#oc: divya

[voloslobotomyservice]

no words, just heavy breathing

[mythrae]

Just A Kiss

Summary: Divya finds Wyll all by himself the night of the tiefling party. She was the last person he wanted to see that evening. But in the end of it all, he's glad she found him.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors do not interact), just some traditional fluff

Author's Notes:

#justice4Wyll we need to show this man more love

yes the title is the same as the Lady A song from like 2010 I understand it's country I grew up in the midwest let me LIVE!!! just like listen to it. the song is them. case closed.

click here to read on AO3 :D

Wyll was in no mood to celebrate tonight.

As the tieflings gathered in camp to commemorate their success over the goblin fight at the grove, he couldn’t help but feel as if he wasn’t welcome with them anymore. 

After sparing Karlach’s life and ultimately being punished by Mizora, he had seen the way that other people look at him. How the ridges in his skin and his glowing Hellfire eye scared the young tiefling children, and startled the adults at the very least. Even his companions secretly judged him for agreeing to take a pact with the devil, seven years ago.

So, to avoid their condemnatory stares and hushed whispers, he found his respite tonight down by the river, the rush of water drowning out the joyful jamboree he willingly left behind.

He took a sip of his wine. Bitter and dry, exactly how he felt that night. But at least it took some of his pain away.

Here he was, the Blade of Frontiers, slayer of monsters, protector of the people. How in the Nine Hells was he supposed to protect those of the Sword Coast when he looked like the very thing he sought to destroy? Would anyone in all of Faêrun ever take him seriously again?

How would he ever make his father proud?

His spiraling thoughts stilled as he heard a familiar voice calling his name.

“Wyll?”

Shit. The one person he had hoped wouldn’t seek him out tonight.

He turned over his shoulder to see that his suspicions were correct. By now, he’d be able to single out the sound of her voice, even in the every busy Elfsong Tavern.

Divya, their fearless leader. 

Bathed in the pale moonlight, she looked divine, like a tiefling goddess of the night as she walked on the river's shore. Surely the whole camp was singing her praises right now, why wasn't she going to speak with them? He didn’t deserve her attention, her kindness, for her to find him out here all alone.

But here she was, searching for him, worried about him.

“Agh, Hells. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice I was gone.” He turned away from her, watching the reflection of the night sky in the babbling river.

“Of course I noticed.” She joined him where he stood, holding her own chalice up to him in cheers . “It’d be no party without the noble Blade of Frontiers.”

“Really? Well, I’m honored.” He clinked his cup to hers, his lips curled in a half smile before taking another sip from his goblet.

This time, the wine tasted a little sweeter with his newfound company.

“In truth… I don’t feel in a festive mood, and didn’t want to cast a grey cloud over the night.” He confessed, still unable to look at her in his state of distress.

“Why’s that? 

“I’m a devil, Divya.” He nearly spat out the word in disgust. “I love the people from the grove, but I unsettle them deep down. As I seem to unsettle everyone nowadays.”

A moment of silence was shared between them, Wyll feeling uncomfortably awkward. He wasn't one to talk about his emotions much, let alone a beautiful woman he had taken quite a liking for.

“Besides," he continued, "you don’t want a devil at your party. Claws will pop the balloons, you see. And the sweet cakes don’t taste half as good as raw eggs with this blasted fork tongue.”

She chuckled lightly at his attempt to lighten up the air around them, but she could tell that through his adorable, cheeky smile, he was hurting deeply.

A type of hurt she could never fully understand, but a hurt she knew fairly well. She too had humans stare at her for her devilish horns, her long, rigid tail, her pointed fingernails. Having her skin condition made it all the worse, like she was some sort of circus spectacle. Children who didn't know better would often point and laugh, saying she looked like some sort of hellish cow.

But his pain was not skin deep. No, it penetrated his soul. Who he was at his core. After all, what good was a monster hunter if he took the form of a monster?

She may not have known the solution to his problems, but by the Gods, she wanted to comfort him.

Facing the rushing water, Divya rested her head on his shoulder, her fingers gently tracing the muscles of his bicep. He was well built, powerful with both his magic and his rapier. Even with his devilish features, she always felt safe with him around.

“You don’t unsettle me, Wyll. You know that.”

He sighed, finally looking down at her. “If only half the world had half the heart you do.”

“That’s the thing — they do." She replied, "All of our friends care about you so much. You're a valuable asset for us, no matter what you look like. You know we've all got our fair share of problems. Hells, Gale has a bomb strapped to his chest!"

The half smile crept back over his lips again, the truth of her words finally hitting him (like an Eldritch Blast).

“And I know that the tieflings aren’t scared of you. In fact, I think I saw a few of them envying your horns. From one horned being to another, they do look rather impressive, after all.”

“You think so?”

“Oh, I know so! They make you quite the handsome devil.”

“Now I truly feel honored.” Wyll laughed, his worries drifting away with every shake of his shoulders. She always knew the right thing to say to lift his spirits, that's one of the many reasons he was drawn to her.

He wished they could spend all night here like this, just the two of them gazing at the stars and bantering back and forth. But he knew the others would be looking for her by now.

“Now, off with you." He shrugged her off, turning his body to face her fully. "Don’t worry about me right now. After all, this is your day! Have a dance. Enjoy the music.”

“Well, if I’m going to dance, I want to dance with you.” She insisted, her fingers finding his arm again and trailing down to his hands. He didn't resist as her digits played with his, a mindless game of cat and mouse.

“You're in luck, actually." He gave her his award-winning smile. "I always enjoyed a bit of pomp. I once beat the Baldurian record for the most sarabandes danced in a single evening. Much to the exhaustion of the good ladies and gentleman of the Gate. I had years of lessons but in truth, it’s all about your partner.”

His eyes met hers as the last words fell out of his mouth. She did not look away, she was not scared of his hellish stare.

In fact, she seemed to like it.

“You know, cut quite a fine figure. I can just imagine leading you with an entire ballroom watching. But…" He gaze broke, dropping her hand as it returned to his side, "... who am I fooling? I can’t go back to that life.”

“Why not? I would love to."

He looked back up at her, waiting for any hint of wittiness, sarcasm, or humor in her voice. But there was none.

"Well... for you, maybe someday." He shook his head in near disbelief. Hells, the hold this woman has on me.

Divya moved closer to Wyll, her chest pressing against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, wine-filled chalice still in hand. She had never embraced him like this before, let alone held him at all, and the sudden physical touch made his loins ache with desire.

“If we can't share a dance tonight," she whispered, her eyes traveling over his features, "then maybe we could share... a kiss?"

He chuckled a bit, placing his strong hands on her hips to steady her frame against him. "You must have had too much to drink. Wine is a dangerous nectar, one that can lead to many bad decisions."

"I don't think it's a bad decision." Her eyes as round and wet as a doe's as she pouted. "Do you?"

Fuck, he thought, staring intently at the woman who held him close.

He let out a half-hearted sigh. “You drive a hard bargain. But just the one.”

The Blade of Frontiers was no stranger to intimacy. He's found many lovers on his adventures, of all shapes, sizes, and colors. However, with the amount of people he has taken to his bed, he never found one that truly stuck out to him.

But tonight, as he felt Divya stand on her toes and cradle his face to reach her lips to his, he felt a spark for the very first time.

It was as if fireworks were exploding through his entire body, like an electric current coursing through his veins. Once the feeling hit his mind, he was a goner, holding her tighter against his body as his lips moved against hers once more. He was addicted to the feeling she gave him, and he craved her more and more.

The kiss was over as quickly as it started, as she pulled her lips away and gazed longingly into his eyes. Wyll was nearly left speechless, selfishly wanting to lose himself in her.

But tonight was not the right night.

“I — well, then." He stuttered, releasing her hips from his tight grip as he felt her arms slide ff his neck. "Erm, you’ve got a party to get back to. After all, tonight is about you.”

She held up her chalice to him again. "And for you, too. I couldn't have done it without you."

As he raised his empty glass, he leaned in to her and whispered in her ear, just loud enough for the two of them to hear:

“There will be… another time for us. I promise."

"I'll be waiting," Divya winked as she sauntered away, the camp greeting her with hoots and hollers of the party's success.

Wyll couldn't help but shake his head once more.

Gods, she's really something, isn't she?

[mythrae-writes]

Just A Kiss

Wyll x Divya (OC) | 1.6k words | 18+/mdni

originally posted by @mythrae on 10/03/23

Divya finds Wyll all by himself the night of the tiefling party. She was the last person he wanted to see that evening. But in the end of it all, he's glad she found him.

Wyll was in no mood to celebrate tonight.

As the tieflings gathered in camp to commemorate their success over the goblin fight at the grove, he couldn’t help but feel as if he wasn’t welcome with them anymore. 

After sparing Karlach’s life and ultimately being punished by Mizora, he had seen the way that other people look at him. How the ridges in his skin and his glowing Hellfire eye scared the young tiefling children, and startled the adults at the very least. Even his companions secretly judged him for agreeing to take a pact with the devil, seven years ago.

So, to avoid their condemnatory stares and hushed whispers, he found his respite tonight down by the river, the rush of water drowning out the joyful jamboree he willingly left behind.

He took a sip of his wine. Bitter and dry, exactly how he felt that night. But at least it took some of his pain away.

Here he was, the Blade of Frontiers, slayer of monsters, protector of the people. How in the Nine Hells was he supposed to protect those of the Sword Coast when he looked like the very thing he sought to destroy? Would anyone in all of Faêrun ever take him seriously again?

How would he ever make his father proud?

His spiraling thoughts stilled as he heard a familiar voice calling his name.

“Wyll?”

Shit. The one person he had hoped wouldn’t seek him out tonight.

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[thewriteflame]

Heads up Seven Up

Tagged by @megarywrites thank you! <3

Soft tagging: @violets-in-her-arms-writes @memento-morri-writes @charlesjosephwrites @starbuds-and-rosedust

I'm glad things worked out so I can show where Shuntala gets her, well, over-protective little on the insane side spirit from.

“Get out,” Divya growled each word separately. “Now.” “Excuse you?” Mythel scoffed. “Did you not hear-“ “My hearing is fine, Lord Mythel. You heard some rumors about my daughter and instead of talking it out you assaulted her.” She stepped between Mythel and Shuntala. “I did not,” “I said get out!” Divya cut Mythel’s protest short, her hand flying through the air as she gestured to the door. “I wonder what my grandfather would say once I tell him your,” He looked Shuntala up and down in disgust, “daughter used and assaulted me. How she was after my title and-“ “Get out before I find out what your grandfather would say after I’ve buried his grandson by our passion tree.” Divya stepped forward. Although shorter than Mythel, there was little doubt in Shuntala’s mind that her mother would murder him. Mythel stepped back in shock. “Are you threatening me?” “You threatened me first, and don’t think for one second I’m not the kind of mother who wouldn’t risk being hung for my child.” He stared at Shuntala and her mother, his shock morphing into derision before storming through the drawing room door.

[queeniecamps]

Yeah, Dadvid aus where David adopts max is pretty good, but step-dadvid is some untapped potential

[mythrae]

gonna share all my (current) tavs, although I have three that haven’t been put in the game yet 💖

Taversia (she/they) is a High Half Elf fighter who was raised as a fighter. Swore her life to the Flaming Fists until she resigned ten years later, which was when the Nautiloid swept her up. Pretty much fell for Gale right away, he’s so unlike any other man she has met. Fun fact: she was born intersex!

Mythrae (she/her) was born a Lolth-Sworn Drow sorcerer, yet has no ties to Lolth due to ACTUALLY being the Dark Urge! Yay! However, she rejects her urges and her Father’s gift and has a happy ending :) she and Astarion are currently raising hell in the Underdark and eloped under the moonlight in Baldur’s Gate :)

Divya (she/her) is a tiefling monk. She was present when Elturel descended into Avernus, and was actually kicked out of the Church of Ilmater’s Monastary in the process. In game, she’s getting cozy with Wyll.

(But if I had it my way, she’d be with Dammon, which is why I’m writing it :) )

Salome (she/they) is my “make every bad decision” Dark Urge. Her name comes from the New Testament, when the daughter of King Herod II (with the same name) asks him to bring her the head of John the Baptist. She has no issue taking peoples heads (or hands). Will be romancing Astarion but so far has also laid with Lae’zel, Minthara, Gortash, and even Ketheric Thorm

SHOW ME YOUR TAV!

Reblog this with a screen shot or fan art of your favorite/current BG3 Tav! I wanna meet em all! I'll comment on every one I see 😍 with compliments.

I feel like in fandom, often characters created by fantastic artists get the most attention. This makes very obvious sense 😅 but I wanna hype you ALL up and not everyone's an artist, (tho if you are please share here too! I wanna engage with everyone, no discrimination, popular OC or not!)

So show me a picture, tell me about them! Anything you wanna say. Class, romance partner, personality, back story, and I'll engage with you about them as best I can with positive words 💕

[step-dadvid]

Reference of Divya in her 30s!!

At this point, her and David had been married for about 3 years?? Max is well into his teens, and she and David might’ve had a kid together 🤫 She’s definitely gained some weight, happy weight! David has, too!

Anyways, this also serves as a better look at some of her tattoos, she def has more scattered around, but I really wanted to show off her c section coverup tat 💕

[sunshineandviolets]

" I've been looking at you all night // Trying to figure you out I just want to make you smile. Hold your hand in my hand // Looking at the sunset Man, you're looking good tonight... I want to kiss you before the sun goes down."

Got the chance to commission @crownleys for art of mine and @maburito's adorable sweethearts, Divya & Louise <33 They are so cute together!!! Thank you again !!! I love it!!

[captainshyguy]

rewatched recess over the past few weeks, realised there was a severe defecit of 'weird little arty girls' so i made one! here's divya

[dynamocha]

Pooja the Nittaewa girl

[owlhari]

lesbianism except it's one-sided because one of them is a robot from 20 years in the future and refuses to cause a paradox

t1na (he/him) and divya (she/her), from a project that may eventually become a webcomic. no promises though

[image description in alt text]

[voloslobotomyservice]

I can’t wait to make these two cuties kiss more (promise I can kiss him after the dance scene in act ii PLS)

and yes shadowheart helped her with her hair for the tiefling party‼️

[mythrae]

To A Wild Rose

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Summary: Upon entering the wetlands just south of the Blighted Village, Divya realizes she may have feelings for her warlock companion.

(AKA - Wyll has infinite amounts of rizz)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), very minor character death, otherwise some nice cute fluff

Author's Notes:

Click to read on ao3 if u prefer :)

Title is the same as the piece by Edward MacDowell

I included my current favorite arrangement of the piece at the very end, it’s originally for piano but I think the full orchestra gives the piece a bit more life ☺️

Definitely have a head canon that Wyll knows a lot about flowers and their meanings from essentially being royalty

Set early in Act One (pre-Karlach)

“So… Div-yah is how it's pronounced, right?”

“Yes, that’s what they call me.”

“Your name fits you well, I think. You are truly divine.”

“I heard you practicing that one earlier, y’know. Not very original, unfortunately.”

Wyll sighed in defeat, his gaze focusing on the path ahead.

The party had just finished a short rest at the Blighted Village, and were out exploring the wilderness around the town before making their way over to the goblin camp. Unfortunately, for everyone within hearing range, Wyll thought this would be the perfect time for his very public flirtations with their leader.

Divya, of course, had to pretend that his attempts weren’t having any affect on her. She couldn't catch feelings for a new party member that easily.

“Hells, Wyll,” Shadowheart mumbled, “That’s even worse than what you told Lae’zel at camp yesterday.”

“It seems you don’t have much of a practiced tongue,” Astarion smirked, “Maybe I could be of some assistance? I can promise I have a lot more experience than you do.”

“Save it, please,” Wyll shook his head, “The Blade of Frontiers can handle himself.”

“Up ahead,” Divya called back, blissfully ignoring the party’s banter, “Looks like we got company.”

It was hard to make out through all the trees, but she was able to see three figures standing off to the side of the worn down path. Two men, similar in appearance, speaking to an elderly woman. Divya recognized her in an instant as a merchant back in the tiefling’s grove where they met Wyll. 

Auntie Ethel was her name, right?

She heard one of the men raise their voice at her, pointing an accusatory finger in her direction.

Whatever could they want with that sweet, old woman?

She remembered how the woman had doted on her and her party, even gave them a potion on the house after beating the goblins that tried to break down the gate to the grove. Why were these men possibly speaking to her this way?

As the party approached the trio up ahead, Divya was finally able to make out their conversation:

“Lads, for the love of all that is holy, I’ve never clapped eyes on your poor sister!”

“Drop the act, hag.” The red haired man spat. “You was the last to see Mayrina.”

“Just let her go. Please.” The blonde man begged.

Divya was close enough for Auntie Ethel to lock eyes with her, a wave of relief crossing her face as she pointed to the tiefling with a wrinkled finger.

“You there!” She shouted, “Please, help me! I don’t know what’s come over these boys! I just want to go home…”

As the old woman pleased with her, she noticed her face crease with false concern. 

She’s seen this facial expression before, when she was exiled from Elturel. She had begged the members of the monastery to let her stay, that she knew no other way of life, that she wouldn’t survive out on her own. She tried to convince the abbot that she was no devil, that she was as pure and holy as all the other monks she had spent her days with.

He had looked at her the same way when he told her that Ilmater himself would guide her path through the wilderness.

This old woman was trying to deceive these brothers.

“You’re lying to them.” Divya replied, crossing her arms over her chest. “You have seen this girl. And I think you should tell us what happened to her.”

She saw the old woman’s face contorting with anger, realizing she’d been caught in the act. 

“Bollocks!” She spat, “You were supposed to rush to my defense, love! Fat lot of good you are.”

“I don’t defend those that keep the truth hidden.”

“Pah,” Auntie Ethel waved her off, “I’ve had it with you righteous ones. Some advice? You ever darken my door, you best have your tail between your legs and an apology at the ready.”

A dastardly smile crept upon Auntie Ethel’s face, filling Divya's chest with a sickening dread. She had a feeling this would not be the last time they would meet.

“Bye-bye, now!”

As if she was an illusion this whole time, the elderly woman vanished without a single trace, not even a footprint left behind in the dirt.

“Bloody hells…” The blonde man spoke, his eyes focused on the spot Auntie Ethel was just standing in, “She just disappeared! Ain’t seen nothing like that before.”

“She could shoot fireworks out of her backside for all I care,” the red haired man retorted, “She has Rina! Now, come on! We have to find her!”

The two men rushed down the trail as the party watched on. There was a bit of tension in the air – whether they should follow the duo, or leave them be. On one hand, Divya was worried about what they might be getting into if they decide to go after them.

But on the other hand... if their sister is in trouble...

“Well…” Astarion began, snapping the tiefling from her thoughts, “I say we stay out of it. Best not sticking our noses where it doesn’t belong, hm?” He shrugged, turning on his heel until a steady hand from Wyll on his shoulder stopped his rotation. 

“We should at least make sure that they find their sister.” The warlock replied, “Imagine losing your sibling, Astarion. Wouldn’t you be worried sick over it?”

“Not necessarily…” the pale elf grumbled under his breath.

“Come on, now.” Divya said, “At least if we know they found her, then we won’t be "sticking our noses" in anything. Just ensuring her safety is all we're doing. We don’t even have to fight if we don’t need to.”

He sighed (rather dramatically) in response. “Fine…”

As they continued ahead, the forest cleared away, leading the party down to the wetlands by the southern lake. The warmth of the afternoon sun warmed Divya’s skin as she slowed her pace, taking in the new surroundings around her. Considering she had lived in the city her entire life, she had never stepped foot in a place like this. There were sounds from animals she had never seen, smells from flora she had never even heard of. Even the dirt underneath her feet felt different, much softer than anything she had stepped on before.

As she was taking in the new environment around her, Divya noticed Wyll crouching down over a patch of greenery on the side of the trail. 

Curiously, she made her way to the warlock, wondering what could have possibly caught his attention. A tiny animal? A pack that someone left behind? Or perhaps, a clue to where Auntie Ethel might have run off to?

As she knelt down next to him, she was a bit surprised. He was staring at a cluster of small, pink flowers, watching them closely with a twinkle in his eye.

How… adorable.

“What are these?” She asked, “I’ve never seen flowers quite like this before.”

���Ah,” Wyll replied, a small smile curling the corners of his lips, “they’re wild roses. I don’t think I’ve seen one of these since I was a boy. They’re not very common in Faerûn.”

Divya raised an eyebrow as she stared at the blooms, “But… they don’t look like any kind of rose I’ve ever seen.”

“Perhaps you mean garden roses? They’re a little bigger in size, and have a strong scent?”

The tiefling woman nodded.

“Well, these are a bit different. You see,” he continued, his fingers gently brushing one of the blooms, “These flowers have five petals each, while garden roses have many more. Also, these are the only type of rose that will always be pink. Garden roses can be red, yellow, pink… almost any color, I believe.”

“I’m impressed,” Divya smiled, “I never knew you to be such a botanist. How do you know all of this?”

“From my father, mostly,” Wyll replied, “He would teach me how flowers have their own language, and tell me how he used to give my mother all sorts of flowers when they were courting. For example…”

He plucked a single flower from the ground, reaching to tuck the bloom over Divya’s ear.

“... the wild rose symbolizes beauty, and was strongly associated with the ancient goddesses of love.” His eyes met hers as the tips of his fingers gently grazed her cheek, “which I think suits you perfectly.”

Divya felt a hot flush creep over her face as he drew his hand away. There was no hiding her feelings now, it seemed, as she heard him chuckling lightly at her expense. She was caught off guard by his little gesture, his sweet words, his kind touch. She finally had to admit it to herself:

She found herself quite bewitched by her new companion.

“Th-thank you, Wyll.” She finally stammered out, her eyes breaking their gaze from his, hoping he couldn’t secretly read her mind with his warlock powers.

“No, thank you,” He replied with a light chuckle, “Maybe another time I can tell you–”

“I hate to interrupt your lovely musings, Wyll,” Astarion said, “but I believe we are being watched.”

He was peering far off in the distance, his deep red eyes focused as if he was a predator who caught sight of their prey. Wyll and Divya stood, trying to get a peek at what the pale elf saw up ahead. But before they were able to spot it, it was already too late.

All of a sudden, the wilderness began to change. An eerie green glow crept over the wetlands, revealing the true nature of the environment hiding underneath the dastardly disguise. They were standing in a swamp, stinking and insidious, that assaulted the party’s senses instantly.

Divya quickly snatched the flower from her ear and watched with widened eyes as it transformed, becoming nothing more than a blade of tall grass between her fingers.

“Well,” Wyll said, a bit playfully, “at least your beauty’s still standing strong.”

She playfully nudged the warlock with her elbow, looking away from him to hide her flushed cheeks once more.

“Hey Divya, I think we have a bit more trouble than we bargained for…”

Shadowheart was a bit further ahead, her boots in the murky water as she looked at the corpses she discovered. As Divya ran towards the cleric, she realized that they was the bodies of the two brothers from earlier.

"Guess they never did find their sister," she replied, "Which means it's our turn to save her."

"Right behind you," Wyll said, unsheathing his rapier. The tiefling nodded his way as the party ran through the swamp, searching for any sign of the hag along the sandy shore.

Divya did her best to focus on the task at hand, but she couldn't help thinking of Wyll's smile, and how she definitely wouldn't mind seeing it again.

[mythrae-writes]

To A Wild Rose

Wyll x Divya (OC) | 1.8k words | 18+/mdni

originally posted by @mythrae 10/27/23

Upon entering the wetlands just south of the Blighted Village, Divya realizes she may have feelings for her warlock companion. (AKA - Wyll has infinite amounts of rizz)

“So… Div-yah is how it's pronounced, right?”

“Yes, that’s what they call me.”

“Your name fits you well, I think. You are truly divine.”

“I heard you practicing that one earlier, y’know. Not very original, unfortunately.”

Wyll sighed in defeat, his gaze focusing on the path ahead.

The party had just finished a short rest at the Blighted Village, and were out exploring the wilderness around the town before making their way over to the goblin camp. Unfortunately, for everyone within hearing range, Wyll thought this would be the perfect time for his very public flirtations with their leader.

Divya, of course, had to pretend that his attempts weren’t having any affect on her. She couldn't catch feelings for a new party member that easily.

“Hells, Wyll,” Shadowheart mumbled, “That’s even worse than what you told Lae’zel at camp yesterday.”

“It seems you don’t have much of a practiced tongue,” Astarion smirked, “Maybe I could be of some assistance? I can promise I have a lot more experience than you do.”

“Save it, please,” Wyll shook his head, “The Blade of Frontiers can handle himself.”

“Up ahead,” Divya called back, blissfully ignoring the party’s banter, “Looks like we got company.”

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[thewriteflame]

Find the word

@druidx thank you for the tag!

My words: Effort Entry Ear Error Expression

Tagging: @megarywrites @oh-no-another-idea @kaiusvnoir @r4ch3lm0g4n and open tag for the words: battle, brush, bar, bitter, and boil

All taken from The Revenged and a little warning: Shuntala rightfully chooses violence in a couple of these. They're not too bad but things do get a little bloody in expression.

Effort

The pirates were taking her world away. In an effort to keep her fear from taking over her thoughts she grabbed onto her simmering anger. She wouldn’t let them take it without a fight. She wouldn’t let them hurt her Nahuel.

Entry

There was a knock on the door and Shuntala thought perhaps she could suddenly become sick but her mother was already gliding out into the entryway to greet their guests. She sighed and followed. Maybe he wouldn’t want to court her? She was, after all, of lower birth and the talks her mother had witnessed from across the room were moments in which Shuntala was taking great pains to not attack Mythel, either physically or verbally. Or perhaps both. He surely knew all of her smiles were fake, right? “What if he’s denser than he seems?” She muttered, standing in the doorway. “Shuntala, dear, stop muttering to yourself and come greet our guests you were just telling me you were so excited to see again.” Her mother smiled at her and gestured.

Ear

Spurned by anger Shuntala half pulled her torso up, the rest of her body seemingly being dragged behind it. She let out a hiss of pain as she stopped. Her arm shook from the strain of holding her body up as she tested her jaw and tongue. “I’ll tear your throat out,” She said, her raspy voice felt as menacing as a baby bird. Saavin laughed. He leaned closer to her. “I couldn’t qu-“ With a small roar Shuntala grabbed onto one of his ears and held on. Arms wrapped around her but still she hung on until someone squeezed her bandaged arm. She cried out and was dragged from Saavin. “Let go!” Shuntala growled. “Let go!” Her voice now rang through the area. “I’ll kill him. I’ll feed his entrails to the sharks and leave his bones for the dogs!” Fighting her captors and the lingering effects of the drug she miraculously managed to move closer a hands-breadth. She expected anger, expected Saavin to order her death. Instead he laughed as he held his ear and watched her with glee like a child being gifted a brand new toy. “We should leave’r to calm down.” He said.

Error

He bent down and stroked her cheek and chuckled as she attempted to bite him. “It’s very potent for paralyzing a wild animal, though.” He said as he grabbed onto her jaw. Shuntala growled as they stared into each other’s eyes and a tingling, almost burning sensation began dancing through her body. Yet she welcomed it as she found her fingers easier to move. “Welcome aboard The Scarlett’s Song, Shuntala.” The pirate went on, a smile that would be described as charming on any other man spreading across his face. “As you may have guessed, I am Saavin.” He pulled away and watched her, expectantly. If he wanted her to scream or sob from terror he would be sorely disappointed as she let out a grunt and turned her attention back to the ceiling, her arm triumphantly moving a little.

Expression

Just as she moved the blade next to her throat the pirate’s hand clamped down onto her arm. She glared into his stormy gray eyes. His nostrils flared as his expression hardened. “You’re mine now, lass.” Shuntala struggled to move her arm, the sword brushing against her throat. With a smirk the pirate grabbed onto her other arm. Shuntala cried out as the pain doubled and flowed through half of her body. The sword clattered to the deck. “Good, now come along.” The pirate said. He released her injured arm and half dragged her across the deck by her other. Desperate, Shuntala grabbed onto him and, gasping from the pain, pulled herself to him. Then with a scream she chomped down onto his arm, just above the hand that had her. The pirate roared and she bit down harder. Her stomach churned as she tasted the metallic tang of blood then felt it dribble down from her mouth but still she clung to him. She would take him down one piece at a time if she had to.

[queeniecamps]

First contact, girl was LATE to parents day lol