#also knowing he was a paladin before

[vio-lenceee]

I have wandered many places But they’re all the same to me Nowhere I’ve found, to settle down A little bit further I’ll find my rest In the shadow of the valley That I love best so i guess i finally started playing fallout new vegas thanks to my friend! this is my courier 6 named Mr. Curious (Jonathan Frank Keith before running into Benny). he finds everything funny after doc patched him up. he also got amnesia for storytelling reasons and also because i kinda dunno a lot of stuff about fallout in the first place so i also drew his portrait as jonathan just to see the change bullet to the head made. he's got a pretty interesting past too as a brotherhood of steel's fugitive paladin but maybe i should make a character introduction sheet once again? or maybe i can just tell to anyone interested. we'll see

[ourlittleuluru]

A break away from dem angst of the previous WIP posting 😂 (sorry but not really) brain decided (instead of doing the art I'm SUPPOSED to) what if the LaDS boys were playing/in FF14, what'll be their race and jobs

[moeblob]

TIL "Lay On Hands" is a paladin healing skill and I am blessed by this knowledge.

[sieglinde-freud]

i miss claude so badly im already planning my golden deer maddening run while still in the middle of black eagles. i just want my guy. my favorite guy. unfortunately i just love the black eagles as a group/cast but i am mourning my man (i never kill him btw)

[2boldlyqueer]

The problem with baldur's gate is it gets you ridiculously invested in your own Tav, who no one else knows or cares about

[aelincreativ]

Paladins get Powers

So with the resurgence of Voltron on tiktok recently, it brought up an old idea I never did anything with back when the show was airing.

The concept of the paladins getting powers related to their lions. The mashing of science and magic and resonance that already happens in the show, is a perfect gateway for some elemental power fuckery.

Especially if you throw in when they change lions. Of Keith's fire powers fading while he's with the Blade and him thinking this means that he is being rejected by the lions. Only to develop the flight/teleportation that Shiro had. Struggling to accept his place in the air when before he always, always was stuck watching from the ground. Learning to embrace the freedom Shiro so desperately wanted him to understand and embrace and as such learns what it means to live for himself. And then learns how to get the aerial perspective of those around him and how the wind buffets and blows but also fills all their lungs to keep them moving.

Lance struggling with the difference between water and fire and bonding with Keith's as he learns to handle the fire in his chest that Keith misses desperately. Learning to appreciate the warmth and passion that still burns in Keoth and reaching out to stoke Keith's embers back into a blaze with his belief. Learning to strike fast and hot but also be the warmth of of a hearth for his team to rest against.

Allura not thinking she'll get any powers since she's already been linked with the castle and the mice and why would she also get the paladin powers? But she does and there's a moment of Lance trying to teach Allura but she adapts to the water so differently than he did. Lance was the steady flow and beat of the unchanging tide that beat against his opponent with his every pulse. Allura is the driving current that sweeps her enemies away in a sudden swirl. Lance and Allura realizing that they represented the two halves of water. Push and pull.

And while all the drama of swapping powers is happening, Pidge and Hunk have been trying to master their powers they still don't fully know how to use.

Plants and Earth seem to fit together somehow but it's hard to use them in space. Their battles rarely take place close enough to the ground that they get a chance to properly test and experiment. So instead they have an entire room of the castle that has a real garden in it. Hunk learns the density of the soil and the way it holds firm against force but can be gently slip apart by a growing root. Learning to find strength in standing firm but how to let's the roots grow past him so he doesn't crumble either. Learning to stand up and weather the things that made him fear because he will be the mountain his team shelters on.

Pidge struggles. The energy of nature and life teasing at the edge of her mind but still so far out of their reach. They can't figure out the code behind it. The reason why they can feel the spark of life in a leaf just like she feels it in her robot creations. It takes a frustrated sleep deprived night where she screams in frustration and slams into the garden room where they flop against a small tree. Trying to create a program that can live and think on its own to help them. She slides down to her back and reaches a hand up to the small branches above and imagines. Thinks of using the headpieces to control the nature tech and trying to replicate that feeling only to be rebuffed with a phantom giggle. "Silly paladin, simply live."

And finally Shiro. Who was so scared the first time his feet left the ground and he didn't know how to get down. At the start thinking he had to be the wings to carry them forward. That he needed stay above them to keep watch over them. Learning how to close the distance again when they needed him. And then a desperate moment where it's all going wrong and Shiro simply wishes that he could fly again. That he'd get one more chance to feel the air. And then he finally seems to understand the freedom he's been craving and desperately grabs for it and yearns and then he's gone. And when he wakes there's a hollow weight in his chest. Pinning his feet to the ground no matter how desperately he tries. Of wishing and wishing until finally he feels the resonance of freedom again and it's just enough. He reaches for freedom but knows that he had to also say goodbye when the freedom reaches back. And then he's no longer in the stolen fighter, instead he's collapsed in his little brothers arms and can feel that the call of freedom has found a new roost.

Just. Paladins with powers.

[infernaltenor]

finished up a cos game last night and idk if ive ever been so sad to see a dnd character of mine go

[blujayonthewing]

friend: Jay have you seen hazbin hotel? there's some [juniper campaign] parallels I wanted to talk about

me: ah fuck those are the command words to trick me into watching shows

[coolauntlilith]

Every now and then I replay the first episode of VLD and I wonder why I thought it be a good show lol

[githvyrik]

you ever get to a point of the dnd campaign where it’s completely unreasonable for your character to be anything but horrifically depressed

[swordmaid]

but anyway that oathbreaker dialogue is so interesting with the 7k spawns because if she was against balthazar binding aylin so ketheric could use her, she's def against astarion (and cazador) sacrificing the spawns for power. and i like freeing the spawns after bc shri'iia believes in the presence of choice (!!) and they should be the ones to decide if they want to live or die. it doesn't matter to her what they choose to do later, but what's important is that they're the ones making that choice you know - like i think that's what her newfound oath is about, just having that presence of choice be available to you bc before she just followed lolth and her tenets without question. but now she's free... and she gets to make her own choices for better or for worse.. and all the consequences are now hers to face... and in turn she doesn't want anyone's autonomy to be taken away from them. they deserve to make their own choices - their freedom is theirs to take..!!!

[shivunin]

More micro stories and prompts?? YAY!

So, let's say.

Starry for Maria

Truth for Elowen

Medicine for Arianwen

Profane for Emma

Initiative for Salshira

… Pick the one(s) that you'd like best of course, no obligation to do them all! ✨

YAY BACK, oh man, you just know what I had to do for "initiative" right? Because now I desperately want a modern AU dnd group with Salshira as the DM. She would make a fantastic DM.

Thank you, Arja! 💗

(Micro-Fic Prompts)

Starry  

“Lavender’s green, dilly dilly, lavender’s blue,” Maria sang, and motes of light spun from her fingertips, swirling in tiny constellations over the cradle before her. Leander reached for them, cooing, his tiny eyes fixed on the starry whorls above his bed. 

“You must love me, dilly dilly, for I love you.” 

This past few weeks, he’d refused to fall asleep without something to watch when she put him down to sleep. She’d been the same as a child—lights much like these were the first thing she’d ever called from the other side of the Fade—so Hawke would stand by his bed and sing until he dozed off at last. It was just a phase, she’d been assured, and the babe would grow out of it in time. For now, she didn’t much mind the singing, nor the stars.

“Who told you so, dilly dilly, who told you so?” she sang, and smiled when she saw movement in her periphery: pale hair against the shadows, the shift of a shoulder against the doorframe, always watching in case she needed him. Ah, how she loved them both.

“Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, that told me so.”

Truth

“Tell the truth,” Varric panted between bolts, “it’s the hair, isn’t it?”

Elowen cast him a horrified glance and tossed a fistful of lightning at the bear they were fighting. 

“You want to talk about this now?” she asked, and ducked when a massive paw would have crushed her head. Varric snagged her arm and tugged her out of range while Cassandra swung into the breach. 

“What else could it be?” he asked. “He’s not exactly the most charming guy out there.”

“Varric,” Elowen said, and slammed the butt of her staff on the ground, “no. Stop trying to turn this into a narrative.”

“I’m just saying—” he began, but she gestured sharply. 

“Let it go,” she insisted, and then he had no choice but to let it go, for the first bear had called for a second and there was no longer any breath to talk with.

Medicine

“The mage sent me with your medicine,” the assassin said, and he was opening the flap of her tent before Tabris could decide if she wanted to pull the blanket over her damaged arm or leave it out in the open. 

Zevran hissed between his teeth and crouched beside her, eyeing the burned skin over her wrist and forearm. 

“A nasty wound,” he said, “do you need help with it?”

“No,” Wen said sharply, and winced when she tried to angle her arm closer, “...maybe.”

Zevran made a soft noise, tongue against teeth, and carefully sat beside her. Wen hissed at the sensation of the balm on her tender skin and buried her face in her shoulder. 

“Why did she not come herself?” he asked idly, his fingertips very careful over her skin. 

“I told her to fuck off when she offered,” Wen muttered into her shoulder, flinching when he laughed and traced ointment over the edge of the wound. His fingertips were callused and warm; for some reason, she hadn’t expected that. 

“There���it is done,” he said a moment later, and stood to go. 

“Thank you,” she muttered in response, long after the tent flap had swung shut again and the sound of footsteps had faded away. 

Profane

It felt profane to walk here. 

How funny to think so, after all the ruins and temples Emma had explored as a child. But this place—this temple—was different. It felt alive somehow, as if the goddess it revered was still present to watch what she did here. 

“I am sorry,” she told the first statue of Mythal in Elvhen, “I want to help and I will be as careful as I can be, but there are others here who mean this place harm.”

She could hear the others murmuring behind her, feel the weight of Solas’s stare against the back of her neck. He’d been odd since they approached this place, but she couldn’t put her finger on why. 

Didn’t matter. He’d made it clear that her faith was not his, and that was fine. 

“Let’s do these puzzles,” she said after a moment, turning away from the remote expression of the statue. “We have to make this right, however we still can.”

Initiative

“The high inquisitor rises from her throne, staff in hand, magic spilling from her fingertips,” Salshira said, rising slightly from her chair as she spoke. “‘You have overstepped your bounds and you must pay the price,’ she says, and when she waves her hand every single one of the doors behind you slams shut and locks.”

The six players at the table before her gazed on in various stages of horror, Cassandra’s hands clasped before her, Cullen with one palm over his forehead, Bull grinning broadly and rubbing his hands together. 

“You know what I’m gonna say,” Salshira said, spreading her hands. 

The others groaned and fumbled around for dice, Sera drawing her set from under a paper plate and two grease-stained sheets of paper, Varric from inside a velvet-lined case, and Josephine from the precise line of dice she’d set before her. Salshira waited until all six players held their d20 in hand before grinning and leaning forward. 

“Roll for initiative,” she said, and the fight began.

[immren]

i am soooo bad at baldurs gate but i refuse to restart it just yet. Just know i fucked up tremendously 

[worldbuildng]

My groups most recent dnd party, were all new to the game so were doing a bunch of one shots to learn the rules and see who wants to dm long term… if you see any weird feet… no you didnt

[orjustsomeghostofme]

Astarion don't tell her that, she does very much have multiple very large hammers and would test them all to find if one might work

I wasn't going to romance him, I was going to romance Minthara since I'm never going to get the chance to do it again, but I am charmed by these murder happy idiots.

[thebiggerbear]

where is she?

Summary: Soldier Boy only has one thought in mind when Homelander wakes him up: you.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

A/N: Wrote this on July 29th. This was meant to be a drabble and I was going to experiment with a different format at the time but after taking another look at it close to a month later, I decided against it. I haven't seen Season 4 of The Boys yet but I did see a gif on here of something from the finale in regards to SB. This idea popped into my head that day and I wrote it out. Starts from the Tower scene in 3x08, an AU. Unbeta'd. Full dialogue in text is from 3x08.

Warnings: drug use; violence; violence against a woman; choking (not Butcher/Boys friendly)

Word Count: 1019

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

SB Taglist: @birdiellie; @heartlessdelusions; @brightlilith; @muhahaha303; @just-levyy

@solacedthistest; @deansimpala; @foxyjwls007; @onlyangel-444; @faephoria

@believeinthefireflies95; @globetrotter28

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat; @deansbbyx; @lyarr24; @rebel-paladin; @deans-spinster-witch

@bts24; @roseblue373; @nancymcl; @c1gs-coffee; @peachhiz

@kickingitwithkirk; @fanfic-n-tabulous; @illicithallways; @mentallyillandgae

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You burst into the room from the stairwell, finding Ben trying to fight three of your new supposed teammates off, his eyes full of fury and a slight tinge of fear immediately finding you as they slipped a mask over his face. “I’m not…going back…in that fucking box!”

“Get off of him! Now!” You angrily yelled, energy pulsing from your hands as you tried to rush them when Butcher caught you off guard and knocked you into a wall on his way to get to Ryan. 

“Sorry, luv.” His expression was full of trace amounts of remorse as he turned from you but you didn’t care. Your attention was on Ben alone.

When Ben saw you slam into the wall, even more fury seemed to emanate from him and he was finally able to push everyone off. His chest was a bright pulsing red that continued to get brighter and brighter; he was charged up and he was about to blow.

“You’ll kill everyone!” Starlight implored.

Ben’s expression didn’t change and you knew you had to get to him before he went off. You didn’t care about any of them, especially now, and you didn’t care for yourself. But Ben you cared about and you wouldn’t let him do this — not again. 

“Ben!” You called. 

Within the seconds it took for you to get to your feet, Maeve was already launching herself at him and they crashed through the window of the high rise, plummeting stories below. “No!” You rushed to the edge, watching their freefall in horror. “BEN!” You screamed before the impact of the explosion sent you careening backwards.   

When Soldier Boy was woken for the second time, uncaring who was there to greet him, he only had one question. “Where is she?”

America’s Asshole of a Son, now suited up, stared out at the city from Homelander’s newly renovated suite. His own son watched him, keeping his hands clasped behind his back.

“It could all be ours, you know.”

“Don’t care,” Soldier Boy growled out. “Where’s Butcher?”

Homelander sighed in disappointment and approached. He didn’t know much about the man whose blood he shared but one thing was for certain: Soldier Boy was laser focused when it came to revenge. He just happened to be focused on the wrong thing.

When he reached the older man, he studied him for a moment before nearly rolling his eyes. “You actually loved her.”

He shouldn’t have been surprised when Soldier Boy turned a lethal glare onto him, his pupils dilated from the drugs coursing through his system that he’d just snorted, but it still caught him a little off guard. Homelander didn’t feel shame or remorse; those were human feelings and he was a god. But right then, he felt like a small child scolded by that dark gaze and his shoulders subconsciously lowered an inch.

“Find me Butcher or I will find him on my own,” the Supe threatened before walking away. Homelander watched him go, angry that even while dead you somehow still managed to fuck with his plans.

Right before Soldier Boy was about to strike a killing blow to Butcher, Hughie yelled, “She’s alive!” The Supe froze and turned a scowl onto Butcher’s dickrest. 

“I promise,” the bitch insisted. “I can tell you where she is! Just don’t kill him. Please.”

Soldier Boy’s glare dropped to the man swaying in his hold, his face bloodied, bruised, and swollen. The supe's jaw tensed and he dropped the man to the ground, making him a silent promise that he would still pay for his betrayal, before his eyes landed on Hughie. “Take me to her. And you better be telling me the fucking truth or you’re never going to get to feel the warmth of this fucker’s mouth again.”

Hughie’s eyes widened but he gave a nod. A hint of a smirk teased the corner of Soldier Boy’s lips for a moment and then disappeared completely. Before following the bitch out the door, he gave Butcher one last kick for good measure.

Soldier Boy tightened his grip on Grace Mallory’s throat and lifted her body higher up the wall. He ignored Hughie’s whiny pleas of not hurting the old bitch. “Open it,” he ordered. “Now.”

Hughie did just that. The supe could hear a whirring sound behind him and he intensified his glare at the woman he was currently choking out before turning to look over his shoulder. Out of a drawer, a cryotube emerged, looking quite different from the one he had been in when his pussy of a son had found him. His breath caught in his chest when he saw you inside, slumbering peacefully, tubes wrapped around your barely dressed body. Rage began to flow through his veins when he realized that you had been stocked away inside a fucking sock drawer like a second thought — like you had never mattered. You were the only thing that mattered.

He turned back to Mallory, gritting his teeth, and his body shaking with fury. He saw the lack of fear in her eyes and in a split second, his decision had been made. He flung her across the room, not caring about the sickening cracks he heard when she made impact. For good measure, when Hughie tried to run to her aid, he brutally knocked the kid aside and made his way towards you. Within seconds, he had the cryotube open and he ripped the wires from your body. He curled his arm around your shoulders and carefully hoisted you up into his lap.

A few heartbeats later, your eyes slowly began to open, your lashes fluttering repeatedly as you returned to consciousness. Your gaze struggled for a minute to focus on the image in front of you but when it did, you rasped out in disbelief, “Ben?”

A soft smile played upon his lips as he ferried your hand to his bearded cheek. “Yeah, doll. It’s me.” 

When you attempted to return his smile, he leaned down to whisper, “I found you,” before he gently pressed his mouth to yours.

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