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delopsia · 1 year ago

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Springsteen | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Word Count: 5,100 Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, AFAB!Reader, (Note the Reader does wear a dress!) unprotected sex, dancing, sex against the hood of Rhett's truck, mentions of Rich!Reader, wearing Rhett's jacket <3. This is best enjoyed with a listen of Springsteen by Eric Church, but you're welcome to imagine any song you'd want. Brief Summary: Dancing to the radio with Rhett gets heated a little bit too easily.

"Go, go, go!"

"I'm going, I'm going!" You squeal, damn near jumping off that last stair. Water splattering beneath your feet as you tear through the gravel driveway. Led along by the hand that's caught your wrist in an iron grip.

Wind catches beneath the ends of your dress, blowing it up past your knees as you run. The kind of brazing breeze that sends you knocking into Rhett's much warmer side, clumsily clinging to his side. Limbs painfully knock together, shoulders and elbows not coordinated enough for such a thing, but he's getting his arm around you and cinching your body into his, and it's almost enough to ward off the bite of late autumn.

"Told ya t' get a jacket!" Rhett sputters, but he hasn't a problem with having you this close. Even if that does mean your ankles are hopelessly tangling. Can't slow down out of fear of that front door opening and the sound of your name serenading through the air as you're summoned back inside, but can't speed up because someone is bound to trip.

"You said the wind wasn't that bad!" Your retort is rewarded with a patch of loose gravel sliding out from beneath you, nearly sends you careening into the ground as you turn.

"Yeah, if you got somethin' more than a dress on!" It's the singular, distant barn light that lets you catch a glimpse of his grin, couples so wonderfully with his wild blue eyes, untamed and free, like that of the herd of mustangs who roam the outskirts of town.

For a moment, time stops.

It's just you and Rhett in this big, cold world. Seconds away from disappearing from the sights of anyone who may be peeking out the house windows. Hidden in a dimly lit room, just the two of you, for as long as you want.

Until his shoulder clips his truck mirror.

"Shit—!" He's already biting into the side of his meaty palm, gaze darting toward the house, where a hundred ears could have heard him.

But you doubt anyone would come out here, even if they did hear him.

Slipping out from his side is the worst thing you could ever do because the chilly air nips at your skin, even in the safety of the barn, but being cold will have to wait. Too busy looking over to see if he's broken his mirror or, worse, cut himself open.

"'m alright," somehow, you already knew he was going to say that.

And now here you are, shivering in front of his broad frame, struggling for words. Of course, he's alright; a man who works on a cattle ranch has worse injuries than a shoulder bumped into a truck mirror. Falling off his horse, cattle trying to run him over, bull horns getting jabbed into soft flesh.

His deep chuckle dances through the air. Effectively snatching and running away with every single one of your thoughts. "You're cute when you're worried 'bout me," his hand rises to push his hat further up on his head. Makes it a little easier for him to lean in, bumping your noses together, "Y' know that?"

It's a little bit too easy to reach up, smoothing your hand up his body, feeling the gentle swell of his broad chest and the solid ridges of his collarbones, all on your way to curl your fingers around the back of his neck. You hardly have to pull him in. The slightest pressure, and he's stepping forward to close the gap.

Rough stubble scratches your chin as his lips meet with yours. Chapped and bitten to the brink of bleeding, but just as familiar as three nights ago. Slower than the last time, no longer fueled by the crippling frenzy of desperation to feel each other and excitement over finding a stolen moment. No rush as Rhett's arms curl around your waist, drawing you in until your chests bump together.

"Y' weren't kiddin' 'bout bein' cold, were you," he observes aloud, voice rumbling against your lips. Big hands smooth up and down the back of your dress, like he's trying to create a semblance of heat there.

Delicate, he pulls you in. Closer this time. Where your arms can coil around his shoulders, and your frigid nose fits into the scruffy underside of his jaw. For a man who's always complaining about being cold, he sure is warm. The chest against yours feels warmer than the fireplace you were idling in front of earlier, entertaining small talk with some boy in a gaudy blazer that he spent far too much on.

His head tilts, nose bumping into your temple as he nuzzles into you, "'s this better?"

"I hope you plan on gluing yourself to me, cowboy," because you're not letting him go until spring comes back around.

Or at least, not until the frost melts from the joints of your fingers and the tip of your nose doesn't feel so numb.

"Wouldn't mind that," he's pausing to press a kiss to your forehead, then another, can never seem to get enough, "not sure if you'd like bein' out at dawn, chasin' cows through rain n' snow though."

"Who said I'd give you back to your folks?" You can't see it, but you can feel his eyes roll. Both of you know that Royal will come kicking the door in if his youngest isn't at work bright and early, busting his ass for a job that pays less than minimum wage because he's family, but it's fun to imagine.

Just one week alone, in a cozy home, cuddling through movies and bickering as you try to put a dinner together, uninterrupted by the responsibilities of life. It's all you ask for.

Rhett's shoulders shift as he shrugs out of his coat. Unveiling that slightly-too-tight flannel that shrunk in the washer a few Sundays ago, sleeves clinging to the curve of his biceps like they're being paid to do it. Such a fascinating sight that you hardly notice the sudden warmth wrapping around you.

"But now you're gonna be cold," your protest is weak, thwarted by the flutter of butterflies in your belly. His coat is so warm, fitting around your shoulders just right, and freshly scented with his favorite cologne—the woodsy one with the scent of autumn crammed into a bottle.

"'s alright," it may be dim in this barn, but it's so easy to catch the way his cheeks have flushed pink, a little too eager to see you in his jacket. "I got somethin' that'll warm us up."

Before you can even begin to ask what that could be, he's stepping off toward his truck. Hinges squeal as he opens the driver-side door, one of its many, many signs of age. It's a miracle the old thing even runs, considering its rough life as a ranch truck. Still clinging to its last bits of life, too stubborn to go just yet.

"I found this at a yard sale the other day," Rhett grunts, lifting something gray out of the passenger seat. Square, with a big antenna that reminds you of...

"How is a radio gonna keep us warm?" Your head tilts to the side, since when did he own a radio, anyway?

"You'll see." There's a long, dangling cord that Rhett's coiling in his free hand as he hauls it over to the outlet. The one on the workbench you've been using as home to your laptop as of late, where the Wi-Fi connection is the weakest. A small price to pay to watch movies together without needing to worry about sneaking into each other's homes.

"Only downside is, the damn thing ate my Eric Church CD," the end of his sentence disrupted by his own laughter, "'s what I get for buyin' yard sale radios."

As he says that, the radio flickers to life, the coarse sound of static rumbling through the air as he fumbles with the buttons. A little unfamiliar with the layout of this old machine, dented and splattered in hot pink paint.

Music erupts from the speakers. Looping through the same three seconds of a lyric that you can't quite hear. Then dies into silence just as quickly. A familiar song wavers through the air, growing louder as Rhett messes with the dial.

You still don't get what he's on about. "Springsteen?" How is an Eric Church song going to warm you two up? Catch fire?

The track loops, the intro catching on a new scratch in the CD. You've heard him play this CD enough times to know it's never skipped in this song until now.

But then Rhett's holding his hand out, grin so wide that his eyes curl with it, "c'mon," he breathes, his voice light as an autumn leaf, "dance with me."

You know better than anyone that Rhett Abbott cannot dance. Yet, you're slipping your palm into his, letting him sweep you into a lazy spin that flares out the ends of your dress. Your silhouette picture perfect on the barn floor as the song finally starts to play.

"This is your idea of warming up, huh?" You giggle, accidentally stepping nose to nose with each other, then stepping a bit too far apart. Eager to be close but afraid to step on each other's toes. Carefully turning and moving with no real rhythm, just doing whatever feels right in that given second.

"Remembered that video y' sent me, 'bout that couple dancin' n' all," funny, how he remembers that because you can hardly recall when you sent it to him. What other ideas has he been storing up in that pretty head of his? "Couldn't figure out how t' get a beach in a barn."

Now you're finding your pacing, something slow that lets him nudge your foreheads together. Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders like they belong there. The ruggedness of his jacket an uncanny contrast against the soft, delicate material of your dress. A mashing of two styles that would send many of your visitors into a tizzy. But God, it's so warm. Like a second Rhett, curled around your body to keep you safe from the nip of the wind.

It's no romantic sunset dance on a white sand beach, but it's better than it has any right to be. Because your bodies bump together with all the clumsiness of two people who don't know what they're doing, and you're starting to drift across the barn, but it's you, and it's him, and it's so...

Enchanting. Perfect. A daydream that has slipped from your head and into the thin blanket of reality. The kind of scene that can be shoved into a snow globe and sold to every tourist who wanders into Wabang.

"Thinkin 'bout somethin'?" He asks, but those eyes suggest he can hear the gears turning in your head, just might be able to read all the wandering thoughts floating past.

"Wondering what they'd say if someone walked in on us, right now," the wayward wondering slips right past your lips, unable to be held back.

Humming, Rhett's head tilts, "s'pose someone would faint," he says, with all the confidence of a man who has seen it happen before, "can't have the big, bad cowboy muddyin' up the prettiest thing in town, now can they?"

"Something tells me you'd enjoy that," you can already see it, the devilish grin as everyone at the party realizes that you're taken after all. Heart stolen by the bull rider they see every Sunday at the rodeo.

"If it means showin' everyone who ya belong to, then—" spurs clank together. One moment, he's there. The next he's gone. Hat bouncing off his head as his ass meets the concrete barn floor. Mere inches away from the start of the gravel driveway.

Big blue eyes blink up at you. Cheeks flushing with crimson as he braces his palms on the ground behind him, leaning back like he meant to do that all along.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Struggling to speak around your grin, you bend to pick up his hat by the crown.

Rhett's silent. Mouth agape as he continues to blink at you, gaze akin to that of a baby deer. And maybe he would be able to talk if you weren't setting his hat atop your head. Have to be careful, it's so big that it'll fall over your eyes if you move too quickly.

But it stays in place, even as you kneel, settling into his open lap. Knees straddling his hips, nose to nose once more. "Showing everyone who I belong to, hm?"

This. This is what you've been missing. The awkward wobble of Rhett's bottom lip as he struggles for words. Overtaken by the sight of you in his clothes, the soft fingers caressing his jaw, and the hand delving into his messy hair. So confident until he's not.

"Uhuh," he breathes, dumbly.

You don't know who moves first. If it's you who dives down or if it's him surging up, but your lips are meeting, and that stupid Eric Church CD is beginning to skip around again. The glitchy repetition of the song an illustration of the way your brain shorts out, set off by the arms circling around you.

Kissing him before was soft, delicate. This one...this kiss is something warmer. A lick of a flame that you recognize all too well, the kind that promises more to come. His hands roaming beneath his jacket and up your back, the scruff of his jaw tickling your chin. Maybe it's the cold that makes you cling to him, maybe it's the way your head is starting to spin, you cant say for sure, but you can't get close enough.

His soft mouth glides against your own, groans at the way you nip at his lower lip. He knows what you want. You know what you want. And yet, you're surprised by the way his tongue darts out to lap at yours, a bolt of electricity firing down your spine. Sloppily tangling, spit slicking your lips, parting just for the sake of meeting each other again.

Strong hips roll upward, growing bulge nudging between your legs. The rough material of his jeans a wicked sensation against your core.

Blindly, you reach for one of his hands, drawing it between your bodies. And for a moment, you part, panting for a breath you can't catch, eager to focus on his handsome face as you guide him beneath your dress.

His eyelashes flutter. Rough fingertips dip between your dripping folds. "How long you ain't had those on?"

"Since you texted and said you were coming to get me," and there's more to that statement of yours. Ramblings about how you'd intended to part your legs and give him a view when he was flagging you down through the window. But he's bringing his glistening fingers to his lips, and your brain has effectively gone silent.

All of a sudden, it's too hot in this jacket of his. The wind isn't chilly enough to bite back the wildfire blazing across your skin.

Everything moves so fast. One moment, you're in his lap, and the next, your chest is against the hood of his truck, knees knocking together as his calloused palms slide up your inner thighs. Feeling their way up to the curve of your ass, squeezing greedy handfuls.

"Fuckin look at you," he hisses under his breath, and you just know he's leaning back to capture the full picture.

Impatient, you wiggle back into him, whining, "hurry up."

Rhett doesn't need to be told twice. Gaudy, oversized belt buckle jingling as he pops it open and yanks down his zipper. Music to your ears, even with the jumpy radio still droning in the background. That poor CD is so close to reaching its final resting place, but it's not quite there yet.

A familiar hardness nudges between your thighs. So hot against your chilly thighs that it almost burns. His leaking tip slips through your folds, rubbing past your entrance in favor of grazing your clit. A perfect glide that has you biting into the side of your palm to keep quiet. Only sickened by the packet of lube he's pouring onto himself, using your cunt to spread it across himself. Lazily fucking himself against your sex without much effort.

"Can't believe you're out here lettin' me do this," he grunts, blunt head catching, beginning to nudge into you, "what're ya fixin' to do if one of them folks comes lookin' for ya, hm?"

Blunt nails trail up your exposed thighs, a light tickling that has you unintentionally jerking back against him, that thick tip slipping into you without warning. So suddenly full of him that you gasp, head dropping down to rest against your forearms.

Rhett's still talking, eating away the silence as he takes hold of your hips, holding you still while he pushes into you. "What're ya gonna do if you get caught with a ranch hand balls deep in your sweet lil pussy?"

"And how do you plan on dealing with the whole town knowing about your sex life?" Your voice strained, wound too tight by the thick length that's splitting you oh so wide. Don't think you'll ever grow used to how he drags against your walls, such a simple sensation that sends a tremor into your legs.

"Don't mind it," inhaling sharply through his nose, Rhett bends down, his warm chest pressing against your shoulders, "long as they know you're mine."

Kisses pepper against the side of your neck, where a thin sheen of sweat has already begun to collect. A vague distraction from the way his hips press against your ass, skin flush together. You've taken him to the hilt, can barely understand how you've done so, and yet he's still pushing impossibly deeper. Urging every last millimeter of his cock into you, just to hear you grunt, your hand pawing at the slick hood of his truck.

"Rhett..." you whisper, aren't quite sure if it's meant to be a warning or a whimper. Maybe both.

"Y' can take it," his breath tickles your skin as his nose bumps its way up your neck, not stopping until he can graze his teeth against the shell of your ear, "know ya can, sweetheart."

In the back of your head, you know he's right; you've done this more times than you can count, but every time, you can't help but wonder if it'll be your last. Split wide open on his cock, until you're aching from the stretch of him, so full that you can focus on nothing else.

You've never been so thankful to be pressed up against the hood of a GMC Sierra, the cool metal a welcome relief to your overheated cheek. Makes it a little easier to look over your shoulder to steal a glance at your cowboy with his half-unbuttoned shirt and half-lidded eyes.

With a deep breath, you open your mouth again, "move."

A breathy laugh fans out against your ear, so amused by your request and so eager to fulfill it. A gust of wind breezes past as he gingerly draws his hips away. Cock sliding out of you a little under halfway, only to ease back in with the same carefulness as the first time.

His balls bump against your clit on his next push inward. A soft tap of attention that has you squirming back into him, fluttering around his cock like a butterfly. And you know he can feel it because he sucks in an audible breath, the only thing he can do to keep himself from swearing out loud. Twitches into you a little too hard, rocking your body up against the truck, balls slapping against that throbbing little button again and—

A whimper tears its way out of your throat.

"Like that?" Rhett's leaning back, big hands settling on either side of your hips like a warning, "y' wantin' me to be rough with you, darlin'?"

You don't know what you want. So long as he keeps doing this. Working up a pace that rocks your bodies into the truck, the only noises in the air are the soft patter of skin on skin, the gravel shifting beneath your feet, and the soft grunts falling off Rhett's tongue. Barely there noises meant for your ears only.

"Wish you could see yourself," Rhett's muttering, his free hand smoothing across your exposed backside and beneath your dress, feeling its way up your spine, "pr'ty lil ass in the moonlight like this."

Those wicked hips slam into your ass, pushing you forward and up onto your tip-toes; metal squeals as your clammy palms scramble across the truck's hood, searching for purchase.

"Rhett!" You all but yelp. Can't do a goddamn thing but take every bit of him, spasming around him as he drives right into that little bundle of nerves, plush tip kissing it on every pass over.

There's no way someone won't hear you if they open the front door. Will recognize the rocking of the truck and know exactly what it is that you're up to. Bending over for your beloved ranch hand instead of getting close with one of the Tillersons or their equally well-off associates. Desperate for the devilish smack of Rhett's balls against your clit, can no longer think of the elusive opportunities that come with pretending to like someone with more money than the entirety of Wabang combined.

All you can think of is this. The sensation of Rhett's unshaven jaw grazing against your collar as he bends down to press warm kisses to the underside of your jaw. How your dripping sex squelches with his every thrust.

"Lookin' so innocent in your little party dress," Rhett's murmuring into your ear, him and his dizzyingly deep voice. So up close and all over that he floods your senses, mind cluttered with Rhett, Rhett, Rhett. "Gettin' roughed up by a cowboy while all them snobs in there wonder where you're at."

You fear you've forgotten how to speak because your lips are moving, but nothing is coming out. Mind growing foggier with every collision of his body up against yours, whimpering high in your throat. Oh, you've missed this.

"Ought to cum in this tiny lil pussy of yours," his voice vibrates down your spine, sends your skin prickling, "pump y' nice 'n full of me 'n make ya walk right back in that party with my cum runnin' down your thighs."

It wouldn't be the first time he's paraded you through a crowd; your thighs squeezed together as you try to keep yourself from falling apart at the seams. Forced to grin and pretend that you can't feel the way he's spilling out of you.

And you're already so full of him, a plume of heat just beginning to spark where his thick cock disappears inside you. Bodies tangled together so hopelessly that neither of you can figure out who starts and ends where. Only worsened by the hand that tilts your head to the side, your mouth weakly meeting his swollen lips. You can hardly hold the kiss for more than a second, broken apart by how he jerks into you.

"Do y' want that, hm?" He's still talking; fuck, fuck, fuck, why is he still talking? Cooing those sweet words into your ear, a spell that you have no hope of resisting. "Waddlin' 'round your own house, actin' like you didn't just get fucked nice 'n good."

You don't know where you're finding the strength to push back against him. Feet scrambling for purchase in the loose gravel, trying to meet the unrelenting slam of his hips. A futile attempt at getting more that gives him the space to reach down between your legs, coarse fingertips dancing around your swollen clit.

"Fuck, Rhett—!" Your choked cry is anything but quiet, echoing through the dark blanket of the night and carrying its way up to the stars. The same ones that twinkle behind your eyelids, growing brighter with every plunge of his cock, and the massage of his fingers against your clit. Working over and over and over.

Rhett's cheek bumps into your shoulder, his body curving to fit against yours until there's not an inch of space left between your bodies. "Or would y' rather me carry you in and let 'em all see who y' belong to?"

Oh, oh, oh. You can already hear the dramatic gasp of your visitors, the shattering of the steep expectations they've held for you.

But that's only if they don't catch you first, and the noises whittling out of your throat do nothing to help your case. Unable to shut your mouth, dissolving into a limp mess against Rhett's ranch truck. No better than a warm doll, clinging to the remnants of your control while he fucks you. Rhythm falling apart, chasing the same high that's making your head spin, heat washing across your body.

"C'mon, sweet thing," Rhett's voice wavers, sweat dripping from his trembling jaw and landing on your shoulder. "Where do y' want it?"

He'll pull out if you want him to, has so many times before, but you're already babbling, mouth struggling to wrap around the words, "inside, inside, Rhett—hah."

And he doesn't need to be told twice. The weight of his body growing heavier as he settles against you in earnest now, unafraid of not being able to pull himself away in time. Working into your spasming pussy like it's the only thing he's ever wanted to do. The underside of his cock rubbing into that sweet collection of nerves, never once losing contact.

There's a shake in his arms, and it's starting to match the trembling in your thighs, his breath quickening in tune with yours, those deep groans like music to your ears. No longer able to keep himself quiet, weak fingers still working your clit with what strength he's got left. You're right there, you're right there, you're right—

Rhett's forearm muffles the cry that leaves you.

For a moment, your mind is blank. Only dimly aware of the rhythmic spasm of your pussy as Rhett's hips stall, cock twitching as a familiar head spreads inside you. A whine tumbles off someone's lips, might be yours, might be his; you can't fucking tell anymore. Ears washed over with a dull ringing as that heat eats you up from the inside out.

What strength remains in your body begins to dissolve. Your head is still spinning up with the stars when your knees give out from beneath you. But your knees don't hit the ground, instead held up by a nondescript body—Rhett's, you think, pinning you to the truck.

It's the ache in your jaw that brings you back to the real world. Eyes fluttering open as you pull your mouth away from Rhett's forearm, an outline of teeth imprinted over the thick vein that runs through it.

"Y' bit me," he chuckles into your ear, "ain't never done that one before."

You don't know when your dominant arm got trapped between your stomach and the truck, but a portion of the GMC logo has been imprinted on your skin. A temporary brand, only takes one look for it to reveal your recent rendezvous, shows itself off as you paw at the metal hood, struggling to regain your bearings.

On its own, Rhett's spent cock slips out of you, and already you can feel the cum spilling down your thighs.

"I'm gonna be so sore in the morning," you'd sound more dramatic if you weren't caught in the midst of a yawn, "how am I supposed to get up to my room without anyone noticing me waddling like a damn penguin?"

Rhett's warm nose nuzzles against your cheek, and you can't see it, but you can feel his smile. "I'll kiss it better if that's what you're wantin'."

Certainly wasn't an idea that was on your list, but you don't mind the idea of that.

Your legs sway as you push yourself off the side of the truck, leaves you stumbling into Rhett's big, sweaty chest. And you're so, so fortunate that he's quick to react, big arms coiling around you and securing you to him because you know your ass would be hitting the gravel otherwise.

"At first, I was kiddin' 'bout carryin' you inside," he chuckles, nothing but smiles as he presses a kiss to your temple, "but now I think 'm gonna have to."

"Or," holding up your finger, "you could not take me inside."

He's leaning back, just enough to get a glimpse of your face, crushed up against his shoulder, "'n here I thought you wanted to go back in."

"I do," on their own accord, your arms rise to circle his waist, grabbing greedy handfuls of his flannel. "But I don't wanna leave you."

Because going inside means that you have to leave your boyfriend out in the cold, forced to remain out of sight and far away from the families who aren't so fond of the Abbotts. Old rivalries in a cattle industry that only Rhett's family remains in, forever unable to acquire the same wealth as the others did. As yours did.

But sleeping beneath the moonlight or in the barn isn't feasible. The temperature has only begun to plummet; body heat alone isn't enough to protect against autumn Wyoming nights.

If only the numbers in Rhett's bank account were big enough to buy the respect of the assholes spilling wine on the freshly cleaned carpet of your living room. Carelessly wasting a drink that costs more than this old GMC Sierra, modifications included.

"What if..." he's thinking aloud, gears visibly twisting and turning in his pretty head, "I take ya to that hotel outta town? The one with the theater next door."

"Well, if you let me get my wallet—"

"Naw," Rhett's cutting you off before your sentence can be finished, already knows where the conversation is headed, "you let me worry 'bout that."

All these people at your home, with their needlessly expensive items and mile-deep pockets, and yet it's your blue-collar, run-of-the-mill cowboy who is the least concerned about money. Even when he's got every reason in the book to worry about the numbers in his bank account and the unnecessary expense of a nice hotel.

"Sound alright?" His nose bumps against your cheek, tickling.

"That's more than alright," on their own, the corners of your lips rise into a smile. Your eyes dart toward the barn doors, can already hear that same Eric Church track starting up again. Funny how you now have a memory to go with a song about a memory. "But maybe you should shut off that radio first."

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mcflymemes · 1 year ago

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AS SAID BY IRON BULL * assorted dialogue from dragon age inquisition, updated version

hey, don't top from the bottom.

next time you're free, why don't you come grab a drink?

didn't figure you were the kind to bed your way to power.

love is all starlight and gentle blushes. passion leaves your fingers sore from clawing the sheets.

do you want your silky underthings back, or did you leave those like a token?

you're the toughest, wisest, most beautiful person i've ever met.

these big muscled hands could tear those robes off you while you struggled, helpless in my grip.

i will never hurt you without your permission. you will always be safe.

you don't need to be afraid... unless you want to.

you see us as this forbidden, terrible thing, and you're inclined to do the forbidden...

you want to watch, don't you?

make sure you undress him with your eyes... respectfully.

i'd offer to help you get rid of that frustration but, you know... i'm in a committed relationship.

next time we're alone, i'm going to pin you down and do things your body won't believe.

all that crap made sense to you?

i can't tell you how proud i'm gonna be, watching you out there, addressing them... with this big, old love bite on your neck.

wait, i'll flex a little for you. make it easier.

that staff's in pretty good shape. do you spend a lot of time polishing it?

i can see you don't want to talk about it. bet you looked good doing it, though.

how do you manage that while staring up at everyone's ass the whole time?

you and i are fine as long as you don't do any weird crap.

i'd pin you down, and as you gripped me, i... would... conquer... you.

oh, for shit's sake.

good. i like that energy. stoke those fires, big guy.

all i'm saying is... you ever want to explore that, my door's always open.

worked that out on your own, did you?

you're not as flashy as most mages.

wait, did you "forget" them so you'd have an excuse to come back? you sly dog.

i didn't say it was healthy.

you don't actually like thinking about hurting people, do you?

if you do that, everyone knows you're a spy.

still waiting for me to do something sneaky and spy-like?

we probably won't try down to burn down a city this time.

really not sad i missed that one.

you're lucky then. it was awful.

you only lack the will to get more blood on your hands?

enjoying the great outdoors?

this area's low on dancing girls, sadly.

i've always liked fighting.

i'm not sure you know what you're asking. not sure if you're ready for it.

well, that's a fucking relief.

i'm fine. hurt myself worse than this fooling around in bed.

so, you going to let me have it, [name]? or do i get to wait and wonder?

you really kicked the crap outta that guy.

it's pretty hot where we're from.

it's not a secret. it's just too big for a quit chat.

you get that thing i asked about?

maybe you should stand in front of me.

you ever get the asses mixed up?

you're a damn fine marksman.

i fell on a guy who tried to stab me in the gut.

all right, now you're just making it weird.

nobody fights well when their clothes are on fire.

i... didn't mean to offend you.

that hurts, [name]. that's hurtful.

i may have done it a couple of times on purpose.

i cold 'cause it freezes them, and then they break into little bits when i chop them in half.

with the magic, do you prefer fire, or lightning, or cold, or what?

you don't need to worry. i have no intention of trying to leash anyone.

are you gonna write me into one of your stories?

it's just daring somebody to try to attack it.

when that breaks, you fix it. like we're doing now.

in theory, they're no different from anyone else.

anyone who takes that burden and lives a good life with it has many respect.

you're pretty tall for a human.

the bloodstains are good for scaring enemies.

could you make it sound angrier? "love" is a bit soft.

tell me more about the coat.

i don't need a book to remind me that the world is full of horrible crap.

you're really good with that bow.

it's just friendly. i won't step in your business.

what i'm saying is, please stop stealing my kills.

we should get shirts. probably need different sizes.

i think you're confusing. how can you just pick and choose what parts you believe in?

you know, i really like hitting things.

who has sex smelling like roses?

hey, i don't hate you. you and me? we're good.

hey, no-pants fridays is a cause.

it's a difficult thing you've done, turning your back on one life to live another.

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itsabouttimex2 · 7 months ago

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Can you do escape attempt headcanons with the bullfam?? I’ve been reading your headcanons lately n they’re literally so good 😭😭!!

Bullfam

Escape Attempt Headcanons

Out of this powerful trio, I think Red Son would notice the soonest that you’ve gone out of bounds. With how likely it is that you’re wearing a collar (of his own design) with the sigil of the Bull Clan emblazoned on it, it’s very probable that he has a tracking device on you. Even if you don’t have a collar, there’s always bracelets, phones, shoes… plenty of places to snap an unassuming tracker.

So if you somehow do manage to escape, your foray back into the familiar streets of Megapolis is bound to be cut short in record time.

Red corners you as by sharply rounding the curve of an alleyway, slamming into you hard. As you stumble and fall, the prince snatches a wrist or leg (whatever’s easier) and pulls until he’s dragged you roughly across half the concrete-paved block. After your whimpers and begging turn to pained screams, the half-taurine demon blazes up a runic portal and tosses you in.

Jumping in mere seconds after, Red Son surveys the scene before that unfurls before him.

You lay curled up on the plush purple carpet sobbing into your hand as blood oozes slowly down the road rash torn across your back.

As it always does, a cold regret seeps slowly through his veins at the sight of your suffering.

Red Son hasn’t come to realize something very important to him yet- he hates hurting you.

The prince explodes in a fit of fiery wrath, lashes out, hurts you- then stews in remorse and self-anger. An uncontrollable and ever-raging wildfire that torches even that which is dearest to him.

This is the part of himself he hates the most.

The part he can’t stop from hurting you.

Damage control is the most he can manage after these little fits.

“…come on, Y/N. I’ll get the bandages.”

Oh, boy. Absolutely not. I mean, you can try. Really, feel free. Go for it.

What’s a few broken bones or bloody gashes in return for a brief glance of sunlight? For a singular breath of fresh air?

Okay, so the Demon Bull King isn’t exactly itching to hurt you. You wouldn’t be locked up inside his foundry like a fragile antique if he just wanted to grind you into a bloody smear on the concrete (that’s his son’s job) or pop you like a swollen tick. If he’s got you bolted into a nice little guest room with a Bull Clone, it because this big lumbering warlord actually and honestly cares about you.

Probably, the king sees you as a sort of “youngest child” naive and soft and so very malleable.

So the aspect of “protecting what is his” applies very strongly as the taurine demon catches sight of you fleeing, mild yellow eyes narrowing into glowing pools of fury.

This man is fast- we’ve seen it in canon. Also, his “on all fours” run?? Seeing that coming right at you, clearing miles in literal seconds??

You give up, hit the ground, and go still- if only because you’re entirely unsure of whether or not he’d actually be willing to actual physical contact at such high speeds and atomize the lower half of your body.

Instead, you allow him to corner your cowering form, not struggling as two clawed fingers pluck you off the ground. He’s too angry to even speak- and instead just fold his powerful claws around you, and the begins to stomp home.

You’ve earned yourself a custom-made metal shackle, to be worn through all through the day and night, paired with reduced rations and limited access to water.

But at least he hasn’t harmed you.

Yeah, okay. From everything we’ve seen, Princess Iron Fan is basically… unflappable and unstoppable? I can’t actually remember her directly losing a fight outside of the Sworn Brotherhood when they had the ink scroll. She’s powerful, intelligent, patient… I can’t imagine many ways to truly “get one over on her”.

An enchantment on your nape that prevents travel past a certain area. A magical tracking device planted under your skin. Cursed jewelry that tightens when you disobey. Mystical statues with strange eyes that track your every movement and spring to life when you make for the door.

It’s not happening.

You can try- Iron Fan doesn’t intervene with your escape attempts. You’re bound to fail one way or the other. Why should she waste her energy when your efforts are worthless to begin with?

At least watching your desperate struggles and harebrained schemes puts her in good mood- there’s something about your frustrated tears that she finds all too cute.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Red Son #Yandere Demon Bull King #Yandere Princess Iron Fan #Bullfam #Yandere Brother #Yandere Father #Yandere Mother #Yandere Headcanons #TW: Physical Abuse

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jiecomic · 4 months ago

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Chapter 1- The contract

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Red Son walked through the corridor with a mischievous grin on his face chuckling to himself, right before his mother's room he cleared his throat and walked in slamming the doors into the wall.

" Mother!" He jelled as soon as he kicked the heavy doors "I think I found it!"

Iron Fan turned to her son and looked at the roll of paper which was in his hand.

" Finally..." her red lips formed an evil smile

The women moved to her son and took the paper before Red Son was able to say anything.

"After all these years..." she started to unroll the map "After thousand years my love will be able to come back to living!"

She stared with a flaming gaze at the red marking on the map.

" How are the preparations?" Iron Fan turned to her son with a face full of enthusiasm

" Everything will be ready within a month" Red Son smiled showing all his teeth

"Great" Iron Fan nodded and with a map in her hand she came closer to Red Son "Soon your father will be free again and we, the family of Demon Bull King will raise and rule this world!" She started laughing at the end, soon her son joined her.

The son and his mother were so absorbed in their 'villain moment' that they didn't realise... that they weren't alone....

Just under the ceiling, in a small crack, there was a spy who followed their every move with its red eyes. As quietly as possible the little creature disappeared in the darkness leaving only a small cloud of pink dust...

Jie sat on her cough as soon as she teleported to her house. She buried her nose in her hands letting her elbows rest on the table, after spending a few minutes in this position, she lifted her head. She was emotionally tired but tears still didn't stop flowing from her eyes.

Her lips were formed into something that looked like a smile of a person screaming inside of their head.

"It's all over..." she whimpered quietly, her voice was pretty dry from exhaustion

" Goodbye my old, uncomfortable cough" she whined while trying to stand on her two feet, after that she moved to the coffee table "Goodbye you piece of wood... I'll never forget the pain you give me when I hurt my toe on you"

Then she moved to every other furnitures in the room, then to the kitchen and even a toilet, at the end was her animal which was... well let's say that it was hard to interpret it's race. But for Jie it was a dog, and that's the reason behind his name.

" Gou..." Jie hugged a little beast in her arms still crying like a baby, Gou probably didn't understand the atmosphere since he was only chewing his tail while Jie continued her goodbye " Listen your little demon, your gonna be better without your mom, ok? I-I hic...hic... I left you your favourite snacks and...sniff... and put my picture near your bed so that you wouldn't cry after meee!"

She left him at the floor and got her luggage from gods know where.

" Goodbye, thank you for staying by my side all those years but... You'll going to be safer without me!" She said as she opened the door of her house

Just before taking the first step she froze due to the sudden realisation...

'I have nowhere to go to...' she thought while closing the door

With that Jie decided that leaving her home and bab- *ahem* pet... wasn't a good idea so she started unpacking.

***

"I'm gonna fight them!" Jie stood up pointing her fist to the ceiling " No... Princess Iron Fan will kill me in a second with the help of that lunatic son of hers..." with that thought all energy left her body "Would be much easier if my powers weren't sealed away" she scratched the back of her neck while swearing at the Jade Emperor in her mind.

" That's the end huh?"- she looked at her photos on the wall, all with her and Gou. Some were taken on holiday, some on a beach, the cutest one was with her and Gou celebrating her 2000 birthday "Well... maybe I didn't deserve more than just those thousand years...WAIT!

Jie suddenly stood up all filled with energy from her toes to head "There is a way!"she stood like that for 3 seconds " Cause... He will help me right?" She started to question her decision.

'There is a way that he will agree... although...'

Suddenly she felt something pulling her dress. When she looked down Jie's eyes met the innocent gaze of Gou.

A smile had slowly appeared on her face.

"Don't worry Gou..." She crouched to pet her dog "Till now I have been only hiding, it's time to fight for my life!"

With that thought Jie snapped her fingers and teleported.

She felt confident with her decision and was ready to stand before a great sage.

***

Jie wasn't confident anymore.

She was standing on a beach of Flower Fruit Mountain (the farthest she could teleport to) questioning literally every of her life choices that leaded her to this damn mountain.

" Maybe moving out wasn't such a bad idea..?- It's not like I was never homeless anyway..."

Right when she was about to go back Jie noticed that she wasn't alone.

"Gou?!"

'Damn it! I had to bring him along by accident!'

The dog was so excited about visiting a new place that he ignored his owner and ran into bushes as fast as he could.

"Wait!"

"Gouuuu!"

"Whyyy are you doing this to me..!"

And like this, the great chase had started!

(By the way Gou won)

***

Without realisation Jie had entered the secret cave of Sun Wukong.

She had no idea how had she been able to break the seal, but probably thanks to despair.

" Gou..." she whispered as quietly as she could "Gou..." this time a little bit louder

Woof!

Jie's heart almost escaped through her throat when Gou had answered to her call just next to her.

Now when she didn't have to worry about her pet Jie looked around.

Judging by the state of this place there was NO WAY that the Monkey King would still live here.

At least that's what Jie hoped for.

'I've got so far, it would be a shame to not at least try...'

She cleared her throat and took a deep breath.

"MONKEY KING!!!"

"Are you here!?"

When her calls started echoing through the cave she started counting to three in her mind.

'One'

'Two'

'Three...'

"..."

"Looks like he isn't at home, well what a sha-

"HI THERE!"

At that moment Jie's heart really jumped to her throat.

She made a few steps back trying to calm herself but when she saw HIM her instincts were ordering her to run as fast as she could.

"M-Monkey King?!"- she jelled while looking behind at a specific monkey

" Yeah!- the one and only!" He answered proudly

"But..." he moved closer to Jie and looked at her as if he had a scanner in his eyes "Do I know you...? I don't remember fighting you..."

"You're right" Jie was finally able to say something "My name is-

" What are you here for?" The monkey cut Jie off as if he was already tired of her presence

"I'm here cause-

" You want to fight?"

"NO!"

" You want an autograph?"

"No, I-

" You came here because you feel like a tiny piece of dust in a big universe and you seek for a reason of your existence?"

"...No..."

" Aha! So you came here for the peaches of immortality!"

"WHAT?!- wait, why do you even have them?-BUT NO! I'M NOT HERE FOR ANY PEACHES!"

" Then you are here for-

'Gah! This will take an eternity!'

"Forgive me for interrupting you, but I'm not here for a fight, an autograph, a philosophy lecture or some magic fruits!" Since Monkey King was FINALLY listening to Jie, she decided to use this chance "I mean no charm, ok?"

Chomp!

"..."

" Is this thing yours?" Wukong asked calmly while raising his arm, his arm with such a beautiful, yellow sleeve made from an old, expensive fabric...which Gou was trying to eat...

"It's my dog"

"Take it away until it's still in one piece"

"Yes sir…"

Thankfully Jie was able to stop Gou from chewing Monkey King's clothes.

Wukong was checking his sleeve's condition while Jie was sweating and screaming in pain (mentally).

" I'm sorry..." the demoness muttered quietly. Since Wukong didn't seem to be angry and was a little distracted she decided to finally have a serious talk with him "I'm really sorry for interrupting your peaceful time, but this is half of why I'm here. You didn't know about me till now even though I was living in this city for hundreds years because I was hiding from you. You and every other being that could kill me while all I wanted was a peaceful life..."

She looked at the monkey to see if he pays any attention to her. Thanks gods he seemed pretty interested in her speech.

" As you can see I'm a demon, that's why for many years I was doing only what was expected from a monster, then I faced the consequences and... lost everything... but thanks to you, for the last thousand years I was able to finally live my life the way I wanted.- And I don't want to lose this. The family of Demon Bull King is planning something and you're aware of that. So please... in order to keep our peaceful lives, please... let me stand next to you"

Jie bowed her head and waited for Wukong’s reaction.

" So you want to be my ally? Don't feel offended but... you don't look too strong"

That actually hurt Jie's pride but it didn't take her long to recover and continue

" Unfortunately you’re right, half of my power was sealed away long time ago, but believe me" she looked up at him with a red light in her eyes "If you give me an order I will show your enemies the true fury of the fox demon"

"Ha... sounds more like a servant than an ally" at the end of the sentence Wukong grinned

" If that's who you want, then I'll fit in that role"

The Monkey King seemed to consider Jie's offer.

" Come to think of it..." his face started to show a little bit of excitation " I'm a king... but all I have is a group of a little cute monkeys..." He looked at Jie again. She could tell that he was using a golden sight on her. It really felt as if he seen her through at that moment.

"At least five tails your hiding huh?- he chuckled quietly "ALRIGHT! Since now youuuuuu...."

" Jie"

" JIE, are under my command! As a servant of a great Sage equal to heaven, The Monkey King- Sun Wukong!

Wukong stood in front of a kneeling Jie while lifting his arm as if to reach the demoness, as the air between them became tense and a strange string of golden light connected their wrists Jie knew that the ritual of contract started...

The contract between demons isn't a normal contract. It's like an exchange. A servant gives their live and loyalty to their master, while master shares a little of their power with them. The thing is that only master can break the contract.

At that moment Jie was able to feel the power of Monkey King running through her veins.

' Such a little power and I already feel like my body is about to explode...'

She also allowed herself to look at Monkey King's soul orb.

You see, Jie has a special ability that allows her to see the souls of livings trapped in an orb. With that Jie could always recognise the power, personality and sometimes the intention of the soul's owner.

There is not such a thing like two identical souls but Jie had never seen a soul like Wukong's. It was bright to the point when she though she's going blind, so hot that it could burn her if she had ever reached for it, it was big and it's shape was changing every second as if someone put it into a fire. All because this poor little orb couldn't contain the full strength of the great Monkey King.

' He really is dangerous...'

' But that's good'

Jie suddenly felt an ache on her wrists, she looked at them and saw the two golden rings around her hands.

' Like a chain'

"Is it done?" Monkey King broke into Jie's thoughts "I've never done this before..."

Unconsciously Jie started rubbing her neck, where a jade necklace was hanging. Or, how she liked to say- her death threat.

"Don't worry Master... Everything is just as it should be"

There was no way for Monkey King to know it back then but Jie hid something important from him... the fact that if she found their contract inconvenient for her she could easily break it. Which gave her an advantage.

'There's no way I'll let him use me, for the sake of my life I will never let anyone do that again...'

"So... when are you going to strike the Demon Bull King's family?" Jie asked as if she was ready to cause chaos and beat some demons with her new powers, now she was confident to win against Princess Iron Fan!

"ME?!"Monkey King started to laugh his head off "Nah, I won't even lift a finger!- I'm retired! "

Jie looked as if someone had turned her into a stone "T-Then whose gonna fight the Demon Bull King?!"

"Well, my successor of course!"

"..."

"Excuse me?"

This way the great Monkey King managed to destroy all of Jie's hopes in one sentence

End of chapter 1

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#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk oc #lmk au #fox servant #jie #lmk fanfiction #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king

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salemcantupdate · 2 months ago

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My Herald, a Lavellan who romanced Solas, who during the course of being Inquisitor realized he was trans due to speaking with Krem and Iron Bull but TELLS NO ONE cause the Herald of Andraste at this point must be a woman. He can’t be a man. He dissociates his way through and finally finally gets to dissolve the Inquisition, even if he’s learned his (former) lover will destroy the world.

During the next decade he begins to transition and grows very close with Dorian (after all he is able to get magic testosterone with help from him and Maevaris) and it becomes a romance of sorts.

Who when Veilguard starts and everything goes to shit, detransitions to once again be the Herald (it’s so much easier going back to the role he hated when he’s in a body that isn’t really his, so much easier to get into that mindset when he’s a Woman once more. He hates every second of it but what choice does he have? The Herald was a woman, and thus must continue to be a woman, because to be Herald is to be a symbol. Not a person.)

Anyways this does in fact end with Dorian/Lavellan/Solas threesome. Solas is hit with a truck when he realizes Lavellan is a man and he’s been misgendering him this whole time in all the letters

“Vhenan why didn’t you tell me” Shinji pose evangelian

#salemcantupdate talks #dragon age inquisition #dai #dragon age #dragon age veilguard #datv #Lavellan #solas #Dorian pavus #trans Lavellan #m!lavellan

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szynkaaa · 3 months ago

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Black Myth: Wukong Journal Entries Part 2

Part 1 talks about what happened to the monkeys from Mount Huaguo after SWK died

Part 2 will be about the bosses you fight in chapter 6 to get the Golden Suozi armor parts, I will be linking back to the fandom wiki for the full journal entries and some videos. I highly recommend reading the articles in full because it also talks about what kind of person Sun Wukong is/was.

Sun Wukong's armor were scattered around Mt. Huaguo and turned into creatures after he died.

Disclaimer: I am not an expert in JTTW, a lot of things are drawn up from my own conclusion.

Long text so everything is under cut!

Gold Armored Rhino

SWK has a heart of gold, lungs of silver, head of copper and iron body from being in the Furnace for 40 days

Can still feep pain when injured though

was fed iron pellet and moletn copper by mountain deities and keepers when he was buried under Five-Element Mountain for 500 years

his monkeys didn't visit him :(

also headband curse so tight his head would resmeble a gourd ouch

Golden Armored Rhino mirrors the Great Sage's indomitable spirit, never yielding to defeat

"[...] Even if its horn was shattered, it never lost the resolve to charge into battle, standing resolute and read to fight anew.

In the game, you have to shatter his horn with heavy attacks in order to be able to do a lot of damage, but the horn grows back after few seconds, so it's rise and repeat. Also the location of the armor is littered with dead soldier bodies. After the fight ZBJ says that the bosses were killing the soldiers because the soldiers were trying to get the armor pieces. Dialogue starts at 4:22

Cloudtreading Deer

Sommersault Cloud made Wukong's body invulnerable and movement agile, but his lack of patience would lead to trouble

this whole paragraph: "Immortals often say that Sun Wukong was at his most mischievous and ruthless when he was the Monkey King. Yet, during that time, aside from his battles with the Celestial Court, he rarely harmed other beings. It was only after he became a disciple, following his master and gaining direction, that he developed many thunderous methods. Stealing, robbing, kidnapping, killing, arson, and destroying mountains and caves—all became second nature to him."

Cloudtreading Deer is transformed from his Lotus Silk Cloudtreaders (the things protecting his legs)

represents both sides of his nature: free-spirited and agile nature and his inherent ferocity

Cloudtreading Deer battle has two phases, the first one where it casts stupid tornados and also moves around very fast and through the sky. I fucking hated that phase LMFAO. Second phase was easier, but also spooky the boss turns into some blood deer and it's giving me massive bloodborne vibes. Transformation starts at 8:10 in the video. Basically, phase 1 is the free spirited and agile nature of wukong, and phase 2 is his ruthleness and ferocity

Feng-Tail General

Learned human manners and speech during his travels and when he studied Dao at Mt. Lingtai

"When he left in a huff at Yingchou Stream, the Old Loong King reasoned with him, and he returned to admit his mistakes. He abandoned arbitrary actions and always heeded sound advice." -> Before they met the White Dragon horse at the Yingchou stream, Tripitaka and SWK were ambushed by bandits, and SWK killed them all, to which Tripitaka was not happy about. They fought, SWK left. He then chats with the Old Loong King of the stream, who also told SWK that there was a White Dragon and his master might be in danger, so SWK goes back to Tripitaka. Also in his absence that's when Guanyin gave Tripitaka the headband to be put onto SWK

"He forged brotherly bonds with yaoguais, engaged in jest with immortals, and exchanged banter with Bodhisattvas. His amiable nature endeared him to all, who were ever willing to offer their assistance. He had a sense of decorum and propriety." -> not much for me to add there, he becomes sworn brothers with few yaoguai, like the Bull King or Erlang Shen

"He had the ability to summon wind and rain and could seek out loongs. He could transform into guais for scouting or borrow vessels when needed. In times of trouble, he sought the aid of higher beings, seldom relying on brute force."

-> truth lol, like the amount of times he had to get help from other deities to beat up an enemy and save his master

"This Feng-Tail General, with multiple eyes on his head, had a keen understanding of both himself and his enemies. He was adept at leaping and dodging, avoiding powerful foes whenever possible, and displayed a touch of the monkey's cleverness. It's no wonder that the crown on the monkey's head grasped his nimble thoughts so well."

This is the only boss you didn't have to fight, I saw it more as a stamina / health test to test your built lol. Basically what you have to do in the game is jump onto it's head and hold onto the antenna while the grasshopper is jumping three times, and then pull the antennas out while not getting burned. And yeah in the map he is just leaping and jumping around. Honestly not even sure if you can try to fight it, I didn't bother to find out.

Emeral-Armed Mantis

"Tang Monk often advocated for kindness, while Sun Wukong was known for his punishment of evil."

"At Kui-Mu Wolf's abode, upon learning of the princess's suffering and her reluctance to leave due to her feelings for the yaoguai and children bore for him, Sun Wukong ordered Bajie to throw the yaoguai's children from the height, reducing them to two lumps of flesh." -> Referencing the arc in ch. 38-31 in JTTW, the Yellow Robe Demon, also known as Kuimulang (will abbreviate as KML). KML is one of the 28 constellations, and he had a lover. in JTTW she was reincarnated as a princess, gets kidnapped by KML, married for 13 years and they have two kids. It's those two kids where SWK orders ZBJ to throw them off.

"At Old Yang's house, after learning of the unfilial deeds of the old couple's son and seeing how they indulged him for the sake of incense offerings, he proceeded to behead the son despite Old Yang's pleas." -> Ch. 52 in JTTW, screenshot taken from here

"Sun Wukong's nature was to show no mercy to villains and evildoers; he delighted in eradicating evils and yaoguais. The numerous blood debts on the journey to the West, though each had its reasons, were mostly attributed to the monkey.

The world knew of the other three pieces of armor, but they were unaware that the mantis was actually transformed from the Great Sage's gauntlet. It seems the gauntlet inherited the Great Sage's ruthlessness, for it played tricks on Zhu Bajie with the same cunning."

The last bit refers to when ZBJ was trying to catch the mantis but it jumped into his mouth down his throat into his stomach instead and the DO had to go inside his mouth to fight the mantis.

The first half of the battle is super easy imo but then after you cut down certain % of his HP, the mantis gets a lot more aggressive. While the mantis was inside ZBJ stomach, it is cutting on its wall, hence ZBJ is doubling over in pain. So I guess this refers to how ruthless SWK can be

#the ham talks #black myth rambling #thanks for coming to my ted talk #black myth wukong #sun wukong

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daitranscripts · 4 months ago

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Iron Bull Cutscene

Dragon Hunting

Iron Bull Masterpost

If Bull is in the party when a dragon is fought

Approaching a dragon Iron Bull: Looks like Dragon territory. Oh, this is gonna be good.

When the dragon appears Iron Bull: Oh, would you look at that! That is magnificent!

During the fight

Iron Bull: (Shouts)

Iron Bull: Oh, yeah! Look at that! Taarsidath-an halsaam!

When Bull takes damage

Iron Bull: (Grunts.)

Iron Bull: I’m okay!

Iron Bull: Still worth it!

When the dragon is defeated This… is the greatest day of my life! Did you all see that? (Shouts.)

—

The PC speaks to Bull back at Skyhold

Iron Bull: Inquisitor! Come have a drink!

Iron Bull: To killing a high dragon like warriors of legend!

1 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: What is this? [2]

General: I’m not drinking that. [3]

General: [Drink.] [4] +Iron Bull approves

2 - Investigate: What is this? PC: What exactly am I supposed to be drinking? Iron Bull: Maraas-lok. PC: What does that mean? Iron Bull: It means drink! [back to 1]

3 - General: I’m not drinking that. PC: No offence, Bull, but I think you’re on your own. Iron Bull: Ah, suit yourself. Scene ends.

4 - General: [Drink.] PC: (Swallows.) Iron Bull: I know, right? Put some chest on your chest.

Iron Bull: That little gurgle right before it spat fire? And that roar. What I wouldn’t give to roar like that. The way the ground shook when it landed. The smell of fires burning… Taarsidath-an halsaam. You know Qunari hold dragons sacred? Well, as much as we hold anything sacred.

Iron Bull: Here, your turn.

5 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: What was that Qunari phrase? [6]

General: I’m done drinking. [7]

General: [Drink.] [8] +Iron Bull approves

6 - Investigate: What was that Qunari phrase? PC: That thing you just said. You shouted it during the fight, too. What does it mean? Iron Bull: Oh, taarsidath-an halsaam? Closest translation would be, “I will bring myself sexual pleasure later, while thinking about this with great respect.” PC: You shouted that while it was breathing fire at us. Iron Bull: I know, right? (Grunts.) [back to 5]

7 - General: I’m done drinking. PC: I think I’m finished, thanks. Iron Bull: Really? Really. (Chuckles.) More for me, then. Scene ends.

8 - General: [Drink.] PC: (Swallows.) Iron Bull: Yeah! The second cup’s easier. Most of the nerves in your throat are dead after the first one.

Iron Bull: Ataashi. “The glorious ones.” That’s our word for them. Ataaaaasheeeeeee.

9 - Dialogue options:

Investigate: Why are dragons sacred? [10]

General: I’m sorry we had to kill it. [11]

General: Now I feel awkward. [12]

General: They’re just beasts. [13] -Iron Bull slightly disapproves

10 - Investigate: Why are dragons sacred? PC: Why do you think the Qunari think of dragons that way? Iron Bull: Well, you know how we have horns? We kind of look more… dragony… than most people. Maybe it’s that. But a few of the Ben-Hassrath have this crazy old theory. See, the tamassrans control who we mate with. They breed us for jobs like you’d breed dogs or horses. What if they mixed in some dragon a long time ago? Maybe drinking the blood, maybe magic. I don’t know. But something in that dragon we killed… spoke to me. [back to 9]

11 - General: I’m sorry we had to kill it. PC: It’s a shame we had to kill the dragon. Iron Bull: Damn good fight. [14]

12 - General: Now I feel awkward. PC: When you put it like that, I’m worried I killed one of your gods or something. Iron Bull: Nah. One of Tevinter’s gods, maybe. They worshipped dragons, right? Kill the shit out of them all you like. [14]

13 - General: They’re just beasts. PC: Dragons are big and powerful, but they’re just animals. Iron Bull: They’re more than that. Shit, the Vints used to worship the damn things. [14]

14 - Scene continues.

Iron Bull: Dragons are the embodiment of raw power. But it’s all uncontrolled, savage… So they need to be destroyed. Taming the wild. Order out of chaos. Have another drink.

Dialogue options:

General: I’m really done. [15]

General: [Drink.] [16] +Iron Bull approves

15 - General: I’m really done. PC: I’ve had more than enough already. Iron Bull: Your loss!

16 - General: [Drink.] PC: (Swallows.) Iron Bull: (Laughs.) Nice! To dragons! (Swallows.)

Dialogue options:

Flirt: To you. [17] +Iron Bull slightly approves

General: To good fights. [18] +Iron Bull slightly approves

General: To bringing order. [19] +Iron Bull slightly approves

General: To bad drinks. [20] +Iron Bull slightly approves

17 - Flirt: To you. PC: To the Iron Bull. Iron Bull: And his ass-kicking Inquisitor.

If romanced/slept with Bull Iron Bull: Hey. Hey, kadan, listen. I always want to say this, and I never can when we’re off saving the world.

Iron Bull (female PC): You’ve got fantastic tits. Iron Bull (male PC): You’ve got a fantastic ass.

PC: Awwww. Scene ends.

18 - General: To good fights. PC: To finding the biggest, baddest things in the world and showing them that we’re badder. Iron Bull: Anaan! Scene ends.

19 - General: To bringing order. PC: To building order out of chaos… even if it means killing some dragons along the way. Iron Bull: Even. “Even if?” Especially if! Scene ends.

20 - General: To bad drinks. PC: To whatever this is, and the hangover it’s going to give me tomorrow. Iron Bull: Anaan! Scene ends.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #dragon age transcripts #dai transcripts #dragon age dialogue #dai dialogue #dragon age inquisition transcripts #dragon age inquisition dialogue #the iron bull #iron bull #long post

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laura1633 · 7 months ago

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Had a couple of mentions of 16/33/44 which resulted in this. It's not a full fic, it's just a few words thrown together when I should have been working. Thought I would post it rather than it sit in a folder never to be seen from again.

Max’s gaze fixes on where Charles and Lewis are squeezed into a booth in a darkened corner of the club. They look cosy. More than friendly. Body language mirroring each other.

It’s no surprise when Charles’ head tilts just enough to slot in and press his lips up against Lewis’. It’s also no surprise that Lewis is kissing back enthusiastically. The only real surprise is that they are being so open about it.

It’s something Max should have been all along. Open. Then maybe he wouldn’t have lost out twice. It’s easier said than done though. They’re both rivals, his closest rivals over the last few years. Maybe he thought that would be enough. The back and forth, the adrenaline, the joy of glory, the sting of defeat. Unfortunately it was never enough with Lewis. It was never enough with Charles. He wanted more. Wants more.

He’s never been able to voice it though, not in the way he wanted. Not in the way that mattered. Max was racking up victories on track and holding on to his championship with an iron grip whilst simultaneously letting other things fall easily through his grasp. Lewis. Charles. He thinks perhaps he is just turned on by the competition. Maybe it doesn’t have anything to do with Lewis’ eyes when he smiles or the way Charles’ waist feels clasped in his arms.

The Red Bull driver takes a sip from his drink. His eye line still trained on where Charles and Lewis are pressed together.

They’re talking now, lips still hovering over each other’s like they’re not ready to pull away. When they do pull some distance its to get up from their table. Together. Max doesn’t need to be a genius to work out what is likely happening next.

It’s Charles who sees him first. The Monegasque looking him square in the eyes and smiling. Relaxed. Excited. If Max had any shame he would probably look away but he can’t bring himself to do it, even as they both move closer. The two of them almost in sync.

“Did you like something you see?” Charles is far more relaxed that Max was expecting, there’s a casualness to the way he asks, like he isn’t pointing out that Max has been staring intensely over at them for the past twenty minutes or so.

Max isn’t sure whether he ‘likes’ something he sees. If it were just plain voyeurism it would be hot. It’s not about that though, it’s the fact that it should have been him that he feels above all else.

“We are both in the mood to top tonight” Charles’ grin widens. So does Lewis’. Max is two seconds away from embarrassing himself by snapping about not needing to know all the sordid details.

And then -

He realises. Or at least he thinks he realises.

“You are telling me this because?” Max’s heart slams against his ribcage.

“We thought maybe you might want to join us” Charles continues.

Max’s cheeks burn instantaneously. The type of heat that he knows means his face is bright red.

“If you are in the mood for that” Lewis adds.

That

It’s a little vague. Max can only read between the lines. If they are both in the mood to top then he can only deduce they want him to bottom.

Which is -

Well it’s fine, more than fine actually. Max’s body tingles at the thought.

There’s a small stumbling block. Minor. Nothing to make a big deal of. And that is the fact that Max has never bottomed before. Or been with a guy. Or had a threesome.

So -

“If that’s your thing?” Charles looks amused. Most probably because Max is just staring silently with his jaw slack.

“It’s my thing” Max manages to say confidently despite the words turning his cheeks a deeper shade of crimson.

Lewis laughs. Giggles actually. It’s not unkind though, just relaxed, “So you want to come with us?”

Max nods and stumbles to his feet rather unsteadily. Its not the alcohol that’s causing his knees to buckle as he makes his way towards the exit, it’s the feel of Charles pressed up tight against him on one side and Lewis on the other.

Likely he should say something about his inexperience but it’s not going to change anything. He still wants this. Wants both of them. Wants to be wanted by both of them.

So instead of talking he slides into the back of a cab and closes his eyes, moaning softly as Charles’ lips work their way up his neck and Lewis’ hand curls around his thigh.

#Max Verstappen fanfic #Charles Leclerc fanfic #Lewis Hamilton fanfic

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notebooks-and-laptops · 2 years ago

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Who is the Worst Dude (Gender Neutral) in Thedas?

Well folks, I’m back on my Poll nonsense for a much requested Who Is The Worst Dude (Gender Neutral) in Thedas. There were 80 submissions given in, which me and my friend narrowed down to 64 of the most requested Worst Dudes.

There are two 32 bracket tournaments which will run simultaneously, and then the two winners will face off to get the Ultimate Worst Dude (just to make the charts a bit easier on the eyes).

The tag is ‘Worst dude in Thedas’ if you wanna block it/filter for it etc.

This is just for funsies guys! Please don’t get angry at people if they are voting for your favs or if they disagree with you about who is The Worst! I am running this poll on a good faith belief that y’all will give me fun reasons why you’re voting for people - but also that you won’t send hate to one another for voting a certain way.

So, without further ado, please find the brackets and links under the cut!

ROUND ONE

Harrowmont vs. Bhlen

Hurbert vs. Mad Hermit

Aveline vs. Carver

Caladrius vs. Danarius

Corypheus vs. The Architect

Branka vs. Loghain

Lord Seeker Lucius vs. Meredith

Leandra vs. Keeper Merethari

ROUND TWO

Gaspard vs. Celene

Anders vs. Grand Cleric Elthina

Hardened Leliana vs. Alistair

Erimond vs. Clarel

Hadriana vs. Cassandra

Quinitin vs. Rezeran

Sister Petrice vs. Alexius

Solas vs. Zathrian

ROUND THREE

Sten vs. The Iron Bull

Sandal vs. The Requisition Officer

Arl Eamon vs. Anora

Florianne de Chalons vs. Orsino

Bartrand vs. The Arishok

Gregory Dedrick vs. Oghren

Leske vs. Majorlene

Cullen vs. Taliesin

ROUND FOUR

Flemeth vs. Morrigan

Gamlen vs. Propser de Montifort

Greagoir vs. Irving

Samson vs. Hira

Mother Gisele vs. Magister Halward Pavus

Blackwall vs. Sebastian

Rendon vs. Vaughan Kendells

Ser Alric vs. Uldrid

ROUND FIVE

Harrowmont vs. Sten

Aveline vs. Arl Eamon

Corypheus vs. Bartend

Meredith vs. Marjolenne

ROUND SIX

Gaspard vs. Flemeth

Sister Petrice vs. Vaughan Kendells

Hadriana vs. Magister Halward Pavus

Hardened Leliana vs. Greagoir

ROUND SEVEN

Hubert vs. Requisition Officer

Danarius vs. Florerene de Chalons

Branka vs. Gregory Dedrick

Keeper Merethari vs. Cullen

ROUND EIGHT

Grand Cleric Elthina vs. Prosper de Montfort

Erimond vs. Hira

Rezeran vs. Sebastian

Solas vs. Ser Alric

#worst dude in thedas #dragon age #dai #dao #da2 #dragon age poll

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lasatfat · 6 months ago

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A Small, Quiet Companion

also on AO3

I wrote this for Krem Week 2024, initially for the "play" prompt? But there is some discussion of families too. There will be a part two, but it's not finished yet, and I wanted to make sure I didn't miss the event.

I hope you all enjoy!

*****

“In a world where everyone seems to be larger and louder than yourself, it is very comforting to have a small, quiet companion.” - Peter Gray

When he convinced the Chief to sign the Bull’s Chargers up for the Inquisition, Krem hadn’t been expecting to find so much common ground with the Inquisitor himself.

There’s the obvious similarity, of course, the one over which they’d initially bonded. The Iron Bull calls it aqun-athlok, the Dalish call it shiralen’ashin, but it amounts to the same: both Gideon Lavellan and Cremisius Aclassi are men who started out as something else. That got them talking, but the more they talked, the more connections they uncovered. They’re both far from home, both proverbial fish out of water. Speaking of, they share a taste for fish pockets; their recipes are different, but equally delicious. They both cook, they both sew, and they both enjoy the soft insults the Bull’s Chargers toss between each other. Small things, really, but they’d coalesced into something that Krem is pleased to call a friendship.

And now, there’s one more similarity. Their parents are gone.

It’s not the same, Krem reminds himself, as he stuffs and stitches his latest project. His mother and father may still be out there, somewhere. His father may still be enslaved in Minrathous. His mother may be a slave too, by now, or she might have found some way to eke out a living on her own. She’d only have to feed herself now, after all. At the end of the day, there are questions, unknowns, but those questions bring with them hope. Krem may yet see his parents again, someday.

Gideon’s parents are dead. No questions, there, and no hope either. He and his sisters will never see them again.

Sisters, plural. That had been news. Krem knows Gideon’s twin, Athim, well enough – she isn’t much of a drinker, but she’ll often spend her evenings in the Herald’s Rest, enjoying the music, playing cards, or just talking to anyone and everyone. He’d beaten her at Wicked Grace quite a few times, and she’d always responded with an assurance that “I’ll win one day, Cremisius Aclassi.” Neither she nor Gideon had mentioned their other sister. She’s much younger than they are, from what Krem understands, and she’d been brought to Skyhold to be with her family.

Ever since he heard that news, Krem has been working on something. He’d made these before, and the process is familiar enough to be soothing. To watch pink fabric cut, pulled and stitched into the shape of limbs and a head, and filled with lambswool until it holds, it’s rewarding in its way. He always makes the hands, feet and wings separately. Makes them easier to stuff. Floppy pink ovals for ears, stitches outlining a mouth and nostrils and black button eyes complete the toy.

The girl arrived a few days ago, and since then, the three siblings have been sequestered in the Inquisitor’s rooms, presumably to let her adjust. So much change so quickly would be difficult for him; for a young child, it must be downright nightmarish. He leaves his armour in his own room – it might hide his figure better, but he’s conscious of how it might scare the girl further. He opts instead for a simple baggy shirt, jerkin and trousers. He tucks the finished toy under his arm, and goes to meet them.

Up the stairs, across the main hall, and through the door adjacent to the Inquisitor’s throne. Krem wonders if Gideon might one day sit upon it and render judgement upon his parents’ killers. Somehow, he doubts it. Life is rarely that…just. He climbs the short flight of stairs to the inner door, and knocks three times. It’s only then that he realises his gift is on full display under his arm, and he quickly moves it behind his back instead.

He needn’t have panicked. His knocking seems to have sparked up a conversation.

“…and Josephine said they would handle everything,” he hears Athim say.

“Unless there was an emergency,” Gideon replies. “Oh, you’re coming with me, are you?” He makes a sound like he’s lifting something.

“You can’t take her to the War Council! What if she hears something?”

Krem knocks again. “It’s just me, Your Worship,” he calls.

There’s a moment of silence, in which Krem can imagine the twins exchanging confused looks. He has no official reason to be here, after all. Footsteps clump down the stairs, and the door opens.

Athim looks as if she hasn’t slept properly in weeks. Maybe she hasn’t. Her eyes are dull, sitting above dark bags, and her face is distinctly drawn. She doesn’t bother smiling.

“Hi, Krem,” she says. “Sorry, it’s not a good time. You’d be better off going to Commander Cullen.”

“It’s not official business,” he replies. “I brought something for the kid, to help her settle in, you know?”

Athim blinks, surprised. “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

“It’s okay. I get it.”

Still, she looks down at her feet for a moment, ashamed. When she looks back up, it’s with a warm smile. “Why don’t you come in, for a bit?”

Krem follows her up the stairs. He’s never been in the Inquisitor’s room before, and truth be told, he’d never expected to. It’s well-appointed, to say the least. Three walls of full-length windows, only interrupted by a fireplace and a set of bookshelves in the corner. Skyhold might be impossibly warm, but this room must hold so little of the heat.

Gideon is sitting on the four-poster bed, holding the little girl on his lap. He looks just as bad – the bags under his eyes could be mistaken for the sails of a galleon – but his smile too is genuine. “How many times do I have to tell you? You don’t have to call me ‘your Worship.’”

Krem chuckles, softly. “Force of habit, your…Inquisitor.”

Gideon raises an eyebrow, but lets him off.

“Are you alright?” Krem asks, and immediately cringes. Of fucking course he isn’t alright.

“Better since she arrived, honestly,” says Gideon. Not a no, but not a yes either, and luckily not a ‘what do you think, idiot?’ “Yourself?” And that’s Gideon all the way down, asking after Krem right now.

“I’m fine,” Krem answers.

“Krem brought something for Aisling,” Athim intones. She’s behind him, so she will have seen what it is, but she has obviously caught the clues that it’s meant to be a surprise.

“Oh, you don’t know her name, do you?” Gideon says, suddenly. He lightly bounces the child in his arms. “Krem, this is Aisling. Aisling, this is Krem. It’s alright. He’s my friend.”

Aisling can’t be older than four. Her thick, curled hair is ash-brown, instead of the golden blonde of her siblings, but the same slate-grey eyes watch him from under her fringe. The same golden skin is just as saturated with freckles. She clings on to Gideon as if he might disappear if she lets go.

Krem kneels in front of her, and smiles in a way he hopes is reassuring. “Hello, Aisling,” he says. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Aisling looks up to Gideon’s face, receiving a nod. Heartened, she smiles herself, and takes one hand from around Gideon’s chest to give Krem a little wave.

Krem pulls the gift out from behind his back: a pink, plush nug, with little white wings. It’s about half the size of a real one, all the better for a small child to handle. Its limbs hang limply, its ears flop endearingly. He usually stuffs them enough to be able to stand, but he thought she might appreciate something a little softer.

Aisling looks down at it. “Is it a bunny?” she asks.

“No, da’len, it’s a nug. See?” Gideon points to its wide snout, and its odd little hands.

“Oh,” she says, and then adds, “I like nugs, too.”

Krem holds it out to within her arm’s reach. She takes it by the front leg, gently, as if worried about hurting it.

“What do you say, Aisling?” prompts Athim, gently.

Aisling gathers her courage once again, enough to say a quiet, “ma serannas.”

“That means ‘thank you.’”

“I know. Dalish will say it sometimes.” He smiles to Aisling again. “You’re very welcome.”

Aisling smiles back, and then appears to lose her nerve, burying her face in Gideon’s chest. She wraps one arm around him, too, but the other hand holds the nug tight.

Gideon manages a laugh. “I think you’re on to a winner there, Krem.”

Athim offers a hand to help Krem to his feet. Looking at her face, he can see the tears in her eyes, as she smiles fondly at her little sister. He politely averts his own eyes.

“I’ll see myself out,” he offers. “You stay with her.”

She catches his wrist, and he meets her gaze despite himself. “Thank you,” she says, quietly.

Krem smiles, warmly. “It’s alright. Really, it’s alright. You guys just feel better.”

As he walks back down the stairs, Krem wonders if he shouldn’t make more toys for kids.

#text #video games #dragon age #dai #Krem Aclassi #kremweek2024 #OC: Gideon Lavellan #OC: Athim Lavellan #OC: Aisling Lavellan #Eddie writes

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imagine-silk · 1 year ago

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Iron bull, Cole, Krem saying "I love you" for the first time

》I'm gonna do my fandom rounds. (Also Service Update; my messages are being weird so I can't see asks that have been previously sent and don't know if I can see new ones so if someone can send something, even a 'hi', would be nice. I am also unsure if I can see new messages.)

【Bull】 He failed to keep it a secret.

You were sleeping after a long day. Not rough, just tiring.

In the domestic bliss he traced the words on your back, not thinking much of it. You were sleepy so why would you pay attention to it? He was very surprised when you rolled over and said it back out loud.

【Human!Cole】 Doesn't know the right time so he tells you outright.

"Varric says I need to be careful with how I say this but also to follow the flow, that it will happen naturally. But that is confusing so I'll tell you. I love you."

He is completely sure of your relationship even though he can't really dig into your mind. Not from his lack of ability but for your privacy. Still, he can feel the mutual feeling linger in the air without looking.

【Spirit!Cole】 He knows you want it and knows he wants it.

"You want me to say the words. He stares so intense and thinks about me, not as something to fix and forget but something to cherish. He is the same but different, but mine all the same. I want him to say it's real. I love you. I know it in my soul that I do."

He hears you but also remembers to hear himself, to remember what you have and never let it go. Knowing you know that puts him at ease and makes the words easier.

【Krem】 It comes out of Nowhere and hits you like a bus.

It was just a normal day, normal afternoon eating with the other. He looked at you with lovesick eyes as you laughed at Dalish. When you turned to him he just said, "I love you, you know that?" He reveled in your flushed face as you responded 'yes'.

The others tried to tease him but he didn't pay mind to it. Said they shouldn't knock his love life when they were all single, Bull included. "That hurts, Krem."

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #iron bull #cole dai #krem aclassi #fanart from pinterest

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dacompanionreactions · 2 years ago

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Hello! Love your blog! I had a kind of a silly/fun reaction. How would the DA:I companions and advisors react to a playful Inquisitor sneaking up behind them and giving them a quick tickle attack? 😊

I guess this is mostly under the assumption that they are all close w/the Inquisitor, and comfortable with sudden physical contact. Enjoy!

Cassandra yelps, a high pitched squeak that has her clapping her hands to her mouth with a horrified expression, utterly mortified at the sound she just made. She blushes furiously, but she's not going to stoop to the Inquisitor's level of childishness and return the tickle attack. She will rise above. Forget this affront to her reputation. Or so she would have the Inquisitor think... for a good tactician never reveals their cards, and always has a plan of (tickle) attack.

Varric laughs. He laughs and laughs and laughs until tears stream from his eyes and his stomach hurts. For him, it really dispells the notion of the Inquisitor being this large figure at the front of a huge military force. It's utterly ridiculous, and definitely not the intended effect the Inquisitor wanted on him.

Solas is taken off guard. He's seen and done it all, so it takes something truly special to leave him stunned. Something like a tickle attack. He stands there in a horrific, drawn out silence after the Inquisitor's attempt to tickle him, trying to process what just happened. Solas spends the next thirty seconds resembling a dumbstruck fish. He hastily closes his mouth and reaches a tense agreement with the Inquisitor to never speak of this again.

Oh, the indignity. Dorian is actually appalled at the noise he makes, which is something between a giggle and a squeak, and turns swiftly on the Inquisitor with (playful) murder in his eyes. He's not afraid to get his hands dirty, oh no, and so he rolls his sleeves up and prepares himself for an all out tickle war. Naturally, the Tevene in him begs him not to stoop so low. His pride, on the other hand, begs him to take revenge.

Sera screams bloody murder. Good luck hiding from her, for the Inquisitor chose the wrong person to start a tickle fight with. This girl is ruthless. She'll hide in the rafters and swoop down upon the Inquisitor when they least expect it. Throw in a few lobbed pies and that'll make the experience downright messy. Never mind playful, she's starting a war.

Blackwall is really ticklish, and ticklish everywhere. He can sense someone creeping about and probably assumes the worst. To be tickled instead of receiving a knife in the back is an odd kind of relief. To him, it helps to maintain a sense of normalcy. Yes, the world has gone mad, but people can still have tickle fights and laugh like children. Normalcy is the best kind of revenge.

Cole isn't ticklish. Still, he understands the concept. It's likely that he'd ask the Inquisitor why they felt the need to try and ambush him like that. He gets that they're trying to be playful and get him to laugh, but there are easier ways to do it!

The Iron Bull is not ticklish. He's not, so don't bother even trying. Except he's totally lying. Ask Krem and he'd say, "The boss is ticklish behind the ears. Don't ask how I know." He'd probably bark out a laugh, then full on lose it at the attempt to tickle him. Though he'd likely not retaliate unless he knew for sure the Inquisitor is comfortable with unexpected physical contact.

Vivienne isn't actually ticklish. Unlike Bull, when she says it, she means it. Any attempt to tickle her will be met with extreme retribution. Messing with the Iron Lady means snowballs flung at high speeds into the back of the Inquisitor's head when they least expect it. Vivienne is all smiles, icy and sharp, and when confronted all she has to say is, "What ever do you mean, my dear?"

He'd have to be really close to the Inquisitor for Cullen to be even slightly comfortable with that sudden movement. His knee-jerk reaction would be to panic. He'd also probably try to defend himself or physically remove himself from the situation. If he is comfortable, well, this man grew up with siblings. He's gonna tickle the Inquisitor right back, maybe even give into childish impulse and full body slam them into the floor... and apologise profusely after. And fix his hair.

Leliana sees it coming from a mile away. She'd turn swiftly and catch the Inquisitor's wrists in her hands, then offer them a knowing smile that simultaneously warms and terrifies. "I wish you luck for your next attempt." Is that a threat or a challenge? You decide.

Josephine would yelp with surprise, then erupt into giggles despite herself. She feels just like a young girl again, having tickle fights with Yvette until her tutors reprimanded her for terribly unlady-like behaviour. Josie would never in a million years dream of actually retaliating, but she sure thinks about it. A lot.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #dragon age companions #dragon age reactions #dragon age reacts #cassandra pentaghast #varric tethras #dragon age solas #dorian pavus #dragon age sera #dragon age blackwall #thom rainier #dragon age cole #the iron bull #vivienne de fer #cullen rutherford #dragon age leliana #josephine montilyet

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the-night-writer1 · 10 months ago

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A Bull and his little mouse

This takes place in the Red son of the dead au. Readers aggression is advised.

The night air was cold as Red Boy looked over how much supplies they had left. He wanted to reach the smaller stockhold before Tuesday. Mother had it well stocked for father's return before hell's madness became a threat. So surely that stockhold had medicine, it had too. Mouse wouldn't make it to the fortress stockhold. Plus they didn't have food to get that far. They only had enough for three days a week if he didn't eat.

Red boy wouldn't ask or even let his little mouse not eat. Shanyao needed the food for energy to stay alive. Red boy owed Shan his life after all. The little mouse grabbed him just moments before he could be locked out of shelter amongst the rapidly growing infected. Though that shelter was filled with paranoid assholes. As soon as his little mouse started getting sick they threw him to the curb. Fearing it was hell's madness even though he had no bite,scratch or wound that could lead to it. For fucks sake Mouse stripped Infront of the entire group and they still kicked out.

Thus Red boy left with him taking a enough food to get to the bull family bunker Stockhold in the middle of Megalopolis city. That was three weeks ago and Mouse had only gotten worse. He was loosing the ability to walk for himself and they had to start traveling by ground because he couldn't breathe on the rooftops. As much as Red Boy hated it, they were running out of time.

Each day they wasted was another day closer to mouse dying. He promised mouse, he promised Shanyao that the smaller man see his brother again. Red boy thought back on that promise as he checked on Mouse who was sleeping beside him.

Shanyao's breathing was labored as even while sleeping he couldn't win. Red boy careful pulled him onto the demon's lap to elevate his head and make breathing easier. Just one more day and Red boy be in jumping range. Then they could get the medicine and mouse recover.

"we'll get there soon my little mouse" Red Boy stated softly as he gently ran his fingers through shan's hair.

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A monsterous roar echoed across the buildings as Red boy and Shanyao reached crimson alley. Much more powerful than a normal brain dead bastard. The voice was carried in the wind as Red Boy shivered.

It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. They were so close, it couldn't be! Red Boy's heart was racing, he only knew one voice that carry in the wind like that. One person alone, a person he knew too well.

Iron fan was infected.

He quickly grabbed Shanyao and ran to cover. Pressing his back against the wall as soon as he felt the slight breeze get harder. He had milliseconds to spare as her teleporting wind brought her right to where they were just standing. Why why why?!

Of all powerful demons and gods who walk among mortals did his mother have to be infected?! Father he could at least out run and as much as he hated the thought Red son would have offed himself to save their mother. He held his breath and held Shan to his chest as he peaked out.

He had to see how decayed she was. He could hear her sniffing the air but mother had a horrible sense of smell. Red boy silently gagged, her eyes looked hollow, she only had one hair horn together. Flesh just hung from her gapping maw as she stared with milky white dead eyes.

Had she eaten his brother? No he'd felt it in the core of his being if his twin had fallen. Yet that thing recently fed. Others were here. Had they tried to raid the stockhold? Had Red son been there? Questions for another time.

Mouse was gasping under his hand and they had to move. He needed a distraction, something to draw it away long enough to jump.

The scream that came from another scavenger farer away gave him the chance he needed. Thank the gods some people were stupid and didn't check for traps. He hosted Shanyao on his back and leaped while it went to feed. Ignoring the tears in his eyes, careful leaps got them to the entrance.

It was still shut tight, thank his brother only family could unlock it. Mouse was coughing again as he ran to the keypad quick and entered the pin. The anniversary date of their first reunion. Hopefully he'd see Red son soon as this was over but for now he needed in.

Those big metal doors opened slowly and Red Boy squeezed in with Shan as soon as he was able too so he could close those doors. He set Shanyao down on the clean cool floor before closing the door. Mouse was coughing bad as the doors shut.

"I know mouse I Know but we made it! We're here love please keep breathing I'll be back as fast as I can" Red boy said as kissed mouse's forehead before sprinting towards the medical storage as quickly as his tired legs could carry him. Mouse first then he could collapse. Then he could absolutely break down but he had to get the medicine for mouse.

He was panting as he got to medical storage grabbing a wall tablet and typing in the systems Shan had. Glad this place had private generators since mother didn't trust the city power grid. He was also grateful for his brother's creation of M. I.B. the medical intelligence Bull clone which was approaching rapidly.

"I'm not the patient follow me!" Red boy ordered leading M.I.B to the barely breathing shanyao was fighting for air at this point,"He's the patient. MIB hurry. Shanyao shanyao stay with me. Come on stay with me! MIB do something!"

[Starting medical procedure] the robotic voice stated as MIB hooked shanyao to an oxygen mask. Which for a moment made Shan hack harder for a good minute before a thick chunk of mucus was puked on to the floor beside them.

The next few minutes or hours were a blur for Red boy. Tears of unknown origin were falling from his eyes before his mind shut off. His mouse was alive and they had what he needed.

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"Cherry burn, Cherry burn wake up" A familiar voice said softly as Red Boy opened his eyes. Mouse was looking a lot better, color had returned to his face and his fever was gone.

"hey mouse how long was I out?" Red boy ask as he caressed Shanyao's cheek gently. Had Shanyao showered while he was asleep and was there a shower in the stockhold?

"long enough for me to get communication with someone who knows you" Shan said as he coughed in to his hand,"their waiting on the line"

"okay I better get going then" Red said as he got up and walked over to what he assumed was the device Mouse was using to communicate with people outside," hello?"

"Brother! Thank the gods you're still alive"

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