#silk!Maddox

[trickarrows-bishop]

silk!maddox :,)

[hsmtmts-arrows]

MADDOX AS SILK

🕸️bitten after visiting a science museum on a school trip, maddox has learnt and developed her powers over the last four years 🕸️maddie lives with jet in their nyc apartment where the rest of her and jet's friends moved to. 🕸️only dewey wood, the first spiderman of nyc, knows maddox is silk. she sometimes passes him by on the way to work 🕸️maddie works for the daily bugle with her best friend, nini. mazzara, her boss, is particularly keen of mad because she's more a pen and paper kinda person than all about the technology (she just can't remember her password that well. nini has it written down somewhere for her. thank GOD) 🕸️she/they !!!!

[solarsleepless]

silk!maddox talking to miles!jet who’s thinking about blackcat!kourtney for ur consideration

SO SO SO VERY REAL

[galaxysharks]

Observe my friends

And for Jet's boyband phase

And for classic out of context lesbian-brother dialogue

Y'all I stopped at comic store...

I got a Silk comic, I have so much material for the silk!Maddox pipeline

[silassinclair]

Hi!

Can I request Maddox with a darling who lives to read, maybe he catches her reading some old romance books in an abandoned house they shack up in or something like that

Btw I live your writing ♥️

As someone who loves to read I am obligated to write for this req 😤🫡 Thanks for the request tho!! Hope you like it :-)

Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Bookworm Reader

CW// Maddox is annoying, Reader being a little perv Masterlist Here!!

The new house Maddox found was lovely. It had decently okay furniture and a vast collection of old books on the shelf. It's small with only two bedrooms and one bathroom but it was charming. But what caught your interest was the big oak wood bookshelf. You couldn't even remember the last time you picked up a book. Being on the run with Maddox made time fly.

"Who would leave all these books behind? They're all in great condition." You mutter to yourself as you take a blue and purple book with gold trim off the shelf. Tracing your fingers down the spine of the hardcover novel you appreciate the craftsmanship. It was clearly expensive, something you could no longer afford. Your Dad bought you many books like these but now you were pretty much broke. You only had Maddox to rely on now.

Speaking of Maddox you had no clue where he was. Which you didn't really care, he always disturbed your peace. Cracking open the book you sit down on the loveseat and start reading. It was a romance book about a huntsman who fell in love with a duchess. The story was beautiful as it was exhilarating.

"Oh wow, you into that kinda stuff?"

You snap the book shut instantly, a mini cloud of dust poofs from the pages. Maddox chuckles huskily behind you, leaning down and resting his chin on the back of the loveseat.

"Oh don't be embarrassed princess, it was getting to the good part. What did it say again? Oh! Ahem-"

Maddox coughs into his hand and smirks. Deepening his voice he quotes the passage in a deep, British-like accent,

"He caresses the duchess' milky thighs, her womb felt of silk wrapped around his ma-"

"OH HUSH!" You whip around and smack the outlaw's head, his hat nearly flying off. But he only laughs at your flustered state.

"You're filthy." You groan and put the book back on the shelf where it was. But Maddox follows behind you and takes the book into his own hands and opens it up. Skimming through the pages he smirks.

"I'm filthy? Sweetheart you're the one readin' this junk." Maddox shuts the book and puts it back. Putting his hand up on the shelf he leans against it while looking down at your shorter self.

"Well it is a romance book." Rolling your eyes you choose a different book. This time you pick a title you're familiar with, Pride and Prejudice.

"Now leave me alone you brute. I'd like to relax for once." With that you walk away and go outside. Finding a nice tree you sit beneath it and read the book. Reading reminded you of home, the home that was ripped from you. In a way it was escapism which is unhealthy but a girl can dream right?

Hours pass and the sun begins to set, casting an orange glow across the cloudy sky. The words on the page become harder to read as the sun sinks lower and the moon rises. You didn't want it to end. You know you could read inside but that damn outlaw was inside. You just wanted to stay out here forever with the natural ambience of wind and birds.

Footsteps approach you and you already know who it is. Looking up you see him. Black denim jeans, a burgundy vest, twin revolvers around his waist, and a dark brown cowboy hat on his head. And of course that bandana covering the bottom half of his face. Anytime you asked him about his face he got ticked off so you avoided the subject. But you couldn't help but be curious.

"You're starin' sweetheart." His husky voice breaks the silence. There’s a hint of a Spanish accent mixed in with his Southern drawl. You can't help but think about what it would be like if you and him met under different circumstances. Would he save you from bandits? Offer to buy you a drink at the saloon?

Would you two have a storybook romance just like in the books you adore?

"Hey."

He's right in front of you now, crouched to your height. His gloved hand pets your hair and you're frozen. He has you in a trance that you make no effort to free yourself from. His dark amber eyes are crinkled in slight concern over your unusual silence.

"What..?" You say softly.

"It's gettin' dark. Unless you wanna be dinner for the coyotes then I suggest comin' back in. I'll cook up some beans so hurry your little bum up."

Well there goes the moment. You groan and get up off the grass, your back cracking as you stretch. Your eyes watch as Maddox walks back into the house. His hips sway as he walks, you never really payed attention to that before. His ass looks pretty round in those pants to-

"Ugh, what is wrong with me.." Groaning, you follow after him.

[tortor-sauce]

18+ POST LOOK AWAY 👹🔞 if you’re not 18+ PLEASE DNI with this post!! 👹🔞

(sketch and drabble and headcanons)

(jel/reth/oc stuff)

GO AWAY LOOK AWAY!!!!! IM WARNING YOU 🔪

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP I CANT EVEN TAG THIS I DONT EVEN WANT PEOPLE TO SEE BUT I HAVE TO SHOW SOMEONE AND TALK ABOUT IT OR I’LL EXPLODE!!!!

i’m too shy to share the whole picture IM SORRY—i just wanted to capture a few headcanons into a single shamelessly horny drawing of the three of them together. also, my thoughts are completely unorganized and this post is mostly just me rambling!

small disclaimer, if you don’t agree with or like my headcanons, that’s totally valid but please don’t tell me so 🙇 i kindly ask you just move on from this post. thank you!

okay. so i feel like both reth and jel are service tops HEAR ME OUT—like, they’re both just a couple of pathetic lover boys who are so head over heels in love with you. the fact they practically always gift you something when you flirt with them in-game (jel gifting silk and reth gifting soup) i feel is their attempts at spoiling you and taking care of you in their own way. they just want to see you happy and make you cum your brains out a thousand times until you can’t think straight anymore 🥺

and in general, i feel jel would love to shower you in compliments and words of praise and practically worship your body. while i feel reth is the type to show you how he feels and relish in watching you come undone with him. but personally 👉👈 i feel jel and reth align more closely as switches because they’re both so.. so soft and need to be spoiled and loved so deeply (no innuendo intended)

with that said, i think jel is a more intimate and passionate lover while reth is a bit more unhinged and rough. that’s not to say jel doesn’t have his sadistic bouts. i feel it stems directly from his obsessive nature and grows into a desire to watch you submit to him and his whims, sort of in a controlling way. but it makes him so happy when you do. the need to know you belong to him, both your heart and body, is honestly really important to him. i actually feel he has control issues due to a number of reasons but that’s a different discussion—💀 and he rewards you so thoroughly for showing him how much you love him. god, the aftercare? he’s so gentle and attentive and treats you like the most precious thing he’s ever held.

more on reth, while not as sadistic, i feel he’s still plenty controlling when he wants to be. the poor man has hardly any control in his day-to-day life and the fact you allow him an ounce of control? over your body of all things? yeah, that shit drives him mad (positive). gets a bit carried away and leaves marks on your body, hickeys, scratches, bruises, the like. but hey, at least it’s a pretty reminder of how much fun you had together. plus, if anyone sees they’ll know you belong to him. but he definitely teases you about it the following days by making sly comments and even running his fingers over the more sensitive marks.

so, in my polycule i envision moments where two will actively spoil the other. so for instance like when maddox and reth want to spoil jel and shower him in the love and affection he deserves, he gets all shy and blushy but relishes in the moment. he pays them back tenfold once they’re finished, but not that same night. maddox and reth make sure he’s completely worn out so he’ll finally get some damn sleep for once. reth is the same in that regard; he gets all shy and blushy but he enjoys being spoiled for once. not having to care about anything or anyone else and focus fully on himself and his pleasure. and the two know this and want to show him how loved he is. lowkey i imagine jel bringing him to tears, crying tears of pleasure and from overstimulation but that may be a personal thing of mine. 💀 and as for maddox? they both know exactly which buttons to push. i imagine them sort of egging each other along. i mentioned earlier i think jel has a sadistic side to him, well i think the same of reth albeit not nearly as prominent. like, the fact he teases and flirts so much could be for a number of reasons, but how lovely it would be if it were only to watch their reactions each time. with that said, maddox happens to be very reactive and discovering that fact in bed, like, awakens something inside of him to tease more, to push as much as maddox will allow him. and yes, he notices the way jel reacts to it too. it only makes him want to tease him for the fact as well 🥴 WHICH is why i drew him with that expression LMAO normally i would’ve imagined him with a much softer and kinder expression but i think he’s quick to lose himself in the throes of pleasure which causes him to act a bit selfish at times. but like i said, i see him as a service top so really his ‘selfish’ moments are him just spoiling maddie and jel and showering their bodies with so much love and attention.

i have so many more thoughts but this post is getting long and i’m getting embarrassed so i’ll stop there for now.

IF YOU READ THIS IM SORRY LOL BUT THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME///////

[heralds-bah-commune]

hello!! can we req dr. ratio, lvl 5? shes fem-leaning androgynous and sort of problematic (think mad doctor vibes) !!

here you go!

a new flower has blossomed! 🌹

dr ratio (hsr), fem-androgynous, problematic ... [LVL 5 PACK]

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name(s) ;; dr. ratio, athena, reyna, silk, pythagoras, vera

pronouns ;; shx/hxr, she/her, they/them, xey/xem

age ;; 35

species ;; human

gender(s) ;; librafeminine

orientation(s) ;; pansexual, lithoromantic

role(s) ;; doctor

source ;; honkai star rail

sign-off(s) ;; 🥽🧠, - Ratio MD

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appearance ;; 5'11" and thin. pale skin. short purple hair. brown eyes. angular features. professional and formal style. see below for picture.

personality ;; distant and intelligent. shx has an ice cold attitude and a mind that shx truly believes puts hxr above everybody else. they're serious, stern, and hardworking. ambitious, sometimes at the expense of those around her.

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likes ;; medical journals, studying her headmates, astronomy, dubious experiments, psychology

dislikes ;; being incorrect, raunchy humour

possible front triggers ;; watching documentaries

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cisid(s) ;; mad scientist, atheist, cisNPD, purple emsoul

transid(s) ;; transambidextrous, transharmful, transprogrammer, transADHD, transcaneuser, racefluid, transscars

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; conabuse, sadism, oviphilia, doctor roleplay

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moodboard ;; found here

playlist ;; "another believer" - rufus wainwright / "weird science" - oingo boingo / "evil" - melanie martinez / "no spill blood" - oingo boingo / "stalker" - iamx

kinlist ;; dr. ava maddox (midnight burger) / mack (in space with markiplier) / blackholekin (objectkin) / ellie wadsworth (the bright sessions) / lisa swallows (lisa frankenstein)

bonus info ;; n/a

[dragonfly756]

"I could make them worse™"

In which Alexandria and Warner stow away on a boat.

The floor swayed because it was a boat’s floor, the waves knocking the lantern light at dizzying angles across stacks of crates, coils of rope. A boat bound for home, where he could fulfill that thrice-damned prophecy and depose his mother. Warner’s head swam and not in a fun way like a fish, in a not fun way like….. His leg and head hurt too much to come up with a proper metaphor, simile? One of those. 

He’d been lightly stabbed before, of course, poisoned inadvertently when he had read his foraging guides wrong, it wasn’t as though pain was a stranger to him, but he's been properly beaned this time, probably has a concussion. his leg looks weird, and it hurt somewhere new, and it’s all very disconcerting. The rapidly purpling flesh beneath his hand was also kinda grossing him out.

The ship hits a rough swell and the bones in his leg grind against each other in a bright flash of pain, blotting his vision out in a haze of pure agony.

The assassin sat across the floor next to him watched his facial journey placidly, one hand pressed against her own gunshot wound, her navy blue waistcoat unbuttoned and close-cropped white curls mussed in a way he’d never seen before, even after she’d just woken up. Alexandria Maddox has never been anything but perfectly buttoned up with a practiced smile before, the kind he recognizes from his own reflection. The effect of her dishevelment is off-putting, to say the least.

As if to compound the point, her other hand fishes in her top breast pocket and pulls out a pair of small, round glasses that she proceeds to put on her face. Court manners don’t die easily, and he means to say something like ‘I didn’t know you wore glasses, how well they suit your face.’ or something else suitably complementary and bland.

And then she takes her hair off.

She drops it to the floor beside her, and in the near dark he can almost convince himself it's a spider's eggsac, a caterpillar's cocoon, something innocuous and full of cute little creatures instead of a gigantic fucking curveball in the face of what was already a very weird day.

“That’s much better.” she says with a sigh, her hair is long now? Way too long to have been contained in a wig(?) that short without bulging horribly, it’s still white, but it’s now in long, twisty sections with gold beads wrapped around some of the more face framing bits.

“Haough?” says Warner intelligently.

“Yeah, it’s a wig, larger on the inside.” she runs a hand through her hair, the tension in her shoulders receding minutely as her fingers find purchase on scalp. “One of my classmates at university made it, some sort of spatial distortion…thingy, applied MagicMatics was never my thing, but it works a treat for disguises.” she tosses the wig in the vague direction of his head. “You can take a look if you like.”

Tentatively, Warner reaches a hand out and strokes the discarded piece, soft as spider silk, and though Alexandria has already warned him, he’s surprised when the inside gives enough to conceal his hand.

Dimly, he’s aware of Alexandria taking something out of her top breast pocket, the rustling of pages reminding him of those blanket-fort nights when he and Phillip would pore over some gory adventure novel they weren’t supposed to have. He had always been the more squeamish of the two, and his brother had often had to summarize particularly gruesome scenes while Warner peeked at the illustrations through shuttered fingers. There must have been a last time they did that, but Warner couldn’t say when.

The wig has swallowed up his arm as far as the elbow now, and he’s beginning to see how it could accommodate even shoulder-length locks, perhaps with room left over. As Alexandria struggles one-handed through her notebook, a thought occurs to him. “Why even bother with pockets?” his voice sounds tinny, wrong, but frankly he’s impressed that he managed a whole sentence this time. (Go Warner, it’s your birthday, etc.) It had taken so much effort to enunciate properly that he's earned a nap, for sure.

“Why not just put everything in the wig?” Alexandria asks. Warner nods confirmation, his supine position causing his head to collide uncomfortably and repeatedly with the wooden boards of the deck. “It’s just one place to put things, right? If someone took it-” she does a complicated hand twirl, losing her page in the process. “-buh-bye, well, everything, I guess.” she grins, a bright, unselfconscious thing entirely unlike her practiced smile, maybe she could teach him how to do that someday. “It’d make killing you a lot harder, for one thing.”

Okay, that was just completely unnecessary, she habitually threatened him with death as a ‘goodnight’ now, but there was no heat to it,  a professional courtesy more than anything else. He hadn’t even tried to cook poisonous plants into her dinner in a week at least. They were totally allies now, or at least enemies who got along pretty well.

On seeing his look of utter indignation, she laughs wetly before devolving into a hacking cough that makes Warner’s chest twinge in sympathy. 

Her expression shutters closed to neutrality again. "Anyways, truce for now, take this." She slides the notebook across to him, it's open to a page with a scribble with glasses and a hyper realistic stomach wound. Evidently taking his silence as awe instead of the confusion and roiling nausea it is, she continues dryly. "My art skills are terrific, I know, I can even draw a stick figure."

"W'at's this s'posed…"

“You’re going to patch me up, right? I don’t mean to brag, but this really, really hurts.” The admission itself seems to pain her, and through the dizzying haze of rainbow light periodically obstructing his vision, Warner can see the thin sheen of sweat building up on her face, rendering her dark skin grey and waxen in the dim lighting. “That's a medical diagram, of me, the cargo manifest I read while you were conked out said this ship deals primarily in textiles, should be easy enough to find some clean linens for bandages.”

With no small amount of difficulty, Warner lifts himself up and heeds her instructions. The bullet has gone clean through without piercing any major organs so there’s no shrapnel to remove, and with the help of his half-full waterskin he washes away the majority of the blood, tacky and sticky against her dark cotton shirt. (yuck.) Alexandria provides him with some sort of greasy salve from one of her many pockets to apply to the wound, (double yuck.) and they wrap clean strips of fabric from one of the crates around the whole grisly affair. At the end of all that, he sinks back to the floor at her side, completely spent.

“Well that sucked.” she remarks flatly.

“Mmmgh.” Warner agrees.

Her tone grows dangerously chipper then, almost sing-song. “Okay! My turn! Show me that leg.”

She has two settings when not projecting false amiability, it seems, a relaxed sort of flatness, and boundless dorky enthusiasm for things that anyone else would be disgusted by or terrified of. Unfortunately for Warner, other people’s broken legs seem to fall neatly within that category.

The rest of it is kind of a blur of “ew ew ew” excruciating pain, and other assorted indignities for which Alexandria has seemingly little sympathy, she’s practically giggling by the time he’s done being patched up, like a little kid knocking over a block tower. The fact that Warner’s scowling just makes her laugh harder. To add insult to injury (and boy is it a lot of injury.) she doesn’t even sound remotely cruel, just delighted.

“I’ve never gotten to do that before!” she says when Warner’s leg is finally contained in a makeshift splint of broken crates and torn bed sheets. Her brown eyes have the audacity to sparkle behind her round glasses as she begins to draw another stick figure in her notebook, presumably him, as this one has a crown and big wobbly eyes.

“I’ll try to get bounty hunters to chase us down a ravine more often, then, since it amuses you so much.” he snaps back weakly. A prince shouldn’t stoop to such jabs, he knows, but he’s tired, and in pain, and more than a little pissed off at his maniac of a traveling companion. He thinks he can be forgiven this rare lapse in judgement when pushed so far beyond any reasonable standard of endurance.

Far from being hurt, Alexandria nudges his shoulder. “Hit a nerve, huh? Careful, Prince Warner, I might start thinking you’re a real boy.” The playfulness of her tone gives way to something more thoughtful. “Honestly, getting chased by bounty hunters and all that, it isn’t really fun anymore, you know? I think I’ve been having a bit of a mid-life crisis, to be honest.”

Midlife? Despite the white hair, Warner would place her- “You're in…your 30s… though?”

She fixes him with a blank stare. “How long do you think assassins live, exactly? I’m doing pretty great for myself being around this long.”

Well, that’s depressing.

“Anyway, I’m thinking after we get you established as king and all, I’ll look into being a doctor or something? Maybe Spectralnomics, even, shouldn’t be too much of a leap from what I already do.”

She’ll need a lab, from what little Warner knows of the necromantic arts, he squints in concentration. Spectralnomics was the ghosty variety, right? Mostly theoretical and electricity based. “I could give you diplomatic immunity, a lab at the castle, what do you think?” he asks, almost shy. His and Phillip’s old tower bedroom could be gutted quite easily for that purpose, and what use does he have for it now, anyway?

Alexandria fixes him with that bright grin again. “I think.” she says, “we’re going to be very good friends.”

[letsplaydcttrpg]

Racing With the Rats pt 31 - THE END

Start this module here!

Previous part here!

Links to all posts for this module in the pinned post!

You return to your hotel room to rest, but you can't melt away the excruciating pain. You sense that you are beginning to lose control of yourself. From time to time, you can't remember who you are. Your head is pounding. Brooks and Maddox is downtown. You'll have to take a cab. The fare is two dollars and thirty cents. During the ride in, you are only intermittently present. Now and again, the pain takes your place. When you finally arrive, you are met by a man named Jacobs. He gives you some details about the position the firm is looking to fill. You would be a file clerk, far lower down the ladder than the position you held at your last job, though he promises room for advancement. You try to tell him about your former job and your duties. Sometimes, the pain lets you. The interview is not going well. You break off contact as soon as possible. You hop back in a cab and spend another six dollars and thirty-four cents. Next stop Clybefeld Deliveries.

We lost our last Sanity point! Uh-oh! I'm sure this will be fine!

Your head is pounding. Clybefeld Deliveries is on the northwest side, well out of your neighborhood. You're in a cab. You've paid a fare. Your head is pounding. During the ride in, you mercifully lose consciousness once or twice. Its getting harder and harder to control yourself. Your head is pounding. When you finally arrive, you are met by a man named Palmer. He gives you some details about the position his firm is looking to fill. You would be a sales representative, a position roughly equivalent to the one you held at the advertising firm. Your head is pounding. You think of Tefé and try to keep your composure. You try to tell Palmer about your former job and your duties. Sometimes the pain lets you. The interview is going very poorly. You leave early. You hop back in a cab headed back to your neighborhood and shell out another eight dollars and fourteen cents.

Our Sanity is at -1! Yay! This is fine!

An hour later, you step out of the cab in front of your hotel and stagger up the stairs to your room, clutching your head in agony. Someone has slipped a message under your door. The message is from the employment agency. You were turned down at Brooks and Maddox because you are "overqualified." Clybefeld Deliveries turned you down because your skills are "not appropriate to the job they are offering." You no longer have any control over yourself. Your limbs move, but you are no longer pulling the strings. You are a slave to the primal rhythm of the flesh. Your mind too, is beginning to run on automatic. You begin to search for something, anything that may provide you with temporary shelter from the shrill buzzing that is splitting your skull. A blanket, or some food perhaps. It takes you fifteen minutes to remember that you can purchase such items. In desperation, you count your money, no easy task under the present circumstances. In your pocket, there is exactly...five hundred fifty-one dollars and seven cents.

We have to do a check where we add our Sanity to our Will. Unfortunately our Sanity is negative! Fortunately it's only -1 and our Will is 15, so we still only need a 5 and we rolled a 14! (That could've been bad if we'd lost a bunch of Sanity...)

Ten minutes later, you find yourself in the pawn shop. You sift through the assembled collection of junk, trying to find the shells for the shotgun in your hand. The pain is spurring you on like some frenzied mole. So it has come to this. You push past some old silk shirts and a largely unused guitar. What few thoughts you can manage to sneak by the obscuring buzz are dedicated to Tefé. Will her mother tell her that her father was a coward - that in the end he could simply no longer face the pain? Whether 'tis nobler in the heart to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them - that was Hamlet's dilemma, you remember reading that in high school. But Hamlet's fortune had not been so outrageous as to fail to provide him with an opportunity to both seize the sword and suffer the arrow - to have his cake and eat it too. Few are so lucky. You push past the little tubs of inexpensive watches and bracelets, and past the clocks. You once again curse the pain as you dig down through the layers of appliances and accouterments: an umbrella, a space heater, a battered cassette player, a strobe light, a lamp, a VCR, a...a lamp? yes, a red lamp - a red lamp with delicate white stripes. Nineteen dollars and a short walk later, you're forcing the pain into submission. You're knocking on her door and thrusting the lamp into her hands. Her eyes are black and white. She's been crying. "Wait. Labo, he's crying. He moved!" "Tu must coax him, Abby!" Constantine lights another cigarette.

Thanks, John, very helpful.

"Abby, I'm so sorry, I..." "No. No Alec, I'm sorry..." "Abby, about the job..." "No. We'll discuss it in the morning." She buries you with her warmth. You are grateful for that warmth, grateful even for the pain - grateful for anything capable of inspiring such a delicious reconciliation. For a moment, the buzz melts away in her warm embrace, and along with it, all your memories. You are a child again. Suddenly, you feel flushed. Who ar eyou? Yes look, it's working!" You are in a swamp, you are the Swamp Thing. You snap open your eyes and find yourself staring into Abby's warm face. There are others present, and a cigarette odor. Constantine? "Oh Alec, I'm so sorry..." Abby cradles your head in her lap. Your soul embraces her primitive rhythms. Her soul is your soul. Her words are your words. "No Abby, I am sorry..." "Alec, about the fight..." "No. We we'll [sic] discuss it in the morning."

THE END! This module doesn't have a bunch of award conditions at the end, just 20 points total for completing it, BUT if we had gotten a different outcome on this last roll we would have had to halve it if we took the other path.

And that's it! Swamp Thing module complete! Kind of a weird one! Lots of puzzles and choice-based outcomes, and y'all didn't even see me having to track all the Conditions and things.

Stay tuned for a poll to choose the next one soon!

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - chapter 59 & 60

Gale steps into our room first, saying words I can’t quite make out, but I assume it’s to let everyone know the baby is here and I’ll need some space. He then proceeds to gesture me into the room, his lips curling into a handsome smile. As I step inside, Jenevelle’s eyes light up and Jaheira hands her to Gale, though her mood swiftly changes when she notices Neeve in my arms. Karlach is on the sofa holding Maddox while Wyll is preparing a bottle for her, but they’re both watching us with loving expressions on their faces. What an intense and unexpected week, that’s for sure.

“Jenevelle, baby girl, this is your sister Neeve,” Gale murmurs with a soft tone, bringing her over to meet Neeve, though I worry it won’t exactly go well judging by Jenevelle’s whines and pouty bottom lip as she gets close. It’s apparent she’s about to let out a very jealous scream, so Gale bounces her lightly in his arms as he slowly approaches me. “Sshh. It’s alright, my little love.” It’s silent for a few moments as I watch both babies observe one another, and suddenly the tension dies down. Jenevelle coos and sticks her tongue out, you know, like babies do. She does this when she’s less overstimulated and tense. “There we go.”

Gale and I switch babies so he can take Neeve to meet little Maddox Ravengard while I am cuddled up with my first baby, holding her close to my chest. Jaheira must have given her a bath, because she smells of lavender and rosewater mixed together and her skin is smooth like silk. I observe the sweet tender moment between the children as I sit here on our bed, rocking my little Jenevelle calmly.

“Sorry to make a peaceful situation downright awkward, but I can’t wait to leave tomorrow. I promised Halsin I’d partake in a wrestling match with him. He said ‘Are you sure that’s a wise choice?’ And I said ‘Hell yeah brother, don’t underestimate Mama K.’ I can actually say my name is Mama K now. Gods, that makes me happy.”

“My dearest Karlach, my beautiful wife, you just had a baby. Is wrestling Halsin a good idea? I…think you should wait awhile, give you time to recover,” Wyll adds with a skeptical tone, realizing Karlach will ignore his wishes and do it anyway. “Let’s just hope Halsin isn’t up to the task.”

“You have to live life to the fullest, man!” I roll my eyes and fight laughter as I carry Jenevelle over to our friends, partaking in some playful banter and shenanigans. I am so ready to be back home and in the comfort of our own bed or on the sofa surrounded by books and the smell of firewood from the fireplace. We’re so very close.

Over the course of several hours, I decided to write my mom a letter, wishing her the best and hoping for her happiness. I did bring up how heartbroken I am over her choice, but that I do hope she made the right one. I do keep questioning if the truth was told, and I wonder if I was being a bitch for no reason. I don’t want to feel this guilt, but I can’t help but feel like I was too harsh. I mention our new daughter and how we expect her to age, and the heartbroken pain we feel because of it…but also the joy that flows through us regarding this circumstance.

It feels nice to write to my mother and let out all these feelings I’ve been keeping inside me for way too long. Though venting to Gale was helpful, telling my mother how I’ve been feeling is oddly satisfying. I finish the letter off with our home address in Waterdeep, and tuck it inside my sweater pocket for tomorrow morning. I sigh as I plop myself onto the bed, feeling a strange sense of peace within me as Gale and I begin a new chapter in our lives.

We spent our last night in Baldur’s Gate eating a nice dinner as a group at a new restaurant over by Basilisk Gate, with Jaheira and Minsc by our side this time. It’s nice to catch up with them and enjoy a relaxing atmosphere before a frustrating journey the following day. I stare at the night sky as we sit outside enjoying a hearty meal, taking comfort in the fact we are all safe and how our lives are about to change…perhaps for the better, even though they were pretty great before.

Of course, the night after we got back to the Elfsong was a little intense. Neeve and Jenevelle were fussy, Maddox was restless, and we were all beyond exhausted. The good news is that we survived and our trip back home was much easier than anticipated; maybe a little too easy. We ran into Elminster just right after we left Rivington, and he was actually searching for Gale. It’s been ages since we’ve been in touch with that old bastard, but it was nice to have conversation…until he went on about how much he wanted cheese. Though, it did work out in our favor! We gave Elminster two cheese wheels and he sent us home using the Weave, which not only saves us from camping for two nights, but keeping our babies safe from any potential harm.

We made it home. Thank you, Elminster.

I open my eyes as I’m curled up in bed with Gale, the moon from the dusky sky beaming through the glass windows. The entire past several months feels like one big dream, and I begin to question if they were. Maybe I’m just sleepy as hell, questioning existence itself as I stare at the moon in front of me. I feel Gale’s arms wrap around my body from behind, pulling me close to him. He smells of lavender and a hint of eucalyptus.

“Having trouble sleeping, my love?” His voice is raspy and sleepy as his lips touch my neck. “I had to go make sure the girls were okay. Jenevelle was fine, Neeve needed to be rocked back asleep.”

“I’m glad they’re alright, love. Thank you for checking on them.”

“Of course. I go back to work in three days, I want to help out as much as I can. Maybe I’ll take Jenevelle with me in the baby carrier again. Neeve is still too tiny and prone to illness, so if she grows, maybe I’ll bring her along someday.” I turn around to face Gale, still sleepy and struggling to keep my eyes open as I inhale his scent. He laughs lightly, his voice deep and exhausted. “You love the way I smell?”

“Well duh, I always have,” I tease, nuzzling my face into his bare chest. “You always…smell good…” I grumble sleepily as I nearly fall back asleep on his chest. He plays with my hair, falling back asleep shortly after I do. I missed this so much. I love our friends so much but having our own space back truly is a treasure. Speaking of which, I wonder how Karlach and Wyll are holding up with their little one.

I wake up the next morning alone in the bed, so I lift myself up and head to the girls’ room, noticing Neeve just now waking up. Jenevelle must be with Gale, but where did they go? I smile at my newborn daughter, watching her eyes open as she observes me. I pick her up, get her changed and fed, then make my way into the living area, where Tara greets me with a letter on her back.

“Emmy! My darling, this is for you. Mrs. Dekarios — Gale’s mother, of course — wrote to you. Have a read, dear.” I sit down with the baby and open up the letter while Tara observes me from the coffee table:

Emmy,

My dearest daughter-in-law. You have been on my mind lately and I plan on stopping by to see you all soon. I’d love for us to sit down and drink a cup of coffee, or five, and catch up on things. I consider you my daughter, you know, and don’t you ever forget it!

Gale told me about the incident with your mother and I just want you to know I’m here for you always. I am also your home, as you are mine. You are welcome to stop by whenever you want. You make my son the happiest he’s ever been, and you also brought me another grand baby. I told Gale I’d be by in two days. This gives you all time to settle in and get comfortable.

I made the girls an outfit while sitting in my study room. I know Gale spoils those babies and I have to also. Those are his baby girls!

If you ever need a night out with Gale, you know how to reach me. I’ll see you all in a couple of days. I’ll bring my special tea cup and coffee beans.

Mama Dekarios

I feel droplets of tears form in my eyes as I read the letter, smiling at each and every word. It feels wonderful feeling truly appreciated and cared for by such a wonderful person, who created the most amazing son. I truly have it, don’t I?

I step out into the garden, noticing Gale holding Jenevelle as he shows her all the plants outside.

“Your mother’s favorite flower. Hibiscus. Every time I see one, I think of her,” Gale murmurs in our daughter’s ear. “You know, you have the same aura as a hibiscus also, Jenevelle. Bright and lovely, and rather sweet.” I smile as I watch Gale show our daughter around the fresh garden. “Strawberries. She loves strawberries. I wish you could enjoy them as much as she does, but I’ll let you have a tiny taste.” Gale leans in and kisses Jenevelle’s forehead, his lips lingering on her skin for a moment. The love he has for our daughters is beautiful and I couldn’t ask for a better husband or father to our children. He turns around and notices me standing in the doorway, his brown eyes glistening under the morning sun. The moment our eyes met, it was like reliving meeting him for the first time: I felt butterflies. Immediately, I recall his face the moment I rescued him from the stone. Then I remember when he showed me the Weave for the first time. When he took me into the stars and we sat on a magical boat together created by magic itself. I think he visualized the exact same images I did, reminiscing the most beautiful moments. Suddenly, he smiles, his cheeks flushing red as I approach him. A love that will never die.

[trickarrows-bishop]

silk!maddox au first look 👀

sneak peek of the first chapter under the cut HEHEHEH (ps... i think i'll be able to work out ao3 for it ??? HOPEFULLY)

“Where the fuck were you?” Nini’s voice jolts Gadget up in their chair, looking above the clock to see the girl stood there with a nosy look on her face.

“In my bed?” She replied, only realising afterwards that it sounded like a question back. She didn’t even know what she was talking about.

“I meant last night, dumbass.” Nini says, voice lowering slightly so no one other than Mad could hear her professional vocabulary. “Me and Carlos were drinking shots all by ourselves-”

Mad rolls her eyes slightly as she places her bag down on the side, scooting her office chair closer to her desk. “Wow… sounds like you had a horrible time, then…”

Nini crosses her arms at her friend’s words. “Mad.” She says, making them turn their head away from the login computer screen. Maddox never even liked computers. “You haven’t answered my question.”

Shit. What was she supposed to say? I was spending the whole night fighting criminals? No. God, she could still feel it when that one guy had kicked her in the stomach. “I was uh…” She thinks again. Nope. Absolutely nothing that she can say to Nini would make sense. I was fighting a criminal known as Black Cat, no big deal Neeners, they think. “Yeah… I forgot.”

[hsmtmts-arrows]

all my notes online for the silk maddox au look like this btw

[solarsleepless]

silk!maddox at it again

IM FUCKING CRYING STOP BEING SO OBVIOUS MADDIE

[galaxysharks]

you might already know this, but the tl is talking about spider-man maddox!!! (also known as spidermad, ehe)

Imma be real, idk what tl is. But I am absolutely here for spiderman aus.

That said....

I see your spiderMad. It is wonderful, but I raise you Madsilk....

Tell me this wouldn't sent Ash into cardiac arrest

[acceleracers-baby]

Acceleracers HC’s - How they sleep! Metal Maniac Edition!

Metal Maniacs

(Taro Kitano, Tork Maddox, Monkey McClurg, Porkchop Riggs & Markie Wylde)

+Bonus Round

(Doctor Tezla & Lani Tam)

Metal Maniacs

Taro Kitano - Taro strikes me as the kind of guy who could fall asleep anywhere. Back a few years ago when he was still traveling around a lot he used to be a BIG camping gear geek. He hiked up Mount Everest twice in style. When he’s sleeping at home in his own bed he definitely has some nice silk sheets though. No one who ski’s down Mount Everest TWICE sleeps on shitty sheets. A few years ago he used to have a wild sleep schedule, but now that he’s joined the Metal Maniacs and not traveling around as much, he’s developed more healthy sleeping habits. Before he goes to bed, he turns the lights down and mainly uses scented candles to keep his room lit. It’s practical. Keeps his room smelling nice and warm light is better for nighttime.

Tork Maddox - Tork sleeps slightly propped up. At LEAST two pillows under him at all times. He also seems like the type to keep his room cold as fuck but have like three big flannel blankets to keep him warm. Tork SNORES. He straight up sounds like a grizzly bear. On top of that he usually falls asleep with the TV on. Occasionally, he has the sense of mind to turn it off or at least put it on mute, but after Tone’s passing, he is frequently plagued by nightmares. The TV helps, but what helps more is the fact that he gets into journaling. Even if he just writes down a sentence or two it helps.

Monkey McClurg - Not only does Monkey sleep walk, but he also sleep talks. He has had full on conversations with people while dead asleep and not remember a single thing the next morning. Porkchop once caught him fixing up his car at like three in the morning while babbling about some kind of new suspension system he wanted to implement. Usually all it takes to get him back to bed is to just tell him that he’s asleep, but sometimes he argues. It never lasts long though. When he does end up back in bed he’s usually there for the rest of the night.

Porkchop Riggs - Obviously we know he sleeps with a stuffed pig, but I raise you that he also sleeps with a flying pig night light. It was something Mama Chop got him after his father drowned. He was very prone to night terrors at that time. They’ve gotten better, but he’s just so used to sleeping with it now it feels wrong to take it out of the wall. Porkchop gets his best sleep when his window air conditioner unit kicks on. Something about the loud rattling and cool air reminds him of when he was a kid. Adversely he doesn’t sleep at all when it storms. It reminds him of the night he lost his father.

Markie Wylde - Mark sleeps curled up tight. At least one of his legs is tucked up towards his chest and he’s usually holding on tight to a pillow. He never sleeps with his back to the door. He also never sleeps around people he’s not 100% comfortable around. Mark always has a really hard time sleeping in beds that aren’t his own. He barely got any sleep the first week he was in prison, and when he got out, it was the same. It takes him at least three days now to acclimate to sleeping in places he’s unfamiliar with. When he does sleep he doesn’t really snore but he does make noise. Loud sniffles, grunts, and occasionally he’ll grind his teeth.

Bonus Round

Doctor Tezla - Idle hands are the devils work. There is so much to explore, so much to research, but there are also so few hours in the day. Gig quite literally has to force Tezla to go to sleep most days. He’s just so stressed about…well everything that it’s nearly impossible to fall asleep on his own. At first he tried general over the counter melatonin, but that proved to be less than effective so he got a prescription for something stronger. Gig reminds him to take it most nights, but occasionally Lani has to get involved, reminding him that he won’t be able to continue his work if he dies due to severe sleep deprivation. He’s stubborn, but not stupid.

Lani Tam - The shit that this poor woman has to deal with… When Lani decides it’s time for bed, she refuses to be disturbed. She drinks a nice hot tea with honey, reads a few chapters from a good book, and throws on a sleep mask before promptly passing out. Before any of that though she usually indulges in a scalding hot bath. If her skin isn’t a different shade by the time she gets out, she doesn’t want it. Occasionally, if she can’t sleep, she’ll fall asleep watching something that doesn’t take a whole lot of brain power. Something like Survivor or Hells Kitchen.

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[halfwaydeepunofficial]

hey there!

this is my oc blog, it’s not attached to a particular wip but rather an insane network of rp that’s about four and a half years old depending on how you’re measuring, unofficially called “the depths”. it’s made up of me, one of my best friends* and a shitton of little guys that are constantly rotating like microwave popcorn in my brain.

* @threecheer, my beloved bestie. none of these ocs are hers, she’s not on tumblr much. but i’ll probably talk about her ocs sometimes bc it’s kind of impossible not to.

feel free to ask me questions about any of my ocs! here are their full names, in roughly descending order from most developed to least developed:

alec michael caldwell

meera shah

franklin emory bendel

sebastian avery olivier

henry jonathan brooks

raphael “raph” roger truman

melanie “mel” robin chambers

solomon “sol” clay kingsley, junior

miriam tzipporah meir

isadora beatrice mallory

lev ilyich kalashnik

atticus owen miller

sage courtney desmond

violet kara lerner-mitchell

ainsley marianne lassiter

lydia “libby” riva rubenstein

beau quinn

maddox rose

daniella “dani” jean wilde

some of them have canonical kids and some of them have parents that are occasionally brought in as minor characters (mainly sebastian and sol lol) but that’s about it. also there are several canonical pets - the pfp for this blog is meant to represent Silk Scratcher The Triumphant (or just silk), who’s sort of a mascot for the depths.

my main is @whimperandabang :)