#Talon imagine

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: f!reader | sexual content | anal mention | character mentions murdering you at the end as sex innuendo.

TALON swears it's nothing to him, that you're nothing to him. His life is in service of the Court, of his self-interest, of his preservation. There's no room for you, or someone like you when his duties must be upheld, and sacrifices are to be made. If anyone were to think you meant something to him, you could be the sacrifice. Dealt on the altar of power, you'd be a snow white lamb with your throat cut. There is no room for you with him.

Yet when he looks into your sweet doe eyes, breathes in the scent of your hair, he forgets everything for a moment. One merciful moment is his as he indulges in rich rapture, drinking you in like the God of Wine's most sacred blend. You are an art-form. Truly, in your most vulnerable state, you allow him to bask in it. No one knows what you sound like at climax, no one has seen your bare statuesque form bent and frayed in every position as he unravels you from the inside, no one but him. You give it all to him so trustingly, so naive yet impetuous. He admires it, admires you.

You've grown so distracting to him, he even ponders your recent escapades during his missions. The lonely and long hours of the night are a little more bearable when he visualizes your warm body underneath him, soaking him up as you take his every inch. Briefly, he considers entering you from another hole just to see your eyes light up with intrigue, greeting the new sensation with all the wiles and tenacity of a girl eager to prove herself. You do good for him.

One single claw draws up the blade of his knife at the thought. Uncharacteristically absent-minded, your image runs away with him, a curl tugging at the corner of his mouth when he stifles an anticipatory chuckle. He'll be with you soon. Even if he can't have you completely, that he won't let himself be yours, he'll borrow you as many times as he sees fit.

And if the Court discovers you, he'll be the one to end you. Compared to what the Court will do to you if they find out you've laid with the Talon, it'll be merciful. He'll even let you look into his eyes.

[rookanisstuff]

5. Temple kiss for our Personal Assassin pretty please? (With Rook either cupping his cheek or hugging him around the shoulders...? just a suggestion tho)

The First Talon’s guard dogs

Someone also asked how Spite fits into Vivienne and Lucanis’s relationship and I think being a Tevinter mage she’s encountered her fair share of “friendly” demons so they’ve lost their novelty to her. She sees him mostly as the weird pet ur partner has.

Whenever he pops up when they’re alone, she tells him to “Give Lucanis back,” and go play with the wisps. Tough luck for Spite, but she’d rather her Lucanis’s company. Spite found a loophole though, he does devour her nightmares, but he follows her in dreams, that’s about the only time he gets to be alone with her.

However once Lucanis dies, Spite keeps Rook company as a wisp for 40 years until she passes too, he’s a great comfort during that time.

[teyrnacousland]

Caterina just announcing Lucanis as First Talon at a dramatic moment in front of all the other Talons feels the same as when someone proposes to their partner in a public place with friends and family around so they feel pressured to say yes

[thimblings]

i keep drawing him looking like he has the upper hand but tbh this is their dynamic more likely marisol is a menace, and the rookanis rot continues bonus:

[vigilskeep]

as a big fan of you Viago Posting I gotta ask, how do you think Viago feels/reacts to the news of Rook de Riva romancing each of the various companions? I feel like the guy would absolutely have Opinions on all of them lol

i keep receiving asks addressed like this as though i am some kind of Viago Whisperer, which i find both funny and an intimidating task. nevertheless i shall do my best.

i don’t think he would react well to any of the options here, but that’s not necessarily damning, because viago does not react well to basically anything. roughly in order from Least Viago Stress to Most Viago Stress:

1) emmrich seems, in banters with lucanis, to have been emboldened by lucanis’ confirmation that viago posssesses a rosseletto painting and gone on to actually discuss art with viago himself. (lucanis later lets emmrich know from viago that a painting he ordered for vorgoth’s benefit has come in.) emmrich is a man of culture with a very respectable necrotic damage specialisation. he comes from a politically powerful organisation that can defend itself, yet is not personally ambitious in a way likely to drag house de riva into trouble or use rook for his own ends. sure i think viago would make a little fuss about the age gap because he’s judgemental like that but i don’t think there would be much passion behind it

2) bellara’s bubbling questions and excitable nature would be personally a bit startling and maybe slightly grating to viago but i’m keeping her pretty high up because i think lucanis is right and that viago would eat up her knowledge about taste profiles for his usual Nefarious Purposes. once he realises she genuinely is asking questions about house de riva proprietary poisoning tactics for writing research, of all things, i think we can get these fantasy scientists chatting and then she’d charm him against his will.

3) taash’s general bluntness would startle viago even more. their interactions would be pretty hysterical, because taash is so straightforward and viago is so paranoid, and i think viago would leave all of them confused and slightly intimidated. if you send taash with the crows in the final battle, they and teia have a cute interaction about taash getting honorary crow rights, as a conclusion to lucanis and taash’s banters. so this has Teia Approval, which causes viago grumbling but does have a positive viago effect overall. the lords of fortune are friendly with the crows so i don’t think there are major occupational objections here

4) harding is an inquisition agent, which i think viago probably has both condescending and paranoid opinions about. i.e., the inquisition are a small band of fading influence but they also have a history of insane power grabs out of nowhere. neither of which are exactly what you want your protege to marry into. her inability to cook suggests very little skillset bonding. she’s an ordinary farm girl from ferelden and viago’s an antivan elitist so no discussion of their relative backgrounds is going to go very well. HOWEVER, there are saving graces here. she’s a rogue, which is the viago equivalent of dating someone who’s made good career choices. they briefly worked together in the comics with no issues and happily shook hands at the end. he would find her powers conceptually interesting. she’s the type of person to make an effort with in-laws. (hysterical image of her somehow getting viago to her ma’s house for a family gathering. his spindly legs not fitting under the dwarven table. him testing the world’s most earnest fereldan soup for poison. endless potential here.)

5) neve is a detective. viago is a poisoner and rook is his assassin. these are not particularly compatible life paths and i believe viago would point this out with increasing volume as nobody else seems to take issue with it. her canonical willingness to work with the crows would mollify him a bit. every other aspect of her life would not. maybe avoid her mentioning that she lives in a dock town apartment and makes no money because she’s too busy picking fights against impossible odds out of the goodness of her heart? like just don’t bring that up over dinner.

6) davrin made life choices against his own clan’s wishes, greatly approves when you knock his boss out cold, and has zero respect for the crows. davrin does not want viago’s approval. davrin cannot even pretend to want viago’s approval. viago thinks he has the right to be insulted. let alone the insult of his protege ending up with someone with the zero lifetime prospects of a grey warden monster hunter. does rook even know what happened the last time a crow lost their head over a warden? perhaps rook would like the crows to bury as many fifth talons as they did eighth talons! <- said in increasingly hysterical tones, as teia pats him on the back comfortingly while giving rook a thumbs up for picking out a handsome one

7) viago’s fairly sure you’re publicly dating the first talon because you want him personally in an early grave

[hayheadd]

[skunkes]

wanted to draw the sleep chart for some reason

[letternotekisses]

nghhh your blog has made me think of the idea of Doomfist giving his assistant to Ramattra as a way of bridging an alliance between Talon and Null sector....Ram using the assistant as a little stress toy......help

Akande knows how to sweeten a deal.

He��s negotiated and bartered with so many powerful men that swaying them comes to be like second nature for him, but this time it’s a little different. This is no man and there’s no greedy human nature Akande can target. There is no weakness.

Your heels clack against the glossy mahogany flooring as you patter beside him, clutching important notices and valuable documents close to your chest like they might fly away. And you’re tittering away with a casualness that he’d let no another agent of his get away with, but Akande isn’t the only one listening.

Ramattra tilted his head with something that could only be described as curiosity. Such a small thing, you were. Surrounded by dangerous killers and meticulous assassins that would exploit your every weakness should you let down your guard, yet you led him through the halls with all the grace and confidence of a pampered feline pet.

Nothing you were saying was of any importance to the omnic, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away, intently listening to every word that fell from your soft, pouty lips. You were valuable to Akande somehow, special in a way that had Ramattra craving a personal insight.

“My assistant will help you get settled in.”

Akande smiles at him, both knowing and smug as he offers him a key to what Ramattra assumes is the room he’ll be staying in. It is then when the omnic realises he’s been caught staring, but Akande only seems all too pleased.

He’d found his bartering chip, squeezed into an all too tight skirt and a low cut blouse.

—

It’s when you take him to the hilt that Ramattra finally decides on his answer.

Such a soft, sweet little thing you are. Panting into the air as he splays a hand onto your lower back, digging his metal fingers into the fat of your hips to drag you down further. Humans, so malleable, so weak, so soft. Your cunt flutters around the silicone of his cock, sucking him impossibly deeper despite the already snug fit.

“Ambitious, aren’t you?” Ramattra snarls, shifting his hips forward to bump the fat tip of his cock deeper, to bully himself into the softest parts of you. You’re whimpering into the satin sheets like a bitch in heat and it urges him to break you, to cup the soft pudge of your tummy and force himself as deep as he could ever possibly go.

Ramattra had little need for pleasures of the flesh, but there was something all too gratifying about watching you urge yourself on something much too big for you to take. For someone so insignificant, Ramattra was all too tempted to indulge in you, after all, you’d all but been handed over to him on a silver platter.

“Please..” You whine, your begging quickly silenced by a powerful pump of his hips, the cables attached to his head falling past his shoulders in disheveled waves. He wants to tear into your softness. Bury himself inside you and never come back out. He’d give Akande all of the resources he could want just for a few extra minutes between your plush thighs.

He all but cackles, the noise deep and synthetic as he watches your cunt flutter greedily around him. Ramattra pins you down by the back of your neck, revelling in your heat as it bleeds into his hands, warming the metal when he thumbs your nape in a soothing manner.

“Come on my cock, little assistant,” He purrs, his voice staticky with want, “And I will reward your excellence.”

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 342

Danny reincarnates, y’know, as some realms beings who have previously died will do. He doesn’t choose a dimension or a perfect life or anything, he just misses being alive in a way that’s starting to grow unfamiliar now y'know? 

So he reincarnates, most memories gone and those not easily dismissed as dreams and imagination. He even gets a baby brother in this life, a tiny thing with bright blue eyes and a good grip on his fingers. He loves his baby brother. Adores him. Would do anything for him. 

Or, Danny incarnates as Thomas Wayne Jr, Bruce Wayne’s older brother. 

[rsenak]

Just a regular Thursday night

[shoomdle]

observing the subject

[ranticore]

You opened a can of worms for me with Baby Sphinxes. If they develop at around the same time as baby humans, how it's their upbringing? Do they have a "den" to be raised in, or how does the parent transport them from one place to the other? Do they have one, two, or multiple parents taking care of them?

Because sphynxes are very language-based to do their riddles, does that affect how quickly their speech develops and/or the relationship a parent has with their child/cub in terms of their comunication while they're learning?

And last, based off the harpy-human child (five talons ily) could a human raise a sphynx sucessfully? And the other way around?

they usually have single babies, rarely twins. they tend not to live in groups, you might find a loose coalition who share a few dens in close proximity, but it wouldn't be as close-knit as a wolf pack or even a feral cat colony. it's rare for both parents to stick around, usually it's one or the other who takes the kid. the favoured den of sphinxes is a cave, but these are rarer to find than the next best thing - ancient ruins, abandoned buildings, etc. they looove their ancient ruins, and this world has a lot of them scattered about. remains of settlements that couldn't withstand the crawling beats, or buildings even older than the oldest wyrms, strange constructions that imply a society that didn't live behind walls by default (crazy huh).

when communicating with kids it's very much like how humans do it, with the same sort of development, but the speech patterns are different - baby gets raised on a diet of riddles, poems, wordplay, puns, and convoluted narrative. rarely is anything straightforward for a sphinx and they are anything but plain-spoken.

i think a sphinx has the best shot, out of all the monsters i've talked about, to raise a human successfully. the babies are basically the same in terms of needs and care requirements and sphinxes are smart enough to recognise a cross-species-adoption baby may have different social needs (something the falconers still haven't quite figured out). the other way around would in theory work just as well, but humans often lack the innate curiosity of a sphinx, and can be pretty horrible about monsters. baby might just be raised as if it's a weird cat. the riddling behaviour will still develop no matter what, as it's part of the curse, but it will be a lot less sophisticated and kind of clumsy unless the foster parent specifically focuses on this aspect of their development.

[rookanisstuff]

Wait……….. do we think a De Riva Rook is Viago’s heir to the seat of fifth Talon…………..?

[ky-landfill]

Would love to see your Bruce trying to cope with simultaneous Robin's!! 💛💛

[stuck-in-jelly]

Imagine they are looking everywhere for Harrow and the trio end up getting a tip of sightings of a strange Xadian bird in Del Bar

So now Soren HAS to go to Del Bar to investigate the claims and stumbles across his mom in the process

[emmavakarian-theirin]

the way the music died at just the right moment made this so perfect