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Athel'min Backstory!
TW: Sick parent, bodily mutilation, loss of a limb
Raised in the Heartmoor Hamlet of the Oderan Wilds in Marquet, Lorra’min Ashland was told to keep quiet and stay put within the city’s walls, never to leave outside, lest they be killed. Her mother - Amnestria - was a single parent, having raised Lorra’min on her own after their father walked out when they were young. She was also a worshipper of the Changebringer, having gained slight healing and medicinal abilities from her worship. She was deeply overprotective of her only child, in spite of Lorra’min choosing to run and play in the Oderan Wilds with her friends.
However, one day while playing around the Heartmoor just outside the Heartmoor Hamlet, the group were attacked by - what Lorra’min assumed was - a troll. Whilst the group managed to run, Lorra’min, whose only weapon was a wooden toy bow and arrow, chose to stay back and try to distract the creature so it wouldn’t target the Hamlet proper, knowing it could destroy the town. That was the wrong decision, as the creature took the bow and arrow out of Lorra’min’s hands, forcing her to the floor. It would then grab her right arm and tear it off, leaving a mess of blood and bone behind.
Lorra’min’s friends, having witnessed the attack, returned her to the Hamlet, with her, where their mother had been informed of the attack. Amenestria was horrified, but stunned by her daughter’s bravery, healing her arm with the blessing of the Changebringer. Unfortunately, she couldn’t bring Lorra’min’s arm back. Still in shock and pain, Lorra’min retreated into herself, not wanting to draw attention to the missing limb. Eventually, a passing through Artificer had created a prosthetic limb, which was used to replace Lorra’min’s real one.
At the behest of one of her friends who witnessed the attack, Lorra’min began to train herself in archery - first using the wooden bow and arrow she had used that night, then switching to a proper bow and arrow. On the eve of her naming ceremony, she chose the name Athel’min, from the elvish word meaning ‘bow’.
However, after years of being protected by her mother, Athel’min would have to protect her. Amnestria came down with a sickness, that slowly began to take away her body and mind. She had almost become a husk of her former self. The only way to cure it was with healing magic and diamonds, and Athel’min needed the money for that, which they lacked. Eventually, she entered the city of Jrusar, finding a post for a mercenary for hire. While she lacked the experience, she made good with her client and began getting to work as a sellsword.
That experience with sellswording brought in coin, as well as ways to rebuild her arm, and to get medicine for their ailing mother. It later would spiral into Athel’min meeting Lord Robert Sharpe, a member of the Revelry, who wished for her to track down a Tiefling girl who humiliated him… And kill her. Athel’min, unsure of why he would wish for a young woman to be killed for no reason, took the job in order to get some more money.
However, upon meeting the girl - Jester Lavorre - Athel’min was surprised that someone that sweet would have a bounty on her head. Whilst the money was good, murdering a woman for no reason was not what Athel’min wanted to get that money. She chose to join Jester instead, acting as a bodyguard. They would later meet Fjord Stone and Beauregard Lionette, and the rest, as they say, is history.
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A story from back when I played D&D. It might have been 3.5 or pathfinder or fantasycraft or one of that ilk. Might even have been 4e. It was like a decade ago.
So. Standard D&D. A party of bold adventurers of diverse origins and skillsets gets together to explore a perilous dungeon and stop a cartoonish baddy. The usual.
I end up building a fairly typical character for me. A goblin Rogue/Assassin. A stealth/melee build designed to get the drop on an enemy, do a bunch of rapid damage, and then fuck off.
She was lawful evil, and firmly in the team-fortress-two-sniper school of "You know who has a lot of feelings? Men what bludgeon their wives to death with a golf trophy. Professionals have standards." school of being a mercenary. I think I even did an aussie accent.
Anyway her schtick was that she'd noticed 'Adventurers' got to do as much violence as they wanted without social consequences, and she loved violence! So she was gonna do a stint as an adventurer, so once she was done she could go home with a big sack of gold to spend on booze and cake and hot girls. But right now she was on the job, so she was an extremely professional team player with a strict code of conduct. Always be honest with the team, follow the plan, don't mess things up for the team, split the loot evenly. Standards.
Verna was a horrible efficient little murder gremlin who was also proudly guild-certified. * * *
Now, another PC was a chaotic neutral gnome bard who was leaning hard on the 'gnomes are amusingly racist to goblins and kobolds and think this is funny and endearing' thing. He teased Verna a bunch about being green and ugly, which she studiously ignored because - remember - she had Professional Standards.
Anyway, there was a human NPC we met that she didn't like, saying he was a bit stupid and very annoying. Our gnome bard decided it would be very funny to use one of his enchantment spells to make Verna suddenly horny for him and watch what happened.
Verna sees the gnome who keeps fucking with her walk up, wave his hands and babble some arcane nonsense, and now she has weird funny feelings she can't explain. She does some thinking and concludes that she'll pay the human for a snog later, because right now this guy's just obviously cast a spell to mess with her mind, which was Not Okay. Of course, she had Professional Standards, so...
She walks up to our gnome friend and basically informs him: "Hi! I know you just did some magical brainwashing on me, and I am not going to tolerate this! However, because we're in a team together, and I don't want this to become a problem, I am going to very generously allow you to settle the matter with me. We will have a bout of single combat to first blood, and then whoever wins I will consider the matter settled and my honour satisfied, and you won't do that again, and we won't mention it. This is a very kind offer of mine, because I have Standards; where I come from the normal response would be to say nothing and strangle you in your sleep tonight."
And our gnome, who is a spellcaster not a combatant, looks at this and decides he doesn't want to get shown up by her, and basically tells her that if she doesn't like getting messed with she can go back to the goblin village, and laughs at her.
So. Shrug. Quickdraw as a free action. I get a surprise round. You're flat footed, so it's easy to hit and I get sneak attack damage. 3/4 of his health is gone. Initiative. He says he wants to say sorry. I respond that he can say that when it gets to his initiative count, but right now it's my action and he's still flat-footed and here's my big pile of d6s for sneak attack and oh dear I think that's him on -10 hp, so he's not going to get the chance.
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Anyway this kicked off a massive shitstorm ooc about how I just kicked off PvP and murdered a PC for no reason and the game fell apart because the gnome's player genuinely didn't seem to understand that 'mind control' is a hostile action. This was in the bad old days before safety tools and I was playing in a fairly neckbeardy group, so 'a man makes a woman horny against her will to humiliate her and laughs about it' was apparently not a deal-breaker while 'the woman stabs him for it' was.
I still think I wasn't the bad guy in this scenario.
There is no point to this story I just wanted to share it.
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[Translation] Kratos of the Expiation: Prologue-Chapter 1 part 1
This begins my efforts to translate the Tales of Symphonia novel, Shokuzai no Kratos, written by the game's scenario writer, Takumi Miyajima.
Some disclaimers:
I have other projects I'm working on alongside this, so I won't make any promise to get this translated in a timely manner, or that I'll finish it at all (though in a perfect world, I would love to; I had a lot of fun translating this first part!). If I do the whole thing, I'll share my original document, which will have an edited version of the text you'll read below. Think of this as a first draft.
I've never translated a novel before nor am I much of a creative writer, so I apologize in advance if it's an awkward read. I focused heavily on making sure Miyajima's words got across as intended, but given Japanese novels are written differently from English ones, I don't want to put too many words in her mouth here.
The book has 7 chapters and a prologue and epilogue, but as each chapter is really long (about 40 pages each), I'll be sharing the book in its smaller, also numbered parts. So, this is the prologue and part 1/37. My word processor says this alone is around 3300 words.
I want to give a huge thank you to Kevan33 for providing me with scans for this, which allowed me to translate it so much easier.
Without further ado, here's the summary and character introductions, and then the story itself!
Summary
Long ago, Mithos, the hero, brought about the end of the Ancient War in the Holy Ground of Kharlan. As a result, the world was split in two―as Sylvarant and Tethe’alla. However, the worlds exist akin to a waning hourglass, with one of them prospering and the other in decline. It has been 4,000 years since the end of the Ancient War, and now Sylvarant is on the path to ruin, as it has run low on its life-sustaining mana. It is in these circumstances that Kratos will descend unto Sylvarant and have a fateful, unexpected reunion! This is a side story which tells Kratos’ side of the story, who was a key character in the original game. The feelings he’s hidden in his heart will finally be revealed to all!
Cast
Kratos Aurion: This story’s protagonist. A traveling mercenary and remarkable swordsman who was hired to protect Colette on her journey. His true identity is one of the Four Heroes who ended the Ancient War 4,000 years ago, as well as an angel of Cruxis―one of the Four Seraphim.
Lloyd Irving: A young man from the village of Iselia. His grades in school are poor, but he’s quick-witted and good at making the right decision on the fly. Due to certain circumstances, he accompanies Colette on her Journey of World Regeneration.
Yggdrasill: The leader of Cruxis and one of the members of the Four Seraphim. He is Mithos the Hero who brought about the end of the Ancient War, as well as the person who split the world in two, orchestrating this system the world currently runs by.
Yuan Ka-Fai: Leader of the Renegades, which opposes Cruxis. He was one of the Four Heroes and is one of the Four Seraphim.
Martel Yggdrasill: Yggdrasill’s sister. She died 4,000 years ago when humans betrayed and killed her.
Genis Sage: A best friend of Lloyd and Colette. One of the smartest people in his village. He uses magic.
Raine Sage: Genis’ sister. She’s the only teacher in Iselia, so everyone calls her Professor.
Colette Brunel: Sylvarant’s Chosen. She leaves her hometown to go on the Journey of World Regeneration.
Zelos Wilder: Tethe’alla’s Chosen. He hangs around with Lloyd’s group as a spy for Cruxis.
Prologue
The boy introduced himself as Lloyd Irving.
We met in the small, remote village of Iselia. Back when the Sylvarant Dynasty held its rule, it was a prospering village deemed as the headquarters of the Church of Martel. Now it’s but a desolate village, with such a tale only to be seen as an attraction at best.
There were a number of things that led to this state. What brought about the fall of the Sylvarant Dynasty was a decrease in the world’s life-sustaining mana. This led to environmental changes, poor crops, and eventually poverty to the people. Iselia was not the only place that was affected by these changes. The land of Sylvarant―once famed as a kingdom of its own right―slowly slipped down the path of desolation.
What spurred this series of events was a group known as the Desians. The organization, rumored to consist primarily of half-elves, is known to kidnap people from all over the world and place them in institutions known as human ranches. While it’s unknown to the common folk what takes place in these institutions, fear is struck in the hearts of those who see the Desians, as it is fabled by the Church of Martel that the end of the world is coming should they lurk around.
Yes; Sylvarant is on the path of desolation. Within these circumstances, there exists the promised land of Iselia, which is the only place in which salvation may be brought about. The hope for this world is being fostered within Iselia’s land.
The sound of grass being trampled from far away could be heard. It was such a quiet sound, unable to be picked up by human ears.
Kratos Aurion slowly opened his eyes. Deep within the forest, the distant shadows of the leaves shook.
Are you coming, Lloyd?
Thinking of him, Kratos found himself oddly content. A sense of relief washed over him, that finally, the end was approaching. He felt elated, though could not place a finger on why. He had regained his sense of hope, which he had been convinced was long gone. However, the important step in achieving said hope was yet to come.
The footsteps grew louder. At this, all of the forest dwellers collectively fled in response. They could tell that within this tranquil forest, something big was about to happen.
The air seemed to turn tense as a mass of figures approached. A group of eight―all being different ages and genders―approached with stern looks on their faces. The one leading the pact was Lloyd.
The boy’s name seemed ordinary enough, but to Kratos it held deeper meaning. “Irving” was the surname of his late wife. “Lloyd” was the name of the child Kratos thought to have lost.
Lloyd and his friends were on a journey to carry out what they believed to be world salvation.
I wonder if they've brought about salvation yet?
No. The end hasn’t even begun yet.
Kratos rose and approached Lloyd and his friends, in order to see their “salvation” through to the end.
Chapter 1
Part 1 of 6
It’s a wonder just how many people would believe it if they were told the world had been split into two. Many would likely laugh it off, claiming it to be a fairy tale. The land seems unsifted, and there’s no crevices to be seen after all. Nobody would dare suggest the moon in the sky is actually another planet, would they?
Even a fairy tale would require an allegory to hold its basis.
The truth of the matter is that the world had been split in two. The dimensional rift had been cut through, pushing the planets into an orbit. The two worlds exist on a plane together, never to see or touch the other. Despite this, the two worlds do in fact coexist alongside each other. One of these worlds is, for convenience, known as Sylvarant. This world was ruled by the old Sylvarant Kingdom and its allied nations. The other is Tethe’alla. Like with Sylvarant, this world too was ruled by the kingdom of Tethe’alla, and got its name as such.
“These two worlds, as well as our planet of Derris-Kharlan, are ruled by Lord Yggdrasill.”
The angel known as Adol was explaining the structure of Cruxis to a group of newly awakened angels. Kratos was watching them through a monitor, and shook his head exhaustedly.
This was a ritual he had seen far too many times at this point. Over the course of 4,000 years, here on Derris-Kharlan, he had watched as a number of living beings known as angels were born. No, perhaps that’s not the right way to describe it―he had watched as many people had undergone a transformation to turn into the lifeless beings known as angels.
Thankfully, the number wasn’t too high. A tool known as the Cruxis Crystal was required to turn people into angels, of which there weren’t many to spare. With them being so scarce and precious, only selected individuals were allowed to become angels. From there, the angels would undergo special training and become soldiers, fighting to support Cruxis.
Kratos was one of those angels himself. He had a different position than the other angels, however. He was famed as one of the Four Seraphim, the highest rank within Cruxis, and operated directly under the world’s leader―Mithos Yggdrasill.
“Through the Church of Martel, our job is to guide the people of both Sylvarant and Tethe’alla. This does not only apply to half-elves, but extends to elves and humans alike. We will guide them down the proper path, to one day make our Age of Lifeless Beings a reality. A great weight lies upon all of your shoulders.”
Not a single person was moved by Adol’s words. At first, lifeless beings―rather, angels―have their emotions almost entirely suppressed. It takes great strength and time to gain control over those emotions once more. There are some who go the rest of their lives never regaining theirs.
“Lord Kratos.”
An angel appeared on his projector―one with white wings. Kratos instantly identified him as an inexperienced angel. When a person turns into an angel, numerous functions of their body undergo a change. One of these is adjusting the distribution of mana in the body to produce wings, allowing them to pull them out as needed in order to fly. However, if one uses their wings too much, their bodily mana materializes the wings and makes it a permanent part of the body. One of the key functions of turning into an angel is being able to control various bodily functions, though the reality of it is that many are unable to control them properly. A large number of the angels within Cruxis have wings like the man Kratos sees here.
“What is it?”
“Lord Yggdrasill has summoned you.”
“...Understood.”
The messenger angel bowed and disappeared. Kratos turned off the video on his monitor and left his office.
A throne of darkness, suspended in the empty sky. What you’ll find in the deepest part of Derris-Kharlan―far beyond Welgaia, where Cruxis’ angels live―is Vinheim. This was where the castle of Yggdrasill, the man who split the worlds into two and ruler of both, resided.
As Kratos stepped towards the throne, Yggdrasill leaned on the armrest as a calm smile crawled onto his face.
“You’ve come, Kratos.”
That languid voice of his was the same as ever. It was the same as it was when Kratos defected 70 years ago. Though the light in his green eyes shone differently than normal.
“Kratos Aurion, reporting for duty.”
Kratos stepped closer to the throne and kneeled in front of it. This exchange of formalities was something he had done in submission to the man over the course of the past 15 years.
“There’s no need for such formalities. I called you here today to talk about our past.”
At this, Kratos’ leader―rather, the leader of the entire world―Yggdrasill suddenly rose to his feet.
“Do you remember the day we first met, Kratos?”
As Kratos nodded, the man famed as a ruler effortlessly changed his form. His once tall figure shrunk in the blink of an eye, and his limbs shrunk with it.
“It was in the imperial capital of Tethe’alla. I was still a child, who knew no fear and who truly believed in the goodness of humanity. Since the worlds had yet to be split, the two countries ravaged in a revolting, long-lasting war.”
What stood before Kratos wasn’t the beautiful young man who was a ruler. It was a petite 14-year-old boy.
Seeing this transformation always horrified Kratos. What he feared wasn’t Yggdrasill, but instead the lifeless beings known as Cruxis Crystals, which allowed the body to transform in such a way.
When the elves in ancient times moved from Derris-Kharlan to the earth, they first planted the Giant Kharlan Tree―the source of mana―and then brought along many crafts and techniques. One of those was the material known as Exspheres. However, over the course of 5,000 years, the knowledge of their intended use and what they were originally made for became lost to time. All that was left was the knowledge that they were advanced beings. They became known as a thing that could protect its user and elevate their abilities to the maximum. Such a thing was then turned into weapons of combat during the Kharlan Wars, which occurred 5,000 years ago.
What brewed was an intermittent yet vicious conflict between Sylvarant and Tethe’alla. In order to get the upper hand, both sides developed magitechnology based weapons, and research developments led to Exspheres finding new use cases. Cruxis Crystals were developed in order to allow soldiers who equipped them to become even stronger and turn into angels. Those who equipped Cruxis Crystals would undergo a physical, battle-ready transformation into an angel, allowing them to also manipulate their hearing, vision, and sense of pain at will. On top of this, those with a strong compatibility with the crystals would be able to control their internal clock at will.
The ability to change one’s internal clock―what a terrifying thing that was. It almost felt as if people had reached into god’s domain. Yes, the boy with the innocent-looking smile on his face that currently stood in front of him had violated god’s domain.
“What’s wrong, Kratos?”
Yggdrasill tilted his head at Kratos, whose face was warped with agony.
“Watching me change form surely isn’t that surprising. Or does it hurt to see me in this form?”
Kratos cast his eyes downward.
It’d be a lie to deny such a thing. The young boy in front of him now looked exactly like the Mithos Yggdrasill he had traveled with so long ago. Some part of Kratos tried hard to separate the two in his head―Mithos, the young boy who worked tirelessly to save the world and was famed as a hero, and Mithos, the young man who fell into despair and cast away his humanity in favor of playing a poor imitation at god.
This was pure sophistry. Kratos knew this. However, it’s all he could manage to give himself even a little peace of mind. He didn’t need to slip further and make any more mistakes.
“I see. So it does hurt you. If you really feel that way, you surely won’t betray me again, right?”
He said this in a fondly-remembered tone of voice, and it felt like something was stabbing Kratos’ heart.
“Back then, you resigned as a knight for the Tethe’alla Kingdom and joined up with us. It was you who said you’d make a place where all of us half-elves could live in peace, and that to that end, your power was ours to use however fit.”
“...Indeed I did say that.”
“Then surely you know where I’m going with this. The Age of Lifeless Beings I’m creating will rid all of the discrimination half-elves face. It’ll be a utopia where everyone can live in peace.”
Facing the ground, Kratos debated on whether or not to voice the words that were forming deep in his throat. Mithos paid it no heed and continued on.
“Soon, Sylvarant’s Chosen will receive the oracle.”
At this, Kratos snapped his head up. Yggdrasill smiled at him like an angel. Well, he was an angel, in a literal sense.
“This Chosen of Regeneration is a 99.999999999% match. This is even closer than the Chosen Spiritua was. This time, we’ll succeed. My sister will finally be revived.”
The revival of Yggdrasill’s sister―Martel Yggdrasill―held a lot of meaning. The reason the world was still split into two was all for Martel’s sake. One huge mistake made 4,000 years ago changed everything.
When the elves planted the Giant Kharlan Tree on this world, mana brought forth lifeforms and completely changed the nature of the planet. Mana was used to power magic and magitechnology, and before long, mana itself had been overused. This overuse led to the fountain of all life, the Giant Kharlan Tree, withering.
“We were only ever fighting to save the Giant Kharlan Tree. We got our hands on the Great Seed, and were going to plant it to bring forth a new tree. But of course, humans wanted to hog the mana all for themselves, and they killed my sister, who was protecting the seed...”
Mithos’ tranquil face warped with hatred and disgust.
“But I’m so nice that I’m allowing those vermin to live. In fact, I’m such a nice guy, I’m even inviting them into my Age of Lifeless Beings. I’ve given them the compromise of a lifetime, Kratos. Martel exists as part of the Great Seed. The Great Seed is Martel herself. If I was any meaner, I would never share the mana from the Great Seed with those disgusting humans. But I’ve gone ahead and split the world into two, so that they can share the mana that comes from it.”
“Thanks to your system, one world is always suffering, while the other is prospering.”
“That’s what the Chosen is for. The Journey of Regeneration is one that reverses the flow of mana. When one world weakens, the mana from that world flows to the other. It’s like an hourglass. This is all we can do to keep our precious supply of mana from running out completely. You said you were on board with this, did you not?”
“Yes, as a temporary solution―”
“Oh, and it is temporary, I assure you. I already promised you―when my sister is revived, I’ll return the world back to normal. When she has a new body, there will be no need to protect the Great Seed as I am now. I’ll reunite the worlds into one and germinate the seed, allowing the Giant Kharlan Tree to grow. Then, my discrimination-free Age of Lifeless Beings will be born on earth...”
Mithos sat down on his throne, still in his child form. The throne was far too large for such a tiny body. Realizing this filled Kratos with a strange sense of sorrow.
“This Journey of Regeneration is not allowed to fail. If it does, we’ll lose the vessel for Martel’s soul, and this will spring us into another indefinite time frame of trying to make another. If that happens, the joined world you wish for so badly will be a long, long way off. So nobody is allowed to get in our way. Not even those rats.”
“You refer to the Renegades, I presume?”
“Yes. They camouflage themselves as Desians and do all sorts of things. You know of them?”
“I’ve received reports of them infiltrating all of the human ranches and stealing Exspheres.”
“Such a slacker, aren’t you, Kratos? Rats are to be exterminated.”
“I am sorry.”
“It’s fine. What they do matters little to me. Their tendency to kill Chosens is pesky, though. Therefore, I want you to escort this next Chosen for me. Protect her, guide her, and help her through the angel transformation as smoothly as possible.”
“I’m the overseer of Sylvarant, though. If I were to go on the Journey of Regeneration, I wouldn’t be around to have Pronyma put the Desians into motion.”
“I will handle that myself. Protecting the Chosen is our top priority. Surely you know this. Following my orders is what will allow you to see your dreams come true.”
To return the world to its proper state―this required fulfilling Mithos’ wish of reviving Martel, and it was the correct path to take. No; perhaps he had just lost the will to choose another path. Kratos had no means of defying such a path.
#seines translation#tales of symphonia#kratos of the expiation#kratos aurion#mithos yggdrasill#if you read this please please please tell me your thoughts#it fuels me and will probably give everyone more of this#mithos is the worst ever (affectionate)
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Marvel Fic Recs |James Logan Howlett/Wade Wilson
so like everyone with eyes - i found deadpool and wolverine wildly homoerotic. so, i have been keeping my eye out for some good fanfic of them. while i love the honda odyssey fics, this list is mainly longer narrative or character driven fics. I'll add more as they are completed and I read them.
Unwanted, Dead or Alive by fanficbug Explicit 29,666 “Logan,” Colossus chided. He turned his rage back on Colossus. “No. Fuck you, bolts for brains. No Deadpool? No. Fucking. Wolverine.” *** The X-Men of this universe want Logan to rejoin, but he's not interested unless they let Wade join too. Meanwhile, another threat makes itself known in the form of a skull-faced mercenary.
this one had a nice dose of action and pining and its just really great. i always like when these fanfictions feel like they are actually set in the world they are supposed to be in - with villains and danger just lurking about - and i always enjoy a good fight scene.
Newton's Third Law by capitalismwasamistake Explicit 30,385 “Come on, Wolfie, let’s not fight!” Wade sings as he evades the first swipe with an absurd dance move. “We’ll go dancing tomorrow night!” He retaliates with a kick to Logan’s jaw then both his katanas enter play. “Sorry, I know you wanted more of that song, but we don’t have the licensing budget. How about this instead? Stop!” “In the name of love–” “Before you break my heart–” *** Or, Logan is thrilled he can finally fight someone without holding back. Wade is horny and touch-starved. Oh, and there's The Problem.
this fic earned it's explicit rating. the dove is dead with this one folks. there is a lot of gore and fighting and a vivisection involved but it is a sweet story with a happy ending.
i’m just a human trying to avoid my certain doom (that is falling in love with you) by dazecorr Teen+ 44,493 He shifted in his seat, the leather sticking to his skin as he absorbed Wade's colourful description. Gun. Even a knife would do. "Trust me, DP." Dopinder’s voice was earnest, almost pleading. "You'll see, everything will play out fine." With a final eye roll, Wade ended the call and slipped the phone into his pocket. As he opened the passenger door and climbed back into the Odyssey, Logan caught the tail end of a begrudging sigh. "Alright, Dopinder's playing the role of our cross-country cupid, so I guess we're doing this." Wade said, his voice cutting through the tension with its playful edge. "But if I end up thrown out of this 'soccer mom special' in the middle of the desert, I'm haunting you first." "Haunt away, you’ll just get a fist-full of salt thrown at your face." Logan muttered, a smirk threatening to break the stern façade. "Keep your hands off the radio." OR WHERE dopinder's getting married, vanessa is the best wing-woman, ellie is a gossip and logan is a very homosexual train wreck OR a poolverine slow burn-ish road trip fic in an immortalised honda odyssey.
im not typically a fan of road trip fics but i really enjoyed this one. it was quiet and soft story between these two. it explores both of them and their characters without the action or violence of the d&p movie.
#deadpool and wolverine#marvel#deadpool#wade wilson#wolverine#james logan howlett#logan howlett#wade wilson/james logan howlett#wade wilson/logan howlett#poolverine#deadclaws#fic rec#ao3
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That draken piss kink post you reblogged is making me act up rn ngl. So I need to know, what's your thoughts on Griffith with a piss kink? Do you think he would be more subtle with it like having you clean his dick off with your mouth after he pissed? Or do you think he would like the power of just completely pissing all over you whenever he wanted? I'm kinda torn between the two, part of me thinks Griffith would think it's too messy and would only do it in the shower tbh
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!princess!reader, dub con and some noncon, piss kink, omorashi, golden showers, humiliation, public play, oral sex ( m!receiving ), scent marking, all characters featured are aged 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ I TOTALLY GET WHAT YOU MEAN however… consider the fact that he’s power hungry and possessive, he would love to see you covered in it as his way of claiming you. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
he controls your bladder. “You just look so cute,” Griffith purrs into your hair, “dancing around on your tippy toes, I bet your little knees are push inward, yes? Trying not to wet yourself right here?” it would be most inappropriate for a mercenary ( even once that had been recently knighted ) to be as close as he was, had there been any wandering eyes, so he’d pulled you away from the center of the ballroom after your dance and hid away in a darkened corner with you. luckily, the sheer size of the skirt of your gown was enough to mostly conceal him behind you. his hand, skilled and svelte, with calloused fingertips from brandishing a sword for many years, weaves beneath the chiffon of your skirt and worms his digits between your thighs, even as you clench them tight. “Poor, little Princess. Did they not allow you a moment to relieve yourself before they cinched your corset and escorted you to the gala?”
with a sheepish sound, and your own hand struggling to find his beneath the sea of pastel fabric, you shake your head, whispering desperately, “Sir— Sir Griffith..! That is…”
“What?” he teases, pushing his fingers against your netherlips, the tips of them prodding to scrape at your sex, “Is Her Royal Highness humiliated? Uncomfortable?”
“D—don’t… touch…” you beg, finally grasping his slim wrist in your weak grasp, but it doesn’t stop his teasing. his other arm wraps around your waist and pulls your body back against him, pushing against your lower abdomen through your thick, boned corset. “I… have to…”
“I know,” he croons into your ear, his open mouth dragging over it. his fingers inch upwards to tease your button to swell, before he pinches it, and you squeak and squirm, “you must be struggling, hm? the pressure getting hard to ignore? Does it hurt, sweet princess?”
with a flustered pout, you nod. your gloved hand tries to dig into his wrist, and your eyes close tight.
“Does it? Wouldn’t you feel better if you went?”
his fingertips press harder against your stomach, and your back arches when the other hand cups your trembling sex. your eyes widen, cheeks heating up with a furious, hot blush at his suggestion, “S—Sir? Right.. here?!” you gasp, incredulous at him, “I couldn’t possibly— ah!”
Griffith’s fingers rub your clit in rough circles as he pushes your abdomen inwards, applying enough pressure from every angle that you start to feel your control slipping. “Go on,” he urges in a soft, reassuring sigh against your neck, “no one will see you. I would gouge out their eyes if they saw your piss running down your legs, but your skirt is shielding you, this.. my shameful, dirty princess, is only for me to witness. Relieve yourself for me. Let me feel it.”
he doesn’t mind if you go during sex. his thrusts are much too calculated. the shape of his cock too perfect to pummel your hyper-sensitive g-spot when he ‘s pushed your legs up. your ankles rest on his shoulders, feet flopping helplessly as he fucks you like you’re the only girl in the entirety of Midland that he would have. a man possessed when he’s inside, he won’t slow down, he won’t stop, even when you gasp and reach down to your core. “L-Lord Griffith—! I have to… I have to go…”
your features, albeit twisted in pleasure, are shy and innocent, placing your hands on his shoulders to try and ease him off of you, but he doesn’t budge. if anything, his muscles tighten under your fingertips, and he hunkers lower.
“G—Griff—!”
“Shh,” he croons, smothering your mouth with his own, pounding into you hard and fast, jostling you about the bed beneath him. “Go if you have to.” his hair is sticky and damp from sweat, bangs tickling your hot cheeks as he grunts, “Your cunt is much too warm, much too tight, to pull out of even for a moment, for something so trivial as a bathroom break.”
you mewl into his mouth, finding your breath sparse as he seems to suck it directly from your lungs, drilling himself into you, bending your body in half to lay his way against your legs. “I—it’s messy…” are the only words you can choke out as he pins you there. you can hear the bed frame scrape against the floor to the rhythm of his brutal thrusts, and you can feel him jab into your guts, putting too much pressure on your stomach, too much on your bladder.
“The sheets will be drenched with sweat by the time I’m satiated anyways, little princess.” he assures you with a raspy chuckle as he shifts, changing the angle of penetration to batter your cervix, force you to lose control, “If you’re too shy, then I suppose you will simply have to hold it. But I, however, will not make that an easy feat.”
he has you clean him. the first time you spent the night in the Band of the Hawk’s camp, you were much too nervous to allow Griffith to leave you, even for a moment. you’d never been surrounded by so many men before, especially not cold blooded killers, so you even toddle out behind his tent with him when he says he has to relieve himself. at first, your hands clamp themselves over your eyes, and you can hear his stream, spattering the leafy bushes at the forest’s edge. the sound alone has your tummy turning, but it’s only when he elicits a soft moan in the sound of your name, followed by a breathy, “Open your eyes.” that your insides start to knot up.
you do as instructed, cracking your fingers to create enough room for you to peek at him, and your eyes go wide with sordid awe. his cock is thick and beautiful, and the steady stream of golden that flows from it is mesmerizing as it waterfalls over the bushes, raining down on to the grass. his relief emanates not only in the sound of his piss, but the soft sighs that leave his lips when he tilts his head back on his shoulders. his sapphire eyes never leave yours, though, zeroed in on your flustered expression when your hands drop to your sides. “Do you like to watch me?” he chuckles, fondly, when you nod, before he answers. “Would you like a taste?”
your heart pounds against your rib cage as you realize what he’s offering, and just how sinful it is. how utterly vulgar, but you nod, slow, your wide eyes never leaving his stream, until it begins to dissipate. “T—taste…”
Griffith chuckles, one hand reaching out to grasp the nape of your neck and draw you closer, “Well, if you must follow me even out to piss, then you should, at the very least, make use of the moment, no?” his eyes twinkle in the moonlight as he gives you a warm smile, and whispers, “Wrap those sweet lips around my soft cock and suck until I’m clean again, little highness.”
you stare into his eyes, but your knees are already bending as he guides your head downward, and you find yourself opening your mouth before they even hit the ground. the excitement of doing something so… utterly base has your head swimming when you grasp him. his skin is soft, and guide the tip of his cock to your open mouth. the dribbles that would’ve otherwise been shaking off soak your tongue, and you gurgle, happily, eyelids fluttering. you’d never tasted anything like his piss, and as embarrassed as you were, you couldn’t deny that you liked it. your tongue swirls the tip in slow, butterfly strokes, slathering every, twitching inch in your saliva, bathing him with it.
Griffith moans again, this time planting a hand on the top of your head, “Easy, now,” he purrs, playfully, “if that devious, little tongue of yours gets my cock hard, I’ll have to pin you to my cot, won’t I? We don’t want the men to hear you scream for me, do we?”
he uses his power over you and pisses on you whenever he feels the need. “On your knees, my filthy, little princess.” if anyone saw the position he had you in, he would be beheaded on the spot, that much you knew. on your knees, still clad in your tiara but not much else, mouth open, tongue hanging out, ready for him to soak you. “Hold out your hands, cup them, beg me for it.”
you do as he desires, eager to please him. you can’t help but want his approval— his affection, his adoration. when those icy gems stare at you, you want to bare yourself to him and let him have you however he wants. you cup both of your hands together, hold them up near your open mouth, as if begging a summer sky for a cool rain. “P—please, Sir Griffith… p—“ it’s humiliating, to speak the words, but you know that he wants to hear you in your shame. he wants to hear you low and pathetic. “Please piss on me!”
his cock starts to swell, hardening as you beg him, and he grasps it tight by the base with one hand, the other gripping your flawless tendrils in a vice fist just beyond your tiara. “You’re a very obedient, little girl.” he smiles, pulling you even closer. “Pleading for me to drench you in my piss. Tell me, does Her Royal Highness enjoy being made to swallow it, or do you prefer to feel my piss running down your face, soaking your pretty hair?”
you whimpered. you couldn’t decide, and you stuck your tongue out, letting it dangle against your chin as you bat your eyelashes up at him, instead.
he chuckles, “I see, you’re too needy to choose. Such a needy, perverse little princess needs a man to decide for her, is that it?” you nod, eyes wide and happy when he grunts and the first splatter of his stream hits your cheek. you close one eye, and scoot on your knees. “That’s right, little one, you do not need a say, I’ll make up your mind for you.” your open mouth starts to fill up quick, dribbling sparkling diamonds as some escapes, only to cascade on to your cupped hands so you may sip it from the reservoir created, whining softly and happily when the warmth dribbles down from your forehead, rolling over your cheeks, to drip against your chest. the droplets tickle, and you squirm on your knees— but it’s more than that.
you’re getting wet at such a vulgar display of ownership. Griffith can tell by the way you rub your thighs together. “You enjoy this far too much, isn’t that so, Princess?” he teases with a powerful grin, “Your pristine face is dripping with my piss, and your little cunt is wet because of it, isn’t she? Are you getting all excited and sensitive, knowing that my scent is on your skin? That’s ownership, my little love. I do this because I’m claiming what’s mine, and every other man will know now. That makes your cunt happy, doesn’t it?”
#PISS KINK RIGHTS#griffith imagine#griffith smut#griffith#berserk griffith#griffith x reader#Griffith x you#berserk#berserk smut#berserk x reader#berserk x you#berserk imagine#griffith berserk
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Games you can play instead of D&D
Pathfinder/Pathfinder 2e: Same concept as D&D but by a better company. You are an adventurer in a high fantasy setting. Character creation combines a race and class.
Mutants and Masterminds 3e: Action-focused superhero RPG, uses starting points to buy equipment and skills and build powers by combining effects. Character creation can take a bit to get used to but there are many sourcebooks with helpful examples to use, there are countless pre-built characters online, and a slew of official books containing just about every DC Comics character you can think of to play and interact with.
Vampire: the Masquerade: You are a vampire in the shadowy gothic underbelly of modern society, struggling against any number of threats, kindred or otherwise, while trying to keep the existence of vampires a secret and struggle against your own bestial nature. Will you retain your humanity? Or give in to the beast. High focus on roleplay and social intrigue.
Monster of the Week: A rules-light game based on the Powered By the Apocalypse system that recreates the experience of shows like Buffy, Supernatural, X-Files and Warehouse 13. You play as a Hunter investigationg supernatural mysteries and fighting monsters. Player characters are based on archetypes from this genre (Professional, Monstrous, Spell-Slinger etc) (this one's my favorite! :D)
Masks: A New Generation: Play as a young superhero finding their place in the world. The game creates a coming-of-age story as you grow and change in response to your actions and the people and events around you. Character creation reflects this by focusing on your characters personality, struggles and strengths while being more loose about your actual powers.
Girl by Moonlight: Magical Girls (boys, enbies etc) through a queer lense. You play a magical guardian grappling with destiny, love and the heartbreaking duality between who you are and who the world says you are. Split between four genres you can choose from-classic magical girls, dark magical girls, psychological conspiracy and... mecha. I guess. (I'm gonna be honest I haven't looked super deep into those last two yet). Characters are based on archetypes from magical girl stories, some with very obvious inspirations.
Scum and Villainy: Play as a roguish outlaw in a galactic society run by an oppressive force. You are the Han Solo of this story, smuggling and doing crimes and mercenary work aboard your own starship.
Killer Ratings: You and the other players are the insufferable cast of a cheap ghost-hunting show and have found yourselves in over your heads as you've wandered into an actual haunted location. Play as you explore the site and are most likely taken out one-by-one, returning as vengeful spirits to further terrorize your former cast-mates.
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Beauty and the Beast, but it's Metadede?
Ohohoho-!! This one really got me thinking!! :D If I had unlimited emotional bandwidth and time this could be a fun concept to explore a BUNCH! I'm a sucker for fairy tales! I'm not capable of fully developing this idea right now, but I did brainstorm a little bit!
There's some aspects of that story that I just can't think of good parallels for (Like Gaston, Belle's dad, Belle's character motivations and such). So this is more Beauty and the Beast inspired than being a perfect retelling.
Anyways, ENOUGH TALK. LET'S GO.
So when I read this ask, I immediately got slammed with a very passionate and explosive Brain Blast: Dedede as Beast!! BUT he's got an appearance inspired by King D-Mind (And Dark Mind by extension) and a beastly demeanor like his Primal form in Forgotten Land. So this is not Shadow Dedede!! Important distinction!
Like Dedede's personality in early Kirby games, he would be selfish and arrogant enough to be cursed by an Enchantress to find true love and compassion. (So the rose and its petals are still connected to this curse's time limit.) But at his core there is a being capable of love, compassion, and self-sacrifice! It just takes a bit of character development to get there!
Meta stumps me a bit more. He doesn't strike me as the kind of guy singing about how "there must be more than this provincial life..." And who would Gaston even be?? Beats me.
So instead of being a damsel from a small town with big dreams, maybe he's some kind of traveling knight or mercenary who has always worked alone. He's got a stoic demeanor that can even come off as cold since he doesn't make many meaningful connections with others. But those walls he's put up over his life are indeed capable of coming down with a little care!
You'll also have to forgive me for how little I changed Meta's design... I did this during my lunch break and all I could think of was adding some gold flourishes to his outfit- but there is definitely more potential there than I came up with!!
Why would he get stuck being Dedede's prisoner? Perhaps he bartered someone else's imprisonment for his own. Or he found himself in debt by chance to the King, or accidentally disturbed/destroyed/or damaged something important to him and has to pay with a prison sentence.
Whatever the reason, he's truly stuck living there. And they super do not get along at first. Dedede's fiery temper and Meta's colder exterior would be at odds a lot of the time.
Jumping ahead a bit, here's that scene from the original where Beast defends Belle from a bunch of wild wolves (but here they're Primal Awoofies!)
And from there, the character development continues.... Meta warms up a little and shows more emotion and vulnerability than he ever has before. Dedede cools down in turn and learns that he is worthy of affection and genuine connection... And so on and so on~
As for the supporting character roles filled by "Beast's servants," I figure most of Kirby's allies could be in this role! I just only explored Bandee and Kirby to start with.
I had trouble coming up with household object forms for them (granted I didn't invest that much time into it). So I thought about another time-sensitive form they could take that is high-stakes enough that they'd want to turn back to normal and break the curse. So I came up with the ghostly angel form that happens when you get knocked out in Kirby Fighters. :)
So there you have it! A few days worth of daydreaming for a metadede Beauty and the Beast-type story! Hehe. If anyone happens to find themselves inspired and wants to develop this further as an exercise in AU writing or just plain having fun with it, DO IT! This is my donation to the internet, lol.
...Just please share it with me. I love reading people's stories. <3
#metadede#Kirby au#ask#art#meta knight#king dedede#bandana dee#kirby#idk what to call this story haha but if someone thinks of a good name lemme know#thank you for the fun writing exercise <3#I do like Dedede's “Beast” form a lot haha maybe I'll revisit it every now and then
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hello (again) writeblr! i decided to make a new intro that has all my current wips on it, since i have way more than when i first started out on here.
about me
I go by Space, my pronouns are they/he, and I’m in my third decade of existence, which is absolutely wild. I’ve been writing for most of it, so I like to think I’m pretty decent
I write mostly fantasy and erotica (sometimes at the same time), both original and fanfiction, and all of it's queer
You can find my work on my AO3 here, crossposted to my neocities here, and under my snippets tag
I’m open to tag and ask games, and my inbox is currently open to anything as well. I don’t always reply the fastest, but I’ll get to it eventually! (I don’t take part in chain asks, so please don’t send me them)
I use obsidian.md for all my writing, and it’s my favourite notes app ever, so I also talk about that occasionally. The tag for it is here, and I’m hoping to write some more showcases/tutorials this year!
my main goal is to actually finish some damn books and also to inflict my OC brainrot upon people. so far the second one is the only thing that’s actually happened, but i live in hope
My current wips are Chronicles of Valloroth (Renegade Prince being book one), Obedience, Obsession, and claws—summaries and links for all four are under the cut!
this is my writing sideblog, you can find my main @thespacelizard, and i follow/like from there
tag directory is here
current wips
Chronicles of Valloroth
⚔ Genre: Fantasy Adventure
⚔ Features: Queer cast, found family, A Whole Entire Dragon, magical mishaps, The Mere Concept of Doing The Right Thing, a grumpy assassin, a sparkly mercenary, knock-off tieflings, a handsome prince (he’s gay), more banter than your average dungeons and dragons campaign
⚔ Status: Book One: First draft completed, re-drafting in-progress || Books Two & Three: outlined
⚔ One Sentence Summary (Book One): A runaway prince seeks freedom in a new world and must find a way to convince a rag-tag group to defeat an ancient dragon, all whilst he is being hunted by a band of mercenaries and an infamous assassin.
⚔ Series Tag: valloroth blogging
claws
🩸 Genre: Queer Horror
🩸 Features: teacher/student relationship (university edition), toxic romance, gender fuckery, broken identity, demonology, murder, self-harm, obsession, stalking, infidelity, a lot of blood, pact-based magic system, corruption, jealousy, eldritch entities, love is a wound, body horror, attempted suicide, and a little bit of arachnophilia
🩸 Status: First draft complete!
🩸 One Sentence Summary: A young student’s obsession with his demonology teacher sparks a twisted romance that draws him to the limits of his humanity—and into the web of an eldritch horror.
🩸 Series Tag: wip: claws
Obedience
💜 Genre: Erotic Romance, D&D fanfiction (original characters, Forgotten Realms setting & loose 5E ruleset)
💜 Features: a variety of BDSM scenarios, one closed off wizard dom, one enthusiastic nerdy sub, weird uses for dnd spells, a painful amount of pining, somehow; worldbuilding, emotional slow burn, as much self indulgence as I can possibly fit in a fanfic series
💜 Status: Arcs 1-3 are complete (read on AO3 here, or my neocities here). The first book of Arc 4, The Perils of Wanting is currently being posted bi-monthly here. The second book of Arc 4, A Question of Trust, is on its second draft.
💜 One Sentence Summary: A D/s M/M series featuring two wizard boys, the kinky magic they get up to, and the feelings they definitely don’t have for each other.
💜 Series Tag: obedience fic blogging (it began on my main, so the tag there has more snippets)
Obsession
🕷 Genre: War of the Spider Queen/Forgotten Realms fanfiction, also Erotica, Horror and a smidge of Dark Romance
🕷 Features: OC/canon, a nightmare transmasc wizard boy, obsession, stalking, jealousy, violent impulses, dubious consent, possessiveness, evil gender dysphoria, incest, gore, the inherent horror of Having a Body, and occasionally actual school things happening at Sorcere
🕷 Status: Ongoing serial, which you can read on AO3 here, or my neocities here
🕷 One Sentence Summary: Pharaun Mizzrym is everything to Vizaeth Thaezyr. He’ll do anything for him—even if Pharaun doesn’t know it yet.
🕷 Series Tag: obsession fic blogging (it also began on my main, so check the tag there for additional content!)
#writeblr#writeblr intro#writeblr introduction#writeblr reintro#writing community#writing#writers on tumblr#writers#i did it i remade the intro!#everyone cheer and clap for me#anyway hello to all the people who've joined me here since i started!#thanks for listening to me incessantly post about my blorbos
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slightly new and improved Writeblr intro
About me
I'm bb (bibi, and BB are fine but not Bb, that's a writing signature not mine), 30+, queer, she/they, and I like to write.
My fave genres are fantasy, scifi, and romance. Sometimes with historical fiction and slice of life thrown in too.
I have a probably unhealthy amount of OCs and I want all of them to kiss.
I write both fanfic and original stuff.
I mostly post my own writing, writeblr games, and posts that give me crazy OC thoughts to be tagged. I don't reblog a lot of writing advice or self deprecating writer posts because honestly? Couldn't be me.
I did a HUGE writing challenge this year that was an attempt to write 365 1-shots. One a day. I failed but that's okay. I wrote like 200 of them and that's great and I'm proud of myself.
This is a side blog. I follow from @xaz-fr
I love asks and tumblr messages. I do writeblr games but I could really use some writeblr friends to tag in the ones I do get :,D
I'd love to look at your stuff. You should def show me your writing in a reply or reblog :3
Main tags (that aren't WIPs)
#365 - the big year long project. It has some original stuff, and some fanfic. Lots of adult themes. Lots of original spooky stuff. Lots of 'horror and love are the same thing actually'. Things that are Very Adult are posted on AO3 with a link.
#Fey Alliance - catch all tag for my main setting, the Fey Alliance
#rattling - headcanons, world building, story thoughts, character questions, commentary. Mostly any original posts that aren't writing.
WIPs
The Zealous Servant - Dark high fantasy with lots of magic, necromancers, gods, and political drama. The main character Spayar needs to help his friend the crown prince kill the entire royal family before they turn around and do the same to him in order to claim the throne. Very queer, and is written for an adult audience not YA.
Entropy - My main fanfic WIP from the Destiny 2 fandom. Follows my OCs on their journey to bully the fuck out of Shin Malphur; resident Worst Guy Ever. Along the way he gets a hot girlfriend and I force him to have some actual friends because his lone wolf shtick is tired and stupid lol.
Lonos [working title] - This is a backburner one I need to really hash out a bit more. So I'll probably be posting a lot of rattlings about this one. Vaguely middle eastern appearance in setting about a traveling circus where all the players are also mercenaries for hire. Post a massive plague that wiped out almost all the magic users on the continent and the ones that are still around are viewed as cursed or unclean. (I swear I had this idea before the panny :,D) Gonna be a big long gay slow burn. For adult audiences.
Witchbane - Another backburner one I need to churn out some rattlings about. Steampunk set in a country called Ravthica where everyone thinks magic isn't real. When Spencer's parents go missing he's got to start believing in magic real quick when the hag that lives on his family's property tells him witches kidnapped his parents and the only way to get them back is to kill them. But witch hunting isn't exactly easy and he needs the help of some Wild things to find the witches that want his family and their witch hunting dogs all dead. For YA audiences.
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Inge Sjasaris
B A S I C S
Name: Inge Sjasaris (pre-EW), Inge Grymkoelwyn (post-EW)
Nicknames: none
Age: In her sixties
Nameday: 5th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon
Race: Viera
Gender: Loaded question given that I've never bothered posting about her tribe, but long story short: she's fine with being called a woman. In our modern western ways, she'd be more akin to genderqueer. In her people's way, it's hard to translate so she never bothers. Honestly any pronoun is technically fine by her, it'll never be completely right anyway.
Orientation: Whatever, but more female leaning overall.
Profession: Mercenary, alchemist
P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S
Hair: I've yet to find a satisfying mod for what I have in mind but curly and mid-long, black, badly cut 'cause she tends to do it herself whenever the length annoys her too much. Rarely tied though, she doesn't like the feeling (hence the terrible haircuts)
Eyes: Grey
Skin: Dark brown, with some freckles
Tattoos/scars: A tattoo left by Louisoix's spell between her shoulder blades. Many scars scattered on her body, most faded though and none too remarkable.
F A M I L Y
Parents: Both alive, never named them x)
Siblings: Two unnamed sisters and one brother, which she doesn't know is a brother because she left before he hit puberty. He's called Solrunn and is played by @inah-ffxiv (who also plays her wife)
Grandparents: I didn't flesh out the family tree so far so.... no idea
In-laws and Other: She's married to Yersinia Bordetella (which isn't her real name if you wonder after reading Inge's family name above) Also in a relationship with Y'shtola.
Pets: None
S K I L L S
Abilities: The notable ones would be magic enhancing/debuffing (and healing but if you don't get hit, it's even better), war surgery, alchemy (mostly potions), botany and bow hunting. She can hear the Elementals too
Hobbies: Reading smut and romance. That's about it, she loves her job as an adventurer and doesn't take much time off.
T R A I T S
Most Positive Trait: Steadfast and kind
Most Negative Trait: emotionally constipated and prone to reproach people their recklessness before doing the exact same fucking thing five minutes later (But it's different because she knows what she's doing™)
L I K E S
Colors: she loves bright colors in general but mostly wears neutral/earthly colors herself (as to not make a target of herself). Doesn't have a clear favorite
Smells: damp soil, forests, quite a lot alchemical agents, tea, campfires
Textures: Leather, smooth polished wood, soft wool
Drinks: Tea, tea and more tea
O T H E R D E T A I L S
Smokes: Recreationally. Did you know the Twelve will approve of your union even if you're too high to remember the entire day? Should you get lucky enough to meet them, they'll even mention it /shudders
Drinks: Tea and water. Occasionally maybe some fruit juice. Never any alcohol, it makes her sick
Drugs: Nothing other than what I mentioned above
Mount Issuance: Inge's actually in the Twin Adder and got her chocobo through them. The bird doesn't have an actual name, she whistles to call it/give it orders and mostly uses it as a beast of burden rather than a mount. Her yol is in the care of the Mols. She didn't want to take it away from its natural environment, but she visits sometimes.
Been Arrested: Never. To say that she's always a law-abiding citizen might be pushing it though...
Tagged by: @lilbittymonster (ty!) Tagging @inah-ffxiv @adrayellinaeth @archaiclumina @hakai-zonapher @feathersage @wpip-raham @the-crimson-rose @sharlayanscion @ooc-miqojak (so you can pick which character you want to do it with) @punchelf @chadhunkler @clockworkdimensions @gatheredfates @corsair-kovacs @heavensw4rd
I went through my followers list and I have more characters so feel free to ignore if you're not interested and I'll tag more people when I do it with the rest of the cast!
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Top fav AVA/M characters?
Any headcanons u can share?? :D
Any theories??? :3
Tysm for the ask, anon!
My favorite character is Purple but the mercenaries are definitely my current AvA hyperfixation.
It's hard to think of headcanons on command which is why I usually just blurt them out at random times, but I'll try!
1. Victim & Mitsi are 100% a QPR I sense no "romantic" vibes from them and I love it
2. Hazard can't speak. I know technically all of them can't speak but I kinda have this idea that if everyone was able to communicate Hazard would still be making his usual sound effects & popups and only the other mercenaries + Victim can really understand them he had a hard time communicating when he first met the others (I love thinking about the mercenaries istg).
3. TDL isn't really evil and is just impulsive & trigger happy w/ a bit of ADHD here & there, I compare them to how Eve acts in Wall-E when she completely destroys the ship because she got stuck in a magnet 😭 idk if it makes sense but it's exactly how I view TDL. Also they do what they think will cheer TCO up which I think is really sweet
4. Orange pretty much can't handle the fact that they're friends are gone in AvA 4 + AvA 8, and their "super" form is kinda like a defense mechanism. Like I think regular Orange and Super are both kinda separate (I'm calling Orange's super form "Super", sry for any confusion) and Super only comes out when there's simply too much trauma for Orange to comprehend & they protect Orange so that they don't have to experience it more. Which actually explains why Orange doesn't seem to remember anything that happens while Super takes over and why they can't use their powers on command, it's trauma locked... This sounds very plural, I'm just realizing-
5. Purple is socially awkward, but the reason we don't really see it much is because the skittle squad- I mean the color gang opened up to purple very quickly and gave him the chance to warm up to them. I feel like with anyone else though he wouldn't really know how to talk to other people. The rest of the color gang wouldn't really either since nerodivergency courses through their veins, but I feel purple is the only one who actually gets anxious from it.
As for a theory, I already mentioned it in another post but I really feel like Victim views Dark as one of the good guys since the only time they see them is when they're fighting Chosen and noogai3 and not when they destroy Newgrounds with Chosen. And I feel like IF Dark is alive then one of the objectives for Vic in AvA 12 will be to find dark and maybe try to recruit them, only to see Chosen imprisoned, freak out and maybe even break Chosen free. I feel like it would be an amazing way to not only to confirm they are alive but also to resolve the conflict between Chosen and Dark because I don't think they hate each other. I really want to write about it but I don't have writing skills so it will continue plaguing my brain til the end of time 😔
#yapping#tysm for letting me yap#animator vs animation#alan becker#alan becker purple#alan becker victim#alan becker tco#alan becker tdl#alan becker tsc
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permission to be so for fucking real with you for a sec inquisitor
I love when this particular expression breaks through. capacity to be a bit of an asshole and a little hater when too sorely tried: very much still there. and biding its time for its day of glory.
(second pass at peter adaar that I like much better than my first one btw!
I wish we got more presets to work with for the inquisitor and that some of the more weathered/aged complexions had worked out for what I was trying to do here (and that I hadn't forgotten his mercenary days scars after a dazed hour in the character creator D:) so I could render cassandra's tastefully aged emotional support twunk part time messiah full time wife guy with more precision, and also ideally some silver in his hair. finally got to give him his long hair and more slender build as the maker intended tho, we take those, let's call it close enough to a victory. adaar, who has actually met hawke in person, is quietly amused by rye at all times. 'yeah okay varric. I see your game here. if it ain't broke I suppose, it's as good a shot as any')
#love it when rye's face goes all sharp it's enrichment for me personally and specifically#this is even pre-only-murder(and lucanis<3)-in-his-heart rye. he just has some bad news to break to adaar about the solas trajectory#as he sees it.#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#oc: Ellaryen Ingellvar#oc: Peter Adaar#I really like Adaar's voice when he explains adaar is his family name. I am always an american male inquisitor voice 4 lyf stan#rook's hands resting in tightly clenched fists because they're trying to play it so cool but they're this close to mcfricken losing it#is a thing that is very dear to me
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Frog Time
I'm so bad at tagging people so consider yourself tagged if you want to be :)
B A S I C S
Name: Bounding Frog (redacted roe language name because I forgor)
Nicknames: Frog
Age: 18-22 (ARR-EW)
Nameday: 23rd Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon
Race: Hellsguard Roegadyn
Gender: cis woman
Sexuality: Bi
Profession: She has a summer job working with the hippo riders, although that doesn't pay as well as adventuring, so she's looking forward to Dawntrail and doing more than delivery runs.
P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S
Hair: maroon and light pink
Eyes: maroon and light pink
Skin: brown
Tattoos/scars: I headcanon the single choice of tattoos per face for roes are meaningful somehow - I chose coming of age, getting her Adventurer Name, and leaving home, so those were fresh porple swoops over her cheekbones in ARR :D I've only known her as long as she's been Frog and looked like this.
The scar on her nose is from being underhand punted like a rugby ball by an older brother back when she was an orb shaped child. Since adventuring the regular healing has stopped her getting too scarred up from any misadventures.
F A M I L Y
Parents: Notable members of their remote mountain community, maintaining an important set of Arcanima wards around an aetherically dangerous geological fault. Of course, they're good at their jobs so this wasn't very scary as an upbringing. They're a lovely couple and make a hell of a bowl of soup. All else I know about them is they're very supportive and Frog writes to them regularly.
Siblings: like six rowdy older brothers. She was very spoiled by this squad of bodyguards tbh. (Ignore the previous comment about one of them maiming her, they DO love her even if they saw her as a cannonball under other circumstances.) A couple of them left to be mercenaries, uncertain if for Garlemald - they don't write home as thoroughly.
Grandparents: Probably, tbh. We're getting out of my limited perception of Hellguard culture and history but I think I can say the remoteness of their village is an excuse for nothing too terrible to have happened to any of them :P
In-laws and other: She was sort of starting to think of Edmont as a potential in-law and he began acting like it after Events so she's acquired some without marrying. He DID also adopt Aymeric informally, so now she's courting him it's coming back around!
Pets: Multiple, even not counting animal sanctuary beasties. Some she drops by to visit where they're being looked after once she'd raised them or sheltered them for a while (the baby hippo was donated to the hippo riders thankfully before he got too large and hungry for example). Others live at the free company house getting spoiled by the staff. The free company is named after the baby tapir who is the best and cutest. :)
S K I L L S
Abilities: In character, she has yet to find something she isn't good at after a couple of false starts. (ooc is much more of a mess depending on my ability) As an all-jobs all-crafts all-gatherers weirdo she's genuinely alarming to contemplate.
Hobbies: crafting/gathering/fishing is more of a wind down respite than a career calling for her. Canonically she's finished the fishing log... ooc I haven't by a long shot :P She also loves visiting bars and pubs across the world that she's visited to drop in on old friends, or go on foodie tours of places she's liberated. They stole G'raha being a foodie traveller in the dawntrail trailer from her actually.
Kinda always wanted to do a in character review of all the drinking establishments in game.
T R A I T S
Most positive trait: determination and everything that went into being strong enough to do the end walk, which did feel like a culmination of all the positive things they ascribe to the WoL. Since she's living the life of box art Meteor with no plot deviations or alterations except what I can put into the downtime and spaces between cutscenes, I can't argue with times when they REALLY show the admirable heart of the WoL.
Most negative trait: She's not going to say no, so if you need a favour just stand near where she wanders by routinely and look forlorn and you WILL get helped to within an inch of your life.
L I K E S
Colors: royal purple, dark reds and deep blues
Smells: fresh baked anything. Probably also the fresh morning smell when she gets up at ass o'clock to do stretches or whatever gross things morning people do.
Textures: G'raha ears >:)
Drinks: black coffee, red wine, milky tea
O T H E R D E T A I L S
Smokes: tried it with the Vath and hated it. Still has no idea if Fogweed is a drug or not.
Drinks: socially and merrily with a bottomless liver.
Drugs: nothing harder than caffeine and alcohol.
Mount Issuance: her sweet blue chocobo is called Turbulence and threw off everyone who attempted to ride him before that.
Been Arrested: not outside MSQ run ins with the law
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opinion on the porcelain Graves skin???? I don’t hate it but I’m mad it’ll take another year or more until we get another one and porcelain is such a boring theme. Stick him in an interesting skin line for once riot.
Sincerely? I tried to like this skin, I really tried, but.. :/
Well, on twitter I compared Porcelain Graves with the WR exclusive skin Dragon Lantern Graves (not the special edition) I'll transcribe it here.
Let's start with splasharts. Wild Rift's Splash arts are generally criticized, many times I don't agree, some of them are of even higher quality than those of League, which is the case of Dragon Lantern Graves. Even though it's not Graves' best splash, or the best skinline splash, it's pretty and pleasant, my only criticism is that it's a little too static, there's not much movement
the Graves porcelain splash has some problems, at first glance it is.. pretty, but whenever you look at it, there seems to be something wrong, it really is a strange splash, and it's not the fault of the artist who made it.
Porcelain Graves Splash Concepts by Santiago Parra
in the end, they(riot) decided to increase the proportions and add a lot of texture, to achieve this result, so... yeah, it's not the best splash. but it's pretty
Dragon Lantern: 1
Porcelain: 0
About the VFX, let's be honest, they tend to do something very mediocre with Graves when it comes to visual effects, apart from his legendary skin (which it would be stupid of them to do something too simple) Graves' recent epic skins haven't received as much love.
Even though the Dragon Lantern skin has basically the same sounds as the base skin (i guess) the quality of the VFX is absurdly good (better than his legendary if you allow me to say). The Porcelain one.. is... mediocre.. ofc they couldn't put something cool like Lux and Lissandra's skins, right?
I can't post more than one video in a post, so here are the links so you can see the difference between the VFX of Dragon Lantern Graves and Porcelain Graves.
Dragon Lantern: 2
Porcelain: 0
Ok, let's get to the part that irritated me the most. The narrative..
Yes, we agree that Graves is not a big "important" character in Runeterra, he is not there to be a protagonist. That doesn't mean he can't cause real chaos, and set Bilgewater on fire just in an attempt to get revenge on his current partner. Why did I bring this up? because it is absurd to portray Graves as a pathetic and irrelevant character.
With that in mind, read Porcelain Graves' bio:
Not long after gunpowder was invented, the Zodiac searched for a new protector of the Dragon Relic. Though ancient and wise, the gods struggled to find someone worthy, so they settled for Malcolm Graves. Eventually his expertise in firepower was pointed in the right direction (away from all the breakable vases)
It's ridiculous, don't you think?
They are so fond of abusing the fact that Graves is, in some ways, a comic relief, that they make him the real joke, to the exclusion of everything else about him, and making him "unworthy". It's like they're saying "ugh, should this guy really be here? Who called him?". Whoever wrote the narrative of porcelain skinline seems to hate him, for real..
Now let's go to Dragon Lantern Graves' bio:
Graves, a free-spirited mercenary from a foreign land, can hardly wait to join in the fun at the gala. For this burly maverick, harmless ol' lanterns are no more than impractical ornaments—he much prefers filling up massive dragonflame cannons and setting the night sky ablaze with 'em booming explosions and dazzling lights!
1000% better, right? It's almost a delight. It's fun, brings out a little of who he is, and doesn't degrade his image :D
Dragon Lantern: 3
Porcelain: 0
AND WE HAVE A WINNER
#gator talks#malcolm graves#porcelain graves#dragon lantern graves#i don't even like DL skin that much. his hair is horrible#analysis#league of legends#wild rift#riot being a bitch#graves
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It just hit me that had it not been for TwoSet Violin, my character Claretta Tedyono would have never existed... what
I'm not saying that I didn't listen to classical music before I started following TwoSet (since I've been playing the piano and violin, though not regulalry), but they sure made me listen to more classical pieces/made me more curious about them. Like,
2mil Tchaikovsky concert > hey I should try listen to a recording with the orcheastra > I do that > this is also during the time when I was trying to think up of Finan's counterpart > in the first movement's tutti, IMMEDIATE goosebumps that reel me into the piece > 'holy shit is this what love feels like' > 'okay that's it, Finan's counterpart HAS to be a violinist, this movement describes him falling in love PERFECTLY'
So that's how I came up with part time mercenary, full time violinist gal Claretta Tedyono for the cosmic horror ttrpg Delta Gren LMAO and her favourite piece, or at least her favourite concerto, is indeed the Tchaikovsky violin concerto. It holds great sentimental value to her...
I don't wanna go all parasocial, but I do mean it when I say TwoSet taught and inspired me so much. So even though they left so abruptly and disappointingly, hats off and a cheer of thanks to them and wherever 40 hours of practice takes them...
#twosetviolin#twoset#tsv#twosetter#ttrpg art#m-epic#itite#ttrpg character#pawsedsart#pawsedscomic#art#original character#character design#character art#oc#oc art#ttrpg oc#original character art#comic#oc art dump#oc artist#oc artwork#oc story#ocs#my ocs#my art#artists on tumblr#drawing#sketch dump#sketch
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I will 1000% ask about how your Meta-Knight ain't got no common sense :D Please, explain in detail.
Before I start, I want it to be known - Meta Knight is among my top favorite characters. He WAS my favorite character before I got hyper-attached to the tricksters.
That said, I do not put him on the same pedestal most of the rest of the fandom (??) does. And I mean that lovingly. I'm all about having as many different interpretations of characters as possible. So if everyone else's Meta Knights are the smartest member of the main team, that's cool!
But I didn't grow up with the anime, where Meta Knight was the mentor and holder of the only braincell. I grew up with Kirby's Adventure where Meta Knight flings his mercenary group at you while also throwing you Invincibility Candy like he's meme Tuxedo Mask! And he's doing all this AFTER having been entrusted with a piece of the Star Rod by Dedede to stop Dream Land from being consumed by the literal incarnation of Nightmares!!
...Very responsible. :nod nod:
And Revenge of Meta Knight! As can be pointed out, Meta Knight is close enough with Dedede to be entrusted with a piece of the Star Rod and the secret of Dark Nebula's sealed treasure chest, but somehow, in-between these two events, he just randomly decides to START A COUP?! And it's because he thinks random military action will make the Dream Landers abandon their lazy ways!
I really don't think highly of the Return to Dream Land novelization but there's a scene early on where Kirby and Meta Knight are trying to talk down some enemies "peaceably" but the second one of them makes a single misstep, Meta Knight draws his sword like it's a fork at an all-you-can-eat buffet and immediately wants to DESTROY these two goons just because someone said the word "fight."
This one is more of a personal interpretation, but I laugh every time when fighting Meta Knight in Kirby's Epic Yarn because it just feels like every time you snatch the CLEARY EVIL sword away from him, he just grabs the next one without even thinking! (I mean, more likely it just takes him over while he's still fighting off the possession, but I can't imagine Meta Knight would refuse a sword even if it was labeled "Massively Evil - Do Not Touch.")
And he builds the Buddy Fight Tower with Dedede. I want to emphasize that. That wasn't Dedede saying he wants to build a 99-floor tower to fight Kirby and Meta Knight trying and failing to stop him. No, you can bet Meta was on board the whole time. The end credits make it clear they were always in this together.
He's Dedede's Sworn Partner. Not his Smart Partner.
I know I've made some comments about Meta in Amazing Mirror too in regards to the treatment of Dark Meta Knight. One possible interpretation I put forth, based on DMK's crazy pause lore is that Dark Meta Knight has been around for mu~ch longer than the plot of KatAM and yet Meta Knight thought it was cool to just keep a lid on the whole "parallel universe with my blood-thirsty combat-crazed doppleganger running around. Oh yeah, he can also LEAVE said parallel universe at will and has power over prismatic light and can split things into four but again, no need to warn anyone about that. I'll go off to smack him around myself and not tell anyone."
Meta Knight is kinda cringe. He's a big, huge dork. He thinks he knows what he's doing but he doesn't. You know how he likes books? And likes to read? So he's smart?!?
I point you to the Sweet Dreams, Kirby book where Meta Knight shows up with a friggin' encyclopediaat some UNGODLY hour of night and asks Kirby - KIRBY - if he WANTS TO READ WITH HIM!!
No wonder Kirby doesn't grace that with a response.
Meta Knight is... kinda dumb. I'm sorry~! I love him as much as the rest of you do. I really, truly do. But he's a silly bat...
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As for Marx's placement, to re-iterate what I wrote in the tags, Marx may have thought to wish on a planet-sized pocket watch to be able to do mischief all day long with no consequences, but at least he kept his plans to himself. He didn't linger around and get all chatty and give reasons for Kirby or the others to get suspicious.
He followed Kirby discretely, waited until THE perfect moment, backstabbed (back-kicked) Kirby into space and made his wish. Marx would have won if not for the Sparkle Stars saving Kirby's life AND providing him with a ship. And that was damn well nearly a deus ex machina save!
After Marx gets blown up and turned into meat spaghetti, the next time we see him, he's suddenly all playing nicey-nice with Kirby and friends! "Look! I'm a good guy now! Mwee hee hee!" But it's because he knows that Kirby can and will defeat him if he acts up. That Kirby will defy all logic to do it. As he has before.
...Marx learned his lesson FAST. Thus, why I judge him smart.
He is terminally silly though.
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