#bit of a longer one XP

[muffinsin]

Hi

Now hear me out!!

what if from the start (when the girls turned from flies to people for the first time inspired by one of your recent post) had another sister but this sister could turn in to moths instead and the only other difference is that they have moth like anterior in their human form like a silk moth! And they don't talk much but just squeaks (moths infact do squeak!)

Now this moth sister does not have to be the youngest because I think Daniel is in fact that younger child that gets everything. And if Alcina infact had 4 daughter instead of three they would most likely be a middle child I think younger than Cassandra though.

I could imagine cassandra becoming very soft for them infact the whole family because this moth baby may not be the baby of the family but is hold tightly from both the flies and dragon family members.

The moth sister would definitely be the comfort character squeaking and rubbing their anterior against Bela when she's stressed. Hugging Cassandra randomly and excitedly listening the her sisters hunts and then cuddling with Daniel reading after she had a tough day.

Just some fluffy thoughts and I wonder what you think and Alcina having four children and one of them being part moth.

Awh, adorable! XP I’m sure Alcina would love her 4 bug spawns very, very much! :) What interesting possibilities this opens up🙌

[thecreaturecodex]

Sabreclaw

Image © TSR Inc.

[The sabreclaw first appeared in Sabre River, a Basic D&D module, and then was reprinted in the Creature Catalogue. And then in the Mystara Monstrous Compendium for AD&D, which is where this art appears. The sabreclaw is clearly an attempt to fill the design need of making minions challenging to high level characters, which is where their cumulative defenses came in. Since AC is much more scalable in 3.x and Pathfinder than it is in earlier or later editions, I gave it cumulative offenses as well. I did tone down its nastiest ability; originally, all members of a wing fully share hit points, so none of them die unless all of them die. Combine that with an immunity to 1st-3rd level spells in the original, and every fight with these is gonna be a bit of a slog. The transfer health ability is intended to capture some of that flavor without being nearly so hostile to the players]

Sabreclaw CR 3 LE Aberration This humanoid creature has greasy black fur over its body and leathery wings growing from its back. Its face is distorted, rugose and vaguely simian. Its left hand is prehensile, but its right is taken up with a single oversized claw.

Sabreclaws are unnatural creatures, created through fleshwarping to be soldiers without goals or desires of their own. Sabreclaws are found in squads, called wings, almost exclusively; a lone sabreclaw is likely to be the survivor of a destroyed wing, and is usually desperate, insane or both. Sabreclaws do not have a functional individual identity—they think of themselves as agents of their creator, and view other members of their wing the same way typical creatures think of their arms and legs as parts of themselves.

Sabreclaw wings fight en masse, dive-bombing a target and tearing them to pieces with their namesake claws. Their tactics are usually uncreative, but effective: gang up on a single target until it stops moving, move onto the next one. The more sabrewings are clustered together, the more effective combatants they become, and a sabrewing can even relay hit points to a wounded comrade to keep them in the fight longer. Whether a sabreclaw wing retreats to choose its battles, or goes out in a blaze of glory, depends more on the desires of their master than it does any tactical sense or personal choice for the sabrewings.

Unlike many fleshwarped monster, sabreclaws are created from non-sapient creatures, namely baboons. They are always made in batches—if a single sabreclaw awakens without a wing to call its own, it lashes out violently and uncontrollably. Fledgling fleshwarpers may view using animals to create fleshwarps as a lesser evil than transforming humanoids, but few creators are resolute enough to remain at that level of mad science. Indeed, sabreclaws are often used to gather “raw materials” by their masters. Sabreclaws are carnivorous, but require much less food and water than natural creatures of their size.

Sabreclaw CR 3 XP 800 LE Medium aberration Init +5 (+9 with hive mind); Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +8 (+12 with hive mind), true seeing

Defense AC 15, touch 12, flat-footed 13 (+1 Dex, +1 dodge, +3 natural) hp 27 (5d8+5) Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +6 Immune poison; SR 14 Defensive Abilities cumulative defenses, evasion

Offense Speed 30 ft., fly 90 ft. (poor) Melee claw +6 (1d12+4) Special Attacks cumulative offenses, powerful charge (claw, 2d12+4)

Statistics Str 17, Dex 13, Con 13, Int 6, Wis 14, Cha 2 Base Atk +3; CMB +6; CMD 18 Feats Dodge, Improved Initiative, Mobility, Outflank (B), Precise Strike (B) Skills Fly +4, Perception +8 (+12 with hive mind), Stealth +7 Languages Common (cannot speak), telepathy 120 ft. (other sabreclaws only) SQ hive mind, transfer health

Ecology Environment any land Organization solitary, wing (2-20) or army (21-200) Treasure incidental

Special Abilities Cumulative Defenses (Su) A sabreclaw gains a +1 insight bonus to Armor Class and saving throws for every 2 sabreclaws in range of its telepathy, to a maximum of +5 for 10 sabreclaws. Cumulative Offenses (Su) A sabreclaw gains a +1 morale bonus to attack and damage rolls for every 2 sabreclaws in range of its telepathy, to a maximum of +5 for 10 sabreclaws. Hive Mind (Ex) As long as a sabreclaw is within telepathic range of one allied sabreclaw, it gains a +4 racial bonus on Initiative checks and Perception checks. If at least one sabreclaw is aware of combatants, all other allied sabrewings within the range of its telepathy are also aware of them. Transfer Health (Su) As an immediate action, a sabreclaw can lose 5 hit points in order to heal another sabreclaw within range of its telepathy 5 hit points. True Seeing (Su) A sabreclaw can see as if under the effects of a true seeing spell as a supernatural ability.

[dreamweave01]

Hi! I hope you're having a good day

I have a question about your sep au (another one, yes)

What happened to the Splinter and Draxum from Raph's dimension? They died trying to save their sons? Raph kill them too? They even see him?

And after all that, how's Raph's relationship with both of them? He feels guilty? They have a good relationship? Or he just tries to avoid them?

How is Draxum and Splinter relationship with all the turtles in general?

So, it was more than just one question. Srry if you already answered any of these ones or if something is badly written. Anyways i love your au! I can't wait (lie, take your time) for more content:D

Hi! I'm doing great, thanks! 😄

Okay, so I'm starting to realize just how depressing I made Raph's timeline. 🥲

Raphael was kind of like a head commander of sorts in the Kraang's forces, and after the Kraang forced him to kill his brothers, he helped lead the main assault on New York.

April, CJ, Cassandra, and Splinter were a last line of defense. Sad to say, Raph was one of the Kraang's soldiers that took them down.

Baron Draxum had been away for business reasons. He hadn't known the apocalypse would hit during his international travels, and when he heard what happened to his family, he immediately returned to New York, hoping he could help Raph.

Draxum's a smart cookie, and had figured out a way to free Raph from the Kraang's control (or at least had a theory on how to do it) and he was the closest anyone every got to doing just that, even getting as far as holding Raph down.

But before he could test out his theory, Kraang intervened, ending his life.

For the first little while after being in Michelangelo's timeline, Raph was pretty uptight and uneasy around his family.

He avoided Splinter a lot, yes, but not so much Draxum. The difference being that he was the one who killed Splinter (that's how he sees it at least,) while the Kraang were the one's to actually end Drax.

It led to Splints having a lot of self doubt in his abilities as a father, that maybe he was doing something wrong, or even that maybe Raph hated him.

Of course, that wasn't true; the big guy just felt a lot of guilt for what Kraang made him do. It made it hard for him to be around the people he hurt.

Once they cleared that all up though, Raphie develops a wonderful relationship with his dads! :D Along the lines to what Mikey has with them.

With the disaster twins, it's a bit different because of two main things.

1.) Leo's age.

2.) Donnie's trust issues.

Leonardo's not a kid anymore. An adult in his late thirties, he's spent years on his own, and pretty much takes care of himself.

But he does take the time to develop a relationship with his parents, even if it's a bit of a rocky start at first.

Donatello's wariness and skepticism made it reaaallyyy difficult for anyone to get close with him.

Even though Splinter and Baron Draxum would eventually gain his trust, it would still be a while before Donnie would every truly be able to let his guard down around anyone.

But they're more than patient with him, and he appreciates it a lot.

And no worries! I love answering asks (even if it takes me longer nowadays to get around to them XP)

[jusmango-shake]

That isn't very cash money of you, Cupid.

Pairing: 03!Donnie x Reader

Fictype: Songfic

Mood: fluff, crack(?)

WARNINGS: self deprecation, SSWEARING 😎, corny feelings Ew romance yucky, reader is in denial, mention of poison(metaphorically)

🥭: I'm SO SORRY FOR GOING OFFLINE FOR SO LONG, I hope y'all can accept this... (Totally not because I suddenly had a billion ideas for Don and had to write them xP)

★Stupid Cupid you're a real mean guy,

I'd like to clip your wings so you can't fly.

I'm in love and it's a crying shame..

And I know that you're the one to blame.

As you laid down on your bed, tossing and turning as you struggled to fall asleep. A faint glow of pink visible in the almost pitch black room.

You sat up, groaning while you rubbed your eyes. Taking your phone off of the desk it was currently charging on.

“Real dick move, brain.” you grumbled, looking at the current time.

12:45 PM.

You squinted, the light from your phone almost blinding as your eyes adjusted. The blush finally visible on your face.

Rereading your conversation with Donatello on the handy T-phone he so kindly gave to you, the corners of your lips curving up ever so slightly as you recalled your memories with the Purple Turtle.

He had been running rampant in your mind throughout the week, and you had been yet to catch him.

You sighed, laying back down as you faced the ceiling. You had to accept the fact you liked him sooner or later, why not be in denial for a bit longer?

★Hey hey, set me free!

Stupid Cupid stop picking on me.

Maybe it was because you had a thing for smart guys, or maybe it's because of his stupid dorky smile, maybe it was because he only had said smile whenever you were around, or maybe—

You blinked, burying your head into your hands as you groaned. Your friend looked at you with growing concern.

"You alright?"

You waved your hands dismissively,

“Yeah, I'm doing great.”

"You ssuureee?"

“i'm very much sure, thank you.”

"Maybe it's that Donatello guy you keep mentioning."

“shut up— no it isn't,”

Your friend has gotten increasingly closer to you, wiggling their eyebrows as they shoved you playfully.

“—Oookay maybe it is.”

"Tell me more?"

“no.”

★I can't do my homework and I can't think straight, I meet her every morning 'bout half past eight.

It wasn't very well hidden, practically everyone in your friend group knew something was up.

You'd randomly message them that you wouldn't be able to make to the hangout followed by some bogus explanation.

Sometimes when they made their way to your house they'd see you sneak off somewhere.

Once you'd almost been caught entering a manhole just to get to the lair, or to Donnie to be more specific.

You did not like it whatsoever.

★I'm acting like a lovesick fool, You've even got me carrying your books to school.

Conversation flowed smoothly as you helped Donnie carry some spare parts from the junkyard, he ranted about some machine he would make with said parts.

At this point you felt as if time itself had stopped, all you could hear was the sound of his voice echoing off the buildings as you two walked through the alleyway.

The road was quite crowded near the garage, it would've been impossible to get in without getting caught. Manhole it is I guess.

You hadn't even noticed that you've already arrived at the manhole cover.

You absentmindedly followed his figure and he knelt down to take off the cover, looking at you expectantly.

He cleared his throat before gesturing to the open manhole.

“wh— oh, uh.. my bad.” you murmured,

"I'll go down and you hand me the parts, sounds good?" He smiled, if only he knew the effect that had on you.

“..yeah.”

You watched as he placed the spare parts on the ground, then moved to go down the ladder.

Once he gave the signal you grabbed the bucket next to the hole, a rope tied to it so it would be easier to get stuff down if it was too heavy or big to get down normally.

You placed as many parts as you could fit in the bucket before grabbing the rope and slowly letting it down the long hole.

Once Donnie was done getting all the parts out he tugged lightly on the rope, letting you know he was done.

After repeating that process more times than you could count, you slowly ascended down the ladder. Once again carrying the spare parts while you made your way to the lair, Donnie humming some tune he heard while Mikey was watching the Television.

You didn't like how you could practically smell Donnie from how close you two were, maybe it was because he smelled like sewer or maybe it was because of the fact it made your heart race. Probably both anyway.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when he started talking.

"Hey, (Nickname)?"

“uh— yeah? What's up?”

"I just wanted to thank you for helping, it means a lot to me." He beamed up at you.

You looked away, already feeling the heat creeping up onto your face.

“Psh.. it's no Biggie, it's the least I could do as a... Friend.”

It hurt to say that, partially because it was true.

Donnie chuckled, nudging you playfully.

"Yeah, well, I'm glad to have you as a friend then."

That hurt even more, and this time, it's because he could never see you more than just a friend.

★Hey hey, set me free!

Stupid Cupid stop picking on me.

Your heart raced whenever you even just thought of him, and it broke just as fast. You knew deep down that he'd never like you back, (did you though?). if Cupid really did exist, he's cruel.

You clutched your beating heart as you hid behind a wall, trying your hardest to calm it down before going back to meet Donnie again.

All this from just grazing each other's hand? Maybe you really were pathetic, or maybe you're just touch starved. Could be both.

You knew Donnie was just sitting there watching TV, completely unaware of what power he had over you. You felt bad lying to him, you usually told him everything. But not this, it's not worth losing him over some feelings. Right?

★You mixed me up for good right from the very start.. Hey now, go play Robin Hood with somebody else's heart!

When you first met Donnie, it was like an arrow went straight through your heart. Maybe you're over exaggerating it, maybe.

It's like the arrow was laced with poison, slowly infecting every part of your body without you knowing it, and lastly, it infected your heart.

You always had a feeling you liked him from the start, maybe it was the fact you couldn't accept liking him more than just platonic liking.

It got harder and harder to push back down into the deep depths of your heart. The last straw was when it finally hit you straight in the face, you loved him. And you couldn't do anything about it, neither could you decide whether he'd reciprocate or not. It was killing you slowly, just like poison.

★You got me jumping like a crazy clown,

And I don't feature what you're putting down.

By no means did you think you even slightly deserved him, Donnie's a really sweet guy. He deserved more than some person who can't even come to terms with their own feelings.

Still didn't stop your heart from doing a backflip into a cartwheel into a handstand flat-back though.

Every time you saw him, your heart just decides to do a whole workout routine inside your chest, the butterflies in your stomach don't help either.

★Well since I kissed her loving lips of wine,

The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine~

Hey hey, set me free?

Stupid Cupid stop picking on me!

It did not give you any sense of pride to admit this but, on more than one occasion, you have fantasized about kissing Donnie. It embarrassed you to no end. (Stupid teenager hormones)

Maybe one day Cupid would decide to have mercy on you, and finally let you move on. Doesn't seem like he's going to, though.

Maybe for one day you could stop being such a weirdo for Donnie? Just for one day?

★You got me jumping like a crazy clown,

And I don't feature what you're putting down!

The fact that you always felt happier whenever you were just with him, even being in the same room could dramatically change your mood didn't help at all.

You hated always wanting to be near him, his entire existence feeling like a drug to you. Time always seemed to fly faster than when you weren't with him, you could never get enough of his rambles, anything he made amazed you, you hated it. You hated being in love.

And you hated the intense feeling of dread whenever you even thought of confessing to him, being rejected by all means was not on your to-do list. Neither was ruining your perfectly good best-friendship with Donnie.

★Well since I kissed his loving lips of wine,

The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine.

You got so caught up in your train of thought that you hadn't even considered the fact Donnie liked you back, maybe it's a defense mechanism set up by your brain so you couldn't dig an even deeper pit.

Donnie watched you do your homework as you fail to notice his longing, he's loved you for a long time already. But by his logic you would never like him back, who would wanna date a green sewer turtle? Living in the sewers is bad enough. What about being a mutant?

He quickly corrected an answer you had written down, his arm coming up from behind you to take a hold of your hand. He erased the previous answer and wrote the correct one.

He knew he couldn't hold your hand like this for too long or it'd be suspicious. Though the both of you craved each other's touch.

You were the only person who would actually listen to his rambling instead of just nodding along and pretending you were. You would ask questions that would spark new conversations, you came to him for answers. You looked for him when you needed help.

You genuinely enjoyed his ramblings. You enjoyed his company though he had nothing more to offer than just knowledge and machines he had made. He didn't even need to talk sometimes, you would just watch him do whatever he was doing. Offering help when he needed it.

Donnie only snapped out of it once you had begun waving in his face.

���—nnie, D? DonTron? Donatello? The turtle in purple? Donasaurus? Downtown Donsville?”

"Yeah—? Sorry I was- uh zoned out."

“could you help me with uh— number twenty five?” you scratched the base of your neck.

"Twenty five—? Didn't I already explain it to you? Like, eight times?"

You laughed sheepishly, turning around to face him.

What you expected was a look of disapproval. as much as Donnie loved explaining things, no one wants to repeat themselves. what you hadn't expected however, was that Donnie was actually much closer than you thought.

As soon as you turned around, you were met with Donnie's lips. You had accidentally kissed him.

As you pulled away, two fingers on your lips while your whole face flushed a shade of red.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you avoided Donnie's gaze like the plague, what if he hated it? What if he doesn't wanna be friends anymore?

Your thoughts were immediately shut up by Donnie clearing his voice.

"I'm sorry if this isn't the right time but— can we do that again.?"

Your eyes shot up to meet his and you took in the significantly darker shade on his face. You thought of what he'd looked like flustered, it was even better than you'd imagined.

“i— Yeah, I guess..?”

You held your breath in as he leaned in closer, your face scrunched up as you felt his breath fan over your face.

You peeked through one of your eyes when you felt him move away, a bashful expression mixed with a hint of sadness behind it on his face.

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, glancing over at you.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, ya kno."

Shit— that's not-

Before you could think of anything else, it was like someone pressed autopilot in your mind.

You quickly spun around in the chair, extending your hands to his face. You gently cupped his cheeks as you leaned in,

Donnie's eyes opened in shock as he felt your lips softly kiss the edge of his lips, you had missed his mouth entirely.

You pulled away anxiously, your face heating up at the fact you completely ruined the moment by missing his lips.

Your eyes frantically searched his eyes, trying to catch some semblance of a hint that everything was fine and that Donnie doesn't hate you.

Unfortunately for Donnie, he was too dumbstruck and lovestruck to form a coherent sentence.

The only thing he managed out wasn't even a word, all he did was shoot out a lazy smile.

You sighed in relief, happy that at least he enjoyed it.

While you turned back around to continue doing your homework, you were interrupted by a familiar green hand.

"Maybe one more?"

★Hey hey, set me free

Stupid Cupid stop picking on me.

A few days afterwards, he finally confesses, and by confesses I mean he builds a robot out of spare parts to confess for him. Partially because he's too shy to do it himself and also because he wanted to impress you as well.

And after that was just a hazy blur of study dates and lovey dovey stuff, as Mikey so kindly put it.

You held Donnie's hand as you two watched the stars on top of a random building, you listened as Donnie pointed out every constellation he could see and facts about every star that was apart of each one.

"Did you know that Sirius is the brightest star we can currently see? With our bare eyes?"

You chuckled, gently caressing Donnie's hand with your thumb.

"But I'd have to disagree with it, yknow why?" He added, sitting upright as he gazed down lovingly at you.

“No, why?” you sat up as well, looking at him questioningly.

"Becauseee.. you're the brightest star I've ever seen." He grinned at you.

You grinned back, a light blush adorning both of your cheeks.

“You're such a cornball, Donnie.”

"Yeah, but I'm your cornball."

“Donnie!”

"What?"

You two laughed, smiling lovingly at eachother.

★Hey hey, set me free

Stupid Cupid stop picking on me.

[holidaygirl1224]

Hanging with friends on Spring break seems the most obvious yeah? You've got to have SOME, right?

Okay, HARSH, but fair enough I guess that is obvious XD I took your advice and embarked on a long and treacherous walk to see... my next door neighbor Kris XP Despite them living basically in my own backyard, I... don't really remember the last time I was at their place. There was a time where I was over there more often than my own house. I knocked on their door, and their mom answered, as expected... she was very surprised to see me. She asked if something was wrong... I told her I was just here to see Kris. She laughed and asked if there was something wrong with ME, before letting me in. We spoke for a few minutes before I headed upstairs to see Kris. Their mom is always really nice to talk to... she always seems like she actually cares about what I have to say X) "Kris, look presentable, a friend's coming up to see you!" their mom shouted as I walked up the stairs... I giggled and hesitantly opened the door to their room. I don't know if I'd call Kris "presentable" even at their best, but they looked as Kris-y as ever XD They were hunched up in Asriel's bed, using his computer monitor as a TV, playing Super Smashing Fighters... Kris-y as ever XP I waved at them, and they nodded in acknowledgement. I pulled over the chair from the desk and sat down next to Kris on the bed, watching them play. "So... is this like, the story mode? Subspace of Light or... something?" I asked, looking over at them... they nodded again. All of my friends are really big on Super Smashing Fighters, and while I of course like it... I wouldn't say I'm the biggest fighting game girl. I'm CERTAINLY not as knowledgeable as Kris and Berdly are. After beating a stage, they exited back into the main menu, selecting multiplayer and handing me a controller... a THIRD PARTY controller. The nerve XP "Are you having me play just so you can beat me again?" I laughed... they just smirked. We picked a map, picked our characters, went into the game... and then right away they knocked me down, hitting me off the map and taking my first life. I started jumping around as much as I could, hitting them when they got close... eventually I racked up enough damage to get my first kill. I may not have the technical skill, but I can still be a nuisance! XD After a bit, we both took another life off of each other... now we're both down to just one. I'm trying to play properly at this point, so I'm not using my cheese-strats... and Kris is totally beating my butt, I really thought I was going to lose. Then I... I don't even know what happened I just got one hit on them and they went FLYING. The match ended, and... I won??? They looked real grumpy about it... now I get to hold this over them for the rest of their life XP We played for a while longer until I eventually had to head back home and start dinner. It was weird... we've barely hung out in the last few years, but today everything just continued like nothing ever happened, it felt so... normal. It was almost like we were friends. I'm not sure if they'd feel the same... but I think I'll try to see them again soon.

[g-glitc-hyy]

⋆.˚ – Also without the glass version ⬇️🦕🌼🐬🍨

⋆.˚ – Oh boy, they're cooked asf.

⋆.˚ – This took more longer than expected (probably like 7 days-) cuz my damn life is too chaotic 😞🎉🐬 But it's finished now so i can peacefully continue to that BITCH's(MS! Undyne.) reference sheets. She wont gonna take too long to finish AND I NEED TO FINISH MEMORYSWAP FOR FCKS SAKE WHY TF ITS TAKING TOO LONG- oh wait yeah my lazy ass is the one who can't finish-

(To explain what the fuck is happening in the drawing, basically Beats(my oc(i have too many oc's 😞)) wants to be in the original multiverse so she can bully and annoy people there, and make them attack her so she can get more xp's. (Beats' xp shit is too messy but basically she gets xp when she gets damage, that xp's help her to level up, which gives her special abilities at spesific levels. She wants to reach the final level, which will give her a damn abilitiy to literally do any shit she wants(seriously.). So she needs xp. But almost everyone in her own multiverse knows that kind of power shouldn't be in her hands, so they basically avoid try to attack her to not give damage to her, even though how annoying she gets. So since nobody knows anything about her in the original multiverse, she wants to annoy people there and make them attack her, so she could farm xp(?).) But of course, Ink find out about it and doesn't wants her to come to their multiverse, basically trying to ban her from coming there, but that mf is unstoppable that she's keep finding a way to get inside. (They're cooked.))

(Also changed Swap's desing a bit, idk i mostly like to draw them w their original desings but Swap somehow looked too..uh..basic? And he had a belly and idk how to draw a belly so idk man he looks good ig? Idk. I prefer the original desing ig. Idk. *💥🎉(explodes in confetti)* (Btw Ink(Sans), Dream(Sans) and Swap(Sans) doesn't belongs to me, i don't own any of the BALD. sanses 😞🙏)(I hope i didn't forgot to add anything😭🦅))

[finnick002]

How to kill Mizora in act 3 without damning Wyll

A few months ago I made a reddit post on this matter. Thought I should share this tutorial with Tumblr folks too and add a few more notes plus an alternative method to it.

Players have discovered Flesh to Stone can turn Mizora into a statue, but this tutorial helps you erase Mizora's presence on the material plane. Both methods involves the use of illithid powers, meaning you have to absorb a few tadpoles. But, to quote Wyll, that's "a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things".

Method 1. Drain Intelligence -> Absorb Intellect

You need: A character who has gone through partial ceremorphosis and unlocked illithid power Absorb Intellect,

A wizard/fighter/rogue (classes that use Intelligence for spell casting) who has unlocked illithid power Ability Drain, and a cleric/druid who is at least level 9. One character may satisfy more than one roles. If you're short on tadpoles, please refer to this page for the locations to find them.

Step 1. Let the wizard/fighter/rogue attack Mizora with any attack roll spells (e.g. Firebolt) to drain her Intelligence. Alternatively, equip Infernal Rapier and melee attack Mizora. Repeat until her Intelligence is drained to 1.

Step 2. (IMPORTANT!) Let the cleric/druid prepare the spell Contagion. Cast the Contagion: Mindfire variant of it on Mizora. Wait for her to fail the saving throws 3 times. (She needs to succeed the saves 3 times to nullify this spell.)

After 3 failed saves, Mizora will turn hostile due to the spell effect and a battle commences. This step is to make sure that you can safely kill her. Otherwise, your entire camp would turn hostile, and Wyll and Ulder would no longer be your allies.

Step 3. Let the character who has gone through partial ceremorphosis use Absorb Intellect on Mizora. It is recommended that this character has a high initiative to act first. Once you successfully hit Mizora, the combat ends, your party gain 1 XP, Mizora teleports away but leaves a pool of blood on the ground.

And then she teleports back - as a disintegrating corpse that turns into a pile of ash after 1 round. No loot from her. What a shame!

Playing flute on her ash XD

Method 2. Drain Strength -> Summon Shadow -> Strength Drain

This method is very similar to the first one. You still need a cleric/druid and a character who has unlocked Ability Drain (preferably someone with high Strength), but no one needs to go through partial ceremorphosis. Instead, back in act 2 you need Gale to craft a Shadow Lantern in Moonrise Towers.

Step 1. Equip Shadow Lantern and cast Conjure Shadow Lantern Wraith to summon a Shadow.

Step 2. Let the character who has unlocked Ability Drain to drain Mizora's Strength. You have many options like melee attacking her, or throwing rotten food, boots, underwear, or anything in your inventory at her. Repeat until her Strength is drained to no higher than 3.

Step 3 is same as step 2 in method 1 - Cast Contagion: Mindfire on Mizora and wait for her to turn hostile.

Step 4. Let the summoned Shadow use Strength Drain on Mizora. She shall die in the same way.

Babygirl you do need a good rest after 7 years of abuse and torment!

So far, in my testings, dead Mizora doesn't affect Wyll's quest, nor does he have a reaction to it. However, it makes saving Ulder a bit easier: when Ulder steps outside of his cell room, the cutscene where Mizora shows up will be skipped. The spiders will still be summoned, but Ulder won't waste a turn forced to kneel.

PS. You may notice My origin Wyll here doesn't have horns but Karlach is also in my party. Some players have also discovered this way to trick Mizora in act 1, by knocking out Wyll every night until the party have entered Mountain Pass. I will post details about this after I get a reliable way to achieve it.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

STFU!

for the @sterekdrabbles 30/09/24 challenge. the prompt words were VORACIOUS, LOUD, and MILK. also tagging @sterekdrabblesgonelong as this ended up going long (884 words) xp

also found HERE on ao3 (where you can check the tags)

rating: EXPLICIT

Derek finally caves, thank fucking fuck, and succumbs to Stiles's feral wiles, allowing him to drag that disgustingly hot wolfy-ass beneath Stiles's not exactly fresh and not exactly sexy bed sheets for what is the B-movie prelude to (god willing!) the night's main event, the one that is hopefully going to see Stiles Stilinski get royally railed to within an inch of his Gay Virgin life.

Stiles—who is albeit inexperienced in this particular department but absolutely making up for that with a voracious sort of enthusiasm, thank you very much—is in the middle of sucking Derek off sloppy-style, the werewolf's not-actually-knotted cock (boo!) mercilessly bumping the back of Stiles's throat. Honestly, Stiles is absolutely loving the fact he's never had a gag reflex, and by all accounts so is Derek, only just as Stiles's watery eyes slip shut again there's a sudden and confusing thwap of something hot and sticky landing on his face that turns out to be a mix of precome and spit that's flicked up into Stiles's bangs and eyelids and fucking eyelashes. Stiles is about to try and do something about it when Derek is abruptly manhandling him to skillfully flip their positions, the werewolf now suddenly the one with a mouth stuffed chock-full of steel-hard cock (Stiles's. It's Stiles's cock, ohmyfuckinggod is it ever!).

Stiles is instantly shrieking Derek's name like a lunatic at having that brand-hot mouth clamped around his hard-on, so loud Derek has to shove all four fingers of his left hand into Stiles's mouth to essentially gag him—which will hopefully desist the neighbours from calling the Sheriff to tell Stiles's old man his only son could be getting his throat ripped out by a wild animal of unknown description.

It embarrassingly takes no time at all of Derek swallowing Stiles down like a champ (and giving his balls a glorious beard rash for him to jerk off over tomorrow) for Stiles to be dangerously close to shooting his load—directly into what feels likely to be Derek's fucking stomach at this point, because jesus fucking christ he's gonna come hard.

After another couple of dizzying seconds of unadulterated ecstasy, Stiles has to start slapping haphazardly and manically at the ball of Derek's shoulder with the palm of his hand, as if they're in a wrestling ring and he's desperately trying to tap-out of a full nelson.  

“Nonononono!” he pleads. “Stopstopstop, Der, please, god, you gotta—or I'm gonna, y'know, and I'll—and it'll happen, and—oh shiiiiiiit, oh, man, oh, fuck, you cannot keep doing that with your tongue, big guy, seriously, or it's gonna be game over before it's even properly begu—oh my god!” he splutters like a fool, even more insistent in his rambling than usual with the insane levels of pleasure now shooting throughout every fibre of his body, like a trillion miniscule lightning strikes, all hitting him at once.  

Derek completely ignores him, because of course he does, just keeps dangerously swirling his gorgeously warm wet tongue around what is definitely the most intense boner of Stiles's eighteen years on this planet. It's like his dick is not actually a dick at all but Derek's favourite flavour of popsicle. Amazingly, Stiles now knows that The D (or at least Derek Hale's fantastic D) does not in fact taste a bit like any sort of popsicle, least not one that Stiles has consumed; it's maybe more like salt-water taffy, only with less sugar and a lot more salt and holy mother of god, Stiles loves, loves, loves it. But even if he's trying his dumb best to distract himself from what he knows is the inevitable, to make this not-so-little slice of pure heaven last just a teensy bit longer, Stiles knows thinking about the taste of cock while getting blown by the hottest creature he's ever had the good fortune to look upon is definitely not helping his situation, not one single iota.  

So Stiles thanks fuck that Derek chooses this moment to relinquish the divine vacuum he's got going on between Stiles's inner thighs via what are probably now obscenely swollen-red lips, releasing Stiles's epic erection with an incredibly filthy-sounding pop.   

Literally suffering vertigo from the change in pressure around his junk, Stiles forces his head up to eye Derek (whose lips really are an obscenely swollen-red, which is even more outrageously hot than Stiles had imagined) from under hooded lids, just as Derek says, “I'm about to suck your deranged brain out through your pretty cock, Stiles, then I'm gonna milk you dry until you're begging me to stop so you better hang on to something and be careful not to bite off your tongue when I stab mine into your slit and use it to fuck your dick till you're crying, okay?” as if he's talking into the McDonald's drive through speaker to order himself a Big Mac meal with large fries and a shake and not unknowingly acting out a spank-bank worthy scene from one of Stiles's best wet dreams. 

Hell, Stiles all but comes there and fucking then, because who the fuck says shit like that?! 

His face is doing what must be a very strange mix of a smile and a frown as he just about manages to pathetically whine the words, “But Der, I really, really need you to fuck me!”

Yeah, he is practically crying with it.

Oh, fuck you.

Derek grins, then, and Stiles doesn't think he's ever been more his wild wolf-self as he licks at his canines and growls out, “What makes you think I won't be taking advantage of what I know to be your excellent refractory period to make you orgasm like a fucking freight train, at least twice, before I rail your tight little ass until dawn and give you several more, hmm?” 

And honestly? Stiles has never shut the fuck up faster in all his life.

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[autistichalsin]

Gameplay changes I'd make to BG3 if I was in charge:

(Under a read more bc this is an insanely long list)

Ability to make party changes without going back to camp; I.E. "hey Lae'zel, go back to camp and tell Karlach to come here."

Able to see companion approval at all times even if they're not in the party

Able to make checks with any character, not just Tav. You used to be able to do this to an extent by having other characters do conversations, but when they made it so Tav was prioritized back in patch 6, they changed it so that even if you click with another companion, it switches to Tav. Ideally they would fix it so that if the conversation triggers automatically, it prioritizes Tav, and if you deliberately start a conversation with another companion, it recognizes that you wanted that.

Better item sorting. "Most recent" actually sorts by when you acquired the item.

Ability to text search for an item if you know its name.

Ability to mark an item as a favorite so you don't accidentally sell it/drop it/send it back to camp.

Quest items don't count against your weight total.

Quest items that are no longer relevant are no longer marked as quest items.

Either allow for character leveling past 12 (Even if class leveling is limited to 12) or adjust the difficulty across the board so you scale more evenly. Act 1 becomes a bit easier, act 2 remains about the same, act 3 becomes a lot harder. I should not hit the level cap early in act 3.

Alternatively, at least give a reward in lieu of XP when you hit the level cap. Items, gold, a points system that lets you use excess XP to buy additional spell slots/wilshape charges/rage charges/bardic inspiration, something.

Story mode; battles are disabled, allowing you to solely explore and focus on the story elements.

Dark Urge as a companion.

Ability to change who your unfortunate murder victim is, outside of Alfira and Quill. Maybe it's Zevlor, or Rolan, or Kagha.

More recruitable evil companions. Kagha, Wulbren, and Ethel are a good start.

Halsin recruitable in act 1 or at least no later than the start of act 2.

More reactivity for story developments after act 1, particularly in act 3 when it drops to little comments here or there.

More reactivity for Dark Urge story elements in particular, especially everything related to the Orin fight.

Ability to fast travel to quest-related markers.

Ability to hook up your companions. Let me smooch Halsin but hook up Karlach and Wyll, or let me romance Wyll while hooking up Halsin and Astarion!

Change point and click lines for characters to reflect story developments (resist Durge should sound less unhinged, Lae'zel shouldn't reference Vlaakith after turning away from her, etc)

Let your love interest answer questions about you during the love dryad test. You can select the right answers beforehand, and then they'll answer right or wrong depending on a bit of approval and a bit of luck/dice rolling. Halsin, of course, will automatically know you fear krakens.

Fighting Gortash at the coronation is actually an option that doesn't break the bridges and doesn't disable fast travel into Wyrm's Rock once he's defeated.

Give the gnomes the ability to fix Karlach's engine, or at least work on a prototype.

Option to speed up or entirely skip enemy turns, coming back to you and giving you a brief recap of who was hit and for how much damage/what status effects. This would make the courtyard, in particular, less of a slog. I should not be able to finish my turn, take a pee break, and come back to the enemies still attacking.

Ability to make it more clear what your relationship with Halsin is in a polymance- keep it as a one night stand/physical relationship, make it a poly romance with your other partner as your nesting partner, or even make it a throuple. Similarly, if the latter, add scenes of your partners getting to know each other better, kissing, etc.

Don't tie so many plot events to long rests while stressing that the player needs to hurry to avoid ceremorphosis. Either drop the facade that there is a rush, or make these plot developments happen outside of camp.

Consequences for using tadpoles beyond one (possibly two as of patch 7) dice rolls. Make it so using too many will cause you to squid, no matter what.

Ideally, bring back the plot that was teased in act 1, where instead of being the Emperor, you Dream Guardian was your tadpole, trying to seduce you to let it take over.

Better balancing for Rangers at higher levels, as as it is now, you basically have to multiclass them to get any decent use out of them. After level 5 any additional levels spent on Ranger are wasted.

Improve Eldritch Knight and Arcane Trickster to use the class's standard stat instead of int or wis for their spells.

All wildshape attacks minus three of the four myrmidons should count as unarmed for the purposes of tavern brawler and other similar things that buff unarmed attacks working.

Make the Emperor/Orpheus a fully autonomous party member, allowing you to give them equipment (and allowing them to use potions/spells they didn't already have on hand) during the final battle.

Fix pathfinding for characters you don't control, and especially fix them automatically jumping back to the other side of a gap just because you had to switch to a character who wouldn't make the jump before.

Improve Fly so that it is better than Jump outside of like 2-3 levels.

Some kind of enemy-rush mode where you see how long you can last against all the bosses in the game would be amazing.

Ability to either return to the city and finish up some quests before the epilogue.

New game plus.

Origin Halsin and Minthara.

The game does a better job of remembering that Halsin isn't tadpoled, and also does a better job of not always assuming that if you're in a poly relationship with him, you want the other partner prioritized for literally every scene.

Resist scene for Minthara and Halsin.

Recruitable Aylin and Isobel. Ideally, you can also romance them and become their third.

Dye preview, as well as clothing and armor previews.

Armor scales in weight with your size, so the same armor put on a small character will weigh less than the same armor on a large character, allowing little characters more options.

Druids automatically revert to human form for cutscenes, then return to wildshape after without losing a charge.

Orin can kidnap any character, including your romanced companion, but to compensate, there are less steps needed to access the Temple of Bhaal.

The kidnapped companion is not guaranteed to be unharmed even if you save them; depending on how long you took, they might have been badly tortured and receive a status debuff that lasts several days.

Faith-leap trial is fixed so that you can actually solve it without either a guide or cheesing it.

Let Wyll dump Mizora as a patron, then become an Archfey warlock with Thaniel and Oliver as his patrons. Wyll then becomes a nature defender.

More autonomy for Wyll in his quest. You can't make the pivotal choices of his story arc for him, and instead, your ability to convince him is tied to dice rolls that have a DC scaled to your approval, like for SH.

Able to take Scratch and Owlbear home in the epilogue, instead of only being able to send Owlbear with SH, Halsin, or you if romanced to either.

Let Karlach stay in the House of Hope if Hope lived, allowing her to live in Avernus without having to constantly fight and fear Zariel.

More interesting Speak With Animals conversations. They drop dramatically after act 1, and by act 3 there are very few times I use the spell anymore, just to talk to the kitties.

Able to cast certain spells (I.E. Hero's Feast) on all recruited characters, not just those in the active party.

54. Fix the morality system for Paladin oaths so that it's more clear what actions will break your oath ahead of time.

55. Give players more chances to fix things if a character turns temporarily hostile. I shouldn't lose a vendor, quest, etc for good because of a failed persuasion roll. There should be one more chance to fix it.

56. More deities for players to choose from; if not for Clerics, at least add more at the Stormshore Tabernacle. Ideally, allow even other classes to talk about having a favored deity, as most in the Realms do, and it would be interesting to, for example, be a Ranger, worship Mielikki, and have dialogue with Halsin, Jaheira, and Minsc.

57. Act 3 gets more unique music instead of largely reusing tunes from acts 1 and 2.

58. More companions so that every race and every class has representation.

59. Elves act more elven. Halsin and Astarion can have conversations in Elvish. Arnell is not confused by Shadowheart choosing her own name.

60. Free healing by Halsin. He is a world-renowned healer and would be great to see him use it more. Also, more shown of him researching medical conditions, helping sick/injured civilians in Baldur's Gate, etc.

61. The Shadow Curse breaks as soon as Ketheric dies or Thaniel and Oiver are reunited, whichever comes later, so the player can see the lands not influenced by the curse. Move the cutscene that plays on leaving the lands to this point, just without the bit of the party leaving the land.

62. Ability to save Art Cullagh so he won't die shortly after the game ends.

63. After you defend Halsin's portal, you get to play a side-quest where Halsin fights through the Shadowfell, finds Thaniel, and fights his way back. OR, you can delegate the portal defense to your other party members, and join Halsin in the Shadowfell to help him find Thaniel.

64. Introduce a weather system and a day/night system.

65. When you knock out a character using non-lethal attacks, the character is actually treated as alive, letting it be used outside of Minthara, Minsc, and Alfira.

66. Scene of Withers telling the players who he really is. Dark Urge players can become Withers' Chosen after they reject Bhaal, while Tav and non-Shadowheart Origins can be it from earlier on, maybe a scene early in act 2, and Shadowheart can be it after turning from Shar.

67. The Dark Urge's Urge manifests in battle, causing them to sometimes waste an action torturing a victim who's already been downed, or to turn hostile on allied characters.

68. More references to the Dark Urge being chronically ill as a result of their brain injury- this is brought up periodically in act 1 and then dropped for the most part. This could even lead to scenes of romanced characters comforting them when they have a headache or fainting spells.

69. More intra-party conflicts besides SH and Lae'zel, and the possible Halsin-Minthara ultimatum. Let the evil characters get angry at Gale for wasting magical items and try to kick him out.

70. Implement the Halsin-Minthara ultimatum, but don't make it an ultimatum; instead Halsin simply signals his intention to leave, and if you want him instead of Minthara, you bring up sending her away. Also make it clear that the Absolute still hunts Halsin for what happened in the Grove and for fighting Ketheric 100 years ago, showing that even without a tadpole, he has stakes in this too. Also make it clearer that Minthara is severely triggering his past trauma with all her pro-slavery talk, possibly causing him to gain a status debuff if he's near her. That way people will stop demonizing Halsin there will be more of a feeling of balance in the ultimatum.

71. Ability to rescue children (particularly the orphaned ones in act 3) and bring them back to camp for Halsin and/or Jaheira to mother.

72. When you're in the final battle, the companions who aren't fighting at your side are instead on a sidequest evacuating the city and fighting the mindflayers who are terrorizing the citizens. Alternatively, just for this one battle, you can bring all your recruited companions with you (it would certainly help make that courtyard fight more balanced if you aren't using invisibility potions).

73. Platonic paths get just as much weight as romantic ones. You can become Karlach's best friend forever and go on friendly outings with her. You can train with Lae'zel. Etc.

74. Setting for romance/sexual encoutners/offers to be turned off entirely.

75. Explorer difficulty allows you to multiclass still.

76. More quests for evil players.

77. Every romanceable character has at least one action that will cause them to break up with you, and every companion has one that will cause them to leave the party (outside of sinking approval to -40).

78. Option to turn on a "confirm action" button, so that accidentally clicking on an item in red that's right next to a communal use item doesn't get you aggro'd.

79. Optional choice to add in random encounters.

80. Reintroduce class-specific tadpole powers from Early Access.

81. Ability to help people in the city more; you can offer refugees shelter at your camp, feed or pay all beggars, etc. Telling the rich they suck for not helping is great but I want to be able to do more.

82. Sidequest for that Druid who's trying to save the dying tree in Baldur's Gate, ideally with special Halsin and Jaheira interactions.

83. More conversations like the one with Halsin and Jaheira in act 2, where controlling a character lets you talk to another and unlock special dialogues you don't otherwise get.

84. The circus is now a proper carnival, including magic-fueled rides, treatos, and a tunnel of love. Also, the Bhaalists are trying to interfere with the rides and get people killed, which you have to stop.

85. You have the option to tell owlbear cub that you don't want to give him the potion to make him grow faster because he deserves to stay a cub and grow naturally.

86. You can give companions little gifts, like SH with the night orchid. You can give Halsin his pipe back.

87. You can choose to join a companion in the endgame even if you haven't romanced them. You can move to Halsin's commune or keep Astarion company in the Underdark.

88. Ability to evict companions from your camp at any time, with a corresponding chewing out from the companions who stayed unless you have a really good reason for it.

89. Bring back the datamined bits where companions who left your party would later show up in the courtyard battle, tadpoled (if not already) and under the Absolute's control. (Maybe with a scene showing how it happened, including the tadpoling for Halsin and Jaheira who wouldn't have been infected before).

90. Bring back the datamined scenes from the morphic pool where the netherbrain would make the party have hallucinations corresponding to their insecurities. Including the option to comfort them after, especially your romanced partner.

91. Optional ability to cook meals yourself, maybe with a little cooking minigame like Pokemon has. Different foods can give you different status benefits the next day.

92. Ability to travel back to any act at any time before the final point of no return.

93. Act 1's point of no return is either entering the Underdark or the Mountain Pass, or entering the Shadow-Cursed Lands, but not either entering the Shadow-Cursed Lands from the Underdark or entering the Mountain Pass.

94. A gardening mechanic for edible plants and such would be fun, so you could have a steady supply of camp supplies and certain alchemy ingredients. Especially mushrooms since Minthara literally has her own mushroom farm.

95. Camp library so you can keep all your books, notes, and letters in one space to read without cluttering up your traveller's chest.

96. Alternatively, there are multiple traveller's chests for different items. Armors and weapons in one, scrolls, potions and other magical items in another, food and alchemy supplies in another, etc.

97. Ability to take care of and comfort characters who've been poisoned, infected with contagion, etc.

98. Let Halsin, SH, and the player cuddle more animals.

99. Every class gets a unique camp follower a la the Oathbreaker Knight.

100. Vendor of common things (animal speaking potions, some alchemy ingredients, camp supplies) in camp for the whole game.

[needs-a-lil-spice]

Emmrich thoughts -Vegetarianism 2

So previously, when I was listening to about half of the companion banter with Emmrich, I thought perhaps his vegetarianism stems from his love for his little pig friend Lucy. (Thonk post here) After listening to the rest of the banters, it does look like he didn't start it until he was already with the Mourn Watchers for a while. One of the banters talks about how he remembers some days where he and some other disciples shared rabbit stew with each other.

Now, potentially this could still mean he was there but didn't eat or ate something different but it could also mean it was at a time he still ate meat and didn't stop until he became a full Mourn Watcher.

In a banter with, I think, Harding, he says something along the lines of 'each Mourn Watcher has to decide for themselves where they draw the line between life and death'. They also talk about hypothetically eating insects and he reiterates, that everything that lives and breathes is a no-go for him.

So this could also have been a realization for him when he became a full Mourn Watcher.

But I still headcanon, that he probably didn't enjoy pork anymore way before that came into play :3c There's another small tidbit with Harding and Emmrich about food, where she lists a lot of meat stuff she couldn't live without, for example bacon, which Emmrich answers with 'I recall.' That could be about meat in general, but I also like the idea of him specifically recalling bacon, before his gruesome childhood discovery lol

EDIT: Someone let me know it wasn't "rabbit" but "rare bit", a kind of cheesey fondue they were enjoying! So initial thought still stands and he may have been vegetarian even longer like I originally thought xP

[muffinsin]

Hi muffin how ya doin? Are you staying hydrated? Hope so, anyways I’ve been reading a lot of your writing lately and honestly I’m astonished about how creative you get with the most simplest layout

Obviously your a very busy person and have other prompts so feel free to let this rot in your inbox. But how would you think the Dimi daughters would react to their s/o being in a garage band? I’m not gonna lay out a whole lot of suggestions cause I want this to be as loose and as free as you want it to be.

lol I literally only thought up about this cause I was finished with school and bored so I went to my friends garage and just chilled there with my band. Anyways muffin I’m gonna let you go now so you can do whatever you need to do. Stay hydrated and have a wonderful rest of your week.

Hey y’all! I’ll be

opening the inbox again for a bit after this one👀!

This lowkey reminds me of this Daniela x reader oneshot I did of reader being in a garage band with Cassandra and Daniela crushing hard XP turning this into a rather-modern setting to fit the prompt a little more

Another thing;

I’m really close to 1K Followers and would really appreciate help getting there🙇‍♀️🙌 a HUGE thank you to all supporting me :)

Let’s get into it🙌

Masterlists

Bela

Despite liking music, Bela has never thought much about bands. Garage bands nonetheless

That is, until you

Until she would grit her teeth and groan, pillow held over her face as she hears you practice your songs in the garage across the street, far louder than she deems necessary

She’s told you countless times to quieten down, too!

Little does she know, you keep practicing a little louder than you need to, knowing it’ll make her come across

You can’t help it

Seeing your beautiful neighbour knocking by your garage door, her hands crossed and dressed in adorable pyjamas is somewhat the highlight of her day

You always promise to quieten down. You never do. You aren’t sure how else to talk to her than by making her come over

And while she certainly becomes more and more annoyed, she also becomes curious

Once, when she couldn’t sleep at all, haunted by guilt for moving from her sisters and mother and starting a life of her own- even as she lives only a town away- still eats at her times

That time, she didn’t come across to complain

She just leaned against the open garage door, smiling gently when you sent her one of your wide, bright smiles

And she listened

Eventually, you decide to make a move, a little, noticing her linger by the garage door more and more often, curious to listen to your music when she feels lonely

You set up a chair for her, try your best to make it look appealing and comfortable

For a long time, she doesn’t accept your offer whenever you try to casually mention towards it, offering her to have a seat instead

And while you’re a little disappointed you aren’t getting closer to her, and don’t know how to express your feelings for her, you’re happy whenever she does decide to linger by the garage and listen in

She doesn’t complain about the volume of your music any longer, but you see her nearly every night still, when she’s dressed in a large hoodie and comfortable pyjama pants, thick boots and occasionally even a beanie when it’s a little colder out

And then, one night- she does take you up your offer

You’re not sure why, don’t know if you’re making progress with her or she’s simply feeling lonely, but she steps inside and allows you to close the garage door, shutting out the cool air as she sits sideways in the comfortable, large armchair you set up for her, her legs dangling off the side

You think she looks breathtaking

It turns out, practicing is difficult with her nearby, when you barely look at your sheets, your eyes always finding hers again. You think, in this light, they almost look golden, and it makes your heart flutter

She stays with you all night long, listening and humming along once she gets a feel of the tune you’re practicing. It has your knees feel weak. You’re thankful you’re sitting down

And while you watch with a heavy heart when she returns home hours after, late at night already, you insist: she can always come over

And while she only shows you a sweet smile, her heart flutters at your offer

She finds herself spending nearly every evening with you, moving to your garage and finding you awaiting her with a happy smile already

You spend every day together, the days passing fast, turning to months

The first time she falls asleep sitting and listening to your music, you feel your heart stop

You know, as you watch her, you ought to wake her. You should shake her shoulder, wake her up, tell her it’s half past 2am and she should head home to get some real sleep in a comfortable bed

And you almost do, you insist to yourself

Instead, you cover her with a soft blanket and shut the garage door. You sleep by the corner wrapped in your blankets and clutching your pillow, not wanting her to be alone, not daring to move her

When you awaken in the morning she’s gone, having returned home, but her Thank you for last night, I apologise for the inconvenience -text popping up on your phone makes you grin brightly still

The next day, she’s back again

In time, she begins to bring snacks for you, and falls asleep more comfortably. You drag a sofa in the garage so you can sleep in the same room as her, preferably not on the hard floor

You don’t know how to tell her you like her, how to let her know every little thing she does and her mere presence sets your heart racing wildly

You’re just happy to be with her

And then, one night, when you awaken to her trying to open the garage door and sneaking out in the middle of the night- and you spot the tears running down her cheeks, you plead: “Stay”

And she does

And she curls up on the sofa with you, and she allows you to wrap your arms around her to comfort her and pull her closer

She doesn’t offer an explanation as to why she was crying, and you don’t ask. You just hold her, you just let her curl as close as she wants and grasp the front of your shirt. You let her fall asleep with her face rested against your throat, her warm breath soft against your skin

You inhale, gently hold her, and don’t dare sleep until you know she’s okay

And in the morning, she isn’t gone

She’s still there, curled against you, her head lifting when she notices you woke up

And you melt at the sight of her golden eyes

You don’t notice you’re leaning in, don’t notice her leaning up, your faces mere inches apart and her fingers curling with your wide band shirt grasped in them

You don’t notice, until your lips nearly brush against hers

You feel butterflies in your stomach at how close she is, your senses on fire. You want to lean forwards and capture her lips in her soft ones, but she beats you to it

And when you kiss, at last after months of yearning for her, you smile happily

And she smiles back against you

Cassandra

She’s on her way home, sulking after a long day when her head turns and she hears music coming from the distance

She boldly moves towards it, her golden eyes glowing in the dark as she tries to determine the source of the odd tune

It’s- a little wild, but comforting to her

When she finally gets close enough she spots the source- an open garage, with the music, warmth and light coming from it

And the moment she sticks her head in, she finds you; flinching back in surprise, your eyes wide

You hold up two things that look like thin, wooden sticks to her, as though to your defence, and she smiles a little

Cute

Cassandra boldly moves inside, humming lowly at the warmth inside the garage. It isn’t cold outside per se, but given her nature she still likes this far, far better

She straightens up as she accidentally allows her swarm to buzz happily, quickly forcing the little insects to stay quiet when she spots your raised eyebrow

For what feels like a long moment, you can only stare at the stranger in your garage. She's beautiful- there is no doubt about that- and while you can't be sure, you like to believe she isn't going to hurt you

Smirking at your flustered face and obvious worry, she steps a little closer in, once again sighing lowly at the warmth. She hates how it's already beginning to get a little colder again

"Well? Keep playing", she urges, her eyes finding the large, round set of what she assumes are drums and other instruments in the center of the room

You can only stare at her, unsure what to do

Perhaps, you ought to kick her out. Perhaps, you ought to stop practicing with your garage door wide open

Perhaps- you can get to know the beautiful, dark haired woman suddenly standing in your home

You gulp, but do as she's asked, watching as she lazily leans against the wall with her arms crossed

When you begin playing, her eyes slip shut, even are you're certain she's still perfectly aware of everything happening around her. She just strikes you as that type of person- and you have no idea just how right you are just yet

She’s calm, though you can tell she’s listening to you, and feel a blush rising to your throat whenever she scowls when you miss a beat

She’s listening closely to you- more so than you thought- and immediately recognizes it when something is different, when you miss a note or so

You find, despite how odd the situation is;

You like her

“What’s your name?”, you ask, but she only hums

“Keep playing”, she instead demands again, not answering your question

You try again, but she never answers you. She doesn’t even open her eyes, as though lost in the music you tunes for her. And despite how her silence is somewhat annoying and becoming more and more frustrating, you find yourself feeling flattered at how closely she is paying attention

Hours pass like nothing, hours of her only listening to you

Occasionally, she moves about, restless. You notice fast that the strange woman doesn’t stand still for long, and even when she takes a seat across from you, she never stays still for long

When nighttime comes and it’s almost beginning to look like early morning, she rises from the chair again for what must have been the fifth time now

But this time, she heads to the garage door, as though to leave

You aren’t sure what prompted it, but you reach out, and while you see her eyes flash with something when you grab her upper arm, she seems to allow the move

You feel desperate, almost

You don’t know her name, nor where is she from- she would not tell you, would not answer you

Instead, you simply ask;

“Will I see you again?”

, hoping she will grant you an answer this time

And it turns out, she does

She smirks, a playful smile tugging at her lips. Then, she turns, and your hand falls from her arm

“Perhaps, muzicuța mea”

You stare at her, confused, watching her leave and left to only hope she might return

The next day, you secretly hope the beautiful stranger will be back. You practice just a little louder, as though hoping she will hear and find her way to you again, even with the garage door closed due to how cold it is that night

But, no matter how loud you play and how often you check the streets, she's nowhere to be found

The next day, she doesn't show either, nor the one after

By the seventh day you begin playing quieter again, finding it hard to play at all when she is all who is on your mind. You have no way of finding her, no way of even finding out her name

But when you play on the ninth day, you jump in surprise at the woman's face

With the garage door tipped open, she boldly moves inside yet again, and- perhaps an even bolder move- shuts it behind her

She says nothing, again, only moves up against the radiator and watches you, waiting for you to play again

How can you deny her?

You allow her to listen to you for a little while, in which she again stays standing by the radiator with her eyes closed. She's dressed much warmer than last time, a thick, heavy coat wrapped around her that seems slightly too big on her

"Will you tell me your name now?", you ask eventually, standing up and taking a small break. Immediately, her eyes open up and flicker to you again

And for a moment, you're sure she will simply ignore you again, until her lips part and she reveals; "Cassandra"

You can't help but smile at her, introducing yourself to her again despite having done so on the first day already

And like on the first day, she stays long, listening to you play, humming along, and leaves when morning comes

The next day, however, she returns again already

She notes immediately that you've set up a proper space for her, moved a comfortable sofa to the radiator, with four different blankets thrown across it. It wasn't hard for you to find out that she isn't fond of the cold, even as you would never suspect just how true that is

Cassandra sits and curls up as she listens to you again, though this time her eyes stay open

You feel them on you, feel her take in every little inch of you, even

And when you take a break, hoping to be subtle and cool when you sit down on the sofa next to her, your breath hitches when she moves closer to you

She knows what she wants- has always known- and her mother has always encouraged her to take what she desires

Why would you be any different?

Your cheeks burn when she grabs your chin and makes you face her, pulling you in until your lips almost brush against hers

You realize- she is giving you an opportunity to pull away, and gasps in surprise when you instead make the bold move of moving forwards, your lips connecting with her ones

You smile against her when she immediately kisses you back, eager, hungry, almost insatiable

And when she pulls away a little, you can't help but chase her lips with yours

Daniela

You love Daniela

She is your girlfriend, your supporter, your muse as it comes to your music

She inspires you, motivates you, and makes you happier than any other person ever could

But, she is also your sweetest distraction

When you practice, she likes to bring you something to drink occasionally. When it's just the two of you, she often does so in clothing she knows you like, with a tight tank top exposing her large, soft breasts, a cute choker necklace looking suspiciously much like an elegant collar, and tight skirts that you yearn to lift

She'll insist, she wants you to stay hydrated and healthy, especially when you practice on hot summer days, but her visits usually end the same way; with her pressed up against the wall, her thighs on either side of your hips and legs wrapped around you, her hands at your shoulders or back and her lips feverishly meeting yours over, and over, and over again

You love it. You love taking little breaks and drinking in her little moans. She's a huge inspiration for you, and your music, and has had a series of songs based on her

When she visits you while you practice on your own, Daniela can be quite the tease, though

She likes to sit behind you, her lips attached to your throat, licking, sucking, biting lazily and kissing over the marks, her hands sliding across your thighs and rubbing them

Often, she is not only your muse, inspiring the most beautiful and sensual tunes, but also a siren, luring you in and making you end your practice sessions early

When practicing with your fellow band members, Daniela is the classic representation of "the hot girlfriend"

She likes to tease you by listening to you play, her long legs on display when wearing a skirt or shorts, her back arched a little as she sits on one of the counters in the garage

Often, passing neighbors or people coming to listen to your practice stay just a little longer to watch her, instead, and by the teasing glint in her eyes you know that she loves it

She loves being admired, put on display, and loves to turn one's head

She loves being shown who really owns her after, even more

As such, you will often indulge her for the moment, shaking your head a little as you play when more and more people begin to stand by the garage door, their eyes flickering between the instruments and your band and her

Really, you can't quite complain, not since one of your band mates began charging a small sum for every half an hour spent listening to your practice- you find, time seems to pass fast when there's good music and your girlfriend around, and Daniela giggles so adorably whenever enough money is gathered that you get to buy her something nice with your share

It's a good concept, and while you will sometimes end practice a little earlier or take longer breaks to show your girlfriend just who she belongs to and not to bat her pretty eyes at others for fun, you both know it's never serious

She's yours, only yours, and she loves stating so

As much as she enjoys looking good and catching one's eye when they merely pass the garage, and as much as she likes shooting teasing smiles at some of them to keep them there longer, she enjoys feeling as though you are showing off what is yours

She likes to sit near you, her head on your shoulder or in your lap, letting everyone know just who she is with. She likes thinking she's a source of pride for you, and she loves whenever you confirm this

When you practice a new song, she is the first to know it, aside from your team. She very rarely misses a practice and is incredibly supportive of you

Often, you will catch her hum one of your tunes in the shower or around the house, and can only smile when you call her out and she giggles playfully

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Do you take requests?? Cove x Mc/reader where cove stays outside to long and gets heat stroke and mc takes care of him? I thought it could be a cute fic

Yes I do !!

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𝙷𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚢

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Being on your feet and exposed to the sun all day with rising temperatures seem to be a recipe for disaster.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: horrible description of a heat stroke, vomiting, you can decide if you are already in a relationship with Cove or not.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cove Holden x F! Reader

𝐀/𝐍: never had a heat stroke before but my brother did a few years ago when he joined a band camp during high school, so I'm putting in a few details from what he's told me. xP

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Gritting your teeth, you hauled the heavy black trash bag over your shoulder and trudge through the sand to the large garbage bin that stood at the edge of where the sidewalk was. Beads of sweat rolled down the side of your face which you used your shoulder to quickly wipe away, the sensation tickling when it fell. Volunteering for ORCA had its ups and downs; you could be invited to charities one day and then melting in the sun the next.

"Just a few more bags and we'll be finished here [Name]," A voice breaks you out of your thoughts. Turning your head to the source, you make eye contact with familiar green eyes. Cove gives a wobbly smile and tries to wink. "We can go get frozen yogurt after this."

"That sounds so good right now," You whined, wiping the sweat collecting on your hairline. "I'm dying in this heat." He chuckles and starts heading towards the pile of trash bags on the other side of the beach before he stumbles. With quick reflexes, you go to steady him. But upon seeing Cove up close, you noticed that his face was pale, and his breathing had increased and a bit labored.

"Cove?" You called out in worry, removing one of your hands from his arms to place the back of it against his hot cheek. "Are you okay? You're a bit... pale."

Cove groans and places a hand on his head, eyebrows knitting together in pain. " 'm f..fine..headache." He attempts to take another step before falling onto one knee.

"Cove?!" You shout, kneeling down to his level and he immediately rests his weight on you. This catches the attention of other volunteers as they quickly rush over to help. "Cove, what's wrong?!"

A small whine of pain leaves his chapped lips before Cove's green eyes roll to the back of his head; his body drops into your arms.

"COVE!"

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Sitting on a plastic chair inside the First Aid tent, you watched Cove go in and out of consciousness. He layed in the bed with his shirt off and he was covered in ice packs in an attempt to cool him down. Cove's green hair swayed in the breeze as you fanned him with a folder you borrowed from one of the nurses that ORCA had hired for cases like this.

Your arm was getting sore, but for Cove, you'll keep going. It wasn't much longer when the boy finally comes to, his eyes settling on your blurry figure.

"Oh my gosh, Cove!" You rest your hands on the bed and lean into his space, causing him to let out a squeak as he scrambled to sit upwards.

"[Name]-" But it seems like he got up to fast.

Cove slaps a hand to his mouth, face turning into a sickly green. Noticing the signs you were told earlier; you quickly grabbed the puke bucket that was placed near your chair and held it out in front of Cove. He opens his mouth and blows chunks.

Few minutes pass by as you wait for Cove to finish, a hand settled on his back in an attempt to comfort him. The green haired man spits into the bucket one final time, takes a deep breath, and lets out a big sigh. Cove turns his head slightly to look at you with an embarrassed look.

"That...was something."

You let out a snort. "It was, but- are you feeling better now?" Setting the bucket down, carefully, you brush away Cove's bangs and used the back of your hand to check his temperature.

Cove bites back a blush forming on his cheeks as he watched you lean closer through thick green lashes. "I'm feeling a bit icky, but I'll manage." The smile that grows on your face makes him desperately wanting to lean in and give you a kiss, but he holds himself back.

"Do you need anything? Water? Snacks? More ice packs?" You began listing off things Cove might need. A warm hand rests on your shoulders stopping your listings.

"Can we get frozen yogurt?" Cove bites his lip as he awaits your answer before adding on with a laugh. "Later of course! Once I get better."

"Later it is then." You giggled.

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[thecreaturecodex]

Walrider

Image © deviantArt user NanFe, accessed at her gallery here

[Sponsored by @coldbloodassassin, and my last sponsored post! The walrider is yet another monster in the subgenre of "from a video game I've never played", and in this case never even heard of before being tasked with this: Outlast. It has a very complicated backstory, involving Nazi mad science and corrupt mental institutions, so I streamlined it a bit while retaining the original flavor.]

Walrider CR 18 CE Construct A faint blur appears, an outline of a human form moving through space. It moves with impossible fluidity, as if its joints were more a mental construct than a physical one. The outline lacks a lower jaw entirely, and the fingers are longer than those of a typical human

The walrider is a bizarre construct, a cloud of tiny nanomachines confined to a humanoid shape but able to take over the bodies of others. The first walrider was created in an attempt to create a nanotechnology lab out of the body of a human test subject. The process drove the victim insane in the process of completely disassembling them, and the walrider created possessed a thoroughly warped and thoroughly evil psyche. The walrider still possess an affinity for the mad, preferring to use them as hosts. Those whose perceptions of reality are distorted are even less likely to understand the nature of the walrider’s attacks, and are less likely to be believed if and when they can report them. The damage the walrider deals when scouring the mortal mind for information typically leaves their victim mentally broken.

The walrider can enter a victim not to possess them but merely to take them apart from the inside, and they enjoy using this power in the open as a show of strength. If they cannot possess a host, or if they are expelled through remove disease or a similar effect, they simply beat their enemies to death. They can control their own solidity as a matter of course, being strong enough to punch through concrete when they want to, and then being so diffuse that weapons pass right through them. The walrider is nearly invisible, and uses hit and run attacks in combination with their great stealth to wear enemies down if they are capable of fighting back.

Due to the highly unusual nature of their origin, the walrider may be a unique creature. If it is not, it is highly unlikely that they would cooperate with each other, instead viewing each other as competition. The walrider is a megalomaniac who views itself as divine, and is actively creating a cult of worshipers who view it as the next stage in human evolution. If this cult grows large enough, the walrider could become truly divine, or attract the attention of a competitor who is.

Walrider CR 18 XP 153,600 CE Medium construct Init +14; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +18

Defense AC 27, touch 27, flat-footed 16 (+10 Dex, +1 dodge, +6 insight) hp 169(23d10+43) Fort +7, Ref +19, Will +15 Immune construct traits, critical hits, sneak attack, weapon damage Defensive Abilities evasion,mad insights,swarm-like, transparency; Weakness susceptible to mind-influencing effects, vulnerable to area of effect damage

Offense Speed 40 ft., fly 40 ft. (perfect) Melee 2 slams +33 (2d8+10) Special Attacks infest, possess

Statistics Str 30, Dex 30, Con -, Int 19, Wis 4, Cha 23 Base Atk +23; CMB +33; CMD 44 Feats Ability Focus (infest, possess),Alertness (B),Blind Fight,Combat Expertise,Combat Reflexes, Critical Focus (B), Dodge, Improved Critical (slam), Improved Initiative (B), Iron Will, Lightning Reflexes (B), Mobility, Power Attack (B), Spring Attack, Staggering Critical (B), Toughness, Whirlwind Attack Skills Bluff +23, Fly +35, Intimidate +23, Knowledge (engineering, local) +34, Perception +19, Sense Motive +19, Stealth +47; Racial Modifiers +11 Knowledge (all), +20 Stealth Languages Aklo, Androffan, Common, Undercommon SQ madness,many in one

Ecology Environment any Organization solitary or ride (1 plus 1 possessed host) Treasure standard

Special Abilities Infest (Ex) As a standard action, a walrider can infest a corporeal creature adjacent to it. If the creature fails a DC 25 Fortitude save, the walrider moves inside of its body. A walrider can either remain in the creature it infests harmlessly, as a riding possession spell, or it can start to disassemble its host from the inside, dealing 12d6 points of damage a round. A host reduced to 0 hit points while infested by a walrider is reduced to dust and destroyed (similar to disintegrate). A walrider infesting a host can be expelled by any effect that cures disease, with a disease save equal to this ability’s DC. If not expelled, the walrider can remain inside the host indefinitely. The save DC is Constitution-based and includes a +2 racial bonus. Madness (Ex) Walriders use their Charisma modifier on Will saves instead of their Wisdom modifier, and are immune to insanity and confusion effects. Only a miracle or wish can remove a walrideer's madness. If this occurs, the walrider gains 6 points of Wisdom and loses 6 points of Charisma. Mad Insight (Su) A walrider gains an insight bonus to Armor Class equal to its Charisma modifier. Many In One (Ex) A walrider absorbs the memories of intelligent creatures that it possesses. A walrider that has eaten one or more sapient creatures gains a number of bonus feats equal to its Charisma modifier (6 for the average specimen). It gains a racial bonus to all Knowledge checks equal to ½ its Hit Dice (+11 for the average specimen), and can make Knowledge checks untrained. Whenever it possesses a sapient creature, it may swap out one of its bonus feats and/or one of its languages for one known by the creature it has possessed. Possess (Su) A walrider can possess a living creature it has infested. Unless the creature succeeds a DC 25 Will save, the walrider takes control of its body, as per a greater possession spell with an indefinite duration. A creature that successfully saves is immune to that walrider’s possession for the next 24 hours. At any time while possessing a host, the walrider can attempt to scan its mind, as per a mind probe spell. This possession is taxing to a host; every day the host is possessed, it must succeed a DC 25 Will save or take 2d4 Wisdom drain. A creature that would be reduced to 0 Wisdom is instead reduced to 1 Wisdom and gains the moral insanity madness. The save DC is Constitution based, and includes a +2 racial bonus to the DC. Susceptible to Mind-Influencing Effects (Ex) Unlike most constructs, a walrider can be affected by mind-influencing effects. Swarm-like (Ex) A walrider is comprised of thousands of nanites. Although it is a Medium sized creature, it is immune to spells and effects that affect a single target, damage from physical weapons, critical hits and sneak attacks. A walrider can move through cracks and spaces small enough for a Fine creature. A walrider takes 150% damage from area of effect spells and effects. Transparent (Ex) A walrider is nearly invisible. Attacks made against it by creatures that need to see have a 50% miss chance, and the walrider gains a +20 racial bonus to Stealth checks. This is not dispelled by invisibility purge or see invisibility. Spells like faerie fire and glitterdust reduce the miss chance to 20%, but do not remove it completely.

[merykitten]

Looking for roleplay Partners!

Not an art post but i'm so desperately bored lately-

The point is that i'm looking for some roleplay Partners who are not too busy with their lifes. I already contacted 14 People and they're too busy to be active 😭🙏

I'm not asking to be there all day of course, but if you think you won't be able to be active at least once a day do not dm me!

Also DO NOT DM ME TILL YOU READ ALL THE POST PLEASE! Important points will be colored!

With this ad, i'm not replacing the rps i already started.

Now, some messy info and rules:

• First of all, i'm 21 so NO MINORS! Mandatory 18+ roleplayers! I'm looking for people who aren't sensitive with nsfw. If you are, i'm not the right partner for you! We Will discuss about limits in DMs.

• I have 8/9 years of experience but i'm evolving my way of roleplaying since it was quite poor before :,))

•My time zone: GMT+1 (I'm italian and i won't roleplay in my native lenguage-)

Muses

• I honestly have no muses! i'm willing to try roleplaying as any danganronpa characters you want me to do IF, in exchange, you do the same for me! (UDG nor Anime/Novel characters not included!)

• If it wasn't clear in the previous, i mostly do double ups. I want both parties to have fun so if you do something for me, i'll do something for you. Basically we'll much likely do two roleplays or even more.

• Thought, if you guys don't have an oc and simply enjoy roleplaying as canon characters we can either do a double up with a cc x cc or just one roleplay if you don't wish a double up.

• We can discuss in DM about the canon characters you're interested in and, if you have some, your headcanons about em! I'll try my Best to make you happy BUT, since i'm Cisgender and Straight, i won't roleplays trans HCs or some complicated sexualities because i wouldn't be able to represent em right 🙏 we can discuss about it in DMs.

• Regard my part, I'd like the characters to be as canon as possible but we can discuss about my minor headcanons before starting.

Interests

• Currently, the fandom i'm mainly into is Danganronpa! I'm also Willing to try Tokyo Revengers!🙏💖 i didn't design ocs for the second one yet but i probably improvise-

• If you can't roleplays as at least one of the following characters, do not dm me!

(from most favourite to least.)

Danganronpa:

- Mondo Oowada <3

- Kaito Momota <3

- Kazuichi Souda <3

Tokyo Revengers:

- Ken Ryuguji (Draken) <3

- Chifuyu Matsuno <3

- Souya Kawata (Angry) <3

- Atsushi Sendo (Akkun) <3

- Ryohei Hayashi (Peh yan) <3

- Hakkai Shiba <3

Literacy

• About literacy, i'm semi-literate. I'm not english but i'm quite fluid! Usually the lenght of the answer depends on how much i have to work on; Usually the start point is longer.

• No illiterates/one liners please!

• If you write a higher grade, don't judge me i'll try my Best to not disappoint and fit with your style!🙏

Ships

• About ships, honestly I'm looking for OC X CC! CC x CC doesn't entertain me much, but if you don't have ocs for a double up and wish to do that instead, i'm willing to give a try! ONLY FOR DANGANRONPA, NOT TOKYO REVENGERS!

• If its an interesting OC that could fit with mine, i'm willing to try OC x OC! I also like to make the ocs interact with each other or become friends! <3

• I have two danganronpa female OCS and i'm opened to try more pairings ^^ Better to discuss this in DMs tho- About Tokyo Revengers i'm working on it XP (i Wonder if i'll someday create some male ocs-)

Plotting

• About plots, I can come up with pretty simple plots n scenarios, nothing too complicated! I absolutely LOVE slice of life, Fluff, romantic, smut, even a bit of angst why not? We Will plan a Plot before starting!

• What i'm not into? Violence, yanderes, gore, tragic stuff n similar- i'm a simple gal 😭🙏

• Also, I'm not much into platonical stuff-

• I can also possibly do AUS, but i won't guarantee it will last long-

^ If the Plot gets boring, we can discuss a new one with no problem! You decide about your rp, i decide for mine!

Others

• I only do roleplay on Discord.

• It would be better if you were, like me, able to rp as more characters at once to fill the roleplay more.

• I'm such a yapper so i don't mind OOC!

• Do not use emojis in roleplay please!

• If you need to detach yourself for an important reason, please let me know and don't ghost me completely please! 🙏

Hope we can get along <33

[orange-dreamzer]

C…can we have the idea 🥺🙏 (you put in the tags of that one reblog,,,)

i can put it here as well 😈 (shoutout to @/clownyclowns as we made this idea together and she may correct me if i falsely remember something blep)

[ ("summary") Dream is a student (around 14-16?)/Nightmare a teacher & I only mention it but they get 'intimate' on several occasions]

It's a kind of general (high-)school/college AU (as far as I remember)!

Night is a teacher in the school and Dream is still a student (Night is the older brother, basically), and there's also Killer/Cross although they dont play as large of a role

Dream has always been a little bit obsessed with his brother and now he's going at it extra since he got Night as the teacher in his class (kind of like a teacher's pet), using all the puppy eyes whenever he can.... at first Night was like "well, it's just Dream, my younger brother. This is normal." but over time Dream got a lot more touchy and. well. manipulative.,,

This got strong enough that over time Dream managed to make Night believe that "what we're doing is fine :3 no worries nighty!! dont you love your lil bro? :( come on!!!!!! tell me you love me too!! :D"

it gets to the point where they're even like that and doing it in the school... discreetly, of course, when others are around Dream is only sitting beside/on the desk so no one Really questions it..

eventually (although I no longer recall how) Cross, also a teacher, also "joins" (Dream manipulates him as well and they also do things together<3) (although neither Nightmare nor Cross are aware of Dream's intimate relationship with the other, but they Are exes...) and Killer is another student who helps Dream manipulate Cross and NM (and ofc gets something in return for it as well pff)

yeahh,,. what im allowed to say xp

[laurarolla]

Before the cooperative sportsball mode in Arknights begins, let's look back on a few thoughts from the finale of Act II of the main story, "Absolved Will Be The Seekers." Also, thanks to Wis'adel, I was easily able to clear all four of the hell stages, and I can probably finally go back and clear the previous chapter hell stages and finally get those upgrade tokens I'm missing for the chapter ops.

First, I enjoyed the little moment in the middle where the Followers trio get to clown on those Confessari pricks. Love seeing those fascist bloodsuckers lose. XP

Moving on, the overarching story of why Theresa returned and her goals with the Originium Assimilation were rather interesting, especially in what we seem to have learned about Arknights possible overarching villain, Priestess. It's nice that the citizens of Victoria will no longer be abused and murdered by the Sarkaz now that Theresis and his loyal forces are off to do something else, but getting his hands on the Originium stone that sort of represents the "original sin" of the Teekaz is not a good sign for the future. Beyond that, it's somewhat unclear how much of what Theresa did in the Assimilated Universe was actually her choice. I think it was a great act of mercy and love to finally free the Myriad Souls from the Originium, granting them the freedom to truly die instead of being trapped in the stagnant tomb of Originium. Unfortunately, I think the Originium she handed to Theresis very much falls under Priestess's plans to "continue the experiment." In the end, everything seems to be progressing as she has planned.

A few nice bits about Priestess that we got to see (if we are to believe anything she said to us) include that she's not a member of the same people as the Doctor, and previously spent her time recording sounds of dying worlds. Originium is not only a way for her to show that she deserved to stand alongside Oracle as an equal, but also became a way for her to record the dying breath of each and every world if her experiment succeeds. She seems genuinely motivated out of a love for what she's seen and heard across the universe, but she can't accept the transient nature of life. Whether there's some actual intentional malevolent force she's trying to use Originium to avoid, or just straight up entropy, she's so desperate to cheat death that she sees life as a threat to her efforts. It has left her cold in her interactions with the Doctor, who has fully regained their ability to love life and accept its limited nature while seeking to improve the lives of those they meet on their journey. I theorized that the Doctor may be been manipulated or controlled by Priestess during Babel, and at this point, I'm now sure not only that they were manipulated, but that they can't be manipulated in the same way anymore. Kal'tsit also rejected Priestess, and Amiya figured out how to use the Civilight Eterna to manipulate some aspects of the Assimilated Universe. I'm interested to see how these rejections affect things later in regards to Priestess's intentions.

Looking forward to future encounters with Eblana now that she's kinda the main threat to the current Victorian hierarchy, especially since she got one of the dukes on her side. Overall, though, I think we'll get most of the important immediate follow-up for Victoria when the Siege Alter event comes in about 4 or 5 months.

Wis'adel got her name finally and I'm super happy about that. Her journey from the beginning to now has been great, although I think most of her big character development is basically complete now. It's nice to have a character get their Alter form from an event or something that has significant personal story growth, with Wis'adel and Silence probably being my favorite alter/story intersections so far. Eyja's was also quite nice.

I'm also gonna say that Civilight Eterna (Theresa's Phantom) is herself a product of the Civilight Eterna arts ability I previously theorized/observed. She was largely created through Amiya pulling memories from the past and binding them into a phantom clone that Theresa left as a kind of keepsake. Basically, she's there because both she and Amiya want her to be there, and each used the power of the King of the Sarkaz to manifest her. That's why she has actual memories and arts powers from Theresa, albeit not as strong. I also love that how Amiya created the staff was to reshape Yin Xiao into an arts staff, reforging a sword seeking vengence into a tool of healing. Very simple but very effective.

Oh, and after 300 pulls I got Nearl the Radiant Knight from the shop, and my last free pull today was Mizuki, so now I have all the Ambushers... except Kirara.