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riboism · 2 years ago

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what’s inside a girl

》 pairing: k.hj x f!reader x s.mg

》 genre: smut

》 wc: 2.4k

》 content: dom! hongjoong, dom! mingi, gentlemen’s club au, prostitution?, mingi and hongjoong wear masks to stay anonymous, pet names (bunny), threesome, cunnilingus, clit play, cum play, breeding

🎧 what’s inside a girl- the cramps

When you noticed them both walk in, a familiar rush of excitement took over you, and you lunged out of the sleazy politician’s lap to meet them halfway, ignoring the rude remarks of the guest you were paid to entertain. You didn’t know their names, as it was a rule at the Lion’s Den not to share such personal details (although, the politician was more than happy to give you an earful about his plans for the next campaign). The club went so far as to protect its patron’s identities that they enforce all guests to wear specially designed face masks. The hosts, such as yourself, were to wear these lacy eye masks provided by the club as a part of their uniform, but they didn’t hide your identity as well. But maybe, it didn’t matter since you were just a nobody in a club full of A-listers who were just looking to live out their animalistic desires for the night. To them, you were just a means to the end.

They had introduced themselves to you as ‘M’ and ‘HJ’. Although a good portion of his upper face was covered up by his deer mask, you knew it was HJ from his strong jaw and the playful smirk on his lips. As for M, you could identify him from miles away. He was tall, taller than tall, with broad shoulders that emphasized his looming size, and perfectly pouty lips that could make you do just about anything. He wore what looked like a porcelain wolf mask, which you thought fit his deep voice and towering figure.

It had been a while since their last visit, and you started to worry as you walked up to them if they’d even remember you at all. As for you, you never forgot them. They were probably your favorite clients and for good reason. When they stopped showing up, you grew uninterested and bored in the job, and you desperately waited for them to come back and help you change your mind.

HJ’s eyes met yours and he stopped in his tracks, that same sinister smile that drove you crazy playing on his lips. He tapped M on his arm, prompting him to stop as well. “Looks like we found our prey.”

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The private room was dim, but the warm glow from the rustic-style candleliers illuminated HJ’s cheekbones just perfectly. His fingers slipped under your chin before tilting your head upwards at him. “It’s been so long bunny…” he sighed as he traced his thumb over your lips. “You didn’t forget about us, did you?”

“How could I forget?” You answered softly. Widening your mouth, you took his thumb in and sucked on it gently, making sure to press a few soft kisses in between. HJ tilted his head to the side with his mouth hung open, completely in awe of the things you could do with your mouth. You lowered your gaze and were pleased to see the hardness forming right under his waistband.

“Good,” he purred, “then you remember we don’t like to waste time.”

He pulled his thumb from your mouth before pushing you down on the bed. M plopped down next to you, holding himself up by resting on his elbow. You could feel his hot gaze running up and down your body. He placed two fingers on your lips and you immediately let them in, swirling your tongue over his digits just as as he liked it. He chuckled, pleased to see you were just as obedient as he remembered.

From below, you could feel HJ pulling your dress up to reveal the wet spot between your legs. He roughly remove the constricting fabric off of you and spread your legs as far apart as they could go before taking his cock out and laying it over your warm cunt. You whimpered over M’s digits as he dragged his tip up and down your slit, collecting the slickness from your arousal as lubricant. “Our poor bunny’s so needy…” He whispered as continued rubbing himself over your clit. “So fucking needy.”

With his fingers still in your mouth, M’s eyes were glued down to your core, licking his lips as he watched your wetness coating his cock. You moaned around his digits as HJ slid up and down your slit in a teasingly slow tempo, your voice getting whinier and needier as a result. “Guess no one’s been taking care of this pretty little pussy since we’ve been gone,” M breathed, “Just a shame. Poor bunny just wants to feel full, doesn’t she? To be used over and over again until she breaks?” He looked back at you and you started to feel hot again.

“Y-yes, please,” you whined, “please, want your cocks so bad.” You reached over and rubbed the snake between his legs. He felt so hard and heavy, and you were dying to have him use your mouth as he pleased.

Without wasting another second, HJ began pushing himself into you, bottoming out almost easily from how wet you were for him. “Still fits me like a glove” he poked as he thrusted into you. You looked down at the way he pushed in and out of you, and the room quickly filled up with the sounds of your squelches and breathy moans. M didn’t give you any time to adjust, snapping your attention back up at him as he pumped his cock over you, tapping his throbbing head over your lips. “Open.”

Obeying, you opened wide, suckling at just the tip. He felt so stiff and heavy on your tongue, and you wondered how good it would feel to have him stretching out your pussy. In all your encounters with them, you’d never taken him. Most guests had a routine, and they rarely liked going off script. M had a fascination with your mouth; he loved kissing it, fucking it, spitting in it, and forcing you to swallow all his cum. But as much as you loved it when he grabbed you by your hair and shoved you down his length, and the deep groans he’d let out when he emptied himself down your throat, your core still throbbed over the thought of riding his big and hard cock one day.

HJ held your legs open as he plowed into you, each thrust harder than the last. “Good bunny, taking our cocks so good.”

“So good,” M agreed. He was fucking into you just as hard as HJ was, satisfied with the slobbering wet mess you were becoming. He pushed himself so deep into you that you had no choice but to gag around him, forcing him to pull out and hiss at the strings of saliva connected from your wet mouth to the head of his cock. “So cute,” he hummed as he watched you gasp for air. He didn’t give you much time to breathe, however, and he grabbed another handful of your hair and pushed you back onto his length. “Such a cute little mouth…” his eyes diverted away from you again and went back down to your other point of entry. “And such a cute little pussy…get her nice and stretched out for me HJ, I want a turn too.”

Before you could even react, HJ quickened his pace until the sounds of your hips smacking echoed in the room. You plopped off M’s cock and fell back onto the sheets, your moans getting choppier as a result. “Fuck!” you whined, begging him to keep going. “Wanna cum, wanna cum, please let me cum!”

Giving into your desperate pleas, M reached over and rubbed slow circles over your clit. “Shit, you’re so fucking wet.” He had to admit, you looked absolutely ravishing, and he couldn’t stop himself from having a little taste. You watched him as he leaned over and rested his cheek on your pelvis. A gasp left your lips when you felt his wet tongue swipe over your sensitive bud.

It was too much, having them both work your cunt like this: HJ’s hard cock dragged so deep inside of you while M wrapped his plush lips around your swollen bud and sucked on it hard. It was enough to make your head spin. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, and your hands frantically grasped at the bed sheets. You felt so fuzzy from all the stimulation happening at once. You wanted to cum so badly, but you also wanted this to keep going forever, but with just a few more sucks and thrusts to your pussy, your body was finally sent to the edge, and goosebumps prickled all over your naked body as HJ pulled out and watched his seed drip out of you.

One last lick to your clit and M rose up again, taking two fingers to spread your lips apart and examine your weeping hole. Your pussy was so stretched out and swollen, and it made his cock pulsate at the sight. “Yep…Looks good enough for me.”

As HJ said before, they didn’t like wasting time. Without giving you a second to come down from your climax, M grabbed you by the waist and plopped you on top of him. You sat over his defined stomach, your wetness pooling out and dripping over his skin. He collected it with his two fingers and brought them up to your mouth, a wide smile spreading across his face when you took them in and licked them clean without hesitation.

“Taste good, don’t you?” He chuckled. You nodded in response, earning another chuckle from him. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and stroked his cock just before laying it against your wet heat. “Now ride me.”

You bit back a gasp. It was hot and throbbing against your skin, and you couldn’t believe just how big he was. His length lay all the way up your midsection, and you wondered how you’d even fit something this big inside of you. It was definitely contradicting, how badly you wanted the chance to ride him, but now presented with the opportunity, you felt a little nervous.

HJ kissed up your shoulder, your neck, and then finally just below your earlobe. “Go on bunny,” he breathed into your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand. “I know you can take him. Fuck him good for me.”

HJ laid his head on your shoulder, watching intently as you lifted your hips and lined yourself up with his tip. Soft whimpers left your mouth as you took more of him into you, and HJ couldn’t help but give a few pumps to his cock from how pretty your pussy looked as it swallowed him up.

You were midway down his shaft and unable to move any further. Your thighs were tremoring at this point, and you seriously felt like you could cum just from the stretch alone. Growing impatient, M held onto your waist and pulled you down the rest of his length. “Fuck!” You cried, grabbing onto M’s chest as you tried to adjust to his size. He was so deep inside of you now, deeper than you’ve ever had, and it felt both painful and amazing to be completely stuffed like this.

M nodded, motioning you to start moving your hips. You obeyed, carefully pumping him with your stretched-out walls.

“S-so big…” you whined. His grip on your waist tightened after feeling how tightly your walls clenched onto him. “God, so big…feels so fucking good.” You were mumbling now, too feverish to speak coherently.

You were going too slow for liking, and although he knew he should let you set the pace, he was itching to get his orgasm in and pump you full of his cum. With his hands still on your waist, M took control of you and dragged you up and down his shaft at a hurried pace.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You whaled each time he pulled you down to his hips. Your voice had gone hoarse, your throat strained from all the screaming you did as you bounced on his cock.

HJ snaked his hands around you and started twisting your nipples. He looked down at M. “How does she feel?” He asked with a sly grin.

“Fucking incredible,” M roared, “If I knew- fuck- what a tight little cocksleeve she is, I would’ve fucked her so much sooner.”

They continued to talk about you and how good you were taking them, but you were so far gone that their voices just mushed into each other and you could no longer hear what they were saying. He was fucking every working brain cell out of you until your head was empty, and before you knew it his grip on you tightened and all you could feel now was his hot cum shooting deep inside of you.

“Ah, ah…” M panted, messily thrusting into you until he couldn’t anymore. His eyes were locked on to your core,and he licked his lips as he watched his cum drip out of your swollen pussy and onto his stomach. He swiped his thumb over his stomach to collect the cum and rubbed it back onto your clit in slow circles. You shivered from the overstimulation, but HJ warmed you up with the soft kisses he pressed on your bare back and shoulders. Sensing your fatigue, M rubbed your thighs to help you relax. You looked down at him and your heart almost stopped when you realized he was looking right back at you. It was hard to tell where his glace was with the mask on his face, and you don’t think you two had ever locked eyes like this before. You desperately wanted to reach over and pull his mask off to see the face of the man who absorbed all your thoughts, of the man who just fucked you so dumb that you almost forgot how to think. You wanted to take both of their masks off and see their faces wring up in pleasure as you bounce on their cocks, but alas, you couldn’t. It was against the rules. There was no point in knowing their faces. They were predators and you were just their bunny, their little fuck bunny that they liked to trap and breed. Nothing more, nothing less.

HJ had left the room to get cleaned up, but you and M remained where you were. He helped you off and grabbed you a few tissues from the tissue box on the nightstand. “So, same time next week?” He asked. His voice was a little different now, almost as if he was nervous.

You smiled, remembering the phrases the club owner made you memorize when you first got the job. “You two are always welcome here at the Lion’s Den.”

M nodded, biting his lip quickly as if that wasn’t really the response he was looking for. Eventually, he spoke again. “I think next time, I might come alone. Is that okay?”

You paused, absorbing his seemingly secret plan. They had always come in pairs. You never thought of it just being him and you, but you couldn’t deny that the idea of it gave you butterflies. You smiled at him again, this time a real smile.

“That’s perfectly okay with me.”

#mingi smut #song mingi smut #kim hongjoong smut #hongjoong smut #ateez smut #requests

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kitnjon · 4 months ago

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Any Jonsa fics in which characterization and physical appearance of Jon is closer to Canon?

Hi,

I am assuming you mean closer to book canon? Honestly I haven't really read that many book jonsa fics. I am more of a show jonsa fan and mostly read modern AUs 😅

Few book fics I have read are post ADWD. Sharing them below -

1. The Wolves of Winter by JustAWhiteQuill

~When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.~ Beneath a wall of ice, a crow died and came back a wolf. Now, he is crowned King in the North and faced with the immense task of preparing his battered kingdom for the Long Night. Atop the lonely mountain, a little bird grew fangs and came back a wolf. Now, she is the Princess of Winterfell and taking care of the only family she thinks she has left. When news reaches them of the other still being alive, a chain of events is set in motion. Winter is coming, and with it, the darkest hour of the night. The time for wolves is here. All the while, the dragons and lions south are battling for a throne covered in fire and blood.

2. I Can't Steal You (Like You Stole Me) by @thewolvescalledmehome

Seeing the only family Sansa Stark had left to her was the only motivation keeping her astride the horse. Jon Snow is at Castle Black. He’ll protect you. It had been so long since she felt safe, felt protected. She yearned for the security of familiar arms and someone who cared for her because she was Sansa and not a Stark. The nerves she may have felt over arriving at Castle Black alone to see the half-brother she had not seen—had barely thought of—in years did not consume her, nor did she allow herself to feel disappointment that it was not Robb or a trueborn brother to save her. Only, upon her arrival, she is told of the mutiny. Then she is asked an impossible question: What would she give to have him back?

Lyric title prompt on Tumblr from the song "You" by The Pretty Reckless.

3. Beasts of Seasons by Simonetta

She had prepared her words and her actions meticulously. She hadn’t prepared to actually see him. Or, Jon and Sansa reunite and things don't go according to plan, forcing Sansa to reevaluate her identity and her loyalties and forcing Jon to come back to himself. Post-ADWD, bookverse fic. Jon and Sansa reunite on campaign to win back Winterfell.

4. The Thawing of Winter by @jade-masquerade

Sansa knew Jon married her—married Alayne—for the Vale, or maybe, because of his past, he saw her as a fellow bastard and meant to raise her up the same as his people did for him, how they chose Lord Eddard’s sole surviving son as King in the North. But when she looked at him, she saw nothing of the sort in his eyes, only a flash of desire, the way a man ought to look at his wife, before he steadied his gaze. If this was truly wrong, she wondered, then why did the gods let it feel so right?

Putting this in tag so others may add in as well.

Thanks for the ask!

#my asks #jonsa #jonsa fic #sweetalison007-blog

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gremlinmodetweeker · 4 months ago

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Soft Sighs in the Late Night, Red Eyes in the Early Morning

Very simple little story of you getting snacks for König when he works at night and learn he's being deployed. Not so sad, just a slice of life kind of work.

TWs: references to combat

Wordcount: 1.4k

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Soft Sighs in the Late Night, Red Eyes in the Early Morning

You always liked scurrying into König’s office when he was working. He didn’t often take his work home, but on the rare days he did you liked to bring him snacks and drinks while he studied the fine print of military contracts.

You creaked open the door and crept up carefully as you took in the sight of König by the yellow architect’s lamp. Placing the tray down, he paused his writing and looked up to you with a smile.

“Has it been that long already?” he chuckled as he leaned back to take a better look at you.

“Guess so,” you smiled, taking your place on the stool he left out for you and leaning on the desk.

König was always subtle in how he flipped his papers over when he put his fountain pen down. Once, you’d been offended by how he hid his work from you. Over time, you realized it was safer for him to keep his papers covered. He’d told you once of a man who’d had his wife kidnapped, and after meeting the shell she became, you decidedly left the papers unchecked.

He steepled his fingers over the pages and gave you a grin, “So, what has my little mouse been up to today?”

You sighed, “Work was hard. Aaron kept complaining about the new marketing campaign that head office has been working on. He kept going on and on about how it was stupid and nobody would ever buy into it.”

“He’s the one who is stuffy, ja?” König asked.

“He’s the one who was going on about how he bought his first home when he was twenty,” you groaned.

“Oh, that one,” König rolled his eyes, “I sometimes wonder what his Kinder think of him.”

“Last I heard he tried to send his son to some wilderness survival camp for smoking a joint with his friends,” you rubbed your temples, “I really try not to tell people how to parent their kids, but I just couldn’t let that go.”

“Did his son end up going?” König cringed.

“Thank God he didn’t,” you took a cracker from König’s snack bowl.

“Those are my snacks!” König huffed.

“Gotta pay the tax,” you munched away happily.

König grumbled as he scooched the bowl closer to him. It was a nice attempt, but you stole another cracker regardless. You only relented when you reached for a third, only for König to swat your hand away like some pesky fly.

“Rude,” you sniffed.

“The ends justify the means,” König replied dryly.

You rolled your eyes at that. König would be the type to quote Machiavelli, wouldn’t he? Sometimes you couldn’t believe him.

“Why did I ever marry you,” you rested your cheek on one hand.

“Because I’m a good provider,” König answered as he took a cracker into his long fingers, “though you do your fair share.”

“My fair share?” you scoffed, “I think I do a bit more than that!”

“You do,” König acquiesced, “but I’m still the provider.”

You decided that today wouldn’t be the day you tried to tackle König’s misogyny. You could always do that tomorrow, or the day after, or whenever it came up next.

“So, can you tell me anything about what you’re doing tonight?” you slumped down so your chin lay on the desk.

“A bit,” König smiled faintly, “it’s mostly just about an upcoming project in Serbia.”

You frowned, “You’re getting deployed soon?”

König gently brushed his hand through your hair with a faint smile, “I’m sorry, but it shouldn’t be long.”

“You always say that,” you grumbled.

“This is just a one week job. We’re protecting someone in a car convoy. It’s nothing too exciting,” König assured you, “they tell me that I probably won’t even see any action. It’ll just be a security job.”

“Can you tell me who you’re working for?” you asked hopefully.

“Nein,” König pressed a kiss to your forehead, “not until after. Then I’ll tell you everything I can.”

Of course, everything he could was always terribly limited, but that didn’t particularly matter. You were more interested in the stories of his day-to-day life than the grand plans of the powers that be.

“Do you know who’s coming with you?” you asked.

“Nikto is one,” König said, “and Askel.”

“Isn’t Askel kinda weird?” you scrunched up your face.

“Not weird,” König grimaced, “he’s just too chatty.”

“Maybe that would be good for you,” you pointed out.

“Maybe,” König shrugged, “but I like the quiet. Nikto is good; Nikto is very quiet.”

You nodded and nestled your head against his bicep, closing your eyes and taking a moment to breathe in the moment.

König brushed your hair through his fingers mindlessly. He seemed lost in thought, as he usually was before deployment. You hated the thought of coming home to an empty home for the next month, but you knew that this was just a part of dating König. You could never escape the shadow of KorTac.

“So, how long will you be gone?” you asked.

“The mission says one week, I’m thinking that it should be three,” König murmured into your hair, “it won’t be as long as the last.”

You cringed. You didn’t handle the last one well. You didn’t think you could deal with that again so soon after the last.

“I promise I’ll be safe.”

You burrowed your face into his arm.

“You always promise.”

A low chuckle.

“And I’m still here, ja?”

You sighed. He was right, he was still here. It didn’t mean you didn’t notice the new scars that decorated his body. He tried to hide them, but you always found them eventually. Thankfully, he didn’t tell you how he got them. Well, not unless they were funny.

“So, no Horangi to set you on fire again?” you giggled.

“No,” König let out a long sigh, “thank God for that. My ass still hurts thinking about it.”

You laughed and hugged him close, getting in all the love you could before he left.

“Will you be leaving soon?” you whispered into the dark cotton sleeve.

“Soon,” König admitted, “I’ll be leaving soon. Most likely in a month.”

“Promise me you’ll be okay.”

“I’m always okay,” König laughed.

“Please,” you insisted.

“Then I promise, little Maus,” König kissed you gently, “I will be okay.”

You held him close a little longer, not wanting to let the moment go. König let you, knowing full well it was all you had to hold onto until he came back home. He hated leaving. He hated it every time. But if it was to keep you safe, to keep a roof over your head and food on the table, he’d do it a thousand times. You were worth every scar upon his body just to see you sleeping safe in bed when he’d come back home.

Konig Dump

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ilanarose7 · 8 months ago

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Some morning-after thoughts following C3E94!

SPOILERS BELOW!!

Starting from the top of the episode: Ashton's low-charisma flirting is so adorable, and I think that's part of why Fearne gets so flustered. She's used to the strong, abrasive attitude they usually put forward, so seeing this side of Ashton (if I were to take a guess) is part of the reason she gets so nervous about what to say back. That, paired with what Ashley said on 4SD ages ago that these kinds of feelings are new for her just makes for some adorably awkward flirting.

Next up: Daddy Zathuda (thank you Dani Carr for the nickname). My running theory is that he's trying to find a way to make her Exhalt for her to become the vessel so he can betray Ludinus. He learned via last night's test that nearly killing her doesn't make it happen, but clocked the protectiveness of her relationship with her found family (namely Orym last night). Test #2 will probably be more like what happened with the first Otohan fight.

Skipping ahead a bit, can we talk about the converging of 3 campaigns into one tent?! We haven't had this much overlap in a designated area since the Malleus Key Solstice event! Keyleth, Essek (in disguise), Taldorei council members, and our very own Bells Hells all talking to each other in one war tent! This is slightly reaffirming my opinions that this campaign is essentially Exandria: Endgame but I am here for it!

Last but most certainly not least, ASTRID BECK!!!! Hiding at Chastity's Nook of all places!! "Bren sends his regards" Essek you are amazing! I'm sooooo excited to see what happens next episode. Also crossing my fingers that we take a trip to visit Pumat Sol to stock up before heading out. I miss the Furbolg voice

Last night had a little bit of everything in it (including the world's fastest shopping/cleaning session) and I loved it! Also, big fan of Beacon and CR Cooldown was great to watch afterwards! Beacon live Discord chat is 10000% better than Twitch chat

#critical role #cr spoilers #bells hells #c3e94 #i loved this episode so much

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tearofisha · 8 months ago

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Aelinor Llacharni. (Later Fatereader) The Self-Exiled Seer.

Personality: Outwardly, Aelinor is the perfect stereotype of a Farseer, calm, even and an ocean of tranquillity in a universe of madness and unpredictability. Inwardly however, she harbours doubts about her skill, place, worth and personhood that she would never speak out loud. Below the training and veneer of professionalism is a curious person still at the start of their life, she is witty and observant and kind and secretly affectionate- all traits that a Farseer from Craftworld Ulthwé is best thought to hide from the world. But with time and travel, glimmers of who she really is, and what she really wants, begin to show.

Physical traits: 6'11. Demisexual. Green eyes, pale skin that is dotted by freckles in warmer weather. Tall, slim, athletic, and a better swordsman than she gives herself credit for. Long, auburn hair that would touch her back if she ever wore it outside of the high ponytail she usually keeps it in.

Biography. (In brief.)

The last daughter of a minor Ulthwéan house, Aelinor Llacharni is a person of irritatingly average influence and talent. Too noble for a civilian life but too unimportant for politics. Too talented with the runes for battlefield command but too inexperienced for any influence on the Seer Council. Too cautious for any decisive action, but too undisciplined for more responsibility.

And so the life of Aelinor was one of little consequence. Days and nights were spent in the Dome of Crystal Seers, debating the best future of Ulthwé in her prophetic visions that would ultimately be ignored and fighting minor military campaigns that were below the attention of Eldrad Ulthran and Farseer Taldeer.

Until one day, a streak of recklessness took her, and she left Ulthwé to see the universe. Travelling first with former Head Ranger Rishaeron Wayfinder, and now by herself, she seeks to learn about the universe and herself along the way.

Allies:

Eldrin Shadewalker, an old guide, mentor and confidant that fought by her side and protected her often at the cost of his own body.

Rishaeron Wayfinder, friend, teaching her to survive outside the Craftworld, travelling companion, co-adoptee-gyrinx-carers of Virtute.

Nenime Arenan, first met as part of a lost ritual duel, the dashing Corsair Princess is a source of aspiration for the Farseer. In the Iyabresili, Aelinor sees the freedom, excitement and independence that she always wished she had herself.

#aelinor #ooh look im tagging #muse tag

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jus-a-lil-mouse · 1 year ago

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In the small sleepy town of Roswell, Illinois, lights flicker off as the day comes to a quiet end. And yet - a hero arrives to save us all. A guardian angel begins her fight against a formidable adversary. A wayward son finally returns home. A grocery store owner takes a final inventory before closing shop. And a young vagabond prepares to reconnect with friend and foe alike. And above them all, high up in the clear Illinois night, inhuman lights begin flickering on.

A small companion piece to @this-is-z-art-blog ‘s Ectober2023 piece for Oct 6! More information/character details below.

Valliant: Valerie’s character! I picture her weapons being discs with a sharp blade on the edge, and she can use them for melee attacks or “throw” them for ranged ones. They come back to her when thrown, unless they are caught or get stuck in something. She is the Chosen of a group called the Red Hunters, who protect the world from alien invasion. And definitely DON’T secretly intend to take over the world using fear rhetoric/anti-alien propaganda.

Simcha: Sam’s character! ‘Simcha’ (meaning ‘joy’) is Z’s headcanon for Sam’s Hebrew name, and the character is a Jewish angel. Driven towards and created for a singular purpose, her mission is to hunt the Red Hunters and stop them from taking over. However, she doesn’t want to harm their Chosen, believing that there is still time to dissuade her from this path.

Trey: Tucker’s character! A handsome man with a mysterious past. Except for his childhood - that was spent here, in Roswell, where he grew up with his best friend Donnie. When Trey left after high school to try and discover the origin and mysteries of the lights above town, he stayed in touch only with his dear friend. And when things in Roswell started getting weird, Donnie called him home again.

Donnie: Danny’s character! A local man. The owner of the town’s grocery store and a friend to all, Donnie grew up here and plans to stay here all his life. Like most people, he claims the lights are stars and airplanes, and focuses on living his normal life. Eventually he can’t ignore the strange, extraterrestrial happenings - especially after nearly being abducted - and when things start getting even weirder? He knows exactly who to call.

Dahlia: Danielle’s character! A wandering lone wolf-type person, they’ve been adventuring all across the continent. Sometimes taking seasonal jobs for a bit of cash - and sometimes just taking what they need - they do what they can to help people. A dear friend of Valliant, and a former apprentice of Trey’s, they can’t wait to get to Roswell and meet up with two of their favorite people for a good alien-blasting.

Jazz: Is GMing! Swiftly deciding this was NOT the group to run a ghostly game for, she pivoted to aliens, knowing that Danny would enjoy the outer space of it all. Her younger brother and his friends are all teens with Problems, and this is the closest she can get to taking them to therapy. Her campaign involves the group slowly learning that aliens aren’t dangerous, but quite friendly and curious, and needing to go against the Powers That Be to aid them.

#danny phantom #dp #ectober 2023 #ectoberhaunt23 #monster of the week #motw #motw x dp #character sheets #valliant the chosen #simcha the divine #trey the expert #donnie the mundane #dahlia the spell-slinger #jazz the gm #mouse squeaks

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everybodyloveshippos · 1 year ago

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Valentine's outfits throughout the campaign! (at least the ones that mattered)

It's fun to see the progression of the look/outfits for each arc/their bangs lol. which flavour of Weird Cleric is your favourite?

each arc/fit listed below:

original robes

night at the opera

frilly nightgown for a midnight mindflayer chase

the cassalanter ball

did we mention it's a masquerade?

cloak of protection + this masquerade is also a cult gathering

there is a sinister plague happening. good thing valentine already has a creepy plague doctor mask. what? they work in a hospice!

(the cooler valentine) road trip to cormyr. valentine learns to wield a sword. valentine borrows hawkwood's poet shirt.

new darker robes. longer bangs. ioun stone. cursed dagger.

ice wind dale

astral sea

blood throne of bhaal

dinner with the kilval Family

silvery moon gala

brunch fit. borrowed some pyjamas after the gala

BONUS

#cleric #dnd #dungeons and dragons #clare's art #angel #fantasy character #character design #valentines hair length and volume changes depending on what i need from the drawing hfjsdkzhg

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queereads-bracket · 4 months ago

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Queer Fantasy Books Bracket: Preliminary Round

Book summaries below:

The Dawnhounds by Sascha Stronach (The Endsong series)

A police officer is murdered, brought back to life with a mysterious new power, and tasked with protecting her city from an insidious evil threatening to destroy it. The port city of Hainak is alive: its buildings, its fashion, even its weapons. But, after a devastating war and a sweeping biotech revolution, all its inhabitants want is peace, no one more so than Yat Jyn-Hok a reformed-thief-turned-cop who patrols the streets at night. Yat has recently been demoted on the force due to “lifestyle choices” after being caught at a gay club. She’s barely holding it together, haunted by memories of a lover who vanished and voices that float in and out of her head like radio signals. When she stumbles across a dead body on her patrol, two fellow officers gruesomely murder her and dump her into the harbor. Unfortunately for them, she wakes up. Resurrected by an ancient power, she finds herself with the new ability to manipulate life force. Quickly falling in with the pirate crew who has found her, she must race against time to stop a plague from being unleashed by the evil that has taken root in Hainak. Fantasy, science fiction, adult, Maori-inspired

One Stormy Day in New Providence by E. Jade Lomax and K. Sundberg

An heiress, a diplomat’s daughter, an undercover auditor, a corporate spy, an ex-detective, and a fraud walk into the small field office of a major insulation corporation. Half are there under their proper names. Only one is there to do the job they were hired for. The punchline is friendship. The selfsame cast could also be described as five liars and one truth-teller; four on-the-clock employees and two interlopers; or a thief, three people trying to solve the same conspiracy from different angles, an ex-boyfriend, and a woman who desperately deserves a nap. They are a single mom (and grandma!), a PhD candidate, the victim of a coercion campaign, a veritable genius with debilitating attention and anxiety disorders, a man trying very hard not to be in love, and a young woman who packs her girlfriend PB&J’s every day because it’s the only thing she can reliably make edible. When a magical storm falls over the city– a storm that freezes not the flesh from your bones, but fries the circuits in your brain– our crew of technicians and tricksters must set out to fix all that’s gone wrong. Fantasy, urban fantasy, mystery

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klypsolworks · 2 months ago

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New Oc!!! <3

Ok this is very different from what I normally post but, I needed to share this thing. This little guy came to me last night while I was on the verge of passing out.

Warning: kinda gross character concept

Behold My Child: HEMOGLOBIN THE BLOOD GOBLIN! (not actually a goblin)

Gonna be using this guy in a fantasy setting. Something similar to DnD. Might even try to sneak him into a campaign.

A bit of lore below the cut

It's a sentient creature made entirely of the reanimated blood and organs from various creatures including animals, monsters, and at least one human. Likely the result of a necromancer's spell going horribly wrong. Its body behaves similar to a slime creature, being very malleable and able to take many shapes. The darker clumps on its body are hardened blood, which it uses for protection and stability when it moves. It can clump up any of its blood at will as well as crystalize its blood to use as a sharp weapon.

Hemoglobin was given its name by a random adventurer. This person discovered the thing sleeping in the forest their party set up camp in. Enticed by food and a new friend, Hemoglobin happily joined the team as a sort of pet.

I plan on doing a lot more with this thing in the future, so I'll add more lore when I post another drawing. (praying the artblock doesn't come back)

#oc #oc art #my art #art #new character #fake blood #tw body horror #I don't really know how else to tag this #I know nobody else cares about this thing #but I love it so much #I needed to share it

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fallingapart2dream · 2 months ago

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It's been so long and I'm dying to share something I recently wrote. Just few of my own opinions and words. This prose is never directed to spread hate and is just a debate against the motion of the topic I was given randomly so I thought to write and share.

'Men’s And Their Obsession Over Proving That Feminism Is Overrated And Should Not Exist'

Feminism, a word that comes from the French word féminisme and is now used worldwide in aspect to support economic, personal, and social equality among the genders. Now that we have attained the basic terminology to avoid disagreements in my words by the people who had gaslighted their little minds to believe that feminism disregards the rights of other genders, I would love to begin.

An anti-feminist tried to convince me that men are stronger. I told him that’s right, men’s are stronger especially in holding onto outdated ideas.

Decades are floating by like cumulus clouds in the sky yet I’m very ashamed to say that one specific gender has failed to develop and coordinate their perspective of females in a way other than degradation or misogyny. Whether it is ogling or eyeballing the women in skirts then making sexist jokes behind their back which they justify by calling it dark humor or being openly demeaning towards the women of society, men’s never fail to let us know the vile and utterly disgusting mindset they have towards the opposite gender.

The sheer audacity of males to claim feminism as unnecessary when just a moment later they go on social media to leave downgrading jokes on a women’s anatomy is downright laughable. All these centuries women’s fight for their rights and support campaigns just to come home to their son harassing girls online and making wretched and nauseating comments about girls his age.

Is that what we have evolved to after years of education and awareness? You say we don’t need feminism yet every women carry at least one weapon while going out on jobs or wherever. Men’s say we need them for our protection but answer me, protection from who? Exactly, men’s are the one creating a terrifying environment for women then they claim to be the one who will protect us. How outrageously ironic!

The rising harassment cases, domestic violence on women, less salary than the males working in same department and whatnot reasons are present that points towards the need of feminism yet they cannot come out of their little hateful world to acknowledge the truth and add to the support. We lecture our girls to not wander at night, not wear short clothes but why don’t we raise our voices on boys who whistle when a girl walks by or give them a tight slap when they make horrid comments about her clothes? Do we go blind or do we go deaf when such things happen? If not so then why don’t those men tell us if they have ever tried to restrict other guys or their sons like they restrict women’s. That’s right, they can’t because everyone knows the truth.

To all those anti-feminist who asks women to cover up to avoid harassment, I demand, WHO ARE YOU? and HOW DARE YOU? to tell us what we should wear or not. Maybe if they tried to grow some brain, pick their mind from gutter and learn to keep their filthy hands to themselves than girls don’t have to feel so unsafe while walking to home at night.

Every male who argues that feminism isn’t needed because women’s are placed below men and according to how the nature works they are just made to breed and they should do what nature has made them to do, I would love to enhance their knowledge about nature. When a male praying mantis mates with a female there are several cases when the female mantis bites the male mantis’s head off. Female anacondas also many times eat their males after mating because it provides them with nutrients. If women should go according to nature just like those anti-feminist says then they should also not question it if one day females decide to cook their husband or bite his head off. Look how ridiculous it sounds, just like the justification a misogynist provide for his/her actions.

If we look at the data available then we will come to realize how big of a role feminism has played in our society to help women. To disregard it is no better than fighting against women’s rights. The only right way to end my words here is by calmly and generously asking the male gender to acknowledge the efforts and benefit of feminism rather than stubbornly sticking to their hateful personality like a toddler.

#feminism #women empowerment #prose #female rage #spilled words #my thoughts #strong opinions #my words #just girly thoughts #late night thoughts #Spotify #young feminist #feminine urge #feminine rage #spilled thoughts

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jellisdraws · 2 years ago

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The Fall of Throm Zar

Throm Zar was not the largest of the cities built by the Veilborn. But it was first. Before Septarchs, before Veilborn were the dominant faces of Asterta. Throm Zar, built in a place too arid and dry for any but those gifted in the incredible command of magic that the Veilborn had.

In the years since the Sundering began, and the Betrayer began this campaign of genocide, more and more people have flocked to Throm Zar. Seeking guidance, seeking assurance, protection, resources.

Whole nations have been shattered in your conflict with the Betrayer. You started in the wake of the Fallen Entity, you gathered all the arcane might you could muster. You sent legions of Warforged to slow them, your future- your eternity, now bent on killing your past. You unleashed coruscating waves of fire, frost, great storms, beasts, even the power of the planes themselves. And all you bought was time, at the cost of every land you called home, and the very people you swore to defend and uplift.

Rumors say the Betrayer had found allies now. Seven of them. An irony that has not escaped some of you. They kill and destroy all your monuments, all your great works, all of your peoples. Death follows them, and none more than the Betrayer himself. Any attempt at parlay has been rebuffed, asking for reasoning is out of the question. What reasoning could there be to justify the deaths of 300,000 brothers and sisters. What insanity would quiet 300,000 minds, all of whom could feel the death knell of the others? What justification could be made for this violence? What can stop them?

The scene before you reminds you that the Sundering as people have begun to call it, is not one event. It’s many. The dangers and problems abound, aftershocks from the implacable foe that hunts your blood and commits genocide against your people.

Ash and smoke choke the air over the spires and rooftops and floating gardens of Throm Zar. The sky is a burned red. A purple wound ripples in the air above the city, an open gaping gash in reality, it’s tattered edges crumbling open further and further as the wound grows. Within, something writhes. It’s pressing outwards, spilling, like malignant blood into the streets below. It’s all too familiar to the night it all began. With one difference. This time you’re going to stop it.

Author Note: This is the opening to a session I ran a few months ago. In this campaign, the Eldritch Soul Campaign, my players have two characters. A high level group from far in the past, whose memories live in the bodies of their primary characters. In this way, they are both experiencing and creating the history that effects their current troubles and circumstances. Being able to tell stories within stories and find places to allow the narrative of my games to shift between timelines or away from the main heroes to provide my players a broader and deeper understanding of what’s happening in the world and the far reaching effects that have reached them has been an incredible challenge but also an incredible boon to the way this game has been played. My players have created circumstances in one shot games that connect to the main plotline- that their characters rediscover in the main plot. The effects of what the Septarchs have done resonate in the world 1000+ years later. It’s like… deconstructing a mystery from both ends. I’m going to try to post more like this soon.

#fantasy art #awhellstothejoe #my writing #writing #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #homebrew #cosmic horror #eldritch soul campaign #DM #dungeon master writings #I need to remember that I am a writer #even if most of my writing is done in service of the game.#dnd writing #introductions #the Septarchs of the Veilborn #it speaks

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infamousbrad · 2 months ago

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I Voted

I voted Monday morning the week before the election (Halloween week, as you can see from the selfie), Got there 10 minutes before the polls opened, got out 50 minutes later, no troubles except my usual complaint about mediocre disability accommodation.

I meant to vote 6-7 days ago. As soon as I made up my mind to do so, my anxiety disorder reared up, hard; I haven't slept more than 3 hours at a stretch for over a week. My nervous system is doing everything it can to keep me from leaving the apartment at all.

Some of this happens every year the first time it drops below 35F at night and stays that way until well after the last time in the spring. I have a nearly lifelong phobia of freezing temperatures. But this year is worse.

Almost every election day I bribe myself to vote by hitting the breakfast restaurant closest to the polling place, treating myself to a nice big breakfast that I don't have to cook or clean up after. This time my early-voting location was a city library branch a couple miles north of here. The bus route between us is reliable and frequent, and almost half the old diesel buses have been replaced quieter, better smelling, more reliable electrics and got me there fine.

Before voting, I was having a nice breakfast in a kinda-hipster restaurant neighborhood that's very popular with the nearest university, lots of kids between classes having a nice brunch. The street between us has finally had its final redesign announced with construction starting next year; by the next election, thanks to our progressive-majority city council and nominally progressive mayor, we'll have a roughly 8 mile protected bike lane with bump-outs at every intersection to stop speeders from speeding in the parking lane, the number one source of pedestrian and cyclist fatalities in that stretch.

Yeah, the parties are both trying to fill me with dread but I haven't seen or heard a single campaign ad from either party in years; I don't listen to broadcasts and uBlock Origin is that good.

So why the ambient dread? Why the thrice-nightly nightmares? Why does it feel like a friend of mine used to describe the movie Cabaret: "long, dull, and full of nazis"?

I thought about it over breakfast and while walking from there to the polls, and my only guess is that it's because of what didn't happen after January 20th, 2021. There's nothing new about the center right party in the US being taken over by crazies who drove it off of a cliff. That's why the original Democratic Party is still here but the center-right party is on its third name. But all three times before, when the treason was revealed, there was so much revulsion that most of the traitors were primaried by moderates, when the moderates and surviving crazies ran in the general they were trounced as the suddenly horrified voters and eventually most of the moderates defected to the Democratic Party for at least an election cycle or two.

What horrifies me is that January 6th, 2021 wasn't a bridge too far. That they looked away, that they erased it from their memories, that they justified it and they're not shy at all why: no matter how awful the revived America First movement is, no matter how increasingly overtly fascist it is again? They hate the Democrats that much more than they hate the nazis.

Which whether they win or lose is still a problem. It's like the analogy of the pizza party: three of your friends vote for ham, you and one other friend vote for sausage, and two of your friends vote to kill and eat you personally. No matter how that vote turned out, you have a problem!

Like that Carsie Blanton song I reblogged a month or so ago said. In pursuit of energizing their base with fear, political consultants have persuaded our country that there are only two kinds of Americans. Not two kinds of politicians, not two kinds of parties, but two kinds of Americans: dumb whiny rednecks with tiny dicks in the exurbs and remaining rural towns, and ugly nasty commie bitches in the cities and inner ring suburbs, and the two tribes are at war, and whether you like it or not, you're one or the other.

Gods, I wish the culture war would end. We have bigger fish to fry and that more urgently, no time left to fight each other. And I know I'm not the only one being driven literally crazy by it.

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possiblyeldritch · 2 months ago

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Hrnnngg, I really need to talk about why I love playing DnD with my friends and why I love their characters.

Rambling below the cut. It’s long.

SO,

My friends and I have been playing the same DnD campaign for about two and a half years now and I absolutely love their characters. It’s something I’ve said to them multiple times but I don’t think I’ve ever truly expressed just how much I love these funky little guys.

Obviously, when the campaign started, the characters weren’t that fleshed out and half our party was new to DnD, so my best friend (another player) and I had to teach them, but it didn’t take long.

Their characters were kind of generic at the start, I’ll admit, but through guidance from their resident author (me) and through roleplaying/slow progression, their characters grew to feel like real people who reacted to world in a very real way.

Let’s start with Isaac. Isaac is a human sorcerer played by a friend who was new to the game. Isaac was the only full spell caster in the party. Isaac started the campaign with no backstory to speak of and his personality was just the generic grumpy character. However, as time progressed and I talked with Isaac’s player more, we were able to create a real backstory for him, and it was one that helped to put his personally into a realistic context.

> Isaac was a slave, sold off to flesh traders by his birth parents. He killed his captors and escaped from them during a thunderstorm one night while aboard a ship. The storm awakened him to his sorcerer blood and allowed him to destroy the ship through the storm magic he carried (this also ties into the main plot of our campaign because the villain was the god of storms).

> The impact of Isaac being a slave carried into his adult life, aka, his personality during the campaign. One of Isaac’s main traits that was originally played for laughs was that fact that he was a mean, distrustful, drunk. He spent most of his money on alcohol and he was generally rude to everyone. It wasn’t until many sessions later (and some character progression) that Isaac finally told the party about his time as a slave and showed them the scars that covered his back. Suddenly, he wasn’t just a generic angry drunk, instead he was a man who was hurt and struggles to trust people. But he would begin to trust others and that would lead him to becoming kinder (although begrudgingly).

In order to get full context for Isaac, I need to talk about Zulton, the one person in the party who proved himself trustworthy enough to make the sorcerer open up and allow himself to heal. That character is Zulton.

Zulton is played by my best friend. Zulton is a Minotaur paladin. Zulton is best described as a big sweetheart who genuinely wants to help people. He was not a simple, generic character in the first session, his player came prepared with a backstory that would shock the other characters when it was revealed.

> Zulton was orphaned at a very young age and was taken in by a pair of adoptive parents who raised him in an unnamed village somewhere near a forest. Zulton grew up learning how to hunt animals and track prey. It would be during one of these hunting expeditions that he would meet a man that would change his life.

> Zulton became quick friends with the man and the two began hunting together. The man would gain Zulton’s trust and that would be the downfall. The man manipulated Zulton into thinking he was good when in reality, the man was a werewolf who wanted nothing more than to make the people of Zulton’s home into his prey. Everyone Zulton ever knew would be killed by the man, and he would be left as the only survivor.

> I mentioned that Zulton was a sweetheart and that he was a paladin, but what I failed to mention is that he is a Paladin who swore an oath of vengeance against the man who killed his family. Zulton is a kind person because he has seen the evil of the world and he wants to protect others from it, but underneath the hopeful mask he wears, he is a horribly broken man filled with a boiling hatred for the man who killed his family.

But Zulton only brought up his backstory once with the party and he did it to help Isaac. Zulton may be someone fueled by rage, but he is still a good person. He wants to help and he wants to make the world a better place because he knows just how much it can suck. It’s his persistent kindness and genuine love for others that helped him finally crack through Isaac’s hard exterior and make the sorcerer confide in Zulton.

The dynamic of the party is always interesting to me because the characters feels so real, and my friends and I have often agreed that the party has the same energy as a bunch of coworkers. But, when we talk about Isaac and Zulton specifically, we all agree that those two are genuine friends and that’s because of how they treat each other and respect one another.

Now let’s talk about Raymond. He is played by my brother. Raymond is a halfling fighter. Raymond is an agent of chaos. Raymond is a cryptid. Raymond may or may not be a trickster deity who just wants to have some fun.

Raymond has no real backstory to speak of, and that may sound like he’d be a boring character to some, but not to us. Raymond’s lack of a backstory is what makes him interesting, that, and the way my brother chooses to play him.

Raymond likes to have fun and collect woodland animals as pets. Raymond likes to play pranks. Raymond likes to be someone who tags along with the party whether they (Isaac) like it or not.

He is persistent. He is strong. He is crafty. And he is a walking mystery. Raymond likes to randomly talk about little bits of his past during party interactions but then refuse to elaborate, causing chaos amongst the party and making them wonder more and more what this little man is exactly.

Because he is played as a mysterious, almost cryptid like man who just likes doing things for the hell of it, Raymond very quickly became the comedic heart of the party. This love of being a prankster and general nuisance cause Isaac to take a disliking to Raymond resulting in a friendly rivalry that usually helped bring the party close together.

Finally, the character who was a later addition to the party: Veda. Veda is a satyr ranger. Veda is from the Feywild. Veda is a pothead. Veda is the woman out of place in this story.

> Veda’s backstory is simple. She was a nuisance in the feywild, partying too hard and causing to many problems. So, she was booted out until she could learn to behave. This led to Veda meeting Raymond and him claiming her as one of his many pets, refusing to acknowledge that she was not a goat but instead a person.

Veda was introduced to the party as a newcomer, someone who’d never seen the world before or who understood the conflict the party was involved with. She was the perfect way for me to give more exposition about the world while also fitting nicely into the party as the last missing piece to make the dynamic whole.

Veda was a kind person who didn’t understand why the party would sometimes jump to violence to solve a problem and this created conflict. She always wanted to talk things out and find alternative solutions, which were often supported by Zulton, the unofficial voice of the party.

But she would soon have to accept that the main antagonists were not of the negotiating sort. They wanted violence and death, so she had no choice but to follow the party’s lead and handle things with violence. This resolution of violence actually broke Veda’s original character of being a carefree, flirty fun loving girl. She became someone who had her original worldview, forged of privilege, shattered. She did not experience the tragedy of Isaac and Zulton, nor did she have the almost uncanny knowledge and desires of Raymond. She was a person who grew up with privilege and was then forced to face the world as it was.

This break in her character changed her as a person. She suddenly became more thoughtful, down to earth, reasonable and mature. But even though she lost her rose colored world, she didn’t let it hurt her basics. She was still kind. She was still good. The world beat her down but she still stood up and assessed the wounds of others before her own.

Part of the reason she was able to keep her hope and her kindness is because she had the help of Zulton and a recovering Isaac to hold her in reality and remind her why they fought with the people she had wanted to talk down.

Veda was a good person who wanted good things for others even if she often felt powerless to help.

The core of why I love these characters and why I struggle so much to explain it is because these silly guys, played by my friends, are genuinely well made characters. They aren’t perfect. They aren’t Mary Sues or cardboard cutouts. They are real, nuanced people who experience struggles, happiness, conflict with the world, conflict with each other, and conflict with themselves. They are people who have all experienced hurt and betrayal, but it was through opening up to each other and finding others like themselves that they were able to get better together. We often joke about their dynamic being that of coworkers, but genuinely, I believe they are a found family. They are unlikely friends who found each other through circumstances that would change their lives.

They are not perfect, but they are good people who were hurt and who believe no one else should have to experience avoidable misery. They want to be a force of good, despite everything that has hurt them and tried to push them down a darker path.

I love this party because they are little pieces of my friends. They are pieces of their beliefs, their personalities, their personal histories, their emotions, and of their own insecurities.

I love these characters, because they ARE my friends, and through our funny sessions of fighting evil and role play, I think we were all able to open up to and help each other, whether we realized it or not.

#lisle talks #writer #dnd

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randomfoggytiger · 2 years ago

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X-Files Collector's Edition: The X-File That Started It All

In the wake of the 30th Anniversary, I combed through my fic pile and pulled up some fics dealing with the Pilot. (Don't worry about the AUs-- I'll stick them in another list later for the fun of it.)

Loose chronological order below~

Melymbrosia's Untold

""Double-blinds, triple-blinds, codes instead of names, codes instead of the details of procedures or drugs. Dr. Charne-Sayre has assured her bosses that the lab assistants will have no idea what projects and experiments produced the blood tests and organic compounds they're analyzing, and that this will not, in fact, even seem strange to them. The old men ask if it can't all be done by computer instead; they have what Bonita Charne-Sayre privately considers a charmingly naive faith in computer security, possibly because they think of it as half magic and half obfuscation. No, she says, and again no, and finally they give in. Medical research, it seems, requires a larger budget and a more select staff than mere conspiracy.""

The horrendous experiences of the Pilot abductees.

@discordantwords‘s (Ao3) Cataplexy

""It took him a moment to realize that he was awake, that he could move, and he did so in a rush, sitting up and shucking off of the blankets. His heart thudded in his chest. He lifted one hand and then the other, clenched his fist, looked at his fingers.

Across the room, in the second bed, his father mumbled something in his sleep, turned over, began to snore.""

Billy Miles's dad hopes his son will snap out of it, willingly covering up all evidence to protect his son.

zulu's First Sight

""She remembered that there was at least one agent who pursued unusual cases. She'd heard about him from...whom? Tom Colton, in their last year at the Academy. He'd told her about the agent who chased unexplained phenomena the way the rest of them tracked drug shipments and illegal weapons.

"He's a real ghostbuster, apparently," Tom had said, laughing. A group had gathered around him, ready to hear the sort of case study their instructors didn't see fit to assign to them officially. "They say he's rather--spooky. Spooky Mulder, chasing after aliens with a badge and a gun. You know you've gone bonkers when, you know what I mean?"

Dana smiled with the others, but the idea intrigued her. "And they let him?" she asked.

"The way I hear it, it's the only way they can keep him happy enough to do their V.C.U. profiling for them." Tom snorted. "They say his profile caught Monty Props almost single-handedly.""

Scully's boredom is eased with her thrilling new assignment to the notorious Fox Mulder. Although Melissa is her only familial support, she tries not to let it dampen her spirits-- as yet unaware that Mulder is on a campaign to figure out who she is and why they were partnered.

Maidenjedi’s Ab Initio

""Stuck. He was stuck in an elevator at the Hoover Building after 6pm on a Friday night....

On a Friday night.

Mulder sat down and started fishing in his pocket for sunflower seeds. Of course there weren't any, he never had them in his pants pockets. It was a crazy habit anyway.

Somewhere right now, guys his age were picking up chicks at bars. Or maybe they were married and having kids.

Mulder? He was chasing demons and ghosts from a basement. They called him Spooky for a reason.

The elevator starting moving an hour later and Mulder went home.

To nobody.""

Mulder is a lonely, paranoid man: friendly only to Reggie Perdue, and suspicious of anyone else at the FBI. TLG slip him information about Bellefleur; but he is a little more intrigued at his first glimpse of Dana Scully.

Surajtare’s Fragments in Time

Chapter 1

""Over the next few days, Mulder set his investigative skills to find out whatever he could about this Dana Scully. Her credentials made him uneasy: undergraduate degree in physics, M.D., "Einstein's Twin Paradox: A New Interpretation."

In Mulder's head the people of the world were divided in two: word people and number people. Word people saw stories everywhere. Number people saw equations. Mulder was a word person through and through. He never trusted number people; they usually had an obsessive need to quantify everything. Scully was definitely that kind, a person who could never understand the X files. The mere thought of a partner like that was exasperating.

Then, on March, he got a call from Reggie, his former ASAC at Violent Crimes.""

Mulder finds out about his assigned partner through the grapevine, immediately assuming she's been hand-picked to be "his type." He's mildly surprised at Blevins's pick.

Chapter 2

""So, how do you like the X Files so far?" he asked her, a little teasingly.

"They're interesting. They are!" she added when he saw his skeptical look.

"Well, this is an interesting first case," Mulder said, sitting back in the chair and stretching his legs. He couldn't fight the smile anymore and she reciprocated, briefly.

"Do you really think aliens have something to do with all this?" she demanded, growing serious.

"I don't know," he admitted, "but I can't find any better explanation."

"We haven't found any explanation, so far," she said.

Mulder soothes Scully after her embarrassment over the mosquito bites, admitting he'd had first-case paranoia, too. Scully admits she's fascinated by the case overall; and their conversation slowly turns to why he's so devoted to the X-Files.

Lara Means’s (Ao3) The View From the Outer Office (Ao3)

""Today it's just one agent -- Agent Mulder. He doesn't come up here much, and his name doesn't come up very often in Mr. Skinner's day-to-day work -- mostly Section Chief Blevins supervises him. But today he's waiting for the Assistant Director. And he looks nervous.

His knee is bouncing pretty steadily, and he's chewing on a fingernail. He keeps glancing over at me like I'd disappear if he didn't. When he catches my eye he smiles a nervous little half-smile, which I return before I go back to my work.

He clears his throat and I look up. "Um... I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name."

You didn't forget it, Agent, you never asked. "Kimberly.""

Mulder tries to get information out of secretary Kim, too impatient to wait for A.D. Skinner any longer.

Athene's Dana Scully's Senior Thesis

""She was accepted at Johns Hopkins University College of Medicine up in Baltimore, and graduated with the President's Medal in 1988," Frohike continued. He stared at a photo in his hand, one Mulder couldn't quite see. There was a little smile on his face, and a hint of admiration in his voice as he continued. "After being recruited by the FBI under a grant-with-stipend issued by the Critical Position Acquisition program at Quantico, she did a two year residency in clinical pathology at Hopkins. When she finished-"

"Let me guess," Mulder interrupted, a sneer in his voice, "she was at the top of her class."

Byers took up the narrative, his voice calm, ignoring Mulder's interruption with the ease of long practice.""

Mulder, enraged about being partnered, gets TLG to dig up information on one Dana Scully (who he believes is a plant set up to get him into an HR harassment claim.) His thoughts turn soft when he sees her honest eyes.

@spookytheory's Fire, But Better

""First ring of fire: cleared. Blevins seemed content. The strange man in the corner seemed non-plussed. Both fit her preconceived notions of what FBI higher-ups were like. Old, stand-offish, starchy, and, dare she say, predictable? Dana is used to bland men: soulless nurses and aides who seemed to give life and hope to patients from their own personal stores. Some salt-and-pepper doctors were exceptions. Her heart clenches as her mind whispers the name Daniel.

She shakes it off with a roll of her shoulders. I chose this.

She lets this assurance distill into confidence and begins walking down the hall, smiling and nodding at her new co-workers. They blatantly ignore her.""

Scully is trying to shake off her past-- and its mistakes-- by seeking a new change in this assignment. Still, it echoes her heel taps all the way down to the basement.

Madeline Partous's (Annex) Pilot, The 01

""His castle. His domain. He knew that many people saw his exile to the basement as a demotion, a source of shame, but he'd considered it a new lease on life, the compensation for the dues he'd paid.

He'd been the golden boy, and it had earned him a measure of freedom. Now he planned to exploit it for all it was worth, despite the fact that he knew it would condemn him to ridicule and obscurity in the end.""

Mulder covers his extreme surprise and intrigue with sarcasm, finding himself immediately drawn to Dana Scully: New Recruit.

@i-gaze-at-scully’s (Ao3) She's a medical doctor

""Einstein.

His new partner literally took on Einstein.

“A New Interpretation.” Polite way to say actually, you’re wrong. Here’s why.""

AUish-- Mulder is mad that he is forced to have a new partner; and decides that he hates doe-eyed, green Dana Scully.

Beshter/Publius's Seasons: First

Chapter 3

""Dana Scully," she passed over her badge to the pleasant woman behind the ticket counter, stifling her own yawn, yearning for the coffee she could smell coming from some mysterious corner of the airport. Why 8 AM, she silently complained? She hadn't seen Fox Mulder. She half expected he would come last minute, tumbling to the gate, tie rumpled and dark hair scattered, as he'd grant her an unapologetic smile. She doubted he was really used to having to do anything on time for anyone, or at least not for a partner. From what she had gathered from his personnel file it had been a few years since he had one of those.

"Here you go, Ms. Scully, if you could sign here," the ticket agent pointed towards a line on the receipt she passed over, and slid Scully's open badge over the counter. Scully's own serious face stared up at her as she signed quickly.

"Who did you con to get that good of a picture, Scully?" Mulder's lazy, monotone drawl was somewhere just above Scully's ear, and she snapped her head up, nearly knocking the top of it into Fox Mulder's chin.""

Scully is floundering in the paranoid waters of Fox Mulder way too early in the morning, and without her coffee. She feels a little guilty that Mulder nails her on her eagerness to debunk his crazy theories.

astronaught's Equilibrium - Chapter 1

""He has had friends. He has had lovers. He has certainly been played with, though not in the fun way. Fox Mulder doesn’t have fun. Fox Mulder sits in his basement office for fourteen hours a day reading rotting casefiles from 1953. He enjoys the work, but his single-minded focus has nothing to do with enjoyment, and everything to do with a desperate and somewhat self-abnegative feeling of necessity. He has a sense of irony so well-cultivated that an outside observer might mistake it for a zest for life. In reality, it is the final recourse of the smart and painfully sincere. He thinks he jokes at the world because he’s given up on it joking back, but Fox Mulder is nothing if not a compulsive seeker of wonder, and deep down his ill-guarded, latchkey heart murmurs Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.""

Mulder's humor garnered him respect from Scully; and both mutually want to hope in each other.

@wexleresque/hllsteeth’s

Table for Two - Chapter 1

""Mulder bounces his leg and taps his fingers on the sticky table, the pent-up energy from hours of sitting in a car being released from his body like pressurized steam. Through the stubborn pieces of hair that hang over his forehead, he observes the agent sitting across from him as she examines her nails and sighs tiredly.

He can sympathize with her on that front, at least. Though he’d strategically found the least uncomfortable way to fold his tall body into the plane, sleep had been far down on his mental to-do list. Instead, he’d let the case details swirl around the ether of his consciousness, looking for patterns and anachronisms that he may have missed, all the while stealing glances at Scully while she’d white-knuckled her way through turbulence and read over the case notes.""

Mulder observes Scully's post-plane meal.

@scapegrace74-blog‘s (Ao3) Fictober, Day 11. Theme: UFO

""They are two hours into their flight to the very plausible state of Oregon when he asks her to switch seats. She’s momentarily confused. With his coltish legs, there’s no way he should prefer the window, and she tells him as much. Challenging Agent Mulder’s assertions is already beginning to feel less like a job description, and more like a secret vice.

“We’re almost over Utah.” As though that explains anything.

“What’s so special about Utah? Is it a hotbed for UFO activity or something?”

He smiles and makes the obligatory harhar gesture, but his eyes shift to the hublot behind her, so she obliges by sliding out into the aisle.""

Mulder and Scully have a mini conversation about their respective faiths and beliefs before the Oregon plane experiences turbulence.

@scullysexual/PostApocolypticAlien

(Un)Buried.

""An unmarked grave. No mortsafe protected this body. There was nobody left to care about what happened to it.

Just the three of you stand in the graveyard in the black of night. The coffin is brought up, the lid removed.""

Mulder is intrigued by the body, mulling this new development over while Scully instructs the cemetery men to take it to the morgue.

10.02 (Ao3)

""It suddenly dawns on you how fun having a partner again could be so fun. You missed it, you realise.

Standing in the rain, in a graveyard, next to two unusually empty graves, discussing how a coma patient is sneaking out and taking people to the forest, it should be as absurd as everyone says it is but it is, instead, a reality and the person who is supposed to argue is absurdity is standing in front of you, laughing, believing it all.""

AU-- Mulder realizes how alone he was while watching Scully laugh in the graveyard. He makes moves that are very not canonical.

@kateyes224‘s (Ao3) Unnamed

""She was nervous as she packed her bags for “Ore-gone”, as her spooky, shockingly attractive new partner called it.... Dana spent almost an hour dutifully stuffing clothes and toiletries into every nook and cranny of her rolling carry-on, fretting over how many layers to bring, erring on the side of caution and, she decided as she was barely able to zip it closed, definitely overpacking.

It wasn’t until she opened her bag in her motel room in Bellefleur that her stomach plummeted as she pawed frantically through her bag, realizing with no little amount of horror that she’d forgotten to pack her pajamas.""

Scully forgot her jammies, and Mulder lends her his shirt. Both of them appreciate the high art of Steven Spielberg references.

@scullywolf's (Ao3)

Pilot - Chapter 1

""Sighing, she picked up the tape recorder and turned back to her computer, grabbing her glasses from the bed and sliding them on. With a click to restart the tape, she resumed her transcription.

“...four millimeters in diameter and twenty-seven millimeters in length. Object is cylindrical in design with small spheres on either end. No identifying marks, stamps or branding were found. The potential purpose of this implant is unknown.”

The recorder clicked as the tape came to its end. Scully read back over her notes with a small shake of her head, then saved her data and shut down the computer. She had started this case with such confidence, certain that with proper investigative work and attention to detail, they would be able to figure out what was happening to these kids. Now, though… now she was not so sure.""

Scully is intrigued by this strange, new case; and, while not quite sold on the ape theory, she isn't about to subscribe to the alien one.

Fictober Drabbles - Day 3: Basement

""Diana once remarked how appropriate it was that his office was in the basement. “The Fox’s den” she called it, and he blushed and thought her so clever. Infatuation will do that; if anyone else had said it, he’d have rolled his eyes.

She wasn’t wrong, though....""

Mulder's infatuation with Diana turns into desolation when she leaves. He didn't realize how much isolation had affected him until Scully knocks, helping him to stop clinging to loneliness.

Tammy D. Aiken-Phillips/ThamasD's Nine Minutes

""It took only a moment for It to look them over, catalog them, and then telepathically inform It's comrades of It's findings. And intentions.

*The Female - She will have what We need in approximately eighteen Earth months. The Male - His body will be able to provide Us with information in approximately eight Earth years. We will have them then.* *What shall we do with them for now?* A comrade questioned. *Wipe their memories of this visit and return them. Inform our connections on their planet of their importance and the timetable I have set. The arrangements will be made.* *Affirmative.*""

In the 9 minutes that Scully and Mulder are abducted, the aliens have assessed them and marked them for future abductions.

@frostbitepandaaaaa's (Ao3) Nine Minutes and Then Some

Chapter 1

""As much as she was dizzy with relief, she was now weak with abrupt, crushing mortification.

“I need to sit down,” she told him, herself, cinching up the belt of her robe tighter for good measure.

“Yeah, of course.” His voice wavered with a note of insecurity. His motions were suddenly hasty, rushing to put the barrier of the cheap, motel table between them. And just like that, they were drawn apart like hydrophobic molecules.""

Scully is shocked at how much Mulder truly understands and cares her embarrassment post mosquito bite scare.

Chapter 4 (Ao3)

""I believe that hypnotherapy can have… therapeutic uses,” Missy begins, slowly, still recovering from her shock, “though I am not so sure of the… veracity of the memories it is said to tap into.”

Dana smiles, that little half-smirk that her sister dons whenever she was amused against her better judgement.

“What?” Missy asks her.

Dana shakes her head, looks down at her plate. “Nothing… that just sounded like an answer I would give.”

Missy grins. “I’m not as hippy-dippy as you think I am, Dana.""

Melissa sides with Mulder, admonishing her scientific younger sister to keep an open mind.

@neednottoneed/neednot’s (Ao3) Unnamed

""Maybe, she thinks, she’ll lose another nine minutes if it means he’ll look at her like that again.""

Scully realizes she can only talk about and understand her experience with Mulder, the man who lights up like a boy at Christmas when it comes to these uncharted, paranormal waters.

Erin M. Blair’s (Ao3) His New Partner

""He wasn't quite certain what to make of her. He read her personnel file, along with a photocopy of her thesis. Her intelligence in the scientific would help him brainstorm and come up with plausible theories, along with keeping him sane. He had a gnawing feeling that Scully would gradually change his life, forever.""

Mulder is struck with how quickly his bad luck with partners has so suddenly turned around.

Macspooky's New Partners

""Come on," he slipped an arm around her waist and led her in the direction of the ambulance. "I think I might have another patient for you ladies and gentlemen. Possible concussion."

"Mulder...it wasn't..." She wanted to say that it wasn't that bad, that she had only been dizzy for a moment.

"Go on...." he said. "That's an order. I'll meet you at the hospital. You should be checked out.""

Scully berates her behavior in the wake of the case, scoffing that she'd been swept off her feet and gotten a concussion for her troubles. Mulder kept her company and thought she'd "done good."

@allyinthekeyofx's (Ao3) Playing the Game

""By the time morning comes her pile of sunflower seeds far outstrips his and he knows he will have to stop on the way to the airport to buy more.

He also knows that Dana Scully is not to be underestimated.""

Scully and Mulder have to spend a night at their burnt down motel before flying out. He does them both a favor by buying them new clothes and passing the time with easy bonding games.

@cactustree's (Ao3) Babyface Blues

""The residual embarrassment from the mosquito bite incident has only just begun to wear off when a flight attendant leans down to place a paper cup of coffee on Agent Mulder’s tray table and then asks him softly, “And would your daughter like anything?”

Dana is leaning back against the headrest with her eyes closed, but she is not asleep. ....

The motel fire left her with nothing but what she’d had on her person when she and Mulder rushed out in response to the news of Peggy’s death, and so she is still dressed in the same oversized raincoat and jeans that were soaked through in the cemetery, face bare of makeup, hair loose about her shoulders. She is twenty-nine years old, a medical doctor and a federal agent, and she has just been mistaken for the daughter of her partner, who, as far as she is aware, is in his mid-thirties.

Mulder lets out a quiet chuckle. “No, thanks,” he says to the flight attendant. He does not correct her.""

Scully tries to correct her babyface with a new haircut.

@freckleslikestars/Living_Underground’s perfect lullaby (Ao3)

""They were over Idaho when he carefully removed her reading glasses and tucked them into his breast pocket for safe keeping, lest her head loll to the side and crush them.

The lights of Montana cities sparkled bellow as her soft, nasal snores competed with the whir of the air circulation in the cabin.

Around the time they flew across the Missouri River, her head dropped to his shoulder and she slouched into him.""

Mulder is surprised that Scully can sleep through their return trip from Oregon. He ponders on his impressions years later; and is shocked when she admits it's "his presence."

David Hearne's Thoughts at 11:21 P.M.

""Then the woods came. They brought twisted black corpses, metal hidden inside flesh, marks branded onto skin, and the light. Your new partner picked a spot and declared it unnatural. He spoke of time being snatched like quarters from the pavement. He pointed the finger of blame at a comatose teenager. None of it was false. None of it was true. It was all merely unsubstantial. You might as well try to bottle the wind as prove what happened in those woods.

You became angry at the mystery. Then you became scared....""

Scully had noticed how defensively Mulder believed before they even left for their case; and is surprised that he calls after to keep her in the loop. She listens.

@invidiosa/Circe Invidiosa's (Gossamer, Alt., Live Journal, Website)

silent fury

""Scully hurled the report into the trash can and dropped down onto the chair in front of Mulder’s desk. “They ask me to debunk your work, and then when I can’t do that, they just redact everything? And you want me to just sit here in silent fury and just take it?""

Scully is furious over her redacted report; and channels her frustration into Mulder's next case, ready to get back out and expose more truths.

@the-spooky-alien's Day 2 of Fictober!

""Oh, c'mon Scully, don't play innocent,'' he snorted, stomach clenching as annoyance flared high in his mind. She couldn't seriously ignore what everyone was calling him behind his back. ''Never heard of Spooky Mulder?''

The look of warning she gave him was enough to dampen his irritation. He mouthed an inaudible 'sorry' at her, wincing when she crossed her arms.

''I have, yes,'' she said, coldly. ''But it can hardly be considered a warning. It's merely a stupid nickname because of what you do with the X-Files.''

Stupid. That was one word for it.""

Mulder is relieved that Scully didn't (doesn't) chase the rumor mills; and is touched that she considers him intelligent.

Diadem’s Scene 02 - Thank You

""At first I guess it was simply morbid curiosity - would I find the body of my sister? Anything was better than the "unsolved" stamp the police had given the case file detailing Samantha's abduction.

After a couple of years, though, I realised that finding her would not be so simple. She would not just be dropped in the middle of a field and left there to be found by some farm hand. I knew by then that everything was much more complicated.""

Mulder had lived a lonely, obsessive life since childhood; and is grateful to be saved and given dignity by Scully's presence.

amalnahurriyeh/Amal Nahurriyeh's (DW) Triptych With Luggage

""We got you something," her father had said quietly, when they'd all been having lunch back at her apartment after the ceremony.

"You didn't have to," she'd said, and blushed. She still found it hard to talk about the FBI with him; she'd pretty much stuck to telling her mother about it on the phone since she left her internship, and conversations with her father had devolved into safe topics: football, politics, Billy's disciplinary record.

"Sure we did," he said, and swallowed. "Come on down, they're in the car." She'd gone out to the parking lot behind her building with him. "Your mother thought we should wrap them, but I figured that was just a waste of time." He unlocked the trunk of the car and lifted it. She paused for a second, confused. "It's a whole set of 'em," he said, gesturing to the suitcase sitting next to the windshield wiper fluid. "I figured, you'll probably have to do more traveling now. And you can't put your FBI suits in Billy's old duffel, huh?""

Scully pours her excitement for her first field agent case into packing her new, expensive suitcase (gifted by her father in his hesitant support.) It serves her well all of Season 1; and it becomes her conduit during the rough, grounded months in Season 2.

Foxhunt2blue's Pleasures of Simplicity

""It's always strange how children can't wait to grow to adulthood---constantly in a hurry to be something they believe will be so much better. When they finally get there they wish they were children again.

Somewhere along the way they lose what can only be called magic, but maybe it's something else.""

Scully reflects on the innocence that can only be lost in adulthood; and her ensuing transformations over the years in many hallways.

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