#including the family that took her in and i figure she probably slaughtered the church too which is just AGH. shes just wants to be a-

[rosecreates]

The favorite places of the BG3 Unholy Trio are as follows...

Sylve: She grew up in Rivington and after she became a mercenary and managed to earn herself a home in the Lower City, she found herself spending a lot of time in Elfsong Tavern to relax, and it soon became her favorite place.

Raven: The Bazaar of Menzoberranzan, where she often found a place to 'perch' and watch the people go to-and-fro, or spend time window shopping. Prior to being adopted into House Mizzrym she would also scam people, and even though she can't say she enjoyed having to make ends meet through conning, she can't deny it was fun fooling people into believing her.

Nimue: Prior to losing her memory, her favorite place was Bloomridge Park. Her foster parents took her there often, where she often had picnics with them and played with other children. After killing her foster parents when consumed by her dark urge when she was a preteen and covering up the murder out of fear, she was taken in by the Church dedicated to Corellon Larethian that she had often visited with her parents. She constantly visited the park at that point, watching the scenery from afar whilst drowning in her thoughts, if she wasn't praying at the Church for Corellon to purge the urges from her and forgive her for her sins or mourning her parents at the graveyard. After losing her memory and returning to Baldur's Gate in Act 3, she regains several memories when taken to Bloomridge Park and finds herself spending a lot of time there again to reminisce.

[asphodelsandpomegranates]

The Runaway Bride (Pennywise x Reader x Pennywise)

“You're ours, darling, do you understand?”

“I've got no choice, papa. My dad's career is on the line and our whole family's reputation is at stake. My 'fiancée's' parents can do a lot of damage.”

“Then we'll slaughter them by one by one.”

“Murdering them won't solve anything. It won't save my family. Please, papa. Please, Penny. Just let me do this. Let me save my family. Forget about me.”

“No! We won't.”

“Oh, Penny. I know this hurts but I won't have you both mixed into this. I don't want the two beings I love get hurt...or worse.

“(Y/N)...”

You raised your hands to cup the older clown's jawline. “Please, Pennywise. Let me go.”

The older clown growled and threw yours hands off of him. “Fine. If that's how you want it to be. Then go to him. Marry the fucker. I'm passed caring, now.”

And he left you and the younger Pennywise alone, slamming the door of his trailer.

The younger clown looked to you, his yellow golden eyes soft and looked to be full of tears.

“Penny...I'm sorry but I—.”

“No, I understand. I think. I don't want to forget about you. You were always mine. You were always Papa's.”

“And I always will be. But right now, I don't have a choice.”

The younger clown trudged over to you and took you into his arms. The two of you held one another for what felt like years. Neither wanted to let you go but you had no choice.

“I love you both, Pennywise.”

“I love you, too, my little human.”

You drew back a little and lightly combed his bright red hair. “Look after our old man for me, will you?”

Pennywise nodded.

Six months later...

You opened the window of the hotel you were staying in and looked at your surroundings. There was no one around.

Good.

You were left alone in the hotel room by your request and your mother had ushered out herself and your bridesmaids. You had then taken this opportunity to check your surroundings and go AWOL.

You couldn't go through with the wedding. Not any more. You'd had enough. You couldn't take any more of your soon-to-be father-in-law's orders and commands.

You almost felt a little hypocritical doing this. You were proving Papa right by running out on your wedding like this and with you gone, your whole family would be in trouble. But at least you would be safe with both Papa and Penny, either in the sewers, in Neibolt or papa's trailer. It was better then being in the same room with a man whom you did not love.

You gathered your dress to one side and climbed up on to the window ledge.

“(Y/N), it's almost time—.” 

You looked round to see your dad standing in the doorway of your room and staring at you in surprise. Guess you didn't hear him knock.

“(Y/N)?”

“...H-hey, dad.”

“Sweetie, what's going on? Are you running away?”

You clambered back down and smoothed your skirts out. “Would...would you hate me if I said 'yes'?”

Your father stared at you for a little while longer before closing the door behind him and you stepping more into the room.

“No. I wouldn't be mad. I wouldn't hate you.” he sighed. “In fact, I probably should have stopped this from day one.”

“But you would have been—.”

“You didn't, though. I've put you through you hell. And if you go through with this, then you might as well go out into the churchyard and dig your own grave.”

He moved towards you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Listen to me, my darling, run. Run as fast as you can. Get out while you still can. Leave Derry. In fact, leave the damn country and get a better life.”

“But, dad, he'll—.”

“I'll deal with him. Just run. Go, now.”

You didn't need to be told twice. You were going to run. But not out of Derry, but to the men, to the creatures that you never forgot and still loved. You would stay with them and maybe come back to your family once the smoke cleared.

You hugged your dad once last time, climbed over the window ledge and jumped.

You kicked off your heels, hiked up your skirt and ran as fast as you could to the woods. The forest floor cut at your bare feet as you ran, the shrubbery and nettles ripped at your dress. A few times it got caught and you had to tug hard to get it free. Once you did, you were back to running.

About ten minutes of running, you leaned against an oak tree and tried to figure out which direction Papa's trailer was.

Your feet were stinging and aching from running and you were panting for air.

Looking round, you found that you had clue as to where Papa's trailer would be. Not in this part of the woods.

“Shit.” you breathed.

You supposed that your next port of call would be the sewers and maybe find your way through to the Neibolt House and sleep on a mattress whether it was new or lush or old and worn. You didn't really care.

You needed to find a sewer's entrance and find your clowns.

Getting your breath back, you made your way through the woods, hoping that a sewer pipe would be close by.

                                                      *************

Penny was sitting in the sewers. He was on his stage of his circus wagon sulking. He didn't want to go to papa's trailer. There was no point. The two clowns had argued to the point of almost fighting in various forms including their true forms. Almost destroying most of the woods around them. Thankfully, it hadn't gone any further for the humans to witness.

Now, he wouldn't go near his own father again. And he was missing you. His perfect little human. Who was getting married to some other filthy, pathetic human. The eldritch clown growled lowly at the thought of you standing at the altar with another man putting a piece of jewellery on your finger. Pennywise had a right mind to go to the church, create a bloody scene and take you back to the sewers and hold you forever.

He pulled his legs off the edge of the stage and crawled towards the back. But before he did, there was a sound that made him falter.

Water splashing from one of the sewer pipes. He sniffed the air.

Human. But it seemed...familiar.

He looked around, his eyes focused on the sewer pipe. Whoever it was it seemed as though they were in pain, judging by the whimpers and the shuddering breath. He moved off the stage and crept closer.

The sounds of splashing water and footsteps grew closer and louder by the second. Then in fell...Penny watched as you flew from the sewers pipe and landing hard in the water. Pennywise stared, shocked by your arrival. He scampered over to you like lightning and snuffled at you, nuzzling your affectionately.

The white dress you wore was all covered in mud and foliage from the forest and now wet from the sewage water. The skirt and your skin was torn and scratched. Whilst you looked to be a mess, you still looked so pretty to the young clown.

What had happened to you?

He snuffed and whined at you like a dog. Your skin was cold and he shuffled closer to keep you warm. You gingerly turned over on to your back and opened your eyes.

“...Pennywise.”

“Little one.” the clown purred, nuzzling your cut cheek. “You're here.”

“...I'm...I'm sorry it took so long.”

“Ohhh, that doesn't matter now, little one. You escaped.” he then looked at you all over. “You look divine.”

You have out a breathless laugh before your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

And you passed out.

                                                      ***************

Papa sat in his recliner, in his trailer with a cigar in his mouth and a newspaper in his hands. He wanted a distraction and all the bullshit that journalists reported might just help take his mind off of what today was.

He didn't want to think. He didn't want to let his mind wander over to what had been missing in his life for the past six months. His own offspring had deserted him, minutes after you'd stepped out of their lives and even had the gall to pick a fight with him. Neither one had backed down. They were the same species of different generations but were just as strong as the other.

Pennywise growled in frustration and focused on his attention on the newspaper. 

So much for not thinking about today.

He finished off the last page and inhaled a large puff of his cigar when the door to the trailer went flying!

Literally went flying. Across the room to the kitchenette.

And in came his son, lumbering in like the idiot he was. He was carrying something limp in his arms.

“The fuck is the matter with you?” Papa growled. “You're fixing that when—.”

Then he noticed what was limp in his arms.

A beautiful girl with dishevelled (h/c) hair, smeared make-up, scratched and bloodied skin and a tattered, dirty wedding dress.

“The fuck?”

Penny glowered at him before carrying you towards the bedroom.

Throwing the paper and his cigar aside, he followed his son into the bedroom as he rested you gently on the bed.

“What happened to her?” Papa asked, panic seeping in his voice.

“She turned up at the sewers like this. She ran out on the wedding. She needs food and drink.”

Pennywise nodded and hurried into his kitchen to be ready for when you woke up.

                                                           ***********

You weren't too sure how much time had passed but when you opened your eyes, it was dark outside. And you weren't in the sewers.

Looking around, you saw that you were in the familiar confines of Papa's bedroom.

You were safe! Thank god!

Letting out a sigh of relief, you tried to shift on the bed into a more comfortable position but found yourself pinned down.

You looked down and found the younger clown sleeping on your chest. His arms around your waist, his head on your stomach and he was purring.

You smiled. You couldn't believe how adorable he looked. You scratched under his chin and ran your fingers through his hair. The large, lanky, supernatural being shifted a little, whining sluggishly.

“Pennywise.” you cooed.

The clown's eyes flickered and then opened wide. He looked up and saw that you were awake.

“(Y/N)...”

“Hello, my gorgeous clown.”

The clown bounded up from where he lay and hugged you tight to his chest. His purring grew louder.

“Pennywise was so worried, yes he was.” 

“I'm okay, now, Penny. I've missed you so much.”

“I've missed you, too.”

“I'm sorry that I had to leave you both. I just—.”

“No need to worry, little one. You're safe with us.”

You slipped from your hug and looked up at him, with soft eyes. You raised up your hands and curled your fingers into his red locks. You scratched and scraped at his scalp, making him purr again.

You loved it when he purred.

“I thought I heard both of your dulcet tones.”

Looking round, you saw Papa standing in the doorway. Well, more like leaning. He was smirking at you.

Slowly, you sat up on the and held your arms out to the older clown. He slid over to you and took you into his arms...and lap. You planted your face into his ruffles, taking in the scent of old and fresh blood, candyfloss and popcorn and cigarettes. A scent that always reminded you very much of him.

“Missed me that much, baby girl?”

“Shut up. You know I did.” You pulled back and rested your forehead against his. “I've missed you both.”

Papa chuckled. He then turned to his offspring. “Kid, go and make our doll face a little sandwich. She needs it. You know how to make one, right?”

Pennywise glared at his father and made a series of grumbling noises as he lumbered off the bed. He nuzzled into your neck before leaving the two of you alone.

It was best that he did. You and the older clown needed to patch things up and a lot of grovelling.

“So, you left him, huh? Took you long enough.”

“I had no choice, papa. I wanted out but...I was thinking of my family.”

“We're your family, as well, sweetheart.”

“Yes but I couldn't get you two involved. “

“Pumpkin, you were being married off to a fucking chump. Of course, we could get involved. Half of that church wouldn't be standing if both me and Pen walked in there. You are our mate, honey. As we are yours.”

“I know, Papa. I finally know that, now. I was only thinking of my family and my dad's reputation was on the line.”

“I know, sweetheart. I suppose I was being a little stubborn and over protective. I'm a little surprised Junior wasn't the one throwing a tantrum.”

“Like father like son? I don't think so, in some ways.”

Papa scoffed and pressed a kiss to your cheek. His eyes wandered over your beaten form and tattered dress. “You look good in that, by the way.”

“Thank you. And before we go any further, let me eat. Several meals.”

“Ha! All right, baby doll. You rest here and I'll see what the fuck is taking the little fucker so long.”

“Be nice, papa.” you scolded as you crawled off his lap and under the worn sheets and blankets.

“Fuck 'nice', sweetheart.” he growled as he left alone.

But safe and sound. 

[jacobsjudge]

Saving the Seed

I was inspired by @leavenopathuntaken and their AMAZING artwork, so sit back and enjoy!

Jacob exhaled slowly, cursing himself for letting the deputy get this close. He had trained them a bit too well, and now they were close enough to end him. Good. He was tired of this life. All his years had been nothing but fighting. Constant, endless fighting. With his father, with the foster parents, with whatever enemy the army told him to eliminate, with his own mind.

At this point, death would be a relief.

“It doesn’t have to end this way,” they suddenly stated, lowering their weapon. “But you already know that.”

“Shut up,” he ordered. But they were right. He did know that. He’d had just enough therapy to know he shouldn’t have come here. And he knew he was rapidly reaching his limit. He could only take so much, and he knew he was reaching that breaking point soon.

But he had to be strong, and pull the goddamn trigger.

“Jacob, look around. This isn’t the place to wage war. And these people aren’t the enemy. You’ve always been a protector. But who was there to protect you when you needed it most?”

“I can fucking defend myself,” he spat, his hands trembling. Shit shit shit, if they didn’t shut up, if they kept pushing, he would fuck up. He had to be strong. There was no room for the weak in Eden’s Gate. There was no room for the weak in paradise.

Not that he would ever see it.

“Look how far you’ve come, though,” they continued. “From abusive home to someone so respected his own men wouldn’t dare think of speaking ill of him. You took blow after blow for Joseph, and took as many as you could for John before the three of you were finally taken away.”

“Shut up.”

“And when you saw that the foster home was no good, you got the authorities attention. And you did it without harming a single soul. You’ve always thrived under the proper leadership, and now you’re the one leading beside Joseph. You’ve defied the odds already. You can do it again.”

His whole body was basically trembling. The deputy was wrong. They had to be. He was feared, just like Old Man Seed. He was no good. Just a blood thirsty warrior with nothing to leave behind. He was so fucked up, and he knew it, but there was nothing he could do.

“You don’t have to fight anymore.”

Those words. Just those words alone broke something in him. It was like all the emotions he had tried to hide had taken on a life of his own, and all he could feel was the overwhelming fear and anxiety and fucking hell, make it stop! Just make it stop!

When he finally came back to reality, he was on his knees, clinging to the deputy.

“It’s going to work out,” they soothed. “Even if it doesn’t seem like it. I promise you, it will.”

“I just want peace,” he forced out, throat tight with emotion. “I’m tired of fighting. I’m tired of constantly searching for the enemy. I’m just…”

“Tired. Burned out. You’ve been holding it together for forty seven years, Jacob. You’ve barely given yourself the chance to just be human. To let someone else take care of you for once. There’s no shame in needing those things.”

He could feel their hand gently caressing the back of his head, and if he wasn’t so broken, he would have been ashamed of the whimper that slipped out of him. He’d never known a kind touch. It had always been a fist or nothing at all. And Christ, to finally feel something besides pain when touched almost had him believing in God.

“Help me,” he pleaded softly. “Please. I can’t keep doing this.”

“I will. I promise. But we’ve got to stop Joseph first. Because you don’t deserve to lose your brother.”

John groaned as the deputy slung him to the ground. Fuck, that hurt! He probably broke a rib when he landed so hard. But that was just the least of his concerns. He was riddled with bullets and cuts, and it was a miracle he could still move.

The deputy reached to take his key, and he swiftly grabbed their wrist.

Their eyes met, and yet, John was unafraid. This was how it would end. This is how it would always end. He was a herald, and he would die for Joseph’s vision. And honestly, as messed up as he was mentally, maybe that was a good thing.

“What if Joseph is right? Did you ever stop to think about that? Everyone thinks he’s crazy, but he’s not.”

Another pained breath. Multiple broken ribs. If he survived, he’d be laid up for weeks healing. But he could see the Wrath in the deputy’s eyes, and he was certain that he wouldn’t survive. What use would keeping him alive do anyone, anyway?

“Look around you. This world is on the brink. You can feel it in your bones. Look at the headline. Look at who’s in charge!”

He was laughing now. The blood loss must have made him delirious. That’s right. Blood loss made people insane. Hell, he was already insane. This was nothing new, really. He coughed when the pain became too much, reminding him how bad off he was.

“You want this key because you think you’re saving people but they are already safe. We had a plan.” He shook his head. “You don’t understand. You don’t believe. You don’t care!”

The deputy snatched, the thin rope snapping, but John’s grip remained firm.

“May God have mercy on your soul.”

And with his final words, he coughed before passing out.

When he came to, he was groggy. What the hell? He was supposed to die! He glanced around before his eyes landed on the deputy.

“I joined the force to help people,” they began. “Including you. And oh, John. You need so much help. After everything you’ve been through, it’s a miracle you’ve done all the things you’ve done. You had it all. And you gave it up for your brother. I can’t fault you for that, but there are better ways to cope.”

“Why didn’t you let me die,” he spat.

“I just told you. I want to help people. I can’t help people if they’re dead. But now I need your help. Consider it returning the favor.”

He kept his eyes on them. What were they up to? Clearly they had some use for him, otherwise he wouldn’t be alive right now. But he couldn’t understand what they were thinking, honestly.

“I know the system failed you. And it failed Joseph and Jacob as well. And I’m so sorry that the three of you went through all of that. You fell through the cracks, and I can’t change the past. No one can. But you can decide to not let it affect your future.”

He thought for a moment. And the deputy was right. His past didn’t need to lead him here, but he had let it. And now he was laid up, sore as hell, and had nothing to show for all that he did for Joseph. He was ignored, he was scolded, and now he was broke and injured.

“What do you need,” he questioned, praying it wasn’t money. Or for him to physically do anything.

“I need to know how to stop Joseph. Before he gets himself or others killed.”

The deputy scanned the water, trying their best to find Faith. Or Rachel. Whatever her name was, they couldn’t just leave her here! Wherever here was, anyway. It looked like the river between her region and John’s region, yet… it was different.

“Faith,” they called, scanning once again. “Faith?!”

They were a law enforcement officer. They were supposed to help and protect people. Not kill them. No matter how psychotic. And Rachel needed help. So much help. Rehab and therapy and who knows what else. And while she had credited Joseph with saving her life, he had sealed her doom.

They spotted her body, and quickly hauled her from the water.

“What are you doing,” she breathed, clearly weak from fighting.

“I’m getting you out of here. And we’re going to get you help. It doesn’t have to end this way. At all. You are not a lamb to be slaughtered, Rachel Jessop. You’re someone who has been used. But it doesn’t have to define you anymore. I’m willing to help you. But I need your help to help Joseph.”

Joseph stepped out of the church, his eyes landing on the deputy. They had fought all this time, yet stories of their mercy were lighting up the radios. How they had spared his family, and convinced them to turn against him. How he now stood alone, more alone than ever, against the nonbeliever.

“You turned my family,” he began. “You told them lies that they so readily believed.” The rookie shook their head.

“I offered them help,” they argued gently, their voice soft and their eyes filled with compassion. “I offered them a better way. One without fighting or killing or harming themselves or others. I offered them what the system I stand for wouldn’t all those years ago, and now I make the same offer to you.”

“Lies,” he hissed, before his eyes went wide. A tall figure stepped out, one he knew all too well.

“Joseph, this has to stop,” Jacob pointed, his eyes tired. “This isn’t good for us. Any of us. Look at John. He tried so hard to get your approval. And he felt so ignored all over again. Look at Rachel and what we did to her. Look at yourself, Joseph.”

Joseph took a deep breath. Jacob was simply misguided. He could correct this. “Jacob-“

“This started as something good. And it was. But at some point, we lost our way. It grew out of control, and now look at us. All of us. You’re trying so hard to reign it in. And you’re killing yourself in trying. John is hurt. He’ll heal, but he was willing to die just to gain your approval. And Rachel has forgotten herself.”

And yet, while fighting yet another fight with him, Joseph could tell his oldest brother was ignoring his own pain.

“Let the deputy help. I know we don’t have much respect for the system. They’ve failed us time and time again. But we can’t let an opportunity to find our way again slip through our fingers. You need help. John needs help. More help than I can offer. Please, lay down the weapons and stop the fighting.”

Joseph eyed Jacob cautiously. And what he saw shook him to the core.

The soldier was weary. His normally proud posture was slumped, worn down by the weight of all he had carried. His eyes, usually so strong and brave, were pleading. And for a moment, Joseph could see the sixteen year old boy that was forced to grow up too fast too soon.

And he knew what he had to do.

“Help my brothers,” Joseph murmured, stretching a hand out to the deputy. “Help us.”

“I will. With everything in my power, I will.”