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suffering-frombrain-rot · 1 year ago

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Obey me brothers + crew watching MC do a diamond painting

I've never done a post like this before, let alone anything for this fandom, but I'm doing a diamond painting myself, and these boys decided to rotate in my brain while doing so. I hope ya'll enjoy this crack post!

Lucifer

-he thinks it's an interesting concept

-he likes checking in on your progress as you place the tiny gems on the right spaces

-far too tedious and time consuming for him to do

- if he ever had a break, then he'd maybe like to try it out with you

-he'd let you work on it in his office while he works as long as you SWEAR you wont make a mess with the gems

-if you do happen to spill some, he'll make sure you pick up every last one, double and triple check that they're all accounted for

-if you give it to him, hed definitely frame it and put it either in a hallway or in his room

Mammon

-he thinks its dumb, why would you spend so much time doing something like that when you could just get a premade one or the same image without the gems?

-he loves watching you do it, he'll say all that to your face, but we all know he'd wanna watch you the whole time

-gets exited when you send him updates, but he'll just respond with a "nice" or something

-he'd wanna try it out with you so you get him one of his own

-he spills the crystals all over the sticky part on accident

-doesn't know how the tools work, he'd also put them on upside down on accident

-he'd frame your finished one and hang it above his bed~

-he's never letting his see the light of day

Leviathan

-he'd play lots of puzzle games, so he sees the appeal in doing something like that

-it's said in a group chat, idk what it was called, but he likes to be able to be in a room with a person and do two completely different things, he doesn't need constant communication or even doing the same thing as the person really to be happy in their presence

-so I'd like to imagine he'd love having you work on your project on the floor of his room while he plays a game or watches a anime

-he'd occasionally check up on you to see your progress!

-maybe he'd order his own of Hana Ruri off Akuzan to work on with you the next time you bring it over to his room

-I don't think he'd hang it anywhere if you offered to give it to him, boy has too many posters on his wall anyways

-he'd say that you worked too hard on it to give it away to someone so quickly

Satan

-my true love <3

-anyways

-Satan is an art enthusiast and gives me a 'try anything and everything' type of vibe

-he'd want to do one with you, he'd make a date of it and everything

-get him a cat one PLEASE!!!

-he'd probably also like one of the starry night, but cats are the top priority 👌

-he'd start to get a bit impatient over time, and a little frustrated if he makes a mistake or spills the gems everywhere

-but he has you with him, so he can easily laugh it off and go back to working on it

-especially if you're enjoying doing it with him, that's the most important part!

-he'd probably want to trade with you once you both finish with them!

Asmodeous

-Also very artistic, like Satan

-he'd comment on how you're doing

"Wow! Your hands are so steady~"

"You have such a nice concentration face!"

-all the compliments might get frustrating if you're trying to focus, but it's okay because you love him

-he'd get one to do with you once you finish your first one, he'd love the closeness of working on such a long project with you

-he is very VERY good at the placement of every gem, he does nails and makeup as well as art occasionally so it is only natural

-he wants it to be perfect

-definitely posting work in progress pics on Devilgram

-takes pics of you working for himself~ he loves the candid shots

-and of course posts the final products together once ya'll finish

-he'd let you hold onto the one you did together so you can look at it and think of him~

Beelzebub

-he'd try to eat it

-it looks like little candies

-candy goes in his mouth

-simple math

-but seriously, make sure he's not gonna eat it if you do one of these around him

-he'd try his hardest to help you out if you ask, but I don't think he has the hand-eye coordination

-like Levi, I think he'd like to watch you in silence as you work on it

-maybe do some workouts while you work?

-he'd probably want to hang it on the fridge since that's where he is a lot of the time, and the others can look at it when they're in the kitchen :)

Belphegor

-Belhpie probably wouldn't care all that much

-he'd think it's pretty, but watching you work on it is putting him to sleep

-he'd probably also want to help you with it, just so it doesn't take you too long

-he can just tell that working on it hurts your back from being hunched over for too long

-go lay down with him, it'd be much nicer, he could rub your back as you both fall asleep

-there's always tomorrow to work on it

-he'd wanna show your work to Beel once it's done

-hed also wanna hang it on one of the walls on his side of the room

Diavolo

-LET HIM DO ONE TOO

-PLEASE

-IT LOOKS LIKE SO MUCH FUN!

-he'd watch you do it, then try to learn the best ways to do one himself

-(may be projecting a little here) he wouldnt know that you could place more than one at a time

-gets well over a quarter or so of the way through before realizing the long thing at the end of the pen you can use to place multiple down at once

-he feels silly but that's okay because hes having fun!

-he'd get one for Barbs too so the three of you could work on it together during any free time you have

-Puts too much pressure while going to pick up the gems and spills them all over out of the tray

-you help him clean them up every time, and you frequently have to use tweezers to take the gems off of the spaces of the picture they spilled on

-even if it's a messy process, you both have lots of fun making them

-he'd put it on his desk in a frame if you gave him yours

-you probably gave it to him as compensation for his messed up one

-shows it off every chance he gets

Barbatos

-if he sees that you're struggling with your project, he'd take over for a bit to show you the best way to do it

-he's like an annoying art teacher that keeps correcting your project when you didn't ask for it

-it's fine though, just tell him you don't need help and he'll respectfully leave you to your work

-he'd make you tea and snacks while you work if you're someone like me who gets too absorbed in your work to take a break

-also would massage your shoulders while idly talking with you about whatever topics your conversation leads

-he'd organize the bags of gems for you, makes sure everything is neat and tidy weather or not you ask for it

-if you wanted to give it to him, he'd happily set it up somewhere visible in the castle

Simeon

-Ugh!

-he'd love watching you work on it!

-he thinks its so pretty how it comes together and becomes so vibrant!

-he'd go and get several to bring up to the celestial realm

-he'd love working on them outside in the light of the celestial realm because of how shiny they are!

-he'd definitely hide things from you just to mess with you

-you need a certain color? Simeon has it in his pocket

-you set your tool down to do something else? He's grabbed it

-will give it back if you kiss him~ he promises <3

-he'd cherish it forever if you gave it to him when you're done!

Solomon

-he'd use magic to mess with you

-inverting the colors, making the colors the same, placing them on the spots for you with magic

-TELL HIM TO STOP

-the fossil has no right

-anyways hes like Simeon with the prank pulling

-he'd stop once you tell him and will revert the changes, then would go back to watching you peacefully as you work

-would be so so happy if you gave it to him, he'd brag to the others that you gave him such a personal and intricate gift

-he's gonna get killed by the others some way or anthother

-but that's fine

-he loves toying with death

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #omnb #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me mc #obey me brothers

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okifyouinsist · 1 month ago

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tagged by @killerandhealerqueen (i just keep forgetting abt this one SIGH but i have free time rn and im committed)

1. why did you choose your url?

growing up, i just wasn't a social media girl purely bc of the fact that my parents were super strict and I assumed they wouldn't allow me to have it and I just never really saw the appeal anyways. Then later a few friends basically forced me to make my first account and because i wasn't very creative and thought i was the funniest bitch ever i made my first user 'ifyouinsist' and it just kinda stuck ig

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.

nope. i fear if i had a sideblog id end up neglecting it and forget abt it or make it my new main blog and neglect this blog and this blog is literally my baby

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

well i've had an account since like end of 2019, beginning of 2020???? (im pretty sure) i didnt like use my account tho i just had it to look at other ppls blogs not my own, i only acc recently made up my blog up properly and started posting this year when it was like 2 am and i was on holiday to visit my home country and my mum and my aunts were gossiping and i was like whatever who tf cares how late i am to a fandom and the rest was history

4. do you have a queue tag?

nope, my drafts are a terrifying place and if they ever saw light id die

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

to reblog pretty art and to compliment writers on ao3 AND on tumblr bc they deserve everything and more

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

logan sargeant. need i say any more???? hes my bsf in spirit

7. why did you choose your header?

loscar. LOSCAR. loscar. i am very much totally normal abt them i swear (lying through my teeth rn). they're just my everything unfortunately and sometimes i like to say the fist bump is their version of intertwining their fingers together

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

ik this bc it was the first i myself made and it was abt loscar obviously and i thought i was SO funny (im not) and its lowk still such a flop post but its MY flop post so here it is :)

9. how many mutuals do you have?

idk man im shy (scared of rejection) so i dont have a lot, like genuinely let me go see acc, oh ig its me and my 14 moots against the world i love you guys fr

10. how many followers do you have?

BYE my 26 followers are my 4 lifers fr (im such a flop this is hilarious)

11. how many people do you follow?

37 (sigh need to follow more ppl RN)

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

im gonna be so real idk what defines as a shit post but most probably yeah

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

idk im acc really inconsistent like ill be MIA for 2 whole days and the next week ill be on tumblr like for most of my day when i can its very confusing like today ive not been on it a lot im academically locking in and all that

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

ummm no. like. if i see someone i follow getting hate ill send them a supportive ask and then at the end of it be like anon ur such a loser get a life but other than that. nope.

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

im very much neutral abt them, like idc if i need to reblog it yk if i want to i will if i dont then i wont

16. do you like tag games?

YES (said in a very normal voice)

17. do you like ask games

YES. i love getting asks id cry if someone sent an ask (i have one rotting away from a moot rn i WILL answer it i swear)

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

can i say all my moots. i wanna say all my moots they're all famous in my eyes guys, i start tagging its gonna end with all my moots being tagged but like @killerandhealerqueen and @dwarvenchords were the first 2 ppl to come to my mind theyre both just the coolest fr

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

nah. i have FRIEND crushes on literally all of them tho. wanna be their friends SO bad

20. what is the last song you listened to?

Mamichula- Bizarrap

21. what are you currently watching?

in my docuseries era rn watching breakpoint (STILL)(i only have time on the weekends rn SIGH)

22. sweet/ savoury/ spicy?

sweet. im such a 'lets skip the dinner and just get dessert' kinda girl

23. what is your current relationship status?

this is SUCH a complicated question to answer but heavily leaning more towards single

24. what is your current obsession?

sports. like just sports in general. like ive always been a casual fan of sports but i never used to take a deep dive into it but this year i decided to dive, and i dived VERY deep, so like motorsports, tennis, football, cricket, trying to get into hocky rn im collecting them atp. also. documentaries. like when i get time ill be binge watching like 5 documentaries i just love them sm

25. what are nine albums/ songs you've been listening to lately?

wish i could tell you fr, i mean, rn im re listening to SOUR by Olivia Rodriguez AGAIN bc thats the way my life is going SIGH, Olivia is my favourite basic artist fr, nothing compares to listening to SOUR for the first time in 2021

ANYWAYS, thanks again for the tag i really appreciate it, im gonna tag @ezisregrettinglifedecisions @fabeong @whatssthepooiintt

#tag game #these are so fun im such a yapper #i love talking abt myself #sass i really appreciate u tagging me it means the world to me fr #also punctuation who????#need to fix up so bad im so bad at typing with punctuation this is AWFUL

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laprimera · 9 months ago

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ooh lemme warm up to valentines day stuff with ship talk:

*- depends on how well you know her that dictates the relationship. it's casual and light if you're dating her outside/"Primera" persona. aloof, considerate and put together but very distant. she's on her best, tailored behavior with most of your dates and together-time in public spaces. it's for show, it's happened here and there for press or to make certain events or relations happen ( usually both parties are in on it ).

*- if you're close it's a whole different experience. she's compassionate, ditzy at times, a mess all the time, and very open and empathetic. the best dates aren't out but away from crowds and the persona/job. it means telenovela-thons under a blanket on the couch and needing to explain every plot twist ever. snuggling closer ofcourse.

*- love language through touch. it's gentle hands on a shoulder or arm when she passes by or wanting to hold your hand with fingers laced. you'll have her pressing the side of heads together affectionately or long hugs and holds. absolutely loves having her hair brushed (probably needs the help tbh) or stroking hair with a head in her lap or shoulder.

*- petnames and small phrases of affection most likely. you know just how well she likes you with what she calls you. amor and corazon are for lovers for example. she has never said te amo until it's true and real.

*- very VERY passionate on the more intimate side. wont elaborate too much for the sake of a casual post. casual one offs are rare but do happen. she usually wont pursue one night stands romantically as she sees them as more of a moment of mutual need. not impossible though!

*- views relationships as together in all senses. it's no longer friendship as it is a partnership that not only needs romance but work to build into something more. none of it is casual once in and loyalty is valued especially.

*-this all being said she can be possessive, overly concerned and a little clingy at times. aloof and one-note with the chilliest cold shoulder you'll ever experience too if she's upset. goodness knows she can hold a grudge or issue for who knows how long until the other person brings it up. she's very distant and to this day hasn't forgiven old flames.

#headcanon. ･ﾟ ✹#most of it is helping her get out in the mornings for the work rush

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rachel-of-autumnbow · 1 year ago

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Day 10 of @fanovember: Online Dating

Vax is surprising his online girlfriend by watching her performance (and her) for the first time irl.

Vaxleth. Fucking cute i almost died writing this shit. Soft Vax. Feat Korring being the best dad. Probably grammar mistakes. Enjoy.

10. Online Dating

Vax put his phone back in his inside pocket and straightened the jacket lapels for the millionth time. He hated formal robes in general, but suits were a special kind of hatred for him. He had a comfortable set of clothes back in the motorbike chest. “Only a couple of hours,” he thought. “Then back to moving freely.” He waited until the theater doors opened and tried to sneak inside. It would have been easy, if it wasn’t for the flowers he was holding.

Kiki: im so nervous i think im gonna puke 🤮

Vax: itll be fine, its not the first time you do this

Kiki: it’s not the same today, my dad came

Vax: im sure he’ll be very proud of you

Kiki: i hope i don’t mess this up

Vax: you wont you’re a great actress

Kiki: you never saw me on stage

Kiki: or ever

Vax: yet

Kiki: anyway, i should get ready

Vax: go break a leg

Kiki: thanks babe 💚

“Hey, you, I will need your ticket, please.”

“Oh, sorry.” Vax pretended to look for his entrance ticket he didn’t have in his pockets. “I must have left it at home.”

“Sorry, sir, no entrance, no show.”

Vax nodded. “Alright, at least could you make sure to give this to Keyleth by the end of the play? Please.”

The doorman sighed. “Fine, but get out.” Vax turned around and pouted as he examined the hall for a different way to get in.

“Excuse me, young man.”

Vax looked at the man behind him, “yes, sir, I was about to leave…”

“Oh, no, it’s not that. I couldn’t help but hear you’re an admirer of my daughter?”

Vax blinked. His mind quickly showed him the pictures he had seen him in. Pictures that Keyleth had sent him or posted. “Yes, that can be said.” The man smiled in the same way Keyleth did in their facetimes. ‘I can’t believe I’ve met my girlfriend’s father in real life before even seeing her’.

“May I know your name?”

“Vax’ildan, sir.” The man stared at him for a second as they shook hands and he ended up laughing.

“Oh, so you’re that Vax! It’s a pleasure to meet you. Keyleth talks a lot about you, and now I can see why.” Vax cleared his throat and felt a hand on his shoulder. “Does she know you’re here?”

“No, sir. I had a surprise planned.”

“And you left your ticket at home.”

“Actually… The gas and the flowers took all my savings. I was going to, well…”

“Sneak in?” Vax sighed and nodded. He never felt sorry or ashamed of the things he had to do due to his lack of money, but at that moment, he would rather Kiki’s dad not know any of it. “Then consider this your lucky day, come with me.”

“Sir?” The man didn’t say anything, just went to the doorman and gave him a ticket, pointing at Vax. The guy nodded and let them both in with a gesture. Vax followed Keyleth’s father through a corridor, then up a bunch of stairs and a door that led to a box, right in front of the stage. Probably the best seats in the theater.

The man invited him to sit in one of the front seats. “I always get two tickets for Keyleth’s performances, just in case me and my wife happen to be in town to come. I could make it this time, but she didn’t.”

“Thank you, sir.” Vax sat by his side. He had never been in a box before. He could see people under him moving like a sea of heads, slowly finding their place.

Keyleth’s father, Korrin, as it happened to be his name, talked to him while they waited for the play to start. They talked about their families, friends, and how he had met Keyleth. His pocket buzzed.

Kiki: i thought they were kidding about the sold out but they werent!

“Is that her?” Korrin asked.

Vax nodded. “Yes, she’s quite anxious about today.” He was tempted to say something like ‘yeah, i can see that’, but he didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

In that moment, the lights faded as the off voice started saying the welcoming. The play was fun, all of the actors were indeed amazing. Vax knew some of them, he had made friends with Keyleth’s circle during their relationship. He was aware, although he didn’t really care, of how dumb faced he looked when Keyleth made her first appearance.

Vax: that means there are so many people that want to see your brilliance.

Kiki: most of these are Scanlan admirers.

Vax: i refuse to believe none of them came for you

Vax: its mathematically impossible

Kiki: i thought you hated math

Vax: thats not the point

Kiki: i know 😁

Kiki: i wish you were here 😞

Vax: be careful what you wish for, it could come true

He had seen her in pictures, he had heard her in voice notes and calls, but none of that did justice to her. He imagined himself jumping out that box, running to the stage and kissing her right that moment, but he didn’t want to mess the show. He stood there, mouth half open and heart pining and longing.

Vax didn’t part eyes from the stage until the end, when the doorman entered the scene during the final bows with his bouquet. He handed it to Keyleth, who read the note and started scanning the crowd. Vax stood up and thanked Korrin for everything before heading out.

He waited in the hall for quite some time, he saw everyone go out and half an hour later, even Korrin waved at him when he was heading out. “I didn’t tell her a word. She’ll be out soon.”

Vax smiled, although he has a bundle of nerves. “Thanks.”

Ten more minutes passed and he heard steps in the hall. "Vax?" He turned around and he felt his heart splutter.

"Hey, Kiki." He could only catch her and spin around in a hug. Her hair smelled like freshly cut grass and her laughter was probably the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard.

"I can't believe you're here." Keyleth pulled away to look at him.

Vax put a lock of her hair behind her ear. "I told you to be careful what you wish for."

Keyleth's smile became even brighter. "Did you watch the show too?"

Vax stroked her face, unable to believe he was actually doing what he had been dreaming of for so long. "Yeah, you're amazing, you know?"

"I-I mean… you came all the way to see me."

"Yeah… I also came to do something else."

"Really? Wha—"

Vax didn't hold the kiss anymore.

#critical role #fanovember #the legend of vox machina #vox machina #cr1 #critical role fanfiction #critical role tlovm #critical role vax #tlovm #vaxleth #vaxildan #vax'ildan #critical role keyleth #keyleth of the air ashari #keyleth

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fantasiac · 6 months ago

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Hundreds of Ideas I want in a 2D Sonic Game, based around Sonic and Knuckles as the only two playable characters. - !! Warning !! There is ALOT of reading in this, and minor Story Spoilers for my Ivory AU, if you can find them

This is a complete mess, but if you manage to get through it all, feel absolutely free to use any of these, I wrote most of these in Notepad at 3AM, and then sent it into my project discord, I just use discord as milanote sometimes, it isn't a public server... yet ;)

these ideas can still change for the actual game project

(also don't poke fun at my grammar, I was tired and rushing all of these ideas down to not forget them)

some patchups (you'll understand when reading the parts Im talking about) == - when talking about adaptive music, after I say "seamless" I meant to say "Charge", but it auto-corrected to "Change" and it changes the whole context of what I was talking about

hope you find good use for these, bc they probably wont ever see the light of day in my project, I am still going to eventually tell the story in comics, but don't get your hopes up lol

also the designs for sonic and knuckles are on a separate post a little further down on my profile

#sth #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #knuckles #knuckles the echidna #sonic ivory #ivory au #sonic fangame #sonic fangame project #game design ideas #game #game ideas #you can use them all you want!!!!!

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mokacheer · 4 months ago

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hahaha thanks for the mass tag game @ruanbaijie this shall be fun!

aka: nine albums or songs I've been listening to lately x nine people I’d like to get to know better x tag game with no name

1. why did you choose your url? - no idea, my theories are that i was obsessed with rosario + vampire so i took moka, and since moka is cheery/happy i just bam. i honestly don't know 💀

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them. - i used to have a ton because younger me dabbled in the RP world (lets not remember those times but remember the cool people i befriended) but right now no just this blog and the other blog i help run <3 @otomokatsuhiro (if you love old anime youll immediately follow ;) )

3. how long have you been on tumblr? - since may 2012 😵 (save me)

4. do you have a queue tag? - nah

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? - an old friend of mine told me about it and actually made this blog for me. now thinking about it idk if it was her that came up with the name, if i had a different name to begin with... no clue :s

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp? - its yuki!!! must i explain why?! (plus it matches my vibe here alot of mutuals say im super sweet or a ray of sunshine ((ily it makes me happy everytime i get that hehe)))

7. why did you choose your header? - it just matches the overall pink cute vibe :p

8. what’s your post with the most notes? - still to this day its a 29 frame gif of a phone ending call... here

9. how many mutuals do you have? - i counted at the beginning of the year and i believe i had 108? but now obviously its 108+ :D

10. how many followers do you have? - 17.2k+ x-x

11. how many people do you follow? - 544! i remember at one point i wanted to keep the number limited but thats so stupid!!

12. have you ever made a shitpost? - uhhhh probably when i was younger. i used to constantly post #personal text posts so idunno

13. how often do you use tumblr each day? - help me

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? - yeah a small amount of times, most would be reposters telling me "no this is my gif i made this! i wont remove this from my blog!" with my watermark clear as day in the corner lol..

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts - meh it's your blog at the end of the day, if you want to reblog something do it, if you dont dont. it's sad to see most people just like posts but they come from different platforms and fail to realize what kind of site tumblr is. hopefully eventually they will get it tho! amen

16. do you like tag games? - yes! i love that i get tagged in them but also forget alot of the time to ever get to doing them so i apologize for being late on this one hehe

17. do you like ask games? - plsssss i love seeing that notification light up in my inbox. it fills this bloggers heart with joy.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? - oh i got a few @gojosattoru (where have you been ;w; </3), @hanae-ichihara (ill always miss you <3), DEFINITELY @taohs hehehe

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? - nope, having a crush on here has never happened for me :p

20. what is the last song you listened to? - charli xcx speed drive EASYFUN remix, its sooo gud

21. what are you currently watching? - the magical girl and evil lieun. are archenemies, fairy tail 100 years quest, maybe some other misc. stuff i cant think of rn.

22. sweet/ savoury/ spicy? - all of the above, i love sweet + spicy

23. what is your current relationship status? - single times *salute emoji*

24. what is your current obsession? - SMILING FRIENDDDSSSS asjdiaoshjdajsid

25. what are nine albums/songs you've been listening to lately? - aprils-bloom by julie areyouhome? by juno britpop by A.G. Cook right back by Frost children i like it by Frost children spring is coming with a strawberry in the mouth by Caroline Polachek magic sword by 4s4ki tome by veltpunch 365 by charli xcx

tagging: @taohs @cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga @oneechangoddess @yuujies @scary-friend @fuwanek0 and others that wanna have fun

#personal #tag game #oooo this one was nice ilike it #its supa long but ive seen longer posts here but ig i can still tag it #long post

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standfucker · 7 months ago

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HELLO ZEN I hope you don't mind but I decided to send you my slightly unhinged work thoughts bc technically you inspired them

quin reminded me of white out anddddd idk if you've ever seen this image of marco

but uh. him as a marine. so my brain went brrr a little bc like, lets be real he'd probably be really really mean roleplaying as a marine (as would the others, I mean god, pirate scum duhhhhh)

listen. you can't tell me these pirates don't occasionally sneak into marine bases, and have the outfits on hand. imagine just rocking up to them post break in and they're still in them and being like oh and they just immediately catch on and there's some light teasing until another day when you show up and they're just all dressed up saying they wanna flip the roleplay from last time >>

and the marines are gonna get some info from their captive by any means necessary and marco gets to relive his little fantasy get on your knees moment and they're just MEANER as marines a lil more edging than pleasure and they're just saying the most degrading things and ugh

..... some light threats with knives too bc YOU PUT THAT IN MY BRAIN AND IT WONT LEAVE OK

cutting the clothes off tracing around like tell us what we wanna know or elseeeeee (some light cutting too but marco can heal it it's fine)

I had this open for a bit but i'm sending it now so I don't chicken out xD I was hoping to give you a little more but for some reason my brain/to text is not cooperating, I'm very tired but it's still buzzing around in there so maybe... there will be more... if that's ok <33

I reread some of white out when I got home and... that marco moment... zen your mind.... I mean it was ALL good obvi but MEAN MARCO makes my brain melt

Kazi, my dear Kazi, I'm so so happy you were brave enough to send me this. You are so smart and your brain is so big, I have gone a little insane thinking about this, it's SUCH a good idea so now it's gotta happen. Congrats, you single-handedly inspired a sequel for White Out. I've copy-pasted all this down into a new google doc for later.

I have seen that art btw, and I've [redacted]--I mean, saved it to my computer for research purposes :] (The blood splatters? Are you KIDDING me? It's like it's specifically been made to torment me!)

I'm thinking you walk in on them dressed up and Ace is like "look what we stole! :D Want to try one on?" But you're too dumbstruck by the sight of them in uniform, and Izou catches on first, mentioning that he thinks you must like what you see, and you start to protest "don't be silly, of course not--" but then Thatch stalks over to you and cages you to the wall with one arm, leaning over you just to see your reaction. The look on your face is a dead giveaway, all wide-eyed and flushed, breath caught in your throat.

"W-What kind of pirate would be interested in such a thing?" you try to defend yourself.

"You tell me," Thatch grins, and then grabs you and hoists you over his shoulder, carrying you back to the others. "Look what I caught, you guys~"

"Thaaatch," you wiggle and whine, but it's so close to a whimper that they know they have you. "Not in front of the crew--"

He sets you down, and Marco pulls you close to him, whispering in your ear if this is something you'd be interested in exploring further in private. He already knows your answer before you even say it. All you have to do is look at him, and your dilated pupils tell him everything he needs to know.

#replies #kazieai #knifeplay cw #I have to finish other fics first but I'm already going feral thinking about this

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factual-fantasy · 9 months ago

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26 ASKS!! :DD THANK U VERY MUCH!!🎨

Well that wouldn't be a good thing to do- Its very well known that I don't like fanart of my works..

If you wanna show that you like Bibi, just leave a comment please!

Seriously ya'll, just comments. Reblogs, tags, asks.. what ever form they may take. All I look forward to when posting artwork is reading all the responses. 👍

@solst1ce-sketches

WAAAHGAGAG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! 😭😭💖💖💖😭💖

@luna-purple454

Oh they're both fine! :0 Other than some angst ideas I had for them-- they're both still alive and well XD I just haven't drawn them in a while :/

@minnesotamedic186

I can hardly wait! :DDD (And yes you can XD)

@butterbreadsworld

Sorry, I don't take requests. Thank you though!! :}}

@i-v-y67

Blackmail XDD

@samcat2

I still like transformers! Though I'm not really interested in drawing it atm.. thank you though!! :DD

(Post in question)

XDDD fr tho--

:DD Thank youuu!! :}}}

@kiinther

XDD Blue is too big for that too! Though Seafoam might be able to give her a little peck on the cheek 👀 if either of them would just confess their feelings already <XDD

I know, and I hate all of it. :(

Also thank you so much! :DD

I was thinking that they're kind'a a cross between the two.

They pillage and raid other ships, but they don't normally go for "innocent" ships.. if they attack anyone, its usually other rotten pirates or slave ships maybe? "Bad" ships I guess you could say-

As for the voice claims. If like you explained- you happen upon an OC of mine and think "HE LOOKES LIKE HE SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE THAT OTHER GUY" Then feel free to send it on over to me! :DD

But don't go out of your way to find voice claims for my characters as a gift or a form of fanart. Remember! All I really want is comments. Engagement with my work means everything to me! <:)

@neo-metalscottic (Post in question)

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDD I'm so glad you like him!! :}} And that head injury was kind'a just a pose prompt. Though I might slap some lore on it and make it canon! :00

As for Papyrus.. its complicated.

Papyrus had accepted long ago that Sans and all his friends were gone. And that he was never going to see them again.. It really hurt. And it took him a very long time to accept that fact. But he did. He knows in his soul that his true brother is gone..

That didn't make seeing "Sans" again any less painful though. He probably saw a Sans through the trees in a new Snowdin. Man, I cant imagine how he felt.

The whole multiverse thing was explained to him by Frisk. He knows that's not his Sans. He knows its not him. But gosh. Its been so long since he's seen his brothers smile. What he would give to hear one of his silly puns again. What he would give to hear his voice.. to just.. to hug him one last time..

Frisk would grab Papyrus' hand, "Papyrus.. we need to go.. please, common.."

Seeing the other Papyrus walk into view and begin talking to that Sans.. He recollects himself. Its not him. Sans is gone. He's been gone for a very long time..

With tears streaming down his face, he would find the strength to grip Frisk's hand.. and turn away.

It never gets easier..

@jesterpiecethejester

Sorry, I don't take drawing requests! Plus the crews already pretty full as it is- <XDD

@bunny-coffee

I didn't intend to ever draw Frank and Eddie in a romantic light.. becuase yeah like you said, I just don't really like ships. Or honestly any romantic content that isn't my own OCs. Idk I just don't really enjoy drawing it--

But that's kind'a what I feared about the Welcome Home fandom if I'm being honest. I felt like people were really protective over Eddie and Frank. And if I revealed that I wasn't interested in drawing them as an item, canon or not? I felt like I would get a loooot of backlash.

But hey, I found a loophole. Just don't draw them together and there wont be any drama! :D It sucks though becuase Frank is a big part of Eddies lore and all his flashback shenanigans-

(Also thank you! :DD )

@beryl-shade

Oh! No no, its just made of seafoam! :0 Though whipped cream would make sense because he's a cookie- <XD

I do??

Huh.. I guess I do don't I..

What do I do with that power--

@sparkdrawsstuff

Well the strongest would be Blue Beauty by far- but looking at the smaller cookies? I think Seafoam is probably the strongest. But that's mostly due to him being so big. He's the biggest cookie on the crew and most of his strength just comes from packing more weight to his punch.

Though another toughy on the ship would be Louis. He may not be very big. But boy that crab arm? He has a grip strong enough to break cookies in half. And enough upper body strength to take your pieces and chuck em overboard--- 💀💀💀I wouldn't mess with either of them tbh--

As for the bounty.. that's a good question. :0 I wanna say Seafoam because he's the Captain an all.. but I really like the idea of Cuttlefish having this dark past and a surprisingly huge bounty over her head- 👀👀

@wilmawillow

<XD I think you might have got those two words switched around. I don't take drawing requests! But I've considered going back to some old artwork and redrawing them in my updated style.. 👀👀

@danikoshi

Not really.. :( There have been times in the past where I have asked for drawing ideas/requests when I was feeling low. But now a days I have plenty of ideas to draw so I don't need to do that anymore-

And to be totally honest, when someone says "Hey draw this thing for me." It just makes me go-

@astaherussy

You can find all the lore you need about Papyrus in this ask post! Just scroll down a bit and you'll find all the links and a bonus paragraph <XD

As for the tags. If you wanna see my AU with Jevil and the gang, you can find that under my #deltarune tag. They're also tagged under #Undertale but that will also bring up my Refinedtale AU and other au stuff-- :00

As for the Octonauts question, bro I EAT questions like these! :DD

Its a very interesting prompt. Usually we think of Captain Barnacles as very level headed and calm. He seems like one to bounce back from any situation and keep leading the team no problem. But man. After something like that? That's gotta scare him to his core.

I can see Barnacles being more tense and not wanting any of the crew to stray too far from him or the Octopod. I can imagine that he would give Kwazii a lot of time to recover, a lot more than he actually needs. And maybe even going as far to forbid him from going on certain missions.

But after a little time and maybe a talk with Kwazii. I'm sure both Kwazii and the Captain would recover from the experience and continue on as normal.

(Also thank you! I hope this response was along the lines of what you were hoping for-- :00 )

I pictured it being like really dense soap bubbles. They smell nice and can be picked off his coat or head. But if you jumped on his coat foam you wouldn't sink through. It would be like a big cushion that you could sit on top of. If that makes sense?? <XDD

@danman22ful

Out my OCs? Probably Seafoam 🥺

Out of the game cookies? Uhhhm.. well, I don't really know/remember any of the characters.. But Tea Knight cookie looks really cool! :0 He gives me major Reinhardt vibes :))

Thank you so much!!!! :DDD

@insanityislife101 (I couldn't find the post in question :((( )

Oh fr??? Cool! He was in character after all! :DD

#my response #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #papyrus #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #factual fam #welcome home

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slothquisitor · 5 months ago

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What Moves in the Dark: Chapter Seventeen

A post-campaign Baldur’s Gate 3 eldritch horror AU.

Chapter summary: The gang takes on the horrors. TW: Blood, graphic violence, body horror. And a whole slew of other things I don't know how to tag. Shit gets wild, besties.

Read from the beginning.

Read on AO3.

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“What do you mean Percy infected himself, is he mad?” Astarion asks as they traverse deeper into the stone tunnels, hurrying down narrow stone stairs. This is his first actual look at the place he was taken. He doesn’t recognize it at all, but he suspects it can’t be far from the Caldwells…probably.

Liv has her dancing lights bobbing about their heads, following them down the long narrow hallways. “I think he felt guilty abandoning you before.”

Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t, but Astarion suspects it had a lot more to do with trying to make it up to his sister. “Or he wanted to prove himself to you.”

Liv’s answer is a roll of her eyes. “Yeah, because he’s been known to give a shit what I think.”

“He does care, I believe, in a rather roundabout insufferable way.”

Liv smiles at that. “You the expert on that?”

“Are you calling me insufferable? After the trying day I’ve had?” But he’s grateful for the humor, for the way she knows exactly how to pull him out of his own head, to keep him moving.

“Oh good, she does know you. I worried you’d sucked her in with your considerable charms,” Jaheira drawls.

“Jaheira! You think I’m charming?”

And just like that, he’s transported to an earlier time, running through tunnels, scared shitless together. Gods, it feels familiar in the most wonderful way. He won’t tell them this, but he has missed Jaheira’s teasing, even Gale’s long-winded explanations. But mostly, he missed this: going on an adventure, no matter how terrifying.

The tunnel curves around and suddenly everything opens up around them. They’re in some sort of receiving chamber, a place that feels like a precursor to a much larger space. It’s partially crumbled, as stone is wont to do. It’s fairly reminiscent of the murder tribunal, honestly.

He looks to Jaheira. “Does everyone have a secret underground area beneath their home?”

“Don’t look at me, mine was a natural formation, I didn’t build a whole…temple.”

“It’s really a wonder that with all the earthquakes caused by the Netherbrain that the whole city didn’t collapse in on itself,” Gale says.

Liv glances between them in alarm. “You mean to tell me that this is like…normal for this city?”

“We went underground a lot while fighting the Absolute,” Gale replies.

“Comforting.” Liv glances up at the stone ceiling of this place as if she’s wondering whether or not it might collapse around them.

Up ahead of them, he can see Shadowheart and Minsc huddled around Percy, who is sitting with his back up against a crumbled piece of pillar. No one has bothered explaining who the hells Veska is, but he’s not sure he really cares at this point. If they’re here to help, the more the merrier, really. Upon seeing them, Liv hurries over, dropping down beside her brother.

“What’s going on?” Liv whispers as she approaches.

“Veska went on a bit ahead, but Percy thought he shouldn’t go any further.”

Percy looks the messiest Astarion has ever seen him. He’s covered in sweat, face pale. His hair looks like he’s been holding handfuls of it at intervals.

Percy looks up at Astarion and flashes a strained smile. “Oh good, you’re alive.”

“What the hells have you done?” he asks. He can smell Percy’s blood, the way it’s tainted.

Percy shrugs, but it’s clear the movement takes some effort, seems to pain him. “Had to do something to make sure you never wanted to drink my blood.”

“And you still find a way to joke about it,” Shadowheart chides him, but she’s placing her hands on his face, fingers glowing bright blue. It looks like whatever she’s doing is providing him some degree of relief.

An elven woman Astarion has never met rejoins the group. Her hair is a pale sort of strawberry blond and her cornflower blue eyes search out Shadowheart hungrily before turning her attention to everyone else. How interesting. This must be Veska.

“I’ve got bad news,” she says. “There is something terrible happening in the next chamber. There are people here, lots of people.”

“How many?” Jaheira asks.

“Twenty or so.”

“Infected?” Liv asks.

Veska glances at Percy who has grown paler in the last few moments. “Well, they don’t look like Percy, but there’s something not right about the way they move…almost synchronized. It seems like they’re preparing for something.”

“These people aren’t here of their own volition. They might attack us or whatever this thing is might use them as a shield. We need to keep them alive if we can,” Liv says.

“Oh lovely, we get to fight the Not-Lucian and have to deal with trying not to make other people collateral damage,” Astarion says, not bothering to hide his annoyance. For once, it would be nice to be able to rush in somewhere and just kill everything in sight. Certainly easier at any rate. “It killed Wyllyck to strengthen itself…we should be prepared for it to be the one doing the damage.”

He watches the concerned lines of Liv’s face grow deeper as she looks at her brother. “And don’t forget that we still don’t know what this thing actually is or how to stop it,” Liv adds with a tone that truly deserves an award.

“Oh, so no different than any other fight we’ve been in,” Shadowheart replies lightly.

And everything happening here might be terrible and horrifying, but when have things not been with these people? It’s actually a comfort, strangely enough.

“Well, shall we?” Astarion asks, more than ready to get some payback on Not-Lucian.

Shadowheart frowns. “Someone should stay here with Percy.”

“I’m fine,” he says, but it’s clear words are a struggle. His hands are shaking, he folds his arms in an attempt to conceal just how badly.

Jaheira leans closer. “Was it better further away? Maybe you could go back up the stairs.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Go.” But it sounds like a lie.

Liv glances over at Astarion, clearly unconvinced before looking back at her brother. “I have a solution, but you don’t like it.”

Percy smiles, it’s an exhausted thing. “I’m all ears.”

“I could kill you for an hour.”

He laughs joylessly. “Gods, how badly do you want that to be permanent, Liv?”

“Do you trust me?” she asks, the question is quiet, barely louder than a whisper.

It’s clear that Percy is in pain, and that he’s struggling. Oblivion probably sounds nice. “I trust you.”

Liv pulls a small pot of dirt from her bag, pulls out a pinch of it, and hesitates. The siblings stare at each other for a moment, and then he gives her a nod. Her fingers are gentle as she touches his arm and casts the same spell he’s seen her use before. Percy goes limp, as though he’s dead. Shadowheart helps her lay him down on the ground, tucking him slightly into the shadows of the pillar, obscured from view.

Everyone stands then, moves for the doorway, but Liv lingers. He watches her rest her hand on his shoulder. “I’ll be back,” she says, even though he cannot hear her. And perhaps that is why she can say it now, why she can show how much she cares where Percy cannot see, where it cannot become something that hurts her later.

“He’ll be fine, I’m sure,” Astarion says as she stands.

She nods without any particular enthusiasm. “Let’s go.”

The stairs leading into the next room are broken and cracked with age. Their group moves carefully, using the large stones that scatter this side of the room as cover. The room is large and open, pillars are dotted about, obscuring parts of it from view, but he can clearly see a large stone altar in the middle, surrounded by twenty or so people from all walks of life. There doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason, no connecting thread between them. Perhaps they all just got unlucky. But then he sees Devella among their ranks and his stomach drops. Shit, when had that happened and how had he missed it? She’d been acting strangely fidgety at the party earlier, had she been infected then and he didn’t notice it?

Not-Lucian stands on the dias near the altar, his back to the room. He is doing something with his hands, but Astarion is to make it out. Their group moves forward carefully, dodging behind pillars and moving quietly. So far, no one has paid them any mind.

Suddenly, Not-Lucian raises a hand into the air, and then every single one of those surrounding the altar begins tearing into their own flesh. Their fingers are curled into claws, and they rip at their arms, their legs, anything they can reach until they begin to bleed. The stench of the blood fills the chamber, and Astarion stops breathing. The blood spills and pools, hitting the stone like rain. Astarion is frozen in horror as the blood begins to rise into the air, tendrils breaking and branching. Not-Lucian curls his still-raised hand into a fist and some of the blood that begins to circle above them all flows into him. As the blood enters Not-Lucian, the power is palpable, the entire world seems to throb with it.

In front of Not-Lucian, there is a rip in reality, a slicing through time and space. It opens like a maw, filled with teeth. And Astarion doesn’t know much, but he does know that whatever Not-Lucian is trying to pull through that thing is much much worse than anything they’ve seen so far.

***

Liv has never been so afraid in her whole life. It was one thing to be attacked in the shop, another to not know if Astarion was alright, but this is another level of fear. Blood drifts lazily into the air, surging like a heartbeat, flowing into the figure that stands on the dias. But Liv can’t quite keep her eyes off of the rip in reality behind the figure. There is a sense of wrongness in the air, and Liv isn’t sure if it’s the nerves or something wrong in the room, but she feels like she could throw up.

“Is it opening a rift?” Gale asks, looking at her and Astarion as if they have any of the answers.

“Apparently,” Astarion says.

“I’m more concerned about whatever it wants to call through it.” The words are hard to get out. She’s not sure how everyone else is managing to be so calm.

“We better stop him before it gets any bigger then,” Jaheira says, and in a flash of golden light, she becomes a panther.

Astarion offers her a smile, before he rolls out behind the pillar, taking shots with his crossbows at Lucian. Shadowheart murmurs something under her breath, hand on her heart, and Liv feels a blessing settle against her skin.

“Come on, Boo. We will stop this evil!” Minsc yells, running into the fray.

Veska surveys the room. “I’m going to head around to the other side, get another angle on him.”

Shadowheart nods, gaze following her movements. “Do you think anything could break these people out of whatever this is? They’re feeding him power.”

“I don’t know. Your divine magic is different than mine though. Perhaps you’ll find a way.”

“I’ll try.” And then Shadowheart is weaving between pillars and people.

“It’s tempting to go in and throw whatever big magic you have at something like this right away, but we don’t know what we’re dealing with, so it’s better to stick with smaller spells at first, figure out its weaknesses, then go for the big ones,” Gale explains. “Stick by me.”

She’s grateful to follow behind Gale, to have someone tell her exactly what to do. Lucian’s back is no longer toward the group but he is instead actively fighting Jaheira, Minsc, and Astarion. His body shifts and moves in inhuman ways, his joints breaking and bending the wrong ways as he dodges their blows. The blood that had been circling above the room swirls more maliciously now, and Liv watches in horror as the tendrils slither forward and strike like snakes. Jaheira takes a hit, and growls in pain or fury, Liv isn’t sure.

Veska has a pair of daggers out, and she jumps forward from the far end of the altar, slicing at Lucian. Liv aims a firebolt at him, and while it hits, it seemingly does nothing beyond pissing him off. There’s a prickling feeling at the back of her neck like someone is watching her, but as she turns around she sees nothing. Except at the top of the stairs into the room, she notices a slumped figure, crawling on the ground. It’s Percy….or at least his body. Blood leaks from his nose and mouth and ears…flowing into the swirling mass in the room.

It hadn’t mattered that she’d feigned his death, except that it spared him being awake for the horror of this, she supposes. All of the pieces are back together, just like whatever this thing is had wanted. Once into the passageway, she never should have let Percy come with them. She wants to go to him, to make sure he’s okay, but he is one person in a room of many. And so that will have to wait.

Shadowheart darts between the victims, healing the wounds she can, closing them up to stop the flow of blood. It doesn’t matter, they simply carve new wounds into themselves, faces devoid of any emotion at all. Liv sends an ice knife at Lucian’s throat, and while it shatters rather spectacularly, it hasn’t fazed him.

Suddenly, the room seems to contract, as if that rift behind the altar is sucking in its breath. And then it exhales, and they are all thrown back. She hits the stone wall, hard, her body collapsing in a heap. Her shoulder took the brunt of the impact, but her ears are still ringing. And above it all is a pervasive sense of wrongness in the air.

Minsc is the first to recover, screams as he goes for the attack. Astarion isn’t far behind, but Jaheira is no longer in her panther form, and Veska’s head is bleeding. Shadowheart sends a bright bolt of light towards Lucian, but like everything else, it isn’t working. Nothing is working.

Has she brought them into a fight that is unwinnable? Is the key to start killing these people who are enthralled? She doesn’t want to take that risk. She glances at Gale, who still looks dazed, but is clearly making the same calculations she is.

“What is this thing? There’s got to be some way to harm it. Nothing is unkillable.” Gale has been mostly calm and confident through this whole ordeal, but she can hear the panic in his voice.

“I think the people here are powering somehow.”

Gale’s gaze goes flint-like, resigned. “I was sincerely hoping you weren’t going to say that. I have no desire to kill any of these poor people.”

Liv peers around the column they’re crouched behind, Minsc and Astarion are still fighting, and Jaheira has moved back, and is now tossing spells as well as wielding twin swords, thorns cover the ground, grasping at Lucian’s legs. But she can see the way that Astarion is tiring, that Minsc’s attacks are slower than they were. She’s not sure if it’s true fatigue or if it has something to do with the power rolling off of the rift in sickening, lurching waves.

Then there is the faintest popping noise and the scent of ozone in the air, and Liv immediately braces for something bad to happen, but then two figures materialize beside her and Gale. She dodges out of the way, and Gale moves too, an arm extended, ready to throw a spell, but then she recognizes the figures.

“Kharis?” Liv stumbles forward in shock, the second figure is familiar too, but it isn’t until he turns to her fully that she realizes it is her brother, Roland. She hasn’t seen her brother in years, not since he left for Candlekeep after Brelia died and stopped returning her letters.

He glances about the space with a look of unsurprised dread. “Well, sister, you certainly have gotten yourself into quite the mess, haven’t you? This is way worse than anything I could see when I scryed on you.”

Kharis grabs her arm. “This thing, it’s a uuvudaum from the Far Realm. Its only purpose is to come here, amass power and open a rift back so that other things can come through, can escape.”

Liv knows little of the Far Realm, only that it is a multidimensional place of madness. “Please tell me you’ve come here with a plan.”

“First, that thing, puppeting the host needs to be banished. And then someone has to close the rift otherwise it will just come back through,” Kharis explains.

Roland pulls out a scroll, holds it out to her. “I used all my magic to find you and get us here, I’ll be very little help.”

Liv looks to Gale. “Would you…”

He shakes his head. “I’ll do the banishing, but you’ll need to close the rift.”

Liv takes the scroll, opens it, and begins to read. The spell is complicated, but nothing nearly as difficult as the spells she’s been attempting to craft for Astarion. The problem is going to be the length of time she’ll need. The spell will take several minutes, and banishment lasts only one.

“You’ll need to wait to banish it, simply keep it busy while I start closing the rift. I’ve got to be close to it too.”

“Shadowheart!” Gale calls, and Shadowheart runs over, calling down sacred fire on Lucian as she does.

She holds her shield up, covering them all. If she is confused by the presence of two newcomers to their ranks, she doesn’t show it. “What do you need?”

“Get Liv up to that rift and keep everything off her. Let everyone else know they need to keep Lucian busy,” Gale says.

Shadowheart takes a deep breath, and then the ghostly specters of golden wolves begin to run around them in a circle, guarding them from harm. “Stay close to me.”

She glances back at Roland and Kharis. “It’s about damn time.” She means it differently for them both, but she hopes they can also sense the gratitude. They showed up in the nick of time.

“You can yell at me after you’ve dealt with the uuvudaum,” Roland says with a smile, readying a bolt of flame in his hands. Kharis has his axe drawn, and he’s already rushing forward with them, a grin on his face.

“It’s been far too long since I’ve had the occasion to use this.”

And then she is running with Shadowheart towards the altar and the rift. “Keep him busy. I need time!”

“How much?” Astarion yells back as she falls to her knees near the rift, this close the sickening wrongness is impossible to ignore. Her stomach twists and churns, but she can’t allow herself to be sick, not now.

“A few minutes,” she manages, and she gets to work. She can hear the fighting around her, the scrape of metal on bone, the way it doesn’t slow Lucian down. She can hear the way the blood strikes at them all and the heavy breathing of her companions. But she has to shut it all out.

The first step of the spell allows her to see the threads of reality, the rips in the tapestry of her world, the way the rift is breaking through it. She can see them now, and she must reach out with her magic, pull them closed, but the second her magic pulls at the threads she finds herself tumbling down, down, down, down into the dark.

Into the cold…

Her eyes are closed, but she has no memory of closing them at all. She opens them and finds that the stone room and the altar are gone. Smeared away by this cold, enveloping darkness. There is no landscape here in the dark, but she feels the ground, feels like there is something here, but she cannot quite see it. She sits on the ground, alone.

Or not quite alone.

Emerging in front of her, as if it is stepping between layers of film is a dark figure. It looks vaguely humanoid, but its neck and limbs are all too long, giving it a spider-like quality as it moves. It is a lone figure, but it doesn’t feel like one, it feels like many, like a vastness she cannot entirely comprehend.

She tries to speak, but no sound emerges. And she realizes that there is no sound in this place, perfect silence is all that greets her.

The figure’s jerky movements bring it closer to her, bending over her. This close it’s clear that the figure before her wears armor so dark, it seems to be sucking in every bit of light in this already dark place. What are you? You are new.

The words are above her, around her, in her head, piercing her ears in through the silence. She is frozen in place, unable to speak or move or do anything at all.

You have a sense of the Material about you, has Harbinger brought you for me?

Its face, if it can be called that, moves ever closer. But instead of a face, it is a void, a swirling mass of stars and eternity. It is nothing, it is everything. It is eternal. And then there are teeth.

If there was sound, she would be screaming.

***

There is magic pouring of the portal, of this rip in their world. Astarion can feel it, the way it swirls around him and drains him of energy. He is still fighting, still dodging tendrils of blood that strike out at them, needle-sharp. Even Minsc is looking worse for wear, as Not-Lucian’s fingers, broken into claws, swipe at them all. Kharis has joined the fray though, and it’s a relief to have a fresh weapon in the battle.

Nothing has harmed him, the blood swirling above their heads seems to be powering him in some way. Jaheira has retreated away and is tossing spells to no avail. Shadowheart’s spirit guardians run in circles around her and Liv, and she stands as a sentinel, guarding her while she works her magic to fix this, to save them all.

Minsc takes a heavy blow and staggers. Not-Lucian clocks the movement, and Astarion throws every bit of energy he has at attacking him, at stepping between them, giving Minsc the extra time he needs. Veska has been more helpful than he could have hoped, dancing in and out with her daggers, but even she has slowed. This isn’t a fight they can win, only draw out long enough for Liv to do whatever it is she must.

He sees an opening and swipes forward with his dagger, slicing the backs of Not-Lucian’s ankles in a move that would cripple a normal person. But Not-Lucian isn’t normal, and the blood that spills out merely soaks back in, muscles and bone and sinew weaving together in new horrifying ways. Minsc gets clawed, and goes down, and then Not-Lucian kicks Veska away, turning its full attention on him. He dodges, but he isn’t fast enough, not when Not-Lucian can break his arms and legs over and over to scramble at him.

Not-Lucian grips him by the throat, and shoves him to the ground. He feels the impact reverberate through him, knocking what little air there was in his lungs out. He is reeling and pinned down by this monstrosity.

“Now! Do it now!” A voice calls through the wobbling of the world, and he thinks he might agree…do something…someone. Otherwise, this is it, isn’t it?

Mouth open, throat tendrils extended, Not-Lucian bears down on him, and his energy sucked away, he can do nothing but watch.

And then the weight is gone. Not-Lucian disappears. Astarion scrambles up, daggers raised. Gale’s hand is extended in his direction, and it’s clear he’s battling his will against Not-Lucian’s.

The chamber is quiet for a moment until suddenly it is filled with the most bone-chilling scream he’s ever heard. It makes him jump and he looks around, wondering at the source of it, but then he realizes it’s coming from Liv. She sits near the rift, illuminated by the bloody red glow of it, her magic a purple twist flowing between her hands.

“What’s wrong with her?” he yells, rushing to her side. The scream stops, and he’s not sure if that’s better or worse.

“Don’t touch her! She’s closing the rift!” The voice that had called out earlier rushes forward. The newcomer is a tall half-elf with dark curly hair. He hadn’t seen the familial resemblance with Percy, but he sees it now. This must be the other brother, the one who was at Candlekeep, the one Liv mentioned just once and never again on a quiet evening when he’d asked her about her family.

“Everyone alright?” Shadowheart calls, voice filled with a panicked edge. “We’ve a moment before that thing might appear again, right?”

Gale’s teeth are clenched together, and he groans slightly with the effort of maintaining the spell. Astarion stands back up, watching the space where Not-Lucian disappeared, ready to fight again, but really hoping that whatever Liv is doing means they don’t have to.

***

The figure with a void for a face inches toward her, but then they are no longer alone. Two other figures appear, drawing its attention away, and Liv, still frozen in place, stops screaming.

One figure is a man. Lucian. She’s studied his face well enough to know it anywhere, even here. His hair has escaped the loose tie at the nape of his neck, it falls over his face in a messy curtain.

Harbinger . The Void greets the other figure.

This one is not humanoid at all. It has a torso of sorts and two arms, but it is there that the similarities end. It has several feet that rise up angular like spider legs, and instead of a head it instead has a long, sinewy tail that ends in a sharp spike. There are mouths all over it all sharpened teeth and frightful smiles.

What have you brought me? The Void crouches over Lucian. This one is real. Did you bring it to nurture me?

It is the one that opened the way. The portal is nearly ready.

The Void bends forward. First, I must be nourished and then we will pass through . It is difficult to see Lucian’s face from where she sits, still frozen, but she can sense his fear, feels as though if she could hear him he might be pleading, begging.

Bending ever lower, the Void cups Lucian’s cheek, and presses the tip of its head against Lucian’s brow in a move that might be gentle if it were not for what comes next. The stars and darkness in the Void’s face swirl, and Lucian is ripped apart, torn into pieces, dissolved.

Liv reaches for her magic on instinct, for something, anything to get her out of here, to avoid that fate. Even in her panic, she can feel the threads, the way her magic holds them, and tugs them tight as she can, and everything goes dark.

***

Moments pass, crawling by. Astarion can feel the cool touch of Shadowheart’s healing settling down over all of them. Gale has dropped the spell, and has said that Not-Lucian, something called a uvuudaum is now back where it belongs. He doesn’t care what it is, he just wants Liv to be alright.

He moves over to her. Her hands are still moving the magic pulling between them, but she looks calm, if not exactly present. Her nose is bleeding, leaking dark red. He glances frantically between Kharis and Rolandris. “Is there anything we can do to help her?”

“It’s a complicated spell. Give it time,” Kharis replies, glancing around at Astarion and his friends, at the way they all crowd around Liv and this rift. The blood in the room still swirls above them maliciously, but it isn’t striking out, with Not-Lucian banished, well, it seems to not be quite as aggressive.

There is a bright burst of light from the rift, and then Astarion watches as reality itself seems to stitch back together, the rift growing smaller and smaller. And there is Liv, sitting beside it, swaying a little as it all disappears. The blood swirling above them stops and drops like putrid rain overtop them all.

There are screams and cries as those enthralled by Not-Lucian’s control come to, but Astarion only has eyes for Liv. He drops to his kneels beside her, and she glances up at him, with a smile. “It’s closed.”

“You’re incredible,” he says, unable to contain his awe pulling her into his arms for the second time today. She leans into him weakly. And he holds onto her tighter, keeping her upright. She has saved them all. Of course, she has.

“Hells yeah!” Roland cheers a fist in the air. “That worked!”

“I’m sorry, did you come here with a solution you didn’t even know would work?” Astarion asks, unable to keep the ire from his voice.

Roland flashes a grin that reminds him so much of Percy he wants to punch him in the face too. “Well, yeah. But it worked anyway, didn’t it?”

Kharis, Jaheira, Minsc, Shadowheart, and Veska have already stepped down off the altar, and are trying to help the people who have just come to in a room full of horror. Liv seems to notice. “We should help,” she tries to stand but is far too unsteady.

“I think that you and I are going to stay right here,” he says, pulling her against him and back to the floor.

It’s a testament to how exhausted she must be that she doesn’t fight it. But then she stiffens, craning to look up the stairs. “Oh shit, where’s Percy?”

“Percy…is here?” Roland asks rather incredulously.

She points to a crumpled form at the top of the stairs. Shit. Liv’s feigning his death seems to have done nothing to keep him from this room. “He helped us find this place, infected himself to do it. Help him?”

“Oh good, Kharis is going to help too,” Liv says, her eyes trained on her brothers.

“He’ll be fine. Look at all these people…they’re all fine.” Well, fine might be overstating it a bit, but between a druid, two clerics, and a ranger all with healing spells, the people are getting themselves patched up in no time at all.

“Are they still tainted? Or is it gone?” Liv asks.

He hasn’t breathed since stepping foot in this chamber, quite on purpose, but he takes a trembling, tentative whiff. The room smells like blood, clean and normal, and nothing else. The scent makes his gums ache, reminds him of his own hunger. He’s determined not to breathe again in this room. “It’s all gone. You did it.”

She visibly relaxes at that. “We did it.”

He is grudgingly glad that all these people didn’t have to die for them to stop that thing…what had Gale called it? A uvuudaum? He doesn’t know what the hells that means. He’s sure it’s killing Liv to be up here, unable to offer her help, but she’s done enough for today.

“What was that?” he asks her, trying to distract her from watching the top of the stairs with unhappy eyes.

“Roland said it was a rip to the Far Realm. And that thing that came through, that possessed Lucian…it was uuvudaum. But…when I pulled the threads…I think I went there…it was called Harbinger.”

Astarion stiffens at that. “You got its name?”

Liv nods. “There was something else there…waiting on the edge of the portal to come through…many somethings I think. Whatever it was here for, it wanted to open a portal between our world and the Far Realm. Roland might know more.”

“The Far Realm…how did…it…Harbinger even get here in the first place?”

She swallows. “Harbinger said that Lucian opened the way, but he seemed so afraid. I don’t think he meant to do this…”

“Lucian was there?”

Liv nods, tears escaping down her cheeks. “I think when Gale banished him it split him and Harbinger apart. And then…and then….this thing…it had a void for a face it…” Her words trail off.

“It killed him,” he finishes.

There’s a haunted look in her green eyes. “It was so much worse than that. He disintegrated him, sucking up the pieces.”

He pulls her in, tucking her head under his chin. “It’s alright. It’s over now.”

And it is, isn’t it?

But then he hears a struggle at the stairs. “Where’s Lucian?” a voice calls. Astarion and Liv both look up toward the commotion. There is a man, covered in blood wearing dark leather armor. He’s looking around at their gathered group, clearly recognizing many of them.

“You!” Percy leaps toward the man. Well, at least he’s fine. Kharis and Roland try to pull him away, but he’s already tackled the other man and has him pinned on the floor.

“Help me get over there,” Liv says, a pleading look in her eyes. He helps her stand, she seems steadier now, but he keeps an arm on her anyway. Her unsteadiness is a good excuse to keep touching her, and he’s not quite ready to let go, not one they’ve just survived this mess.

She flashes him a grateful look, and together they move toward the stairs. Percy, looking much better than earlier, has a dagger against the other man’s throat. “What did Lucian do…what was his plan?”

The other man looks afraid, and keeps looking hopefully at everyone else congregated about the room, as if they’re coming to save him. But he sees no allies here. “He was calling on Bhaal…for vengeance, for murder. We wanted to get back at the Guild…We’re all that’s left of the Zhentarim here in the city.”

“So he got a ritual spell from the Bhaalists…” Liv murmurs. “Only it didn’t actually call Bhaal…”

“Summoning magic like that is very, very dangerous,” Gale says. “You never know what might be listening, and if you don’t have the right protections in place…”

“The Caldwells must have blamed the Guild for the death of their son…allowed the Zhentarim to set up in their home. Is that right?” Percy asks, pressing the dagger harder against the man’s throat.

“Yes. They never believed it was the Bhaalists that killed their son. We didn’t care who did or not. We just needed a place to conduct the ritual.”

“Well, it sounds like Lucian is gone for good, but that’s a good enough confession for me. You’re under arrest,” Devella says, stepping forward. Her armor is stained with blood, but she still exudes all the authority befitting a Fist. The infected Bhaalist he’d brought her must have infected her somehow, at some point. He feels marginally responsible, but it’s fine, it’s not as if she died.

Devella glances toward him. “You know, I did request that you give me a heads up before the fighting started, not after.”

“And I would have preferred if you hadn’t gone and gotten yourself mind-controlled by a blood monster.” The infected Bhaalist he’d brought her must have infected her somehow, at some point. He feels marginally responsible, but it’s fine, it’s not as if she died.

“An uvuudaum,” Gale corrects.

“A blood monster,” he insists. “Now…I don’t know about everyone else, but I think we’ve all earned a drink.”

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