#copper;stats

[weneedatdcharacterwho]

We need a total drama character who sketches CONSTANTLY like allll the time. People ask them if they're always like this and they're like "Well, I do draw a lot at home, but this is a lot even for me. The no technology and no leaving camp is getting to me a bit, I'll be honest." And everyone is cool with that... until they absolutely whiff it on a physical challenge because of the strain they have been putting on their wrist, hand, neck and upper back.

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[zipper-dawn]

I mean…that chart isn't a chart of "what will they fuck" it's a chart of "what will they fuck that results in a baby?"… Like…humans will fuck anything, not in the every human will fuck everything way, but in that, everything has a human out there somewhere that will fuck it way.

I assume it's the same across the intelligent species of the various d&d realms.

so like...if you're twink bards want dragon fun times so bad...they'd better find a dragon that is still establishing itself, a younger adult dragon who's not quiet got the experience & wealth to make them quite so picky about who they bed. because, horny or not, creatures of all sorts still got standards. UwU

the biggest lie, i think, the internet perpetuates about D&D is that a skinny little twink of a bard just needs to roll a nat 20 to seduce a dragon

like a dragon…a creature with more wealth and power than any other creature on the planet…a creature who is easily an 11/10 when they deign to take humanoid form…would look at your skinny little 8 STR half-elf Bard whose own father doesn’t even love them and go…yeah I’d like to fuck that

[the-acid-pear]

Alright, I thought about it a lot and I've decided Koshka should be the one sacrificing himself to The Heart. It fits perfectly. I mean, it's his fucking goal. He always wanted to be a god, now he'll be immortal. It feels right for him to be like "yes, this is my calling, I'm doing this". His body is old and frail, AND and he gets to do it in front of his family 😍

[maddilynmuse]

Memory Of Helplessness

CW: Gore, Crushing, Temporary Character Death, Guilt, Vomit.

Hurt, no comfort. Isabeau POV. Technically everyone is there but only Isabeau and Siffrin are mentioned in much depth.

I saw this post for @mari-lair ‘s “Siffrin, more like Sif’s Out” AU and immediately got possessed by angst demons. Please note this post might have spoilers for upcoming comics in that AU, though also, this story isn’t going to make much sense without it.

Also, spoilers for the base game of In Stars and Time too. You’ve been warned!

The King’s Speech washed over Isabeau for the whatever-eth time only to be cut off by Mirabelle for the whatever-eth time. As much as Isa was actually good with numbers, he’d long ago given up on counting these loops, all of them had. It’d just make you go insane. There were enough things driving them insane, including the pit in their guts—snack time had stopped filling it a long time ago, this loop they didn’t even bother.

“Flower for you,” Siffrin said, giving it to their greatest enemy like it was nothing.

It meant nothing. It was just random (at least so Isa liked to tell himself).

Mirabelle put up their Adorable Moving Shield as the King charged his attack. However many loops ago, Isabeau would’ve started buffing defenses, but they were well past the need for that… mostly. Siffrin hadn’t even gotten to level 47 this loop, and maybe they could’ve done a better job of letting him feel useful, but that was fine. It’d reset and he wouldn’t remember a thing. As much as it’d hurt the first few times they did this, it was easier on everyone just to let Siffrin stay down.

Anyways, Isabeau punched at the king with his Paper Mache gloves. There was no triumph to it anymore even as hit points got shaved off like they were fighting a Tristess. Odile followed up with Paper Alpha V. Already down a third. It wasn’t always so easy to beat him. The King’s attack washed over all of them, the majority of it bouncing harmlessly off the shield. Siffrin was almost down. It stung Isabeau’s heart to see the way Sif’s one eye looked to Bonnie, to Mirabelle, then to the rest of them, just like it had the last few times they came here, so he didn’t look. He didn’t look their way at all. No one did.

Maybe they could’ve stopped him if they had.

Isabeau instead braced himself for a blow from the King, eyes screwing shut by instinct….

“I CAN HELP!”

c r A C K

The smell of copper. A horrible drip of blood on stone as the King raised an oversized fist. The feeling of something warm and sticky sprayed on Isabeau’s legs, his torso, maybe just a bit on his face. His eyes opened before his mind could tell them it was a bad idea.

“… Sif?”

Was that Sif? It was hard to tell. There was almost no darkless left. Or any face. Or distinctly human features at all. Mostly just fabric and pulp. The hat, also no longer darkless, floated down from the King’s fist, landing in the puddle of blood and bone dust.

This…

Hah. This was probably what he looked like under the rock. The King is a rock type, after all.

A hysteric laugh at the not-funny not-a-joke escaped Isabeau’s laugh as he tried to take in what he was seeing. His hand went down to tug at the suddenly-stained fabric as though he could still pick them up. “Siffrin?”

How? How did this happen? This wasn’t supposed to happen! It never happened before! Siffrin was supposed to be knocked out! To end up hitting the floor, maybe busted up, maybe bleeding a little, but only normal battle wounds! The King couldn’t kill them until the end, right?

Right?

And, well, sure! Siffrin got the Memory of Useless Idiot. It lowered their stats, but that was fine! With Mirabelle’s Memory of Sadness, they barely needed to fight. And, yeah, they’d been trying to read those Headache Books any time the rest of them looked away for even a second, but it’d come back at snack time, right? Which they… skipped…

“ooooooh….. you must’ve known this would happen. though that look on your face…… perhaps I was mistaken…… either way, Vaugaurde will be preserved.”

They drove him to this. They all drove him to his death. They were supposed to protect him, supposed to make sure he at least lived, and now he was a splatter on the floor again-

“Siffarooni?”

Isabeau reached out once more to the pile of meat and cloth and-

START AGAIN START AGAIN PLEASE START AGAIN-

He awoke to see his hands, free of blood, hovering above grass.

[Isabeau got Memory of Helplessness! When equipped, it makes Siffrin more likely to take damage for him in battle!]

Isabeau threw up.

[hrrtshape]

　　 𝓔MMAs　✶　𝓡EALITIES.

　　　　　　　　　　. . . ౨ৎ each world we meet in is another shade of the same love. whether under gaslight or starlight, we find each other every time.  

　　　　᧓ ﹒ fame dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

this is my ultimate it-girl era : globally adored. youngest egot winner with nepo-baby status (cheers to my director-actor father and model-actress mother). everything in cinematic slow motion. <3 　　[ s / o ] . . . tom blyth ୨୧

◞ what's in my bag.　　　　　　　　　　　　　

◞ imperfections ⋆ in my fame dr.　　

◞ things i always have on set.　　　　　　　　　　

◞ day in the life ⋆ on set.⠀⠀⠀⠀

◞ trends i started. 　　　

◞ things i love in my fame dr.　　

◞ day nr one in my fame dr.

◞ things to script for your s/o.　

◞ reasons to be excited for your fame dr ⋆ diva vers!

◞ tips for your fame dr.　⠀

◞ welcome to your fame dr. 　

◞ fame dr guide.

◞ make up routine. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

◞ little hehe moment!?!?!　⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

　　　　᧓ ﹒ spy dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

a prima ballerina by day, a deadly assassin by night. my underground organisation hides in the labyrinth beneath the paris opéra house. pliés turn into takedowns, grand jetés into grand escapes. by night, i execute covert missions with devastating elegance. of course, i fall for a kingsman agent. 　　[ s / o ] . . . kingsman spy ! coryo ୨୧

　 ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

◞ gadgets.　　　　　　　　　　　　

◞ missions. 　　　　　⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

　　　　᧓ ﹒ formula 1 dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

the youngest driver to ever snag a world drivers’ championship. the paddock’s ultimate wildcard. also..... a colourful vocabulary for cussing out the certain cunts of the paddock. 　　[ s / o ] . . . tbd but probably tom blyth ୨୧

　 ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

◞ stats.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

　　　　᧓ ﹒ starlet in the 1950s dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

golden-era hollywood has me. rita hayworth WHO ? another dyed ginger is taking her place. 　　[ s / o ] . . . gregory peck ୨୧

　 ꒲ 𝒾ntro to the star of hollywood !　

◞ roles. ⠀　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

　　　　᧓ ﹒ sex and the city dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

the modern carrie bradshaw who's dating her own mr big...if mr big wasn't a douchebag. writing my “sex and the city” blog in vogue about the love lives (and catastrophes) of NYC. add in a few i couldn’t help but wonders. 　　[ s / o ] . . . logan roy escue billionaire ! coryo ୨୧

　 ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

◞ blurbs.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

◞ tips for a journalist dr.

　　　　᧓ ﹒ cowboy dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

aristocratic beginnings meet wild west rebellion. gowns traded for dusty skirts, bows, and braids as i ride alongside billy the kid (cue: stolen glances, quick-draw banter, and forbidden sparks). 　　[ s / o ] . . . billy the kid ୨୧

　 ꒲ 𝒾ntro !　

　　⠀　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀⠀　　⠀　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀⠀　　⠀⠀

　　　　᧓ ﹒ socialite dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

a rich-girl fantasy : NYC penthouse living. socialite drama meets “cutthroat world of dog eat dog.” basically....gossip girl. but....more fun. and no gossip. girl. 　　[ s / o ] . . . coryo ୨୧

　 ꒲ 𝒾ntro !　

◞ my s/o.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

◞ realising feelings. 　　　　　　　

◞ modern!coryo headcanons.　　　⠀　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ vampire dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

turned in 365 BC babylon by an ancient vampire (he’s giving 1500 years of mysterious brooding). i'm the first heretic. a half-witch, half-vampire with a tragic romantic streak. naturally, i fall for the immortal who turned me (a coriolanus vampire...... but close). before that, i was a princess priestess of the moon. 　　[ s / o ] . . . 3000 year old vampire ! coryo ୨୧

　 ꒲ 𝒾ntro !　

◞ places i've visited.　

◞ daily activities . . . 1769.　　　　　　　　　　　　

◞ the turning.

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ ever after high dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

daughter of sleeping beauty, destined for a 100-year nap, but plot twist: my father’s willy wonka. (don’t ask. just marvel at my copper-coloured curls and penchant for enchanted desserts.) i'm caught between fulfilling my legacy and rewriting the script entirely. expect whimsical daydreams, pastel magic, and a sprinkle of chaos. 　　[ s / o ] . . . coryo ୨୧

　 ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

◞ closet. ⠀　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀

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　　　　　᧓ ﹒ princess dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

an 18th-century versailles princess draped in silks, diamonds, and enough court intrigue to rival gossip girl. betrothed to the prince of great britain. it’s all very shakespearean. champagne fountains, masked balls, and moonlit scandals straight out of marie antoinette (who's also my sister in law. we're besties). 　　[ s / o ] . . . english prince ! coryo ୨୧

　 ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

◞ day - 2 - day.

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ marauders dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

pureblood gryffindor. animagus form; a fox (because obviously). seeker on the gryffindor quidditch team, and yes, number one apologist for history of magic. oh, and cousin to james potter, naturally. we hate each other (that's not true). 　　[ s / o ] . . . pureblood slytherin ! coryo ୨୧

　 ꒲ 𝒾ntroduction !　

◞ advanced guide for thriving & slaying.

◞ what's in my bag. 　　　　　⠀⠀⠀　　　　　　　

◞ things to script in your dorms. 　

◞ UH. . . something? 　

◞ MATCHMAKERS ANON. (full credits to ih3artreggie on tiktok!!!)

◞ marauders dr chronicles.

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ spiderverse dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

across the multiverse, swinging through dimensions as my own iteration of spider-woman. let’s just say, in my universe, spiders have never looked this chic. (also i'm miguel's biggest pain in the ass. because of course i am) 　　[ s / o ] . . . miles morales ୨୧

　 ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ south park dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

sister of eric cartman (the devil reincarnate). that's it, no other thoughts. the nanny of butters stotch. 　　[ s / o ] . . . coryo ୨୧

　 ꒲ 𝒾ncoming 𝒾ntro !　

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ marvel dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

daughter of agatha harkness, cursed upon the one above all on the day when she first opened her eyes. 　　[ s / o ] . . . magneto ! coryo ୨୧

　 ꒲ 𝒾ntroduction. . . lowkey !　　　　

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ superman dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

former it girl of gotham has decided to move to metropolis. soon enough, she became a painting restorer...and has found a vigilante of a boyfriend. 　　[ s / o ] . . . clark kent ୨୧

　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming intro ! 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

　　　　　᧓ ﹒ succession dr ‧ ₊ ˚ ﹙ ଘ ﹚

daughter of logan roy. kind of a stray puppy if we're being honest. 　　[ s / o ] . . . lukas matsson kent ୨୧

　  ꒲ 𝒾ncoming intro ! 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

[kyeterna]

yeah,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

yeah,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

fan art of 200,000 Block Dome

[dungeon-strugglers]

✨New item!✨ Charon’s Obol  Wondrous item, rarity varies 

The rarity of this coin is determined by the metal it is made of. A common obol is copper, uncommon is silver, rare is gold, and very rare is platinum. While the coin is in the mouth of a dead creature, it bestows powers upon the corpse, detailed below. Each ascending rarity also grants the properties of the lesser rarities.

Copper. The corpse can’t become undead.

Silver. The corpse can’t be targeted by any necromantic magic.

Gold. The corpse is resistant to all damage and protected from decay. A creature that attempts to remove the coin from the corpse’s mouth must make a DC 15 Constitution saving throw or take 5d10 radiant damage and fail to remove the coin.

Platinum. The corpse is immune to all damage and can't be targeted by any divination magic or perceived through magical scrying sensors. A creature that attempts to remove the coin from the corpse’s mouth must make a DC 16 Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, the creature takes 10d10 radiant damage, fails to remove the coin, and is thrown 20 feet from the corpse. On a successful save, the creature takes half as much damage, removes the coin, and is not thrown.

In lands where necromancers roam and the dead are restless, it is a common burial rite to place an obol in the mouth of the deceased. - 🖌🎨 Like our work? Consider supporting us on Patreon and gain access to the hi-resolution art for over 180 magic items, item cards and card packs, beautiful creature art and stat blocks, and setting pdfs with narrative hooks and unique lore!🧙‍♂️ Thank you so much for your support! 💖

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[sinofwriting]

Horny on Main - Daniel Ricciardo (listen, please verse) (y/n's edition)

Summary: Y/N can’t seem to control herself in her boyfriend's comments. (Part of the listen, please verse. Read the first part here, Daniel’s version here, and explore the rest of the listen, please verse here)

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danielricciardo

liked by yourusername, riccisthicc, maxverstappen and 245,754 others danielricciardo: cheesin’

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danny3ricc

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danielricciardo

liked by landonorris, f1fans, yourusername, and 128,232 others danielricciardo: So many rules in Texas but always a pleasure to visit

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danielricciardo

liked by yourusername, danny3ricc, redbullfanatic, and 203,382 others danielricciardo: LA bound for the next week

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yourusername: begging for a warning next time yourusername: i want to lick you yourusername: you are stupid hot ⤷ danielricciardo: right back at ya, sweets landonorris: i hate this app ⤷ yourusername: deal with it, child user1: y/n needs to find some chill. Goddamn. user2: could daniel forever go around shirtless ⤷ yourusername: i wish

danielricciardo

liked by mvdr333, sebastianvettel, yourusername, and 214,328 others danielricciardo: not allowed to wear shirts anymore, so working on my tan

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liked by redbullracing, maxverstappen, yourusername, and 376,474 others F1: BREAKING! Daniel Ricciardo to replace Nyck de Vries at AlphaTauri for the rest of the 2023 season

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redbullracing: welcome back Daniel! user1: holy fuck user2: daniel in Austin??? Lets fucking go!!! user3: i don’t know if this is good or bad news yourusername: best looking driver is back on the grid and i can’t wait to be a wag.

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[finalfrontierpublishing]

So it's been a while since i posted any books - mostly because i've been hiding my progress like a little sneak.

I just finished this bind last night of The Desert Storm by @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning, or really it's volume 1 out of like ??? 15, maybe. Please take whatever i say with a pinch of salt (I have had 0 sleep for more than 24 hours, and that tends to make me a little very sleep-deprivation drunk a.k.a. unhinged). Okay, on to thoughts! The Desert Storm was foisted onto me by @celestial-sphere-press who told me under no uncertain terms that I WOULD FUCKING LOVE THIS SHIT. Well, I did. This more than 1 million word epic about Ben Fuckin' Kenobi is pretty much god-tier fanfiction. It reads like a goddamn novel. I can never think of canon again without thinking that this good shit should be canon. I read it and then consumed half of it within a week, and I have zero regrets. @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning, i absolutely love you and love your writing. It is the best thing since sliced bread. It is better than sliced bread.

I also had the benefit of @celestial-sphere-press saying, hey would you want to use the typeset? MY GOD, i am grateful. I love this fic, i would have typeset it if it hadn't been typeset but Des did such a beautiful job that i am absolutely in awe and thankful that she and the author allowed others to use it. Look at it - it's so beautiful. I only had to think hey, i just gotta design the cover and et cetera and so the book happened.

Please also check out @celestial-sphere-press 's amazing post here and here, who is the only person i know who's started and is almost complete in fanbinding this epic, and is also making an author a copy of the entire series.

Some stats, if you will.

96215 words || 380 pages

Title font: Ghaomiec

I took some inspiration from starblight bindery's lovely desert scape as well as this amazing cover of Dune which i own. I love that the landscape emanates Dune vibes while being oh so Tattooine - just sand and heat, relentless loneliness and melancholy. This fic centres around Obi-Wan Infinite Sadness Kenobi so it needed SAD VIBES TM, which i tried to deliver in desolate landscape form.

Also thank the heavens for Renegade members, who in a masterful stroke of Group Buy Saves Money, managed to source extra-out-of-production colours of Colibri and help a fair number of us get really cool limited edition versions of bookcloth. I am now a proud owner of a lorge stash of Duo and Colibri of which i am now sitting on like a shifty dragon with a hoarding problem. Good luck getting your bookcloth now, Folio Society, ha ha (gloating)! This particular bookcloth is Colibri Copper which has been wholly stashed for The Desert Storm series. I am leaning on transitioning to Malachite for Rise and Fall when I get to it.

The front cover design was done with a stock image and converted to a PNG, which i then fiddled with and did some HTV magic with. It was remarkably easier to weed than expected. I tried something new and ironed the design on the naked bookcloth first before gluing it to the boards, which was a new challenge in making sure everything was aligned.

Endpapers are marbled endpapers (Renato Crepaldi) which I got from Hollanders, which perfectly fit the colour scheme of the bind. The only hiccup was as I was cutting, I realized the sheet was running in the opposite direction of his usual papers and half the size, and only yielded 3 A5 size endpapers and so my heart went noooooooooo. oh well. i guess i will use it for quartos.

Endbands are my favourite - silk in 3 colours in the french doublecore style (as i was binding this i did not have the mental capacity to handle the difficulty of 4 strands). the truth is i usually only can do 4 when I have higher brain function and am willing to spend 80% of my time unraveling it from getting tangled.

I also forgot to mention I had mild fuck-ups, I got glue on the front endpaper which I had to hastily remove with wet cloth, and the back square is preposterously bad but I'm ignoring it for now.

Anyway, i've actually managed to complete a few other binds which have not been mentioned here as they've all been gifts/ surprises or event books in some form. I am SO EXCITED, also because I am travelling in the latter half of July to San Diego and L.A. and I get to meet some bookbinding friends in the flesh. Renegade is fucking amazing y'all. I am ready to embrace these crazy lads who have enabled me for the last 1 year, even when i'm the solitary (1) weirdo from my country of origin in the server. Also... potentially bookbinding trip early next year??? I am enthused.

[alvareus-the-sorcerer-of-seals]

Y’all I’m cleaning out my junk because my dungeon got really fucking messy, I’m gonna be selling my old stuff at cheap prices, so if you have an apprentice that needs some equipment you can find some here

(Most of the stuff is untouched, I kinda bought it and forgor lmao)

I got:

Brooms(flying)~30 gold

Brooms(auto cleans your house for you)~30 silver, I don’t use them anyway

A shit ton of sceptres~15-20 gold each

Old wands~5 gold each

magical (gold)jewellery~50 gold each

Magical (silver)jewellery ~20 gold each

Wizard robes(didn’t wear them, I wanted to make copies of myself but scratched the idea)

Spell books beginnerlvl ~70 copper

Spell books intermediarylvl ~25 silver

Spell books advancedlvl ~50 gold

Magic rings(enhance magic power/stats/etc) ~20-40 gold

Magic swords(I killed a knight legion, they had OP shit but had no idea how to use it) ~60 gold

Enhanced magic knight armour~80 gold per set, I don’t sell pieces individually

Scrying glasses/black orbs ~90 copper each, I don’t scry often

Time seal scrolls(you throw it at stuff and it makes a barrier around it, stopping the time inside, good for food preservation) SINGLE USE~10 copper each

Time seal scrolls(same thing) 20 USES~ 20 silver each

Time seal scrolls(again same thing) INDEFINITE USE BUT CAN ONLY BE USED AT ONE OBJECT/LIVING THING IDK AT A TIME ~10 gold

A pran of cingles(really crispy chips, definitely not a can of Pringles)~1000 gold

NO REFUNDS

Hope y’all buy these, I have no idea where to put them

[run-lamb-run]

🌘 RUN, LAMB, RUN 🌒

MASTERPOST • PROFILE CW FOR: Themes of genocide, Heavy topics, Themes of death, Murder, Familial loss, Child death

"What is Run, Lamb, Run?"

Run, Lamb, Run, or RLR, is a Cult of the Lamb based DND campaign being played by a private group of friends. This blog is to document art, shenanigans and lore.

"What is it about?"

RLR is a crossover AU between multiple friends' COTL AU's. It follows the story of a group of targeted sheep/goats on the run through the Lands of the Old Faith during the Lamb Genocide. The group of 10 is stuck on the continent once belonging to the long lost god of Death, and they must reach the gateway to freedom and escape- before it's too late.

⭐️ Who's playing? ⭐️

Glad you asked!

@canadianno - Copper, running the account, player - #Copper speaks

@sock-kaleidoscope - Sock, the DM - #Sock speaks

@bvnny-skvllz - Bunny, player - #Bunny speaks

@ditzyclown - Moron, player - #Moron speaks

@amimuu - Ami, player - #Ami speaks

[@ hidden] - Alz, player - #Alz speaks

@wolsalwastaken - Sal, player - #Sal speaks

Character Cast

Lambert - Young adult, early 20s. Has been on the run since childhood. Traveling with their daughter, Anoana. Sheep. (They/them)

Anoana - Toddler, ~3 years old. Born on the run and adopted by Lambert early on. Sheep. (She/her)

Mary - Middle aged, mid 40s. Experienced in combat, on the run with her child Azazel. Sheep. (She/her)

Azazel - Young child, ~5 years old. On the run with their mother, Mary, after losing their father. Sheep. (They/them)

Silk - Unknown age. A soldier from Silk Cradle horrified by the genocide, taking care of a lamb saved from execution. Spider. (He/him)

Little one - Young child, ~8 years old. A young lamb saved from execution by Silk, sees them as a parent. Sheep. (They/he)

Rafael - Middle aged, mid 30s. Lost his family to a village raid, been on the run since. Sheep. (He/him?)

Callum - Young adult, mid 20s. Lost family and fiancee in the genocide. Been on the run since. Goat. (He/him)

Yael - Mid teens, ~15. Traveling through the lands of the Old Faith with their half sibling, Gale. Sheep. (They/them)

Gale - Mid teens, ~16. Traveling through the lands of the Old Faith with their half sibling, Yael. Goat. (He/they)

Adina - Mid 20's, Normal gal just running around doing her best to survive, chaotic gremlin. Sheep. (She/her)

☁️ Quick QNA! ☁️

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"Can I join?"

No, sorry! Even if the campaign was public, we already have enough players!

"Can I send asks?"

Yes!! This is encouraged! Please send us asks, we love to answer em! Keep em SFW, though. Most of us are minors.

"Do you accept fanart?"

Absolutely, go wild. We love to see it! You have a higher likelihood of us seeing it if you tag our main accounts, listed above!

"Are we allowed to use your stat blocks?"

If we had stat blocks, I'd say yes, but we don't. We're winging it, baby!!

"How do you guys play?"

We use DND beyond, Discord voice calls, a lot of planning, and sheer fucking will!

[Divider creator credits] • Please mind the profile CWs at the beginning of the message before proceeding further.

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Dropout Customization

Due to some questions about MC customization, I have decided to compile all the physical and personality aspects that are selectable about the Dropout.

A reminder that this is all subject to change and that new things may be added (or deleted). Feedback and ideas to further develop MC are encouraged.

Main Ideas

Name Surname Nickname

Sex, Gender, Pronouns (it's possible to customise them), Breast/Pecs, Penis/Vagina (If MC is transgender, their transition takes place while they're away) Title (Ms. / Mr. / Mx.)

Virginity or lack thereof.

If MC is trans (when they realized about it [high school, middle school, college] and if they told their family // the ROs already know, as MC told Uma and J, and word spread).

Birthday which establishes the Dropout's age as either 21 or 22 depending on the season (Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter)

Major (Engineering, Biology, Chemistry, Computer science, Law, Economics, Education (in relation to science/maths/etc), Mathematics, Physics, Psychology). The Dropout's Major affects flavor text. These options are the ones approved by the Dropout's parents, though it's possible for MC to express interest in other degrees/topics (music, art, English, anthropology, archeology, classical studies, history).

Reason behind dropping out (MC got kicked out (they were caught cheating) MC didn't get a high enough GPA and dropped out / MC never even wanted to go to college and ultimately decided they wanted out / MC didn't fit in (they were discriminated, lonely, etc) though they really liked college / MC originally liked their degree and college but gradually lost interest in the entire thing / MC never liked their degree and decided to drop out / Something specifically related to mental health (mainly anxiety) / Impostor's syndrome.) This affects flavor text.

2 Coping Mechanisms (Alcohol, Tobacco, Drugs, Sleeping around, Avoidance, Overspending, Humor, *Hobby (overworking self) [Anger, Fake/forced happiness, Sadness, Indifference].) Each coping mechanism opens a variable and a storyline. You can choose two, though choosing one related to emotional responses [between brackets] automatically blocks out the others.

2 Hobbies (Singing, playing an instrument, songwriting, creative writing, drawing, sketching, sculpting, acting, photography, soccer, football, swimming, basketball, gymnastics, boxing, judo, karate, taekwondo, kickboxing, going to the gym, cooking/baking, dancing [ballet, contemporary dance, modern], yoga.) This affects flavor text and scenes.

Job (Bartender [Wanda, Statler is also around often], Cashier [Statler], Columnist [J (+Kai if poly)], Caregiver [Kai], Waiter/Waitress [Uma (+Travis if poly)], Tutor [Travis]) Each job gives you more time with a certain RO, as well as unlocking a storyline.

Personality Stats

Playful/Serious Honest/Dishonest Friendly/Rude Introverted/Extroverted Laid-back/Uptight Cynical/Idealistic Flirty/Reserved Family oriented/Individualistic

Others: Insomnia, Migraines

Physical Appearance

*It's possible to choose MC's appearance as a high schooler as well. This affects flavor text.

Height (very tall, talk, average, short, very short)

Skin tone (ebony, dark brown, light brown, russet, golden, olive, honey, tawny, tanned, fair, rosy, ivory.) Choosing any skin tone gives you the possibility of choosing to be a poc (idea I stole from Mila, @beyondthegame)

*Build (scrawny, skinny, lithe, lean, muscular, chubby, curvy, hourglass).

*Hair color (max 3 tones, 1 base and other 2) (possible to return home with a mess of dye for Maude to fix. NATURAL (Ashen blonde, Sunflower blonde, Strawberry blonde, Caramel, Honey brown, Chocolate brown, Copper, Auburn, Ruby red, Midnight brown, Jet black, Ebony black) NON-NATURAL (Pink, Violet, Lilac, Blue jade, Vermilion red, Snowy white, Silver, Emerald green, Canary yellow, Bleached).

Hair texture (kinky, very coiled, coiled, curly, wavy, slightly wavy, straight)

*Hair length (ear-length, chin-length, shoulder-length, below shoulder-length, chest-length, waist-length)

*Hair style (SHORT/MEDIUM: natural, side-parted, mullet, layered, bob, ponytail, twin ponytails, buzz fade, slick back, messy, wolf cut, bun. LONG: natural, high/low ponytail, messy, shaggy, California waves, a half updo, side-swept, bun, braid, twin braids, twin ponytails).

*Eye color (albino red, dark blue, light blue, dark green, light green, hazel, amber, chestnut brown, chocolate brown, black, grey).

Others

*It's possible to choose MC's appearance as a high schooler as well. This affects flavor text.

*Glasses (yes, no, contacts)

*Facial hair (No/shaved. Stubble, full beard, goatee, ducktail,van dyke, garibaldi, mustache, soul patch, light beard).

Scars, can choose as many as possible (Back, chest, abdomen, upper and lower arm, thigh, knees, calf, mouth area, neck, cheek, hands, eye area, shoulder)

*Tattoos (One big in X body area, patch-like bodysuit, bodysuit, one/two sleeves, just legs, a few tattoos all over, a small in X place).

*Piercings (Ears [helix, lobe, industrial], navel, tongue, nose ring and septum, eyebrow, lips, smiley, nipples, genital)

Dimples

Braces

Freckles (face, body, both)

Beauty mark, multiple (under eye, over lip, neck, body)

*Outfit/Style (streetwear, alternative, cute, preppy, casual, formal, business casual, dark academia, messy, boho/eclectic, comfortable)

*Bedroom, at family home and at new apartment (messy, colorful, emo, basic, boho, modern, industrial, vintage, minimalist, cute)

*Diet (vegan, vegetarian, pescetarian, keto, meat-eater, lactose intolerant)

Family pet (small/large dog, cat, fish tank, hamster/rabbit/guinea pig, cockatiel/parrot/canaries)

Characters

Closeness to all family members (tight-knit, close, so-so, cold, barely any relationship)

Same with the friend group

Crush on Statler during high school (yes/no)

'Popularity' during high school and college (popular, social butterfly [got along with many people but wasn't part of the popular groups], normal, loner, outcast [somewhat antagonistic in a way/rebel].)

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What Do You Think The Human Souls Sound & Taste Like?

Ok so hear me out.

This is in reference to my take to Dusttale, or more accurately, the aftermath/sequel to Dusttale.

I’ve posted about this “revamp” of this AU in a previous post, but as a refresher:

This AU of an AU takes place after the events of Dusttale with some minor alterations. The story will mainly revolve around the survivors (heavily NPC based, with some main characters & my OC Vani). However, a few of the survivors try to bring back the dead by using a DT injections (much like in the game, except in this version: Alphys used Artificial Determination while the survivors use Determination collected from the human souls), also these new DT injections are mixed with the 7 human soul traits. This does work, but with some minor complications, which will be explained more in the notes.

Now to explain the question:

Basically the author of the notes is writing down their research & findings of each human souls; things like how common each trait are within humans, what injection they are used in, side effects of said injections, rpg style stats, etc. However there are 2 items of information that I might need some help on: What sound/pitch each soul trait makes &, for a hint of humor because “Undertale”, what each soul traits tastes like.

That’s where I looking to you all for assistance/headcanons for this.

*Side Note: When I say sound/pitch, I’m referring to the amount of Hertz (which I think is the measurement of sound wave frequency or pitch)*

*Side Side Note: In this AU, the red human soul trait is not Determination (since all humans have it) but instead is Willpower (I’ve seen a few saying it could be Love since its in red, but I think Willpower makes more sense)*

I already have the frequency picked for each soul, now I’m just trying to figure out what specific sound/noise they make.

Here’s what I have so far:

DETERMINATION

Color: Gold

Injection: DT-pDT PT v1.0

DETERMINATION Category: Pure DETERMINATION Injection Prototype version 1.0

Fallen Humans: All

Frequency: 0-20k+Hz

Sound Description:

Like a choir with every living thing singing

Sounds like screaming in an auditorium when distressed

Taste Description:

Similar to water that is both freezing & boiling

WILLPOWER

Color: Red

Injection: DT-WP PT v1.7

DETERMINATION Category: WILLPOWER Injection Prototype version 1.7

Fallen Humans:

Chara

Frisk

Frequency: 9.9k-10.6kHz

Sound Description:

Sizzles of an orchestra of cymbals constantly increasing & decreasing in volume

Taste Description:

Hot & salty copper

Metal sitting out in the heat

BRAVERY

Color: Orange

Injection: DT-BV PT v1.2

DETERMINATION Category: BRAVERY Injection Prototype version 1.2

Fallen Humans:

Hiro

Isaac

Frequency: 18.9k-19.6kHz

Sound Description:

Hoard of mosquitoes quickly approaching

Taste Description:

Fresh cold sweat with a hint of cinnamon & pumpkin pie

JUSTICE

Color: Yellow

Injection: DT-JT PT v1.6

DETERMINATION Category: JUSTICE Injection Prototype version 1.6

Fallen Humans:

Clover

Otis

Frequency: 15.9k-16.6kHz

Sound Description:

Hiss of a firework with anticipation of when said firework will explode

Taste Description:

Overly sweet & carbonated TV static flavored drink mixed with gunpowder

KINDNESS

Color: Green

Injection: DT-KN PT v1.5

DETERMINATION Category: KINDNESS Injection Prototype version 1.5

Fallen Humans: Sam

Frequency: 6.9k-7.6kHz

Sound Description:

Taste Description:

PATIENCE

Color: Cyan

Injection: DT-PE PT v1.1

DETERMINATION Category: PATIENCE Injection Prototype version 1.1

Fallen Humans:

Gena

Lily

Frequency: 999-1.6kHz

Sound Description:

Taste Description:

INTEGRITY

Color: Blue

Injection: DT-IG PT v1.3

DETERMINATION Category: INTEGRITY Injection Prototype version 1.3

Fallen Humans:

Dawn

Otto

Frequency: 12.9k-13.6kHz

Sound Description:

Taste Description:

PERSEVERANCE

Color: Purple

Injection: DT-PR PT v1.4

DETERMINATION Category: PERSEVERANCE Injection Prototype version 1.4

Fallen Humans: Yu

Frequency: 3.9k-4.6kHz

Sound Description:

Taste Description:

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Also like if you're cool with it can you tell me to build the cards and stuff? I'm still confused with it :'(

UH! I don't really know how to build cards either lmao. I just push the buttons when they get red blips U: BUT I WILL TRY AND EXPLAIN WHAT I CAN

i was actually writing this on mobile and then i accidentally closed tumblr when it was like 87% done so MAYBE THIS WILL BE WORSE THAN INITIALLY INTENDED I DON'T KNOW. Initially I was explaining like. A bunch of unnecessary stuff about where you get certain upgrade materials so I think this'll be better and marginally more concise because I feel like there's not actually that much to explain. It's very much just "make number go up".

So from what I've been told it's better to focus your efforts on a single SSR if you have one than trying to even things out, but since you're not only going into battle with your singular SSR I try and keep other units at a minimum of level 50 and a Level 40 warding card(preferably the one it gets a link bonus with!) with 50 Potency Grade. THIS MAY OR MAY NOT BE ADVISABLE but it's how I do things personally. And then I have my SSR(s) which I focus on--one SSR gets most everything and once I have to wait to limit break it, I start giving resources to the next one down(or the next SR down.)

Now since just about every stat relies on different items to boost it up(coins obviously notwithstanding but you can very easily gain more coins) you don't really have to ration anything--just focus on boosting your highest ranked unit.

Like I said I just hit the button when the red blip pops up, but you may have noticed that when it comes to equipment the game prioritizes higher levels to higher rankings. Which. . . .

not very helpful, as it turns out! Turns out higher ranked units(SSR-SR-R-A-B-C-D-E, from highest to lowest) are generally a little better even at slightly lower levels! Because some equipment doesn't boost attributes(multiple stats) at all!!!

Higher rank = higher attribute boost. Higher level = higher battle stat boost.

see how Alan's overall power is higher with the level 95 C perfume than the level 100 E perfume? The game automatically gave him the E. . .even though it was weaker and both were available. The game checks for rarity over their level, so you may want to manually choose cards based on their stats as opposed to choosing the auto-equip button!

Also of note, sometimes a fully awakened R is stronger than an unawakened SR of the same level. . .if you have to wait to limit break your SRs, check out how your Rs are doing! They can be pretty strong too! You can always take stronger equipment and gems and such away from them for the higher rarity unit when you're ready.

@tokyo-debunker-memes made a pretty good guide to gems here and you can refer to that for any of your gem questions since I think they did a good job explaining and summarizing things! (I will say, gems go past level 9, they just can only be purchased at a base level of 9.)

The best equipment(SSR, SR, and R) can be made at Mr. Mo's Goldmine using using gold, silver, and copper materials you get there. You only have a chance get gold if you do multiple pulls there over the course of a week(the milestone resets every 7 days or so. . .or every time there's a new gacha I've noticed), so I wouldn't think too hard about SSR equipment. That's for whales. It's literally designed so that you have to use gems to even get a chance at gold material to make SSR equipment. And you need so much of the stuff just to make one it's just not worth it monetarily unless you've got insane disposable income haha.

I would focus only on the level 100s of the Mr Mo equipment(the Red Queen set and the Lotus set. The Stardust set if you wanna whale real hard.) If you get lucky enough to get enough silver and copper material you can make them, and they're stronger than anything you'll find doing Investigations or that they'll find on campus after investigations--that I'm aware of, unless they start giving out SRs and SSRs at higher level investigations which I doubt.

R, SR, and SSR equipment can be trained and given gems, just like warding cards, and raising their Special Attributes will provide additional percentage boosts to the unit they're equipped to(Necklaces, Rings, and Earrings raise HP percentage; Perfumes raise Physical Attack and Physical Defense percentages; Brooches raise Special Attack and Special Defense percentages. Warding Cards raise Attack percentage.) Try and focus on raising the Special Attributes related to the unit's attack style(noted in the 'Skills' window on the unit page.) That is to say, raise the Special Attibutes for Perfumes for Physical attackers and Brooches for special attackers so that they'll have higher attack power and do more damage. Of course, both are also important for their defensive value, and HP is also very important!

R, SR, and SSR equipments also have 'badges' which detonate they're part of a set. The more of that set you have, along with a warding card with the same badge, the higher bonus(indicated in the upper left of the unit page) you get for the character it's equipped to! The only way to change a Warding Card's badge is by leveling it up so. . .don't worry too hard about it, because moonlight paint is a pain in the ass to get.

Guardian spirits similarly should be distributed based on the ideal stats that unit should have raised. I only use SSR guardian spirits and feed any lower ranking ones to them to raise their levels. If you get a guardian spirit of the same level with stars, it's better to use and level up that one! It gives a higher percentage boost!

Generally you legit just have to look at the numbers and percentages and choose whatever's higher overall I think. Higher percentages are usually better, I think, since those will scale up with any increasing stats' individual numbers. Not that equipment have percentages, but I mean in terms of figuring out what to upgrade in general. Again, it's very much 'make number go up' from what i can tell. I usually focus on level since it boosts all the unit's battle stats by a percentage, but since everything needs different materials to level up anyway it's fine to just use whatever you get wherever you can, or save up to be able to boost your strongest units.

I DUNNO IF THAT HELPED ANY. I CAN TRY AND EXPLAIN SOMETHING MORE SPECIFIC IF NEED BE?

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Furlough (Soap/Reader)

CW: prisoner of war, canon-typical violence, description of medical procedures, near-death experiences, mild angst, established relationship, lots of crying, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, intimacy, mentions of pregnancy

Gender Neutral AFAB Reader

WC: 5.2k

Read on AO3

My skull felt like it was rattling. As if a sine wave ripped through my ears, leaving behind a constant ringing. My limbs felt heavy. Thick ropes bound my wrists and ankles, dragging my body down into the depths of semi-consciousness. My only hold on orientation was the throbbing ache of my crooked nose. Dank, coagulated blood filled my senses. The taste of copper and dirt coated my molars. 

My lungs burned, only growing hotter with every breath. My eyelids fluttered closed as I tried to clear the image of my ribcage, contorted and mangled, from my mind. Something ran down my cheeks, whether it was tears or blood, I couldn’t tell- nor did I care. I was too hot, too fidgety as I lay against the concrete.

Why was I here again? My mind flashed to the tattered embroidery on my worn clothes. Task force 141. Hastily scribbled mission plans flashed in my mind. Regret pooled in my rigid abdomen. 

I longed for a mattress, somewhere to lay my battered bones. The thin dormitory mattresses would feel like heaven under my bruised skin. A glass of scotch. Water. Anything to wet my dried lips. Some of Gaz’s home cooking. One of Price’s exaggerated stories of conquest and combat. 

Was this the end? A thankless death on the floor of a cellar? If I knew this is what would come of my efforts, I don’t know if I would’ve even bothered. 

Any remaining warmth evaporated through my skin. My vision, blurred but still intact, began to slowly darken. Desolate surroundings now disappeared into nothing but a figment. My breath, fragmented and shallow, drew softer. 

Perhaps my closest comrade in combat was McTavish. His voice echoed in my head, scolding me for being so careless. My lips curled into a smile as I imagined what sort of quick quips he’d come up with. My teeth chattered as I imagined him wrapping my battered limbs in dressings. Hands warm against my bare skin. Voice soft as he leaned in.

“We’re gonnae get you out of here-”

My brows furrowed, a growing sense of loneliness settling in my chest. I clung onto the fragmented memory of his voice. Gruff, with a thick accent. Clung onto the image of the crooked smile he flashed whenever he said something snide. And his laugh, deep and bellowing. He always threw his head back whenever he laughed, sometimes bumping his head into the drywall.

“Stay with me-”

His hands were calloused. I’d glance down at his hand, and the way it engulfed mine. It was a small action that could brighten up my mood. Of course, he’d only lace his fingers with mine under a table, behind his back, anywhere out of view. It’s strictly forbidden. He always repeated it with a forced pout, arms crossing over his chest. Strictly forbidden, he’d say before stealing a kiss from me when no one was looking. We never labeled things, but friends never act the way we did.

“I’m gonnae need a medic at exfil-”

I thought about the hoodie laid out on my dorm bed. It was too small, shrunk in the wash. I never told him I could see him searching up how to shrink cotton fabric. Never told him I could see the gleam in his eye whenever I wore it around the base. Never told him it stopped being about convenience when I’d wear it near constantly. I lied through my teeth when I told him my own hoodie was in the hamper. 

“Shit- BP is 78/56. Spike the bag for me stat!”

I can’t remember when Johnny himself became a replacement for the hoodie. Warm arms draping over me like a hand stitched quilt. Heartbeat lulling me to sleep as my head lay upon his chest. He told me to ignore the hushed voices that seemed to follow us everywhere. Faint memories of the two of us in a tent flickered in my mind before being snuffed out. Deer, deeper the ropes pulled me. 

“Get the AED, I doubt they’re gonna make it.”

A tingling sensation settled in my limbs. I could feel my being feathering into the cold air. My body melted, mixing with space itself. Static soaked into my skin, washing clean any remaining thoughts. 

-

My body ached. Every inch of my skin, was now engulfed in misery, enveloping me like tar. I furrowed my brows, clenching my jaw tight as I tried to push through. My limbs slowly moved through the honey, breaking free just enough-

My eyelids opened, only to flutter close again as a blinding beam of white flooded my vision. I drew in a sharp breath. The oxygen flowed through my lungs, stinging like fresh menthol. 

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I became acutely aware of all the faces surrounding me. Furrowed brows, parted lips, adorned in pale blue surgical masks. 

Glancing down, my eyes widened as I was met with the sight of my bare chest. Small, round stickers littered my chest. A mess of multicolored wires littered the bedside. My gaze raked down the rest of my body, down my tattered jeans, to the gloved hand on my ankle. 

Bloodshot blue eyes locked onto me. As soon as I saw those sparking irises, my body moved on its own. I sat up, shifting onto my aching knees. The iv tubing tugged at my arm as I threw myself at the man. In that instant, the aching of my joints ceased, as if his touch was medicine. 

His chest heaved, broken sobs rising from his throat as he pulled me into his embrace. He pressed his face against my neck, leaving behind damp puddles, stained with tears. 

“Lay down, lay down.” He cooed, gently nudging me back. I grunted as I lowered myself back onto the stiff hospital bed. He reached out hesitantly, like a child to a plate of China. As if I’d break from a single stroke of a finger. His blue eyes flicked rapidly across my body. Across the bloodied dressings and fresh sutures. 

Drawing in a breath, he reached forward. His calloused palm cradled my cheek. His touch was feather light. I leaned into his hand, letting my eyelids flutter closed. Clatter rose from behind me as the group of medics slowly dispersed. Hushed voices spoke softly, softly enough to be indecipherable over the ever present tinnitus. 

With his other hand, he tugged a wool blanket over my bare body. It was warm, as if being freshly dried. His fingertips carded through my hair, gently cupping the back of my head. He leaned in enough for his heated breath to fan over my sticky skin. 

“You ripped your leads off.” He chuckled.

-

With the passing time, my aches dulled into a gentle reminder of my mistakes. Blood coagulated, flaked, and rinsed away. Bruises, once purple and black, faded to yellow. 

The first few nights, he wouldn’t leave my side. He slept with his knees tucked to his chest in the armchair beside my hospital bed. As I slowly regained my composure, pieced together my fragmented memories, I found myself reaching out to him. I shifted on the mattress, making space for him beside me. 

It’s too soon, too late, too intrusive, he’d say. Sighing, I’d nod, watching him flip through the pages of a book. The way his tongue swiped over his thumb before every turn of the page. He’d gently hum to himself as he read, soft voice lulling me asleep. By the time I woke up, he was gone. 

When I was allowed to sleep in my own dormitory, I thought things would’ve changed. Hoped they would. I opened the door to my room, holding my breath in case I found him inside. But I didn’t. I needed uninterrupted sleep, he’d explain. And to him, that meant sleeping alone. 

The rest of the task force continued working like nothing happened. Running drills, going out on missions. If I didn't know better, I would’ve thought I was a ghost, haunting the halls of the base. The lingering whispers that followed me through the halls only intensified, speculation growing as his blatant affection vanished. Was it something I did? If even Johnny wouldn’t look at me…

“Nobody’s blaming you,” Price explained, folding his hands in his lap. A neatly stapled packet of paper sat atop his mahogany desk. I pursed my lips in a meager attempt to bite back the tears welling in my eyes. My throat felt raw, ready to explode with rage. 

Four months of medical leave and the looming threat of medical discharge. My fingers toyed with the cool aluminum crutch in my grip. I didn’t deny that I wasn’t in a state to serve, I could barely take a piss without a nurse peeking in on me to make sure I didn’t end up on the floor. I grew incoherent with anger when I thought about being away from base, back in fucking Leeds. 

Drawing in a breath through flared nostrils, I balled my hands into fists. I pushed down the fear that rose in my chest. This was about serving my force. Not about the growing sense of longing. Right?

“Heal up and we’ll have you back.” Price tapped his palm against the desk with a sense of finality, grunting as he rose to his feet. Without another word, he left. My head dropped, gaze falling to the sling draped from my shoulder. I didn’t move when I heard a soft rap against the door frame. I knew who it was. 

“I think y’ could really use some rest. This is a good thing, yeah?” 

His words stroked a nerve in my chest. Biting back my tongue, I nodded. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the urge to burst out yelling. 

“Why do you treat me like a fucking freak?!” I wanted to yell. Whether from pity or disgust, he wouldn’t lay a finger on me. Backing away from kisses, or only offering a brief, detached peck on the lips. I could feel his gaze burning through me, and yet he couldn’t even look me in the eye. For the first time in months I was sleeping alone. Once again I was pulling his hoodie over my battered frame, this time as a replacement for his touch. Sighing, I stood, fingers tending around the crutches. 

-

My fingers brushed along the ridge of my nose. Narrowing my eyes, I studied my reflection. The swelling had gone down, leaving behind a crooked lump. I looked noticeably different, stained with wear like an old whiskey barrel. The static that settled in my limbs never really left. It stayed put, a constant nagging mosquito beneath my skin. Nerve damage, the doctor said, was one fickle bitch. 

Even the apartment I was in didn’t feel like my own. Sure, I paid the rent. My name was on the lease. Yet it functioned more as some sort of sick shrine to the past. A monument to better years. Would my family even recognize me? I glanced at my younger, naïve self in a framed photo. 

My phone hadn’t gone off once in the three weeks I’d been back home. To be fair, I hadn’t told anyone I was back in town. Even then, this utter void of communication was out of the norm for the task force. Usually there would be something. An incoherent meme, a drunken text, a chiding message from price. 

Sighing, I picked up the remote off my nightstand. My thumb dug into the little plus sign. In an instant the soft melody swept across my apartment. Droning bass drowned out the constant ringing in my ears. I stepped forward, knees brushing against my couch. 

A knock at my front door drew my attention. My brows knitted as my head turned toward the sound. I was nearly ten, the sun having long since set. The hardwood floors creaked beneath my feet as I stepped into the hallway. My fingertips brushed against the lock, sliding it out of place. Feeling my heart race, I glimpsed down at the doorknob before me. Swallowing down my anxieties, I turned the knob. 

He was dressed in a thick wool sweater. An olive beanie sat atop his brow. Tiny snowflakes clung to his lashes, threatening to melt in the heat of the indoors. He didn’t move an inch, only giving me a smile. At his side was a small carryon. I narrowed my eyes at him. I don’t think I could’ve expected anything like this given his attitude toward me. If the carryon meant what I think it meant, he had a lot of nerve looking for a place to stay after the way he’d been acting. 

“Your bruises have faded,” he rocked on his heels, eyes flicking to the living room behind me. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, kicking the door aside for him. He murmured a small gratitude before stepping inside. I pushed the door shut behind us, draping the two of us in darkness. His blue eyes fixated on me. As if about to speak, he parted his lips. Nothing but a short exhale escaped his mouth. Furrowing his brows, he pursed his lips. 

Giving only a huff from my nose, I turned toward the fridge. If I had to put up with this, I could at least break into the case of beer in my fridge. My finger slid underneath the tab, pushing it open with a soft crack. I let my eyes flutter closed as I took a sip of the drink. 

“You look good,” he finally spoke. I shot him a quick glance over my shoulder. 

“How long are you off for?” I asked, not knowing why. Maybe to make conversation, maybe to know what I was getting into. 

“A week,” he said with a grin. “I took time off so I could see you.”

I couldn’t help the smile that crept across my face. I stepped forward, leaning against the counter. Maybe it was just a fluke, a momentary spell. With those eyes on me, that smile, he’s got to be back to his old self. 

“I was about to watch a movie if you wanted to join,” I said, bringing the can to my lips. 

I sank down onto the couch, pulling a blanket over my body. Johnny poured himself a glass of scotch. It was a Christmas gift he’d given me a year ago. A bottle of the top shelf stuff to make up for all the “lousy” beer I’d been drinking. I thumbed through Netflix, settling on a horror movie. Johnny always said he liked them. The cushions shifted as he sat down. Looking over at him, my smile soon faded as the loud thudding of the intro boomed over the speakers. 

He sat at the other end of the couch, knees tucked to his chest. His shoulders stiffened as he brought the glass to his lips. My eyes screwed shut. He had to be fucking with me, it had to be a joke. Any minute he’d curl up by my side, slide under the blanket, hands over me like we’d done so many times-

Was something wrong with me? Was this…distorted visage of myself too overbearing? Was he being malicious? Was he playing the long game?

He laughed at an obscene joke made by one of the characters. He laughed. How could he be laughing, seeming so casual? There’s no way this wasn’t intentional. No way this wasn’t some sort of ploy to tug at my heartstrings. Sure, he could’ve done it at any point, but doing it at my lowest?

“No fuckin’ way-” he shook his head, grinning brightly. “Did you see tha-”

I could feel his gaze on me, and it only seemed to spur me on more. I clenched my jaw tightly, pursing my lips into a thin line. 

“Everything good?” He asked, waving his hand in my peripheral. Without warning, my lips moved before I could think of what to say, how to phrase it so I don’t come off as an asshole-

“Is there something wrong with me?” I blurted out. A scream echoed over the speaker, accompanied by the low rumble of a chainsaw. His blue eyes widened, thick brows raising. 

“I don’t-”

“You won’t touch me. You haven’t since that mission. You- Christ, you won’t even fucking sit next to me!” I gestured to his curled up form. He sputtered, lips parting in a vain attempt to speak. “You act like I’m some fucking monster- and- and I can’t tell if it’s some sick, twisted mind game, or because of my busted fucking nose- or-”

“Stop!” His glass clattered as he set it on the coffee table. I drew my attention back to him. Thick tears streamed down his cheeks, soaking into his sweater. “You- you almost died. I wouldn’t even let go of your hand when they did CPR. I wouldn’t-” he paused, exhaling a shaky breath. “Every bit of you was broken. I stayed awake three nights straight, praying to god ye’d see me first when waking up.”

He reached a shaky hand out, only to let it drop to his side.

“I can’t explain it. Any time I touch you…” he paused, wiping his nose on the back of his hand. “I can’t stop thinking I’m going to hurt you.”

I could feel the tension leaving my body. My shoulders dropped, and in an instant my lungs expanded. My lips curled up into a crooked smile. 

“You’re fuckin’ stupid.” I laughed. “I’m sorry-” I clasped my hand over my mouth in a poor attempt to quell my laughter. “Please, just touch me. Hold me. You’re not going to break me, Johnny.” 

I pulled the blanket off of my body, making room for him beside me. With a small sniff, he moved closer. His palm skimmed across my bare calf. In an instant, he softened. His fingers skated up my thigh, over my hip. Exhaling a shaky breath, he wrapped his arms around my waist. I cradled his face in my hands. With the pad of my thumb I stroked away the tears on his blotchy cheeks. 

“I missed you.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. A soft noise rose from his chest as he trailed his lips over my jaw. His fingers flexed, gripping my sides tight. He hummed, pressing his face into the crook of my neck. He drew in a deep breath, undoubtedly taking in my shampoo, vanilla and cinnamon. 

He grunted, pushing my knee aside so he could settle between my legs. His “favorite spot” as he put it. Like reciting a script, my fingers ran up the back of his neck, carding through his messy Mohawk. Everything felt instinctual, exactly as it once was. 

He rested his cheek on my chest, gaze fixed forward on the TV. My longing was sated- somewhat. I felt my body sink into the couch below, any tension melting in his grasp. And yet one nagging thought swarmed around my brain like a buzzing mosquito. I wanted more. 

I yearned to relive the memory of his hands on my body. Sought it out like a moth to a flame. Glancing down at the man on my chest, I bit down on my lip.

“Your hearts racin’. S’it really that scary?” He tilted his head to look up at me. When his gaze settled on me, my expression, his eyes widened. Like a trained dog, he could tell in an instant what this meant. A single gaze could communicate even across the room- and it had many times.

“Johnny…” I spoke softly. 

“I really don’t think we should-” he shook his head. Turning down affection was out of character for sure, but turning down sex was almost more out of character. 

“It’s been almost two months, come on.” I whined. Two months since the mission, two months since we’d had sex. Two months since we last basked in each other’s touch, blissfully disregarding any established code of conduct. Two months since I’d even felt his bare skin. 

“I want to feel you,” I added, my grip on his hair tensing. Barely audible was the noise that fell from his tongue. His cerulean eyes darkened, turning his irises into deep navy pools. 

“I’ll eat you out, and nothing more.” He offered, voice stern and unyielding. My lips curled into a smile, a smug sign of victory. Quickly, I pursed my lips in a weak attempt to hide my assurance.

The cushions shifted as he moved, not between my legs, but onto his feet. Brows furrowing, I glanced up at him. 

“Our first time in two months isn’t gonnae be on a couch.”

He held his hand out for me. Staring at him through my lashes, I took his hand. His thick fingers laced with mine, tensing as he pulled me to stand. I leaned into his chest, pressing my lips to his in a slow kiss. I lingered on his lips, taking in every taste, every jagged bit of dried skin. Only then did I pull away. 

I trailed behind him as he stepped into my bedroom. I slid my palm across the wall, feeling for the plastic switch plate. With a click, the room lit up. I looped my finger into the collar of his sweater, tugging him behind me as I stood before the bed. The springs squeaked as I lowered myself onto the bed, scooting back just enough for my feet to just barely dangle off the bed. I curled one finger towards myself, urging him to step forward. 

“Just head, okay?” He stated again. I wonder if he too knew that was a boldfaced lie. John McTavish was not one to fuck his hand when he had me lying before him. 

“What’s head without some foreplay, huh?” I smirked, watching as the man moved to lie between my legs. Every move of mine from this point was calculated, from the way I crossed my ankles behind his back to the way I toyed with his shirt hem as I kissed him. His tongue ran across my bottom lip. With a soft moan I parted my lips for him. He groaned, licking into my mouth. 

I eased his shirt up over his abs, pushing higher and higher. Shifting his weight onto his knees, he pulled his sweater over his head, dropping it onto the floor. In an instant my hands were on his bare skin. His muscles tensed, shifting under his skin with every breath. 

“Come on, your turn.” His blue eyes skimmed across the faded screen printing on my shirt. A pang of anxiety struck in my chest. Every patch of scar tissue, every burn, every lingering bruise came back into my mind. Swallowing down my thoughts, I pulled the shirt from my body. 

I could feel his gaze raking across my scars, taking in the sight before him. Heat rushed to my cheeks as he looked back up at me. He leaned down, pressing his bare chest to mine. Beating heart against beating heart. His lips met mine, only this kiss was soaked in a softer feeling. 

He trailed his honey sweet kisses down my neck. I whined as his teeth grazed my skin, sinking in just enough to tease me. His tongue darted past his lips, laving over broken blood vessels and faint teeth marks. Down my collarbone his lips traveled. My back arched off of the bed when his lips wrapped around my nipple. His brows furrowed as he sucked, and then parted his lips to make way for his tongue. 

He kissed over my ribs, and down my stomach. I shuddered as he slipped his fingers underneath my shorts. He glanced up at me with a look laced with desperation, pupils drinking in every little reaction he pulled from me. I lifted my hips for him as he tugged my shorts down. 

I parted my legs for him, catching my bottom lip between my teeth. His pupils dilated as he took in my bare frame. 

“Missed you so much,” he mumbled softly as he slid his fingers up my core. “Such a pretty thing. So wet for me.”

Heat rushed to my face as I realized he wasn’t talking to me, but my cunt. His eyelids fluttered closed as he leaned in, dragging his tongue up my core. Instinctually, my hips jolted off of the bed. He groaned as I gripped his hair tight. 

I tossed my head back against the pillows as I melted into his touch. Every flick of his tongue, every brush of his facial hair against my skin had me coming undone. The tension, the pain, the self consciousness building over the past few weeks now lapped away by his tongue. 

He pressed open-mouthed kisses to my cunt, tongue sliding over my clit with fervor. Over his groans I could just barely hear the clinking of his belt. I watched as he took his cock in his hand, thick fingers wrapping around his shaft. 

He shook his head, attempting to push even closer to my twitching cunt. My chest rose and fell as I drew in ragged breaths. Every exhale I took was punctuated by desperate noises. 

My back arched painfully off of the bed, hips pushing further into his mouth. With a groan, he slid his palm up my body, reaching out to toy with my nipple. I felt myself falling deeper into sensation. A burning hot tension slowly built within my stomach, pulling tightly at my limbs. 

He wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking harshly. Tears welled in my eyes, only spurred on by the way his tongue moved against me. I could feel a growing desperation, bubbling like a geyser threatening to blow. 

I cried out his name, pulling tight on his curls. As if on their own, my hips began to rock against his face, begging for more stimulation. Anything to push me over the edge. Just a little more. 

The crescendo hit its peak with another harsh suck. The red hot spring in my stomach snapped. I clenched around nothing, cunt fluttering against his lips. My limbs contorted, muscles going taut as every one of my nerve endings ignited. It felt electric, jolting up the back of my spine and settling in my hips, a heavy pressure.

He pressed a chaste kiss to my clit before pulling away, blue eyes fixated on my heaving chest. I drew in heavy breaths, lungs burning with every bit of air. He pressed honeyed kisses to my thighs, hand still stroking up and down his length. 

“Johnny, please just fuck me.” I whined, twirling my finger around one of his loose curls. “I need to feel you.”

He bit down on his bottom lip, brows furrowing. His blue eyes flicked across my bare body, before settling back on my dripping cunt. The mattress squeaked as he shifted onto his knees. His warm fingers splayed over my knees as he tugged my legs over his hips. 

“Look what you do to me,” he said, voice laced with lust. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and slowly began rutting his leaking head against my clit. His jaw went slack, a soft noise falling from his tongue. He pulled back, lining his cock up with my entrance. With a nudge of his hips, he slowly pushed inside of me. 

“Fuck-” he sputtered, eyes fixated on my cunt as I swallowed him up. Every inch he gave me, I took, body craving his touch. “Takin’ me so well,” he groaned. 

His hips stilled as he bottomed out. With a soft moan, I looped my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him flush to my chest. His lips met mine in a tender kiss, swallowing up any noises that fell from my mouth.

He began to slowly roll his hips, groaning into my mouth. His cock dragged against my insides, sparking pleasure in my stomach. I missed this, missed being filled up by him. Missed all the little noises he’d make. 

His pace was slow, and he took his time feeling every inch of me. He savored my cunt, slowly rocking both of our bodies against the mattress. His fingers dug into my hips, groping my flesh tightly. 

“I’m not gonna last long,” he said, pulling away to look at me with those deep blue eyes. 

“That’s okay, just wanna feel you.” I cradled his cheeks in my hand, facial hair tickling my palms. The look he gave me was one of intoxication. He’d been drinking me in all night, and it was finally beginning to show. 

With every deep stroke, I could feel his cock head nuzzling against my cervix. He filled me up deliciously, gentle stretch burning in my loins. It felt natural, instinctual, the way he toyed with my body. 

“Take what you need, Johnny.” I spoke with half-lidded eyes. My words stirred something in him. His pace began to quicken as he lost himself in pleasure. Soft clapping echoed through the room as his hips met mine. 

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, pressing sloppy kisses against my skin. He left behind a trail of saliva and bruises that were sure to stay with me for a week. I’d wear them proudly as a mark of companionship. A mark that I made it through.

The tension in my core returned. Like a red hot steel spring slowly contracting. Tensing, squeezing my organs tight. My head fell back against the pillows, fingers firmly holding his hair. 

I took in shaky, shallow breaths, letting my eyelids flutter closed. His moans grew higher in pitch, more frequent, more unrestrained. My mouth fell open, a stream of incoherent babbles and praises falling off the tip of my tongue. His pace grew erratic, arrhythmic, and hastier as he reached his climax. Moaning against my skin, he thrusted into me, cock twitching as he came. 

The searing hot coil snapped once more, igniting jolts of static in my sticky limbs. I held onto him tight, tight enough to feel his pounding heart against mine. Right where I wanted him. I seized around him, milking his orgasm and drawing a breathy whine from him. He pressed his lips to my neck, muffling his melodic moans. 

His cock softened inside me, cum spilling down my thighs. With a soft huff he pulled out, laying at my side. I felt my lips curling into a smile as I reached out, tugging a thick blanket over our bodies. He held my face in his hands, blue eyes taking in my expression. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his. 

-

“Well, your bloodwork and physical checks out.” Price said, thumbing through the packet of paperwork. Johnny stood behind me, resting his elbows on the back of my chair. I tapped my foot against the hardwood flooring, unable to quell the excitement bubbling in my gut. 

This meant I could be taken off leave, and finally be able to move back onto base. While this sabbatical was relaxing- and boring- to say the least, thinking of being back on the field stirred something in me. Excitement was one word to describe it, ‘home’ would be another. 

“Except one thing,” Price added, sliding a paper across the desk. My stomach dropped. Nausea swelled in my throat as I glanced at the paper. I was unable to make out any of the words. Positive. I knew what that meant. But what was- what was-

“You’re pregnant.”

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oh no I'm just blind

also I found the pincushion! which is nice because I was running out of space on the squishy pen I have

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