#lilla's fics

[adorablebanite]

There's no smut in this, just sexy bad guys talking about sexy schemes for anyone interested!

My secret indulgence is writing Balthazar because he's so deliciously smug, and uses his skellies to talk shit.

[adorablebanite]

I'm so shameless, I come here every day to look at this post 😅

Here's a little excerpt from the beginning of the fic that goes with the first coloured scene!

Lilla 💚🖤💚 For @adorablebanite

A couple of scenes from the amazing fic:

Awaiting Further Instruction (AO3)

Check it out! It's a lot of fun. I'm currently at chapter 18 and oh man, stuff get’s fun, crazy and wild (in all the best ways). But most importantly, it is so well written!!! I definitely can’t recommend enough!

And a few more doodles of Lilla because honestly? She's the best. I'm in love.

When it comes to this I think this is the best I can do for now xD I really wanna keep working on my art and keep improving but oh boy it’s gonna take a while. Yes, it looks wonky in some places, yes it looks like Gort is wearing jeans (that was an accident), no, he is not hitting Lilla I’m just bad at proportions and poses. But all in all I’m proud I actually finished it and I hope I will get better

Keep in mind I only have 9 markers xD and I bought 3 of them today because I didn’t gave a green color for the emerald dress (the store didn’t have emerald color marker in stock so I kinda improvised xD). So yea, colors are also a little off

Imma peace out have a nice night 🍎

[bonepointlight]

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[vanitas-no-carter-fanfics]

fem singer reader, singing for vanitas to make him fall asleep while he rests on readers lap!

I love writing song related fics so I am more than happy to do this!

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(Name) had noticed for some time how tired Vanitas was looking. Clearly he was struggling with sleep and it bothered her greatly that someone she had grown fondly for was suffering. The night was cold and a fog had swept the town with its tick fog and mist. (Name) had Vanitas at her home where he rested on the couch. He laid in her lap as her hands played with his hair. Her fireplace giving warmth as the wood crackled in the background. (Name) could see that Vanitas was trying to fight the fatigue but softly without being prompted she started to hum softly. It was an old song from her homeland and her people. The Spirit Song a song past for generations in an old tongue that was both magical and comforting haunting. the wind of the outside provided a magical sound as her wind chimes moved with a beautiful melodic sound as she transitioned to her native tongue of and old forgotten language.

Vanitas felt his body relax. Her melody lulling him in a comforting slumber. The warmth of the fire, her fingers playing with his hair as her siren spell seemed to take effect. His eyes heavy lidded as he saw the mist and fog outside her window rolling in. If the spirit of the mist could sing a lullaby, how would it sound like? Was this is? Wondering through passed him. It was magical. In truth this lullaby had the intention to give the listener a little glimpse into that mystical realm of the mist, which naturally felt like a bridge between their world and other dimensions.

The mist has always been an inspiration for (Name)'s people who were long forgotten. As the modern world grew further away from nature when these magnificent forces were being to be disappeared.

As she sang images flashed in Vanitas mind; the mist is dancing over the forest lakes in the bright nights, it feel like he was getting to see and experience something that is almost not real in their physical world. It was almost pulling him into something else. Like a calling, a demand to be still and listen, to connect to something deeper within. The lullaby held a touch of the ancient folk tunes long forgotten, a melioidotic sound that was both sad and hopeful. Something about the sound of her voice had him very drawn to it that forced his heavy eyes close. The sorrow, the joy, the light and the dark, the heaviness of being a human, the beauty of being alive. The physical world and the spirit world was merging and it gave him a peaceful comfort.

Her song was about the mist calling in a friend to kind them home. A reminder of how the mist will eventually roll over and the stars home will guide you back. No matter how scared you may be the trees of the forest will comfort you with warmth of the harsh winds and when the northern light begin to dance in the sky over the trees and landscape to celebrate your return home. No matter the obstacle, trust in nature and it will guide you to where you need to be.

As her song ended she saw Vanitas sleeping soundly in her lap. she smiled softly as she listened to his soft breath mixing with the sound of the fire, the win and chimes.

Så lilla vän (Sweet friend) Dimman för dig hem igen (The mist will carry you home again) Om du går vilse (If you get lost)

Natten är lång (The night is long) Tusen stjärnors urtidssång (The ancient song of a thousand stars) Dimmorna dansar (The mist is dancing)

Sov lilla vän (Sleep little friend) Skogen vaktar, värmer dig (The forest guards you, and keep you warm) Om du är frusen (If you are cold)

Norrskensljus (Northern lights) Dansar över skog och fjäll (Dancing over the forest and mountains) Brinner i natten (Burning in the night)

Så lilla vän (Sweet friend) Dimman för dig hem igen (The mist will carry you home again) Om du går vilse (If you get lost)

[devirnis]

Hiiii Ali! 🤗 It was so hard to choose but i'll have to go with the bthb trail of blood fic (insert blood drop emoji here which i cannot find for the life of me lmao)

(Ps i hope you'll have fun at pride!🤩)

Hi Lilla! I did have fun at Pride - I miraculously avoided getting sunburned when we were standing around in an open field for like 2 hours waiting for our turn in the parade, but it was good to meet a few new people from the office and their friends :)

A wee snippet for you!

Seeing Evan’s jeep parked in front of his house fills Tommy with far too many butterflies for a man in his forties, but this is the first time since Tommy gave Evan a key to his place that Evan hasn’t texted first to make sure it was okay to come over. You’re allowed to come over whenever you want, Tommy had said the third time Evan had checked with him. That’s why I gave you the key in the first place.

[adorablebanite]

Thank you!!! Sorry I'm late! This has been on AO3 for a while, but I'm technically still working on it, so I'm going to say it counts xD

Lilla's first day of secretarial work @ Gortash's Upper City manor ☺️ things were so much simpler back then!

She structured the paper in stacks divided by various categories, often lingering on some of the drawings. They must have been done by Gortash himself; some scribbled in ink with a quill, others sketched with charcoal. A couple diagrams were crumpled and tossed into the rubbish bin next to his desk, and something took over her when she spied them.

Lilla pulled a discarded sketch out of the bin, and laid it out flat on Gortash’s writing desk, smoothing out the wrinkles with her hand. The image was that of some sort of barrel-chested armour, but the waist was too small to fit that of a human…in fact at further glance it perhaps wasn’t armor after all, but some prototype for a clockwork statue. Lines were drawn to various parts of the metal man’s body, pointing to quickly-scribbled comments about each piece of anatomy.

Spoiler - she took the discarded schematics home with her 😅 may not have been a good idea, but she didn't mean any harm! She just liked them :)

I'm bad at tagging but maybe @aurorawintersnight @vestigialpersonality @defira85 @catholic-paladin if you so wish (and haven't already done it!)

SIX SENTENCE WEDNESDAY

thanks for the tag @kaleido-scope-lady

tagging @elinorbard @adorablebanite @dm-dragonpuff and YOU! show off what you've been working on! i wanna see it :3

taken from the upcoming chapter of let sleeping dogs lie!

“You bitch!” he snaps at Karlach, who grins at him like a madwoman. “After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me?” “You took my life from me, Gortash.” Karlach readies herself for another attack, stepping forward into his space. “You took my heart. It was mine!"

rip gortash, you wouldve loved crypto and pyramid schemes

[full-sunnies]

𒀭﹒my sunshines ! ⊹

these arent all my moots, these are just the ones that came over to my page 🤍 feel free to comment if you wanna change your emoji!!

the harem (most of them are writers pls check them out!!)

@itgirlgyu / @itgirlhub (nsfw) — chewy my gum 🫧 @itz-yerin — yerin baby ☃️ @hsgwrld (enha) / @chnlez (nct + skz) — my nutmeg 👹 @ywnsthetic — mist my love 🐳 @syrxiee2 — gigi 🍭 @seolboba — koko 🧋 @banggyu0308 — mommy ada 🍑💦 @aistarz — ai my sky 😻 @jaehunnyy — my cookie chip 🦄 @subbyjvnnie — raves 🥞

@full-moonies — trixie my yoghurt 🌸

the sweethearts

@mintxts — big sister minxy 🦋 @soirei / @chwnvr (chaewon rp acc) — ate chelsss @multi-stan-jenny — lilla katten 💎 @heetoldme — paris 🥟 @wnfsd — lita bear @ashxxgyu — ashyyy 🥀 @dawniebear — dawnie 🐸 @c0rn3rst0ne — kiera 🍓 @rapmonkive — rm 🐨 @hueningplushie — lilylove @decaf-flamingo — catnip 🦩 @iheartsimjaeyun — libby 🍉 @j0swhiterice — evee 🍚 @fairy-of-sugar — sugar 🪻 @xikerscentral — mel 🪼 @aeins-archive — my sweetheart aein 🩰 @soluvcore — honeybun 🪽 @soobunnii — angel 🐙

the crackheads (but still sweethearts)

@zombiekidwithraggedyfrills — fanny 🍨 @pop-roxs — water ❤️‍🔥 @apple-brees — bree 🐺 @aistarz — ai my sky 😻

writers i look up to (pls read at least one of their fics i promise you wont regret it)

tbh i still dont get why they followed me back 😭

@hangyeomcult — chai 🐈‍⬛ @cathyun — rin bebe ko 🌠 @hoes4hoseok — piper 🐝 @love4heejayke — babi 🌙 @04yangz — mel 💌

anons

😇, 🧸 (where are you i miss you ㅠㅠ), 🍋

tumblr wont let me put more than 30 tags 💔

[novaauster]

HELLOOOO LETS KILL OURSELVES OVER HERINES HARASAEON. evil of you to do this when im hungover i already almost teared up literally just seeing kiva have her own character tag. like those are my babies from my silly little head and people are creating beautiful things for them!!!! insanity. let's go:

"I just needed a plot device in order to make that boy talk about his feelings bc he only does it if he's homicidal or inebriated" another horrible day fighting the hella-rin allegations

"She never touches his skin, only his scalp, only when doing his hair." fuck the hangover i need a DRINKKK

ama. my best worldbuilding addition by far but also my mortal enemy

"Rin wants to venture into the realm of the gods, find which one is responsible for time, and hold a knife to its throat. He’d force it to turn back the hourglass and eat his words. He’d get on his knees before it and tell it that time itself, and every word spoken, and every word unspoken, must bend to the queen." this whole thing is quite literally some of my favourite writing of all time this is insane this is tattooed onto every inch of my skin i preach this from street corners i spray paint it on buses i-

THE WITCH HAS SHORT HAIR? INTERESTING

they're all so formal lmaoooo. down with monarchy but my harasaeons are okay ig

DRAKO AND AKILA MENTIONED IN A FIC INCIDENT 2 DEAD ONE STILL WRITING LETTERS

"He was born as an apology and he lives the life of a paragon. He likes to be responsible." nova your days are numbered. when i catch you

YOU EQUATED KIVA'S INFLUENCE ON THE PROCEDURE TO SUNLIGHT WHAT IF I KILLED MYSELF. AND ALL THE LANGUAGE REGARDING SHADOW/DARKNESS WITH RIN. MY LAST STRAW

"Her hand brushes a strand of hair back behind his ear, and he hears, more than feels, the kiss to the top of his head. “I’ll be right outside, baby-- baby.”" worst day of my fuckass life

KIVA OBEYS. I CANT DO THIS

clean clay is such a fun addition i love that. also love how official you made the practise of witchcraft bc that's EXACTLY what i want from it like it's literally like talking to any other medical professional

"He spends his time in the sunlight of the library, Kidaro napping on the windowsill, with political treatises, historical scrolls, and the occasional epic poem spread out around him like a hurricane, a method to its madness. He enjoys it. He was always a child with his head in the clouds. He does miss music, though. The palace can get quiet" MY BABY MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

RIN IS THE OBEDIENT ONE. KIVA OBEYS. DOG MOTIF HARASAEON IS THE BULLET IN THE GUN IM HOLDING

HELPPPPPP MARY IS KINDA GAGGING HIM HERE LMFAO I LOVE HER

HE TOLD HER ABOUT LILLA????? KING PUT THE VODKA DOWNNNNNNNNNN

"Royal blood, good for nothing but animal feed." NOVA. WHEN. I. CATCH. YOU

AND HE CANNOT ASK DRAKO. THEY'RE BROTHERS THEY'RE MAATUI BUT EVEN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS WILLEM IS SOMETHING THEY CANT MAKE PEACE WITH

'would you still love me if I was a worm?' caught me SOO OFF GUARD IM CACKLING I CANT BELIEVE YOU ADDED THAT

"Rin had created a ten-step plan for the event that one of them met the same fate." HES SUCH A NERD I WOULD KILL FOR HIM

memory so bad i actually checked my kuserian dictionary bc i was like 'oooo ghost being translated to death-shadow is cool why dont i remember that' girl....

HAMMARIIIIIIIII. the way even her name made my stomach flip. what if i cried

got too immersed in the procedure and forgot to live react oops

"he would do anything if it meant he was doing it right" "It’s just that a firstborn is a war. A firstborn is a hurricane with a thousand buzzing wings. It is an omen seared into the back of all their necks, it is once-in-a-generation, it is a gift from the gods. And Rin is not one."

DID YOU. DID YO UFCKNING PUT EPIC OF GILGAMESH IN THIS. DIIIIID YOU FUCKING DO THAHFT. HOW LONG IS THE EYE ABLE TO LOOK AT THE SUN FROM THE VERY BEGINNING NOTHING AT ALL HAS LASTED HE'S BEEN DEAD SINCE THE BEGINNING IN THE STORY OF GODS AND KINGS YOU WERE DEAD BEFORE THE INK DRIED

drako's first thought only being to ask 'will you be okay'. frankly i cant take much more. is this how you guys feel when i talk about them because this is AWFUL

"There were myths, in the burnt edges of the kingdom, that said that there were only ever two Harasaeons. The queen and the heiress, switching places in a cycle like night and day. Hammari and Kiva, two stages of the same life, the snake’s egg and the hummingbird. And then, their reincarnations, Lugalia and-- who? The queen is dead. Long live the queen. It is a form of immortality. Rin shattered it." STOP STOP MAKE IT STOP

the philisophical conversation. is love a form of magic. the chasm of his birth. im going to GET YOU

"Please, Ama. You don’t have to love me anymore. Just remember how it felt when you did." THROWING UP BLOOD

that was. im a changed person i need 3-5 business days to think about this i need to call my mum i need to get drunk i need a fantasy witch to cut my tits off

omg hi!!! so true herines harasaeon group suicide girls night <3 and kiva has made her ao3 debut! she's girlbossing she's literally a debutante she is the queen of all time. yeah

-the witch does have short hair! she's from the east (where the monsters are) and yknow I figure that her powers are used for medicine, but if she didn't have all the safety things put in place (no sunlight, careful runes and careful chants) and just went hogwild on a monster she could basically Shigaraki that thing. monster hunting is her side hustle tbh

-the formal speech was fun for me idk. watched too much BBC Victoria with my mom and now I gasp like a gossiping old lady when I write the phrase "You have my permission to withdraw" bc it's SUCH a power-play it's so good.

-my days might be numbered but so are Rin's

-sunlight and shadow motif with nuance is always sm fun. me when characters are bright and carcinogenic. me when characters are invisible, shadows dogging their own steps, silent and beaten-down and elegant all the same. yeah

-“I’ll be right outside, baby-- baby.”" worst day of my fuckass life too tbh, that's the line that really clicked the whole fic in place for me. kiva loves him but not enough to change him. baby boy good luck taking care of yourself. etc

-dog motif harasaeons you will always be famous

-clean clay and also the oldest sigils Mary paints on Rin are cuneiform if that wasn't clear. mesopotamian aesthetic goes hard

-Mary DOES kinda gag Rin lmao. she's literally so Kanut-coded I can't stand her. she's like 'i won't throw hands with a child but i will permanently invert his worldview with some moderately harsh words and also disrespect the queen if it means showing him that there's someone who supports his evolution wholeheartedly'

-he cannot ask drako!!! grief is something the harasaeons can't stand i think. kiva ignores rin like an open would because she grieves him and lilla. willem is given the same treatment

-"would you still love me if i was a worm" is a tonal shift I wasn't sure about but I think it works. something about siblings defaulting to poking fun at each other when they can't stand the truth. their love must go either unspoken or mocked. they can only survive it with a little humor and a little grace

-rin is the nerd of all time and i love him for it

-i'm gonna be so real death-shadow meaning ghost is something i stole wholesale from Mando'a. like the language for star wars mandalorians. but yknow what the concept fucks hard and george lucas doesn't own the literal mistranslations of his peripheral conlangs

-"It’s just that a firstborn is a war." harasaeons when they have to decide between an insane warmongering eldest daughter and literally anyone else

-yes i did put the epic of gilgamesh in there. yes i was browsing Amazon Goodreads for good quotes in the middle of my economics class. dw about it

-drako asking 'will you be okay' IS how we feel when you drop the saddest lore of all time on us unprompted, yeah x

-Lugalia and-- who? The queen is dead. Long live the queen. It is a form of immortality. Rin shattered it." me when Rin ending the cycle could have been construed as a positive ending to the cycle of generational trauma and violence but instead it is a betrayal to his heritage

-"is love a form of magic" is also one of the central lines of the piece. i wanted to show the deep childlike core of Rin's pain. Tell me a story about how it ends where you're still the good guy I'll make pretend cause I hate this story where happiness ends and dies with you I thought good guys get to be happy I'm not happy. etc. you know how it is

tysm!!!!

[4lkaid]

✧ lilla, mid 20s, she/her.

!! this is a *very heavy* nsfw blog !!

i write self indulgent yume fics sometimes.

titles you'll see here:

lovebrush chronicles (for all time) main: alkaid.

what in hell is bad? main: leviathan, amon, andrealphus, michael.

obey me! main: solomon & satan.

nu: carnival main: quincy.

paradox live main: visty, 1nm8, akyr.

[twstgarden]

GOD ILL SAY IT AGAIN I DONT EVEN LIKE LILLA YOU YOU MAKE ME BREAK OUT INTO A SMILE READING HOW YOU WRITE HIM 💞💞

i'm rlly glad u like my writing!! <3 i just realized that lilia has the most fics in this blog ahaha

[adorablebanite]

I sometimes post smut and evil-guy banter, but I also wrote a tournament when Gort submitted Lilla against her will (long story lol).

It was actually really painful to write because I know nothing about combat, so I had to research a fair amount, and wanted to make it as fun/entertaining as I could 😅 - but in the end I'm glad I forced myself to try it!

Laird is a female duergar, who simultaneously beat the shit out of Lilla, as well as befriended her, lol. Banite relationships are weird like that.

Under the cut!

Warning: *violence and amateur writing*

[mandalorianfics]

A Mandalorian History: The Book of Lilla.

Hey guys.

I'm here to present A Mandalorian History: The Book of Lilla. The story of this fic was based after I binge-watched The Mandalorian series in one day. I've always been a fan of series, since I was young. And until then I had no knowledge of fanfics. Not about Mando.

When I met Pedro Pascal, a deep love for him was born and intensified even more with the Mando series. I've always been very dreamy. Imagining stories, characters, places and situations.One day I imagined a character that could be part of Mando's life. A young woman, who could help him and Grogu. So I started to imagine Lilla. She Seia the perfect character to live the adventures with Din Djarin, with Grogu.This fic will be a novel based on the canon of the Disney series, The Mandalorian and a little bit of Star Wars canon.

For that reason, I already apologize in advance to the big fans of the SW saga if I fail miserably in some details. I did a great deal of research before writing each chapter. As for The Mandalorian canon, I'll stick with it, but I'll make some minor changes because of my novel. Please don't be mad at me lol.I know that many have already read Mamdo fics with hot scenes, which I particularly love, but I don't want to make this an erotic book, I want to put Mando's story as we know it in the original series. Of course there will be some cutscenes. But I don't want to make that the main focus. I want you to fall in love with the characters, with the story. I want to make this my special mission for Mando, for Din. I'll summarize here.

Kelilla Daska-Alukard, known as Lilla, is the daughter of former Jedi Carena Daska-Salin and officer Jorgen Alukard. She was born in Cloud City on the planet Bespin and from an early age, being the daughter of a Jedi, she was taught and trained to defend herself. However, during an invasion of the Imperials to her home planet, she had to flee to be protected, since there was an order to hunt and kill all Jedi, active or not, as they were considered traitors of the Galactic Republic.Kuill, a great friend of her father, has the mission to take her and protect her. The Ugnaught adopts her as a daughter and they both go to live on the planet Arvala-7. There they lead a simple life on a moisture farm when the Mandalorian's ship appears. That's when they meet Mando, where he is on a mission as a bounty hunter.

They save the hunter who was attacked by blurrgs. And then they help you by finding the base where the target would be.This would be the beginning of the friendship between the Mandalorian and Kuill. And although Lilla feels a slight distrust because he is a bounty hunter, she fears that her past could one day end up in his hands and she will become his next hunt. Although Kuill defends him that there is no reason to do so.Time passes and the Mandalorian asks Kuill for help again to protect a child from being captured by Imperials. But unfortunately things don't go as planned. And everyone knows what happens to Kuill when he tries to protect the child.

Once again, Lilla loses her family. She loses someone she loves, who protected her. However, she will gain a new one, when the Mandalorian offers her to babysit the child he wants to protect so much.And it is from then on that Lilla's story begins to be told.So I sincerely hope that you love every word, every line of this story that I'm writing with so much love and care. And please let me know what you think when I post.

Have a lovely read and experience everyone.

I HAVE SPOKEN.

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

[adorablebanite]

🥹🫣

This brings me so much joy 🥰🥹😭

I’m about to go on an 8 hour train ride. You know what that means

@adorablebanite let’s fucking goooooooo

[devirnis]

Hi Ali! ✨ I hope your day has been nice! 💖 For the fandom/fanfic ask game i would like to ask questions number 5, 6, 19 and 21 if that's okay 🌻

Hi Lilla! I did not earn my paycheque today at work but that's okay 😌

5. Favourite platonic pairing?

Hen & Chim! The dynamic duo! Ride or die besties

6. Favourite headcanon?

So many good ones, but especially recently I'm really loving Buck having ADHD

19. Fanfic you read again and again?

I've really been on a whump kick lately, so ones I've had on repeat recently are:

Out of Office by @princessfbi through the fire and the sound by @kirkaut Only a full house by @geddyqueer

21. Favourite fic trope?

When one half of the OTP gets hurt and the other half goes absolutely ballistic 😋😋😋

[justkingwolf]

Best place to grab a quiet nap is under your brother’s hat.

[adorablebanite]

Thank you so much for tagging me! I've either been sucked into Bluesky (recommended), or working on my Gortoween fic, so I've barely spent any time here, but I do hope you enjoy this little snippet from the WIP for Gortoween next week!

The premise is a somewhat schlocky horror where a few bhaalspawns (real OC's selected from the community) have found themselves aggregated back in our dear Archduke's realm (similar to the Kissing Booth Fic), and hells-bent on killing Gortash, due to an eerie celestial event! I swear it's a Gortash fic, despite we have Rugan and Lilla below, but every horror needs some goofballs making and bantering! I just don't know what I should/shouldn't share re: spoilers xD

Once Lilla and Rugan successfully latched the outer doors and windows, they immediately returned to their steamy embrace.  “You feelin’ any dark urges arising, lass?” Rugan quipped with a wry smile, gripping her hips.  She grinned back, chewing her bottom lip, “Maybe some more wine could entice my ‘urge’ to arise…” Rugan's smile faded somewhat, “Well, you’re a cleric…” He fidgeted, giving her a knowing nod, “so I was hoping you could, you know…summon a picnic basket?” Lilla pinned him with a deadpan stare, “The summon is called the 'Heroes' Feast,’ and right now, I only see a Zhent who’s about to smuggle some wine from the pantry…”  Rugan raised his hands in submission, “Alright, alright, as you wish, lass…”

I'll post it next week closer to Gortoween, with a lovely cover by @walkerdraws ^_^

WIP Whenever

Got tagged by @theameba1436 for a WIP Whenever. Here's another snip from my second Gortoween fic. Final version will be TTS friendly with all the font nonsense built into a removeable workskin.

Trying again to have some variety in my tagging, so @picathartidae @adorablebanite @rinwellisathing @kaava and anyone else interested.

"Cowԍ μԍʁԍ," Keres beckoned as he took the motivator back in hand and knelt next to the cold corpse. His words were spoken in a language that sounded like a bonfire and wasps, and tasted like copper in his mouth and it was clear by the twist in his expression that they were entirely lost to Gortash. "I speak seven languages and howling like a shoosuva isn't one of them," Gortash spat, his eyes filled with spite as he lay twitching on the cold floor. Even now the fight hadn't left him. Keres smiled twisted further, revealed too many jagged teeth. His accompanying laugh sounded wet, almost closer to gagging. Who was he to deny the language of his blood?  But if words failed he could only gesture to the red puddle next to him and hope the threat of further pain would cause Gortash to concede. There was little point attempting to command or coerce a Deep Mystery of Bane through magic.