up her face. She held her gaze without blinking. And what she saw was someone who had nothing to hide. Someone who carried her intentions like an open book before her.

“You have guts, little mage. I like that”, she said softly.

There was colour to Ruby’s cheeks when Kaisa let go of her. She tugged at her hair.

“I’ll pay you, of course,” she said.

“Finding the sword is payment enough.”

“No, I want you to know that I keep my word.” She cast her eyes down. “I know you don’t trust me, and you don’t have to. Not yet, anyway. But maybe we can start with…begrudging acceptance?”

Kaisa shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips.

“That… I might just manage.”

☼・3・☼

“Oh, fucking shit.” Kaisa skidded along the railing, the ship tilting precariously, the planks groaning. The mast was about to break, listing heavily to one side, the sails a tangled mess of rope and canvas. She jumped back on deck, vaulted over a crate that had gotten loose, hooked her feet into the guardrail, reached over; and managed to grab Ruby’s hand just as the netting snapped, that had kept her unconscious body from tumbling into the wide abyss of open space. With a shudder, the ship righted herself, and Kaisa hauled Ruby back to safety. Blood was dripping from a wound on her temple, ran over her cheek and dropped on Kaisa’s arm. Goddamn, reckless wizard.

She shook her a little.

“Ruby. Wake up.” Her eyelids fluttered. “Come on, little mage.”

“I told you not to call me that”, she mumbled, and sucked in a hissing breath. “Ow, that hurts.”

“And I told you to stay inside. But no. Someone had to go see these damn beasts for herself, didn’t she.”

“Nebula Eels,” Ruby said with a faint smile. “Very pretty.”

“Very deadly.”

“You needed help.”

“I can handle myself. But if you die, I’ll be stuck stranded in the aether, and that’s one shitty way to go. So please be a dear, and don’t do that.”

Ruby cracked her eyes open. “Aw, you’re worried about me.”

“I worry about both of us not getting killed.”

“Mhm.”

The mast made a cracking sound, which reminded Kaisa that they had a few other problems to address, rather than standing on deck bickering, Ruby in her arms like a bride on her wedding day.

“Can I put you down?”

Ruby sighed.

“Please don’t. I mean do. Yes. Sorry. My head.”

“Sure.”

Gently, she set Ruby on her feet and watched her sway towards the battered mast. Her, worrying about a wizard? Ridiculous. She should have carried her into the cabin, though. That wound looked nasty, not something to be walking around with. Ruby stumbled. And Kaisa only just managed to catch her fall.

☼・4・☼

[very mild spicy 🌶️ ] [🎵]

Clink. Clink. ——Clink.

Ruby crumbled the piece of paper in her hand. The noise wouldn’t stop.

“Can you please not do that while I’m doing my calculations?”

Kaisa didn’t even slow down as she answered, her sword slicing the air in perfect, glittering arcs. “We agreed I do my exercises in the morning. Go inside if it bothers you.”

“I can’t calculate anything if I can’t see the stars. Besides, it is not morning!”

“Maybe you should get glasses and look at the damn clock.” She whirled around, the blade lightly gracing the deck as she pivoted and finally came to a halt.

“Maybe you should stop scratching up my ship,” Ruby said, frustrated, and pointed at the chronometer above the cabin door. “And look at the time.”

“It’s nine.”

“Nine in the evening.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know what it is when it’s always dark out here”, Kaisa said, gesturing at the whirling nebulas above and around the ship.

“I don’t know; you could see me going on deck, lay out my charts and think to yourself ‘hmm Ruby is trying to work so we don’t crash into some moon or asteroids or a sky whale; that must mean it is evening so maybe I should stop being an inconsiderate meathead and put my toy swords away for just an hour or two’.”

“Toy swords?”

Ruby swallowed. Definitely the wrong thing to say to someone holding about 34 inches of blank steel and towering above her by at least a head. But she wasn’t about to back down either. The air had grown thick with tension between them, their fragile truce evolved into something different altogether. It’d been a long stretch between Seucury and their next destination, Ilror, with nothing but each other for company, and both had gotten increasingly irritable and restless. Didn’t help that for some reason, she really, really liked it when Kaisa looked at her like she was about to put a dagger to her throat again. There was a sort of thrill to it, like casting the Walk On Water spell and watching the sharks below your feet. She wouldn’t get hurt, but just the thought of danger made her mouth run dry. At home waited only responsibility, decorum and routine. And Kaisa was none of that. 

Ruby breathed in deep as she came closer, the table digging into her back. Her eyes travelled over Kaisa’s arms, the tattoos on them that looked like someone had carved them with a blunt knife. Ruby had to crane her neck to look up at her, the lamplight reflecting in her dark red eyes, making them glow like burning embers. She’d only needed to…

Kaisa reached around her to grab the astrolabe lying on the table.

“If anyone’s playing with toys, it’s you. What even is this thing?”

“A star chart”, Ruby said, although she could barely speak. “Put it back.”

“Huh”, Kaisa said, activating the small illusion inside and squinting at it. “Look at that. We’re off by a few degrees.”

“How would you know?”

“Yes, how would I with all that meat in my head?”

Ruby made a sound between a huff and a growl and reached for the astrolabe. “Let me see.”

Kaisa pulled it out of her reach. “Come and get it.”

She was an archmage of Dakar, a respectable member of the Dakarian university, a noble from a house with a long reputation, and games like these were beneath her. Under any other circumstance.

“You fiend”, Ruby snarled and lunged at Kaisa, who laughed and twisted away, taking Ruby with her. They swayed over the deck, half wrestling, half losing balance, tumbled over a coil of rope, fell, and Ruby found herself pinned beneath Kaisa, the astrolabe rolling from her hand. She could hear her own breath in her ears, felt something unravel in her chest like a spring, a want she’d tried to talk herself into not feeling. What would my mother say? What would my colleagues say? What would the nobles say? What would Kaisa say?

“Ruby, Ruby, Ruby.”

Ruby pulled her face down and kissed her. Hungry, starving. Felt her hands run over her arms, her back, every touch a small lightning strike, every kiss the answer to a question she’d never known she’d had. The only thing left of her was breath and fire, she weaved her hands into Kaisa’s braid as her lips travelled down her neck, one hand beneath her shirt; and the sound she made when Ruby ran her fingers along the membrane of her long ears might have sent Ruby to Elysium right then and there. She’d no idea how long they’d been lying there entangled, might have been a minute, might have been an hour, might have been an eternity. Not long enough by Dakarian standards. Too long, by Ruby’s.

“Cabin,” Ruby gasped. “Now.”

“Why? Is anyone else on this ship?” Kaisa whispered against her ear.

Oh, this was depravity. Absolutely unthinkable. The most wonderful, brilliant thing. Ruby lifted her eyes to watch the stars wheel above them, the endless dark expanse, the blue and purple nebulas, fractals, pattern, beauty she thought she’d gotten used to. But there would be no getting used to this.

☼・5・☼

[ 🎵]

“This one is my favourite”, Ruby said, trailing a finger over Kaisa’s back. She could feel the residue of old magic beneath her fingertips. These weren’t simple tattoos. But what purpose they might have had, she couldn’t tell.

“Hm. What does it look like?”

“You don’t know?”

“Don’t think I ever cared to find out what they did to my back.”

“They?” A few times Ruby had tried to uncover the reason behind Kaisa’s aversion, or rather borderline obsessive hatred, towards wizards. She’d only ever gotten pieces of an answer, had never guessed that the tattoos were a part of it.

Kaisa didn’t reply.

“It looks like a sun,” she said softly. “I think it’s beautiful.”

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew…”, Kaisa trailed off and turned around. “Have you ever had your will taken from you?”

Ruby shook her head, taken just a little off guard. “Only in training. As an exercise.”

“Well, there was no training in Arathflor. Not for that sort of thing, anyway.”

“Your home?”

“No. That’s where the fighting pits were. Lawless place. They throw you into a cell with a bunch of other poor bastards, tell you they’re on your team, watch you befriend them and then force you to kill them in front of an audience, all the while you fight for control over your own fucking body.”

“Why would anyone do that?”, Ruby asked, unable to keep the horror from her voice.

“Money, power and sadism, mostly.”

She sounded like she was talking about the weather, but Ruby did not for one second believe she actually felt this calm.

“How did you get out?”

“A friend…he damaged the spell’s anchor. Wasn’t more than a little coin. Almost killed me. Kind of wish he had. It was the last fight of the season. Never found out if it was an accident, or if he knew. Never got to ask him.” She stared at her hands, as if there was still blood on them.

“I’m so sorry,” Ruby said and swept a strand of hair from Kaisa’s face. There was no word in any language she knew to take that kind of hurt away. “I’ll never let anyone do that to you ever again. I swear.”

Kaisa pressed a kiss to her palm. “Neither will I,” she whispered, gathering Ruby into her arms. There was something else in her voice when she spoke again; old hurt, hope, an edge like a shattered blade. “Gods help me, I don’t know how, but I trust you. Please don’t break it.”

Ruby fiercely shook her head.

“Never, never, never.”

☼・6・☼

Ruby woke to the last rays of the evening sun shining through the blinds of her room. Returning to Dakaris was always an exercise in re-adapting. This time even more so. She kept her eyes closed and waited for Kaisa to kiss her brow and say ‘good morning, gem’, but when she reached out her arms, the bed beside her was empty. Right. Kaisa was at the barracks. Easier this way, they’d decided. No inconvenient questions. No worries about anyone questioning her status or mental capacities. They might have looked past her being a woman, but not that she was an uncultured barbarian to Dakarian society. No match for an archmage. No match for a family already in a precarious situation. They couldn’t see what Ruby saw. Kaisa was no scholar, but her knowledge of the arcane and those who wielded it was extensive and unconventional. Ruby had no doubt she could hold her own against some of the professors at the university. Especially when it came to putting them through a wall, just to prove a point. Which was the second, and biggest the biggerissue. Kaisa might trust her, but that trust certainly did not extend to the wizards at the university, and Ruby refused to put her into a situation that might hurt her in one way or another. So they’d agreed to separate for the time being. Which meant, no ship ration breakfast in bed, no one to hold her when she couldn’t sleep and no one to tell her to ‘fuck the old crones at the university with their shitty little magic books and trinkets’. So by the time she’d swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her night was already ruined.

☼・7・☼

Kaisa walked back to the barracks with the first morning light at her back, tracing the new leather tie around her arm with a smile. When Ruby first suggested she’d stay with the soldiers, she’d been sceptical, to put it mildly. It had been one of their nastier arguments. But the Dakarian military had turned out to be quite the opposite of the stiff city guard stationed on the upper levels of Dakar. With little threat from other nations, the main function of the army was to keep the city safe from the creatures that roamed the desert. Giant chitinous, alligator-like beasts that hid under the sand, centipedes as long as a man’s leg that collapsed tunnels the drows had dug into the rocks below, or hordes of desert corpses that hunted travellers on the few accessible trading routes between the cities. That meant that the soldiers stayed mostly topside, on the fringes of Dakarian society, and Kaisa had found herself amidst a bunch of hardened, disarmingly forward and hearty fighters, who had first roped her into a drinking contest, then an arm wrestling contest and then a boxing match. The sense of honest camaraderie had soothed her initial anger. Even Ruby’s father, the acting general of the Dakarian forces, had welcomed her with open arms. Basilides seemed to be a generally fair and respectable sort of person, who was on good terms with almost everyone in camp. Last night, he’d granted leave to Osha, Tux and Kiril so they could take her out hunting. The hide of her prey’s soft underbelly now decorated Kaisa’s arm. It had been a good hunt. A good night. No, all things considered, things could be much worse.

☼・8・☼

“This is getting ridiculous.” Ruby wanted to groan, or scream, or possibly do both at the same time. Schooling her expression into a detached, pleasant mask was getting gradually harder as the night wore on.

“Master Dalael has appealed the notion twice, he requests a formal inquiry and a re-examination of how the funds will be diverted,” her secretary said, pushing up his glasses.

That smarmy bast-

“He argues that your absence warrants a revision of the schooling program for children from the Dens. ‘Things are constantly changing and need perpetual revision’, is what he said, if I recall.”

What would Kaisa do?, Ruby mused and twirled her pen between her fingers. Hold him over a crevasse by his ankles and shake him until he agreed to see reason, probably. The thought had some appeal.

“Tell Master Dalael I’ll be at the meet and that I will be available for a re-evaluation.”

“Of course. Then there’s the Society of Extra-Planar Arcane Arts. They have requested your presence for a demonstration of a communication device.”

A device that doesn’t work and likely will never work.

“I’ll be there after the meet.”

“Very well. Lastly, Professor Lylok wishes to inquire about the state of the final exams. He is growing…impatient.”

“I’m working on them. He may discuss them with me before first light tonight. Is that all?”

“For tonight, yes. I will arrange everything and update your calendar.”

“Thank you.”

Thalel nodded. When the door had clicked shut behind him, Ruby buried her head in her hands. Dalael, the SEPAA and then Lylok. The nobles fighting as always, the people in the Dens suffering. Nothing had changed. The city was still a pit of vipers, impervious to change, the festering darkness hidden by a shiny veneer of gems and starlight. She’d only been home for two weeks, and all things considered, things couldn’t be much worse.

☼・9・☼

“Oi! Reed! How did it go yesterday?”

Reed stomped past, sending an unmistakable gesture towards Kiril, who slapped his thigh, laughing.

“She’s been trying to get into Mel’s bed for like a decade now”, Osha explained and handed Kaisa a cup of ale. “It’s not going well. He’s the righteous sort, you know.”

“Poor thing”, Kaisa said.

“You got anyone at home?”

“Home?”

“You know, that world of gorgeous, tall and muscular warriors you so obviously come from.”

“Oh. Yeah. I got someone.” The fact that someone was actually on Dakar didn’t exactly change her situation. She might as well have been off-world.

“Must be hard being so far away.”

“We’re taking a break,” Kaisa said, staring into her cup. She missed Ruby with a force she didn’t even want to admit to herself. She’d rather thought the feelings would go away once they stopped being constantly in each other’s face, stuck on a tiny ship. But to her dismay it seemed quite the opposite was true. Either way, if she’d learned anything on her travels, it was to not get overly attached. To take it one day at a time. Or on Dakar, rather, one night at a time. They’d leave again eventually.

“Osha, shut up already.” Tux nudged her with an elbow and Osha shrugged apologetically.

“It���s fine”, Kaisa sighed and downed her cup. “She says her parents won’t approve. Don’t want to get her into trouble.”

Osha grimaced.

“Ouch. Yeah. Been there.” She put an arm around Kaisa’s shoulder, clinking her cup to hers. “Well, if you ever want a fresh start and that archmage won’t bring you back, we’ll gladly keep you.”

☼・10・☼

Ruby sank into the plush chair, the cushions almost swallowing her. She kind of wished they did.

“Denied”, she said tonelessly. “I’ve got a week to appeal the appeal of the appeal, no support, no time and no leverage. Who even came up with a system like that?”

“And what are you going to do about it?”

“What am I going to do about what? I can conjure a whole damn fire elemental from nothing, but I cannot conjure up a bloody conscience for Dalael and his ilk.”

“Rubinia!” Damariel pursed her lips. “That is unbecoming of someone your station. You have clearly been away for too long. And the company you’ve kept!”

“Mother, please.” Ruby plucked at the fringes of an exceptionally frilly cushion. “I did not mind the company. And since we’re on the topic, she deserves better accommodations.“

Damariel clicked her tongue. 

“Be that as it may, I believe that you have more pressing matters to attend to. Have you entered some sort of contract with the mercenary?”

“No, nothing like that.” She wanted to tell her mother not to speak about Kaisa as if she were just some muscle for hire. That she would give her right hand to make sure she was safe. And if she pretended hard enough, keeping her mouth shut about the true nature of their relationship was the only way to shield her from Dakarian politics. So Ruby did just that.

“Then I cannot fathom what you’re fretting about. Your father says Lady Brightwind has taken well to life at the barracks. I’m sure that will put your mind at ease?”

Ruby rubbed her eyes. She’d never been more tired in her life.

“I’m glad.”

Damariel set her cup down and put a hand on her daughter’s knee. “Dear, you look tried. Stay for the day. And surely tonight you will see things more clearly. There are more important things to focus on than appeasing mercenaries and your little social projects. Although I would not mind seeing you go toe to toe with Master Dalael. It would strengthen your position.”

Ruby was too exhausted to protest, so she simply nodded.

☼・11・☼

Kaisa’s room was at the back of the barracks; a word from his daughter had seen the general grant her a small private space apart from the other soldiers. A luxury, but isolating. She climbed up a flight of stairs that was fixed to the outside of the building. Light would come soon, and the air was already getting hotter. She’d half a mind to grab her swords and head to the little oasis instead when she noticed the door standing open. An orange glow came from inside, whoever it was, they did not try to hide. It mattered little. Kaisa grabbed her dagger, crept towards the door, a spell ready on her lips, and hesitated.

Peonies.

She allowed herself a little smile, willed the space between her and the room to let her pass through, stepped forward and out of the air behind a familiar figure standing by the window. Carefully, soft as a kiss, she put the blade to her throat.

“Gotcha”, she whispered.

But to her disappointment, Ruby barely reacted. She simply pushed the dagger away with a finger and turned, her presence hitting Kaisa like a wave. Like water in the desert. Like something that had only grown sweeter in its absence. This could have been the best morning in a month if Ruby hadn’t looked a right mess. As if she hadn’t slept in weeks. Judging from the red rims of her eyes, she’d been crying too. And Ruby never cried. 

“What happened?”, Kaisa asked, her voice dark, ready to break someone’s neck.

Ruby just shrugged a little.

“You look like you’ve been having fun”, she said instead of an answer, and it sounded almost like an accusation.

Kaisa forced the dagger back into its sheath with a loud click.

“I’m making the best of things. As you suggested,” she bit back.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to be-“

“-Not miserable? What the fuck do you want me to be? Wasn’t my choice to get dropped off here with barely a word of goodbye. So don’t tell me how I’m supposed to feel about it.”

By the time she’d finished the sentence, Ruby was crying again. Ah fuck, was it hard to see her like that. But she’d a point to make, too.

“I’m sorry,” Ruby sniffed after a long pause. “I should have never left you like that. I was so worried about everyone's opinions, I thought if I played my cards right, I could actually do some good this time, but it’s all just the same and nothing I do really matters, I could do everything perfectly right and they still won’t listen and-“

“Woha, slow down”, Kaisa said, calm as she could manage. She should be fuming mad right now. Barely a word for a month, no visits, no messages, just a handful of cold letters, only for her to come back crying when things grew over her head. But unfortunately, this was Ruby. And she simply could not stand to see her hurt. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

“I don’t think I can do this.” Ruby wiped at her eyes, but the tears just kept coming. “I’m not cut out to be an archmage. The others barely respect me enough not to insult me to my face. My mother has all the empathy of a bowl of sand, and father is never home long enough to talk to. I’m alone, and I’m miserable, I’ve made the worst mistake I could have possibly made, I pushed away the only one who actually cared, just to gain the approval of cut-throats and liars, and I’m so so sorry, I should never have-“

“Ruby-“

“I miss you! I miss you so much. And I don’t-“

Kaisa pulled her into her arms before Ruby could choke on her own tongue, rested her chin on top of her head. Just let her sob for a moment. She fit perfectly against her, like a puzzle piece, and in that moment she knew she never wanted to hold anyone else ever again. What was a month to an elf anyway? Nothing more than the blink of an eye.

“I’ve missed you, too,” she said, gently rocking them both back and forth. “You have no idea.”

Ruby held on as if she were drowning.

“Will you come home with me?”

Trading the barracks for the inner city? The university? The laughter and levity for hostile stares? Not very appealing. But she’d have Ruby back. That was all that mattered. And Kaisa had never cared about pissing off a few wizards anyway.

“Of course, gem. I’ll pack my things.”

☼・12・☼

Ruby smiled and took a deep breath, the air filled with the smell of the sea, the wind gently tugging at her hair, the sun in her face. The Scarlet Harlot glided through the waves like a fish, as easily as she’d navigated the aether above. Her heart was light and the road ahead wide open. What wonder to exist with nothing but blue all around and the sails snapping happily in the wind. She adjusted her sun-lenses, watched Kaisa stroll on deck, leant against the guardrail and beckoned her closer.

“Hello, my darling sunshine”, she said and wrapped her arms around her waist, but for some reason Kaisa only smiled against her lips when she went for a kiss.

“What is it?”

“You lost”, she said, took Ruby’s chin and pointed her face towards Coy, who sat on a crate, hidden in the shadow of the mast, an open-mouthed expression of disbelief on her face.

“Oh. Oh no.”

“I think you owe me ten gold, my love.”

“You dogs. You absolute dogs!” Coy jumped up, the string of her violin snapping. “I knew it! I fucking knew it.”

“And I knew you’d slip up first”, Kaisa said, and planted a kiss on her cheek before heading for the ship’s wheel.

“That’s not fair, you’re the one with all the names!”, Ruby called after her. “The one time I…I didn’t even know she was there! And you know I can’t see well in the sun! …What?”

There was a wide grin on Coy’s face.

“My darling sunshine. That’s disgusting. Oh, mother will be furious. I’m so proud.”

Ruby sighed. She’d never hear the end of this.

“She knows already.”

“And?”

“Well, you know how she is.”

“Oh, do I know.” Coy sat down again and fixed her violin. “You fooled me long enough, I’ll give you that. But on another note, you should really give the gold to me.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Compensation for all the emotional damage you two are going to inflict on me.”

“Ah.”

“Make it eleven, and I’ll even throw in one or the other sappy love song, if you’re so inclined.”

“I’m not inclined. At all.”

Coy shrugged. “Your loss,” she said and started plucking at her violin as if she’d never seen the instrument before.

“Gods, you’re impossible.”

Ruby flicked a coin at her and Coy snatched it out of the air, still grinning.

“Good choice,” she said, changing the tune, humming softly, her bow dancing over the strings and the wind carrying the music like the sea carried their little ship.

“A silver for your thoughts, my love // a silver for your hand // a silver for a kiss, my love /// you said the sky cannot be bought // and I said just look up // see all the coins you have collected there // see them scattered in the dark // and I’ll add mine and more than that // just to have your heart. O, a silver…”

[t4tozier]

wait also can i suggest a variant of a royalty au. concubine jace + warlord porter. when jace gets traded to porter’s clan as part of a peace agreement. spends his days draped in furs and silks but also in chains. when he gets fucked in front of porter’s war council.

YEAH. YEAH YOU CAN.

ohhhh that’s so delicious. we will always find a way to luxury sex prison that man.

jace is miserable at this prospect and even when he sees the admittedly handsome warlord cliffbreaker he’s committed to just doing his job but not being happy about it. on principle.

but gradually porter butters him up because in the end jace can’t resist beautiful jewelry and rich silks and furs and the finest wine anyone could possibly offer. and he always turns up his nose and says it’s not good enough for him. but then later, when he’s bouncing on porter’s dick, the goliath leader wraps a hand around his throat and forces him to admit that he loves his life, he loves serving porter, he loves belonging to porter, and when he comes it’s only because his lord allows it.

he spends his days with his ankles shackled at porter’s feet, arms tied behind his back with silken rope so he can’t attempt somatic components and a gleaming collar of rubies around his throat that burn if he tries to cast a verbal-only spell. sometimes he’ll pout and purr and nuzzle porter until he’s allowed to cast a cantrip or two, just a prestidigitate here, a mending there. the only time he’s allowed completely out of his bonds is during the council meetings, because porter knows he gets too far gone to even think about escaping when he can see porter’s cock in his stomach and the other goliaths taunt and tease him for being their lord’s whore, and jace comes over and over again until porter stuffs him full of his seed in front of everyone to prove that the next cliffbreaker heir will certainly be part caster.

[mostbelovednjpwtournament]

Oh you all like data, do you?

Well here, the 100 wrestlers with the highest votes across my main 3 tournaments (Plus a few extra cause ties) as voted by 123,607 votes from tumblr users just like you

Willow Nightingale - 1870 (AEW)

Eddie Kingston - 1617 (AEW)

Danhausen - 1358 (AEW)

Orange Cassidy - 1244 (AEW)

Chuck Taylor - 1017 (AEW)

Athena - 796 (AEW)

Hikaru Shida - 755 (AEW)

Rhea Ripley - 742 (WWE)

Samoa Joe - 731 (AEW)

Sami Zayn - 720 (WWE)

Bryan Danielson - 711 (AEW)

Kenny Omega - 660 (NJPW)

Jamie Hayter - 653 (AEW)

Nyla Rose - 592 (AEW)

Kris Statlander - 586 (AEW)

Riho - 560 (AEW)

Hook - 552 (AEW)

MJF - 549 (AEW)

Jon Moxley - 535 (AEW)

Anthony Bowens - 529 (AEW)

Emi Sakura - 528 (AEW)

Mr Brodie Lee - 501 (AEW)

Adam Cole & Stokely Hathaway - 490 (AEW)

Hiroshi Tanahashi - 467 (NJPW)

Wheeler Yuta - 459 (AEW)

Jay White - 450 (AEW)

Samoa Joe - 446 (WWE)

Zack Sabre Jr - 441 (NJPW)

Christian Cage - 437 (AEW)

Dean Ambrose, Naomi & Penta El Zero Miedo - 432 (WWE, WWE & AEW)

Bray Wyatt - 427 (WWE)

Shawn Michaels - 421 (WWE)

Eddie Guerrero - 420 (WWE)

Malakai Black - 414 (AEW)

Chuck Taylor - 408 (NJPW)

Jade Cargill - 406 (AEW)

Dalton Castle - 402 (AEW)

El Desperado - 401 (NJPW)

Mick Foley - 392 (WWE)

Asuka - 389 (WWE)

Maki Itoh - 384 (AEW)

Nick Jackson - 383 (AEW)

Jay White - 380 (NJPW)

Anna Jay - 376 (AEW)

Becky Lynch - 370 (WWE)

Billy Gunn - 365 (AEW)

Billy Gunn - 356 (WWE) this is the funniest thing in the world to me

Mustafa Ali & R Truth - 354 (WWE)

Kevin Owens - 348 (WWE)

Minoru Suzuki - 344 (NJPW)

The Undertaker - 342 (WWE)

Cody Rhodes - 341 (WWE)

Seth Rollins - 339 (WWE)

Juice Robinson - 338 (AEW)

Mercedes Martinez - 337 (AEW)

Damian Priest - 335 (WWE)

Toni Storm - 333 (AEW)

Xavier Woods - 329 (WWE)

Evil Uno & Sonny Kiss - 328 (AEW)

Katsuyori Shibata - 325 (NJPW)

CM Punk - 322 (AEW)

Willow Nightingale - 319 (NJPW)

Sting - 312 (WWE)

Iyo Sky - 310 (WWE)

Max Caster - 307 (AEW)

Hiromu Takahashi & Kofi Kingston- 306 (NJPW & WWE)

Bret Hart & Swerve Strickland - 305 (WWE & AEW)

Kazuchika Okada - 304 (NJPW)

The Bunny - 300 (AEW)

Brody King - 297 (AEW)

Mark Davis - 291 (AEW)

Owen Hart & Penelope Ford - 290 (WWE & AEW)

El Phantasmo - 288 (NJPW)

Wheeler Yuta - 287 (NJPW)

Hirooki Goto, Drew McIntyre & Roderick Strong- 285 (NJPW, WWE & AEW)

Ricky Starks - 279 (AEW)

Sting & Ruby Soho- 278 (AEW)

AJ Lee - 277 (WWE)

Bianca Belair - 275 (WWE)

Randy Orton & Kiera Hogan - 273 (WWE & AEW)

Sheamus - 269 (WWE)

Tomohiro Ishii - 265 (NJPW)

Owen Hart & Rey Mysterio - 264 (NJPW & WWE)

Luchasaurus - 263 (AEW)

Shota Umino - 262 (NJPW)

Matt Jackson - 261 (AEW)

Cesaro - 255 (WWE)

Scott Hall & Serpentico - 252 (WWE & AEW)

KENTA & Dusty Rhodes - 251 (NJPW & WWE)

Goldust & William Regal - 250 (WWE) father & son separated by 1 vote

Ember Moon - 249 (WWE)

Will Ospreay & Jey Uso - 248 (NJPW & WWE)

Shinsuke Nakamura - 247 (WWE)

Sasha Banks - 246 (WWE)

Chyna & The Butcher - 245 (WWE & AEW)

Hangman Page & Eddie Kingston - 243 (NJPW)

Clark Connors & Thunder Rosa - 240 (NJPW & AEW)

Satoshi Kojima, AJ Styles & Yuka Sakazaki - 239 (NJPW, WWE & AEW)

Kyle Fletcher - 237 (AEW)

Dolph Ziggler - 234 (WWE)

[howlingday]

(Outlaw Star “Caster Pistol”)

Might be a bit dangerous, but what weapon isn’t?

Jaune: Whoa... What's this?

Ruby: (Flinches) N-No way! (Pulls Jaune) Nononono! Nope! Absolutely not!

Jaune: Wh- Ruby?! What's going on?!

Ruby: Jaune, that is probably THE most dangerous pistol EVER made!

Jaune: Really? Why?

Ruby: It has a 100% kill guarantee.

Jaune: Oh, well, isn't that-

Ruby: For both the target AND the user!

Jaune: HUH?!

Ruby: I... I don't even know why it's even here! I thought it was locked up for good!

Jaune: H-How does it work?

Ruby: ...So, it's kinda like a black hole gun. You shoot it, and the target is sucked into oblivion. But every round drains you of your life after you fire.

Jaune: H-How?

Ruby: I... I don't know. I think it's some kind of old magic, but... Whatever. Bottom line: DON'T go near that thing!

[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY/Swords of Fate: Masters and Servants by Route

Dragonslayer Route

• Jaune Arc/Saber-Arthur

• Yang Xiao Long/Lancer-Cu Chulainn

• Ruby Rose/Archer-Arjuna

• Oscar Pine/Rider-Boudica

• Mercury Black/Berserker-Beowulf

• Emerald Sustrai/Caster-Hans

• Roman Torchwick/Assassin-Moriarty

• Cinder Fall/Saber-Mordred

Lancaster Route

• Jaune Arc/Saber-Ruby

• Ruby Rose/Archer-Jaune

• Sun Wukong/Lancer-Sage

• Mercury Black/Berserker-Arslan

• Nebula Violette/Assassin-Yoru

• May Zhou/Avenger-Whitley

• James Ironwood/Catser-Ozma

• Robyn Hill/Rider-Raven

• Morgan Faye/Archer-Gilgamesh

Knightshade Route

• Jaune Arc/Saber-Miyamoto Musashi

• Blake Belladonna/Rider-Medusa

• Rin Tohsaka/Archer-Hachiko

• Sage Ayana/Caster-Tamamo

• Shirou Emiya/Berserker-Sun Wukong

• Misaya Reirouken/Lancer-Elizabeth Bathory

• Adam Taurus/Assassin-Sienna Khan

• Saincrad Phahn/Berserker-Hazel Rainart

• Henry Marigold/Saber-Sigurd

• Amakasu Shirou Tokisada/Avenger-Jeanne Alter

[wrestlingexchange]

Masterlist

Authors and Artists are now revealed! Thank you so much to everyone who participated, this was a ton of fun.

The collection will remain open indefinitely for treats.

If you're crossposting to Tumblr, tag your work #Three Count Exchange and we will reblog in the coming days! Full list of links on AO3 under the cut.

Art:

All Apologies by flyguys for GodivaDevice Max Caster/Maxwell Jacob Friedman Rating: Explicit https://archiveofourown.org/works/53057080

Mystery Work by Bbyfacebunn for Flyguys Donovan Danhausen/Hook Rating: Gen https://archiveofourown.org/works/52999354

Not your boy toy. by cumdumpster666 for JustAnotherMadOne Shawn Michaels Rating: Teen And Up Audiences https://archiveofourown.org/works/52999717

Fic:

all your blood and curses by voodoochild for stinkbuggery Nigel McGuinness/Blackpool Combat Club Poly Rating: Explicit https://archiveofourown.org/works/52994188

Bloom by racketstory for NastyBambino Matt Jackson/Nick Jackson Rating: Explicit https://archiveofourown.org/works/52981177

blooming now (be my honey) by sarahcakes613 for sequentialprophet Claudio Castagnoli/Wheeler Yuta Rating: Explicit https://archiveofourown.org/works/52997395

butterflies from new york (a window) by blizzard_suplex for voodoochild Willow Nightingale & Ruby Soho & Eddie Kingston (platonic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences https://archiveofourown.org/works/52986868

cause all the memories that we dreamed of now have all been washed away (do you feel love?) by rawrimmapanda for pastelwind Narita Ren/Umino Shota Rating: Explicit https://archiveofourown.org/works/53072986

The cleaner, Joe by liznt for ungefug Samoa Joe/CM Punk Rating: Mature https://archiveofourown.org/works/53046757

Give Me Revelations by WakeUpDreaming for sarahcakes613 Daniel Garcia/Eddie Kingston Rating: Explicit https://archiveofourown.org/works/53015833

Feel the Heat, Come out of Cold by WakeUpDreaming for sarahcakes613 Nick Jackson/"Hangman" Adam Page Rating: Mature https://archiveofourown.org/works/53011801

the heart tells the tale by sequentialprophet for blizzard_suplex Adam Cole/Roderick Strong Rating: Teen And Up Audiences https://archiveofourown.org/works/53041348

Hot Ones in Long Island by idyllic_idioms for Stay_Safe_Pixieboots Adam Cole & Maxwell Jacob Friedman (platonic) Rating: Gen https://archiveofourown.org/works/53202682

I could be your girlfriend tonight by ungefug for GlamAssKiddo Samoa Joe/CM Punk Rating: Explicit https://archiveofourown.org/works/52987816

I'm Coming With You by thunderkiss86 for PokeGirl628 Will Ospreay Rating: Mature https://archiveofourown.org/works/53190007

Love's Gone To Hell (And So Have I) by Stay_Safe_Pixieboots for idyllic_idioms Blackpool Combat Club (Poly) Rating: Gen https://archiveofourown.org/works/52992535

Luck be a Lady by GlamAssKiddo for terribleCoder Maxwell Jacob Friedman/The Acclaimed Poly Rating: Explicit https://archiveofourown.org/works/53049598

MD4R by sunsetflips for thunderkiss86 War Dogs (platonic) Rating: Mature https://archiveofourown.org/works/53018842

needed by Anonymous for racketstory Matt Jackson/Nick Jackson Rating: Explicit https://archiveofourown.org/works/53202913

No Chance. No Way. And Yet…. by ThatBohoFemme for reeby10 "Hangman" Adam Page/Swerve Strickland Rating: Teen And Up Audiences https://archiveofourown.org/works/53174530

Partners by reeby10 for ThatBohoFemme Donovan Danhausen/Hook Rating: Teen And Up Audiences https://archiveofourown.org/works/52982422

picture show by stinkbuggery for Bbyfacebunn Donovan Danhausen/Brody King Rating: Teen And Up Audiences https://archiveofourown.org/works/53056576

R U Mine? (I Wanna Be Yours) by NastyBambino for WakeUpDreaming Matt Jackson/"Hangman" Adam Page Rating: Mature https://archiveofourown.org/works/52867378

The secrets we keep by pastelwind for rawrimmapanda El Desperado/Takahashi Hiromu Rating: Explicit https://archiveofourown.org/works/53054425

the ties that bind by GodivaDevice for liznt Maxwell Jacob Friedman/CM Punk Rating: Explicit https://archiveofourown.org/works/53023174

the universe to the left by or-ng-c-ss-dy (o_r_ng_c_ss_dy) for KatMagenta Orange Cassidy/Chuck Taylor Rating: Mature https://archiveofourown.org/works/53048416

we'll set something ablaze by KatMagenta for or-ng-c-ss-dy (o_r_ng_c_ss_dy) Fire Ant/Chuck Taylor Rating: Explicit https://archiveofourown.org/works/52998934

With Ice Cold Hands by JustAnotherMadOne for cumdumpster666 The Undertaker & Kane (platonic) Rating: Mature https://archiveofourown.org/works/52988734

you gave up so easily (promise you can’t replace me) by rawrimmapanda for sunsetflips David Finlay/Jay White Rating: Teen And Up Audiences https://archiveofourown.org/works/52977919

[valkariel]

Gridarvor

The Archmage shoes have silver and brown belt details that echo the top nicely, -and- the secondary dye channel colors the bottom of the shoes, so blood red/rust red matches the inner part of the chest piece too.

The first version I made of this used Edenmorn leggings with Virtu Goetia Boots and undyed chestpiece. The scalloped edge of the Edenmorn legs don't peek out well with the Archmage shoes, so swapping with the Virtu Goetia shoes shows off that detail better :> The Cryptlurker chausses gives the illusion that the white undershirt of the chestpiece is extended while also covering the upper thigh area. I like all three versions versions a lot, but I think I prefer the extended white shirt detail most in terms of cohesion for an adventuring look. If only the Edenmorn scalloped edges could be paired with the Cryptlurker skirt and also the heels of the Goetia boots on the Archmage boots...

Head: Felicitous Hood - soot black / rust red Body: Neo Kingdom Coat of Casting - jet black / default Hands: Edenmorn Dress Sleeves of Casting - soot black Legs: Edenmorn/Edenmete Chausses of Casting - default Alt Feet: Archmage Thighboots - jet black / blood red

Alt Head: Fat Cat Hood - charcoal grey / rust red Alt Legs: Augmented Cryptlurker's Chausses of Casting - snow white Alt Feet: Virtu Goetia Thighboots - default For other casters: Alt Feet: No.2 Type B Boots | YoRHa Type-53 Thighboots of Casting

Earring: The Emperor's New Earrings Neck: The Emperor's New Necklace Wrists: The Emperor's New Bracelet Right Ring: Augmented Cryptlurker's Ring of Casting Left Ring: Augmented Cryptlurker's Ring of Casting

Main Hand: Gridarvor - ruby red / ice blue Off Hand: --

Fashion Accessory: -- Minion: -- Mount: -- Location: Faeberry Atelier

Shader: Faeberry Studio - 7.0