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Leonardo (TMNT 2014-2016)- Chapter 2

He didn’t tell Vincent about the encounter, or his brothers. He wasn’t sure what to tell. That you had him right where you wanted him for the second time and you just walked away. That even though he knew he should have apprehended you and alerted the police, that some part of him was a bit relieved that you’d gotten away.

He was conflicted.

Patrols after that made him weary. Like he would see you at some point, and his feelings of uncertainty would return. He knew deep down that you weren’t a bad person. But his head wouldn’t let him justify the killings you were doing. Because it was wrong.

So he waited. At that same point every other day in hopes that he could see you again. He’d run there around the same time after. Just waiting. Staring at the sky and wondering what mayhem you were probably causing.

For months he kept it up, but there was no sign of you.

He was beginning to wonder if you’d gotten way over your head.

Then one day Donnie had asked that you all meet at April’s.

There was a set up much like in the lair just like Donnie’s. She was a reporter after all. This particular room was strictly for solving cases and stopping crime. All the while getting the main scope.

Donnie was busy clicking on the keys. Vincent stood with her arms crossed and when Leo saw your picture on the screen his eyes widened.

“That’s her!!”

He could never forget your face.

“I’ve been putting together a collective profile on her ever since that day. I generated an artificial facial recognition scan and compared it to the case we dealt with. The way she moved, I thought it might not have been the first time.” Donnie stuck a flash drive into the computer, and when the file popped up, they stared at the information. Or lack thereof.

“Why is it blank?” April asked.

“Because according to my search, this woman does not exist.” Leo was speechless.

“I aint like the sound of that. We all saw her. Ya saying she’s some type of ghost?” Raph looked annoyed.

“Not exactly.” Donnie continued swiping files. This time when your image appeared, it was in a crowded area. It wasn’t the only one either. A number of different images were present. All from different angles and cities. Possibly countries.

“This is a lot bigger than any of us realize. We thought she was just operating on a local scale. “ Donnie pulled a news article.

“June 25th, 2015.Tokyo Japan. The Yakuza organization responsible for the trafficking ring was demolished.” Donnie pulled a photo as he spoke. You were completely blended in with the other group.

“Look at the time stamp.” Donnie instructs.

They all lean closer.

“June 24th..She was there a day before it happened. “ Leo mumbles. Donnie nods.

“December 6th 2015, Sochi, Russia. Assassination attempt on a civil rights activist is disrupted by an unknown vigilante. “

“January 12th 2016, Bristol, United Kingdom. Supremacy group disbanded, responsible for over two dozen deaths.”

Each country that he crossed off was followed by an image of you in that location.

“She’s targeting crime on a global scale..” Vincent states. Donnie nods, leaning back in his chair.

“Whoever this is, she’s not just stopping crime. She’s completely eliminating it. She’s been doing this a lot longer than we even realized. Her prints are somehow untraceable. I have no idea how she’s traveling. It’s possible that her tech skills go beyond even what I am capable of. “ Even Donnie knew when he’d met his match.

“Whoever she is, catching her is near impossible. This woman is unstoppable. “ Donnie explained.

None of them knew how to process the information.

~~~

When their little group meeting ended, Leo was alone with his thoughts. He’d completely underestimated you. As he ventured to the building to clear his head, his eyes lifted at the figure standing in his spot.

He stopped, and you turned.

“Long time no see.”

You sound so casual. This time you don’t have your weapon drawn.

“Why do you do it?”

He doesn’t need to explain, you understand what he’s asking.

“For the same reason you do. “

“You don’t have to kill. You’re strong. Powerful. Strategic. We can stop people without the casualties.”

His eyes look almost like a cry for you to take his hand and join him.

You just smile.

“I’m not going to change my ideology just because you flash those baby blues.” Leo was disheartened at the statement.

“You stand for justice, so do I. We just have different views. I’ve seen the work that you have done, and you do make a difference. But your faith in others, especially the human race, that’s your biggest weakness. You protect and serve, just like the police. But you aren’t one of them. They will never see you as one of them.”

“I don’t want to be seen as anyone. I’m me.”

You respect that.

“You’re a unique case. A part of me really wishes that I could be like that.”

“You can!” You shake your head.

“That’s the difference between me and you. You’re hopeful and just. You’re the very definition of a hero. I’m a killer. And as long as there are people out there that take pleasure in causing pain to others, then I’ll be there to stop them. Permanently. “

Leo’s expression fell, and he watched as you moved closer to the ledge.

“Never lose that spark baby blue.”

It was a teasing nickname. But he couldn’t help but feel comforted by it. You leap right off the building, and Leo’s eyes followed.

He’d never stop trying.

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👏 Life Without A Cape: Letting Go of the Hero’s/Savior’s Complex

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POLY MARAUDERS | HEROES IN TATTOOS PRT.6

06 : SELFISH DESIRES

SUM : it's your chance to make amends and push aside your selfish desires - your heart will ache but they're worth it 

TAGS. : modern au ; muggle au ; tattoo artist james potter ; piercer remus lupin ; angst ; idiots in love ; unexpected turn of events ; sirius is the main character here ; jk jk ; it's you~ hehe~ ; you'll see what i mean ; wolfstar have a heated argument ; i almost cried writing it ; i hate seeing them like that ; poor james ; james needs a hug ; regulus makes an appearance! ; dramatic sirius black ; regulus is a good brother ; sirius being an instigator ; we love him for it though ; you can't just leave them again! ; no fluff here kiddos ; but kiddos stay away! ; just cover your innocent eyes! 

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“You’re disgusting,” Sirius manages an indifferent glance over at his younger brother before resuming his miserable, unmoving position on the sofa — Regulus’ sofa. The obvious detachment Sirius has to the situation only stirs his younger brother’s bubbling anger, “It’s almost been a full month! And you’re letting yourself rot away on my sofa; get a hold of yourself!” No response. Regulus shakes his head with a drawn out sigh, “you usually don’t stay around this long whenever there’s an argument… I wonder what’s happened this time…”

Deeming his older brother completely hopeless, Regulus returns to his sparse but sleek kitchen just as the kettle whistles its readiness to be poured for tea.   

Sirius breaths an audible sigh and grimaces at the stench of his breath. The mix of excessive alcohol, countless cigarettes and mountains of junk food didn’t make for a good concoction on his tongue, definitely not for fresh breath. When was the last time he had brushed his teeth? He brings a hand up to push straggling strands of hair away from his view but grumbles when the curls had knotted up too much for him to comb his hair back uninterrupted. Stone grey eyes look down at his figure, stagnant and pale, weighed heavy from low spirits. 

What followed the night you left their flat was the worst fight they have ever had. It was mainly between him and Remus while James remained in the background, too downhearted to contribute anything to the verbal warfare happening before him. He was spoiled with love since birth. As an only child with loving parents, who never fought in front of him, whenever Sirius and Remus argued, James was left paralysed with despair. It was always shocking to him how nasty those fights became; his parents never fought like that. Sirius could see it in his sweet hazel eyes that James wanted desperately to have peace but didn’t know how to steer things in that direction. He had tried before, many times, to defuse the situation but both Sirius and Remus were too stubborn and hot-headed from the argument as well as their suddenly stark differences in opinion to back down. 

As unfortunate as it is to think about, these fights happened often, recurring in the same exact way – originating from opposing opinions, primarily between him and Remus. They would try to keep it together but it would just keep piling up until someone snaps and then there’s no dispelling their disputes. James either takes a side or none at all (usually the later) and Sirius storms out of the flat to stay with Regulus. 

He should feel guilty for being such a burden to his younger brother. He should have more pride in himself than to allow Regulus to ever see him in such a depressed and unpleasant state. Lack of hygiene, self care and self maintenance manifests into something so repulsive and unsightly, Sirius would usually be back and making amends within a week or two – encouraged by his own lack of cleanliness and his commitment to run from the disease of laziness. 

But it’s been more than that now. Nearly a month, Regulus says. Time just passes by, slow and tolerant, so unlike him, and yet, Sirius still managed to lose complete track of it. This is the longest they’ve ever had a dispute without reconciling.  

His own stubbornness is definitely a factor. He had been right all along. If only they, mostly Remus, had listened to him. James was fully on board but Remus was stubbornly defiant and managed to convince the former otherwise. 

“Do you think she’s the type of person who would embrace such an unconventional relationship with open arms?!”

“That’s not what I’m saying, Moony,” Sirius grits his teeth, his inner thoughts and reasoning ached to be heard and let out coherently. In his mind, it all made sense to do things the way he suggests, so why couldn’t his boyfriend understand him?! It doesn’t even seem like he’s trying to listen to him at this point! “She won’t understand if we don’t say anything to her! We have to be forward and bold! Do it now before something happens!”

“Nothing. Is. Going. To. Happen!”

“How can you be so sure? We need to be honest with her, it’s not fair to her and it’s, frankly, deceitful to keep her in the dark about all this!”

“We can’t be too sure that she’ll accept us. If that happens then we’ll never see her again– I don’t want that, do you?!” 

“We won’t know unless we say something, do something, anything!”

“Please just trust me, Siri,” Remus begs, his loud voice lowering to a soft plea, his beautiful brown eyes no longer fierce or piercing but kind and warm again, with a hint of fear. Sirius can sympathise with that creeping terror, an anxiety that wants to swallow you whole and keep you in a dark abyss for eternity, “I don’t want to frighten her…”

The first time, Sirius gave in, weak for his love and weak for the reasoning behind his proposal on the matter concerning you. The dark-haired tattooist couldn’t fault his lover for that but, in hindsight, he should have argued his side more, maybe then, you wouldn’t have disappeared like that…

“Hey, your phone won’t stop pinging,” Regulus alerts, appearing out of thin air and surprising Sirius enough to sit up and alert with wide eyes, “will you finally read their messages to you?” with some reluctance, Sirius reaches for his phone and proceeds to look through his messages while Regulus takes a seat opposite him, a steaming cup of tea in hand.

The younger Black brother was just about to begin reading another one of his classic novel favourites when a rush of air flew by him, ruffling the small strands of hair and whipping about the billowing steam from his mug of tea. Moments later, the sound of his shower turning on full blast echos through his flat and a smile graces his lips. 

“It’s about time…”

Lingering guilt had plagued you all night long and you barely managed to get a wink of sleep. It, however, meant that you were able to better prepare lunch for the boys the following day. While cooking, you abandon all negative feelings to focus on only the good, not wanting any harmful emotions to diffuse into the food and saturate it with bad tastes. Your eyebags weren’t a pretty sight but it was easily fixable with a touch of makeup. 

You tried to look your best for the day. Fortunately, the early summer sun inspired your motivations further. Yes, you’ve made the terrible mistake of selfishly pushing them away to nurse your own battered soul and unrequited feelings, but this was your time to make amends, to make things right… to see Sirius again. 

You never felt right after you accused him of cheating on Remus and James with each other, only to find out that he was far more loving and loyal than that. You were embarrassed and ashamed to have ever thought so negatively about him, jumping to conclusions like an immature, thoughtless child. It was wonderful seeing James and Remus again, your heart was practically soaring in your chest as it disregarded all lingering feelings of misery and dejection. But now, your chest felt incredibly tight as your heart ached to catch a simple glimpse of Sirius.  

You carefully pack away the lovingly prepared food and desserts into your largest, most durable shopping bag before getting dressed. It was only natural that you managed to make more than you usually made for the boys, seeing as you wanted to spoil them rotten after being so childish the last few weeks. Since the weather was pleasant, you opted for a cute mini dress with a light, flowy material that was comfortable and soft. Over top, you wore a cropped cardigan that had long sleeves, enough to reach past your fingertips. For jewellery, you wore a simple necklace and slipped into a strappy pair of mid-heeled platforms that weren’t too tall. Casual but cute. 

Approaching the studio doors, your grip on the strap of your bag tightens and your breath hitches. They hadn’t taken the notice down and the bold, red letters of their ‘CLOSED’ sign glared at you angrily. 

Were they inside? Should you knock? Neither Remus or James actually agreed to your sudden choice to meet for lunch the night before. Did this mean that they didn’t want you to be in their lives anymore?... But… but you wanted to make things right! You wanted to apologise! You want to be friends with them again! You’ll tell them right away – tell them how you would do anything just to remain by their side, even if it’s just as a friend, you’ll be happy for them! You won’t be selfish anymore, you won’t covet anything more than friendship with them, that’s all you want! Not that they’ve ever heard of your true desires—

“Well?” A familiar voice speaks up behind you, putting an abrupt end to your panicked inner monologue, “Aren’t you going to knock?” 

Swiftly spinning in place, you smile brightly at the biker and tattooist standing before you, dressed in all black, with heavy, lace-up boots and his signature leather jacket, “Sirius!” 

He doesn’t breathe a word to you, eyeing your hefty bag before briefly meeting your eyes and making his way over. His long strides made it so that he reached you in no time but he didn’t stop. With a light gasp, he had backed you up into the left of their studio’s double-door front entrance. You held your breath and kept your eyes shut tight, not knowing what to do as your heart pounded deafeningly against your eardrums. 

A moment passes and you feel his hand brush against yours before your portly bag of packed food is taken from you. A wave of relief washed over your aching shoulder as the weight disappeared but such a diminutive alleviation of discomfort couldn’t swamp the trepidation in your heart. Sirius was different. 

“Siri–”

“Let’s head inside,” he had opened the right hand door and easily slipped through with your bag. Alone and in the quiet, you felt like crying. You wanted to cry, desperately but you knew that it would offer little to no reassurance. So, with a heavy heart, you followed Sirius inside and closed the studio door behind you. 

The air was stale but, in it, lingered a familiar scent that you had come to love, it was a clean, almost clinical smell from the regular use of disinfectant and bleach. You love this parlour so much, it was filled with so many good memories, ones of soft affection through tender words and gentle caresses. Despite the earlier interaction, you couldn’t help but smile just from the wave of romantic sentiment washing over you. 

“You’re here,” Remus greets with a tired smile as James sits on the opposite end of the sofa with a shy grin directed towards you, his hazel eyes looking elsewhere.

“Sorry if I’m late,” you managed a weak smile, “I didn’t know if the door was open or not. Thankfully, Sirius was there to help me in,” Sirius didn’t sit down despite the many available seating spaces and chose to lean his back against a far wall, instead. James couldn’t meet your eyes and Remus was sneakily massaging his temple as he leaned his face against his large hand, “let’s eat, shall we? I hope you guys are hungry,”  

It was never this awkward. Or quiet. Especially when sharing your homemade lunch together. James would usually be giving you endless praise through large, mid-chewed mouthfuls while Sirius laughed at the ridiculous sounds and faces he’d pull trying to speak coherently through the mouthful of food, and Remus would shake his head, his amusement by the display evident in the warm glimmer of his eyes. However, James doesn’t have as big of an appetite today and Sirius stands alone with his tupperware, barely touching his food. Remus is the only one eating a substantial amount besides you. Although, you’ve gradually slowed your own chewing. 

What have you done?... 

What happened to all of you?

Your shame brought your gaze down, making your head weigh heavier than usual as you give up on communicating anything with the boys. This wasn’t how it was meant to go…what should you do now? The pain in your heart was unbearable. 

Shoulders slumped and confidence dried up, you struggled to think of what to do. You should have prepared a speech or something. It was naive of you to think that simply coming over with a homemade lunch would fix anything. Things are never going to be the same, no matter how much you hope and pray for them to be. 

You’re hopeless… completely and utterly hopeless…

This was your worst fear come to life. You had feared rejection but seeing them unloving towards each other, barely communicating and broken apart, your stomach collapsed in on itself as your heart fell to a million pieces. You didn’t utter a single word of loving them romantically aloud and yet, you still managed to get in between their relationship. This was a sentiment of how selfish of a person you are. 

How could you do this to them?! They were your friends, who saved you from the worst night of your life, and you repay them like this?! Shameful. Disgusting. You don’t think you could ever look at yourself in the mirror again.  

The skirt of your mini dress blurs on your lap and you have to bite your lip to keep from sobbing out loud. The tears, however, you couldn’t stop them. Hopefully, they’re all too distracted to see you silently weeping and you can gather yourself before turning tail and running out of there. 

Today is a complete disaster—

“Don’t cry, angel, please!” James jumps up and rushes to your side, kneeling down at your feet as he takes your hands in his and tries to meet your gaze through the puddle of tears in your eyes. His words immediately catch Remus and Sirius’ attention and they both begin to make their way over, evident worry swimming in their eyes but you refuse to acknowledge any of that as your mind drowns in all manner of negative thought.  

You shake your head, hearing the flurry of footfalls around you and wishing them away silently, “I shouldn’t have come here today…” you whisper. 

“What was that?” James patiently asks, voice soft and sweet and kind, it makes you want to fall into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” you speak clearer and stand abruptly, “enjoy the lunch,” the haste and sorrow in your shaking voice makes their heart drop and they’re brought back to that fateful night once more. You don’t meet their eyes as you turn and push past them to leave, almost running through the hallway of their studio just to reach the door and make a quick escape. 

“THIS!” Sirius’ roaring voice suddenly cuts through the studio like a knife, making you stop in your tracks and turn around slowly. The door to the lounge room was still open, before it Sirius and Remus stood in an aggressive confrontation, both taking on a defensive stance as they faced each other, all while James remained in the background, clutching at his head as he slumped forward on the sofa, “THIS IS WHAT I MEANT! IF YOU HAD JUST LISTENED TO ME–” 

“I DIDN’T SAY WHAT I SAID WITHOUT REASON SIRIUS! YOU KNOW MY EXACT THOUGHTS ABOUT ALL THIS!” Remus shouts back, the veins in his neck bulging out from his fierce anger, the blood rushing in his cheeks making him look just about ready to violently explode. 

“BUT–”

“—YOU CAN’T FAULT ME FOR THAT!” Remus continues, not allowing Sirius to speak.   

“WELL YOU CAN’T FAULT ME FOR MY REASONING EITHER!”

You’re horrified at the scene. Sirius and Remus look ready to tear each other apart as James looks on hopelessly, not knowing what to do or how to diffuse the situation, completely torn between supporting one or the other. Without thinking, you rush back and skid to a stop between the two hot-blooded men. Their fuming rage was like a turbulent inferno whose flames licked viciously at your skin, ready to burn you and spread the hostility. 

“The both of you need to calm down!” you shout, pushing them away from each other and creating a safe distance between. Your tears had already run dry, replaced by the trembling terror shaking your limbs. 

“Don’t worry about us Dove,” Remus manages to voice through gritted teeth, his glowering eyes never leaving Sirius’, “you can leave and we’ll sort this out,”

“Sort this out like usual huh?—”

“—Don’t taunt me, Sirius,”

“That won’t solve anything, you idiot!” Sirius flings his arms up and James just barely manages to pull you away from being accidentally hit. Neither of the two seem to notice and James expresses his apology in lovingly nuzzling your temple, his lips puckering to kiss your skin but refraining and stepping away abruptly. You try not to feel the heartache his actions elicit in you.

“SHUT UP!” you’ve never heard Remus sound so angry and venomous before, it makes your heart stutter in fear and worry. You can’t leave now; this disagreement can’t end well without some form of intervention and James isn’t fairing too well with that – he needs someone there for him too, just to feel, somewhat, grounded through all of this, “She doesn’t have to hear all of this!”

“We wouldn’t have to be saying ‘all of this’ if you had. Just. LISTENED. TO. ME!”

“You’re being ridiculous!”

“Ridiculous?!” Sirius growls lowly, his countenance scrunching up into a foul expression —an antithesis to his elegant features, “I’ll show you!” it was then that Sirius turns to face you and approaches with purpose in his long strides, unstopping like he did earlier when outside the studio. 

“SIRIUS—!”

Sirius backs you up into the wall behind you, “—Everything Could Have Been As Easy As Doing This!” you didn’t know what to prepare yourself for but Sirius firmly gripping your chin and pulling you into a deep kiss was not one of them. In your shock, you let out a surprised but muffled moan, slowly falling into the blissful embrace and reciprocating eagerly. 

Did you faint earlier? Was this all a dream?... 

…Dream or not, you like this very much!  

James and Remus watch at the bold display, disbelief shining clear in their eyes as Sirius has his way with you. But you don’t see them, you don’t see anyone or anything, all you know is that Sirius kisses like an experienced lover from fantasy and he wasn’t shy about loving you up. Not knowing what to do with your hands, you let Sirius guide them over your head to cuff your wrists together with his large hand, his other snaking around your waist to pull you closer and deepen the kiss. 

He tastes like spearmint gum and smokey cigarette smoke, his lips tinted in cherry lip balm for sweetness. What an addictive taste. You can’t get enough. 

But air is a necessity and just as you were beginning to run out of breath, Sirius pulls away, panting heavily. He doesn’t wait for a single second to pass before diving his head into your neck, where he peppers feathery but fervid kisses along your sensitive skin and smiles to himself when you slip out a moan. You sound beautiful. He needs to hear more. Sirius doesn’t stop, he sucks and licks and kisses and nuzzles along your neck like the tease he is, drawing out every quivering whimper and pretty moan you were desperately trying to contain. 

You keep your eyes tightly shut, too embarrassed to meet the eyes of Remus or James. Their gaze on you left behind a searing, phantom mark that developed into a displeasing itch. An itch that could only be satisfied if they kissed you too.

…So selfish. God! When will you stop?!

Ashamed of your gradually increasing volume, you seal your mouth shut in a stubborn attempt to suppress your pleasure. How did his lips and tongue feel so good on your skin? His touch made your knees weak and your legs shake, without his support, you don’t think you would stay standing for long. 

Just as you were able to swallow every embarrassing sound that tried to escape, James was beside you, his warm breath on your cheek as he silently urged Sirius to give way, “you need help staying quiet, angel?” he whispers and doesn’t wait for an answer, briefly meeting your eyes before he’s closing them to kiss you sweetly. It started off sweet. Sweet and loving like James before suddenly becoming very dominating and overwhelming. You were being devoured and the thought was undeniably arousing. They were both on you, Sirius kissing away at your neck as James savoured the taste of your lips before bullying his way into your awaiting mouth. He swallowed your moans for you as Sirius defiantly persisted, urging you with seductive lips to make more.  

Overwhelmed but so content. 

You were drowning in bliss and you never wanted to break away from it. 

“DIDN’T I SAY!” Remus shouts, stopping all activity and leaving you strung up high as the boys slowly pull away, not too far but enough for all of you to meet Remus’ unreadable stare. The boys look over their shoulder to observe their commanding lover, their large frames tense before moving their eyes down and slowly smirking, the tension evaporating off their figures as you’re left to rebuild another tower of anxiety from your lower stomach, “Didn’t. I. Say. We. Were. Going. To. Savour. Her?”

What?

Your shocked, wide-eyed stare meets Remus’ cool and, almost, unfeeling gaze. Once again, your knees buckled under you and you were caught by Sirius and James. Held in place by their hot, firm hands and the press of their toned physiques. 

What did he just say?

Unable to keep his stare, your eyes slowly fall down the tall brunette’s figure. Capturing his beautiful, full lips; taking in the delicious column on his neck; observing the wide expanse of his shoulders and chest; drifting down to gulp at his veiny arms and hands before landing on... 

Oh~

A/N : no fluff, but something better right? a little sneak peak on how i write spicy things but it's readable hehe~  

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Olympic Games in Gaza 💔

In light of the fact that the world enjoys watching the Olympic Games held in France On the second half of planet Earth, there is also a game of lumpyum (of a different kind). Here we run, not to win a medal, but to obtain drinking water. Here, we board ships made with minimal means, not to enjoy rowing, but to obtain food to feed our family. What an unfair life You are our last hope

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Thigh Riding (Saitama)

TAGS: Saitama/F!reader, thigh riding, smut, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“I wonder how long you can keep this up for…”

Angry veins bulge against the skin of Saitama’s hands and pulse alongside his temple, body as still as a statue even as you proceed to hump his leg like a bitch in heat. Your shirt had been lifted up and bra pulled down to free your breasts that jiggle enticingly in front of your husband’s face as you rub your wet heat against his thick thigh.

This was...training.

Yes, a new kind of training meant to test the bald hero’s endurance and self-control even as his rock-hard cock valiantly poked against the front of his shorts, desperately yearning to be enveloped within the tight wetness of your pussy. It was a waste for your juices to coat his thigh when it could be dripping all over his member and making a mess on his balls instead.

“My, my...only a few more minutes left. You’re doing a marvelous job, honey~” 

Though your words seemed innocent enough, the fact that you whispered it breathily straight into his ears as your hips undulated and bucked even more wildly on his leg was anything but innocent.

But he tried to persevere anyway.

If he could get past these last few minutes then his training will comple‒

“I can’t wait to finally have this big cock split me open as soon as possible. You really know how to tease me, darling~” 

Fuck it.

Your surprised shriek is muffled by the hero’s lips when he swiftly pins you to the ground.

[nyx-is-hair-goals]

H2 predictions: Jason, Ananke, Olympians

OKAY SO. I have a bunch of theories about what will happen in Hades 2 and I wanted to get them written down before the next update! Caveat: I don't think any of this is definite and I'm not going to throw a fit if I'm wrong; I just really enjoy this kind of theorising and extrapolating, and I figured other people might enjoy reading it too.

SOME SPOILERS FOR HADES 2 BELOW - mostly just which NPCs already exist in the world and the structure of the game . . . . .

I'm expecting two more levels - one that's the ascent up the mountain, and one that's up at the top of it. This would be a satisfying mirror to the structure of the path down to the Underworld. I have theories about the next Guardian(s), and how the other Olympian gods will show up.

GUARDIAN THEORY 1: Jason (of the Argonauts) will be a Guardian on the upwards path - probably of the 'ascent up the mountain' section, at the head of Chronos' invasion. Here's why I think this:

We know that with the underworld's gates open, there are shades with names and memories who are wandering free and able to physically impact the world (e.g. Icarus). So it'd make sense that Chronos could conscript the shades of heroes into his army as well as the more zombie-like shades that we've fought on the ships.

He's got a lot of reason to dislike witches and the gods, and therefore side against Olympus and Melinoe/Hecate. It was Aphrodite and Hera who arranged his relationship with Medea, and that did not end well. Medea was the demi-goddess and witch who helped him out of various scrapes on his quest, but then when he abandoned her, she killed their children and Jason's new wife, then fled in Helios' chariot with divine approval, while Jason lost his favour with the gods for betraying Medea. (Side note: Helios is not an Olympian god, but he's brother to Selene and Eos, who are both aligned with Melinoe in the game's narrative - might end up being relevant? Probably too much of a deep cut though.)

He's heavily associated with the Golden Fleece, which is a thematic/aesthetic link to Chronos and his new Golden Age.

He's best-known for his adventures on the ship Argo, which both a) means he'd make sense as a character to choose for heading up the fleet across the Rift of Thessaly, and b) positions him as a foil to Odysseus. Like Odysseus, Jason met Circe and accepted hospitality from her; like Odysseus, Jason encountered the Sirens on his long voyage.

He's got a lot of history with Medea AND Heracles, tying him in neatly with the other NPCs we've met on the surface. Medea hasn't (afaik) mentioned Jason at all in her dialogue (and in fact very much avoided the question when Melinoe asked if she had a family), but her Keepsake is a Blackened Fleece, which is a clear reference to her part in Jason's adventures. Heracles travelled with them both on the Argo, and seemingly had a somewhat antagonistic relationship with Jason. (Side note: Jason also has history with Orpheus, who we haven't seen at all yet in this game - he wasn't in any of the flashback sequences and so doesn't seem to be a prisoner of time like much of the House of Hades. Maybe he'll show up as an unwilling companion to Jason? Not super likely, but an outside chance!)

Having an asshole Greek hero as the Guardian of the third level is a nice parallel to Theseus in the original game

OLYMPIANS THEORY:

We know that we're getting Athena, Ares, and Dionysus in some form. From in-game dialogue, we know that Athena and Ares are busy with the war effort, while Dionysus is not actively participating. I suspect they will not be giving boons in the way that the other Olympians are; I think they'll be giving boons like Artemis and Hades are, i.e. one-off roaming character events or chambers with the wing sigil.

(Because adding three new full sets of boons to the existing suite would be A Lot in terms of balance; because it'd involve expanding a bunch of the Fated List prophecies and making people in EA complete the new version of them [not impossible but probably something they'd prefer to avoid]; and - most importantly - because it's thematically appropriate!)

I think Dionysus is almost certainly going to be in a wing-sigil chamber - we know he isn't participating actively in the war against Chronos because he finds it too depressing, so it makes sense to me that he might be in a chamber where he's managed to carve out some space for fun and festivity. This might be in the 'ascent' level or the 'mountaintop' level - the latter feels a little more likely. I think he'll be offering boons related to healing and damage resistance - I'd expect to see things like High Tolerance, Positive Attitude, After Party, and Premium Vintage. If there's a version of Strong Drink, I'd expect the damage bonus to be buffed, as if he's a chamber NPC in the third section of the game then there are way fewer opportunities to use it. I think there's an outside chance that he offers something like a cast add-on which replicates Festive Fog and/or Hangover, stunning enemies who walk in and/or doing DOTs, but in general I don't expect status curses to come from gods who can only give you one boon per run.

Ares is more likely to be a wandering NPC, probably in the style of Hercules or Nemesis, and probably in the 'ascent' level - he's out there in the thick of the battle, having a great time drenched in the blood of his enemies, and I think there'll be some kind of element where you need to impress him with how good at violence you are in order to get any benefits from him. I think he'll give out boons buffing damage (e.g. Battle Rage, Urge to Kill) and maybe something which makes a Blade Rift at the centre of your cast.

Athena I could go either way on - I initially theorised that she'd be a wandering NPC who functions very similarly to Artemis, showing up in the middle of a fight and offering you help during it and then a single boon. However, as the goddess of TACTICAL warfare rather than just war, I could also see her being in a 'war room' chamber in the topmost level where she's directing and strategising.

But either way, I think that having one boon-dispensing chamber god in the topmost level would be a nice parallel to having Hades in Tartarus, and it seems super likely that it'll be either Athena or Dionysus.

Oh, I also think there'll be some kind of interaction/resolution happening between Athena and Arachne, where you mediate some kind of understanding between them (or at least help them both to move on). Where the first Hades game had a lot of reuniting lovers (Orpheus/Eurydice, Achilles/Patroclus, Hades/Persephone), a theme of Hades II seems to be moving on from relationships and dynamics that weren't good for you or otherwise leaving things in the past (Echo/Narcissus, Odysseus/his family, Odysseus/Circe, Odysseus/Scylla…)

So, that's the gods theorising. I'm sure I'm not the first person to posit most of this stuff, but honestly, that's just a sign SuperGiant are good at foreshadowing.

GUARDIAN THEORY 2: My co-conspirator NibblyCultist suggests that the final Guardian of the Olympus path will drop 'Entropy' (the second component in the 'Dissolution of Time' incantation, which also requires Zodiac Sand from Chronos) - and that this might be dropped by Ananke.

In the mythology, Ananke is the sister/lover of Chronos, and the personification of inevitability, compulsion, and necessity - which feels appropriate to a character who drops 'Entropy'. The details of this theory will, by necessity (pun intended), be a lot vaguer in terms of who Ananke might be in relation to Chronos, because we know that SuperGiant have made a lot of tweaks to the geneology of the gods and titans in order to make everything less incestuous, and there's been no mentioned version of Ananke in the games as far as I can tell. But whether sister, lover, or neither, Ananke is someone who would make sense to be aligned with Chronos.

In some traditions, Ananke is the mother of the Three Fates and has an amount of authority over them. While we know that 'our' version of the Three Fates are the daughters of Nyx, I wonder if Ananke might be in some way the captor of the Three Fates, and Melinoe needs to defeat her in order to rescue them? Maybe defeating Jason would be just breaking the siege on Olympus, and the next location is in fact Melinoe going somewhere else entirely in order to save the three fates? Or perhaps it's another 'path' entirely that becomes accessible after you defeat both the upward and downward routes - maybe via the Pitch-Black Stone, or otherwise through the power of the Crossroads.

If we see Ananke, she'll probably be portrayed as a Titaness, even though she's technically not described as one, she's just the primordial personification of inevitability. (How is it possible that she's not a Titan despite being Chronos' sister? Well, there's an extremely long-standing conflation between Chronos (the primordial personification of Time) and Cronus (the scythe-bearing Titan who ruled over the Golden Age until being defeated by his Olympian progeny and thrown into Tartarus) - this has been happening since classical antiquity and is why 'Father Time' is shown with a scythe.) This would track with SuperGiant's rendering of Hecate and Selene as Titanesses - it seems to be the category used for pre-Olympian / primordial / chthonic gods who aren't part of the Chaos/Nyx family tree.

I realise we've had no foreshadowing for Ananke, and if we were to assume a) the final boss of the Olympus path is a Titan and b) it's someone who has been foreshadowed, then the more obvious candidate would be Hyperion (in SG's setting, the father of Demeter, Hestia, and Hera). He's been mentioned a few times as another Titan who was put down by his Olympian children. But also, I think it's less thematically interesting / satisfying. With having a shiny golden Titan at the lowest point of the underworld, a darker and scarier Titaness at the highest point of the Olympus path feels pleasingly balanced, in terms of the paths mirroring each other. And that link to the Fates feels compelling.

I DEFINITELY HAVE MORE THOUGHTS BUT ALSO I'VE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR HOURS AND MY BRAIN IS TIRED AND THESE WERE THE MAIN BIG THINGS SOOOOOOO GONNA POST THIS NOW I GUESS

[kataraslove]

Do you think Aang is a neglectful father to Bumi and Kya II?

going from just what we are shown in legend of korra through kya and bumi’s perspectives? yes. not intentionally, of course. but it’s important to recognize the amount of hurt that aang caused his children, to the point where tenzin’s idealization of him starts to falter, and he acknowledges that his father isn’t as perfect as he thought he was (or wanted him to be). don’t get me wrong - I think the fandom tends to exaggerate parts of aang’s parenting. like comparing him to ozai? that is the most ridiculous thing i’ve ever seen. but i also see pro meta glossing over kya and bumi’s concerns with him, which isn’t right. there needs to be more nuanced perspectives than “he was as bad as ozai!” or “kya and bumi really were just overexaggerating their grievances with aang. he was a great dad!”

i think here is where it’s important to discuss authorial intent: bryke have said that they had not meant for their writing to come across aang being a bad father who set out to intentionally neglect his children. rather, kya and bumi’s concerns and resentment likely stem from how they perceived his role to the world. legend of korra as a series offers a meta commentary on living up to legacy, the legacy set by the heroes in avatar the last airbender, and the legacy of living up to a critically acclaimed predecessor series. kya and bumi’s concerns also stem due to legacy: the legacy left behind by aang and how the world views their existence in accordance to this legacy - as the non-airbending children to the last airbender. kya and bumi feel that they deserve the right to be part of their father’s legacy (and they do) just as much as tenzin. i don’t think their insistence to be part of avatar aang’s legacy is due to a desire for prestige and fame, as they’ve spent much of their lives shying away from their father’s legacy. i think it’s out of a genuine realization that they are grieving and missing their father and want to celebrate his successes.

in print media, we actually get a different perspective to his parenting. kya and bumi offer good words about their father (mostly). in turf wars (2015), kya shares how he was “nothing but supportive” in relation to her coming out. she offers some interesting lore about same sex relationships among the air nomads, likely quoting something that her father could have directly shared with her. in avatar legends, it is confirmed that aang did teach both kya and bumi about their air nomad heritage, and kya internalized his lessons on philosophy, meditation, and balance:

Although she developed a slight resentment toward Aang for teaching more to Tenzin about his culture,[3] Kya internalized some of her father's lessons on philosophy, meditation, and balance.[6] She developed a stronger connection with Katara, who taught her to develop her waterbending combat and waterbending healing abilities to proficiency.[3][6] - Avatar Wiki

in bumi’s recent comic called the cat owl’s cradle (2022) released in patterns of time, i was surprised to find that bumi held a much more favourable perspective towards his father than before. he thinks about his father’s great smile all the time and tells his nephew that meelo’d smile reminds him of his father’s. he mentions that aang and him used to go fishing (a water tribe practice). he’s understanding of his father’s many duties to the world; why - as the avatar - he often didn’t have infinite time in the world to spend with him. most importantly, through the advice he offers meelo, it is evident that bumi has realized that an absence of airbending couldn’t possibly make his father love him more than he already did - that he is fine the way he is, with or without airbending. in this story, we discover a vast growth in bumi’s self-confidence, as he no longer feels a sense of inadequacy, in his own skills and in his father’s eyes.

to answer your question: if you were to only watch the legend of korra, i can completely see why you’d arrive at the conclusion that aang was a negligent father who deliberately focused on his youngest child over his other non-airbending children. if you factor in print and comic media, it tells the story of a father who was trying his best to balance his responsibilities to the world and his personal life, succeeding in some ways and failing in others. at the end of the day, it seems like kya and bumi’s genuine love for their father overtakes their grievances with him. what’s interesting is that it’s not like an “he’s my father so I’m obligated to love him” type of love. it’s more along the lines of, “yes we have our issues with him but we do believe he loved us wholeheartedly and we want to be included in his legacy.”

now, just because i’ve grasped (after so many attempts) on what bryke was trying to do in korra does not mean that i don’t have my fair share of issues with the way bryke went about writing that storyline. i dislike the fact that they blamed the fandom on the overexaggeration - if all sides of the fandom came out with the take home message that aang was a deadbeat father who gatekept his culture to his literal family, the onus is on your writing, not on the fandom. the balanced perspective years later in the comics is appreciated, but we definitely needed to see this in the show from the get go.

ultimately, if they have an interest in redeeming aang’s arc as a father (which i suspect they might want to do given post-korra material), they need to show us, rather than just tell us, that he wasn’t as bad as how korra makes him out to be. the perfect opportunity for this is in this upcoming adult gaang movie with the birth of baby bumi. we have no details surrounding this adult gaang movie, so i don’t know if bumi will be in it or not. but it is the perfect opportunity, if bryke are interested in going that route.

I will end off by saying that i’d rather have aang as a father than my own any day lmaooo.

[keirasanimeblog]

Imagine how each person reacts to you getting hurt in a fight.

You're normally a fighter and can hold your own. This injury takes you and your companions by surprise.

Sanzo

Sanzo didn’t rush to your side when you collapsed after the fight. Instead, he stood there with his revolver still smoking. His amethyst eyes scanned the battlefield with a sharp glare. His lips were pressed into a grim line, and it was hard to tell if he was angry at you, himself, or the situation.

Once the dust settled, Sanzo walked over to where you lay. “Idiot,” he muttered as he crouched down beside you. You were surprised that his voice sounded rougher and quieter than usual. There was no bite to it. “What were you thinking, taking on that many by yourself?”

His hands hovered over your wounds, his touch light and surprisingly careful despite the harshness of his tone. When you winced, he froze, his amethyst eyes narrowed. Luckily it wasn’t life threatening. You both realized this at the same time. His hands were slightly shaky as he pulled away.

Hakkai quickly came and began to tend to your injuries. Sanzo stood and lit a cigarette. He turned his gaze away from you and exhaled a plume of smoke through his gritted teeth. “You’re lucky it wasn’t worse,” he said coldly.

Later that night after being healed you stirred uneasily. You blinked and caught sight of him sitting near you in the inn. His head drooped in the chair and you realized that perhaps he was more worried than he let on. You know if you brought it up he’d deny it instantly.

Gojyo

Gojyo froze the second he saw you fall. “Hey!” he shouted, his voice cut through the chaos as he charged toward you. The playful smirk he usually wore had vanished, replaced by a look of raw determination. The last demons fell under his Shakujo, his movements were faster and more vicious than you’d ever seen.

As soon as the fight ended, he dropped to his knees beside you. “What the hell were you trying to prove?” he demanded. His voice cracked slightly as he added, “You’re supposed to be better than this, damn it.”

You could see his crimson eyes flicker with worry. The usual cocky demeanor was gone. Instead it was replaced seriousness. Something you rarely saw. “What happened to that fighter I know, huh?” he muttered under his breath.

Hakkai quickly stepped over to heal you but Gojyo stayed close. His hand on top of yours.

Later, after your wounds had been healed he sat next to you. He’d never left your side. “Next time, don’t be a hero.” He ran a hand through his crimson hair. “That’s my job.” His eyes then softened when a smile appeared on your face.

Hakkai

Hakkai noticed the moment you faltered. His sharp green eyes darted to you. “Hang on!” His movements became precise and efficient before he rushed to your side.

It only took moments for him to fight his way to you and when he did get to you he knelt by your side. He quickly assessed your injuries before sighing in relief. “You’ll be alright,” he said softly, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his concern. His chi glowed when he healed you. His touch was firm yet gentle.

“You’ve been reckless before, but this…” he murmured. “This was something else entirely. Don’t make me have to do this gain.” You couldn’t help but feel guilty for the worry in his voice. When the healing was done, Hakkai lingered and put a hand on your shoulder. “You scared me,” he admitted, his gaze met yours. “Next time, let us help you before it gets this bad. We are a team for a reason.”

Later that night after you’d been healed Hakkai made sure you were well fed with dinner. He was stern about making sure you had a sufficient amount of food after such an injury.

Dokugakuji

Doku’s roar of anger shook the battlefield when he saw you fall. He fought his way to you with a single-minded determination. His sword strikes were faster and harder than normal. He cut a clear path to you and by the time he got to you they were all defeated or retreated.

Once next to you he dropped his weapon, completely forgetting about it as you are the only thing he can think of. He knelt down beside you, his hands trembled slightly and he helped you sit up. “You’re too damn stubborn for your own good,” he growled, his voice rough with emotion. “Why didn’t you call for help? You know we’ve got your back.”

His expression softened slightly. He pulled his shirt off and used it to stop the bleeding, frustration still lingered on his face. “You don’t always have to do everything alone,” he said. “You’re not invincible, no matter how strong you think you are.”

Once your wounds were patched up by Yaone, he stayed close. He kept an arm around you for support. Later after your wounds had been patched up he sat close to you. His arms were crossed and brows furrowed. “You’re tougher than most people I know,” he murmured, almost to himself. “But don’t scare me like that again.”

Kougaiji

The moment you went down, Kougaiji’s eyes locked on you. His expression hardened and he abandoned his current fight to charge toward you. He unleashed a flurry of powerful attacks that obliterated the enemies around you. His violet eyes burned with fury. His movements were laced with an urgency he rarely showed.

When the battlefield was clear, he knelt beside you. There was tension in his jaw despite how steady his hands were. “You’re reckless,” he growled. “And it’s going to get you killed one day.”

Despite his scolding tone, there was a gentleness in the way he supported you as you tried to sit up. When you started to apologize, he cut you off with a sigh. “I don’t need your apology,” he said, his voice softening. “I need you to stop putting yourself in danger like this.”

Later, after you’d been healed by Yaone you noticed him standing against the wall near you. His arms were crossed and his usual stoic demeaned cracked just enough for you to see his worry. “You’re strong,” he said quietly. “But even the strongest need someone to watch their back. Let me do that for you.”

[darkscorpiox]

(The Great) Ace Attorney - Barok? More like Byronic.

So it has been confirmed (to the surprise of no one, I’m sure) that Barok is a Byronic Hero. Now all he needs is a pure-hearted heroine/love interest to comple–

(source; Barok’s folder)

*also remembering Ryunosuke’s concern for Barok’s well-being despite the latter’s racist attitude and desire to know more about him in Case 2-3*

Oh God, Ryunosuke IS the heroine/love interest!

(I mean, it makes sense. He’s in Great Britain, the birthplace of the most iconic pieces of Gothic (romantic) fiction. And Barok had been designed with vampires, werewolves and fallen angels in mind.)

*urgently running toward Ryunosuke*

Ryunosuke, stop! You’re falling for his Byronic (vampiric) charms and turning into the love interest of a Gothic romance novel!

[marlsswrites]

Go read my jegulus fic on wattpad!! I'll probably start uploading the chapters to ao3 soon, it's ongoing, not canon complaint and I update it every Friday when I can! Probably will be more frequent over the summer. If you liked my summer camp AU that I've been posting on here, you'll like this loves!

Because the most recent chapter is SO CUTE AGHHH.

[bibibbon]

Hawks jumped to a central character, a hero killing a LOV member, to AFO fodder. Why aren't the LOV hunting Hawks down, like Overhaul with Magne?

It would been better if:

Hawks was grabbed by Toga through the portal, replacing Deku. Hawks believing he was in killing Twice when unable to handle Toga performing the Sad Man's Parade, only to be proven wrong by Ochako.

Hawks was sent to fight Tomura, switching with Bakgou. When Mirio states Tomura has no friends, Tomura remembers the LOV & Twice. He snaps free from AFO's control and tries to kill Hawks.

It's a shame that such a character like hawks got wasted on AFO and just being AFO fodder instead of getting proper development and having concequences/proper introspection on his actions or what it means to be a hero.

I have talked about both toga and hawks before down below 👇

Personally I believe that option one is better as it allows much more development for toga and for one of my main flaws that she has to be fixed. Also I would like toga's fight with hawks to parallel twices fight when toga got hurt by curious and the others in the MVA arc.

The second option is also plausible but it does make me wonder does shigaraki even know about twices death?!?! I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't know about him but the lack of reaction that he has to twice's death is very irritating

One of my main problems with hawks is that he never comes to acknowledge his actions and never gets any intropsection when it comes to what he went through and the fact that the hero he admires is literally his abusive father in a different font. Hawks literally apologises to the public for having an abusive father but doesn't seem it worthy enough to apologise for killing twice. At the same time I can see the flaws with hawks because you can argue that he tried to save twice or didn't want to kill twice but he wasnt fast or efficient enough to stop that so he killed him out of desperation and out of his own flaws beliefs which is "he wasn't fast enough to save him" or that "he was a danger and couldn't be stopped".

[meowthefluffy]

An update on my unfinished au’s!

I have over the last few months fallen deeply out of love with the Sanders Sides series and as a result I have not updated any of my projects in some time. At the current point I am at I am only planning to do the final two installments in the cupid au (because I pretty much lost my affection for the ts series right before the big finale of the project!!) and the lust Roman au (as it is my longest running work to date and I want to comple the project as a show of dedication to my younger self) although it will most likely be on a much quicker time scale than I was intending originally! (Instead of the 11 more parts I was hoping to produce it will probably be closer to 5 and I will most likely skip a few parts of the story that weren’t as important)

I feel a lot of affection for the work I have created but not a lot for the actual series so I’m trying to find a way to rework the stories I’ve created for the au’s to become independent creations that I will enjoy continuing to make! (Aside from the Lust au which I feel is mostly a story I don’t feel the need to come back to/rework since it relies so heavily on the source material) Most of my au’s function as stories mostly separate from canon material except for the characters archetypes present in each, so I’ll be working on retooling/reskinning said work to be more original and workable as long term projects! (Since u guys were really invest in my plots which had almost nothing to do with the canon characterization)

I’m currently working on retooling the Zombie au (Which I used as heavy inspiration for my oc Sophia I sometimes post about and her girlfriend) the Cupid au (I’m putting together more creative designs for the characters so that I can hopefully redo the comic- since I’m super in love with the concept) The sleeping beauty au (since it functions entirely the same as a stand alone story- and I could use the designs of my princess characters from that comic I made a long time ago for Valentine’s Day ) and the Super hero au! (Which I never properly defined and thus have a lot of incomplete ideas for, and my only struggle is coming up with better super hero names for them)

The only one of my main au’s I probably won’t rework is the Evil king au- just because I’m not sure how I could retool it to not just be a story about abuse(I feel more comfortable creating a story where everything is horrible and bad and the people involved are just bad for eachother when it’s an au- because there is other work of those characters where they aren’t that way to balance it out- but if it were my own new characters I feel as though it wouldn’t be nearly as fun to read or write)

This is a series of decisions I’ve been trying to wait on for a long time because I have been hoping something sanders Sides related would come out soon that would re spark my interest but nothing so far has happened- and with the way the story is going I don’t think it’s something that is going to happen. I still love all the work I have created for this fandom and I am so proud of all the collaborative projects I have been able to create with you all! I will happily re-read your asks and comments on my comics and I am still really proud of the community I’ve been able to create!

I’m sad to let this part of my life go (it’s taken up a solid 4th of my lifetime) and I understand that a lot of you all won’t follow me to my new projects- because I understand you guys didn’t come here for random oc projects- or original comics. And Altho it breaks my heart to see some of you move on and leave my notifications I am happy I the time with you all that I did!

Thank you all for everything- and I’ll see you soon 💖

[sunflowergem]

I got a new one to introduced to y'all

Meet Valora my durge. I know it says storm sorcery but she's actually wild magic sorcerer. Above is obviously from the game and the below ones are what I would imagine. Temple of Bhaal outfit would be pregame(and she gets wings cuz they're cool and I say so). Massive love for Hero Forge because that is such a cool website and service. One day I would love to buy some stuff from there 🤩 Carries the dagger that has the netherstone in her tail when killing.

I will draw her eventually but I do not have the skills or patience right now to try.

So my original concept was to have her be a dragonborn and I themed her off of Ansur thinking it would be kind of cool if they had a descendant. This was before I realized that the bhaal spawn is supposed to be just straight up made from the god flesh. So I started rotating the idea in my mind for a while because I did still want to have the the dragon connection but I don't like deviating that hard from the actual story material. Yesterday I finally thought of a solution.

The durge is like a symbiote but made of Bhaal's flesh. Valora is the name of the dragonborn. The Bhaalblob has hopped enough bodies they forgot their original name, if Bhaal even gave them one. So like in base form they are just a little bloody slug like lump but she can invade freshly killed corpses and take on that person's identity perfectly. This is also how she can kill so easily before the game begins. She will kill someone, hop in the fresh corpse, and walk off. Leaving a complely out of place corpes throwing off investigations. She can then just walk off as the victim and vibe somewhere else as the heat dies down. The dragon born she is in the game was her latest victim, a descendent of Anser and well liked and respected woman that worked managing the bank, Gortash suggested going after her to gain more of a financial foothold in the city. Then Orin did her thing and Valora forgot everything, including that she's a nearly immortal sentient blob of flesh, so she goes through the game much more carefully with this body thinking that she could properly die.

Here are rough sketches I have done of the blob while at work. I'll do a more finalized version once I have a tablet again. I want to make them like semi-transparent but I don't know how to do that properly with pen and paper. Also, this is begging for me to make a gif.

She gains the memories and even takes on some of the personality of the victims that she body snatches. So here's a little bit more on Valora, before she was taken over, as well as some important personality points before being tadpoled.

Valora as just a dragonborn was a bit of an ice queen to be honest. Not like evil but very cold towards their others and very much business-minded. Really loves her job at the bank and math overall since it doesn't involve a lot of feelings™. Despite that, they are actually in a relationship before being taken over by the bhaalblob. She's mated to Klarrvox although it's a rather loveless relationship despite his best efforts. Once being taken over, this relationship starts to change though. Bhaalblob (who I will now refer to as BB just for for simplicity's sake) actually quite enjoys being in different relationships. They have hopped into many a family due to their murder shenanigans to try and experience some of the connection that is missing from how they were spawned. They've taken on the roles of children, fathers, mothers, grandparents, all manner of different lovers, even a pet one time. Each of these different lives that they've experienced before being attacked by Orin lived within their memories and made them pretty sporadic as a result, but also someone very much in love with the idea of life. It was a bit of a warped love though. They loved experiencing it and then seeing what would happen after tragedy strikes. Especially when they could hop into someone else and be an outside observer after the deed is done.

So overall they were pretty content with life before being tadpoled and Klarrvox was quite enjoying his newly affectionate wife. But speaking of lovers, I'm sure you might be wondering what's up with their relationship with Gortash considering how involved he is with durge shenanigans. In short, they really don't care deeply for him. He doesn't have any relationships that would be interesting for them to explore. They work together just fine but they want to keep it strictly. Business related. Gortash however does not! He is highly interested in the body hopping Bhaal spawn. Although I think it's more interesting if he doesn't know exactly how they do it. So he's not fully aware that he's interested in a sentient blood slug. So yeah I think that's about all I've got for them right now. Feel free to ask questions if you like and I will update their tag with more information as it develops.

Also, here's a quick meme for y'all that is also terrible quality.

This is going to be a redeemed durge run when I can finally play again. I don't know if I can handle doing a fully evil playthrough yet.

[just-a-space-rabbit]

Supervillian’s Dogs Part 1

TW: Bullying, explosion, bomb, drugging Mood:Angst/fluff

There is a tense atmosphere in Supervillain’s lair. The goons were running about as the final preparations of supervillain’s next scheme was getting near.

“Is everything going according to the plan?” Supervillain asked Right Hand as they entered the room. Standing at almost 7 feet Supervillain towered over everyone in the room, and with their long black cape with a gray fur collar, and iron clawed gloves, helped further sell that this was not a villain to mess with.

“We are almost done with today's preparations sir. Everything is going after schedule” Right hand said calmly as they began walking next to supervillains. Having to take two steps for each one step of their boss, all while their head was looking down at the clipboard in their hand. “The spies just came back from the location, and the upgrades on the getaway car is comple- OUCH!” 

Right hand’s words stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of metal pieces hitting the floor and shattering to all sides. The sound sends the room into a deafening silence. “Watch where you're going!” Right hand snapped.

“I’m sorry sir. The box was so big, I did not see you!” Henchman stammered as they began frantically picking up the items while feeling the eyes of everyone on them. They stopped however, when a large shadow suddenly began to loom over them.

“Right hand… Who is this?” Supervillain asked as he looked down at the henchman. 

“That’s Henchman sir. The new recruit we hired a few weeks back, sir.” Right Hand answered now back to their usual monotone voice. By now everyone in the room had stopped to watch what was going on, and Henchman looked like they were about to melt through the floor as Supervillain kept staring at them. “We just have them clean and organize stuff while under close watch, as we don’t have any credentials for them yet” Right hand continued

“Ah… right, so this is the little runt you mentioned.” Supervillain smirked, though their eyes reamings cold and emotionless while locked with Henchman’s, who seemed to shrink down even more at the name. “Was about time you showed your face here while I was present.”

Henchman let out a small gulp, before they finally talked back to Supervillan in a small but fast voice “I’m sorry sir. Right hand thought it was best I work the shifts you were not here. I only came in today since other-henchmen called in sick-” 

They stopped talking the moment they saw Supervillain raise their hand. “Just get this mess cleaned, no need for excuses” before they left. At that the rest of the henchmen got back to work.

…

‘I have royally messed up now… Supervillain looked like he was ready to murder me where I stood,’ Henchman thought to themself while walking along the seemingly empty road, on their way home, or well… back to the place they were staying at ‘Maybe this job was a bad idea…’ they thought, feeling the early winter breese. 

Though the street itself was in near darkness the city above them was very much alive and active. Gleaming with lights at all times of day and night. Henchman stared up at the lights above, with only a faint memory of how the lights felt up close.

“Well, well, well.  Look who came crawling back to town!” A familiar voice suddenly spoke behind them. Henchman wiped around to the source, just in time to see the faint streak of gold as Hero pushed Henchman into the wall. “Got some nerves showing your face here, squirm!” they said, smirking.

“You got some nerves attacking a civilian!” Henchman snapped back, hoping that Hero would leave as they were the second to last person they wanted to meet today, or any day for that matter.

“Civilian shm-ilian” Hero blabbered back as they clost off Henchman's only escape path. “When Superhero told you to never show your face in this city again” they continued “I thought, ya know… you being the coward that you are, would make you listen to them for once”

“Well… I… um…” Henchman stammered, as they frantically began to look for a way out, that would not end in pain.

But this only made Hero laugh stronger. “Still as cowardly as ever aren't ya!” before they ready themselves for a fight. Henchman covered their face as they braced themself for what was to come.

Only for both of them to get distracted when suddenly.

Clink… 

Clank… 

A small metallic item fell down not far away from the two of them.

Hero looked at it suspiciously, but Henchman, seeing an opportunity, bolted away. Then, BANG! Both Hero and Henchman were knocked off their feet as the gadget detonated, sending a shock wave followed by covering the whole area in a thick gas.

Henchman felt their head spin as they tried to get back up again, but the gas was making them drowsy.

The last thing they felt was two clawed hands lift them up, and soft fur brush against their face. 

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Besed on this Prompt by @whygodohgodwhy (but small warning it might spoil some future parts of the story ✨)

[shah599]

Don't we deserve to live like the rest of the world?

Every day there is a new displacement. Every day we ask ourselves: Where do we go, where do we sleep, where do we live???? Why is this our life? We live under conditions of genocide. I can't bear it anymore You are my last hope

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