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LEECH - Sejanus Plinth (2/2)

Leeches are segmented parasitic or predatory worms that comprise the subclass Hirudinea.

Summary: Hirudinea Snow is going to baby-trap Sejanus Plinth to get her hands on the Plinth fortune. Warnings: Sex, manipulation, sexual assault (baby-trapping), toxicity, OC is a bitch, Sejanus is too good for her, OC is a bad person through and through, OC is a Capitol supremacist, Coriolanus is a weirdo Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Minors DNI Slight Hilarius Heavensbee x MC MC is fem and named but her appearance is never explicitly described.

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"Don't worry about what I'm doing. Snow lands on top."

Coriolanus wondered what his cousin meant by that. He guessed at what petty schemes she could have been up to, but he didn’t expect it to lead him here:

Standing against the living room wall, fuming as Hirudinea presented the family with the gifts showered upon her by her official boyfriend of a month now, Sejanus Plinth.

"And this is for you, Grandma'am, isn't it stunning?" Hirudinea said as she wrapped the mink scarf around her grandmother's neck.

"Oh, my sweet girl, it's beautiful," Grandma'am beamed in front of the tall mirror. The air of pride she had been without for so long felt like it had returned.

"I just knew you would love it."

Grandma'am turned to Hirudinea, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"So thoughtful of you, my darling. You must thank the Heavensbees. Their son is such a good, generous boy."

Hirudinea hadn't told Grandma'am about the breakup or Sejanus yet. She knew the woman would be upset that her granddaughter wasn't with her own kind and she would force Hirudinea to cut off the Plinth heir before her goal was reached.

"I'll pass the message along..." she lied.

Tigris smiled at her grandmother's merriment.

She was glad Hirudinea had found a boy who was so taken with her, even though her sister couldn't tell Grandma'am who the boy really was.

Sejanus treated her sister well and made sure to be just as giving to the rest of the Snow family.

Tigris herself held a length of luxurious fabric on her lap, a gift from Sejanus.

Hirudinea was over the moon; she couldn't have picked a better mark.

Even without a baby, dating Sejanus came with perks. He was nothing if not giving, and my, how Hirudinea would take.

All she had to do was mention something she wanted in passing, and it didn't take long before it showed up to her apartment with love notes attached, singing her highest praise.

Of course, she hardly ever read them.

"You know you don't have to get me all this stuff; I'm not with you for your money," she would say to him, lying to his face.

"I know, but I want to do this for you. You're my girl, and I want to make sure you know how special you are to me. Besides, it's not like I use my allowance to do much anyways."

It sickened her that his allowance could afford such luxury while she had to scrounge together pennies for her life's savings.

Most of the gifts she received from him ended up pawned off to pay for upkeep and taxes.

Hirudinea had Sejanus completely whipped, and it was obvious. The curly-haired boy was never a big spender but would buy her the world if he could.

'Sejanus can't afford the world on his allowance yet, but maybe Strabo Plinth can; that's where my baby will come in handy.'

"Corio," Hirudinea called across the room from where she and Grandma'am inspected their new clothes, "A basket came with the rest of my things. Be a dear and check what's inside?"

He huffed but checked the basket anyways. It was full to the brim with homemade cookies.

"Baked goods from Mrs. Plinth," he informed gloomily.

Hirudinea turned from the mirror with a large fur coat adorning her shoulders and walked over.

The girl picked up one cookie, biting into it without a second thought.

"Blagh," she grimaced, spitting out the treat, "Raisins! Disgusting. Leave it to the Plinths to ruin a perfectly good cookie with nasty, cheap raisins."

She spoke as if her family could even afford that.

"It was a kind gesture, Dinea. I'm sure Mrs. Plinth meant no harm by it," Tigris reasoned.

"Whatever," Hirudinea scoffed, moving on to try on more clothes.

This was the Hirudinea that Coriolanus knew; condescending and cruel.

If Sejanus didn't see it, then he was either more stupid than Coriolanus thought or Hirudinea was more cunning than she had let on all these years.

Or maybe it was a mixture of both.

Hilarius Heavensbee was understandably upset by the news of the latest relationship in the Academy. He had tried in vain to win Hirudinea back, but nothing worked.

Her friends had been in shock at the news too. After all, Hirudinea had always been just as unsettled by Sejanus' presence among them as Arachne and Livia had been.

The two, along with Hilarius, assumed the couple wouldn't last long, and eventually, Hirudinea would remember where she belongs.

But by the third month of their apparent relationship, Hirudinea and Sejanus were still a constant fixture at each other's sides.

He followed her around like a lost puppy, and she happily fell into his open arms.

School was usually Coriolanus's safe haven from his cousin, but being Sejanus's only friend, he was forced to be around her much more than he liked. He had to watch them kiss and hold hands throughout the day.

Watching Hirudinea act like a changed woman in front of Sejanus made Coriolanus's head hurt.

He even began to fondly recall the days she had been with Hilarius, when the pair would argue incessantly about anything and everything.

At least then, she allowed her venom to flow freely.

Hirudinea pushed Sejanus against the wall of the janitors closet. They were in his father's office building and things were heating up.

It was the weekend, and he was supposed to be observing how his father runs the business, but when his beautiful girlfriend had showed up and whispered dirty things in his ear, he couldn't help but wander away after her.

He ended up moving from the wall to a nearby chair, trousers and boxers around his ankles as she knelt before him.

"Fuck" he cursed under his breath when she wrapped her fingers around his base of his veiny cock.

Hirudinea flattened her tongue against his tip, massaging his slit as he let out a soft grunt.

She raised her head, gathering saliva in her mouth, before leaning over him and letting it all fall onto his member.

With the hand on his base, she stroked his slowly but firmly, coating his entire cock with the liquid. Eventually adding another hand.

She twisted her wrists, wringing his cock hard.

Occasionally, she would wrap her lips around the tip and suck.

He bit into his hand in an attempt to muffle his sounds, but it didn't do much to conceal the throaty groans escaping him.

"Please, baby" he whimpered pathetically.

She chuckled darkly.

With her lips around him, she sank down, opening her throat to take him as deep as possible, making sure he hit the back of her throat.

Sejanus moaned deeply. His hips thrusting up against his will due to the sensations of her fingers and mouth.

He clenched his fists to prevent them from coming to the back of her head and keeping her there.

He was losing it, and it was making her wetness grow.

"So good, baby" he moaned with half lidded eyes.

He was close and she could tell.

But she didn't want his spend in her mouth. She needed it inside her.

Hirudinea let him go, making him whine at the loss of stimulation.

She sat on his lap, grinding her cunt against his manhood.

"I wish I could feel you without anything between us" she whispered.

It would be good for her pregnancy timeline to fuck him raw a few times, but she would be okay with it if he still wanted to use a condom.

She'd prepared so many and still had three left.

Glancing at the front pocket of her bag, she could see one, two, thre-

Wait, there were only two, that couldn't be right.

"I want to feel you too, baby. Can I? I'll pull out, I swear. I just need you so bad" he promised, holding her face in his hands.

She could work with this.

"Do you care about me?" She asked with intensity behind her voice

"Of course, Dinea. I lo-I care about you so much"

"Then don't pull out"

His eyes glistened. It felt like he was dreaming.

All he'd wanted to do since she gave him permission to touch her was cum deep inside her.

Arms wrapped around his neck, she raised her hips and to circle her entrance with his tip before slipping onto his cock.

She struggled a little, but her spit and wetness provided extra lubrication. Although they had slept together many times, she still wasn't fully used to taking his large cock.

She sank all the way down, pressing her ass against his heavy balls.

The groan that erupted from Sejanus's throat was so deep it became a growl.

Finally losing all semblance of control, he gripped her hips and began bouncing her on his cock, thrusting his hips upwards to meet hers.

The friction from his hair and happy trail against her clit was incredible. She threw her head back and moaned.

Sejanus drew her head forward and kissed her deeply. Grunting and groaning against her mouth and swallowing her moans.

He reached a hand down, swiping at her clit and forcing her towards an orgasm.

He was already close before, so when she felt his cock twitch, she knew to push him over the edge.

"You wanna cum in me, baby -oh!" she jumped when he gave her a particularly harsh thrust.

"Ugh, fuck yes, sweetheart. I want to fill your pussy up with my cum" his voice slurred, he was drunk on the feeling of her pussy squeezing him hard.

"Gonna put my fucking load in this tight, wet pussy"

His fingers moved faster against her pleasure button.

"I need your cum, Sej" There was an ominous reality to her words he didn't realize, "Are you going to give it to me?"

"I'm going to give it to you, baby. You take my cock so well, makes me want to fill you up so bad - oh shit-"

Fuck, he was coming.

His pace became erratic, and he chanted her name over and over.

His fingers swiped at her clit one last time, and she clenched hard as she came, head thrown back in ecstasy.

He held her tight as he pumped his cum into her for the first time. Cock pulsing as he released everything he had into her womb.

They sat there for a few minutes, breathing heavily as they regained their bearings.

Once they caught their breaths, he gently raised her off his softening cock, holding her firmly as he stood and giving her a passionate kiss.

They quietly got dressed.

A calm had settled in the air, and he enjoyed the time they had until they had to leave the sanctuary of the closet.

Unfortunately, it didn't last as long as he wanted.

An Avox walked into the janitors closet, clearly searching for something.

The mute man stared with wide eyes at the scene before him.

Sejanus felt like he had been caught doing something wrong.

Hirudinea scoffed at the intruder,

"And what are you looking at? Huh? It's not like you're going to tell someone. Leave! Before I decide to have you punished."

The Avox rushed out, bowing in apology.

Sejanus held her elbow gently, guiding her to look at him. "Sweetheart, there was no need for that."

'Shit.'

After playing the repentant bully for so long, her mask had slipped.

"I'm sorry. You know how I get sometimes," she looked down in mock shame.

"I'm trying to be better, but it's hard to unlearn the things that have been drilled into me for so long. This isn't who I am. Please don't be upset, Sej," Hirudinea began to cry.

It was her usual "get out of revealing your true self" card with him.

Sejanus' eyes softened; he couldn't stand to see his girlfriend cry, and he hated the fact that she thought he was angry with her.

"It's okay; you're trying to be better, that's more than most people ever do. I know that's not you anymore, Dinea."

She quickly kissed him, feeling any leftover worry melt away from him.

In reality, Hirudinea didn't care about some tongueless traitor to Panem, and it disgusted her that he did. Even now, with a purebred Capitol girlfriend, he still found camaraderie with rebels.

'You can take the boy out of the Districts, but you really can't take the Districts out of the boy.'

'It's not a big deal,' she told herself later that day after failing to find the missing condom anywhere.

But it was a big deal; it could mean a huge wrench had been thrown in her plans.

Hirudinea had allowed herself to be weak a few months ago,

The day after sleeping with Sejanus for the first time, the heaviness of what she had just initiated fully hit her.

In need of familiarity, she had found herself bent over a desk in an empty classroom while Hilarius thrust into her from behind.

But had he used one of her sabotaged condoms? He knew the front pocket of her bag was where she kept the contraceptives; she had done it when they were dating, and they would have been easy for him to reach.

How did she get herself into this mess?

The sun rose over the Plinth house as Sejanus was awoken from his slumber by his alarm clock.

He stretched an arm over Hirudinea's sleeping form to turn off the device.

She hadn’t heard it.

She was a deep sleeper and with the combination of Sejanus's plush mattress with 1000 thread count sheets and the rigorous 'physical activity' they were up to the night before, she was absolutely knocked out.

Sejanus leaned over Hirudinea, pressing a kiss to her forehead before gently shaking her awake.

"Time to get up, sweetheart" he whispered.

He was reluctant to leave the little domestic sphere they had created in his bedroom, but he knew they needed to prepare for school.

She sluggishly rose, standing and stretching her arms over her head.

"I'll start the shower" she told him "Before you join me, darling, could you please make sure the servants prepare my breakfast exactly the way I like it? Yesterday's service was absolutely sub-par"

"I-" Sejanus didn’t even finish his sentence before Hirudinea shut the bathroom door behind her.

Her morning showers at the Plinth house were usually her was bliss.

Hirudinea had made a habit of staying the night with Sejanus. She adored getting to wake up on a luxurious bed, bathe with high-end products and sit down to an elegant breakfast.

It as a preview of what was to come, the life she would soon be living.

But this morning, she found herself under the steam of hot water, pre-occupied by thoughts of impending doom.

Her doctor’s appointment was scheduled for the evening.

Today was the day she would find out if she was pregnant and if she was, she had no idea who the father could be.

Mrs Plinth smiled lightly as she watched her son walk hand-in-hand with his girlfriend to the car.

The two weren’t aware she knew the girl had been spending the night, but it brought the woman much delight to stand by her window, overlooking the front yard, and know in her heart she raised a good and sweet boy as she saw Sejanus open the door for Hirudinea and guide her inside.

Sejanus had never been so happy for so long since they came to the Capitol, and it was all due to the Snow girl that stole his heart.

When Hirudinea was at their house, she didn’t do much (or any) kitchen work with her boyfriends mother, like a district girl would.

She would stand uncomfortably in a corner of the kitchen, occasionally commenting on the progress being made with the baking until Sejanus would come in and drag Hirudinea away, informing his mother that Hirudinea isn’t used to doing housework.

Mrs Plinth liked the girl regardless, after all, she filled Sejanus with such joy that the boy would constantly gush to his mother about love and soul mates and weddings.

Hirudinea was good for her son.

"What is it?" Strabo asked behind her, getting ready to leave for the office.

"Nothing" Mrs Plinth said softly, closing the curtain as the car pulled away.

It was official.

Hirudinea Snow was pregnant at eighteen.

She paid for the test with one of the watches Sejanus bought her.

When she thought of this moment months ago, she imagined there would be a feeling of fear at the knowledge that she was with child.

But no, all her dread came from the fact that she couldn't be sure who the father of her baby was.

She was supposed to have Sejanus Plinth's baby— the child that would be her family's ticket to a better life.

But if it was Hilarius's baby, then had she ruined her reputation for nothing? Had she just created another mouth for the Snows to feed?

No.

She decided it didn't matter.

Regardless of who the father of this child was, she would claim it was Sejanus.

Sejanus Plinth would be saddled with the responsibility, and his family would be her cash cows.

His name would be on the birth certificate.

Sejanus had been confused when his girlfriend cancelled their date only to tell him to meet her at a park near the Corso.

He knew enough that when a girl says she needs to talk, it's not a good sign.

"Hi," he said softly as he approached, a nervous smile on his face.

He took a seat right next to her on the bench, handing her the flowers he had gotten—red roses, her favorites.

"Hi," she replied, barely looking at him.

"What's wrong, Dinea?" He was too anxious to beat around the bush.

"Nothing, it's just..." she paused, letting a single tear fall. She had practiced that trick all night. "...It's just that if I tell you this...you may not want to be with me anymore."

This filled him with sadness. How could she think there was anything that would make him leave her?

Was she sick? Was she in trouble? Had she taken a liking to someone else? He would work through anything to be with her.

"Whatever it is, we can get through it."

"Do you promise, Sej?"

"I promise," he took her hands in his own, a comforting gesture.

She took a deep breath for believability, giving it a beat of silence before spilling,

"I'm pregnant."

Sejanus blanched.

He didn't say anything; he didn't know what to say.

He was going to be a dad. HE WAS GOING TO BE A DAD.

He didn't feel ready; he hadn't done anything to make his kid proud yet. He hadn't helped to make the world a better place.

But then he thought of the fact that she was going to make him a dad, and suddenly everything was alright.

Hirudinea was the light of his life, the reason he felt anything was possible.

He had every intention to marry and have children with her one day. So what if the order of things got mixed up?

"I-I'm going to be a dad," he thought out loud, a smile cracking onto his face. "We're having a kid."

"You're happy?"

She expected him to take responsibility and be naively glad, but she didn't expect him to be over the moon about it.

"Of course I am," he holds her face in both hands. "There's nobody I would rather be doing this with than you."

He looked to her for permission before pressing his hand to her stomach.

"I love you, Dinea," he admitted.

She definitely wasn't expecting that.

Hirudinea kissed him hard, hoping it would suffice as a reply.

When Hirudinea told her family they were invited to dinner at the Plinth residence, none of them knew what to think.

Coriolanus and Tigris weren't anticipating 'dinner at the in-laws house' so soon, and Grandma'am couldn't imagine for the life of her what business Hirudinea had with the Plinths.

As far as Grandma'am knew, the girl had always been smart enough to keep her distance from them and their unruly son.

The meal went smoothly, and the conversation was agreeable.

It was obvious to everyone that Hirudinea and Sejanus were excited about something. The pair giggled like children every time one looked at the other.

The whole table was curious.

It wasn't until the end of the meal, when the dishes had been cleared, that, holding hands, the couple stood to make an announcement.

Grandma'am gasped at the display.

Hirudinea began, "I'm sure you're all wondering the reason we called you here tonight, and it's because we have some very important news."

Sejanus gave her hand a gentle squeeze and continued, "We wanted our families to be the first to know that... we're having a baby."

Sejanus and Hirudinea waited eagerly for a reaction, but the silence at the table was palpable.

Scandalized, Grandma'am's hand rested on her chest.

It was Strabo who broke the silence first when he pushed his chair back loudly and walked out of the room.

Sejanus sent his girlfriend a look of apology, guiding her to sit down before following his father out.

Mrs. Plinth stood next, apologizing profusely before leaving.

"Of all the irresponsible things you have done!" Strabo shouted at a rattling volume.

He was standing behind the desk in his study, glaring daggers at his son on the other side of the room.

"What's irresponsible about having a baby with the girl I love?! But you, how could you just leave like that when she's so vulnerable. Go out there and apologize now!" Sejanus wasn't having any of it.

He wouldn’t allow his father make Hirudinea feel small.

"Apologize? You just barely turned 18, Sejanus. You haven't even graduated yet. What do you two know about anything? About raising a child? About being a father?"

Sejanus took a step towards his father. "Don't talk to me about raising a child! You know, there's more to being a father than throwing money around."

Mrs. Plinth gasped. "Sejanus!"

"No, Ma. Dinea and I are going to raise our baby a different way. If he doesn't want to be involved in the baby's life, he doesn't have to be. We'll go somewhere else."

Strabo scoffed. "And where is that?"

"Back to 2. I'll work as a medic in the quarries. We'll have each other, and that's the only thing that matters. We'll go somewhere we can be together like a family." Sejanus said naively but with the best of intentions.

If Hirudinea was in the room, she would have wrung Sejanus's neck out by now.

Mrs. Plinth grabbed onto her son's shoulders. "Sejanus please, don't say that. You have school and-"

"None of it matters if we're not in a home where Dinea and the baby are loved."

"But you’re loved here"

"Not by him!"

Sejanus smiled softly. "It's okay, Ma, I love her and she loves me. It's all we need. We'll be fine."

Mrs. Plinth turned to her husband. "Strabo, I'm begging you. It doesn't have to be like this."

Though he tried to look tough, Strabo didn't want his son to leave. He loved Sejanus, even if he didn't always show it the right way.

He realized reluctantly that he would have to find a way to deal with this.

It wasn't so bad after all; his grandchild was to be mothered by a Snow, one of the oldest, most respectable families in Panem.

It wasn't like Hirudinea was some random girl.

He thought long and hard and decided this wasn't bad at all.

It was amazing!

It was the start of a new era for the Plinth family, where they would receive more respect from the people of the Capitol.

This could work.

Back in the dining room, the extremely muffled voices of father and son could be heard engaged in an intense argument. The only other sound in the room was Grandma'am's wails of despair. Tigris held the old woman, who dramatically sought to sink to the floor.

Hirudinea rolled her eyes at the display.

"How long have you known?!" Coriolanus asked; the anger was evident in his voice.

"A few days," Hirudinea shrugged.

She knew her family would make a big deal out of it.

"You've known for days, and you didn't tell anyone? You didn't tell me?" Tigris gasped sadly.

Tigris had been there for Hirudinea since she was a baby; she held her sister's hand when the younger girl took her first steps, taught her sister how to read, ushered her through the scare of her first period.

Hirudinea shrugged, swirling the drink in her glass with a bored expression, "We're telling you now."

Coriolanus rose and slammed his hands down on the table. He had been annoyed with Hirudinea before, and he had disliked her actions before, but he never thought he'd come to be disgusted by her.

"How dare you, Dinea! How could you do this with him?" Coriolanus whispered the last part through gritted teeth. Hirudinea Snow, the most arrogant and stuck-up bitch he knew, knocked up by a boy from District 2 and proud?

"Do you even know how this reflects on all of us, you stupid fucking slut?!" Coriolanus yelled.

Tigris, on the other hand, wasn't angry, just disappointed. Raising kids wasn't easy; she would know, she raised two. The disappointment only grew when she remembered—

"We're finished!" Grandma'am cried. "Oh, you've ruined us, Hirudinea."

"Grandma'am, please," Tigris tried to console her grandmother to no avail.

"We'll never be able to show our faces again. The whole Capitol will know that my Hirudinea spread her legs for some filthy District boy!"

Tigris tried to shush the old woman, not wanting to offend their hosts.

"How could you do this to poor Hilarius? After all he's done for us," Grandma'am wept.

Hirudinea laughed. "Hilarius? I might as well tell you now, Hilarius and I haven't been together for ages. I've been lying for months."

Grandma'am nearly keeled over at the news.

Hirudinea continued, "All those pretty gifts were courtesy of Sejanus Plinth and how much he loves fucking me—"

Grandma'am rose and pointed a harsh finger. "Bite your tongue, you dirty little whore."

Hirudinea shook her head in exasperation, "Oh, please," she brushed off the insult.

Coriolanus wished he had the presence of mind to be happy his cousin was finally being reprimanded by the matriarch, but he was just sooo mad.

What was Dinea thinking?

As much as he tried not to, he could imagine it, Hirudinea under Sejanus, begging for his cum.

He wanted to throw up.

"This is too far, even for you," he seethed "I always knew you were a cheap skank but if-"

The door opened, and the dining room fell back to silence as the Plinths returned.

The Snows composed themselves as to not show weakness in front of their lessers.

As everyone took their seats, Sejanus brought Hirudinea's hand to his lips and placed a reassuring kiss there.

"My apologies for the way I left the room," Strabo said. "My shock outweighed my judgment. I should have been more thoughtful at this trying time."

"It's quite alright, sir." Hirudinea said.

The rest of her family maintained tight faces, adding to the tense environment in the room.

It was obvious they were displeased with the situation they had found themselves.

"Have you two discussed things yet?" Mrs. Plinth asked trying to lighten the mood. "What doctor you'll be seeing? Your prenatal vitamins?"

Hirudinea gave an innocent smile. "Oh, I already take vitamins. Vitamin C in the morning and vitamin D at night."

All the adults and Coriolanus stared in disbelief.

This was not someone ready to have a baby.

Tigris buried her head in her hands and let out a quiet sob.

Hirudinea knew how stupid she sounded but needed to look incompetent for her plan to work.

Mrs. Plinth and Strabo shared a look.

He nodded to his wife before speaking, "We understand that pregnancy isn't easy and things don't get easier when the baby comes, so to alleviate the burden on your family, why don't you come live here with us, Hirudinea?" Strabo offered.

Sejanus smiled hopefully, "We'll take care of you, sweetheart. I'll be here the whole time, and we'll go to doctor's visits together and make the nursery." He was already dreaming of what came next.

Hirudinea knew she wouldn't be caught dead covered in paint, building a nursery. That's what Avoxes are for. But she kissed him softly, playing up the love-dumb-girl act for his family.

Mrs. Plinth clasped her hands at the loving display.

Hirudinea wouldn’t mind living with the Plinths, although they irritated her with their strange mannerisms, their home had become a welcome getaway from her problems.

And by now, the servants along with Mrs Plinth and Sejanus were used to serving her hand and foot.

It would also help with keeping her hidden away before she announced the pregnancy to her classmates. She didn’t doubt that when she stopped showing up to school, her next floor neighbour, Arachne, would be at the penthouse door searching for answers.

Hirudinea looked at her lap like she was thinking before releasing a sigh and responding, "Thank you for your offer, Mr. Plinth. I would love to stay with your family and be close to Sejanus, but there's so much I'm needed for at home. Business has been going well, but there are still so many expenses and taxes. We're keeping up, but we all need to pull our weight."

The other Snows exchanged looks. Business wasn't going well, in fact, there was no business at all, and they definitely weren't keeping up with expenses.

"We would be happy to provide a stipend to make this period easier on you," Strabo said. "And also to sincerely apologize to the Snow family for this entire situation"

He was ecstatic to get his moment to show the Snows that his family would be more than adequate in caring for Hirudinea's needs. And since she was a girl of such good breeding, he would go all out.

He pulled out a small notepad and began jotting down some numbers. When he finished, he slid the page across to the pregnant girl.

"Will this amount suffice for each month?" He asked.

She took it and positioned the paper between herself and Coriolanus.

The blonde boy had to stop himself from choking when he saw the number of zeros on the page. Hirudinea was taken aback too; this was way more than she was expecting. Not only would they be able to pay off the penthouse in a couple of months, but they could also afford new furniture and still have enough to send Coriolanus to university.

Grandma'am spoke first, "No amount-"

Tigris reacted quickly, taking the old woman's hands and gently but forcefully leading her out of the room.

"Yes" Coriolanus spoke up, "It will be sufficient"

Hirudinea almost laughed. It was funny how quick Coriolanus was to sell her body out for the right price.

"You're really willing to do this for Sej and I, Mr. and Mrs. Plinth?" The girl asked, excited.

"We're all going to be family soon, Dinea. It's what we do," Mrs. Plinth gave a warm smile.

"Thank you so much! Sej and I will be eternally grateful for this." She hugged Sejanus, who gladly received her.

Mrs. Plinth continued, "And call me Ma; your little one will be calling you that soon, too."

Hirudinea's smile falters for a millisecond, and only Coriolanus seems to take notice of it.

It was then that the reality of what had just happened hit him.

He would go to university, Grandma'am would be taken care of, the apartment and taxes wouldn't be a drain, and Tigris would get to focus on herself for once.

By becoming pregnant with Sejanus's child, Hirudinea had saved her family from further ruin.

Coriolanus's anger faded and was replaced by something else,

Respect, maybe?

"Everything will be okay, baby. We're going to be a family," Sejanus whispered to Hirudinea, placing a hand on her stomach.

Strabo lifts his glass,

"A toast, to the expecting parents and to future collaborations between the Snow and Plinth families,…and maybe even to a wedding someday soon?"

Coriolanus hadn't said much before leaving.

He congratulated Hirudinea and Sejanus and gave his cousin one last knowing nod, which she returned.

He stalked off to the car that was called for them; escorting Grandma'am away before she could disown her youngest granddaughter, who, unknown to her, was the family's saving grace.

Tigris lingered, conflicted with her emotions.

"Dinea," she called to her little sister who stood at her side near the car, "You know... I saw you a few months ago with the needle and the you-know-whats"

'Shit, how didn't I notice her? That fucking door!"

Hirudinea looked around, making sure the Plinths were far away.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sis," Hirudinea denied.

"I just don't understand why you did this."

The mother-to-be didn't like that one bit; how could her sister be confused about her motives?

"Isn't it obvious, Tigris? I wanted to do what you and Corio do. I wanted to help the family for once instead of always just taking."

"By attaching yourself to these nice people and using them? This isn't the way to do it—"

"So it's okay when you open your legs for a loaf of bread, but it's wrong when I do it to ensure our future?"

Hirudinea never liked hurting Tigris, but she was cornered.

She was always a bad sport.

"That's not— I just—Is it at least his baby?"

Tigris felt the need to ask. If her little sister could force a baby onto Sejanus, then what else could she do?

"Whatever baby I have will be Sejanus's child," Hirudinea stated.

That told Tigris everything she needed to know.

Her sister was fully content to use the poor boy to any end.

"Dinea," Sejanus said, walking up to them.

Hirudinea gave Tigris a look that said 'keep what you know to yourself,' before turning to smile at her boyfriend lovingly.

"It's been a long night; you should get some rest," Sejanus said with a big smile.

He'd been overjoyed since his father brought up marriage and she had to hold herself back from rolling her eyes.

She had no intention of tying herself to the Plinth's any further than with the baby.

"Yes, you're right, darling. I do feel a bit worn out. It must be the baby."

Sejanus placed a kiss on her lips. It was gentle and reminded Hirudinea of the one they shared when he'd walked her home that night, not so long ago.

Tigris sadly said her goodbyes and rushed to the vehicle.

As the car drove away, Tigris looked back one more time as Sejanus and Hirudinea walked past the doorway of the house.

The scene before her was of a boy head-over-heels in love with his pregnant girlfriend and the leech that would drain him without a second thought.

"I love you" Sejanus told his girlfriend tenderly as they headed for his bedroom, she was familiar with the route at this point.

A room had been prepared for her, but it was just out of courtesy, as Mr and Mrs Plinth knew the couple would be sleeping in the same bed. It didn’t matter anyhow, their son had already gotten her pregnant.

Hirudinea looked around at the gaudy splendour of the Plinth home and all the things she would enjoy from now on; all the things her child may one day inherit if she plays her cards right.

She would have to redecorate eventually, but for now she was content.

Feeling euphoric, as she had accomplished her goals, for the first time Hirudinea said words she never in her life thought she would:

"I love you too, Sejanus"

Please send asks about your thoughts on this relationship. I would love to know what you guys think about this whole dynamic, including their families.

Please like and reblog, if you feel like. Your feedback and interactions keeps me motivated XO

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tin-can-iron-man · 2 months ago

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So, as has been clear for a while on this blog, I bought baldurs gate 3 in January of this year, after playing for a few days and falling completely in love with the game, I insisted my wife (the lovely hilarious beautiful etc etc @the-faultofdaedalus) also buy bg3 so that she can experience it and we can play together. (let it be known: we HAVE gone through the entire time at LEAST once before)

today, we were going back and forth between playing bg3 and watching shows the other hasn't seen before, recently I decided that I should show her a TV show that was near and dear to me in my childhood: My Name Is Earl.

having baldurs gate fresh on our minds whilst watching the show led us to making the joke (and. it was a joke, we've even made similar jokes about other shows such as Leverage before) that if Earl Hickey was a DND character, he would be a Paladin.

That is all context for what you are all about to see:

I would say I'm sorry, but then I would be lying...

"but Tin-Can-Iron-Man!" I hear you shout (my friends call me Deo btw) "I see you're playing this save file with your wife! Who is she playing as?"

Randy Hickey (Bard), obviously

(this is the only good shot that I have of that character model)

Earl is an oath of devotion paladin, but only because oath of redemption isn't available, meanwhile we only just played through the prologue, so Randys subclass hasn't been decided just yet.

We're not sure yet if this is just the DND versions of earl and randy or if they've been isekaied to faerun. either option is hilarious, so we'll probably just go back and forth between which one.

Well, anyway...

you know the kind of guy who does nothing but bad things and then wonders why his life sucks?

well, that was me. Every time something good happened to me, something bad was always waiting around the corner: karma

That's when I realized that I had to change.

I'm just trying to be a better person.

My name is Earl.

#*getting dragged away to internet jail* I'M NOT SOOOORRRRYYYYYY!!! NOT ONE BIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #my name is earl #we only played a little part because this was an impulse decision we did late at night #but when we play more maybe I'll consider posting screenshots #anyways this is going to end one way: earl j hickey chosen of karma #listen I know theres a bunch of different gods and stuff in faerun that do the whole justice and law stuff #but nah its just Karma. Lady Karma. Somehow this works

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vivi-the-goblin · 11 months ago

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Over halfway done with 5e. Not going to let WotC put a permanently unfinished series on my page, so this has turned more into a last walk to get my character ideas and design thoughts out before moving on. Btw I AM still making monsters, they're just going to be part of larger encounter videos like the last one. If you want to see a particular monster used or have some variant of it made, I'm open to suggestions!

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Paladins are hard for me just because I HATE what they've done with oaths. What they did was remove alignment from the game, then basically give paladins thier own mini-alignment without any nuance. but with fewer and worse words. "You don't have to be lawful good we swear! you just have to follow this strict set of laws that're usually good or lose your power, and all flavor text will insist you're good!" Oddly enough, that is FAR more rigid than anything they were trying to replace, because you're bound to 3 specific rules instead of the tone of a god you chose. But whatever, WotC's solution to paladin alignment was just haphazardly ripping out random chunks of the problem, who would've guessed. My solution to this is to just make PERSONAL oaths. You make your character, and you make ironclad ideals that they strive for. ones that fit with whatever you've flavored the subclass as of course. and then have THOSE dictate your course. That little bit of nuance is a good compromise if we're going the self-made laws middleground.

Personally I think the paladin needs at least SOME law to follow. They literally get thier power by following a moral code, be it thier own or someone else's, so strongly that they manifest power. Or they operate like a warlock with a less binding contract. But I actually love adding narrative weight to mechanics. It gives the choices MEANING. Here's an example- Once we were stuck, an orcish army approaching but our concerns more focused on the lich nearby. As long as he and his necromancers lived, we lost no matter how the war went. Sadly I had spread bubonic plague through the black market slavers, and in doing so accidentally killed all the DM's info brokers and ways for us to find them. When he offered us someone who could speak to the gods, he mentioned that the closer the god was to this case the more info they'd have. We knew we had to butter him up though. but our group had a paladin, monk, druid, and cleric. this wasn't going to be easy. We made the decision to...ask the paladin to leave. Those of us remaining did something horrific in the eyes of the gods. We tricked people into cannabalism of a diseased corpse of someone they knew, while drunkenly cheering orcus's name. We got the info, but there was a cost. As a druid, I only had to argue partial neutrality. As this action was horrible but ultimately to prevent the collapse of the kingdom, I was able to argue I was not Chaotic Evil, merely neutral evil. The paladin escaped judgement. The monk had to go on a journey of self reflection to regain neutrality.

The cleric had to argue his case before the gods that this was the only way to prevent a greater evil. He eventually was bound in service to the king for repentance, but power restored. For all its faults, THAT is what alignment being bound to a class can do. That wouldn't have had the weight if it was just his standing amongst the local church. He was arguing for his soul and his class levels, narrative and mechanical stakes together. I see the oaths as a half-way point to that, but with far less narrative value and far too rigid in being 3 specific rules for the whole subclass. It's a worst of both worlds. but I think at least picking the rules you're sworn to is a nice patch to all that.

#dnd 5e #youtube #5e d&d #dnd #paladin #Youtube

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amelias-zelda-calamity-quintet · 5 months ago

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Alright, I think that's about as good as it's gonna get! So here's MoaH Link's character sheet at roughly the start of book 1. Mostly. Character background is a spoiler at the moment, so y'all will just have to make your best guesses around the custom nonsense I've got in here too. These are reference sheets for a book though, I am not aiming for these to be actual balanced 5e characters. Which is why they all are going to have custom hybrid subclasses. Link's Hero Archetype is a hybrid of the Champion and Battle Master subclasses. Will also hopefully be able to update this with newer art sooner or later.

As some design notes:

Yes, I know he's got high Wisdom and that's Zelda's thing, but this is game mechanic clashes. Per D&D mechanics, MoaH Link would be high WIS, MoaH Zelda would be high INT. He's not booksmart but he is incredibly perceptive (some personal exceptions). Good immediate puzzle solver, not a long term thinker/history guy beyond like, stories.

While Link does in some games use heavy weapons, he is largely not depicted as physically strong, so DEX Fighter it is. Shortsword for finesse for now.

It's Link Sayre because it was Zelda Sayre before she was Zelda Fitzgerald and if we're gonna do Zelink stuff, he's the one who'd have the maiden name.

Tradesman's Tunic is the item name I have for the outfit he's wearing in the picture. The Hero costume or the Formal Hero Outfit is the name I have for the costume Zelda has him wear while he's pretending to be the Hero.

Using Tasha rules for racial bonuses, +2 DEX, +1 WIS, Standard array. Also I'm doing starting bonus feats because it's fun.

I will be making more of these so let me know if there's anyone in the MoaH cast you'd like to see. I only have very old art for Zelda and I believe Ambrose, but if y'all don't mind the older art/no art, I will happily get those out.

#markofahero #legend of zelda #fanfic writing #fanfic #zelda #loz: original legends #zelda fanfiction #zelda fandom #dnd #d&d #d&d 5e

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emmebearpaw · 7 months ago

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This just in. At this rate I doubt I'm ever going to finish my OC smut fic so guess who's just going to post the unfinished thing instead of making it rot in my literal notes app forever. Anyways uh. Is it proof read. No. Did I stop, 1 paragraph into the actual make out scene. Anyways I guess it's context time. Which will be above the cut. Congrats it got too long I put it below cut. Because if you follow me I'm going to make you read about my little fuckers. I have more, I could make you read about all of them. You learn about 2. Fic will contain: vampirism, lead up to public sex (they were going to be fucking in the woods!). And also someone's first time writing smut. Please stick around. Also, the one comment I got on a very early version of some of this is that Atsuko doesn’t sound very interested. They are. I promise they are, they are just also a nerd who was initially hoping to not enter a state of brain shut down due to lack of blood because they wanted to write. This is not safe or sane but it is consensual.

Anyways let's start with the info they both share: They are both nebulous TTRPG OCs now, they have been dragged through about 5 universes (starting with an original universe that was very Shintoism inspired, hence the Japanese names) at this point but now they are in, some sort of DND-ish type fantasy world. No I am not playing them, I am not playing any TTRPGs because I don't have a group (like half my friends are in one but they don't need/want more players) and I have roleplay anxiety. Anyways, moving on to their individual Qualities. Atsuko (They/them): Elven wizard, likely Order of Scribes if talking DnD subclass. Approximate human age would be like, mid to late 20s? Maybe early 30s. Probably like, 5'9. They are really more of a researcher than a combatant but hey, magic is also a large interest of theirs and thus cast fireball. They have been working on creating as comprehensive an encyclopedia on religions as they can. They believe that in order to choose a religion, one should be able to compare the options, know what they believe, structure, holidays, symbols good and bad. They couldn't find one. They are on a fucking odyssey to decide if they are religious or not. Atsuko is interested in finding out if they are because their mother finds significant comfort in faith for dealing with the fucking bloodline curse the rest of the family is afflicted with. "Wait what bloodline curse" Watch me make up lore. Yeah so like, a portal to the feywild can be made anywhere the energy is right. This is usually places like, a forest, a hill, in a circle of mushrooms, etc. Fey also thrive best in these areas, hence why fey are not diffuse, but instead congregated around portals. Nothing stops people from having the correct energy(tm) make up to be a fey portal. However, the creation of a fey portal in a person (which occurs usually before age 1 ish when a person starts to gain a personality), usually results in their soul pulled through it the next time they sleep, which results in a small portion of SIDS cases throughout this magical world. Elves don't sleep. Which mean they often live. However, Elves with Portal-itis (i did not come up with a name) are still, you know, fucking Fey portals, and thus they are just in uh, elevated amounts of Fey danger for their entire lifespan. This usually results in them inevitably getting fucked over by a fey in the normal ways you've probably heard of (loss of their identity/soul, murder, the works). Yeah this is genetic. Congrats Atsuko's mother for being the one person in the family to dodge it. So Atsuko spent most of their childhood basically stuck inside of their mostly fey proofed house with their grandma and uncle. So that sucks. Anyways, Atsuko was bored out of their fucking mind, because like, you run out of books eventually, and managed to make themself a semi decent contract with a fey named Chiyo. In exchange for Atsuko giving Chiyo the life force energy they need to live (and like, regular food and shelter), Chiyo would help plug the portal, basically stake a claim on Atsuko so other fey don't bother. Other great features: been anemic for decades. yada yada eventually Atsuko started wandering. Anyways this was way longer than I intended. Look at Human!Atsuko, thanks picrew.

Chiyo: She/her: Fey, her class is fucking bite you I guess, she's active in combat but is not really a class. Because she's Atsuko's "familiar". Chiyo is uh, nebulous kind of fey. I don't know what she is, I made it up. She has various abilities, she can shapeshift, she needs to eat life force energy found in human bodily fluids, she has doll joints. She can also taste human emotions as flavor. This is her fey brain’s best way to understand emotion. I do have a lot of emotions mapped onto flavors for her (she describes Atsuko as tasting bad. Atsuko there tastes like blueberries and oregano). She usually is in the form of a fox somewhere between a red fox and fennec fox, or a human gijinka to anthro (yeah atsuko is a furry dw) of that form. Atsuko has been passing this fey off as their familiar for, so long, which is why she's usually a fox form. Anyways her backstory is she super got run out of the feywild for unclear reasons and basically had to make a deal or die. The two are now in a normal relationship: married and having sex but neither have the emotional intelligence to realize they are in love. I've never made a good depiction of Chiyo and her design has gotten harder to picrew so please close your eyes and imagine. A golden and white fox, turned into a slightly uncanny humanoid doll. Hollow, you can see strings in the joints. Can reduce the animal features, can not transform into a non-doll humanoid, the doll features will remain. This is my best picrew.

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It was a few hours into night watch when Chiyo decided to begin the pacing. Hopping down from whatever person way blessed with the unlucky gift of the disguised fey deciding to make them their pillow for the night and just. Pacing. It was sort of fun in a way. Sitting by the fire. Watching her squirm. Enjoying a few more minutes of your lucidity before the hunger saw time take your feather right from your hands. If there wasn’t more reason to be thankful you didn’t have to sleep. Though you suppose you wouldn’t be in this mess if you did.

You’d be long dead after all. Taken by something else as its delicious reward.

Your false familiar whines as she licks your wrist. You may have chosen your beast but well. You don’t make a deal with a fey without a few concessions. Your head rushes as always as you quietly pace away from the low fire. Chiyo’s small paws scamper alongside you, racing you out of camp and into the night air.

You were barely 30 feet out of camp before the sounds of snapping were unbearable. You asked for her to transform before she fed off you, of course, but the noise. The noise the noise. If her bones weren’t already morphing you would break her bones for her. Crush them to dust and-

“You probably shouldn’t transform this close to everyone else. It’ll be a pain if they wake up.” Your mouth says without you. You are thinking of blood.

The fox-doll sniggered as her vocal cords reformed, and when the creature was satisfied teased: “What? Worried about your friends getting jealllouss??”

“I’m worried about us both getting blown up by whatever spell they decide to aim at the entity, covered in blood, pinning their acquaintance to a tree.”

“You’re no fun”

“And yet you’re the one who led me out of camp instead of just pouncing.”

“Because I respect your taste” A bone snaps into a new place. The spine was always loud. “Even if I think it would be more exciting if it wasn’t just u-“

“Breach of contract.” You take off your coat. The night air is cold against your exposed neck.

“Yeah okay okayyyyy. I get it. No feeding on anyone else. But what if they just wat-“

“Are you hungry or not?” You press your back against a steady tree and sit, in case you feel unsteady in the minutes to come.

You looked down at what was once your false fox, body shifted and morphed into a bipedal form. Her fangs still as sharp as ever, and ears just as big and yet. Well, there was certainly a reason you advised her to not take humanoid form in town. The holes in her joints were obvious, revealing the long spindly strings that seemed to make up her insides. Allowed her segmented fingers to reach up and brush the hair away from your mouth, lingering just a moment to long as she looked up to you. Face close enough you could smell the sweetness of her breath.

“May I bite you now?” She asked. You knew she had to. You tried to play with it once. See when your loyal companion would pounce without command.

Well trained dogs need a reason to— “bite me”.

The “t” had hardly graced your lips before she latched to your neck like a wolf after its prey.

The first wave of blood to leave your veins always made your head spin the most. It wasn’t as if you ever did anything to dull the pain and Chiyo’s teeth were just as sharp as she always kept them.

Your head was definitely pounding more than normal tonight though. You panted, breathing in the smell of your iron before asking, “Are you charming me again?”

If she had ever bothered to answer that, you had never been conscious enough to hear her response to that question.

The facsimile gasped for air. Its pale velvet face sullied by the dribbling blood as you winced once more. Neck raw and warm and wet and—

She had definitely charmed you. Your heart was pounding as your blood ran thin once again. With a moan— a sigh, with a sigh you close your eyes. This was moving frankly too fast. As much as the thought of her excited you, now wasn’t the time. New thought, new thought… ah yes. You were working on compiling your notes before this. You had managed to sample various common foods eaten during the autumn lunar festival of—

Her hands running along your back snapped you out of a thought on the ceremonial purpose of spiced rice dough. Fangs dislodging for a moment as she looked you in the eyes to state, “Stop thinking about lunar cycles or whatever. You taste like shit.”

“I’m thinking about the symbolism of colors in the dough from the other day actually.”

The doll laughed at you, joints creaking ever so slightly as she separates from you, “Fascinating topic. You can tell me all about it after I’m finished sucking you dry?”

A slight “Mmm…” was your form of a whine as her heat left the crook of your neck, once your brain managed to find words once more you responded: “Don’t eat too much again, please?” A please is polite. A please can help to paper over the shudder in your body as she reaches forward to collect a drop of blood from your neck with those fingers.

“But I’m still hungryyyy” she whined. Eyes seemingly warbling. “You would deny your loyal companion a full meal? Hmm. What would we call that? Ohh, right. A breach, of, con-tract.” Her fingers walked across, dancing around the sensitive spot as you two had done so many times before.

“I wasn’t saying you can’t eat more. I was trying to tell you that you could have a bit more? I’m just—” You shake your head, just skip to the explanation rather than the correction. “I need to be able to stand up without falling this time.”

“Well. I think I’m hungrier than just a little more.” Your face is so warm. “If you want my little ol’ stomach filled without me drinking more… we can always—“ She flicks her tongue. If only if only if only-

“They’d hear us you know.” You two were, what, 60 feet from camp? As much as you felt the air get ever colder against your warmer, warmer, warmer skin… “We can try and find a better spot.” You proposed. Surely there had to be another spot than the one you scouted while gathering firewood, further away, line of sight.

“So the only reason we can’t have fun is your worried about screaming?”

…when she put it like that…

“I— yes? That’s the only concern. Really we can just move and—“ you were scooped up by the arms by your small fox, her shiny porcelain skin scratching against the tree as she dragged you to your feet against it. You looked down to your Chiyo, running your fingers along the fur of her ears to keep your mind off the snap and stretch of the bones you were sat upon.

The fox licked her lips as the leg you sat upon seemed to settle, morphed to allow you to straddle it comfortably and yet… from this distance you could see all the tiny joints that ran through her face, your finger fluttering through her hair as you lean into the moment.

Then you blink. “I thought you wanted to have sex?” You vaguely gesture at, the both of you. You were both as clothed as you normally were (which, admittedly for Chiyo was rather sparse due to the whole shape shifting thing), and, well, “Figured you were going to eat me out.”

She shifted closer, pinning you against the tree as her lips nearly brushed against yours, her sudden motion pressing against

She shifted closer, moving away from your grasp on her with a slight roll of the hip, her knee pressing up into you as you respond with a simple “Ohh-hh”

She snickered at the way your breath hitched with so little, “Awww, we’ve barely even started and you’re already making noise…” she trailed off, pulling at the waist of your trousers with an inquisitive look before asking “I thought you said we couldn’t have sex unless it was quiet. Besides, how am I gonna stop you from waking everyone up if I’m down there?”

You sighed as you rose to your toes to pull your pants off, shuffling them off one leg at a time in the downbeat. Your heart pounding as it tried to get your head the blood enough blood to not tip over as you pulled the second leg off. An arm quickly grabbed at you, as if she was jealous the earth may try to claim your lust before she could if you fell. You fumbled for a moment, words stuck on your tongue, and yet, before you could even form the words she answered, “I can always charm you to keep you upright too, if that’s what that silly lil brain of yours is trying to ask.”

(Eyes sparkle with a “holy shit I love you” sort of energy)

“I thought you already charmed me?”

She laughs at you. “I knew you were into it but, sheesh, you got wet so fast you thought it was magic?” Try to retort, she presses a finger to your lips and asks if you want her to charm you, you say not immediately but yes. “Can I kiss you?” You nod and she once again launches forward and suck suck

————— Chiyo told you once that the taste in her mouth was similar to a “blue berry”. The sweet tinge of her tongue mixing with yours. The sour that mixed in as she nipped on your lip before stopping your squeak with her tongue once more.

#my post #my work #oc tag #atsuko #chiyo

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servampaddict · 2 years ago

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A random theory for u all

i've seen lots of posts lately about how kuro's name was Adam and it has something to do with the story of Adam and eve (at least I think so) I'm not religious but I do know about Adam and eve so this is a random theory based on my little knowledge about it (please let me know if anything about Adam and eve is wrong I will fix it) So when mahiru sees kuro's memories it shows his conversation with hugh and how his job is to pursue immortality.

I never really understood what he meant by that. Because the servamps are immortal so how can they pursue something they already have. So Adam and eve are supposed to be together right? What if the count got the idea of an eve by knowing kuro's name? I think that the count/hugh didn't mean pursuing immortality for themselves but for their eves or others. They can do that for the subclasses but they never could get their eves to live forever. The count also said after kuro has woken up they hr wasn't perfect yet. I wonder if his way of perfection is to make them able to make there eves immortal the ones they should care for the most. So basically to try and clear this up. The name for a servamps master has to do with kuro's real name. The vamps need to "pursue" immortality for others and the count wanted to make them perfect by making them be able to live alongside there eves forever or give them the ability to reincarnate (which I think is similar to Adam and eve except they couldn't live forever I think) Of course this was is all just a theory, I also haven't listened to hellokittyvampire reading of the chapter yet so this could be completely wrong which is very x10000000000 ect likely. I kinda came up with this on a wim so I hope it makes since. This is kinda side tracked but I wonder if that was all of kuro's battle or if there is more. Personally I think that their will be more ,but not with the demon, maybe we will see more of kuro's memories maybe of when he is alive? What do u guys think?

(side note. I haven't checked my dash board yet so this probably has already been proven wrong if so pls let me know)

#servamp #servamp kuro #servamp mahiru #a random thought #this is wrong

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evish-rambles · 3 months ago

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So I decided just to make a new blog aksfjkaghkslfaf. n e way this is a spot for me to basically just turn my voices time (technical term for talking to yourself in/about character) into something i can actually look back on. I expect my posts could range anywhere from single sentence concepts all the way to like,, paragraphs upon paragraphs of nonsense. Horray!!

My tagging system may evolve overtime but as of right now; "oc: [name]" is used for my characters, "foc: [name]" is for my friends characters, and "npc: [name]" will be used for npcs of any campaign. "character into" is for if i actually decide to write up intros for my losers (I may do some quick synopses? if so they'll be under the cut <3), "fic ideas" is pretty self explanatory, and any aus will be tagged, ex. "band au" "evil au" etc. If i come up with anything else i'll probably add it here!! I fully expect this blog to be more well tagged than my main aklsfgaslkhf

alright! settle in for chaos >:)

Basic Character Intros!! Wahoo!! I'm gonna list em in chronological order of when I made them. Race, Class and Subclass, age, a song i feel fits them best, and a brief backstory rundown will all be given.

DnD PC's

Zezrina Frear (She/Her)

Drow, College of Spirits Bard

227 (equivalent of 25)

The Mariners Revenge Song by The Decemberists

Has a power where she can talk to ghosts who tell her the future, inherited from her mother who was driven insane by visions of Zez's death. Her mother then died under mysterious circumstances and Zez ran from her family to try and figure out what actually happened.

Imagine if you fused the Madrigal family from Encanto with Luke and May Castellan from Percy Jackson.

Vildanna Cadieux (She/Her)

Half-Elf/Hexblood, Shadow Sorcerer

What The World Needs from Ride The Cyclone

Orphaned daughter of an attempted coup, Vildanna believes she alone knows right from wrong. She believes truly that good people (her) do only good things, and bad people (anyone who opposes her) do only bad things. This is complicated somewhat by the fact that shes the character I play for Curse of Strahd :)

She also has a litte rat dog named Syvestre, have you ever seen the "nightime pee artist" meme? that.

Kezarel Riverseeker (She/Her)

Human, Necromancy Wizard

High (Keep Up) by Bo Baskoro

As the middle of 7 in a prominent Waterdhavian noble house, Kez knows that unless she can prove herself she'll be forced into a political marriage. Her chosen path is to become a Court Mage for her family, an educator and protector. She protects her self by mimicking the behavior of her mother, who is... not a great person.

General Nizira Votsky (He/Him)

Reborn Half-Orc, Vengeance Paladin

Just A Man from EPIC: The Musical

After a long life in the military Nizira settled down with his adopted son Alexi. This was interrupted when people broke into his home, killed him, and kidnapped Alexi. With his dying breath Nizira swore vengeance and was reborn as basically a wraith, his hunger for violence is the only thing keeping him alive.

Arda Pendragon (He/Him)

Aasimar, Mutant Bloodhunter

Reaper Man by Mother Mother

An ex-noble who got kicked out for being too gay!! Arda fell in love with a man who lived in the woods outside his town who was executed for "crimes against the throne". Now he drifts through life seeking any carnal pleasure to distract himself from the loss.

His father is an Angel and also his angelic guide, which makes for some interesting conversations.

Weary aka Lavender Farmane (She/It)

Teifling, Gunslinger Fighter

Mr. Capgras Encounters a Second Hand Vanity... by Will Wood and the Tapeworms

Oh the TMA hyperfixation hit me hard here. A simple kid from a farming village comes home one day to find her sister June replaced by someone else, even worse; shes the only one who seems to notice. Over the next 3 years Weary is slowly driven to the brink of madness, eventually leading to her using her inventive mind to create a firearm and "kill" the thing that isn't June. Naturally she's sent to a psych ward which she manages to escape from. Now shes on the run from the law, ever vigilant to anyone else who seems to change.

Ivy "Venus" Allium (She/Her)

Firbolg, Knowledge Cleric

26 (19)

Dear Wormwood by The Oh Hellos

Valas Diril Hylinn (He/Him)

Drow, Battlemaster Fighter

412 (41)

Layin' Pipe by David Wilcox

Amze Sankrat (She/They/It)

Shifter, Gloomstalker Ranger

Fire by Kimya Dawson

Wyvern Maradil aka Lucien Clement Hargreaves (He/They)

Dhampir, Hexblade Warlock

257 (25)

I Am by Foot Ox

Azalea Ito (She/Her)

Water Genasi, Mercy Monk

My Smile is Extinct by Kane Strang

Casimir Belladonna (She/He)

Aasimar, Zealot Barbarian

Soap by Penelope Scott

Aria Novri (She/Her)

Changeling, Aberrant Mind Sorcerer

Mary by Alex G

Maximillian Fabron (They/He)

Goliath, Drake Warden Ranger

Liar by Queen

Dogma aka Ephraim Olach (They/Them)

Reborn Teifling, Undead Warlock Crown Paladin

The Weight by Amigo The Devil

Wisteria Bancroft (She/Her)

Warforged, Bladesinger Wizard

Marie Douceur Marie Colère by Marie Lafôret

Pollux Verrum-Sinclair (She/They)

Air Genasi, Armorer Artificer

Chip On My Shoulder from Legally Blonde The Musical

Verity Goodheart (She/Her)

Satyr, Eloquence Bard

Bugbear by Chloe Moriondo

Oscar Larke aka Valentine (He/Him)

Dhampir, Glamour Bard Soulknife Rogue

Remember My Name by Mitski

Michaelangelo Yelquinal (He/Him)

High Elf, Spores Druid

204 (20)

Freedom! '90 by George Michael

Muse Lavesque (She/Her)

Teifling, Profane Soul Bloodhunter

Looking Forward from Steven Universe: Future

Wickland Thorpe (He/Him)

Fire Genasi, Whispers Bard Swashbuckler Rogue

Truth Or Dare by Ricky Montgomery

Prudence (She/Her)

Warforged, Conquest Paladin

(unknown)

SPIT IN MY FACE! by ThxSoMch

Lance Mahoney aka Violet (He/Him)

Yuan-Ti, Feywanderer Ranger

Keep You Safe by The Crane Wives

Non-DnD Characters

Phoebe Lane (She/Her) - Monsterhearts 2

The Fey

Not Your Seed from The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

Calithe aka Nightwave (She/Her) - Masks

The Outsider

Dare To Be Stupid by "Weird Al" Yankovic

Selene Duskrith (She/They) - BG3

Drow, Moon Druid

267 (26)

Sylvia by Autoheart

Calliope Schaefer (She/They) - Kids on Brooms

Charismatic Slacker

What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish

DnD NPC's

Kazius Absinthe Valcod (He/Any Pronouns)

Teifling, Wizard

~1100 (28)

Lavender by Two Door Cinema Club

Cecilia (She/Her)

Reborn, Gunslinger Fighter

Bury Me Face Down by Grandson

Ovid (He/Him)

Disgraced God

(unknown)

Sonne by Rammestein

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anonomi · 16 days ago

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About

I figure I should make an intro post its self since it's more accessible, but for further detail about me you check the about tab on my blog.

So, hello ^^ I am Anonomy, I actually go by a lot but my main name is Anonomy. I'm older than 18 (that's all you need 2 know ^^). Aroace and bigender. I have GAD (+selective mutism) and have some situational depression.

I've been into TF2 for about 9 years and have around 5-6k hours (and counting!). Timezone is around PH so if you want to play HMU, I am often busy but I always have room for a round or two. Or if you just want a little chat, that's fine too. My other interests aside from tf2 range from valve games, horror, cosmic horror and sci-fi/fantasy, aliens, the ocean, psychology, SPYFI, I LOVE SPYFI my favourite character ever is SPY TF2

He/him + She/her, please no they/them for me unless you didn't know beforehand.

This is my blog so I do blog things.

I'm into TF2 as a WHOLE. That includes the spyfi 1960s setting, the surrounding lore, the characters, the gameplay, and pretty much EVERYTHING about it. I don't exagerrate when I say I'm crazy about tf2. I play the game very extensively and know a lot of niche mechanics, so if you need advice or tips on tf2 itself you can just ask, I love helping other players. My area of expertise is mainly engineer, medic, and pyro, but I've enjoyed plenty of other classes and subclasses.

Tags:

#myart - this is my art. i used to do a fandom tagging system for myart+[fandom] but tbh it got confusing to me so it's obsolete.

#nomi writes - textposts that I think fall under the category of what could be seen as writing. So like thinly veiled fanfics, posts I put a decent effort into, etc. It's like the formal tag for nomipad. Pr much all of my textposts will fall under this since i'm a perfectionist.

#nomipad - personal tag for any rambles or things that I don't think fit nomi writes. More messy. Tbh there is little difference but I thrive on micro organizing. But more often than not this is for regular rambles

#nomi asks - answers for asks. I'm always up to chat about TF2 but other things are okay as well of course. Specially about mental health, etc.

I occasionally disappear into the shadows and come back, it's normal. Sometimes I just get really busy or am cycling through one of my hobbies. I have a really specific way of doing things and I go on my own time :P

#tf2 gameplay - things related to the gameplay. sometimes I like to talk about the gameplay or recount stories about what I've seen in the many years of playing this game. Pretty meta.

Etc.

That's all, take care!

#intro post #tf2 #horror #pretty fun tbh #will update this accordingly #also a good guide for myself cause everytime i dip and come back i have to relearn how to use this website xD

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officialgleamstar · 1 year ago

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:3 Any class (and subclass) headcanons/ideas/theories for Lark? Vaguely related, I can't stop thinking about the fact the he just whistled up a fucking portal last episode?????

i have always assumed lark was a ranger, which is one reason why i was so flabbergasted by grant being the kiddads' ranger. i still think he should be a ranger, a horizon walker ranger specifically, even if it would be dumb and unbalanced for them to have two rangers. literally it makes the most sense. lark is the most ranger guy ever. however, i already made a full post about ranger subclasses for grant, including the reasoning for horizon walker that also applies to lark (namely what you said - WHISTLING TO SUMMON A PORTAL? HORIZON WALKER TYPE SHIT.) SO i will delve into some different ideas instead

if he's not a ranger, then i would guess that he is a fighter, battle master subclass, or a rogue, assassin subclass, with likelihood (in my opinion!) being in that order. thats the tldr. heres the long version LOL:

fighter - fighters are known for being able to wield a wide array of weapons, which makes sense for lark, since he is such a doomsday prepper. he would want to be able to use any weapon he got his hands on. also, indomitable fits lark really well in my opinion. if we wanna talk gear, i'd probably give him chainmail (flavored as bullet-proof vest), two martial weapons (two daggers), a light crossbow and 20 bolts (flavored as a pistol and ammo), and the pack i'm not sure on. i dont think im gonna do gear on every single class but its just part of being a fighter to me to consider that-- subclass wise, we have a few options, listed in order of most to least likely (subjective.)

battle master - the most likely one to me, though now that sparrow seems to be set up as more of the leader than lark, that might change (though i do think that maybe sparrow just takes the head in talking since he's more. uh. sociable than everyone else rn LOL). given how much enemies monologue in dndads, 'know your enemy' would be a super useful skill, and i think if he was spec'd out similar to gerard from neverafter (mostly in the ability to grant other players extra attacks), this would make a lot of sense for him.

champion - listing this because on a meta-level, its extremely easy to play, which makes it an easy pick for anthony. however, i dont think it fits him character-wise because lark would never heal himself LMAO though, to be fair, i dont think the kiddads will ever level up that high

arcane archer - not the best subclass, but very cool to me, and fitting for how all of the kiddads are gun-heavy. banishing arrow would be super useful and fit the general theme of planes and dimensions.

eldritch knight - not as likely, but i think it would be sooo so cool for lark, especially if the eldritch part came from his connection to the doodler. ohhh the drama of gaining power from the eldritch being you swore to eradicate… plus, we get LARK CASTING MAGIC, even if its not as powerful as anything his family can do! so cool!!! this subclass isnt as good for range, but i could see anthony allowing war magic to apply to ranged weapons rather than just blades for the cool factor.

samurai - in general, this subclass is not lark. however, i wanted to mention it because i think their 18th level ability 'strength before death' specifically is very lark. basically, if you get knocked down to zero HP, you can use a reaction to get an entire turn and then you go into death saves. theoretically, you could use this to heal, but its lark - he absolutely would use it to go down swinging.

rogue - other people have made this point for me, but rogues are good for guns if you flavor hand crossbows as such. i actually dont really like rogue for lark, but i dont have a reason why LOL it just doesnt really? do it for me. however, i agree that its likely to fit due to what we know about lark, so i will play my own personal devil's advocate here. i think it makes sense for lark to be the sneaky attacker while the others draw most of the attention, especially since it seems like there would be three magic users (terry jr, nicky, and sparrow) in the group. magic can be used sneakily, but im sure nicky and sparrow at least would lean towards showiness, lol. plus, i think it would be really interesting to flavor 'slippery mind' as like, lark growing a resistance to the doodler after so many years under its influence! once again, subclasses are listed most likely to least likely.

assassin - this works from both an in-character and a meta standpoint, and from what i've seen, this is what people mean when they say lark should be a rogue. its an easy subclass to play, so its good for an NPC. character-wise, with lark's extreme paranoia, it makes sense that lark would spend time studying how to most efficiently kill people. he doesn't want to risk anyone in a drawn-out fight, he's not grant. he just wants things dead as fast as possible.

scout - am i just saying this one is likely being its the ranger-flavored rogue subclass? maybe. but like liSTEN LARK SHOULD BE A RANGER HE IS LITERALLY A RANGER HE IS-

phantom - not very likely, but SEVERELY COOL from a character standpoint. walk with me here. phantom is a rogue subclass where you talk to the dead, but imagine that reflavored as lark being able to talk to like, eldritch beings, even beyond the doodler? or like, maybe the spirits of those killed and used by the doodler? holy SHIT!! it would be COOL.

unfortunately none of this has an explanation on lark whistling a portal Which Is Why He Is A Horiz- [shot] im guessing he has a magical item tho!!!

#babacontainsmultitudes #dndads #ask #meta #sorry this took so long to answer but. fighter took me 40 mins on this HFJKGHDKJ #I HAVE THOUGHTS ON SUBCLASSES.#chugs wine and talks about dnd subclasses. ideal thursday night #originally i listed monk as well but had to admit to myself that that was unlikely and just me yearning bgfhjgbhjdfbghjd

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yeetmeoutthewindowdaddy · 1 month ago

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Information about the Tav I ship with Rolan in my fics:

Figured I should describe the Tav that I envision when I'm writing about him and Rolan.

Unless otherwise stated, this Tav is the Tav who is in every one of my Rolan x Tav fics.

I used a mix of BG3 and DND 5e/ 5.5e mechanics to make this Tav.

This specific Tav isn't playable in BG3. But idgaf, horny brain go brrr.

I can't draw for shit, so I used the Tiefling Maker by Crowesn on Picrew to make the closest approximation of what this Tav looks likes in my mind. Please go check out the maker, it's amazing!

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Epilogue stats:

Level: 12

Class: Bard 7, Monk 5

Subclass: College of Dance, Way of the Drunken Master

Ability scores:

Very high: 18 CHA, 17 DEX, 16 WIS High: 15 STR, 14 CON Low: 8 INT

Basic information:

Name: Tav Atarmin

Age: 27

Sex/Gender: Male

Species: 1/4 minotaur, 3/4 human

Build: Big and beefy (think of Dwayne Johnson/Jason Momoa)

Height: 6'7" (7'2" with horns)

Weight: 315 lbs.

Hair: Black, curly, long, luscious, mullet-esque, often in a low ponytail.

Facial hair: Black, balbo goatee (sans moustache)

Eyes: Bright lizard green irises, black pupils, white sclera.

Skin: Sepia brown skin that turns into short fur the further out from the center of his face.

Piercings: Seamless hoop septum/bull ring, 2 (parallel) vertical eyebrow rings/hoops on left eyebrow.

Voice: Warm rich bass, has a wide vocal range, sounds like Colm R. McGuinness when he sings. (Please check out his covers of Enemy and Hallelujah, he is waaaay too underrated for how talented he is.)

Other: Beauty mark on right cheek, light splattering of freckles, cow ears, hooves instead of feet, ivory colored horns, sharp canines and molars, no tail, 5 fingers on each hand, ambidextrous, fingernails are naturally black and claw-like (files/blunts them so he won't accidently hurt his instruments or bedpartners), nails are often painted.

Diet: Omnivore. Prefers meat and most vegetables raw, but will eat them cooked. He eats beef— he knows he's part beef, he does not care "because beef tastes good." Is pretty sure he won't get a prion disease from what could technically be considered partial-cannibalism.

Likes: Spicy food, music, playing instruments, dancing, performing, snapdragons (esp. red and purple), "verbal jousting", sex, being thirsted over, quality goods, gold, flirting, Rolan, cats, fun, lazy days, adventuring, tea (both the drink and the drama), jokes, exercising, dime novels copper novels.

Dislikes: Bland food, injustice, discrimination, watered down alcoholic drinks, blood oranges, anyone who hurts those he cares about or the innocent, hangovers, creepy porcelain dolls, imaginary numbers, the Absolute, being bored.

Personality: Laid back, easy going, humorous, playful, flirty, bold, forward, mischievous, silver-tongued, charming, adventurous, helpful, kind, stubborn, cunning, cocksure, slow to anger (rages like a barbarian when angered), full of wanderlust, distractible, himbo, caring, indulgent, somewhat pragmatic, (secretly a hopeless-)romantic, suave, horny, goofy, generally level headed, proud, diplomatic, smooth, jovial, faux-naïf (uses people's perception of him as a way to make them underestimate him— he acts like a stupid drunk bard to catch his enemies off guard. He is stupid, but he's smarter than he lets on— his WIS score is doing some real heavy lifting.)

Background information:

Alignment: Chaotic good

Personality Traits:

Nobody stays angry at me or around me for long, since I can defuse any amount of tension.

I love a good insult, even one directed at me.

I judge people by their actions, not their words.

I’m confident in my own abilities and do what I can to instill confidence in others.

Ideals:

Respect. People deserve to be treated with dignity and respect. (Good)

People. I like seeing the smiles on people’s faces when I perform. That’s all that matters. (Neutral)

Creativity. The world is in need of new ideas and bold action. (Chaotic)

Freedom. Chains are meant to be broken, as are those who would forge them. (Chaotic)

Bonds:

I protect those who cannot protect themselves.

I fight for those who cannot fight for themselves.

Those who fight beside me are those worth dying for.

Secretly— I am desperately searching for "the one", my soulmate.

Flaws:

Once I pick a goal, I become obsessed with it to the detriment of everything else in my life.

I can't resist a pretty face.

I'd rather eat my armor than admit when I'm wrong.

I have an insatiable desire for carnal pleasures.

Romantic information:

Sexual orientation: Pansexual, but has a strong preference for men/people who present or identify as masc.

Love Languages (G)iving/(R)eceiving: Words of affirmation (G,R), gift giving (R), physical touch (G,R), acts of service (G), quality time (G,R).

Type of lover: The "Get you a man who sexually dominates you but who also is caring and loving" meme.

His type: "Spicy", bratty, tsundere, smart, talented, tiefling, confident, easily flustered.

Relationship style: No strings attached/noncommittal until he finds "the one". After he finds his "true love" he'd be ethically non-monogamous or into swinging.

Other: Believes that lust and love are not intrinsically linked with one another. He is secretly a hopeless-romantic who believes he has one true love/a soul mate. His normally high charisma stat flies out the window when he tries to flirt with someone who he actually wants to date. Vacillates between cocksure and sheepish around Rolan, he's in love and doesn't know what to do about it. Lust, he can handle. But love? He's out of his depth. The dime novels copper novels he enjoys reading didn't prepare him for how overwhelming romantic feelings would be— he thought that love would feel like lust with a smidge more emotional intensity/intimacy, not a tsunami wave threatening to drown him.

NSFW information:

Genitals: 9", thick, veiny, semi-retractable minotaur penis. Big hairy breeder balls.

Piercings: Prince Albert, guiche, both nipples.

Sex drive: High, the horny bard trope exists for a reason.

Role: Prefers to top but is willing to bottom. Is a dom who will sub, albeit rarely.

Kinks: Breeding, daddy, brat-taming, spanking, shibari, size, exhibitionism, voyeurism, gaping, mild-humiliation, scent, piss, mirror sex, praise, tails, tail sex, oral, anal, belly bulge, light-degradation, edging, intimacy, overstimulation, body worship, begging, aural, dacryphilia, cross dressing, cucking (only when he is the stud/bull), BDSM.

Squicks: (Anything that's illegal irl), vomit, scat, prolapse, under-negotiated kinks/scenes, actual bestiality (he's down to fuck Halsin in bear form lmao), farting, burping, cake farting (he doesn't want to talk about why cake farting has a separate, independent listing), grapefruiting.

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