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oveliagirlhaditright · 4 months ago
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The paradox ending (non-canon/bad ending/dream of Serah's) from Final Fantasy XIII-2 being very similar to the above scene from Kingdom Hearts II, that came out years before. A.K.A. I think this was a Kingdom Hearts II reference.
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capriciousvisage · 10 months ago
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angorith-arts · 2 years ago
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Upon their arrival to Berk, Nerah realized that they knew one of the riders from long ago.
Nerah and Eret (son of Eret) were from neighboring islands in the northernmost reaches of the Archipelago. Their villages interacted often due to their close proximity, so Nerah and Eret were vaguely familiar as kids, but became even closer after Eret’s parents joined Nerah’s mom’s crew of traders who traveled to replenish the island’s dwindling resources. That journey ended in a devastating shipwreck that set both kids adrift, with Nerah washing up onto an island of deathgrippers while Eret was fished out of the sea by dragon trappers.
Nerah never imagined that they’d see another familiar face after befriending a young deathgripper dragon, growing up alone aside from Saber, and finding other riders on the isle of Berk, but once the two of them realized their shared history, Eret and Nerah once again became fast friends.
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ryann-44 · 2 years ago
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walk up to Red Mountain
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artlory · 6 months ago
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"Stay a little while"
Celebrating pride month with some good beans
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ao3feed-todoroki · 1 year ago
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givemeanorigami · 9 months ago
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Sono usciti i nomi dei quattro ristoranti che parteciperanno al programma di Borghese, ovviamente, da bravi abitanti della zona, io e mio padre abbiamo iniziato a protestare perché il quarto in lista è caro e ha una location discretamente brutta.
E non avevamo finito di brontolare sul piatto tipico che sì, tipico, ma su vasta scala, quelli tipici davvero sono altri.
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ao3feed-bnha-rarepair · 1 year ago
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spectrechosts · 2 months ago
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Johanna II
More elf ear stuff. Stuck-up wizard has a milf moment.
Johanna knew that this was a phase.
Little wizard on her first adventure, fresh out the college, thinks she's the hottest shit the unwashed masses have ever seen. Doesn't yet understand the value of things like a frontline or not being reliant on mana.
It's fine. Johanna's seen it a million times. She'll learn.
"I mean really, why do we even need a knight?" The haughty elf (Myrrae? Nerah? Oh, whatever. The priest knows.) drawled. "Swinging a sword around like a maniac, it's barbaric."
Going to be fucking annoying until she did, though.
"Mind your tongue, Neria." Said the priest. (Neria. Right.) "Johanna's been getting us out of scrapes since before you could cast cantrips."
"I could cast cantrips at four." Countered the elf, smugly.
That would be what, twenty years ago? She might have already known the priest, it was hard to remember.
"Since before you figured out you could mage hand yourself, then." Added their rogue. The priest rapped her on the head with her staff.
("Don't speak that way to our new partymember, Gristle.")
("What? Everyone does it, boss.")
"Right, well, you have me now." Neria said, ears tinged red. "I hardly think her presence is required, and I'd rather split the take three ways than four."
"She makes a valid point." Said Johanna, a lazy smirk on her lips. "All in favour of ditching the wizard and splitting her cut?"
Gristle raised her tiny green hand in the air, and the priest rolled her eyes. "We ditch no one." She said.
"Shame." The goblin said. "Got a new dagger I been eyin'."
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Johanna stood, knee deep in charred corpses, and smouldered at the elf.
Literally smouldered, because Neria had apparently thought it appropriate to launch a fireball into the crowd that Johanna was a part of.
"I uh, I think we should check behind us, make sure we aren't getting flanked, boss." Said Gristle, eager to not be in the room for what was about to happen.
"Shouldn't I heal-"
"You can heal her when we get back. Go."
The rogue swiftly backtracked out of the dungeon chamber, dragging the priest along with her. Johanna sheathed her sword and stomped toward the wizard, furious.
"L-Look, you would have gotten hurt by the cultists anywAAAAAAIE-"
Johanna grabbed her and slammed her into the wall, pinning her neck with her forearm.
"Would I have?" She hissed, her lungs still stinging from the acrid smoke.
"Y-Yes!" The elf squealed.
"And what, pray tell, do you think I would do to them for attacking me?"
"Look, you're fine-" The elf bargained, trying and failing to break the pin.
"I am fine." Johanna seethed. "You, however, are in fucking peril." She drew a knife from her belt and drove it into the soft mortar of the dungeon wall beside Neria's head for emphasis, making the elf flinch.
"It was the fastest way, it's not a big deal-" She whined.
"Not a big deal?" Johanna asked, incredulous. Her still smoking eyebrows begged to differ. She grabbed one of the elf's ears and pulled it taut. "Are you fucking deaf, you idiot girl? I've killed for less. Why-"
"A-Aahn~"
Johanna blinked, stunned. What the fuck.
"Are you fucking enjoying this?" She asked, squeezing the tip of her ear, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger.
"N-Nuuhhh~" The elf moaned, squirming. Her face was flushed and her eyes shut tight as she tried to pull her head away.
Now Johanna was blushing too. This- This was weird.
But the elf was admittedly rather-
No! No. Johanna was mad at her. Hated her. Focus.
The elf was looking at her, unfocused eyes half lidded with pleasure. "M-More…"
She could feel blood rushing to her-
NOPE. The girl had to be almost young enough to be her daughter, for fucks sake. Not doing this. Whatever the fuck this was.
She let go of the elf and took a step back. Jutted an accusatory finger at her. "You-" She had completely lost her train of thought. Her threats were clearly not having the intended effect, and honestly she wasn't feeling that mad anymore. Just… confused. "You don't fucking do that again, you hear?"
The elf nodded, her eyes glued to the floor.
"Go get the others back in here." She ordered, and the elf started to leave.
She paused halfway to the door.
"Can, can we um, talk later? About-"
No.
"Later." She said tersely.
Fuck.
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Johanna nursed her mug of ale until only her and Neria remained at the tavern table.
The elf couldn't look her in the eye. She'd like to think the shame stemmed from blowing her up earlier, but it probably didn't. Well, she was in no hurry. Let the fool girl stew in it.
They sat alone for nearly ten minutes before she finally spoke up.
"Shall we talk about… today?" The elf asked, ears drooping out of embarrassment.
"Have something you want to say to me, oh mighty wizard?" Johanna answered, feigning disinterest. "I'm all ears."
Johanna could be mean, it was practically her day job. You don't make knight captain without a healthy capacity for condescension and a deep well of insults. If the elf wanted it though, she had to earn it.
"I, you said we could talk, about- you know. Remember?"
"I remember someone lighting me on fire."
"R-Right, but then after that-"
"No, I think I'd like to talk about that."
The elf withered under her disdainful gaze.
"W-Well, as I tried to explain to you-" She stuttered, and Johanna sighed.
"You can explain all night girl, I don't rightly care."
Neria shut up, and they sat together in silence once more.
"I…" She said, after some amount of thought. "Am sorry. I was wrong to cast a fireball on you, even if it was the fastest and easiest way."
It was good enough, Johanna supposed.
"You think you're sorry now, I'll show you sorry. With me, elf." She said, as she got up and left for her room.
The elf had barely closed the door behind her before Johanna swung her around and pinned her to the wall by the neck again.
"Now, where were we?" She asked, pinching the elf's ear again and husking into it. "I think, you were begging like a whore."
Neria was red in the face, already squirming. "I-I'm not a-"
"Yes you are." Johanna said, pulling harder and making the elf interrupt herself with a shaky moan. "You're an idiot whore that needs to be put in her place. Isn't that right?"
"Ye-yesss…" Neria whimpered, her hand dipping below the hem of her dress.
"No touching." Johanna growled. "Your hands stay at your sides, or I stop."
She obeyed, arms rigid and hands balled into shaking fists. Johanna let go of her ear and hiked up the elf's dress, forcing her knee between her legs, pressing her thigh into the wet spot forming on her underwear.
"You're already soaked and I've barely touched you. Are you so desperate?" Johanna asked, and received no answer. She took the tip of the elf's ear in between her fingers again and pinched it tight, pressing her lips to the base and whispering: "You will speak when spoken to, slut."
The elf nodded.
"That isn't speaking, imbecile." She hissed.
"Yes yes I'm your desperate whore whatever you want fuck-"
"That's right." Johanna said, removing her arm from the wizard's throat and hooking a thumb into her mouth. "You're an idiot wizard who's getting what she deserves, right?" She asked, punctuating it by grinding her thigh into her harder and tugging her ear again.
"Y-Y-Yeshh…"
The elf was breathing hard, her whines were growing in pitch, and Johanna gasped mockingly as realization hit her.
"Ohhh slut, are you really going to cum from this? Just from me being mean to you?" She asked, voice dripping with venom.
Neria went redder than she thought was possible.
"N-Nuhhh-" She whined, trying to squirm away.
"I think you aaare." Johanna said teasingly, tightening her grip. "Fight it, whore."
The elf scrunched her eyes shut, her one free ear twitching uncontrollably as her breath hitched and she gurgled around the knight's thumb.
"C-Cahnt- fhuhh- oh ghod-"
"Fiiiiight it. You can't be this pathetic."
"OhgogohghghodfffffUAAH-"
Johanna watched, feigning boredom, as the wizard shook and spasmed through her climax. She noticed Neria kept her hands balled at her sides through it, maybe she wasn't a total lost cause. She withdrew her leg, released her grip, let the elf slowly slide down the wall and settle onto her knees.
The elf panted for a minute before wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth and getting up on shaky legs.
"G…Good talk. I'm glad we could, resolve that amicably, a-as professionals." She said, as she opened the door to leave. "I, I would quite like to work with you again, I think."
"Elf?"
"Y…Yeah?"
"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you."
"O-Oh."
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local-pirate-king · 9 months ago
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Wooho, another chapter!
ch1 if you haven't read it yet
Pure chaos
ch2 Visitor
Astarion x male durge fanfic
warnings: Just the healthy bit of violence (basically one battle)
summary: The group grows
word count: 1817
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During all his years, Astarion never met such a strange person. The tiefling seemed to enjoy being threatened. Then that weird memory he saw as the parasites connected. This was a mystery he was reluctant to solve. Nerah was both interesting and terrifying, in his own way. Alas there were more important things to do anyway. After he was told everything there is to know, Astarion had only one goal in mind. Get control over the tadpole.
He couldn't just get rid of it, the protection from sunlight was something he didn't want to part with. It took two hundred years, but he was finally free. Sun couldn't harm him, Cazador couldn't compel him. The taste of freedom was like a drug and he was forming an addiction. Yet they had to eventually get rid of the parasite. Astarion needed protection, someone strong enough to face a vampire. Absentmindedly his eyes darted to Nerah. No matter the aura of mystery, this man looked like the perfect opportunity. He had everything he needed, someone to use if there won't be anyone more powerful, a way to do it and most importantly, a clear goal.
Ignoring the hunger that gnawed at him, Astarion followed the weirdo around. They collected a wizard on the way, another victim of the squids. Nerah pulled him out of a rock and Astarion decided quickly enough that he hates the wizard. This Gale of Waterdeep talked more than necessary and with an annoyingly wide vocabulary. The tiefling seemed to not even understand some of the man's words. Gale was exactly one of those types he decided to seduce once and never again. His master didn't punish him for it, but listening to them was enough of a suffering, especially when they somehow figured out that he's a vampire.
Shadowheart was better. She accompanied Nerah even before Astarion and seemed trustworthy enough, even though she clearly had her secrets. Only that name, Shadowheart, it was ridiculous. It sounded like something a sharan would call themselves. Astarion would bet that he can guess the name of at least one sharan, just by saying things which have anything to do with darkness. Hells, darkness might be someone's name as well. Overall, she gave him the impression of a rebellious teenage girl.
Before they could get too far, it was already evening and everyone was tired. Not surprising, considering that they just fell from a nautiloid last night. They set up a camp with what they found along the way, Astarion was only watching that happen before Shadowheart forced him to do something. All he did was set up his own tent anyway.
After everything was done, Astarion watched Gale as he attempted to cook with what little they had. That failed and they ended up eating pre-made camp supplies. Them, not Astarion, he just threw it into the nearest hole, hoping that no one will notice. The wizard was asking about the others' past lives, Shadowheart ignored him and Nerah only said that he doesn't remember. It was a rather interesting information, though.
While Gale questioned the poor tiefling, Astarion tried to use the moment to slip away and hunt. Unfortunately, Nerah was quick to answer everything and Gale found a new target for his curiosity. "What about you, Astarion? You seem like someone with an interesting past."
Astarion cursed under his breath and turned to face them. "There's not much to say, darling, I'm a magistrate back in Baldur's Gate."
"Oh, a person of the law, I once knew someone of a similar position and..." Astarion didn't even listen, he wasn't interested in Gale's stories. The wizard rambled on and on, nobody except Nerah paying attention and even in the tiefling's case, the attention was occasional, flitting between lost in thoughts and listening. "He was, however, not exactly a honorable kind." Astarion laughed at the last sentence.
"Alas, people of the law often happen to be your so-called bad people." It was a bit of his life that he still remembered. There weren't many good people and he wasn't one of those either. Why should he stand out in a world so full of cruelty.
Before Gale could say something again, Astarion hid in his tent. It won't take long until they retire into their own tents. He can wait and when the chance arrives, go out hunting. There was no way he could survive too long without blood. Astarion was used to starving, but not more than a month. It just so happened to be a little less than a month since he last fed.
He could hear heartbeats slow down as his companions fell asleep. It was time to shine. Actually, no, it was time to sneak. The whole thing should be easy, first Astarion just had to leave the camp. Taking a last glance around the camp, he spent a while listening to the delicious peaceful beats. It would be so easy, two hearts, each in a different tent. Until he realized. Two? Nerah was missing.
That tiefling could be anywhere and if Astarion went out to hunt, Nerah might see him. Just his luck. Yes, the hunger was horrible, yet it was better to starve for a little longer. Astarion could hunt another day as well, but not with a stake in his undead heart.
It was unbearable. How lucky Astarion was that they chose him to watch over the camp. The vampire briefly wondered about searching through their left behind belongings after being chosen, but after Shadowheart threatened to cut his precious hair it was obvious that he would never do anything such as that. Other than that he might attempt to get a drink.
Astarion set eyes on a squirrel that was unknowingly getting closer to death. Still, it was at the edge of camp and if he wanted to catch it, that would require to move. Just about to do that, Astarion didn't notice the person slowly approaching him, before she cleared her throat, startling him.
"Apologies for the interruption. Have you seen a pale tiefling around these parts by any chance?" The woman was an elf. Wood elf by the looks of it.
"Maybe. Any reason to search for this... pale tiefling?" Astarion didn't trust the woman and was genuinely curious.
That knowing gaze she kept looking at him with was slightly unsettling. She gave the impression of someone who shares way less than they know. Before the woman said anything, Astarion knew that it'll be a lie, or not the entire truth.
"I'm his friend and happened to hear that he's nearby." This statement rang truth, but not quite. There was something more behind it, something greater. Secrets.
"I'm sure you'll find him. Good luck." Astarion gives her a last wave for goodbye.
The woman wasn't convinced to leave so easily, though. "How do I convince you," she wonders aloud, "Hmm..."
"For gods' sake!" He rolls his eyes, this girl was annoying. "Fine, he's going to return here at some point."
She seemed satisfied, now waiting on the edge of camp. Astarion couldn't hunt anymore, not without getting caught. Therefore, he did the next thing on his mind.
This woman, apparently Nerah's friend, might know more about the tiefling.
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"Open the gate!"
Nerah watched the human travelers and tieflings shout at each other. He saw it sooner than it was said. Goblins, many of them, marching towards the gate. With stupid creatures such as these, one would expect chaos and unorganized running, however this wasn't the case. It was strange, as if they somehow learned to fight overnight.
They found the gith along their way, Lae'zel he now remembered. She was already holding her sword at the ready. The goblin that was hiding near them was down upon a few magic missiles from Gale. Before long, a true battle started, with the travelers left to defend themselves outside the gate.
One goblin was stupid enough to run over to them, ending up swiftly dismembered by Lae'zel. Nerah noticed a warg ready to strike, killing him with a firebolt just in time to save an ally.
A familiar sound of an eldritch blast made him look away, catching glimpse of a man, warlock if his use of spells meant something. Although nobody paid him much attention, his line going unnoticed.
Nerah saw that the humans did quite a good work of most beasts down at the front, doing even better now that Lae'zel joined them.
However, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his shoulder. An arrow, he got distracted and the archer took a chance. Instincts kicked in, the archer was screaming after a ray of frost him them, then another one died, then another, he barely made sense of what he's doing. It all went back to normal only once the battle was nearing it's end. There were only three left, all of them dangerously close to each other. The perfect opportunity for a bigger spell. He cast it, but his magic slipped from his grasp. Oh no.
Fortunately, it didn't do much before he got it under control, all that happened was that he appeared at the gate, which was rather convenient actually. The tieflings just started opening it.
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He was having fun. The mysterious woman that came to their camp had quite the collection of stories. Astarion found that she is indeed a wood elf. Lina, as is her name, appeared surprised and concerned after learning that Nerah didn't remember anything. In return of learning that, she told Astarion some stories of Nerah's past. About his strict father, the distant relationship with his mother, a niece of his that he took under his care and many more little stories.
He was just laughing at a particularly funny story when everyone returned to camp. Everyone, including two additional members. Gale gave him a stern look. "What's going on here? Who's this?"
Lina ignored anyone else and approached Nerah. The tiefling looked at her with some level of familiarity, close to recognition, but not exactly. She wordlessly took his aside and started talking to him. Astarion didn't want to be incinerated so he did eventually answer. "Lina is apparently a friend of our dear tiefling friend."
"Of course." Shadowheart interrupted whatever Gale wanted to say. "It's completely fine to believe a stranger that happens to stumble upon our camp and says they're someone's friend."
"I must agree. Such things are unwise." The green creature criticized him as well.
Astarion rolled his eyes. "Alright. But don't expect me to be the one to get her out of here."
They all glared at him, except the new man. Nerah returned soon enough with the woman next to him. She had a strange smile on her face, something was going on and it didn't feel right.
Astarion briefly wondered of there's something more to Lina than meets the eye.
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And that's the second chapter. Thank you so so so much for reading. Also, do you like the new sword? I changed it a little.
This is also on AO3
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severalmothsinatrenchcoat · 6 months ago
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You not ooh rah dah en dahp ooh rah daht endaht en dik ah poo ra ta teek a poo rah doo rah do dik oh mumblio dah dah dosa pa errah sa dey definitely ha to think about pa errah so ma et it heh uh uh rah nada no ob rah da sa oh rak ah you ma heh to bro rah de de eh ah is ah ra ray nah hear aned darayeah woo who rah eh pay pa do rah not to errraah
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token-omnisexual · 2 years ago
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“You not ooh rah dah en dahp ooh rah daht endaht en dik ah poo ra ta teek a poo rah doo rah do dik oh mumblio dah dah dosa pa errah sa dey definitely ha to think about pa errah so ma et it heh uh uh rah nada no ob rah da sa oh rak ah you ma heh to bro rah de de eh ah is ah ra ray nah hear aned darayeah woo who rah eh pay pa do rah not to errraah
twist twist twist twist
ooh e ooh rah daht endaht endaht endaht ooh rah sadah eh mah rah day huh pah tay who uh mah nah who nah peek a boo nah eh na ooh rah eh essimple he neh head a nerah
twist twist twist”
- Jonathan Davis, Korn, Twist
Words to live by.
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capriciousvisage · 9 months ago
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Original Work Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Male Character(s), Nerah, Adel Weiss Additional Tags: Homesickness, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst Summary:
Will the yearning for a place to belong ever go away?
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angorith-arts · 2 years ago
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Started making a new Nerah reference, probably never going to finish it though
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ryann-44 · 1 year ago
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my bb :(
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artlory · 1 year ago
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Vega why you so pretty 🖤
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