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argisthebulwark · 9 months ago

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"Would You Kill For Me?"

summary: asking your partner the most intimate question of all - would he kill for you? gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Cicero, Teldryn, Vilkas, Miraak, Brynjolf, Erandur, Farkas, Mercer warnings: obv allusions to violence, nothing explicit. alcohol.

"I already have."

Cicero giggles, slapping a gloved hand on your shoulder. "Of course I've killed for you! Silly Listener, asking your poor, beloved Cicero such a question." Rationally, you know any other person would be upset - but it's endearing. You know deep in your heart that Cicero would slice through anyone who even looks at you wrong without a second thought. "Would you kill for your Keeper?" He asks coyly, sliding closer. It's too difficult to resist his charm. You find yourself grinning, remembering the many threats of bodily harm you've inflicted upon any initiate who breathes a negative word about your beloved. "Any day, my love."

"Why? You offering to return the favor?" Teldryn smirks before taking a drink from his mug. The tip of his boot knocks into yours under the table, earning a nice flush in your cheeks. You've clearly had too much to drink but Teldryn looked so pretty in the low tavern lighting, the alcohol loosening your tongue enough to voice all those silly little questions you've had floating around. "You have?" You urge, leaning so far over the table you're practically laying on it. Teldryn grins, bowing toward you and his voice conspiratorially low when he speaks again. "Of course - why do you think all that chatter about you being an untrustworthy outlander stopped so quickly?" "I thought my good deeds were enough to earn their trust." You pout, thinking back on the sudden shift in opinion. "Oh yes, yes - that too, but a few well placed jabs never hurt."

"I'd die for you."

"Isn't that better? To die for you?" Vilkas laments, lips stained red from his third glass of wine. The question had hardly been in your mind before it slipped out - late nights toasting to the Companions often left you tipsy. "I'd rather you lived for me." You hiccup, leaning closer to him. Those dark eyes still track every little move you make despite the intoxication. "A happy, long live if I have any say in the matter." He lapses into silence but you know his mind is still chewing on that question. Swirling the wine in his glass Vilkas reclines into his seat, staring earnestly into the low burning fire. "Vilkas, it was just a silly question." Those eyes cut straight through you, blinking away whatever retort he'd come up with before simply placing a kiss to the back of your hand.

"I would die in your stead." Miraak's hands cup your face, each word soaked in adoration. "I've died in your arms once, my Dragon. I would gladly do it once more." You will never truly grow accustomed to this version of him - stripped of the malice he'd lived with for so long, he's become devoted to you. Too many pupils gaze lovingly into your eyes, the crooked bridge of his nose bumping yours. You've never known a love like his and doubt that many ever will - he's had lifetimes to yearn, to want something more and hone a vocabulary that often leaves you a flustered mess. "You're far too serious." He grins at those words, the ones you've said dozens of times. "I would tear the world to shreds for you, my love. I would tear myself to shreds."

"I cant."

Brynjolf's words carry a silent apology - of course you knew his answer but watching him squirm can be fun. "I'm sorry, love - I know it isn't the romantic answer but I don't think I could bring myself to do somethin' like that. Not after -" "Bryn." Grasping his face, your heart still skips a beat when those green eyes find yours. "I know that blade you wear is simply decorative, I would never ask you to draw it." "It is not merely decorative, it serves other purposes." "Such as?" "It's fairly useful for intimidation. And breaking windows." He huffs, pressing a kiss to your palm. He pauses for a moment, eyes falling closed and nose nuzzled into your hand. "Truth be told, I like to say that I wouldn't - hell, I tell myself I won't take a life every day, but after Mercer takin' you away from me, I'm not so sure."

"I swore against such actions, my love." Erandur murmurs, forehead pressed to yours. "Lady Mara may have forgiven my past transgressions but I took an oath to bring no further harm to her people." "Of course, dearest." You smile, a bit entertained by how easy it is to get him talking. Erandur's fingers play across yours, rings bumping into your knuckles. "Would you kill for me?" You're a bit shocked by his question, even further surprised by the little hint of hope buried in his words. "Without second thought." It's the easiest answer in the world. Of course you would kill for Erandur - you would fight through hordes of enemies to ensure his safety. "I can only pray that your Lady's forgiving attitude extends to me."

"Of course."

Brows raised, Farkas assesses you across the training yard. He sucks in a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his brow before heaving the giant practice sword over one shoulder. "Any day." He says easily, a quick kiss pressed to your brow. No matter how long you're together this sight still seems too good to be true - muscles glistening in the midday sun, his hair tied back and an easy smile on his face. "Why, you need someone killed?" "Not at the moment." "If one of those recruits gets too mouthy, you come find me." He grins before turning his attention back to a battered training dummy. You notice after that question that his sword strikes just a bit harder, hammering that point home.

"No." Mercer lies, kicking his feet atop the desk. You mirror his position - boots on the desk and arms crossed, though the scowl is hard to mimic. He's perfected it. "Yes you would." You counter, fighting back a laugh when he rolls his eyes. That little divot appears between his brows - it's cute. You'd tell him but fear being assigned some awful job across the continent. "Why bother asking?" He grumbles, shoving a stack of paperwork toward you. "If you insist on hanging around asking inane questions, least you could do is make yourself useful." "I'd kill for you." "Lovely." He mutters, though you note a bit of color rising in his cheeks when he turns to some parchment he'd pointedly ignored all evening. It's too easy to get under his skin.

#writing #skyrim #skyrim x reader #x reader fanfic #cicero #teldryn sero #vilkas #miraak #brynjolf #erandur #farkas #mercer frey

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sgiandubh · 1 year ago

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Come ho già detto non ho copiato o memorizzato quelle foto viste le mie scarse attitudini tecniche. la foto estiva ricordo che era in un gruppo di foto insieme ad altre degli interpreti di Outlander, come se ne trovano anche adesso quando si cerca sotto S e C o C e T. In quei momenti non eravamo alla divisione del fandom come ora e il signor T non era ancora diventato famoso .La foto della festa durante la quale C era seduta sulle ginocchia del signore di cui ho parlato sono state messe in rete dai blogger molte volte , anche se non tutte, e credo che quelli di quel periodo possano ancora ritrovarle. Ho solo messo mano ai miei ricordi e ho voluto condividerli.Spero che ciò non provochi altri rumori . So che quando si dice qualcosa la prima parola è “provalo!” ed è giusto. Se ci saranno critiche lo capirò ma non mi faranno male perché la mia coscienza è tranquilla.Grazie, grazie davvero .

Dear @findanserwers,

Grazie per la tua risposta e grazie per il tuo coraggio!

Traduzione e dopo, reazione:

'Like I already said, I did not copy or save those pictures, on account of my very limited technical abilities. I remember the summer picture was included in a bigger batch, together with other photos of the OL cast, like the ones you can still find when you look for S and C or C and T. At that time, we didn't have these fandom wars, like nowadays, and Mr. T was not famous yet. The picture of the party when C was sitting on that gentleman's lap has been shared many times by bloggers and I think the more senior bloggers could still have it or find it. I was just revisiting my memories and I wanted to share. I hope I did not start even more rumors. I know that every time someone says something the first reaction is 'prove it!' and it's only fair. If this post will be criticized, I will understand, but I will not be hurt, because my conscience is clear. Thank you, truly thank you.'

I am now wondering if this mysterious summer pic is not one of the series taken for RDM's birthday party and if memory serves (and I can, of course, be awfully wrong and sure - always correct me, please), it was a whole flurry at the time about S being cut off some pictures. That would mean you have somehow seen a picture that was not very widely circulated. As for the lap pic, still no clue - but many pics of C with many other men (dr. Colbert comes to mind, too) are very affectionate, whereas with McIdiot - flat cardiogram and blink twice if you want us to rescue you.

Maybe one of the veterans could help? At the moment, I feel like looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack and there is nothing more irritating for someone like me (granted, chronically curious - a detail that, remember, got me here, LOL).

I will never blame you for not finding those photos, by the way. I think it was incredibly brave to step out with your handle and own your thoughts and words: it is rare and for this, my dear, I do admire you! And I can only look back, with my historian glasses, this time, and think of all the tiny details that were forever lost with each and every deactivated or erased blog, all those comments and all those tidbits that once kept this community on tenterhooks every single day. Back when this place was lively, and fun and smiling and young and naïve.

A time I never knew. But a story I can relate to and understand maybe as well as our veterans, who lived through the sorrow and puzzlement and are still here, with us. And I feel incredibly honored to see you found this page to be a safe haven. It will always remain so, for all the shippers who will engage with me. You have my word.

Please don't be a stranger. Grazie, grazie mille e un abbraccio per te. Pace e Bene! 😘

#fandom #shitshow #asks

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omies-odd-writing-spot · 3 months ago

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Doom prompt 21: in the past [1]

A Prompt from my Doom Discord. Based on the Garnets Story, but in the PAST of Argent D'nur. it's really fun to play with that time frame, there's so much you can mess with. have fun with a feral BJ before he was the Slayer

21: “The Slayer is still very feral after escaping hell, and is eating in an Argenta mess hall when one of the Argenta tries to take his food (surely they had bullies too) and then gets a fork stabbed through their hand and into the table”

All things considering, Haco could tell the newcomer would much rather be outside. Or possibly back in the wild where he had been originally found sitting quiet, perhaps watching the flowers and wind or even just zoned out. Haco was not sure what was going through the outlander’s head then, if anything. The man was pretty sure that the outlander was just focused wholly on his food right now.

Not that Haco minded as he was sitting near his charge, though the man was also not fully sure how he became the supervising guard. The outlander at least was quiet as he ate, working though the second bowl of soup. The fresh bread basket that was just set down was being watched intently in between scans of the over half empty dining hall. The outlander tracked where the serving young went to drop off another basket before running back to the kitchen.

A full hall just seemed like a bad idea to Haco, and he knew it was a bad idea for anyone just out of the pits to be around too many people. More so how the outlander would freeze and stare at Haco everytime he moved. In this case watching as Haco reached for the big basket of bread and honey jar. The bright blue eyes watching each movement like a predator or hungry wolf. Even stopping chewing the chunk of meat from the soup.

Haco was pointedly ignoring being watched so intently as he cut through the soft, still warm bread and slathered it with the honey. “You can have anything on the table you want, friend. Just as long as it's not on someone else’s plate.”

The outlander looked up sharply at being talked to directly. Spoken to, not at. Those intense blue eyes watching Haco and studying his face. The smaller man’s eyes flicked down to the honey bread.

Haco set a roll between them, just that bit over the unmarked line of where his and the outlander’s space was. Again, Haco was eyed, almost untrusting as the Argenta man reached for another bread bun to dress it the same way, taking a bite and just enjoyed the taste and feel of the honey on a fresh, warm roll.

The Sentinel did not seem to pay attention to the outlander as he snatched the roll. Gave a careful sniff and paused, sniffed again before taking a small bite. Just like he did with the soup, testing it before taking a bigger bite.

At least the outlander was slowing down eating. He seemed a bit calmer now too with just time to eat and watch but not really interact with a lot of people. Haco was happy to take as long as they needed, as much as it took some time for someone to get used to not being in the Pits, but also. Well, it was a nice break for Haco from drills.

Either leading or doing them.

“...be…jay…”

The low voice was almost missed and it took a moment for Haco to realize it came from his right. Coming out in a moment between bites of soup and sweetened roll. In the pause between them, the outlander reached forward to grab at the closest roll of bread. Ripping it in half with a bit more force then he clearly meant to judging by the startled pause.

Haco considered what he heard before trying to speak it. “Bi-Jay?”

The outlander paused, a broth soaked roll stuffed in his mouth. Blinked at Haco, and then he hummed. Once his mouth was clear he spoke aloud again. Still in a low voice, rough from disuse but there under the background sounds. “‘lose ‘nough.”

The accent was very thick, but the outlander ‘Bi’Jay’ had at least learned some Argenta in the pit. Then again, it had been several months since Haco had seen the outlander, a few more since he was found.

“Hi!” a little voice called from behind, Haco saw the outlander coil and was about to react as well before seeing how Bi’Jay locked himself up. Hands gripping the air and the other half of a roll tight enough his knuckles turned colors. The shorter man clearly catching his own reflexes, struggled a bit but he did have some training to not lash out.

Blue eyes wide, he slowly turned to look down at the child that came up behind and now stood between them. The little boy beamed and held up a basket with both hands. Wide enough it was just manageable for the child, but it was also a shallower basket then for the bread basket. “Uncles! I have…sweet for you!”

Haco smiled down at the little white haired boy, giving him a ruffle on the head. “Thank you son, what are the treats?”

“Berry treats!” The boy chirped, paused and then frowned and then tried again, “Berry…tart. Tart!”

“I love tarts.” Haco smiled, carefully picking up two of the little, square shaped pie-like tarts. Looking up as there was a soft humming from the shorter man.

Haco tilted his head but did not miss how the outlander relaxed. The tension in his shoulders visibly easing away as full attention was shifted to the child. Blinking in surprise as he was offered the basket of treats too. Hesitated before gently taking one, and as the basket was still held up, took a second tart.

“Thank you,” Haco said, speaking to the boy but tried to clearly pronounce the words.

“Tha’nk…you…” the outlander said, again his accent was thick but understandable to the boy as well.

“Welcome!” The little boy chirped and toddled off with his basket to the next group of Sentinels farther along in the hall. Determined to finish his task of passing out treats.

Bi’Jay turned, the offerings resting on the edge of his plate. Watching after the child and twitched as if he wanted to go after.

“...did you have a family? Before you fought whatever led you here.” Haco asked softly, and watched without reacting as the outlander snapped back around to face him. The glare was a bit telling, and the low growling sound before turning back to the food. Biting into the squished roll.

That desperate want to not lose any calories or food despite that it was squished by himself.

Haco wondered not for the first time where the outsider, Bi’Jay had come from. Now Haco also wondered what, or who the man lost. Even though it had been clearly broken armor, the outlander was soaked and caked with several types of blood. His skin was still stained with large patches of black and white. Not white really, just no pigmentation like it was sucked out. There were many scars, several that were just hard to see. Haco took a breath, still smelling old blood coming from the outlander.

“When you've had enough, to eat that is,” Haco spoke as he slowly ate the first tart-pie, enjoying the custard and berry filling. “We'll head to one of the bathing rooms. I know I need a clean up but you might feel better, Bi’Jay, after cleaning up too, before seeing the healers.”

“Hmm…” Bi’Jay rumbled, back to watching Haco intently. Then looked down at his empty bowl, paused and reached for the pot of soup in front of the two. Going for a third serving. All things considered, each bowl was not completely filled, and Haco smiled as he noticed that the outlander was notably eating slower at last. This was the second meal they had together, and the Argenta man wondered if Bi’Jay was finally full.

“Ba…bathe?” The low voice asked, the words a bit stunted but he was trying. “Wat…ter?”

“Water for bathing. Cleaning.” Haco tried to explain, pointing to one of the clear glass pitchers of drinking water. Still trying to make sure he spoke clearly himself. “I thought you might like to clean, bathe, yourself instead of the healers doing it.”

Bi’Jay blinked up at Haco, it was a few seconds delayed as he was sorting out what was said. It was impressive how fast he had been picking up Argenta, even if he was not fluent. The outlander turned back to his food, picking up his bowl and sipped at the broth. Haco realized that Bi'Jay didn't get much of the meat this time but the broth and soft, shredded vegetables.

Sounds had Haco looking around the dining hall. He was not the only senior Sentinel to snort at the sounds of the newest recruits. Many voices talking at once as they came in from drills… led by Lord Valen? Haco was impressed they still had energy to walk. Then again Lord Valen might have gone a bit easy on them as his wife was coming in with the wintherin riders sometime today.

Haco sat back, feeling that satisfaction of a nice full stomach but not overeating. “Bi’Jay?”

Blue eyes looked up from carefully rearranging the two tarts and another roll beside his bowl. Watching intently as Haco pointed to the kitchens, and those working there.

“I'm going there, I'll be back Bi’Jay, wait for me?” Haco asked, watching the outlander turn to his right to study the hall, then kitchen. He slowly nodded.

“...waght…wait is… stay?”

“Yes, wait is staying.” Haco smiled as he made sure his clothes were not out of order.

Bi'Jay blinked and then gave a firm nod, turning back to his food. Poking at the pie-tarts again. Gingerly lifting it to nibble on.

Satisfied his charge was going to be safely distracted for a little longer, but also that outlander was calm. Hopefully Haco would not be bitten again for a while, or at least the rest of the day. He walked to the kitchen and picked up one of the older baskets off a table.

“Good afternoon Night Sentinel!” one of the older women said as she looked up, cheerful. “You’re new apprentice has quite the appetite.”

“He really does, it’s like he never saw food, even before the pits.” Haco glanced back, seeing the mostly bare back of Bi’Jay. “I wanted to get some more food for him later. I don’t think he’s going to realize he can come to you here in the kitchens whenever. Could you get some bread, cheese, honey and whatever you think would last the night?”

“Most are in a stunned state for a while after the Pits.” the woman sighed, not hiding that she was not impressed with the Pits still being so active. “Hopefully he can heal in mind, soul and body after so long there. Its been almost a year hasn’t it?”

“At least half,” Haco winced a bit, no one was supposed to be allowed to stay that long. Warriors with completely broken minds were useless, and dangerous. “I’m not going to have him doing much but clean up those wounds and blood. And eat in a way that he’s not a starved wintherin hatchling at every meal.”

“I’ll have something for you once your ready to go,” the woman said as she took the basket, “once you drop off your dishes, come back. Also go see the head women at the baths, Arrita will get you a safe room if you ask- oh dear.”

“Oh dear?” The taller man echoed, and turned at the kitchen worker pointing behind him. Haco sighed as he saw the cluster that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Rookies he could tell by their dress. “Well. I think we’re going to be weeding out some idiots early this training session.”

“They do know he just came from the Pits?” The woman asked, baffled, “His instincts are going to be-”

There was a fast movement as one of the rookies leaned in and reached to snatch at something in front of Bi’Jay. Likely a roll or one of the tarts he was clearly saving. The reaction was almost too fast for anyone to track as the outlander snarled, his hand dropping down and there was a beat. A pause as the horror sank in that this shorter stranger just stabbed a spoon through the bigger man’s hand.

Haco was both very impressed as the fight started and then sighed in resignation. The fight… brawl starting was going to be his responsibility as much as who was their training officer-

And that would be Commander Valen.

Haco groaned, it sounded like the stone table just broke, the woman beside him yipping in surprise.

“Oh they are stupid this year.”

“Seems so,” Haco paused, handed the basket over and started to walk over to the dwindling group.

“Are you going to stop them?”

“Bi’Jay seems to be stopping them pretty well.” Haco tilted his head, thinking, but was starting over, standing up to his full height. Not reaching for the sword on his back as he marched over. Taking a deep breath and made sure to project more than just volume. “NO FIGHTING IN THE DINING HALL YOU WORMS!”

There was a scrabble, the recroots on the outer edge of the group tried to snap up and to attention. Only they turned their back to the threat and were promptly grabbed and slammed down to the ground. The fight was over by the time Haco got back, pausing at the edge of those wheezing or groaning on the ground. Scanning over the assorted injuries.

At least they were not fatal.

Haco sighed and looked up at Bi’Jay, who was standing still now in the middle of the brawl. Staring blankly into space, not seeming to see Haco or the other Sentinels. Haco waved a warning at his brothers to not get too close, but they were smart enough to not startle a Pit survivor.

It took a half minute before Bi’Jay blinked and looked around confused, looking up. “...hah’co?”

“Right here little brother,” Haco said, paused and added, “Can you get free without stepping on anyone?”

Bi'Jay blinked and looked around, as if confused by what happened. Blinked slowly before deftly jumping from a standstill to the bench he had been sitting on before, then just walked over the table to the other side. Pausing to stare at the Argenta he was briefly eye level with standings on the other side. It was a senior Sentinel like Haco though, who knew better than to do more than humming and motioning to the side, away from the mess. She knew better than to trigger flared fight-for-raw-survival instincts and reflexes.

The outlander paused after stepping down, turned and reached over the table to get the one surviving pie-tart. Only to make an alarmed sound as his hands spazzimed and broke it. The alarmed look on Bi'Jay for the first time almost had Haco breaking his discipline. That look that was just shy of deviation at losing the treat more than being upset about the fight.

Captain Milla chuckled beside the Outlander, getting a fast look. She motioned to one side, an area that was clear, “Go sit over there, you can get another tart while we sort this out.”

Bi'Jay was giving her an untrusting look as he stood.

“You didn't start the fight little brother.” Haco reassured, speaking clearly. “Go find a spot to sit, I'll be there in a few minutes.”

“And you did not finish it with death.” Milla seemed impressed, not moving as the outlander slowly walked away. Tense as he was clearly expecting to be beaten, but also was not going to miss the opportunity to get away and found a spot well away from anyone to sit. Bi'Jay paused and grabbed at some cooled bread making a surprised sound at finding the jars in the basket of honey and jams inside.

He did not know there was more than the honey in these baskets!

Bi'Jay hunched over the full basket protectively, but he was surprisingly left alone as the Sentinels were dealing with the leftovers of the brawl. This was his new treat. No one else was allowed to have it.

#omie's writing #doom fanfiction #doom slayer #doomguy #garnets story #Argent D'nur time #Doom Night Sentinels #that's his bread basket now

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s3a-s1ug · 1 year ago

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Enkivaldr confession scenario part two

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You can read part one here

It took Enki a while to even process the fact that someone confessed their feelings to him- HIM!? Let’s say he never really thought this would happen to him. Let alone it all coming from Ragnvaldr- the brute- the outlander- the northerner!! They were practically opposites!! But he couldn’t deny that he did feel… comfortable with him

The next two days consisted of Enki trying to avoid any form of contact with Ragnvaldr out of sheer embarrassment and dare I even say shyness. Enki was stuck- how does he even reciprocate these feelings? He’s not sure he can even show the right amount of affection because of his naturally cold nature.

Meanwhile Ragnvaldr is kind of a mess. He straight up thinks Enki is ignoring him on purpose- ‘gods what if Enki really hates me…’

He goes outside to clear his head and sits beside a tree ‘…I must seem like a fool…’

He closed his eyes and sighed as he relaxed against the tree, taking in the sound of nature

But then he heard the sound of grass being pressed on just by the other side of the tree. Someone sitting down?

He opened his eyes and moved his head ever so slightly to get a peek at whoever was on the other side of the tree.

Long light hair draped down to the ground, sharp green gloves pressing against the grass. Enki.

They both sat in silence at opposite sides of the tree for what seemed like a while until Enki cleared his throat

“Ragnvaldr of Oldegård… I have considered your- confession…”

“Oh…ja…”

‘Well this is it’ Ragnvaldr thought ‘I just hope he isn’t too harsh about turning me down’

“…and I believe I- reciprocate those…feelings…”

‘Wait…what..?’ Ragnvaldrs thought, his mind starting to run. He nudged slightly over to the other side of the tree

“Spending my time with you has been…different. I’ve felt different. Even if you are just a brute- you make me feel…uhm…appreciated”

The backhanded compliment brought a smile to Ragnvaldr’s face

Enki nudged closer

“…… but I do warn that I may not be able to… show as much affection… as you might show to me- I suppose I’m just- not used to it…”

Enki’s voice was trailing off a bit. Not sure how or what to even say. They both were now almost touching shoulders until Ragnvaldr took one of Enki’s gloved hands with both of his own

“Enki… I promise you this…”

He squeezed Enki’s hand and leaned closer

“I will be there for you and with you every step of the way. You already make me feel so appreciated and when I’m in your company I feel at home. And I will make sure you feel the same way as I do you with you…”

Enki looked at Ragnvaldr being struck with some odd emotion he’s never felt before.

“...Jag lovar”

Their faces were nearly inches apart. Ragnvaldr leaned in more and…

…hugged him..? Tightly.

What a warm embrace. Enki truly felt comfortable, appreciated… loved.

At least for the first three seconds due to him feeling his own bones being squeezed

“Gh! A-alright… brute- gh -…t-tight-!”

“åh! ursäkta!”

He quickly let go of Enki and chuckled.

Enki sort of missed the warmth of his embrace but then Ragnvaldr placed a hand on top of Enki’s. Both of them starting to relax as they listen to the ambiance of nature. Comfortable in each other’s presence

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Hope you guys enjoy my first finished fic!! I had so much fun writing this jsksjsjks

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nellie-elizabeth · 22 days ago

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Outlander: Written in My Own Heart's Blood (7x15)

A pretty solid and exciting installment!

Cons:

Obviously this show hovers on the edge of being cheesy a lot of the time, and honestly I wish that we'd be trusted as viewers a bit more to feel the love and connection between Jamie and Claire, without the weird flashbacks where they're stargazing? It just felt a little hammy to me, like maybe they could have gone a little more subtle with some of the conversations about life and death and war and whatnot. I know a lot of this is material listed from the book, but even so, it took me out of the emotions a little bit. These performers are strong enough for me to feel the depth of what's happening just looking at their faces, we don't need to gild the lily here!

In the books, there's a hidden compartment in the desk drawer at Lallybroch that Brianna and Roger both know about, and Roger hides his letter to Bree there. The way they did it here was just to have him lay it in an empty drawer, which I thought was a little silly? Like, the idea is that it's ambiguous. That letter was already there when Bree and Roger bought Lallybroch in the 20th century, or at least it could have been, and they were just destined never to find it until the circumstances tracked.

Pros:

Starting in subplot news, I really like the relationship between Buck and Roger. It's so sweet that Buck is willing to help Roger, that he considers him, even through all the strangeness of the situation, to be his family. And it makes sense that he'd be alarmed and upset when learning that he actually came face to face with his parents and Roger didn't tell him, but Roger's reasoning makes sense too. They don't have a lot of information about how this time travel stuff works, and what if they mess something up? It was so sweet that Buck wrote a note to Geillis, even though obviously that's not a mother-son relationship destined to happen for real.

Then you've got John and Ian going off to save William. This was a fun team-up, and the action sequence was appropriately intense. It was funny to watch John get off two perfect head shots in a row, but I guess we can say that he's just that bad-ass. And the tension here between father and son is delicious, where you have William (understandably) grateful that John is here to save him from being killed, but the second they're somewhere free and safe, he's back to being furious and heartbroken that John lied to him his whole life about his parentage. There was something so horrifyingly funny about John going on about what a good and brave man Jamie Fraser is, all while still wearing the eye-patch that Jamie necessitated with his violence! Oof. John's got it bad, and it's so very twisted.

Ian, in other news, doubles back to murder the man who had captured William, after at first showing him mercy. We obviously know that he wanted to spare his life for Rachel's sake, but that he decided he'd regret letting a man with malicious intentions go free. I feel for Ian in this situation, but he is who he is, and this is war. Rachel earlier talking to Claire was worried that Ian would hesitate for her sake and be killed, and that she'd be left alone with her principles. The last thing this young couple needs is another vengeful man coming after them...

And then in the main plot, we've got a lot of portentous buildup to Jamie potentially getting hurt as he goes off to fight in this great battle! Claire is at a field hospital helping the wounded, and gets into a conflict with the male doctor overseeing things there. He is at first dismissive and hostile of Claire's expertise, but by the end, after seeing her save a man's life who he would have been forced to leave for dead, he gains a respect and admiration for her. I like that this dude was full of himself and kind of an ass, but he also wasn't cartoonishly evil. He was put off by something he didn't expect or understand, but he did actually allow himself to come around.

The buildup to Claire being shot was a bit heavy-handed, and I thought the cheesy flashbacks to the stargazing could have been handled with more finesse, as I mentioned above. But, I still thought this was wonderfully suspenseful and dramatic! Lots of incredible acting from these performers, with Jamie in such a profound terror over losing Claire. The writing his resignation on the orderly's back with Claire's blood thing is SO DRAMATIQUE but I'm kind of obsessed with it. A similar thing does happen in the books, although I can't remember if he wrote it actually on a dude's back like that?

I feel like I don't have a ton to say here because it's all going to come down to the fallout of this event in the next episode. But we see Claire in immense pain and also aware of her condition and her bad chances, we see Denzel steel himself for a nearly impossible task, and we see Jamie about as terrified as we've ever seen him. The finale is going to be juicy in all sorts of ways!

8/10

#review #outlander #outlander review

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dinthoqaf · 1 month ago

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Secret Father's Winter (Secret Santa)

A bit of an OOC post, but for the last few years I've always tried to make it a point to take a break from story to do something to try to bring people together, to help people forget the stresses of every day life, to forget how things are, to sometimes even ease RP stress when stories get hard. So this year, like I've done for the last 6 or so, we hosted a Holiday party and while it was small, it was great getting to see people scramble to find the perfect gift for the name they received to gift something to. I got to watch a character IC cry because they got an Elekk Plushie that they'd always wanted, and others got creepy, fun toys to play with. I got to watch a Father Winter impersonator get a huge new axe he never had before, too. I got to watch folks get mats, mounts, battle pets, and mogs, and I got to watch someone gift a whole bunch of food/grey items that were hard to get to someone else who liked Outlands content. Being a GM is often a fairly thankless job and when you mess up, we get hit for it, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I tell my guild pretty routinely that I've been blessed with the people I get to write with and I mean that. So, if you're one of those folks who GM too, don't forget to let your people know how much you appreciate having them around. Sometimes it means the world to your members to hear you like having them around. ... even if they want your character to dance to things they'd never dance to... (lol)

#sotf #WoW #GuildMaster #oc rp

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blissfullyapillow · 2 years ago

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Angel with a Shotgun

Wanderer x female reader

wc: 3,158

Notes: Yet another fic with my oc in mind but it reads like an x reader (I’ve been inspired what can I say lol), speaking of inspired this was inspired by the song Angel With A Shotgun by The Cab (specifically the nightcore version), fun fluff with the reader constantly threatening the Traveler (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

Back to Masterlist A

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“Ehehe, Paimon believes that Paimon’s miles better than- Traveler, who’s that?” Paimon shrieks as she hides behind the traveler.

Huh. That’s not the reaction I expected, but I’m not surprised by it.

I am approaching them as I wield my sword after all.

I thought our first meeting would be different, and nothing like this. But I know what I must do. “Traveler. You have crossed a line that should never be crossed. The Wanderer…” I trail off, the venom in my voice creating a tense atmosphere.

The Traveler steps back slightly, shielding Paimon from me. I don’t give them a moment to ponder my words before I’m lunging forward with my drawn sword. The Traveler manages to parry my blow, but I manage to cut off a small strand of their hair.

I grasp the strand and hold it in my open palm, smirking all the while as I ignore Paimon’s frightened squeals.

“Funny, I thought you were a person of many titles. ‘The Honorary Knight.’” Our blades run along each other as my sharp blade attempts to slice through their neck.

“The Captain of the Watatsumi Island Special Operations Unit.” With a grunt I lower myself to the ground and swipe beneath the Traveler’s feet. with my agile one’s. They dodge my first foot, but they trip over the second one that makes a swift follow up. They fall to the ground, but before my blade can slam down on them they’re quick to roll over.

I groan when they use the element of geo to knock me down from behind, but I quickly recover with the assistance of the wind. “The Outlander.” I encase the Traveler and I in a circle of Ice, the pointy edges almost piercing Paimon. That’s when the Traveler’s eyes truly darken, and a sadistic smile makes it way onto my lips.

“The First Sage of Buer.” The Traveler’s eyes widen and they falter for a moment at my words, and I take the opportunity to freeze a slippery path below their feet. Paimon yells for the Traveler to watch out, but it’s too late.

They’ve already fallen into my trap.

I never cared for Signora, but I mimic her technique as I enclose the Traveler’s feet where they stand. The strong gust of wind I’m summoning has Paimon struggling to stay in our enclosed arena as I make my way over to the struggling Traveler.

They’ve grown stronger from their experiences in previous nations so I can’t underestimate them; it won’t be long before they break free from my icy prison. I can’t help but chuckle when I realize they’re using a similar method to the Anemo Archon to escape the ice.

The Traveler uses the wind and earth to chip away at the block of ice encapsulating their feet. Unfortunately for them, my resolve won’t yield so easily. “You should’ve kept to yourself; stop butting your head in place it doesn’t belong. The Wanderer is not an individual to be messed with, and neither am I. If you ever lay a hand on him again, I will not be so merciful. Maybe I should give you a demonstration of what’s in store if you dare to play with magic.” I don’t wait for a response as my blade slashes down to scar the Traveler’s arm. Paimon’s scream is as piercing as the beginnings of frostbite that nip at the tips of my fingers.

My blade stops mere millimeters from my target.

How frustrating.

My blade is stopped by a hand and a strong gust of wind, and I look up to come face to face with the man I’m currently fighting for.

My entire demeanor shifts as my eyes light up and my heart pounds loudly with joy in my ears. “Wanderer!!” I engulf him in a hug, and he grunts. “What did I tell you about attacking people over stupid rumors you hear about me!?” Wanderer scolds me harshly and he wacks the back of my head.

I let out a cry of dismay before I pull away enough to stare into his eyes. The ice around us ceremoniously breaks and the wind slows to a calm, soothing breeze. A beautiful flurry of snow now surrounds us, and Paimon flies over to the Traveler to check up on them as the ice encapsulating their foot finally breaks.

“But- but this time they said you died!! They said the Traveler successfully put an end to-“ “Don’t listen to rumors you dimwit!” Wanderer wacks me again before he pulls me roughly against him.

I sniffle as he soothingly smoothes my hair back. I feel more than hear him chuckle as Paimon screams at the both of us. “Tell that small floating child to shut up. They’re giving me a headache.” Wanderer bursts into raucous laughter at my words while the Traveler sounds unamused and quite angry.

“Rest now. I’ll explain the situation for you, but don’t get your hopes up.” I allow myself to finally relax knowing Wanderer is actually safe and not deceased like I previously thought he was.

The last thing I feel are his soft lips against the crown of my head.

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“And that’s the gist of it. So? How do you feel? You almost lost something valuable to someone of extraordinary power, yet all you can do is stand there with that dumb look on your face.” Paimon’s loud voice wakes me up from my restful nap, and I stir as the unconscious world fades from my mind.

Damn. I was having a good dream too.

“You’re being too loud.” Wanderer scolds Paimon as I shift in his arms. Paimon continues shouting nonetheless, and I fully wake up with a disarming yawn. My blurry eyes finally focus and the Traveler and Paimon’s annoyed expressions are the first thing to greet me.

“What?” I ask. “What do you mean, what!?” Paimon asks incredulously. “Well, I told them the basics. You really need to stop acting so irrationally when things concern me, Y/n.” Wanderer’s words are rough yet sincere, and I know he’s right. With a sigh I remove myself from his arms to stand and bow before the Traveler. “I apologize for attacking you based on false rumors, but if you so much as try to lay a hand on Wanderer I-“

WHACK!

“I apologize.” “That’s better.” I refuse to rub my head even though Wanderer’s smack left a stinging sensation.

“THIS GIRL IS RIDICULOUS!” Paimon screeches.

“Everyone, calm down and try to understand where the other is coming from.” Wanderer’s blunt words cause my lips to quirk up into a blatantly smug expression. “Oh? That’s surprisingly reasonable coming from you.” I taunt Wanderer. His eyes burn holes into mine, and I send a flirtatious wink in his direction.

He returns to stand by my side from his previous position, and he huffs as his hand purposefully bumps against mine in a silent question. I intertwine our hands in a comforting answer. “Huh, it looks like I wasn’t the only one who missed the other.” I muse.

I take joy in Wanderer’s flushed cheeks and annoyed expression that acts as a face to mask the bashful feelings that lie underneath.

Paimon looks so flabbergasted it causes me to laugh. She sputters as she tries to find the accurate words to say that truly expresses her exasperation with Wanderer and I. In the end all she does is stay silent, for once, as she turns to the Traveler to take the lead.

“Ah, that’s more like it. Thanks Paimon. Traveler, I apologize. I have nothing against you personally, but I owe many things to Wanderer. He’s special to me in a way no one else ever will be. Anyone who wishes or inflicts harm upon him will meet a fate worse than death, by my own hand.” I spit out the last sentence and Wanderer gives my hand a squeeze in warning. The traveler quirks a brow at my words, but they continue to remain silent.

A beat of silence passes before the Traveler finally speaks up, “Okay. I don’t completely understand.. everything, but I can see you don’t personally have any ill intent against me. You just seem to be very stubborn.” I guffaw at the Traveler’s words as Wanderer laughs. “That’s the perfect description for her.” He dodges my elbow, and before we know it the tense atmosphere is broken as Paimon fails to hold back a delighted giggle.

“Paimon’s still angry with you, but if you buy Paimon food she’ll forgive you!” I chuckle at Paimon’s words. “Okay, how do you feel about sticky honey roast?” I tease. Paimon gasps before adamantly agreeing to my proposal.

I don’t miss the way the Traveler’s gaze follows me with evident concern in their eyes.

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Once everyone is full from the good food the atmosphere is much lighter, and everyone finally relaxes their tense body language.

“So, how do you two know each other? Paimon’s never seen the Wanderer so… so…” Paimon fails to think of a sufficient word to describe his current demeanor. “Docile?” I jest. Paimon laughs, in agreement with my suggestion, and the Wanderer scoffs.

“Anyway, you seem to know a lot about me. Why’s that?” The Traveler doesn’t beat around the bush. Wanderer also looks a bit curious as he waits for my response. “That’s on a need to know basis and you don’t need to know.” My words cause the once cheerful atmosphere to become tense yet again, but my fit of giggles is quick to dispel the atmosphere. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Gosh you should’ve seen your face!” I laugh and motion towards the Traveler’s now dumbstruck expression.

“I’ve seen you around. I’ve been to every nation of Teyvat, and I often see you around and am privy to all the rumors surrounding you. That’s how I know about all your endeavors.” I surmise. The Traveler elaborates on their question by saying, “But that doesn’t explain how you know about me being the first sage of-“ “Paimon, how’s the sticky honey roast?” “Mmmm, Paimon loves it! Y/n’s a good cook Traveler!” Paimon gulfs down another serving of Sticky Honey Roast, and I can’t help but softly smile at the scene.

When I look at Traveler our eyes meet. They study me for a moment before changing the subject. Whatever they saw in my eyes must’ve quelled their worries enough to dismiss their unanswered question.

It’s not like they aren’t used to unanswered questions anyway.

“Y/n has always been like that. Quick to anger with matters involving me. It began a few months after our meeting….” Wanderer trails off, and I recall the time I destroyed an entire treasure hoarder camp after we were both caught by surprise and Scaramouche took a hit intended for me, which resulted in him needing repairs by the doctor.

Ugh, the doctor.

“I hate that Doctor.” I grumble under my breath. Wanderer snorts and the Traveler’s eyes shoot in my direction. “You know the doctor?” Traveler asks, clearly fishing for information. “I said that doctor, not the doctor. There’s clearly a word difference there.” I smirk at their now furrowed brows. “I see why you two get along now.” A beat passes before I double over in laughter. “She’s usually more friendly. You two just got off on the wrong foot.” “The wrong foot? That ‘foot’ was more like a sword!” As the others bicker I calm myself down enough to speak.

“We’ll definitely be seeing more of each other in the future. Then, you can make your own judgment of me. You can decide whether I’m someone you’d like to keep around by your own means. As long as you don’t hurt the one’s dear to my heart, I see no reason as to why we can’t get along.” I extend my hand towards the Traveler to shake after my little monologue, and I feel satisfied when they only take a moment of hesitance before shaking my hand.

“Alright. It’s a deal.” “Great! Now, Paimon’s eating the Traveler’s share of food!” The Traveler maneuvers their plate of food around Paimon as Paimon attempts to eat their share of food, and I giggle at the scene before me. “How gluttonous.” I hear Wanderer murmur under his breath.

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Once Paimon and the Traveler give Wanderer and I time to “catch up,” it’s silent.

but it’s a comfortable silence.

I blissfully sigh as I sip the last few drops of tea remaining in my cup. This tea tastes especially good since Wanderer was the one who brewed the cup of tea for me.

I smirk as I recall the other’s flabbergasted expressions since he only brewed one cup.

“You really are…” I turn to study Wanderer’s conflicted face as he tries to articulate the message he wishes to convey. I sit in silence as I patiently wait for him to voice his thoughts.

It’s funny since I’m not a very patient person, but for him I’m effortlessly patient.

“You really are something, huh? Stop.. worryingmelikethisdumbassyou-“ He coughs into his fist, his words coming out jumbled together and rushed.

I understand the meaning behind them regardless.

A goofy smile presents itself on my face, and I don’t dare hide it from him. He notices my expression, and it seems to give him the courage he needs to continue speaking. He takes a few deep breaths before he continues. “You may make an enemy of the wrong person one day. I… appreciate your loyalty and sincerity, but stop being a blockhead and rushing into things! Especially when it’s for my sake, you moron.” I predict his movements and dodge his swing this time around.

He looks visibly aghast that I predicted his movements. He comically glances at his hand as I reply, “Honestly Wanderer, when we first met I found you interesting. I don’t know what it was, but I was undeniably attracted to you. I think it was your energy? Like, I could tell you may not be a… ahem, pleasant, person to be around..” I shoot a glance in his direction. I admire the scowl he sports on his lovely lips. “But I had a gut feeling that there was more to you than what meets the eye; I just knew there was something.. inherently good about you beneath the surface. Call me a naive fool- wait no, don’t actually do it because I know you will!” I thankfully say that right as he opens his mouth to do just as I had said. He reluctantly shuts his mouth as he rolls his eyes. “Go on, before I change my mind.” He grumbles more to himself than me.

I feel a sense of nostalgia as I remember when the man before me went by the name of Scaramouche instead of Wanderer. “Anyway, I’m glad I followed my heart and basically forced my way into your life. We all know we wouldn’t be here together like this if I didn’t.” I giggle when he opens his mouth to deny what I said, but yet again shuts his mouth moments later.

“I guess what I’m trying to say with my long winded speech is…” I suddenly turn around to fully face him, and I engulf both of his hands within my own.

I feel my eyes prick with unshed tears as I recall a time I’ve done this before. “After learning about your past…” I close my eyes and recall the day of our reunion, the day the man who no longer referred to himself as Scaramouche finally confided in me. I was beyond grateful and really touched. He isn’t the type of person to tell someone something so personal of his own accord, and it makes my heart swell with my pride knowing I’m the only one he’s ever told.

“It’s clear to me that you’re not just a puppet. You’re someone with feelings; you have a heart. You may not be the best at expressing said feelings..” I snort when he crinkles his nose and his face conveys absolute disgust at my sincere words. “But just like anyone else in this world you deserve to be happy and to be loved. Others may not agree, and that’s okay. I’ve never cared for what others think. You are all that I adore, and if love is what you need, a soldier I will be. I know you have your own baggage to carry and your sins weigh heavily upon your conscience, so let me help you stand up tall and carry that burden. You don’t have to wander alone. …Although we all know you’re more than capable of loving yourself, if you’ll let me, I’d like to love you too.” I squeeze my eyes shut as my chest rapidly rises and falls with panicked breaths.

It took a lot of courage for me to say all of this to him. I hope he doesn’t misunderstand me and think I’m jumping to conclusions. Maybe I am. I hope he doesn’t hate me for it. “Wanderer, I-“ My words are cut off by a surprisingly soft pair of lips against my own. I jump in surprise, then immediately feel embarrassed that I did. A cold hand rests against my cheek, and as I lean against it his lips retract from mine.

I look into his eyes, and all the words he needs to say are found within the depths of his irises. “You’re an angel in this abysmal hell.” His breath fans over me, and I can’t contain my smirk.

“Can I say it? Just this once?” I prompt. His eyes narrow as he knows where this is going. “We’re in the middle of having a sentimental moment and you choose now of all times to be like this?” “I’m not hearing a nooo…” “No.” “But Wanderer it’s literally the title of the fic-“ “I said no.” I let out a dejected sigh and concede with grace.

“Okay…” I mumble. Wanderer blinks at me with a blank expression.

Once.

Twice.

Then full belly laughter erupts from him as he throws his head back and covers his beautiful smile. I quickly reach a hand out to grasp the hand covering his expression of happiness in mine, and he weakly fights against me as his melodious laughter blesses my ears.

“Is that the Wanderer!?” I can hear Paimon’s loud voice outside the door as the Traveler hushes them.

I knew they were eavesdropping. I’ll have to lecture them on the importance of privacy later.

For now, I relish in the alluring sight before me as I feel a peaceful veil of comfort envelop me. This is the happiest I’ve ever seen you since we parted ways on that snowy night.

I know he’ll scold me for thinking this way, but I can’t help but feel that our fates have been intertwined.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x female reader #x reader #reader insert #genshin reader insert #wanderer x you #wanderer x female reader #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche reader insert #wanderer reader insert #genshin impact reader insert #genshin impact x female reader

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tinysweetnight · 10 months ago

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Thinking about it. Might as well do a world-building updates once in a while, just talking.

So what’s TinySweetNight up too? Let me tell you about it in small bullet lists containing updates about each world I have (if can be applied).

Vivarium

Newest world-building project to date. I seriously haven’t actually created a world I plan to stick with since STC and Pantheon like.. 4 years ago? I think Pantheon might be older but that is debatable if you go by which has the oldest character.

This world is like a perfect balance of interests for me personally, it’s an alchemist steampunk world that has almost like a Jim Henson crossed with treasure planet vibe. Homunculi, stained glass windows, bright open skies, and a bit of evil science.

First time I am experimenting with standard fantasy races like Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, etc.

I’ll have to dedicate a post solely for this because it’ll take me a while to explain the magic system here.

Pantheon

Everyone gets animal hands!!! And also an animal form unless your Calypso. I think this ties things better than having very strange specific rules about everything, this is supposed to be fairytale-like. Plus I should make the gods stronger.

Maybe removing Kostas and Aegeus. I love those suckers but, again, they make things too overly complicated and their influence has only been in backstory stuff, never in the main story- besides from a small one-off story with Mars, heir to Alynth. But I think I can remove them if I just say magic is just a bitch like that, monsters are might be Locke’s fault since he’s the god of magic. (But oh, Aegeus banter headcanons are so so funny) I would also have to figure out a different skill set for Charis if I do remove them.

Hydra finally got a title, aka what they were supposed to be the god of. Judgement!

Maverick is still not a catboy and never will be a catboy.

STC

Honestly, still pretty burnt out from this. Everything doesn’t seem.. good. Too edgy. Maybe I’m growing out of aahhhh blood, gore, fun spooks, etc. That usually doesn’t bother me as I’m a fan of campy slashers, but all the time it feels like the characters aren’t acting right. I can’t get them right when I think about them or plan anything with them, especially pertaining to Zstlo. There’s too much I want him to be but it’s all conflicting.

Maybe there is too much stuff going on in the STC, but that’s the point since it’s my sandbox do what I want, I’m not limiting myself to rules world. I have been thinking of boxing storylines into named stories so I can better manage everything.

But there is also the side that everyone else.. seems to like it way more than me. Maybe because I interact with people way more about it, and I found that people seem to like it way more than Pantheon because you get these crazy cool ideas, the setting itself is awesome, and the characters I come up with are cool in concept. But idk. I wish Pantheon or I hope Vivarium gets the same attention. Maybe it’s because Pantheon is more of a story than a setting other people can mess around in. Idk how Vivarium will turn out.

Outlander that is physically apart of the STC and rips open reality.

WhatsMyFace? Added.

Shepard got edgier but same problem as Zstlo.

#tinysweet talks #this kinda turned into a rant at points #worldbuilding

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indraste-darktalon · 2 years ago

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The Wedding (Indy)

Word count: 850 Summary: Indy and Blix get hitched, pre-timeskip! I had her vows written and I was on a plane today and figured I’d write out a little thing so I could show them off to Blix’s player. So here’s a little glimpse into the wedding for everyone. :D Mentions: @blixvoronin @celesterunewhisper @ranekvilmas @mekandawn @xarianazphel (I'm not gonna double ping for those of you who have multiple characters.)

It was strange, having every different little section of her recent life finally gathered into one place. First, the location: a river delta in Nagrand, beneath a large tree, which used to be her favorite place to fish. Second, her friends: Celeste, who had coordinated everything for her and Blix; Ranek, who had agreed to be her best man; and Caythaes, who had written an entire ceremony to marry them by. Twist, too: he had actually arrived early to help her get ready. And then Xarian, whom she’d met in a tavern brawl while Blix was missing, had even agreed to come even though there would be no fighting. Last but not least, her family: her brother had agreed to spend time around their parents to be there for her. And her mother and father had agreed to give him a wide berth.

That was as good as it was going to get for the Darktalons, at least for now.

Her old home. Her closest friends. Her newly rediscovered family. And then, most importantly: her wife, who was also surrounded by her own family and friends. It was the most positive gathering of people she’d been in in decades.

Blix looked stunning. (Indy honestly thought that she looked stunning in almost every situation, but today there was a brightness around her that had been less common since she came back.)

Indy, for her part, had tried: her hair was in a looser, much less severe braid down her back, leaving hair to frame her face. Twist had helped her weave pale yellow flowers into the braid, which was a step up from her usual mess of feathers. She was in a sleeveless dress that she had been working on for months; a soft green, made of leaf-shaped panels of varying sizes layered atop one another to form the bodice and the skirt. She was still barefoot, but she had lip stain on; red, to match her tattoos.

Today wasn't a day for stress. She could get through it without talons and feathers ruining her look.

There was a twinge of stress, though, when the ceremony began and Cay had her and Blix stand in front of them beneath the tree. She felt all the guests' eyes on her, and had to remind herself that every single person there was there to support them. So she held Blix's hands, and smiled down at her, and waited for the time to say her vows. She was going first, and she desperately hoped what she had to say wouldn't turn out to be too long.

Cay indicated it was her turn to speak. Indy took a deep breath, met Blix’s eyes, and squeezed her hands.

"I'm going to start this on a sad note, which is probably not surprising to anyone who knows me." There was the faint sound of scattered laughter, but that was fine; she'd meant it to be a bit self-deprecating. "But you'll soon understand that this time, it's good to start sad."

Blix raised an eyebrow, and Indy continued: "Two decades ago, I lost my hope. Two years ago, I lost my faith. After Outland and Teldrassil, society became unbearable for me. My instinct was to fade away into the wilderness and not give the world a second chance."

No laughter, this time; the only sound when she paused for another breath was the wind in the grass and the branches of the tree above them. Blix was staring up her, expression earnest.

"But then I met you by chance, and within minutes you'd turned one of my most stressful days since coming back into something light-hearted and fun. And then… you just kept doing that."

Indy smiled and reached out to cup Blix's cheek in her hand. "Blix Voronin, you make me want to greet the day again. You make me want to improve my health, and rebuild my connections to other people. And every moment I'm with you, I find something else about you that's worth loving. You've given me a reason to come back to real life, and work through those days that are struggles. You've been endlessly patient with my quirks: my sometimes-talons, the feathers always on the floor of our home… and with my kids, who hopefully haven't flown off with the rings by now."

More laughter, and she and Blix both looked over at Ranek and Kenorian, who had both been tasked with being a perch for Asha and Tilly until it was time for them to fly the rings over. Each of the men had one of the darters on a shoulder.

No crisis so far.

Indy turned her attention back to Blix, and they met eyes again. "By the Night, Blix, I swear to you that I'm going to do everything I can to be just as wonderful to you as you are to me. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you well. I'm your healer, and I'll be at your side every time I'm needed."

She squeezed Blix's hands again, and said the last part of her speech: "I love you, Moonfire. And today, I'm standing here to link myself to you, and tell everyone present that I will always cherish our bond."

Indy's shoulders relaxed, and she exhaled deeply. She'd made it through without stumbling over or forgetting words. The hard part was over; now, all she had to do was listen to what Blix had written, put a ring on her hand, give her a kiss… and then go dance, drink, and party with people who loved them.

Things were good, and while she knew it wasn’t going to be easy… she had faith that they were going to stay that way.

((Indy's wedding dress ref:))

#Indraste Darktalon #blindy #Blix Voronin

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devilsrecreation · 8 months ago

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Thinking about my Outlands spinoff idea again and the black monsters (or “two-leggers” as everyone likes to call them) are EASILY the biggest threat to the Outlanders since they represent poaching and other illegal activities involving wildlife. So I thought I’d make a list of times the Outlanders (feat Makuu) had run-ins with them

Disaimer: TW for mentioned animal death and implied darker themes

- Chungu, Cheezi, Goioi, Tamka, and Nduli being kidnapped one by one to be sold to zoos. I’m not gonna go into TOO much detail about their time as prisoners since I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, but let’s just say it’s not fun

- I will say that Cheezi goes absolutely APESHIT the minute one of their captors messes with Nduli. The rest are mad enough but Cheezi goes feral

- Jasiri, Janja, Reirei, Kiburi, and Sumu battling the same poachers who took their friends (and winning, courtesy of Sumu stinging them so everyone could get away)

- I know I said Sumu’s mom, Nge, was dead by that time, but I wanna give Sumu more of a happy ending. Instead, she’s miraculously alive as a wild caught pet used for scare. The most they did is clip her stinger off so she won’t kill anyone. It’s okay though cuz not only does Sumu help her escape, but he promises to hunt some food for her like a good son :)

- Njano and Hodari getting kidnapped to be a part of The Reptile Pet Trade

- As stated before, Makuu, Kiburi, Kenge, Shupavu, and Kinyonga distract/attack the poachers while Hodari and Njano make a run for it

- Hodari also helps other animals escape in the process :)

- While being trapped, Njano begins to suffer from zoonosis (it fortunately wears off the minute the cage is open but it still freaks Hodari out)

- Remember how I said that Kenge and Hodari teamed up to save Makuu and Kiburi once? I like to think the poachers are to blame for that. They don’t fight the monsters this time (as helping their croc friends is more important), but I like to think one of them makes eye contact with Kenge and Kenge manages to scare them off

- Kujivunia dies at the hands of the poachers. She knew they were bad news so she told Makuu (who was probably a teen at the time) to get Pua, but when they came back, it was too late

- Kiburi and Ucheshi end up fighting back to back to fend them off as part of their Trail to Udugu

- I have a feeling they would be the antagonists in “Kifamilia Means Family”. They’d see Chungu all alone and try to capture him in order to be given to a shitty zoo.

- I like to think Chungu would be oblivious at first, but throughout the story, he learns the dangers of the two-leggers and actively tries to avoid them while on his quest

- Bonus if, like Kion with the Season 3 villains, Chungu is the reason the poachers became a threat in the first place since he inadvertently leads them to the Outlands

#i know humans don’t exist in the tlk universe so i made them monsters #still keeping all these pretty tame since i honestly can’t stand poaching #these could be really good fanfics honestly #also giving makuu some trauma while i’m at it #drawing the line on how they get kujivunia tho #though i think njano briefly getting zoonosis is the darkest hc i have #tlg outlanders #the lion guard

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valleyofthemachinegods · 2 years ago

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Jarrok: 👀😍 💞🔥🧸 (I need to know how xyraan gets to tease him ok)

Agonia: 👙👂💘

Leika'le: 👃💌💐

Khi: 🚲🦴

Piping Hot OC Asks || @oolathurman

Jarrok:

👀 Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage?: Yes. Absolutely, yes. And, again, yes to the utmost; he has used his attractiveness to his advantage to manipulate. Well. Everyone he's ever needed to manipulate lmao. Not like an Agent-level of seduction prowess, but throwing out a subtle flirt or a well-timed smile if necessary to lower someone's guard. This was definitely more of an Academy days thing, though. Outlander Jarrok is admittedly too tired(TM) to bother, because if someone is already going to disagree with him, they can kriff off. He still has an ego though, because he is still very, very pretty.

😍 What does your OC find irresistible in others?: Confidence. The ability to speak one's mind and damn the consequences (very intriguing for this particular Sith Lord tbh). Someone taking charge is very attractive to him (unless it's taking away his charge lmao).

💞Do they treat sex casually or do they view it as something with a lot of emotional weight?: For the most part, he treats it very casually. Long term relationships weren't very common for him, especially when he was younger, but man-- when there is an emotional connection, he treats sex as something sacred... in his own personal way that probably wouldn't even be perceived by his lover.

🔥What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?: I had to think about this omg. He likes lace, especially in all the right places. Being threatened. Whispering in his ear, light kisses behind the shell of the ear. Collarbone kisses. And, because he's a messed up Sith that needs therapy, a little bit of violence/prowess on the battlefield. Actually, that's not even just because of his... issues... but Jarrok is a duelist. He finds form and balance in fighting to be very attractive -- definitely a thing that drew him to Agonia in the verse where they're briefly together.

🧸 Into public displays of affection or are they more reserved?: He's neutral about it, tbh. I think it depends more on his partner's preference. That said, he'd never shy away from public hand holding, kissing, makeouts... or even things that border on public indecency.

Agonia:

👙What kind of underwear do they use? Is it pretty or functional?: Most functional. She has a lot of scars from her torture on Varadan and do to disobeying her master as an apprentice. While she is very sex-positive and a lover of FWBs, she rarely wears lingerie, because she thinks it'd be wasted on her scarred body. :(

👂Does your OC have an attractive voice?: I think so. I headcanon almost all of my OCs voices as something way different than SWTOR canon (except for Jarrok's because Mark Bazeley is a fiend). For Agonia, I've always heard her sounding a bit like Cecilie Stenspil's portrayal of Eivor (example here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) but a bit lower and raspier. She does have some vocal chord damage. The mask that she's almost always wearing distorts everything even more, of course.

💘Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?: A good flirt? I'd give her a B+. Charming? Absolutely not. She tries, but her inability to connect with other emotionally makes this pretty tricky. There is a charm about her, but it's something that's really seen after spending some time with her. It's definitely not something that people remember her for lmao.

Leika'le:

👃Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?: This is weird and I have no idea why, but I've always thought that Lei would have a very light vanilla and sandalwood scent about her. So... yes?? Aside from times when she simply can't, she's showered and has a good hygiene regiment (especially when her hair is really long!). Fun fact: her shampoo of preference is Alderaanian flame-lily scented.

💌How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other?: Lei is not good at planning. It's not because she doesn't care to or anything, she simply finds most of her ideas to be subpar and, well, just not good enough. So, instead of something extravagant, she'd plan something small and intimate, like a dinner and then a walk in nature/under the stars, or a night in watching bad holo-movies.

💐What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?: Lei's poke-type is chaotic lesbian, so her way of courting is: Sparring as a way to flirt! Smashing Corellian beer cans with her forehead before recycling! Fighting the guy that accidentally spilled a drink on her potential gf's clothing! Blurting out "you are so kriffing pretty!" at the most random and inopportune moments!

Khi:

🚲Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?: I'd say she's more monogamous. Khi isn't the jealous type and she probably could be involved with more than one person at a time (she has a lot of love to give) but... she's way too tired for that. One relationship is exhausting.

🦴Does your OC have much sexual experience? What are they like?: Not a lot of experience, no. Most of her time has been spent focused on work and survival, and honestly her libido isn't high. So, she's a bit shy in bed, certainly more submissive at this point in her life, but that could change.

#oolathurman #jarrok kosokhan.#darth agonia.#leika'le kela'an.#khi vreetoas.#sorry for any typos #still sick and going back to bed now hah

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the-endless-traveler · 4 months ago

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FFXIV Write 2024 #24 - Bar

More often than not, people within Shaaloani would ask me the same question when I mention my home in those parts. "How did an outlander managed to get a hold on an old joint?" That story is as fun as it gets, and I admit I never get old sharing that adventure and my early days in Tural. It all started when I got my hunting and travel permit from the old Dawnservant, three years ago.

At the time, I was already known amongst Vipers as someone who would hunt anything as long as it was a paid work, and this fact did not changed. Pay me, and my blades are yours... unless you try to cross me. I hunt, crimes is not in my alley. This is how it started. A crew of "treasure hunters" hired me to clean off an old ruin in Shaaloani, nicknaming themselves "the Sandchasers". A peculiar group that sounded and looked more like common bandits than treasure seekers, but I went along for now. They offered a part of their loot as pay and an early bonus from the start, it would have been folly to refuse... and I must admit my pockets were a bit empty at the moment.

And so, we made road to the mentioned ruin, a place unexplored even by the tribes littering Xak Tural. Whatever was hiding in those buildings could be dated from a time where the Yok Huy were rulers of this land, of even earlier, according to one of the people who hired me. How come someone versed in history ended being a mere treasure hunter, I wondered, but the question did not went in the table until we settled a campfire at the entrance of the ruin. They asked about my story, and so we shared a tradition of my clan.

"One who shares its saga shall do with pleasure, but for a story told, another shall follow."

The Sandchasers were indeed bandits, at first. People who were stranded on Tural, snuck in Shaaloani and lived off the pockets of others, and often caught by the Dustwatch without a stop by the bar and without enjoying their freshly caught pel. They decided to have a change of pace and see if an old ruin could bring them a better reputation, using their knowledge for better than snatching pockets. One knew of Tural history, another was an unsuccesful hunter. Each of them had skills who were useful in their own way, but not enough for the daily life of Tural... Then I had an idea.

We never went into that ruin. Instead, one of the Chasers lead us to an abandoned saloon at the fringes of Shaaloani, further past the old ruin and its mysteries. According to her, it was a family heirloom they never had the chance to restore, and they never really wanted it to begin with. Yet, with their choice to change path while it wasn't too late, restoring that old joint would be a first step towards a better life, and we went to work. Days, weeks even passed until we managed to restore that old saloon into a more respectable place. As we finished, she decided to give that old building to me as thanks... and also offered to work here too. More surprises. She was a barmaid in a saloon until she beat up the owner to a pulp after he was wildly inappropriate with her, and was roaming the sands since. Indeed, she gave me an idea...

And this is how I became Rayne, the Sandchaser's leader and owner of a saloon somewhere in Shaaloani. I still own it, and they still work for me to this day. We offer bandits a second chance, and if they waste it, they are hunted like any other prey. More often than not, they fail to seize their chance and try to turn the Sandchaser against Shaaloani or even me...

... But nobody with sense would mess with a resting predator, right?

#writing #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxivwrite2024

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spoilertv · 1 year ago

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#SpoilerTV

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trickstarbrave · 2 years ago

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#No but teally

#I'm obsessed with the idea of Dagoth Ur having enough of Voryn left in him that he actually puts the Nerevarine at his side

#All this time. All the people who would use them (the Empire. The Great Houses

#Even Vivec and Almalexia)

#And then there's Dagoth Ur. Every part of Voryn's existence pushed to it's extreme

#And while he sends dream after dream beckoning the Nerevarine to join him at Red Mountain

#(the first dream being a literal wedding)

#When the Nerevarine finally appears... He tries to kill them

#But if everypart of Voryn was at its extreme then the loyalty to Neht would be too. And I think he'd be obsessed with getting Neht back

#No matter if its even the same person. In his three mad eyes. It's his Nerevar

#And again. After all these people pushing them to be something or serve them in some way...

#Why wouldn't the Nerevarine join Dagoth?

#What do they have to lose? The Empire used them like a puppet. The people of Morrowind hate them for being an Outlander.

#The Ashlanders. Even those who know the full prophecy. Despise the fact the Nerevarine is an Outlander.

#All While Dagoth Ur has tried to make them join him at his side from day one.

#What could Vivec do? They've spent centuries killing anyone who may be an Incarnate and hangs death over thier own people

#Ayem only wants to rule. Be loved. And be a God

#She and Vivec would both kill the Nerevarine when they were no longer useful.

#Dagoth sais what he wants. For the Nerevarine to come to him. In his flesh and of his flesh

#Apologies for the rant in the tags but I've been obsessed with the idea of Love Mad Dagoth for years!

i can say objectively that dagoth ur is a bad guy with bad plans and is literally a violent nationalist but i also love this take tbh. it’s a fun lil messed up idea and i love a fucked up little romance with an undead god

i did this dagoth ur picture for @nerevar-quote-and-star‘s pinup challenge only for my wife to tell me 75% way through the picture that this is in fact not a pin up. so.

this is all i got

maybe on another prompt ill get it right 😔 oh well

anyways if the ash vampires dont drink blood why are they called vampires???? false advertising. let dagoth ur drink some blood

#im weak to bad guys okay #vivec screaming begging the nerevarine not to text their toxic ex back

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dreamii-yume · 3 years ago

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Darling Lumine Brainrot {Part 2}

Because yes, I am continuing this series lol

Kaeya

Kaeya is a sly man. Bastard, but he knows how to play his cards correctly.

The moment he becomes enticed with Lumine’s backstory—He’s dead-set on his goal to have her wrapped around his hands. She was a cute outlander after all, way too small and vulnerable for this cruel world. Maybe not anyone could, but Kaeya could absolutely tell how heavy the unspoken trauma that those fragile shoulders is carrying.

Kaeya is that type of guy to only see Lumine as a valuable asset at first, strictly for business and the fact that she happens to be cute was just an added bonus...But as time goes on, she slowly becomes this endearing thing that Kaeya couldn’t help but latched onto. I mean—They’re both individuals who experienced the burden of losing a dear family member, wouldn’t that make them so compatible with each other? The more he spends time with her, the more infatuated he becomes. Lumine is just so interesting! How can he just look away from her like that?

But then, he starts getting touchy, clingy, and incredibly needy at some point—Making Lumine relive all the things she didn’t want to remember with her brother, he was starting to act a little too close to home and her gut feeling is not liking the looks of it. She stays still at first, letting it all happen because really...That's all she knows on doing when faced with this kind of situation—Her brother used to do this to her back then so...A hand on her waist? Thighs? Face? Chest? It's normal right? Just…friendly gestures.

Then the hand goes beyond just touching, going underneath her dress and his suggestive whispers rung through her ear…That's when she remembered what Aether used to say about men and what will happen that made her violently steps back. Cold sweat forms on her skin as she silently panicked by excusing herself, leaving Kaeya dumbfounded and quite frankly, a bit frustrated.

His plan didn’t work out as much as he expected it to be, he could’ve sworn she was ready—His way of seduction had worked on many men and women before, there’s no way he messed anything up…But perhaps, he needed to rethink his choices here after all. He’s a bit bitter from the active refusal, but Lumine is a little special—It wouldn’t hurt to spare more effort on her now, would it? Surely, the outcome would’ve been rewarding in the end.

This is where Kaeya’s true colors comes in—His tendency to play dirty when things doesn't go according to plan. He’ll most definitely turn to the easiest way he knew how on laying someone to bed in quite...subtle ways. By that, I meant drugs or alcohol strong enough to knock Lumine out, just something to keep her unconscious…But it's more than likely that Kaeya is the type to keep his drugs just right, maybe something that's just enough to keep her conscious but in an absolute daze, too listless to even move. After all, it's not that fun to dip your dick into someone if you can't at least hear what they feel, right?

It’ll all be a blur for our female traveler, but for Kaeya…It’s a breeze through the storm, he could finally lay his hands on her without much struggle.

Her mind is woozy—Her eyes blurry, not even sober enough to process why her body is moving up and down. Was that sounds of bed creaking? Who’s…touching her? K-Kaeya? What is he doing…? Lumine can’t quite understand her situation, that's the whole point, but she can feel his hands on her. It’s so cold, yet so hot—Where are her clothes, and Kaeya’s too? Both her head and body are…aching. Ah, so many questions...

Even in this drunken state, Lumine was still as cute as ever—It didn't even take her that many glass of liquor to have her in this state. Kaeya could only bet on the that this might just be the first time she drank a drop of wine, whatever kind of background does she have to even taste such delicacy?

It's great though, Kaeya doesn't need to hold back and he's free to mark her skin with teeth marks and bruises in a way that people can surely see. The way she moans every time his dick would lodged deep inside her awaiting pussy, such tightness felt absolutely wonderful. She occasionally says his name, eyes half-lidded and a drool trails down on the side of her mouth.

Lumine could recognized him, but not the situation she’s in—How amusing.

Kaeya is an opportunist, he had the chance to play with her all night long and that he will do, eventually becoming rougher and manhandling her body into different positions. She’s in a state of confusion, unconscious but not—It’s rare to have this chance again, so what’s stopping him from fucking her as if it’s the last time?

By the time it was over, Lumine had already long passed out and in a deep sleep with cum leaking out of her freshly-fucked hole. Kaeya’s a gentleman, so he’ll handle the aftercare from here on out—Making sure that Lumine will have a nice, good sleep after a nice, good fuck.

Who knows? Maybe once she wakes up, her body will crave his touch unconsciously and comes back for more, willingly this time.

Oh, imagine the look on Little Lumine’s face the moment she wakes up in someone else’s bed—Covered in bruises and barely able to walk after all the fucking she unknowingly received…and most importantly, the absolute horror in her eyes once she realized who that naked guy beside her is...

The man would have the absolute audacity to even say "Good Morning" to her—With that smug-ass smile of his.

#genshin impact #yandere #ship #kaelumi #yume brainrot #darling lumine

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