certaintylikelightning · 2 days ago
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thinking about riz and how his mom and his weird romance partner both think the bad kids are bad friends to him… thinking about how riz took on every single stress token for his friends… thinking about how riz always puts his everything into helping his friends and being there for them. and the bad kids aren’t Bad Friends but sometimes they take/need a lot, and they’d be fine if he pushed back, but he never pushes back? thinking about fig’s one nice note made riz break down and send gorgug WALLS of text about how much it meant to him
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ghostcashewart · 2 days ago
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trick or treat! (sklonda gukgak?)
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concerning behavior from her son...
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the-great-kraken · 2 days ago
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sometimes i forget what an absolute gut punch "the years will go by and everyone will find someone who matters to them more than you" was and then i rewatch and come out the other side a shell of a human being
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dullgecko · 2 days ago
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fabian once tried to get the hangman, while in dog form, to play fetch. “go get the ball!” resulted in the hellhound disappearing in the opposite direction than where fabian threw it and dragging a very disheveled and bewildered rogue by the ankle earnestly back to his master.
Fabian was working hard with The Hangman to help it get over its self loathing and hate of its hellhound form. Constantly reassuring them that yes, they were super cool and helpful as a bike but their hellhound form was EQUALLY as cool and badass.
Today they were going to spend the entire day as a dog and hanging out, something that The Hangman was annoyed and enthusiastic about in equal measure. Fabian had spent most of the morning with him just wandering around their massive estate, occasionally doleing out head scratches that made The Hangman whine and wag his tail furiously.
Now though he had been told they were going to play a game, Fabian holding something behind his back out of the hellhounds sight before turning and throwing it into the distance. The half elf shouting a command of 'Go get the ball!' which had The Hangman perking his ears before they turned and sprinted away in the oposite direction.
Fabian had been left standing on his lawn thoroughly confused for about fifteen minutes before the massive hellhound could be seen lopeing his way back up the driveway towards him. Riz dangling by his leg from his jaws and looking rather dazed and confused when he was dropped at the half elfs feet.
It was only then that Fabian remembered that right, a hellhounds main job in the lower plains was the retreival of souls. Well, at least The Hangman looked like he was enjoying himself at least.
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starkju0 · 1 hour ago
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Happy Halloween! 🖤
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dusts-insanity · 2 days ago
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Holloween WIP, probably should've started this sooner...
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Ignore Brennan in the background, binging Starstruck Oddessy rn
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You keep writing me things so I will write you a thing :3
For your Brave and Loyal Knight Au
It was dark, unnaturally dark in the middle of the day as the storm clouds lay thick and heavy blotting out the sun. Fabians boots clicking against the stone floor the only noise other than the rain and thunder audible in his secluded corner of the palace. The king swiftly making his way from his more public study and back towards his chambers now that his work was mostly done. He should have learned by now that he shouldn’t be relaxing until he knew he was completely safe but he had let his guard down. Too busy perusing the last report of the day that he needed to memorise before he could finally stop and rest for a while in the privacy of his own rooms.
It had happened so fast Fabian wasn’t sure exactly what had happened. A sudden flash of lightening dazzling him for a second before the accompanying rumble of thunder obscured the sound of the assassin’s approach. He hadn’t noticed but Riz certainly had, his knight slamming into his back and knocking him forwards so that the dagger aimed for his neck sailed over the top of his head. The goblin using his momentum to engage with the attacker.
There was a muffled ‘thump’ from somewhere between the tussling pair, Riz hissing loudly as the assassin managed to grapple him to the ground. They’d managed to get hands around his neck for only a brief second before there was the loud crack of an arcubus firing, the sound echoing off the stone floors as the larger of the pair (human, Fabian noted absently, Riz having managed to partially yank their mask off in their scuffle) slumped dead to the floor. The goblin using his legs to push them to one side as they fell so they wouldn’t land on top of him before stumbling to his feet. Hand clutching at the armour where Fabians seal was emblazoned on his chest as he panted and darted his head around searching for more attackers.
Fabian didn’t even have chance to call for more guards before the fight was over but the noise of the scuffle had been enough to alert them of the danger. Fabain swiftly pushing himself to his feet so none would be witness to him in such an undignified position and dusting off his robes. The King frowning and glancing down the corridor, noting that it really shouldn’t be taking this long for backup to arrive.
“There should have been more guards stationed here.” He frowned, kicking the assassin onto their back so he could get a better look at their face. There wasn’t much to see, Riz had managed to get a decent swipe with his claws in and they’d been disfigured beyond recognition by this point. “Good work, nice to know you haven’t lost your touch.”
“The guards are probably dead… I smelled blood as we came around the corner.” Riz was still breathing heavily, claws digging into his armour and punching holes around the kings seal emblazoned there. His ears relaxed out of their high and alert position as reinforcements rounded the corner, large eyes flicking between faces as he took note of who each of them were and compared them to the database in his mind. These guards were trustworthy, he’d handpicked them himself. Fabian would be safe.
“Not so sure about the loosing my touch part though.” The goblins knees went weak once the adrenaline finally left, Riz only managing to half-collapse to the ground before Fabian caught him. The half elfs eyes going wide when he noticed the front of his dark armour was slick and wet with blood that was hard to see in the dim light.
Fabian had thought it strange that the assassin had tried to choke his knight to death but now that he was in this close he could see why. The sigil embroidered on his chest had been split cleanly in two, the snapped off blade of the dagger still embedded in the goblins chest probably the only thing keeping him from bleeding out faster but there was still a lot of blood.
“Get a healer. Now.” Fabian barked at the first guard who came close, the elf snapping into a salute before peeling away and heading for the healers quarters. Riz chuckling weakly and lowering his voice so that only Fabian could hear him when he talked.
“Composure, my King. Don’t let them see you so upset over something like this. It’s my job to throw myself on the enemy’s sword for you.”
Fabian clicked his tongue, carefully lifting Riz and handing him off to another of the guards when they stepped in close. Riz was right, letting anyone know how much he cared was a liability they could exploit.
“Take him. Get this mess cleaned up and fetch someone to revivify this one so we can find out where they came from. I will be in my quarters and I expect a report in two hours.” Fabian spun on his heels, waving two of the guards to follow him as he stalked away and down the corridor. Somehow managing to resist the urge to glance over his shoulder to watch the guard carrying Riz disappear in the opposite direction.
AHH! Thank you so much!! 💖💖
I, in turn, shall write even more!! Here's a bit of angst for you! But also some fluff at the end!
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Three things of note occurred in the days following the attack on the new King of Fallinel’s life.
One, Sir Riz Gukgak, was forced into a brief (and highly unwanted) sabbatical from his duties to the throne to recover from the dagger that had only just missed his heart.
Two, the recently revivified Human assassin had been locked up and under twenty-four-hour supervision in the palace’s dungeons as they tried to pry information on his employer from him.
And three, the King, now without his nohecharei, had a wake-up call about what his Grandfather had warned him of before his coronation.
Fabian had been eager to hear whatever wisdom Telemaine had thought it most urgent to depart on him, seeing as he had come all the way from Kei Lomenuera to the Capital to give it to him. What he got instead was far grimmer than Fabian had thought possible.
As tall and willowy as a tree in a forest primeval, Telemaine had never felt so immense and ancient as when he’d warned that if he were to become King, his life would never be his own. At the moment, Fabian hadn’t the slightest clue as to the full weight and depth of his Grandfather’s words. Having let them flow off of and away from him with a nod and a smile.
But now?
He got it.
He got it because…
Because…
Fabian could hear Sir Durden's footsteps.
Steady, not-so-soft clanks, only a few steps behind him as he went about his day. Truthfully, they weren't all that obtrusive and yet…
It’s not like Sir Maxis Durden was a horrible guard. Oh, no, perish the thought. Sure, he had a devil-may-care attitude and, on occasion, was a tad bit familiar with His Majesty, but, all things considered, Sir Durden did his job and did it well. Never late. Always on the lookout for danger. The Captain had assured him of the Guards that Durden was an adept Blade Pact Warlock of Eilistraee and, despite his reedy figure, could take down his fair share of enemies. Hell, Fabian even knew that it was Sir Durden who took over Riz’s duties for four hours during the night! It shouldn’t be as big of an issue!
Except…
He could hear Sir Durden’s footsteps. He could feel Durden’s eyes on him at what felt like every waking moment. Whenever Fabian turned around, Durden was always there. Even in his private study. Even in his bedroom. The Court of Stars demanded that the King never be alone for his safety, but only now, in the absence of Sir Riz, did Fabian realize how maddening of a rule it indeed was. Telemaine was right. His life was not his own because as long as he knew Sir Durden was guarding him, he’d never be anything but the King of Fallinel. He had to be dignified and competent. Well-mannered and never whiny. Never a fuck-up or a failure. He couldn’t be a person.
Lest he slip up and have one of his most charming guards’ opinion of him sour. Loose lips sink ships. The last thing he needed was Maxis blabbing about how ungrateful or idiotic the new King was to his mates. Next thing Fabian knows, there's a military coup. No doubt led or co-opted by House Everpetal. Ugh, it doesn’t bear thinking about.
By the end of the week, Fabian felt more exhausted than he ever had in his twenty years of life. Finding it harder and harder to keep his chin up and feet from dragging. He’d gotten lightly chastised by one of his advisors for repeating himself several times during a briefing on possibly receiving some of the Drow Royalty. Lady Everpetal had even felt bold enough to “jokingly” question his sanity after the attempt on his life. Calling him a Mad King in waiting.
Worse yet, Fabian had to swallow down the things he wanted to say about her, knowing he wouldn’t even get to say them in private to the sound of Riz’s delightful laughter…
He hadn’t even gotten a chance to go see him in the infirmary.
Umberlee below, he missed his best friend.
Missed him so much it physically hurt.
A pain in his chest.
Twists of his stomach.
More headaches than he’s ever had.
Honestly, they were so bad that, when Sir Durden’s clanking footsteps stopped abruptly on their way to a court function, Fabian hadn’t cared in the slightest. Not even when his addled brain had noted that his own footfalls had been the only ones he’d heard for minutes now. In perhaps idiotic defiance, he relished the thought of accidentally leaving Sir Durden behind and truly being alone for a handful of moments.
Though, he was to hasty to think that he was alone.
For only after the length of another corridor, Fabian found himself stopping as the faint sound of a nail—no, a *claw—*tapping on the metal pommel of a blade. Listening closer; the swish of lithe tail idly swaying back and forth. Fabian’s heart picked up speed, though he didn’t dare turn around. In fear that he was wrong and reluctance to possibly lose the little game of trust he and Riz played.
Instead, Fabian, a smile slowly begin to play on his lips, said to the hallway, “Good to have you back on your feet, Sir Gukgak.”
There’d never been a sweeter sound than Sir Riz’s voice ringing out behind him, “Good to be back, my King.”
A week’s worth of tension instantly fled from Fabian’s body as a sudden lightness overtook him. Fabian wanted to hug him. To turn, drop to his knees, and scoop Riz up in a tight, tight hug and never let him go. But, as a maid rounded the corridor’s corner and bowed to him before scurrying past, Fabian pushed it down. Steeling himself to hold out until later. When they could be alone together in his study or his bedchambers.
Until then, Fabian continued on his way to one of his ballrooms, a pep in his step and a smile on his face. If any of his servants or courtiers noticed how the King practically glowed with joy after the reappearance of his Knight, all of them had good sense not to comment.
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rizsnt · 5 months ago
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see you at basrar's! ✶✶✶
bonus: yearbook page!
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polarsirens · 6 months ago
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Beautiful. Majestic. BAM!
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alltears · 6 months ago
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the intrepid heroes reached new levels of Accurate Teenage Friendship tonight (see also)
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wormtime123 · 4 months ago
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what i've done for pride this month target audience: me. ft. kristen on a queer mission and a gaggle of sapphics + their favorite aroace little guy
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kublakola · 5 months ago
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no one plays weird little guys with the same commitment and verve as Brian Kevin Murphy. kugrash doesn't just go to the park to find some pigeons, he raises his 'little rat arms' and summons them en masse to kingston's gorgeous, pristine apartment. riz doesn't just hide behind a car, he rolls into a ball, hides in fabian's backpack, promptly throws up out of excitement, gets lobbed across the parking lot, and then bites gorgug's shirt in half to make himself a toga, because gorgug's big and he's so small, and so covered in his own vomit. murph just gets it. shoutout krudbert. shoutout gerard prince of greenleigh.
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ghostcashewart · 2 days ago
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Trick or Treat! 🎃
Is it possible to get Riz and Liam? Love those aces! If not, Riz and Fig :)
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same hat (kind of!)
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becausesure · 5 months ago
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Just knowing that Brennan Lee Mulligan has a bunch of NPC Drama that he just hasn't released because it would get in the way of the PCs doing things makes me just want to know what it is
https://docs.google.com/document/u/0/d/19ygrUE1iuz5XHtyoJCxYwPMZOC5eBIYhjFroQYCcQZ0/mobilebasic
Q and A from Sophomore Year we learn
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I want to know all the drama
Like he had Maryanne's personal life off the top of his head
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dullgecko · 2 days ago
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One of my favourite tropes in fantasy is being able to feel magic with all your senses for example
Season 1 Kristen’s magic would smell like corn that ones obvious but what if it also felt like the wind passing over your body on a warm day. You swear you can hear the popping of popcorn if you listen carefully.
So im curious what you think the over bad kids magic would be like?
Riz's magic would smell like leather and coffee and just-fired gunpowder. Feels like you've just shotgunned a tripple espresso. You'd only notice it when he uses silvery barbs to give you advantage or maybe uses haste on you. Most of his magic is stuff he uses on himself so his friends really notice it when it happens.
Adaines I cant really decide on. I feel like it would flit between smelling like warm vanilla or like ozone and lightening. A comforting hug or static crackling across your skin.
Figs smells of cloves and is a little spicy like cinnamon and like a just struck match. Fizzy like an energy drink but also hot in your chest, makes you feel like you could do anything.
Fabians smells like a bonfire and citrus, it tingles across your lips and settles in your chest like the fire elemental.
Gorgugs smells like iron and grease and ozone but also like wood polish, like you've stepped into his parents workshop in the middle of summer.
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cyan0corax · 5 months ago
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Riz gets sworn in to The Council of Chosen :-)
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