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Megaman Production Art Scan of the Day #762:
Shingo Adachi's Story of Meteor Artbook: Page 27
No, those weird dark line cuts are not from my scanner, it really was printed that way. It's more noticeable at full view in this resolution, so it appears his scans of Hayaya and the Tribe art were on multiple pieces of paper and they weren't aligned perfectly before being captured for this book.
While I haven't fully cleaned it up for Scan of the Day, you can still see a cleaner scan of Hayaya's settei here, that I have already posted.
Tribe key art for clarification on his missing Subaru and Rockman:
And yes, Adachi, I liked that other idol rival of Misora's, too...
*ahem*...I mean, who? (thanks, Ian! LOL)
Full Resolution Scan: https://imgbox.com/R3oUimYR
English Translation Scan: https://imgbox.com/xeSKO7UY
#Megaman Production Art Scan of the Day#Rockman#Megaman#Mega Man#Ryuusei no Rockman#Megaman Star Force#Shooting Star Rockman#Shingo Adachi#Story of Meteor#Doujinshi#Miyabi Scans Stuff#Hayaya#Hayaya-Chan#Hibiki Misora#Sonia Strumm#Tribe On#Thunder Zerker#Thunder Berserk#Wood Ninja#Green Shinobi#Fire Dinosaur#Fire Saurian#Geo Stelar#Hoshikawa Subaru
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Legends of Runeterra: Fate's Voyage - Volibear Followers Valhir's Prophet - Flamecaller Caprine - Herald of Celestial Convergence - Rhond, the Magma Serpent - Berserker Ursine - Sigil of the Storm - Stormbringer - Clash of Giants - Seismic Shard - Relentless Storm - Invocation of Thunder - Sky Splitter
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All in all, awesome post. I 100% agree with your points. I just want to elaborate a bit on the comparison to the Eclipse. You got me hooked.
Spoilers for Berserk (again)
It's sooooo interesting to see this same action in two very different contexts. A sacrifice made by broken leaders both fueled by their desires to survive and a chance to attain their dream...
(Tiresias' prophecy itself made me think of Berserk, actually. The whole past romance with Guts and Casca, sacrifice of men, a brother's final stand for the band of the hawk, etc...)
What's also curious is that morally speaking, I'm very torn between Odysseus his crew, as I understand both perspectives. Both sides were ready to betray the other after years of being exhausted by events beyond their control (coming back to the theme of fate being unavoidable).
Odysseus was clinging to his only chance of going back home, after his crew failed him time and time again. But the crew were just men, who came back empty-handed of a war they were supposed to have won. They stayed years and years far from home and lost all hope. Everyone wanted to survive and everyone screwed up a LOT.
Do I 100% agree with Odysseus? No, of course. He's still a very flawed and human protagonist, though he states the opposite. He "became the monster", because otherwise, he'd end up like Polites : dead, not with Penelope.
Coming back to the white hawk for two seconds : I don't like him. At all. And contrary to Odysseus, I can't sympathize with his actions. I mean, it's very much in-character, but yikes !
I'd love to elaborate on why I get both Odysseus and the crew's points, but other people, like you, did it so I'll just reblog the posts.
(also, Odysseus actually feels remorse while making the choice, like his voice and expression during the animatic indicate. And I think wanting to see your family/home is way more sympathetic as a desire for power. It helps me understand Odysseus' perspective a LOOOOT more).
So... The Thunder Saga
Or, as we can call it, "Of Intentions and Pride".
By now, Mr. Rivera-Herrans is a guarantee of quality: he makes a song, it will be a bop. He will also psychologically destroy you and hype you up at the same time and give your brain a good scratch - especially if you know the Odyssey already - and the narration is so clear and the characters so flawed... let's just say, you will leave by being completely satisfied.
Fine, the songs might not be musically incredible, but the references, the voices and the lyrics are absolutely perfect. They pick up from all we experienced through Act I and introduce us to an Act that, with those premises, will definitely be characterized by pain. But, like, a lot of pain.
And we all like some sweet sweet angst in our lives, so let's talk about the songs a little more in detail.
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Suffering & Different Beast: We! Got! The! Sirens! In my first post about EPIC, when the Underworld Saga wasn't out yet, I hoped we would have the sirens here and so here they are: the sirens!
I like how Mr. Rivera-Herrans decided to change the events regarding them, compared to the Odyssey. In the original story, Odysseus wanted to hear the sirens' song, so while the crew plugged their ears with beeswax, he was tied to the mast and he actually listened to that song. And yes, it drove him crazy, he begged and ordered to be released, but the crew didn't listen to him, until they were at a safe distance.
So the original Odysseus' encounter with the sirens was characterized by curiosity. He knew they were dangerous and still wanted to listen to them.
But the premises in EPIC are completely different: in the previous song, Odysseus just sang about wanting to become a monster. He won't let anyone stop him from coming back home. This is his main focus - it has always been his focus, since Troy: coming back home to his son and wife. He's not curious about everything, he's not willing to take risks. He's different from his Homeric counterpart.
(I think this also explains Jorge's short about not using EPIC as main source while talking about the Odyssey: he was about to change one of Odysseus' main characteristics, of course he wanted people to not mix up the two things)
So, when Odysseus meets the sirens here, he's not curious about them: he just sees them as a means to his end. He plugs his ears too just like his crew and gets to them the information he needs. That's it. No curiosity, no interest. They're just another enemy.
Hence why, he has to slay them. It doesn't matter if they're begging: he made a mistake once, he won't make the same mistake again. As Poseidon taught him: ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.
Speaking of the sirens, I also love how their "luring song" isn't just a simple song: they literally use Penelope's voice and shape, to trick Odysseus into getting in the water. And that makes it way more impactful: just imagine this man, after promising himself he will come back home to his wife, sees his wife calling for him. The perfect temptation.
I would also like to point out this sentence from Wikipedia regarding the sirens:
"Some post-Homeric authors state that the sirens were fated to die if someone heard their singing and escaped them, and that after Odysseus passed by they therefore flung themselves into the water and perished."
I don't know if Mr. Rivera-Herrans knew about this, but I love the idea that Odysseus was responsible for their death both in the Odyssey and in EPIC. The only difference is that he was indirectly responsible in the original, while in EPIC he's a ruthless beast ready to slay the sirens firsthand.
Speaking of that, I really appreciate how his crew united around this new version of their captain. He's a "man-made monster" and, as someone on Tumblr pointed out (can't find your post anymore, I'm so sorry!), this can both mean "a monster made by a human" and "a monster in human shape" and they both perfectly sum up who Odysseus is now. Still, they accept this and actively support it... at least when the monster's ruthlessness is directed towards others. They will regret that soon.
One last thing; I like to think that the last line "Odysseus" is a reference to King, because that's another song when he will "kill them all" too.
We're off to a dark start and I love it.
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Scylla: her voice is haunting and beautiful and I will never stop falling on my knees weak with love for those incredible singers. Mr. Rivera-Herrans, thank you for always finding great voices.
I also noticed how, from the moment Odysseus decided to become a monster, the monsters/powerful figures started to understand him. We will see this with Zeus too, but we see it way, WAY more with Scylla.
Odysseus barely talks for the entire song. He says three lines only. But he doesn't really have to talk, because Scylla perfectly explains everything that is going on in his mind.
Odysseus says he doesn't have a lot to say? She says he's hiding "a reason for shame", because he already planned the death of his men.
Eurylochus confesses he opened the wind bag? That left Odysseus "feeling betrayed" and "broke the bond of trust the two men made".
Eurylochus is sorry? Still, Odysseus already made up his mind to sacrifice these men and, since now Eurylochus confessed his betrayal, then he can be one of those six. As Scylla says, "There is no price we won't pay" and "We only care for ourselves".
About the last part, I love how cool and dark her voice is, so driven by bloodlust... it's perfect. And it still explains what Odysseus feels, the heaviness, the regret, the sadness: they're still his men, his companion, his brothers. And if all other times their death was unintentional, this time he actively betrayed them.
But still, despite what he feels, he did it. Because "We must do what it takes to survive". And so he did: in order to survive, he sacrificed the expendables.
And yes it's dark and terrible, but it's also perfectly coherent with the character he is now. He knows he has no chance against Scylla and he must pay a price. He knows must survive, to come back home. So, he decides to pay that price and sacrifice six men, to save more - and most importantly, to save himself. Because in the end, it's like Scylla said: everyone wants to survive. Homo homini lupus.
Even darker. Love it.
(One tiny mistake I would like to point out, because it's the second time it happened: "We're lonely demons from hell", what 'hell' are you talking about, Scylla? Maybe the Christian one? Because I can assure you, there's no 'hell' in Greek mythology. But okay, fine, I'll let it pass, because I've seen this same mistake in a lot of works too - especially fantasy stories with a made-up religion, mentioning a 'hell' that doesn't exist)
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Mutiny: as said before, in Scylla (and in Thunder Bringer) we see the monsters/powerful understand Odysseus and see through him. Here, on the other hand, we see how Odysseus' crew doesn't understand him anymore.
Once again, I love it because it makes sense! Odysseus decided to become a monster, so of course now he's more similar to their enemies, than to the other humans. He's driven by one thing only: home. Empathy, kindness, brotherhood, nothing else makes sense anymore, except for home.
It was still okay, when Odysseus directed his ruthlessness towards their enemies. The problem rose as soon as he directed his ruthlessness toward his own companions.
Why? Because of intentionality. When Odysseus' (and Eurylochus') actions led to the death of most of the men, it was never intentional. It was always a mistake. A mistake he paid dearly, but not something he wanted. Hence why, despite blaming and probably having a grudge against him, the crew never rebelled against Odysseus.
This time, it wasn't a mistake. This time, he purposely sacrificed these six men. And he didn't do it to save others, he didn't even try another plan: he did it, because he had to survive. It wasn't even for his own crew: it was for himself.
That's why, despite six being way less than 500+ held more weight for them. An unintentional sacrifice means "I've tried hard to save everyone and failed"... but an intentional sacrifice means "I'm willing to kill everyone, to save myself".
So, we get the sun god's cows. And considering the premise, this episode is even more impactful. It's not just "Odysseus' men are fucking idiots and ate the cows despite knowing they were the sun god's cows". It's a crew of tired, broken people who went through a lot of shit and have lost all hope of coming back home. They're just men.
And so, as men, they make a mistake. They forget how powerful and vengeful gods can be.
But if they forgot, Odysseus did not and the last part perfectly shows his fear, the sense of urgency, the dread. He knows who is coming, everyone knows it and there's no need to tell who is coming, because everyone just knows he will come and that silent threat is enough to make them run away as fast as possible.
Jsut not fast enough.
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Thunder Bringer: the other songs might just be good, but this one SLAPS SO HARD. I love dramatic songs and this one is INCREDIBLE. The singer's voice is deep, rich, powerful. It's truly a thunderous voice and you immediately know who he is.
That's another great choice: no one calls Zeus' name, nor introduces him. All other gods were announced by something/someone or introduced themselves - but Zeus doesn't need to. He's THE king of the gods, he's THE powerful one. He doesn't need others to tell his name, because everyone knows who he is.
And that makes him SO. FUCKING. COOL. Also because, consider what he said. He didn't tell "I'm pissed" or explained why he was there and his motives. He doesn't need to explain his motives. He just said "I'm here and someone will die, make your choice".
This alone emphasizes the sheer power this figure has. He doesn't need to justify his actions to the mortals: the mortals already know what they did. He's just here to deliver. As he said, he's "the judgment call/The one who makes her kingdom fall".
This is great too, because it's what Zeus does in myths too! In most of the myths, the final decision is up to Zeus: he decides who should be punished or rewarded and his choice is final. (Only the Moirai are above him, but they represent fate and fate was an unmovable aspect of life, so they don't count.)
And the whole metaphor Zeus uses to talk about pride is great too. Sure, it's sexual, but I wouldn't expect less from the guy who fucks everything that breathes. Still, the main focus is not on how much he wants to fuck (which is what most of the people who do rewrites focus on), but on his power. And, in this case, on his ability to unmask every pride and every pretense, to show people's true colors.
Just think about it: when he asks Odysseus
If I were to make you choose The lives of your men and crew or your own Why do I think they'd lose?
he's literally revealing his true colors.
As said before, Odysseus has ALWAYS been obsessed with coming back home to his wife and son. He said it during the Troy Saga, he reconfirmed in every saga: he fights for Penelope and Telemachus, because he wants to come back to them. His crew is made of his brothers and companions, sure, but he never said "I will come back home with them". He always said "I will come back home".
What Zeus is doing now is revealing who Odysseus has always been. He's giving him a choice, already knowing what the answer will be, because he wants him to admit who he truly is.
Do you know what that reminds me of? Berserk. I haven't read it in full, but I know the story and if you've read/heard of the Eclipse Arc, you know too and you understand what I mean.
If you don't know (and don't care about the spoiler - otherwise, skip the next two paragraphs), Griffith is the leader of a powerful army and, during the story, he talks about his dream and how he's willing to sacrifice anything to his dream. His companions? He owes them, he says. Why? Because they sacrificed their own dreams, to help him achieve his. They died, to let him follow his dream. So he needs to fulfill his dream, otherwise their deaths would be in vain.
And when everything goes to shit and after he loses everything and gets one final chance to fulfill his dream, but the price would be the death of ALL of his army... he does it. He willingly sacrifices them. Because that's who he has always been. Because that's what he has always done. Because his dream has always been more important than everything else.
Back to Thunder Bringer: I also love how all voices softer and more subdued, in contrast to Zeus' thundering one. It's a wonderful effect, it emphasizes how "huge" he is, compared to mere humans. Odysseus can't escape, no one can. The tears in his voice are full of pain. But he already made his choice back in Troy - he made it even before sailing from Ithaca.
Now, his nature has finally been revealed. and he will deal with the pain it brings.
But hey, he's not the only one to do it. You have to deal with it too, because, as I said, sweet angst is sweet and these songs are bangers. So listen to them, stream them and shower Mr. Rivera-Herrans with love because he deserves it.
And also, don't forget to stream the new versions of the Troy and the Cyclops Saga! They're new, updated, more beautiful, with better sounds and, most importantly, the revenue will go to Mr. Rivera-Herrans' company and not to the old company that never gave him a cent for them. Fuck them and their greed, this man deserves money and credit and to work on more cool stuff.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll do my 30th listen of Thunder Bringer...
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#epic the musical#epic the thunder saga#suffering#different beast#scylla#mutiny#thunder bringer#berserk#griffith#to the defenders out there : my blog = my subjective opinion. i won't change my mind but you don't have to either#i edited it a bit. little reminder: in the Odyssey there's no sacrifice. only Zeus punishing the crew
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Leopold "Butters" Stotch x Reader - sweet escape
Also available on ao3!
Summary: When you and your darling boyfriend break up, Eric Cartman's inner cupid decides to make sure you two get back together... By fucking your way right out of that argument.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (EVERYONE INVOLVED IS ABOVE THE AGE OF CONSENT), Explicit Language, Cisgender female Reader, Aphrodisiacs, Nipple Play, Nipple Orgasm, Penis In Vagina Sex, Bathroom Sex, Creampie
A/N: I've had this in my Docs for almost 2 months now, and never got to properly finish it. Then yesterday I went berserk and stayed until 4am writing and cleaning up the draft so I could have it up by today.
We have an utter drought of Butters x Reader smut in this fandom, so I hope I did our sweet guy justice.
Obligatory "English is not my first language, if anything sounds like total nonsense it probably is so please let me know" This is also my first fic after whole years without writing anything creative and my first smut work in general and IDK how to feel about it
It was your average Monday morning in Park County. People from all walks of life had frowns on their faces as they made their way to school or work, missing the protection of their warm blankets and the peacefulness of a deep sleep. In your high school, most of the students hung about in the hallways as they waited for classes to start, and the cliques standing around together provided some warmth for its members, both emotionally and physically.
At the end of one of the corridors, in one of the staircases, hung out a particular group of young men, lazing around and chatting about their weekend like everyone else. Some of them stood, leaning on the wall or the handrail, while others sat on the steps, basically creating a barricade against anyone who wanted to go up or down the stairs - not that many people tried, anyway; over the course of their high school days all the way to the current senior year, the South Park boys had kind of made that particular part of the stairs their hangout spot, and the other students really just preferred to take any necessary detours than have to deal with the certified biggest assholes in the whole school.
As they began to engage in yet another heated debate over some useless topic, almost none of them saw a certain blonde man arrive. This was not abnormal - most people were never paying attention to Butters, unless they needed him for a favor. What was abnormal, however, was the expression he carried. Butters was a normally friendly and peaceful person, always with a smile on his face even in the most inhospitable of days; to see him like he was now, walking with heavy steps like a soldier, his face down and gaze fixed on his own feet, it didn’t take much from anyone to see that he was not doing well.
“Hey there, fellas.” He spoke in an unusually low voice, not looking up for even a second to acknowledge his peers. Almost all the other boys responded with a quiet Hey or a quick movement of the head, but he didn’t acknowledge either of those greetings, too engulfed in his own feelings.
“Oh, hey, Butters, there you are.” Cartman said, looking briefly at his direction but almost seeing past him, clearly not realizing what was amiss - Eric couldn’t care about someone else’s feelings to save his life. “Thank God you’re here, I have to talk to you about something later and it’s really important, if you didn’t show up it would’ve really fucked me over. You’re really gonna have to make up to me later for that. We’ll go over what you can do during lunch, so tell your bitch to - hey, where’s your bitch, anyway?”
“I DON’T KNOW, I DON’T CARE, AND IF ANY OF YOU DO THEN YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELVES!” was Butters’ immediate answer, in such a thundering angry tone that it made the whole group flinch in fear. This was the first moment he actually looked at his so-called friends that Monday, and his face was one of pure fury. “And if YOU-” he turned in his heels to face Cartman, pointing a finger at his face, “-think I’m going to be a part of whatever fucking evil deeds you have planned right now, then you better sit that fat ass of yours down, because I ain’t helping you anymore, got it?” He turned again to glare at the rest of the guys, who all had wide eyes. “Or any of you bitches either! I’m done with you jerks! DONE!”
“Dude, dude, calm down, it’s okay-” Kyle was the one to first try and appease the situation, seeing as everyone else was too afraid to make a movement. He tried to reach an arm out to Butters, but it was promptly slapped out of his reach by the latter.
“IT’S NOT FUCKING OKAY! Everyone hates you, y’all fucking hate each other, and then you sit around here and pretend to be best friends! Oh, but y’all won’t say anything because if you do y’all gon’ have to hang around with fucking Kip Drordy ‘till graduation! And I’ll tell you what else-”
He eventually became engulfed by his own rage, breathing rapidly as he looked around for anything else he could say his truth about.
“Easy there, buddy. Look, I haven’t had breakfast yet, how about you and I go pick up a snack in one of the vending machines?” Kenny tapped on Butters’ shoulder, gesturing in the direction of the canteen.
“I don’t want no goddamn snack!” Butters yelled right in Kenny’s ear, but the latter didn’t even acknowledge the rudeness, being used to worse back at his house.
“Yes, you do. Now let’s go.”
The whole staircase group watched in silence as Kenny dragged Butters far away, and then all faces turned to Cartman.
“Great job there, fatass.” Kyle snarled, rolling his eyes.
“Fuck you, Kyle! What the hell did I do now?” Cartman raised his voice, pointing a finger in Kyle’s face, then signaling with his other hand towards the corridor through which Butters had just left. “He’s the one that started acting like a chick on her period! That’s got nothing to do with me!”
“You provoked him, dude! You know he’s sensitive about that shit these days!”
“Butters is always sensitive, dude! What is his problem NOW?”
The other boys looked at each other, unsure if Cartman’s behavior was legitimate. “You really don’t know what you did?” Kyle asked, almost a surprised tone in his voice, his eyebrows arched.
“No! If I’m going to be blamed for shit, at least tell me what it is!” Eric huffed, tired of the back-and-forth.
Kyle took a deep breath. “Butters and (Y/N) broke up this weekend.”
The news had Cartman legitimately shocked. “Really? Why didn’t he tell me?”
“But he did. He told all of us.” Stan picked up his phone and turned the screen towards Cartman, with the messages app open, and started scrolling up quickly with his free hand, which made it impossible for the other to be even able to read anything. “It’s all over the group chat, dude.”
“Oh, right. I didn’t read that shit, I was rushing the battle pass for the new Fortnite season.” Cartman waved his hand in dismissal and Stan put his phone back in his pocket.
“Then you can’t complain about not being informed of stuff as soon as it happens.”
“Alright, alright, my bad. But man, hope they get back together.”
Eric wasn’t really feeling bad about causing Butters to snap or worried about your romance out of care for his friend. More so, like everything else in his life, the fatass wanted you to sort your issues because that would bring him personal benefit. He needed your lover for something in the coming days, a very important plan he had been cooking, and that breakup could very well ruin it all.
When you and Butters first got together, Cartman thought this was the death of his most useful pawn, maybe he’d even have to spy on your relationship to make sure you wouldn’t be too much of an inconvenience. To his surprise, the opposite turned out to be true - the already affable young man became even more docile, if that was even possible. He was also willing to do damn near anything if it meant your happiness, so the only thing Cartman ever had to do to get his help was make up some bullshit story about how that scheme was actually going to be great for your relationship and how you’d be so glad if Butters just assisted him with this one thing (despite said thing having nothing to do with you at all, and you normally not being aware of the stuff until it happened). Since the blonde was mad at you, that meant the usual strategies wouldn’t stick.
Whatever it was that was creating this rift between you two, it had to end fast.
“But why the hell did they break up, anyway?” Eric continued, hoping to gather more information that he could use to reverse the situation.
“You’d know if you read the group chat!”, three or four of the guys answered in unison.
“Hell, I don’t read the group chat either and even I know what happened”, said Craig. He wasn’t usually one to engage in his colleagues’ dumb fighting, so, since the most aloof person on Earth had an opinion on the subject, Cartman knew he’d been missing out.
“You don’t read the group chat?!” Tweek yelped, looking at Craig with a panicked expression on his face - even more panicked than the one he had at any given time. “ACK!- You gotta read it, babe! What if one of us gets injured, dies, and you never find out because you didn’t read the group chat? What if EVERYONE dies and our last wishes are all in the group chat? UGH!”
He then seemingly got really scared of this hypothetical situation he himself created, proceeding to hyperventilate and tremble on the spot.
“I don’t read them because you do, babe. Then you tell me everything. Your texts are the only ones I ever need to read.”
Craig patted Tweek’s hair a few times and kissed him on the forehead after speaking, which seemed to calm down the anxious male, who let out a contented sigh as his lungs seemed to finally allow him to breathe properly again. Everyone else around rolled their eyes at this, and Jimmy, out of the couple’s line of sight, stuck his tongue out and made a gesture pointing down his throat as if going to vomit.
“What do you guys do when the girls are mad at you, though?” Kyle asked, looking across the group, focusing on no one in particular - Kyle was the only one there who never managed to be in a long-term relationship (his surreal bad luck with women was extremely good content for jokes around those parts), and wouldn’t have an answer to that particular question.
“I just fuck mine ‘till she’s stupid”, Clyde answered immediately, with a hint of pride in his voice.
“Jesus, Clyde!” Tolkien gawped at the man next to him. Even if they were used to that type of vulgar speech, hearing it early in the morning on a Monday was a less than ideal setup. “Didn’t your mom teach you some manners or something?”
“As a matter of fact, no. She couldn’t.” Clyde looked sad for a moment. “But it’s real, you guys. Whenever Bebe starts bitching my ear off about some nonsense, I just take her somewhere private and give it to her good. By the time we’re done, she can’t even remember what it was she wanted, so it’s a win.”
“She probably just drops the issue because she knows you’re too stupid to hold any kind of deep conversation with”, stated Craig, earning a chuckle from most of the guys.
“Hey! It’s not like you’re any kind of master communicator either, Mr. Don’t-Read-The-Group-Chat!” Clyde retorted, hitting Craig - and Tweek, by association - right where it hurted.
By then, Cartman had tuned out the voices of all the other guys, the gears in his mind turning furiously. Clyde, however much of an idiot he could be, had unironically given him the solution to his most pressing problem.
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Later on, at night, the only lights on in a particular suburban street were those in the kitchen of the Cartman household.
Eric had an old cookbook open in the counter in front of him, alongside an assortment of ingredients and kitchen utensils. The food laid out seemed like your average components for making cupcakes - sugar, eggs, flour, the works -, but, hidden in the middle of it all, camouflaging itself nicely with the vanilla extract in a way that one would really need to pay attention to realize, was a bottle containing an edible aphrodisiac concentrate - the wonders of same-day delivery allowed it to be dropped off at Cartman’s doorstep right that afternoon when he bought it in the morning.
After being done with all the other ingredients in the bowl, following the instructions in the book to a tee - Cartman could fool around with many things, but food was not one of them -, Eric grabbed the tray with the liners he had set and transferred the mixture to them. After that, he picked up that one particular bottle, turning his attention to two specific tins closest to him in the tray, lined with red cases. The bottle had instructions in the back of it - thorough information about its content, advice about the amount that was to be used and general warnings -, but the cook was having none of that, instead dumping the liquid in the two tins until he felt satisfied. In his mind, the more effect it made, the easier for him.
When that was done, he carefully put the tray into the oven and moved on to other parts of the recipe.
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The next day, Eric Cartman was on a mission. Along with the usual backpack, he carried with him to school a small box that smelled faintly of vanilla. The cupcakes had turned out really dang nice, if he could say so himself, and now it was time to pacify a certain pair of lovebirds.
After going to the usual staircase, he was surprised to find that his target, the only one of those assholes he cared to see today, was not around - but it wasn’t without reason; ever since his outburst yesterday, most of the other guys had decided to leave Butters alone with his anger until the issue was resolved, so he got warned to take his sulking elsewhere because it was bringing everyone down. As soon as he found that out, Eric turned on his heels and continued through the hallways, leaving his other colleagues very confused.
Making his way to Butters’ locker, he found the blonde male unaccompanied, mumbling some nonsense as he picked up everything he needed for the upcoming classes.
“Butters! Hey, buddy.” Cartman approached him with a smile.
“Fuck off, Eric!” Butters slammed the door to his locker, startling everyone who dared to be around him.
“Woah, calm down dude, I just wanted to give you this.” Cartman opened the box in his hands and carefully picked one of the cupcakes that had the red liner, handing it to his infuriated friend. “Might make you feel a little better.”
“Oh- huh- Really? Thanks.” Butters seemed genuinely surprised that someone, no matter who, was being nice to him. He picked up the cupcake, taking a bite out of it right away and getting some of the whipped cream on the side of his mouth. “That’s awfully nice of ya. You’re a good person, ya know, Eric. UNLIKE SOMEONE I KNOW!” He said that last part too loud, facing the corridor, as if he expected you to be around so you could hear all about how much he hated you right now. Unfortunately, you were nowhere to be found - instead, he yelled that stuff right while a group of young freshman girls happened to be passing through, laughing about something. They jumped in fear, looking at him like he was a maniac, and quickened their steps to leave as soon as possible while whispering to each other.
“Yeah, yeah, Butters, I know, I’m amazing” Eric replied, absent-mindedly, setting his sights on the end of the corridor, planning his escape route. “Look, man, I gotta go, see you in class or whatever.” Not even saying a word more than the absolutely necessary, he left Butters’ side as well, this time looking for his next objective.
Luckily, he didn’t take too long to find it as well. Right as he turned the corner, you stood next to another set of lockers, next to Red and Wendy. As they talked eagerly about something, though, you kept to your silence, also dwelling on your fight with your ex-boyfriend. You just weren’t trying to make your anger everyone else’s problem was all, but the other girls knew better than to talk about it near you or ask you questions, lest a wrong word also have you snapping.
Cartman beelined to your group, and as you all saw him coming up, the happy chatter immediately turned into silence. “Hello, ladies”, he spoke, earning a raised eyebrow from you and a questionable stare from the two other girls. “Might I interest you in some cupcakes?”
Before anyone could answer, he opened the box in his hands again, carefully picking a cupcake and handing it to every member in your trio, making sure to give you the one with the red wrap. He had made sure to bring extra cupcakes just in case anyone else in the class might see him with them or ask about it, since just giving sweet treats to you and Butters and no one else would look extremely suspicious. The red liners were to separate the laced cupcakes from the others, so he wouldn’t give them to anyone else unknowingly, and among the colorful liners in the others, no one could see you and your ex getting the same color as nothing but a funny coincidence.
As he closed the box, though, you didn’t make a single movement, still staring at him with the baked good in your hands. “No need to thank me, you know. Aren’t you going to eat it?” He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.
Your eyes narrowed at him. “You put your dick in this thing, didn’t you?” was the question that came out of your mouth. Red let out an “Ewwwww”.
“NO! Why would you think that?” He gasped, his eyes widening in surprise, like it was an absurd thing to even think about - even though it was definitely something he was capable of doing and everyone knew that. “Who do you think I am, some kind of psychopath?”
“Yes.” Your eyes went from him to the cupcake, turning it around in your hand, analyzing it for any obvious signs of tampering. “Farted on it? Put cum on the whipped cream? Is my mom dead on the filling?”
“No, no and NO! Christ, you do something once and all of a sudden it’s all people ever talk about.” He didn’t actually expect you to start asking so many questions - who questions free food? -, so he hadn’t taken the time to build up an actual excuse. “I just had too much batter and made a few extra to bring to class, can’t a guy just be nice anymore?”
You waited a little bit more to see if he’d say anything, if he’d give away any evil plans. Unable to figure out anything, you took the leap of faith, getting the cupcake near your mouth and slowly taking a bite of it. The taste that your tongue could pick up - plain vanilla, whipped cream, a little bit of chocolate from the sprinkles on top - was good, but nothing out of the ordinary. Well, you weren’t expecting Cartman to be some kind of superb baker, and there wasn’t anything that struck you as odd, so you continued eating. Seeing this, the girls around you followed suit with eating theirs, since if you couldn’t find anything wrong with it they probably wouldn’t either.
“See? Pretty good, isn’t it? Anyway, I’m gonna go and give the rest away, bye.” He left before you could interrogate him any further.
“What a weirdo”, stated Red. Before you could dwell on the subject more, Wendy warned both of you about the time, and your trio started making your way to class.
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For the next couple of hours, Butters felt like he was about to die.
His whole body felt hot, to the point where he was building up a slight sweat. During this time of the year and up in the mountains, this concept felt absurd, so when he asked the classmates around him to see if anyone else felt the same way, he was met with confused stares and Kenny putting the back of his hand on Butters’ forehead to check his temperature. He was warm alright, but he could tell this wasn’t a fever because this particular warmth felt more intense in the lower part of his belly, irradiating through his body.
The worst part that came with it, though, was the hard-on. It had popped up about an hour into classes, throbbing like crazy, refusing to go down and urging him to take action. He thought about asking for the hall pass to go to the bathroom and masturbate, but decided against it - because that would mean getting up in front of the whole class and standing there where everyone could see him. At this point, after so long, it all started to feel really painful, so he resorted to just curling onto himself on the chair as best as he could, waiting for the bell to ring so he could leave without drawing too much attention.
All the way across the class, you weren’t faring too well, either - just way better at hiding it. Some strands of your hair were glued to your forehead from the sweat, and you fanned yourself with an old crumbled assignment you found in the bottom of your bag. Under your table where no one could see, you pressed your thighs against each other, rubbing them together as silently as possible to create even the tiniest bit of friction to relieve yourself. As much as you did, it wasn’t nearly enough.
During this whole ordeal, you and Butters would look across the room towards each other regularly - even though you were mad at each other, you were the only person he could think about at a time like this, and vice versa. Every once in a while, your gazes would cross, both with completely panicked stares. Oh what you’d give to know what he was thinking at those times. But then, either you or him would realize the other was staring, and you’d immediately turn to the blackboard and pretend you were staring at it the whole time.
The bell ringing to announce lunchtime couldn’t have come soon enough.
“Alright class, off to lunch, we’ll-” The teacher started her usual speech to send all of you off, but before she could finish, Butters got up from his desk and bolted out of the door in extreme hurry, the speed with which he left being so intense that it knocked his whole desk back as he left and all his belongings scattered to the ground. “- Oh, I guess someone’s really into Taco Tuesday.”
As everyone got up to leave for the canteen, you thought about making a quick detour to the bathroom, maybe you could sneak in a little DJing session in one of the stalls, if you kept your quiet, just enough to get yourself through the rest of the day. Before you could make your way there, however, your girl friends made a whole group around your desk, and you had yourself cornered. If you wanted to leave anywhere, they were absolutely going to follow, so you begrudgingly walked to lunch alongside them, still trying to keep your legs as close to each other as possible. You weren’t sure if you’d even survive the rest of the day at this rate.
You hoped that lunch time and the interactions that came with it could make you distracted unlike the quiet classroom, but you were deprived of that as well. No matter how much you tried to pay attention to the conversations the girls were having around you at the table, the heat in your lower abdomen was too strong to ignore, and your thoughts always went straight back to poundtown at any given chance. More than once you had hands waved and fingers snapped near your face because someone asked you a question and you didn’t realize it.
Also, having scanned around the room with your eyes more than a couple of times like a turret looking for a target, you couldn’t find Butters anywhere in the canteen. You wanted anything from him, even his angry looks at this point were enough to get you going - your mind got busy drawing up all those detailed scenarios where he pinned you to the table, choked you, slapped your ass, pulled your hair, all that while pounding into you violently and calling you filthy names that you never thought you’d hear from his mouth, but that made sense in your anger.
But he wasn’t there, and you had honestly started to worry. The way he left class earlier had you wondering, who was he hanging out with that made him leave in such a hurry? Was he with some other girl? You usually trusted Butters a lot, he worshipped the ground you walked on and never gave you any reason to doubt his loyalty, but now that you had broken up, God knows what kind of shenanigans he could be up to. You certainly didn’t want to imagine the worst; not only because of the implication of betrayal on his end and the idea that he could already be loving someone else so soon, but also because it would mean he was getting a bunch of action while you couldn’t even masturbate.
“Earth to (Y/N)!” You were once again thrown out of your train of thought by Wendy Testaburger, snapping her fingers close to your ear to draw your attention once more.
“Wait, what was it again?”, you answered, looking around with your eyes focused on the peers closest to you. All the other girls at the table were staring back, some with anger in their eyes, some with concern.
“Ugh, nevermind. I’ll text you later, since you’re too good to listen to us today.” She made a dismissing motion with her hand. “The bell’s about to ring. Let’s head back.”
As your whole group got up to leave, you looked around the considerably less crowded cafeteria one more time, hoping to catch your ex lingering around, maybe he just came late for lunch? But unfortunately, he was God knows where still. You were expecting to catch some sights of him in class again, but that was unideal - the setting there was one of silence and concentration, two things that you had no intention of keeping up with.
You didn’t have to wait until then to see him, though. As soon as your group opened the cafeteria doors, he was waiting right on the other side of it, just waiting for you to leave for the hall. Coming up from your side, he pulled on the sleeve of your blouse to draw your attention. “Canitalktoyouplease?” was the sentence that left his mouth, almost too quick and slurred for you to catch.
“Huh?”
You turned to face him and the sight was almost absurd. Butters was usually well kept, his parents weren’t going to let him get out of the house looking less than presentable, but right now he was a whole mess. His hair was all shagged up and he was panting like he had just ran a marathon. The hairs closest to his forehead were wet and some droplets of transparent liquid were around it - could be sweat, the same problem you had, or he might’ve thrown some water on his face to cool himself down (which was also a great idea). He also had his jacket tied to his waist, which was weird considering it wasn’t hot this time of the year and he had been wearing it earlier. Did he spend the whole lunch period running track?
“Can- Can I talk to you, please?” He repeated more slowly this time, gripping your arm tight and making you wince from pain. He wasn’t aware of his own strength right now. Seeing the look on your face, he quickly removed his hand from your arm, but stayed still waiting for your answer.
“She doesn’t wanna talk right now, asshole!” Before you could even say anything, Red yelled out, moving right next to you and locking her arm on yours, to show him that you weren’t alone. “And it’s almost time for class anyway. Fuck off.”
You loved Red McArthur, you really did. That was one of your best friends right there. You didn’t regret at all having told her everything about your fight with Butters, were extremely grateful for the support she had shown you throughout, and you’d surely be glad for her intervention in any other situation. However, she was the one that should be thankful right now - thankful that the knives in the school cafeteria were dull, otherwise you’d have picked up one and stabbed her on the spot. You and your ex were still in a rift, sure, but he was the person you wanted to talk to the most right now and she was denying you that. Even if unknowingly, she was currently being the ultimate cockblocker, or pussy-blocker?
You took a deep breath, something that the other girls probably took as an attempt to dial down your anger at Butters, but that was in reality so you wouldn’t yell at your best friend in front of everyone else. “It’s alright, Red. Go on without me, we won’t take long.” You spoke as calmly as you could, waving them away with your hand and taking your arm away from hers.
As soon as you did so, Butters took you by the wrist and started to power walk in a completely different direction from everyone else, and you had a hard time matching his footsteps while trying not to bump into the groups of students everywhere. You wondered where the hell he was even taking you in such a hurry. For a while, he also seemed confused - he looked towards every door as you went, as if searching for something himself -, but then he made a decision, taking you up two sets of stairs to the third floor of the school building, where he surprised you again by pulling you inside the handicapped restroom.
Unlike the other toilets in the school, the ones reserved for handicapped people were single-user, and since there weren’t many disabled students that were willing to go all the way to the third floor to pee, this one was actually always seen to be in great condition. It was quite spacious to make it easy to maneuver wheelchairs, and also away from many of the actual occupied classrooms. Whatever it was that Butters wanted to discuss with you, he clearly didn’t want anyone else listening.
While he turned to lock the door, you took a few small steps towards the other side of the restroom, standing in the middle of it. You crossed your arms and straightened your posture, trying to look as stiff and unsympathetic as possible. Maybe it was overkill, you had agreed to be here so that already sent the message that you were at least willing to listen, but you didn’t want him to think for a second that he still had your heart on a chokehold like he did.
He took a deep breath as he turned to face you, as if trying to collect his thoughts. “Look, I know you’re mad at me and I’m mad at you and you prolly don’t wanna see me none, but I have no one else to turn to! I need your help!” He blurted out, his arms in front of him like he was ready to push you back if you were to become aggressive.
You frowned. “YOU need MY help? With what?”
“I… I can’t say it, okay?” He was fighting with his thoughts now, knowing that he’d need to speak up, but couldn’t bring himself to. “It’s a heck of a thing and I can’t really explain it and I don’t even know if it can be explained-”
“Stop with the rambling!” You stomped your foot on the ground to alert him. “Either you tell me what this is about or I’m leaving!”
At this moment, he averted his eyes to the ground, avoiding your gaze as if that would conceal his feelings of absolute shame. His hands moved to his waist, untying his jacket and letting it fall to the floor, and the reason why he wasn’t wearing it immediately became clear - he had a noticeable tent in the front of his pants, which the sleeves of the jacket previously hung in front of, covering the view.
As soon as you saw, it took you every little bit of restraint you had not to immediately drop to your knees, free his dick of its confinements and take it in your mouth to suck him dry. You felt your saliva building up, ready to make it as sloppy as possible too. But it would mean a complete lack of self-respect on your part to give in without at least him properly asking for it (you could faintly hear the voice of Red in your head scolding you for that), and you also needed to negotiate your own release, so you just swallowed it all back and waited as he built up the courage to continue talking.
“I tried jacking off in the stalls, watching porn on my phone, heck, even meditating to make it go away… It’s not enough. Nothing is. I NEED YOU.” He grabbed both your wrists with his hands and stared deep into your eyes as he pleaded. “I’ll do anything you want if you help me. If you never wanna see me again, I’ll leave! Forever! Just please help me! I can’t stand this anymore!”
You were far from wanting him to leave forever, not when he begged like this, looking like a hungry lost puppy. The poor man was so overwhelmed by his own arousal that he couldn’t notice the fact that you had taken a few steps towards him to close the distance between you instead of widening it. “Anything?” You murmured, to which he nodded vigorously.
You wriggled your wrists out of his hold and took his hand in yours, guiding it towards your crotch. Your other hand quickly opened the buttons and zipper in your pants, and you pulled it down just a little, just barely halfway down your butt. The wetness between your legs had created a damp spot in your panties, and when you guided Butters’ hand to feel it, the mere brush of his hand over your extremely sensitive area was enough to make your breath hitch even through the fabric. He noticed it immediately, and you saw his eyes widen. “I believe we can help each other.”
He needed no more explanation, maybe due to fear that talking any longer would make you change your mind. So he quickly clashed his mouth onto yours, needy and desperate, wrapping both his arms around you with unusual strength - whatever it is that was driving him mad was also making him act differently than what you’re used to, but you were here for it. As you kissed him back, you felt his usually soft lips to be slightly raw - he had probably been biting them in his anxiety earlier. You didn’t have a second to dwell on it, though, because his tongue swiftly started to brush over yours, an invitation for a dance that you gladly accepted.
Still completely glued to your mouth, Butters started to take small steps, which made you walk backwards, all the way to the other side of the restroom. As your back touched the wall, you felt one of the horizontal metal grab rails under you. You shifted so more of your ass was on top of it, not completely seated (the bar was too narrow for it), but just giving you the extra support in case you needed it. The current position had you firm on your right foot, while the other hovered slightly above ground. Your legs being more open also allowed for Butters to get even closer with his hips, his erection so close to your pussy, separated only by the clothes you both wore.
In one swift motion, Butters hiked up both your blouse and your bra, not even caring about the back clasps, taking everything off and exposing your breasts to the slightly cold air of the restroom as well as to his hungry gaze. The latter wasn’t true for much long, though - he closed his eyes and dove immediately with his mouth to your left nipple, sucking on it and flicking the hardened bud with the tip of his tongue, while his right hand took care of the other breast, massaging it softly. Your nipples were already sensitive by nature, but right now they felt connected to all other nerves in your body, and the stimulation had you whimpering in pleasure.
Your lover started to alternate between one breast and the other with his mouth, giving both the same amount of love and attention - wherever his mouth wasn’t, one of his hands was sure to be, kneading the soft flesh and flicking your peaks slightly. The other hand would then be running around your chest, arms and belly, feeling your soft skin and making up for lost time.
On your end, one of your hands grabbed hard on the metal rail below you, even if that wouldn’t do you much to make you stable. The other ran through Butters’ hair, caressing it - a type of caring behavior that almost felt out of place considering the borderline sinful thoughts you had all day and the situation you found yourself in right now, but that was doing wonders for him, since it made him even more eager to keep loving on your tits.
You could also feel his hips rutting towards plain air near you, as he tried to satiate his throbbing dick even a little bit. Not wanting to deny him any part of this experience when he was treating you so right, you moved one of your legs closer to him, putting your knee between his legs and allowing him to grind on your thigh. He took the offer immediately and responded by growling against your breast and sending some more shivers through your body with the vibrations.
The new stimulus had Butters going wild. He was getting more feral with his treatment of your body - taking your nipples between his fingers, tugging at them and twisting slightly. He started to graze your bud with his teeth, which soon turned into full-on love bites all across your nipples and breasts, the red patches not looking so jarring now that your whole skin was so flushed, but they’d certainly be a nice keepsake later.
When you started to feel that familiar tension in your muscles, the pleasure in your nipples spreading like a flame under your skin, it came as a surprise. You hadn’t ever climaxed from just him working your nipples before - hell, was that even possible? -, and it had sneaked up on you, first feeling like if lightning was gentle, an electric tingle all over your body that sparked like fireworks. Then there was no denying the well-known wave of pleasure that hit you like a tsunami, crashing your whole world around you and making your knees buckle.
Sensing your loss of balance in front of him, Butters quickly let go of your breasts and wrapped his arms around your waist. You wouldn’t have fallen either way, catching yourself in the metal bar behind you with a firm grip, but the consideration was appreciated. As he looked at you with a worried expression and breathing through his mouth anxiously, you felt the walls of your pussy spasming again and more slick dripping in your panties.
“You okay?” His eyes ran through your body, looking for anything that might be wrong, and coming up short. You were absolutely perfect as always.
“More than.” You purred with a smile, giving him a brief kiss. When your mouths parted ways, he tilted his head closer to yours ever so slightly, almost as if chasing your lips with his. Savoring his yearning, you pucker up your lips and make a kissing sound, before tugging at his shirt. “You’re gonna kill me like this though. Just let me feel you already.”
It was his time to smile. “Okay, honey”, he hummed, fixing his posture - and you closed your eyes happily, not having noted how much you missed him calling you pet names until now. He locked mouths with you again and his hands drifted down between you two, pulling further down the hem of your jeans and tracing your slit through the soaked panties, earning from you a sharp moan.
His mouth left yours so he could focus on ridding you of the rest of your outfit, and you held down on the grab rail with your other hand as he lifted your legs – first one, then the other so you could keep stability - to remove your shoes, pants and undergarments completely. You would’ve helped him to make the job quicker, but he seemed to be enjoying the ride now that he had you back in his embrace. Once he had fully taken everything off, he planted a quick kiss on the inside of your lifted thigh, making you shudder.
Slowly and carefully letting go of your leg, Butters took another look at your full body as you stood there naked for him. He wanted to kiss every inch of you, show you as much of his love as possible, but there was also this overpowering lust. Not wanting to spend another second more not touching you, he made quick work of his own pants and boxers while you grabbed onto his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it somewhere and allowing his bare chest to touch yours. You were both drenched in sweat at this point, and your naked bodies basically glued together like that, but in the haze none of that mattered.
Butters lifted your left leg up again and held your thigh firmly against his hip with his right arm, while his other hand stroked his shaft slowly as he moved to position it against your entrance. You felt your cunt clench tight as the head of his cock breached your folds, and you were sure he could feel it too, as his breath hitched and his eyes fluttered when you tried to look at them. “Need me that bad, huh?”, he murmured, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “I need you too, honey. Can’t be without you no more.”
With that, he thrusted into you in one swift motion - your surreal wetness making it easy for him to bottom out several inches deep inside of you, the familiar sting you felt as he stretched you being eased by how aroused you already were. The both of you moaned almost in unison at this very welcomed sensation, and in a moment of pseudo-clarity you remembered that you couldn’t be loud like this, a realization that did not seem to grace Butters as he started to push out and back into you with more fully open-mouthed moans. You quickly put one of your hands in the back of his head and push it towards the crook of your neck, where he starts to place quick but strong suckles and bites, not caring for - actually downright wanting - the marks they’d leave.
“Shh, honey” You whispered with the softest of voices, not wanting him to get discouraged, but still needing to give him a reminder. “Can’t get loud in here or they’ll catch us. Just do this for me, okay?”
It was hard for you to heed your own warning, though - with each quick and hard slam of his hips, plus his assault on your neck, you wanted nothing more than to have him hear just how good he was doing. You settle for biting your own lip and keeping your moans in your mouth, which to him seemed to sound even hotter - as he sped up the pace of his thrusts with newfound energy, getting high on the sound of your muffled whimpers and the wet sound of his dick plunging inside your weeping cunt.
The force with which his hips struck your body had you sliding up and down against the wall, your tits bouncing with the movement. His hot breath on your neck made the fine hairs on your whole body stand up, and your back arched, which made him hit that sweet spot inside of you even more perfectly now. Needing to be closer, closer, you let your hands go from the grab rails where they had settled before and wrap your arms around Butters’ neck, relying on him like your last connection to the Earth now. You were glad he had enough strength to hold you with just the lower half of your body pinned to the cold bathroom tiles while still jackhammering into you.
As Butters raised his head from your neck to take a brief look at you through his half-lidded eyes, he used a lot of self-restraint to not cum on the spot. You were a whole mess: disheveled hair, face moist with sweat, a soft reddish tint spread through your whole body, but more prominent on your cheeks, nose, and breasts. You weren’t staring back at him, eyes tight shut as the feeling of his cock inside of you distracted you from using any of your other senses. He wanted to kiss your rosy puffy lips again, but wouldn’t risk disturbing the pretty noises that came out of your throat as you tried so hard to not let out the loud moans you wanted to. “Yeah, that’s it, baby... You’re so… good to me...” He laid his head back on the crook of your neck, but didn’t go back to biting - instead, he inhaled deeply, taking all of your scent in, your faint perfume that he loved mixed with your sweat and… a hint of vanilla? “Lemme make you… feel even better…”
His last sentence slurred into nonsense, but in the blur you barely registered it. You also didn’t even notice how he sneaked his left hand between your bodies, coating his thumb with the splattered juices around your cunt before moving it up and rubbing quick circles in your clit, increasing your pleasure in an almost overwhelming way. You felt a sharp sting in your lip and a metallic taste - in your efforts to not make any noise, you had bitten your lip so hard it broke skin. The pain, however, was quickly overshadowed by Butters’ ministrations, and you slapped one of your hands over your mouth to silence yourself, leaning with your back against the wall again.
It wasn’t like any past fuck you ever had. Everything was heightened; You heard every slap of his skin against yours and all the little sharp breaths both of you took as you tried to avoid being too loud in your pleasure, you could feel every single vein in his cock squeezing through your tight walls, and you saw whole galaxies even through your closed eyes.
As that coil inside of your belly was getting tighter and tighter, so were your walls against Butters’ cock - and you knew that had to be catching up to him, as he started to lose the pace on his thrusts, and the muscle in his arms and legs seemed to become even more tense. “‘m- I- can’t hold much longer like this, sweets!” It seemed almost impossible for him to get the words out, having to say them through quick breaths as he got close to his release himself. “You’re just… too good…”
Then there was no warning as he let out a loud growl and his hips hit your body with one final deep slam, and you felt his dick pulsating as he filled the deepest part of you with his hot seed. The thumb in his left hand, however, still flicked your clit viciously, and so it didn’t take much longer for you to come undone, your cunt gripping his throbbing dick as the pleasure washed over your body for a second time.
As both of you dissolved into each other’s bodies, you found it in yourself to take his face in your shaky hands and press his lips to yours once more. Unlike your previous kisses of today, though, this moment was much more kind and full of tenderness, feeling exactly like the ones you shared throughout your relationship with him. You both felt loved and cared for, and while that rough fuck session took care of the needs of your physical bodies, the kiss took care of your souls.
You only dared part your mouths this time when it became necessary to breathe, and both of you sported soft smiles after you did, tired, but happy. You started using one of your hands to brush back through your fingers the multiple small strands of hair glued to his forehead, while the other caressed his cheek. He leaned into your touch, resting his hands on your waist. His dick was softening, but he didn’t feel keen on pulling out just yet, relishing the closeness of your bodies like this.
“I love you, Leo.” You finally broke the ice after a couple of minutes like this, giving him a peck on the forehead, to draw his attention back to Earth.
“Geez, by now I sure hope so!” You couldn’t help but giggle at his ever present sincerity. “I love you too, (Y/N).”
As you smiled and took note of your actual environment for the first time in a while, an idea came to mind. “Wanna get away from here?” You already knew what his answer would be to this offer, but you wanted to make your intentions clear nonetheless. “We can find someplace else where we can make some real noise.”
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You and Butters didn’t come back for the rest of classes, and nobody in school had an answer to where you were, either. All texts sent to you or him went unanswered for that day, and your friends had no idea what happened.
What they could certainly say they saw, though, was the pair of you arriving at school together the next morning with a pep in both your steps, chatting away and smiling as you held hands. Everyone was left speechless, and some even questioned if the last few days had even been real.
The only person who didn’t seem confused was Eric Cartman, his nonchalant behavior earning him plenty of questioning from the other dudes the following days, but he refused to admit to anything. And why would he, anyway? You and his friend were back together, happy as could be, the sun was up in the sky, everything was right. And, if it ever stopped being that way, he had a certain tiny bottle in the back of his wardrobe to sort things out again.
Dividers by @cafekitsune
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I finally found it! But I had to find it on my laptop instead of my phone.
Can I request for a Reader who is a Dragon Rider from 'How to Train Your Dragon' (You can decide what her dragon is), being in relationships with the Norse Gods (Odin, Thor and Loki). Your choice is they want to have families at the end.
A/N: I haven’t watched these movies in so long so I had to dig up some information, thankfully it wasn’t hard to find. I also made this as Hiccup and Astrid’s child since it made more sense to me.
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🪶 Odin first met you when he had a meeting with your tribe
🪶 Your parents, Hiccup and Astrid, had gotten older and you took up as leader of your tribe, which meant you needed to go to meetings with surrounding nations, Gods included
🪶 You jumped onto your Bewilderbeast, which you named Asger, and rode away to the meeting with the Norse family
🪶 Odin knew your family had these creatures, and when they landed, his birds, Huginn and Muninn, jumped and squawked at you all, demanding to know why your band of humans was there
🪶 Asger sat behind you as you walked up to Odin, bowing as a greeting, which caused Asger to do the same
🪶 Odin looked at your dragon and smirked, he had no idea you humans could tame the beasts to such size
🪶 After the meeting, Odin had invited you over a lot more, saying he wished to talk about your dragon and how your tribe came to tame the beasts
🪶 He admired your personality, strong-willed yet calm and collected
🪶 And he cannot lie, watching Huginn and Muninn jump whenever Asger opened his large mouth or poked at them with his large tusks got him laughing mentally
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🌩️ You had gone to a meeting with your parents and they decided to have you take a step outside for a break
🌩️ You may be the heir, but they wanted you to have some freedom before taking the reins of the entire tribe and dragon relations
🌩️ Your Crimson Goregutter, Bjørn, followed you as you walked through the fields of Asgard, and you had to admit, it was surprisingly well taken care off
🌩️ Bjørn held his tail in front of you when a strong presence was felt, and it was your ally’s son, Thor, who radiated that aura
🌩️ Thor felt the ground shake as your dragon took his steps, and when he saw how tall it was compared to you, he had to admit, he was surprised you could handle him
🌩️ You hushed Bjørn and greeted Thor as the child of Astrid Hofferson and Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III
🌩️ The God of Thunder had heard about your tribe through others, your tribe had many dragons that you treated like family, and it made him smile lightly as you pet Bjørn’s wings
🌩️ He wanted to know more about these creatures, and he definitely would invite you to speak about them more
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🐍 Oh he was so interested in your dragon!
🐍 You were told by your mother and father to stray away from the nephew of Odin’s, as he was known as one of the most dangerous Gods in the Norse Pantheon
🐍 Loki had hopped onto your Deathgripper’s head, causing them to go berserk, seeing him as a threat
🐍 The Hobgobbler that you were petting and training for their first flight jumped and hid behind you as you tried calming Guenther, your Deathgripper, down
🐍 He flew off of it and landed nicely as you stopped Guenther’s tail from smashing into the man’s stomach, and thankfully, Guenther listened to you
🐍 Despite the rough meeting, Loki and Guenther got along quite well
🐍 From their dark, pet playful personalities, the two of them like messing around and pranking other Gods
🐍 While your parents are concerned about you being with the God of Mischief, they can sense the love you guys both carry for one another, and, because they don’t wanna hurt your feelings and restrict you from being free
#Record of Ragnarok#RoR#Shuumatsu no Valkyrie#SnV#RoR Norse Pantheon#Record of Ragnarok Gods#RoR Gods#Record of Ragnarok x Reader#RoR x Reader#Shuumatsu no Valkyrie x Reader#SnV x Reader#RoR Norse Pantheon x Reader#Record of Ragnarok Gods x Reader#RoR Gods x Reader#S/O! Reader#GN! Reader#Human! Reader#RoR Odin#RoR Odin x Reader#RoR Thor#RoR Thor x Reader#RoR Loki#RoR Loki x Reader
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MK Characters Intro Banter With Monster Hunter Reader!
In this scenario the Reader is a monster hunter from the Monster Hunter game franchise! I love, love, love MH, and I also love, love, love, MK! So why not bring them together!? Reader is gender neutral and is simply called 'hunter' in these.
Tags/warnings: Language, talk of violence (against people and animal-like monsters), Monster Hunter termanology and references, Reader is a funny monster hunting badass!
Characters: Liu Kang, Scorpion, Raiden, Johnny Cage.
Part 2 Part 3
Liu Kang
You: "Y'know, I hunt dragons for a living."
Lui Kang: "Is that a threat, hunter?"
You: "Just a friendly heads up."
Liu Kang: "What are those blades made of?"
You: "My dual blades? These are made from the parts of Rathalos and Rathian I've hunted."
Liu Kang: "They are pulsing with both flame and poison..."
Liu Kang: "My dragon fire does not effect you nearly as much as others."
You: "These talismans aren't for show, Liu."
Liu Kang: "Let's see if I can't knock them off!"
You: "I'd love to see you get into a kick-off with a Seregios."
Liu Kang: "A Seregios? Another monster of yours?"
You: "Just imagine a golden parrot with knives for feathers. ...They also kick really hard."
Scorpion
You: "Never thought I'd meet someone as angry as an Odogaron."
Scorpion: "My rage cannot ever be sated."
You: "I can't imagine how hard that is.."
Scorpion: "Have a taste of hellfire!"
You: "Please no, I've already hunted a Magnemalo today.. "
Scorpion: "I will prove a much bigger challenge."
You: "It feels odd fighting you."
Scorpion: "How so, hunter?"
You: "I only ever fight monsters. I feel I may go too hard on you."
Scorpion: "That longsword is impressive."
You: "Thanks! It's made from that Teostra you saw me hunting earlier!"
Scorpion: "You mean to tell me you successfully slayed that creature?!"
Raiden
Raiden: "What are these Elder Dragons you speak of?"
You: "They are the scientifically unexplainable monsters that roam my world. I have fought and slain many."
Raiden: "Impressive. We could use your skills in defending Earthrealm."
You: "A Zinogre would be a good companion for you, Raiden."
Raiden: "I have no interest in pets."
You: "Not even a dragon dog with natural thunder abilities?"
Raiden: "I must admit, you are hard to strike with my lightening."
You: "I had to get good at dodging thunder attacks when a Kirin went berserk back home."
Raiden: "Your world has made you versatile indeed."
You: "Raiden, help me test out my new weapon!"
Raiden: "Are you welding an axe or a sword and shield?"
You: "Both, baby!"
Johnny Cage
Johnny Cage: "Damn, you take hits like a tank!"
You: "Armor and food, Johnny. Armor and food."
Johnny Cage: "What are those cats feeding you!?"
You: "Ready to face the music, Johnny?"
Johnny Cage: "Wait, you mean that's not a hammer?!"
You: "I'm gonna play the Ninja Mime theme while bludgeoning you to the pavement!"
You: "No Johnny, you cannot pet the monster I captured."
Johnny Cage: "Why not? It's just a big turkey!"
You: "A Kulu-Ya-Ku is stronger than it looks!"
Johnny Cage: "You beat that poor thing to death!"
You: "Unfortunately, that Pukei-Pukei became to aggressive near my village. I had no choice."
Johnny Cage: "Well pookie-pookie didn't know what hit her.."
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Hope ya liked these! I keep saying I'm gonna post write stuff here but never do lol
Here's the monsters mentioned in these interactions for those curious! I put them in a lil collage in the order that they were mentioned!
#mortal kombat#monster hunter#mortal kombat fanfiction#mortal kombat x reader#liu kang#scorpion#raiden#johnny cage
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heave your nausea pt.9
previous masterlist next
warnings: injury mentions, blood, stabbing, angst, i feel so dramatic for this chapter
The seconds tick by, each one weighing down heavily in the tense atmosphere, the dread that fills your lungs begging you to speak, to cull this tension before it gets worse.
Lightning flashes behind you as thunder crackles down.
Geto Suguru has grown older now is what you can notice in those few seconds. Longer hair that reached and cascaded down the length of his back, a small little bun holding his bangs together to allow that familiar strand to hang over his face. He’s taller, broader—
“Panda, get back-!” Yaga’s angered shout of worry is reverberating through the room of his office, the small bear leaping off before the older man’s strong arms could wrap around and catch him.
In the blink of an eye, the small animal had made its way to the incoming attackers, growling and acting out of pure instinct to combat the fear that shivered up his body, pacifier spit out before it pounces up and just about to land a hit before a sharp punch of one of the curses threw him back.
You bubble the small bear before one of Suguru’s curses could smack it away, head turning back just in time to catch the curse that was going for Yaga before—
“You should keep your eyes on me.”
You barely have time to brace yourself before you’re thrown through the window, shards of glass and bits of rubble bouncing off of the thin shield you’ve formed around yourself that was just enough to swallow the brunt of the impact.
(You’re hardly used to the effects of being ‘dead’ for so long.)
You hurriedly bubble yourself, flying away to create distance from him and Yaga. It’s you that he wants, right? Then he’ll follow.
“Hah.” His laugh is void of humor, the look on his face scrunched into one of despaired anger and sorrow that you swore you could see seeped deep into his very soul, shoulders squared and eyebrows furrowed in despondent misery.
“You think you can run? Taking that appearance, at the very least act a little like her.”
He’s already hot on your trail, even as you do your best to fly as fast as you possibly can, cursed energy flickering as you attempt to stabilize yourself. Sweat and anxiety bleeds into your very core.
You know he won’t listen to you right now, with the way his pretty amethyst gaze had clouded over, the way the corner of his eye threatened to spill the singular tear that was building up.
His body is acting against him to not hurt you. Yet, his mind was on a pursuit of revenge, compressed emotions of guilt and regret making him go berserk, hyper focused on only getting whatever was controlling you dead.
Because he knows, he’s accepted it by now, 6 whole years after that incident. Despite Gojo’s denial and almost manic obsession that only further twisted Suguru’s own possessiveness of your corpse.
You can never be alive.
(Yet, why are you standing before him, breathing once more? Why does whatever parasite within you act so similar? Down to your breathing pattern, way of movement, hell, to even the way you tuck your hair behind your ear— This hurts, thishurtsthishurtsthishurts—)
You’re sending out barrages of small, knife like hardened formations of your shields towards him, acting as a deterrent to slow him down.
“Her powers are not for you to use.” His voice is deadpan, cold and absolutely heartbreaking to hear as he flies through with ease.
Your hands clasp around the one that was squeezing your throat, his grip so strong that even you could tell he was barely holding back from crushing your windpipe.
He’s caught up to you, broke through your lackluster power through sheer willpower that was fueled by rage.
You can’t stop him.
“S-Su—!”
“Don’t you dare try that, you vile thing.” He clenches down harder on your neck, eyes softening just the slightest when he sees you struggle from the pain, before you see his focus, his anguish come back into light, the tears in his eyes beginning to gather the more he looks at you. “You’re lucky you look like that.”
The last sentence came out as a whisper, a silent act of mercy before his hold relents just a little, enough for you to speak. “Now tell me what you did.”
What did ‘you’ do to disturb the eternal rest of his beloved? What did ‘you’ or some sick higher up pull to try to gain an upper hand on both him and his family?
He’s blind to reason, acting on pure emotion as he looks at you again and again. As if drinking in the sight of you alive, the sight of seeing you being able to live up till this point.
Your life that he would’ve gotten to see bloom if he had been stronger that day.
(Then you would’ve never been in this situation. It hurts, tears at his heart as he looks at you.)
You’re going lax, black dotting your vision as you struggle to talk, to explain yourself.
“I don’t know…!” You’re struggling to breathe as you barely pant that sentence out. It’s the truth, you really don’t know. Your legs kick as you struggle for him to loosen his grip, your heart squeezing and clenching at the feel of your beloved Geto Suguru harming you.
You never wanted this.
“Not talking?” He suddenly drops you, letting you free fall from his grip in the sky as you blearily see him pull out a spear from his worm. “Then die.”
You can block this. You can, can’t you? No. Don’t try to risk it. Teleport instead. You look back only to catch sight of a blonde on the battlefield.
“Nanako, don’t—!” It’s too late, the picture had already been taken as the blonde girl starts focusing all her cursed energy into it, shifting the photographed items around in her panic.
A foolishly brave attempt to save you.
The background begins to shift, the trajectory of the already whirling spear rocketing towards the blonde girl now.
No—!
You’re pierced through your midsection, the weapon stopping short of your front as you feel the metal plunge deep into your guts, cold steel making contact with warm flesh as it embedded itself into your very core, your clothing seeped in your own blood as you choke from the pain.
Ah. It’s almost laughable how your teleport only ever works in situations like this.
“Geto and Gojo?” Yaga sighs, leaning back into his chair as he let a look of mock annoyance grow on his face.
You vigorously nod your head.
“Those troublesome brats married and adopted a bunch of kids together. The twins, a little boy and his sister.”
You can’t let her see her own parent in his manic state. You hold her closer, hiding her face away into your chest and pulling yourself together into her, practically smothering her face as you feel her start to cry, to tremble in your arms.
“I-I’m sor-Ry! I wanted t-to help!”
“Shh… Shh. I’m sorry, Nanako. Be good for now and trust—“ You’ve heard her call you that. “Mama… Okay?” You ignore the stabbing pain, ignore the agony of your physical body as you fight back the tears, the sheer suffering of the wound as you feel prickling burn of having a weapon shoved into you.
(Because Suguru must’ve gone through hell to be reacting like this.)
She physically relaxes, body going limp and slumping her head forward, the tension leaving her as you tighten your arms around her protectively.
“You damned fiend.” You can hear the soaring of the manta ray that closed in on the both of you, your back hiding Nanako away from plain sight.
“What?” He almost sounds like he’s in disbelief. “You think clinging onto whatever you’re holding now is going to—“
He feels it, that weak, faint, but familiar pulse of cursed energy. Nanako, one of his beloved children.
And it starts to hit him, the plunge of an arrow of realization sinking deep into his bones as he starts to gain back a sense, the smallest shred of reason that stemmed from his uncontrollable, unrelenting belief that you could still possibly be alive.
Not a single time did ‘you’ try to land a harmful hit on him.
Not a single time did ‘you’ care more about ‘your’ well-being first.
Not a single time did he allow himself to let go of his rage.
(All this time, he had still been grieving after all.)
No. Nonononononono—! It can’t be, he saw it, he saw the day that that incident happened, there is no plausible way. There is absolutely—
“You… Let Nanako go now.”
You relent, letting the little girl go as her teary gaze meets her own father’s. “Papa…” She’s crying hard, not understanding just what was happening right now. Why are you so beaten up? Why does he look so angry? There weren’t any scary curses for him to beat up… So why?
Explanations can be saved for later, Geto decides. A smaller, cuter curse is summoned. Friendlier and one of his least threatening in nature.
“Papa will— Explain later. Leave us for now, okay, sweetie?”
Nanako nods, quickly glancing at you and waving goodbye as you try your best to return, doing your utmost best to hide the fact you’ve been stabbed through your torso as she gets on the doglike curse that swiftly carried her away.
You’re both alone now. Rain pelting down onto the both of you as you’re slumped over on the ground, knelt down and defeated, the dress that you had awakened and found yourself wearing dirtied and stained in mud and debris, ripped and torn at the skirt from the battle. Bruises marked your neck and exposed skin as your blood flowed from the many cuts you had sustained.
It’s over. You lost.
“S-Suguru…” You manage to croak out as your fingers dig into the dirt below you. “I’m sorry.”
You close your eyes as tears spill down. “I-I don’t know.”
Don’t know how you’re here. Don’t know why you’re alive once more. Don’t know what’s happening anymore.
You’re ready to be executed by him if that was what he intends to do. You’re just happy you get to see most of them again after so long.
“Thank— You. For letting me see you all- again.” You’re trembling as you try to smile through it. To let him see at least that you won’t, don’t fault him for his actions.
You will forgive him no matter what. Simply because that was who you were.
In that moment, Geto Suguru realized he had made yet another mistake. The way your voice tenderly, softly enunciated each syllable of his name. Your manner of speech, your words. It’s irreplaceable, impossible for anyone else to imitate.
It is you. There is no mistake this time.
(Even if this was a lie, he’ll happily live in its beauty.)
He’s down on his knees before you now. Hand shaking reaching out and gingerly pressing your head into his chest. Right onto his heartbeat.
(Trusting. Unguarded. He’ll let himself be deceived just this time around.)
His forehead pressed against your own as you feel a tear hit your cheek, his now grown black hair cascading down around the both of you, acting as a curtain that barely shielded you both from the pouring rain.
“I missed you.” It’s your voice that echos in his ears first, like a broken melody that was overplayed a time or two, it shrouded him in his long awaited relieve. The night that ran low, leaving him alone all these years had him running, chasing after the long shadow the lone lamp extended to him. He held on and on and on, and yet— It dissolves away to hear you talking to him once more.
The guilt that riddled him for years dissipates with your flickering life.
“Shoko— I’ll bring you to Shoko, okay?! Don’t close your eyes!” He’s picking you up bridal style as he carefully, skillfully avoids pressing against your wound to keep your blood within you.
You’re barely responsive, starting to lose your consciousness again as you nod.
“If I get another chance…” Your hand trails up to his cold, rain ridden cheek. “I’d love to— Spend it with you all again.”
“Stop talking!” He’s crying now, shouting and ignoring you in favour of speeding towards the school with you in his arms, pushing his curse to fly faster and faster as he cradles you close.
He will make it this time around. He will save you and fix what he couldn’t. For if he doesn’t, he won’t be able to endure the pain anymore.
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Notes:
Suguru gave up because he heard you call his name. That was enough for him.
Suguru has seen Panda before. He went easy on it and was careful not to hurt it too much even in his rage.
Much like Panda, he went gentle with you too. He still wants to preserve the body, after all.
Suguru has reversed cursed technique in this au. Much like Gojo, he can only use it on himself and not others.
Healing bubbles take a LOT and I mean a LOT of cursed energy. You don’t have RCT but you do have that aha.
Gojo’s still picking up Megumi and Tsumiki. Legends say that Ijichi’s just pulled the car up to the school.
You couldn’t really talk during your midair chase with him, it would slow your cursed technique because of how little cursed energy you could muster up. You were basically breaking into your reserves with how much you had left.
nvy’s aftertalk:
i have an obsession with u getting in deadly situations hahah
get it? cause pt.6 was called endure ur pain so that last sentence narrows back to it cause geto never fully stopped enduring it hahaha
#dyf au#geto x reader x gojo#jjk x reader#gojo satoru x reader#whalewrites#satosugu x reader#geto suguru x reader
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Grief in the snow The winter of woe Has come here to judge and bereave me Lock up the rage It rattles the cage The fury it never leaves me
Always within To lurk in the skin The wounds ever aching so deeply Try as I may To hide it away The fury it never leaves me
Long I've suffered the hunger Long I've silenced the cry Long I've fled from the thunder To ascend Still I try To carry the pain To keep it contained till the end
Pour out the anger and hide it away Lest it spill to the blameless and lead them to pain In the steel and the rags I will cover the shame So the innocent need not be judged in my name
ODE TO FURY - Miracle of Sound
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LOOK AT HER.
MY WARRIOR.
MY BERSERKER RIGHT THERE.
So, as you might know, a while back I started playing DA: Inquisition, and I decided right away that the Inquisitor would be the eldest sibling of my Rook in Veilguard.
So, allow me to present my Inquisitor, Velahris Lavellan, oldest sibling of my darling Ravenna here.
Too bad that there isn't a Barbaric class in Dragon Age, because it would have fit her like a glove.
She can be definitely found in the mountains battling bears (she got a grudge against them, since one black bear basically took away half of her ear. She got him back by taking his pelt.) or in taverns listening to merry songs lol.
ALSO.
A cookie to anyone who actually guesses WHO she is romancing!! 👀👀👀👀🍿
As usual, I hope you will like this <3
--Nemo
#dai#dragon age#dragon age inquisition#lavellan#inquisitor lavellan#artists on tumblr#da inquisitor#the inquisitor#OC: Velarhis Lavellan#Nemo sketches
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Eurylochus believes that it would be better for him to drink a can of beer to some relaxing music than to stand and listen to ⚡⚡⚡ THUNDER BRINGER ⚡⚡⚡
Oh and the Berserk's sword
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⚔Wouldn't You Like🏛 AU, The Gods of Genosha, Krakoa, and the Human Kingdoms:
Charles Xavier/Cerebro: one of the kings of the gods, is the god of the mind and learning, can control minds, influence thoughts, heal inner pain, cause hallucinations, and puppeteer others; has a moving throne of metal and stardust; sometimes wears a helmet with an X on it; is married to Erik/Magneto, the other king of the gods; his symbols include: twined branches, mourning doves, ravens, and peridots, jades, and emeralds...
Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto: the other king of the gods, is the god of metals and justice, can control any metal, make anything from metal, is immune to certain powers, can manipulate iron in the blood, and uses metal to summon or throw lightning; has a helm of metal, a cape of silver, and usually his face is unseen; is married to Charles/Cerebro, one of the kings of the gods; his symbols include: shields, helmets, crossed spears, eagles, and titanium, iron, and silver...
Ororo Munroe/Storm: is the goddess of all weather as well as motherhood, can summon any kind of storm (snow, sand, thunder, etc.), can control lightning and the winds, can make the sun shine or make it rain; has a cape/cloak of clouds, hair of mists, and fastenings of gold; her symbols include: clouds, raindrops, lightning bolts, cranes, and blue/yellow topaz, aquamarine, and diamond
Raven Darkholme/Mystique: goddess of trickery, deceit, and secrets, can turn into any person or animal, is able to spy in any form, and is the wife of the minor goddess Destiny, who sees the future; appears naked, but is always blue, wears a belt and loincloth of white or black silk, sometimes a top of white or black; her symbols include: blue snakes, blue moons and stars, tragedy/comedy masks, and sapphires and garnets...
Logan Howlett/Wolverine: god of the wilderness and protection, as well as small woodland predators (ex. wolverines, badgers, foxes, wolves, coyotes, etc.), can go into a berserker mode, has six sharp, gleaming claws of poisonous metal, can take on an army of hundreds of soldiers, can bring out the protective side of others, can make a person become like an animal; wears a jacket or coat of brown leather, and pants or a loincloth of faded blue or black; is the brother of the older (and dual) god of nature and the wild, Victor/Sabretooth; his symbols include crossed claws or swords, badgers and wolverines, and howlite, hawk's eye, and jasper
Victor Creed/Sabretooth: dual god of nature and the hunt, as well as large predators (ex. smilodons, tigers, lions, bears, etc.), can fall into berserker mode, lives by his instincts, can drive men into insane rage/bloodlust, can destroy an entire kingdom barehanded, is also a god of protection; is the older brother of Logan/Wolverine, the autumn side of nature to his winter; wears large furred coats and jackets, or loincloth of golden or brown; his symbols include: tigers, lions, fanged skulls, curved, clawed footprints, and tiger's eye, amber, and gold + pyrite...
Hank McCoy/Beast: god of science, teaching, medicine, and literature, possess great strength of body and mind, knows the secrets of medicine, has scrolls and stone tablets of ancient texts, has taught medicine and shared written language with kingdoms past, and is both a lover and a fighter; is fluffy and dark blue/indigo, has little need for cloths, but will wear dark blue/black pants or cloths; his symbols include: gorillas, lions, scrolls, quills, medicinal herbs, and labradorite, obsidian, and turquoise...
Kevin Sydney/Morph: deity of cunning, mirth and merriment, comedy and tragedy, and change, can take any form and any power, can cause madness, is a master trickster, tends to help down-on-their-luck mortals; is a good friend of Logan/Wolverine; wears a cloth/toga, can be naked or covered in a jacket or clothes, usually in shades of brown, yellow, or blue; their symbols include: chameleons, vipers, butterflies/moths, caterpillars, masks, and opals, color-changing sapphires/garnets, and pearls
(They all had once trained and given a gift/blessing (a mutation) to Reader, but after The Fight, they rarely speak of them... no one can ever speak ill of Reader in their presence or where they can hear, lest they earn the wrath of any of them... they try to be better mentors (read: parents) to the new demigods...)
#honeycomb thoughts#platonic yandere marvel#yandere platonic marvel#platonic yandere xmen#yandere x-men#platonic yandere marvel x reader#platonic yandere xmen evolution#platonic yandere xmen evolution au#⚔wouldn't you like🏛 au
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GENSHIN IMPACT | EVERY ARTIFACT ARTIFACT SET (4.4 IN DEPTH) [UI • VFX + PSD]
|DRIVE CONTENT| 3* 4* and 5* Artifact Sets that exists since 1.0 to 4.4 (Feb 6th, 2024)
Adventurer´s • Archaic Petra • Berserk • Blizzard Strayer • Bloodstained Chivalry • Brave Heart • Crimson Witch of Flames • Deepwood Memories • Defender´s Will • Desert Pavilion Chronicles • Echoes of an Offering • Emblem of the Severed Faith • Exile • Flower of Paradise Lost • Gambler´s • Gilded Dreams • Gladiator´s Finale • Golden Troupe • Heart of Depth • Husk of Opulent Dreams • Instructor • Lava Walker • Lucky Dog • Maiden´s Beloved • Marechausee Hunter • Martial Artist • Nighttime Wispers in the Echoing Woods • Noblesse Oblige • Nymph´s Dream • Ocean-Hued Clam • Pale Flame • Prayers for Destiny • Prayers for Illumination • Prayers for Widsom • Prayers for Spring-Time • Resolution of Sojourner • Retracting Bolide • Scholar • Shimenawa´s Reminiscience • Songs of Days Past • Tenacity of the Milleleith • Thundering Fury • Thundershooter • Tiny Miracle • Traveling Doctor • Vermillion Relief • Viridescent Venerer • Vourukasha Glow • Wanderer´s Troupe....Oof!
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BBED: Big Bad Evil Dudes
Hello I'm Ana and this is the second in the BBED series! Each installment is a different Homebrew BBEG of a different Challenge Rating that is as fleshed out(And hopefully cool and fun!) as I can make it. The art and statblock for each is made by me and I hope you have fun using them, either as they are or reflavouring them. Remember the lore info and stats are there to inspire you to do what you want to do, not as hard rules!
Lore: Norlash is an abnormally large Yeti born in the far north to the North Peak Yeti Clan which was ruled with an iron fist by a terrible Frost Giant.. He made a terrible deal with the Demon Lord Kostchtchie, Lord of the Iron Wastes for the power to free his people from the tyranny of a terrible Frost Giant named Baranok. In exchange for the frozen hammer Coldcrusher and all its dark power, Norlash was cursed to become all he hated.
Desperate to free his people, Norlash agreed, and with this magical warhammer he slew Baranok. But in the power vacuum of the Frost Giant's death, Coldcrusher urged Norlash to take his place and unable to resist, Norlash sat upon his frozen throne and became the ruler of his Clan.
Slowly he became just as tyrannical as Baranok, ordering his Clan to conquer all the other Yeti and Goliath Clans until all of the north had sworn servitude to him. Now growing older, Norlash the Yeti King is more impatient than ever to grow his empire. Marching south to conquer even more land as his hammer corrupts his mind.
Running Norlash: Norlash is Chaotic Evil and likely to respect physical might over magical. He is likely to target the largest enemy combatant in a fight. This does not make him unintelligent though. He has 11 Intelligence which is above average for a human and far above average for a Yeti. He is a commander first and foremost and is smarter both in Intelligence and Wisdom than most. He has a keen mind for tactics and is used to completely devastating his opponents spirits rather than going straight for a swift victory. As a king, he is usually going to send his minions after enemies far before actually getting in a one on one confrontation.
Norlash was gifted two Winter Wolves as cubs by a Goliath chieftain in exchange for his life. They are named Hosnar and Malbidun are are his closest allies and some of the few creatures Norlash trusts. They can accompany him in a fight at higher levels or act as his generals.
Norlash commands legions of Yeti, Winter Wolves and Goliath who are loyal to a fault, also falling under the influence of Coldcrusher. If you wish, it would be easy to include creatures such as Goblinoids, Orcs, Xvert, Bheur Hags, Bandits and Kobalds in his army. Anything he could have conquered in your game can be easily added to his legions. Though if you are following his lore to the word, he would be unlikely to employ Frost Giants.
If your party is high enough level such as 9+ while fighting Norlash, it would be advisable to have him not be alone when confronted. Consider adding Goliath Berserkers, his two Winter Wolves or one or two other Yetis to the encounter if your party is abnormally powerful and you want it to be a tough fight.
I couldn't fit this on the statblock and make it tolerable but here are the layer actions!
Lair Actions: On initiative count 20 (losing initiative ties), Norlash takes a lair action to cause one of the following effects; Norlash can’t use the same effect two rounds in a row:
-A frozen wind descends on the battlefield, causing all creatures of the King's choice to make a DC 15 Constitution saving throw or take 3d6 Cold damage. On a successful save they only take half damage. Norlash gains 10 temporary hit points as his armor is coated with frost.
-The King beats his hammer upon his breastplate, causing each creature in a 30ft. cone originating from Norlash to make a DC 15 Strength saving throw or take 2d6 Thunder damage and be knocked prone. On a successful save they only take half damage and are not knocked prone.
-Norlash roars, causing icicles to fall from the ceiling. Choose three 10ft. cubes within 60ft. that the King can see. Any creatures within those areas must make DC 15 Dexterity saving throws or take 3d10 piercing damage and be knocked prone and be grappled as they are pinned to the floor. As an action, a restrained creature or a creature within 5ft may attempt a DC 15 Athletics(Strength) or Acrobatics(Dexterity) check free the target from this condition.
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Goofy, kindhearted, a bit naive, “DID WE JUST BECOME BEST FRIENDS” “YEP” but will shank you if triggered & a tad manipulative.
A mystic monkey (demonic) but not born from stone.
Had a human mother (a slight reference to the Jue Yuan) .
Was found & raised by the Red-Buttocked Horse Monkey , & mentored by Sun Wukong later in his life.
Got his name from the night a thunderstorm struck while he peacefully slept as a baby, and later his powers.
In a relationship with Macaque (hurt/comfort is BIG but they are quite comical and tender most times)
An older brother type with MK and Tao Ling (let the monkey chaos ensue)
Calls the Horse Monkey “Baba” & Wukong “Fu Qin” .
Frequently seen on Mei’s social media (most times in the background either eating a big mouthful or jumping on top of buildings) .
Treats the little FFM monkeys as his baby siblings and cuddles together are a MUST.
Treats Savage & Rumble as his children (LOOOOOOREEE coming soon) (let the maternal instincts begin) .
Extremely protective of his loved ones (ESPECIALLY Tao Ling & Wukong) .
Has beef with the Mayor, Peng & PORTY MK (more so questioning the latter’s sanity/he will yeet Porty without hesitation if it meant he gets a month free pass for Pigsy’s Noodles)
Can manipulate smoke, reflections & storms (mostly winds & thunders) .
Goes “berserk” during the full moon (red eyes, look out) .
Fur becomes a darker shade of navy during the new moon.
Possesses a Podao-like weapon in combat.
Shadow The Hedgehog lookin’ ass
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Mapleshade as a fighter!
ive honestly always thought of her as a barbarian! i should note, maple is her first name, and shade is her assigned last name. surnames can be passed down, but are usually chosen by the guild leader or requested by the guild member. anyways, on to the profile:
name: maple shade
race: tabaxi
height: 7’2
age: 35 yrs
pronouns: she/her
class: berserk fighter
alignment: chaotic evil
stats:
str—16
dex—17
int—12
wis—11
con—14
cha—16
notes:
maple shade was once a member of the thunder guild. she betrayed her guild by sharing secrets and resources with a river guild member, apple dusk. to add insult to injury, she had children with him, and lied to the guild leader star oak about their father. she told the guild leader and his daughter, freckle wish, that they were birch face’s children. after the head cleric of thunder guild found out, she was banished alongside her toddler aged children. upon losing them to a raging river, she went on a rampage to seek revenge. she, along with star oak, roam the place of no stars alone and furious.
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One Piece DND AU — Romance Dawn Trio!
Here is something I have been working on for a couple of months— One Piece DND! I wanted to mix DND lore and One Piece lore. Make them into playable characters that are balanced and fun! I am also making playable sheets and sprites— show some love if you would like me to post them!
Basic Back Info:
Monkey D. Luffy:
Aasimar Protector (wanted to do something based on his Nika origins… also his role as a leader. The flight can be revamped into his bounciness)
Pirate background (duh)
3 Barbarian Beserker (Wanted to show how he shrugs off his attacks and the damage, and punches twice as good. I don’t think monk really displays his rubbery capabilities. Maybe before the time skip— but as a barbarian berserker he still gets a lot of attacks)
5 Battlemaster Fighter (More of the leader and how he has special menuevers his his fighting abilities. I think he would want to protect his crew as much as possible) + Unarmed Fighting Style
Mobile Feat (Wanted to keep freedom of movement + be able to weave through the battlefield)
Cloak of Displacement (His build is less a tanky build, but more an avoid being hit build.)
—x-x—
Roronoa Zoro
Shifter Beasthide (I wanted to include some tiger aspects that he has and also include the animalistic aspects to his special attacks. I think his were mode can correlate to his demon mode without being a squishy tiefling.)
8 Samurai Fighter + Two Weapon Fighter (Kind of a no brainer)
Bounty Hunter
Dual Wielder Feat (AC Bonus)
Dragon’s Wrath Sword (Wado) + Alchemy Jug (Haha)
—x-x—
Nami
Summer Eladrin (I wanted to play more off of her connection to the weather and nature, that she often shows on the sea. I think also fey ancestry has to do with her trickery and summer with her fiery personality)
8 Storm Sorcerer (I wanted her to go crazy with the lightning damage and really have her be a fun build. I think meta magic also shows how clever she is in her fights. The flight plus the fey step makes her stay as far away as possible aswell.)
Ruined Background (Wanted to go into more of her backstory with Arlong and I think the Alert feat fits her well aswell)
Elemental Adept Feat - Lightning (Make sure she does all the damage with her lightning and thunder damage)
Staff of Defense (Climatact) + Magic Tattoo of Constitution - (Wanted to maintain her crappy AC while also being able to cast mage armor for free. Also can be workshopped to include Zeus as protecting her!)
That’s all for now will be posting the next three next.
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Drow Name Tables
Something I did as a special favor to @kimmurielsscryingmirror (@eldritchmist ) who showed interest. Because it’s...pretty big I decided to make it into it’s own post.
These are a few Drow naming tables that were originally found in an issue of Dragon Magazine. It’s two d100 tables of prefixes and suffixes commonly used in first names. The second couple of tables is a list of common house name prefixes and suffixes.
EDIT: Just a little something for those who care which I didn’t add before because it took me so long to finish the transcription I just wanted to post it lol. The gender difference is noted in the related Dragon Magazine article as being significant. Non Drow may not notice but a Drow will notice the difference. Female names sometimes borrow parts that are normally only considered male and this is considered fine...but a male with a name that borrows a typically only female part would be seen as extremely taboo.
Prefix (Female/Male) - Meaning
Akor/Alak beloved, best, first
Alaun/Alton lightning, powerful
Aly/Kel legendary, singing, song
Ang/Adin beast, monstrous, savage
Ardul/Amal blessed, divine, godly
Aun/Ant crypt, dead, deadly, death
Bae/Bar fate, fated, luck, lucky
Bal/Bel burned, burning, fire, flame
Belar/Bruh arrow, lance, piercing
Briz/Berg graceful, fluid, like water
Bur/Bhin craft, crafty, sly
Chal/Chasz earth, stable
Char/Kron sick, venom, venomed
Chess/Cal noble, lady/lord
Dhaun infested, plague
Dil/Dur cold, ice, still
Dirz/Div dream, dreaming, fantasy
Dris/Riz ash, dawn, east, eastern
Eclav/Elk chaos, mad, madness
Elvan/Kalan elf, elven, far, lost
Elv/Elaug drow, mage, power
Erel/Rhyl eye, moon, spy
Ethe/Erth mithril, resolute
Faer/Selds oath, sworn, vow
Felyn/Fil pale, thin, weak, white
Filf/Phar dwarf, dwarven, treacherous
Gauss/Orgoll dread, fear, feared, vile
G'eld friend, spider
Ghuan accursed, curse, unlucky
Gin/Din berserk, berserker, orc, wild
Grey/Gul ghost, pale, unliving
Hael/Hatch marked, trail, way
Hal/Sol deft, nimble, spider-like
Houn/Rik magic, ring, staff
Iiv/Dip liege, war, warrior
Iim life, living, spirit, soul
Illiam/Im devoted, heart, love
In/Sorn enchanted, spell
Ilph emerald, green, lush, tree
Irae/Ilzt arcane, mystic, wizard
Irr/Izz hidden, mask, masked
Iym/Ist endless, immortal
Jan/Duag shield, warded
Jhael/Gel ambitious, clan, kin, family
Jhul/Jar charmed, rune, symbol
Jys/Driz hard, steel, unyielding
Lael/Llt iron, west, western
Lar/Les binding, bound, law, lawful
LiNeer/Mourn legend, legendary, mythical
Lird/Ryld brand, branded, owned, slave
Lua/Lyme bright, crystal, light
Mal/Malag mystery, secret
May/Mas beautiful, beauty, silver
Micar lost, poison, widow
Min/Ran lesser, minor, second
Mol/Go blue, storm, thunder, wind
Myr/Nym lost, skeleton, skull
Nath/Mer doom, doomed, fate
Ned/Nad cunning, genius, mind, thought
Nhil/Nal fear, gorrible, horror, outraged
Neer core, root, strong
Null/Nil sad, tear, weeping
Olor/Omar skin, tattoo, tattooed
Pellan/Relon north, platiunum, wind
Phaer/Vorn honor, honored
Phyr/Phyx bless, blessed, blessing
Qualn/Quil mighty, ocean, sea
Quar aged, eternal, time
Quav/Quev charmed, docile, friend
Qil/Quil foe, goblin, slave
Rauv/Welv cave, rock, stone
Ril/Ryl foretold, omen
Sbat/Szor amber, yellow
Sab/Tsab abyss, empty, void
Shi'n/Kren fool, foolish, young
Shri/Ssz silk, silent
Shur/Shar dagger, edge, stiletto
Shynt invisible, skilled, unseen
Sin/Szin festival, joy, pleasure
Ssap/Tath blue, midnight, night
Susp/Spir learned, skilled, wise
Talab/Tluth burn, burning, fire
Tal/Tar love, pain, wound, wounded
Triel/Taz bat, winged
T'riss/Teb blade, sharp, sword
Ulvir/Uhls gold, golden, treasure
Umrae/Hurz faith, faithful, true
Vas/Vesz blood, bloody, flesh
Vic abyss, deep, profound
Vier/Val black, dark, darkness
Vlon/Wod bold, hero, heroic
Waer/Wehl deep, hidden, south, southern
Wuyon/Wruz humble, third, trivial
Xull/Url blooded, crimson, ruby
Xun demon, fiend, fiendish
Yas/Yaz riddle, spinning, thread, web
Zar/Zakn dusk, haunted, shadow
Zebey/Zek dragon, lithe, rage, wyrm
Zes/Zsz ancient, elder, respected
Zilv/Vuz forgotten, old, unknown
Suffixes (Female/Male) - Meaning
a/agh breaker, destruction, end, omega
ace/as savant, scholar, wizard
ae/aun dance, dancer, life, player
aer/d blood, blood of, heir
afae/afein bane, executioner, slayer
afay/aufein eyes, eyes of, seer
ala/launim healer, cleric
anna/erin advisor, counselor to
arra/atar queen/prince
aste bearer, keeper, slaver
avin/aonar guardian, guard, shield
ayne/al lunatic, maniac, manic, rage
baste/gloth path, walker
breena/antar matriach/patriarch, ruler
bryn/lyn agent, assassin, killer
cice/roos born of, child, young
cyrl/axle ally, companion, friend
da/daer illusionist, trickster
dia/drin rogue, stealer
diira/diirn initiate, sister/brother
dra/zar lover, match, mate
driira/driirn mother/father, teacher
dril/dorl knight, sword, warrior
e servant, slave, vessel
eari/erd giver, god, patron
eyl archer, arrow, flight, flyer
ffyn/fein minstrel, singer, song
fryn champion, victor, weapon, weapon of
iara/ica baron, duke, lady/lord
ice/eth obsession, taker, taken
idil/imar alpha, beginning, creator of, maker
iira/inid harbinger, herald
inidia secret, wall, warder
inil/in lady/lord, rider, steed
intra envoy, messenger, prophet
isstra/atlab acolyte, apprentice, student
ithra/irahc dragon, serpent, wyrm
jra/gos beast, biter, stinger
jss scout, stalker
kacha/kah beauty, hair, style
kiira/raen apostle, disciple
lay/dyn flight, flyer, wing, wings
lara/aghar cynic, death, end, victim
lin arm, armor, commander
lochar messenger, spider
mice/myr bone, bones, necromancer, witch
mur'ss shadow, spy, witness
na/nar adept, ghost, spirit
nilee/olil corpse, disease, ravager
niss/nozz chance, gambler, game
nitra/net kicker, returned, risen
nolu art, artist, expert, treasure
olin ascension, love, lover, lust
onia/onim rod, staff, token, wand
oyss/omph binder, judge, law, prison
qualyn ally, caller, kin
quarra/net horde, host, legion
quiri/oj aura, cloak, hide, skin
ra/or fool, game, prey, quarry
rae/rar secret, seeker, quest
raema/orvir crafter, fist, hand
raena/olvir center, haven, home
riia/rak enchanter, mage, spellcaster
ril bandit, enemy, raider, outlaw
riina/ree enchanter, mage, spellcaster
ryna/oyn follower, hired, mercenary
ryne/ryn blooded, elder, experienced
shalee/ral abjurer, gaze, watch, watcher
ssysn/rysn artifact, dweomer, sorcerer, spell
stin/trin clan, house, merchant, of the house
stra/tran spider, spinner, weaver
tana/ton darkness, lurker, prowler
thara/tar glyph, marker, rune
thrae/olg charmer, leader, seducer
tree/tel exile, loner, outcast, pariah
tyrr dagger, poison, poisoner, scorpion
ual/dan speed, strider
ue/dor arm, artisan, fingers
uit/dar breath, voice, word
une/diin diviner, fate, future, oracle
uque cavern, digger, mole, tunnel
urra/dax nomad, renegade, wanderer
va/ven comrade, honor, honored
vayas forge, forger, hammer, smith
vyll punishment, scourge, whip, zealot
vyrae/vyr mistress/master, overseer
wae/hrae heir, inheritor, princess
wiira/hriir seneschal of, steward
wyss/hrys best, creator, starter
xae/zaer orb, rank, ruler, sceptor
xena/zen cutter, gem, jewel, jeweler
xyra/zyr sage, teller
yl drow, woman/man
ylene/yln handmaiden/squire, maiden/youth
ymma/inyon drider, feet, foot, runner
ynda/yrd captain, custodian, marshal, ranger
ynrae/yraen heretic, rebel, riot, void
vrae architect, founder, mason
yrr protector, rival, wielder
zyne/zt finder, hunter
House Name Prefixes - Meaning
Alean the noble line of
Ale traders in
Arab daughters of
Arken mages of
Auvry blood of the
Baen blessed by
Barri spawn of
Cladd warriors from
Desp victors of
De champions of
Do' walkers in
Eils lands of
Everh the caverns of
Fre friends of
Gode clan of
Helvi those above
Hla seers of
Hun' the sisterhood of
Ken sworn to
Kil people of
Mae raiders from
Mel mothers of
My honored of
Noqu sacred to
Orly guild of
Ouss heirs to
Rilyn house of
Teken' delvers in
Tor mistresses of
Zau children of
House Name Suffixes - Meaning
afin the web
ana the night
ani the widow
ar poison
arn fire
ate the way
ath the dragons
duis the whip
ervs the depths
ep the underdark
ett magic
ghym the forgotten ways
iryn history
lyl the blade
mtor the abyss
ndar black hearts
neld the arcane
rae fell powers
rahel the gods
rret the void
sek adamantite
th challenges
tlar mysteries
t'tar victory
tyl the pits
und the spider's kiss
urden the darkness
val silken weaver
viir dominance
zynge the ruins
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