#trinklet

[normalbirb]

Oh yeah I almost forgot it's my birthday tomorrow

[cruelprincae]

THE LORE DAMP, THE LORE DAMP, THE LORE DAMP

"Mab was born when the world was young," The Thirstlewitch says. "In those days, we Folk were not so diminished as we are now, when there is so much iron. Our giants were as tall as mountains, our trolls like trees. And hags like myself held the power to bring all manner of things into being. Once a century, there is a convocation of hags, where we, the witches and enchanters, the smiths and makers, come together to hone our craft. It is not for outsiders, but Mab dared enter. She besought us for all that she wanted, the power to create. Not a mere glamour or little workings, but the great magic that we alone possessed. Most turned her away, but there was one who did not. That hag gave unto her the power to create from nothing. And in return, she was to take the hag's daughter and raise the witch child as her heir. At first, Mab did as she was bid. She took for herself the title of the Oak Queen, united the smaller Seelie Courts under her banner and began bestowing sentience on living things. Trees would lift their roots at her beckoning. Grass would scurry around, confusing her enemies. Faeries that had never existed before grew from her hands. And she raised three of the Shifting Isles of Elfhame from the sea."

Oak frowns at the dirt. "Has [ Cardan ] inherited some of her power ? Is that why he can - "

"Patience boy," Says the Thistlewitch. "Prince or not I will tell you in full or I will not tell you at all." [ . . . ] The Thistlewitch clears her throat and begins to speak again. "Mab called the child Mellith, which means 'mother's curse'. Not an auspicious beginning. And yet, it was only when her own daughter was born that she began to think of ways to weasel out of the bargain."

"Clovis, who ruled before my grandfather, Eldred."

The thistlewitch includes her head. "Indeed. In the end, it was a simple trick. Mab boasted again and again that she had discovered a means for Clovis to rule until the rumors finally found their way to the hag. Enraged, she swore to kill Clovis. And so, the hag crept up on where the child slept in the night and fell upon the girl she found there, only to discover she had murdered her own daughter. Mab had bested her. But the hag was able to put a final enchantment on her daughter's heart as it beat its last, for her daughter was a hag too and magic sang through her blood. The hag imbued the heart with the power of anihilation, of destruction, of unmaking. And she cursed Mab, so that piece of her child would be forever tied to the queen's power. She would have to keep the heart by her side for her magic to work. And should she not, it's power would unmake all that she created.

As for Mab, you know the rest. She made an alliance with one of the solitary fey and founded the Greenbriar line. A trickle of her power passed down to her grandson, Eldred, granting him fecundity when so much of Faerie is barren, and to the current High King, Cardan, who pulled a fourth isle from the deep. But a large amount of Mab's power stayed trapped with her remains, confined to her reliquary."

THIS IS HUGE THIS IS HUGE, THIS IS HUGE.

[disastersteps]

i think im honestly very normal about outside scar in general.

something about feeling like a disconnection to the world, something about feeling like it doesn't feel you in that world.

and anita used to love that world. anita used to enjoy its cultures, its histories, its people. they were a fan of world history, they love talking about going everywhere. they love it so much it hurts.

it hurts that they now can't.

they can't remember how to love the world that loved them in return. and they couldn't feel like part of it. they can feel them through their telepathy but, what about the love they used to have for them. its... hard to regain the very feeling.

its even harder to feel like you're lost, in a world you once loved. and they would've been drifting away- if it wasn't for someone who keep blinding them with static noises, who hands touch their shoulder gently, and a whisper of their name comes back to sense.

that she smiles at them, and suddenly for a moment, anita could still remember what was like to love the world again. even if it was so briefly.

[inavagrant-a]

"..." He should be taking notes and paying attention to what the professor is saying, and misleadingly so the fact that he's looking at them might give the impression that he is when he really isn't. He also is not taking notes though the illusion of it is there. What he's actually doing is preparing his letters given the fact that White Day is but two weeks away and there's quite the number of individuals he's sending these off to.

[teastyun]

༺ paid undone

arcane sevika x female reader (nsfw)

working as an owner of a mechanics shop at day and prostitute at night at Zaun's most famous brothel, you expect a quiet night shift after a hard day of work. your expectations go avail and you miserably fail at keeping your identity hidden from Sevika, who has just earlier visited you at your shop that day.

a/n: instead of listening to my lecture on English diachronic history I wrote this in my notes app and dear god pls let me ride her until my legs fall off

masterlist

putting your makeup pouch back into your personal small closet, you wonder who's today's clients will be. on your way to work, you've noticed how empty and calm the streets are recently. no fights, no big groups lingering in each corner eyeing anyone that's passing by, only a few drunkards at their usual shit.

words were spread about an ex-prison mate duelling her way through the ring in the center of Zaun after a fatal crisis in the upper world. interestingly enough, the brothel's business wasn't booming since her entry in Zaun, equalling a calm shift for you. lucky for you, you're paid per hour instead of per client, so you expect a good rest after your long shift at your mechanics shop.

as your usual routine, you put your mask on and wrap a robe around your lightly clothed body, before you take a quick trip to visit the madam and owner of the brothel.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ

entering the long dark hallway, you keep your head low and walk steady towards the madam's room.

on your way you pass several rooms with slightly open doors, revealing the sounds of huffing, moaning, but also laughing. despite the empty streets, the brothel seems to be lively today, nonetheless.

you take a deep breath and close your eyes, as your fingers touched the doorknob of the room. your boss is a lovely old lady, but sometimes intimidates the shit out of you, despite the years you've already worked at her institution.

"there you are, y/n." she looks up from her papers with a cigarette in between her long wrinkled fingers decorated with heavy rings and long painted nails. you are one of her longest and most reliable workers, and she makes sure to treat you accordingly.

"s'bit a teeny quiet, ain't it?" she looks up at you with her long, cat eye-ish lashes and heavy purple eyeshadow accentuating her wrinkles around them. in response you lightly nod, not sure why she's suddenly talking about anything but your upcoming client.

you look at her as you wait for her to continue.

her fingernails tap like a melody against her cigarette trinklet, making you nervous with each taping sound.

"m'love, i've got a rather... special client waiting for you today. are you aware of Silco's... mates?"

while deep in your thoughts you first nod, but quickly shake your head after.

earlier, you've seen a slender girl with long blue braids at your shop, a tall and intimidatingly buff woman with a heavy red cloak covering half her body, following her close behind without exchanging a single word with either the girl, nor you. but, where they really from Silco?

the madam watches every single move of yours. her head tilts mischievously at your response. "very well. tonight, i assigned a special lady of Silco's to you. she's waiting for you in room xii."

your already tense nerves aren't pleased to hear about today's responsibility you're taking, but you silently thank her by lightly bowing your torso before you make your way to the assigned room.

her voice stops you as you open the heavily decorated door. "and y/n, make sure to please her with every single pretty ounce of yours."

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ

you were already fucked before you even entered the room.

you expected a calm, restful shift with easy clients. instead, you have one of the most powerful and influential people of Zaun in your rooms, waiting for you to finally enter.

not looking up as you close the door behind you, you take off your robe while trying to maintain your breathing. as it falls to the floor, you take a quick glance at her.

there she is, the same woman you were eyeing up and down today at the mechanics shop. will she recognise you?

hoping that won't be the case in sake of your privacy and reputation, you slowly walk to the backless stool in front of her as you take a seat.

on your way, you carefully observe her. she even has the same clothes on as earlier. the grey and red tones in her clothing accentuate her toned body underneath. looking closely, she even seems to be hiding something underneath her mysterious cloak.

without further thought, you greet her by bowing your head lightly in respect, waiting for her to make the next move.

you notice her shifting in her seat, as she leans towards you while resting her free arm on her knee.

confused by her behaviour, you look up and notice her brown eyes piercing yours. she is incredibly intimidating and you can't help the furrow that sneaks between your eyebrows in confusion beneath your mask. you've never had a client look at you for minutes without a single sound nor move.

normally, your client has a certain thought wanting to be practiced with you as soon as possible, since time is money, especially in this brothel, where clients pay per minute. Zaun isn't necessarily known for its strong economy, so clients sometimes visit on the occasion for only a handful of minutes before they need leave.

but this, this was different. her piercing eyes where warm, but somehow so cold at the same time as she slowly eyes your appearance.

you're wearing a beautiful set of lingerie in your best colours with white lace accentuating your finest features. elegant body chains and dangling jewelry make sounds as you move your body. unlike your other lingerie sets, this one is extremely revealing around your chest, showing no fabric on the front of your breasts and leaving them on full display to see. your bottoms is attached to your stockings matching your set with clips on the front and back of each thigh.

her eyes stopped at the sight of your thighs pressing against the band of your stockings before continuing down your legs. as they move back up, you try accentuate your breasts by taking a deep breath, while looking at her through your mask with expecting eyes.

a smirk appears on her lips. "are you nervous?"

her rough voice creates goosebumps on your skin, but the question agitates you. why would the first thing she says to you be such assumption?

you tilt your head in response, not sure of how to react to such thing. she is still only a few centimetres away from you, making the distance between you incredibly tense.

she copies the tilt in your head and looks deeply into your eyes, searching for something specific in them.

"I'm Sevika," she whispers a mere distance away from you as she holds out her hand.

you take another deep breath and touch her hand in a handshake, making the situation feel so ridiculous. what was she trying to get out of you?

her hand feels incredibly big. and fuck, you wish you could feel that rough skin between your folds. just the mere thought made you clench around nothing as your cunt is soaking in your lingerie. before your thoughts could continue, you slipped your hand back. your eyes never left hers.

she leans back and rests against the cushions behind her, as she eyes you once more. this time, her eyes won't leave your chest.

your nipples are perky from the cool air in the room despite the lack of ventilation. or maybe you really are nervous?

"you're not much of a talker huh?" she continues, "show me yourself."

you reach back to unclasp your bra, but she stops you, "no, show me what you usually do here."

her eyes roam the heavily decorated room and your thoughts are spiralling. at her request, you stand up and receive a box of toys each room has available on the side of the lounging area.

in it, you look for a dildo and bottle of lube. what were you doing with most of your clients? this woman made you ask yourself questions you've never considered being asked.

all of your clients are normally males, which are in heavy need of a relief by pushing their dicks into your hole and calling it a day. you didn't mind, since it's the routine of your income at the end of the day.

but right here and now, you were supposed to fuck yourself with a dildo in front of this woman, who watches every single move of yours with piercing eyes. and fuck, you felt small.

leaning back on your stool, you fully removed your soaking thong, hoping she wouldn't notice your wetness literally stringing to your cunt as you remove it.

to your disadvantage, she notices everything. her eyes follow the soaked thong falling to the ground, before they move up to look into your eyes again. fuck, this feels so much more intimate than any sex you've ever had and you continue dripping from your cunt at her dark gaze.

you spread your legs apart, hoping to drag her gaze down there. your eyes finally break the eye contact and follow the movement of your hands as you squirt some lubricant on the side of the dildo. it is veiny and big, a difference to the ones of your average clients.

with one arm resting on another stool behind you, you glide the sides of the dildo through your folds, making your chest jump at the feeling of the cold lube. you spread the lubricant across the dildo by dragging and shifting it through your folds, bumping your sensitive clit.

you look back into her eyes, questioning if you should really do this by hesitating with your next move.

she finally looks down at your dripping pussy coated with lubricant. on cue, you push the dildo completely aside in one go.

you want to see her reaction, but a moan escapes your lips as you try to stay quiet. this woman was onto something, but there's no way she can identify you from earlier.

nervous to look at her, you drag your eyes back to hers while slowly fucking yourself with the dildo. she seems to become restless, too.

it was her turn to look at you with furrowed brows as you began to fuck yourself harder, while trying to maintain your breath as you're biting your lower lip in pleasure.

fucking yourself faster and harder, trying to chase the warmth in your lower belly without success, you throw your head back hoping not a single sound escapes your lips.

your arm begins to hurt and you can feel the sweat building up on your forehead and cheekbones from exhaustion.

fuck, you really are about to sob. you look so pathetic trying to chase your own high while failing miserably, knowing acting one out won't go through with her.

"you can't come, beautiful?" she asks teasingly and grins at your miserable state. upset with her comment you look at her and you finally see it.

"here," she tells you, petting her lap her one hand, where she somehow managed to attach a harness on when you were in your own element.

you stopped your movements immediately and slipped the dildo out without any thought, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling inside of you before attaching it to her harness and climbing into her lap.

as you attach it through her harness, your thighs rest on her firm lap. and god, this woman was incredibly handsome. her strong facial features look even sharper with her heavy dark eyes piercing yours.

you really weren't sure what she was getting out of this. any other client would've been already chasing their orgasm inside you. Sevika hasn't touched you once. she hasn't even taken off any of her clothing yet.

as the wet dildo rests against your folds, you eye her cloak. before realising her bionic arm, she already has it moved to press a cold hand on your back to push you closer. she looks up for a reaction, but you grasp her shoulders to steady yourself without a sound.

her bionic arm cups your ass, making you gasp at the cold feeling on your skin, and her other hand pushes the dildo easily into you again, making your head throw back in pleasure of feeling full again in her presence.

adjusting once again at the feeling of being full, you look at her with heavy eyelids.

"can i touch you?" she asks quietly, her eyes never leaving yours.

you nod and push your chest towards her face as a cue. she grins at your boldness and presses a wet kiss on your breast, as her hand grips your hips, making them roll against her strap. her mouth sucks and bites your skin around your nipples, occasionally licking your perky nipple, making you see stars behind that mask.

as she sucks harder and harder, you beginn to slowly grind into her. your job has never felt this intimate with any client before.

her bionic arm holds you steady against her as her hips grind to meet yours. your breath was incredibly unsteady, trying to deal with the pleasure that builds up inside your core. her mouth travelled up to your exposed ear, nibbling at your dangling piercings and licking your earlobe. "you're in control, beautiful. do whatever you like," she whispers.

you stop in your tracks to look at her almost in shock. spiralling in your head, you don't know what to do. did you ever have control over your clients? trembling, you reached for a vibrator and pressed it into her hand.

"hold this against my clit as i ride you," you tell her quietly. hearing your voice, a smile sneaks onto her lips. "gladly," she responds and turns it on.

she kisses your breast before pressing the vibrator softly against your clit. you loudly moan from the sudden stimulation, beginning to ride her strap like there's no tomorrow. she sucks and bites your nipple, making you see more stars than before. your sighs and gasps turn into moans, not caring about hiding your voice from her anymore.

the dildo presses perfectly against your sweet spot inside of you as the vibrator teases your clit and you can't get enough of it. fuck, you're becoming greedy of this woman. you've never achieved such pleasure inside of you with anyone nor alone.

feeling your the warmth slowly building up in your lower belly, you whisper breathlessly "i-i'm close, Sevika," through your mask, not sure if she could even decipher your words. she reacts by biting down on your skin and cupping your ass with her bionic hand, almost making you scream as you grind restlessly on her strap as the vibrator bumps your wet clit.

and there it is, the sudden white spots clouding your vision as come hard on her strap. you reach for her hand to turn of the vibrator, scared of overstimulating yourself after coming for the first time in such a long time.

too blissed out from the feeling, your head falls onto her shoulder and she presses a soft kiss on on your neck.

"you did great, beautiful," she tells you and you feel her warm breath against your damp skin.

your mask shifts and the realisation hits you.

you slip it back into its place, slip off her strap with a wince and stumble back onto the stool, trying to compose yourself.

Sevika detaches the strap and there you see the bionic arm for the first time. it looked heavy with its several mechanics surrounding it, but then you notice the shimmer going through it like veins. fuck, did you almost get fucked with fucking shimmer inside of it?

she stands up and rearranges her clothing, seeming to take a leave as she hands you a stack of cash from her pouch.

"what about you?" you ask confused. she says nothing but presses the cash into your hand.

"madam won't allow me to take it," you say, looking up at her from the cash in your hands.

her hand softly cups your cheek and strokes your cheekbone with her thumb. "invest it in your shop, beautiful."

stunned by her comment, you sit there completely moveless.

she presses the doorknob as she is about to leave, but she stops mid-tracks before finally leaving the room.

"good to see you again."

masterlist ; pt. 2

[valwrote]

Imagine this –

neuvillette getting married but nothing goes right (but the ending does sit right) ft. the fontaine crew + fem!reader

a/n : you should get the noah's ark joke if you finished the 4.2 story quest. (haha totally didn't get spoiled. 🥲)

It was a bright sunny day, with cool winds blowing. Neuvillette sees you walking towards altar

Drip drip drip

AND it starts downpouring because he got emotional and everything spirals into chaos.

Guests are running around to save their clothes. The melusines and trying to save the food and Paimon is crying to the traveler that the food got ruined.

wriothesley and clorinde are just staring at eachother like 🧍‍♀️

"Where did this rain come from suddenly?"

"If i had the slightest of idea, I would've definitely told you, Clorinde."

guess their hardwork went down the drain. literally.

navia was panicking because her dress was getting ruined and her bodyguards came at the speed of light to her side and hold 3 umbrellas out for her, which was rather unnecessary.

"Oh no! Now I won't be able to snag pictures for the Steambird!" Charlotte frantically wiped her camera lens which got even blurry due to the water.

"Um Charlotte, should focus on saving yourself first rather than the camera." Navia suggested out of concern for the girl.

"IS IT TIME FOR MY GRAND PERFORMAN- oh." Furina who had planned a surprise performance realised it was raining and she had walked straight into it.

yup, it was definitely getting out of hand with people slippin' and sliding on the wet floor. But it got worse when the water levels start to rise and you try to get him to calm down.

"Neuvillette! Calm down- you will drown Fontaine and then Wriothesely will have to pull a Noah's Ark move again!"

"Ah- Yes. Sorry, I just got a bit-" he started only to get cut off.

"Teary eyed?" you asked with a smirk. Nothing better than an opportunity to poke fun at the Chief Justice.

"No." he curtly replied.

"You have to admit that you were definitely sobbing from happiness." you cheekily smile at him, pulling him into an embrace. Yes your clothes were soaked but honestly who cared.

"...let's not bring this matter up." he averted his gaze, trying to stop his lips from curling into a smile.

a select few were able to get a look at the Ludex breaking composure and smiling, his cheeks slightly pink. It was unfortunate that Charlotte won't be able to post it in the Steambird paper for everyone to see but —

sometimes, things which are hidden from masses are termed as 'mysteries' and mysteries are the most beautiful trinklets of memories to those who experienced it.*

neuvillette is so goofy, I love him. He deserves all the head pats and huggies

©definitelysel

[the-kr8tor]

Someone asked me for some vampire!Hobie so here I come ☝️👀

The potion this time is some garlic gloves with cardamom in a heart-shaped bottle! Pretty please 🥹 I'm thinking about vampire!Hobie who can turn into a bat (ahem.. Astarion..) and by that he can surely do some night walks- flies? And he can't help but bring you, human!Reader, all sorts of trinklets and flowers and fruits he finds! He just loves to rest in your palm while you try out the blueberries he stole from the most expensive blueberry farm he could find 😅

I heard astarion and I folded immediately 🥴 Thank you for the request! I hope you love it 💕

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mention, Bat form! Hobie, Vampire AU, Fluff

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

Your bed practically lulls you to sleep while your comfort show helps fill in the silence of your dark bedroom. Eyes drifting close, head lolling off to the side, you jump when you hear squeaking and tapping at your window. Squinting, you blink away sleep, watching a black blob flying over your window, excessively tapping and scratching.

“Hobie?” You tilt your head, already walking closer to him, socked feet thudding across carpeted floors. You giggle at the sight of his tiny yet fuzzy bat form struggling to keep the plastic bag afloat with his claws. He squeaks frantically, and you swear you heard him curse. “Okay, okay, calm down, I'm opening it right now.” The second you unlock and open the window, he immediately flies into your room. Wings loudly flapping, he lands on your bed, dare you say to his face— cutely landing on your fluffy pink blanket. He looks right at home.

You kneel on the bedside, elbow propped up, chin placed atop your palm while your other hand gently pats his head. Now having a closer non sleepy look at him, you can see his leather vest (a tiny version complete with the patches and spikes) on his small bat body. Even with his long pointed ears, he still sports the similar piercings that shine under the low light of your lamp.

“Here to visit me?” You ask, and he leans his head against your touch, encouraging you to pet him more. “So spoiled, y’know you can just knock on my door in your human form, right?” His small crimson eyes blink at you and his head tilts at your question. Wordlessly telling you— ‘where’s the fun in that?’ You chuckle, “So what do you have for me, Hobat?” If bats can roll their eyes, Hobie would've done it already.

With his miniature foot, he kicks the bag towards you. Before looking, you try to guess what it is. Sometimes it's flowers that he picked up while flying, or small trinkets that fit on the palm of your hand. And currently, he loves giving you jewelry, you don't ask him where he got it though. You love it nonetheless.

Peeking inside, a bunch of blueberries greet you, they're all big and plump, you can practically taste the juice in your mouth. Your stomach rumbles at the thought. “Wow, you went all out.” You look at the logo on the plastic, recognizing that it's from the overpriced grocery store downtown. “Nice, holy shit! How'd you manage that?”

Hobie squeaks, a barrage of high pitched tones that are adorable but annoying as he goes on. You raise a brow at him, “you can just turn back to your human form, Hobie, I don't speak bat.” He shakes his tiny fuzzy head, red eyes staring back at you. “Oh,” you nod in understanding, “it's that kind of day, huh?” Waddling towards your hand, he holds your finger, patting it like you've done a good job of translating his squeaks and shrieks. “Alright, Hobat, go grab some paper towels because I will not have blueberry juice all over my bed.”

With a chirp, Hobie flaps his wings, flying above you and briefly landing on your head, teasing you with his wings atop your eyes. You giggle at his antics, acting like you're trying to swat him away.

While he sets off towards the kitchen, you sit down on the bed with the blankets covering you, hands already rummaging through the blueberries and popping them in your mouth. You let the sweet juice fill your taste buds, you're fully awake from how good they taste. You're sure you've eaten a handful before Hobie comes flapping back inside the bedroom, feet clutching the entire roll of paper towels.

You giggle at the familiar sight. “You look like a carrier pigeon.” He sticks his tiny pink tongue out to you, to which you grin wider.

He lands on your chest, paper towels rolling off to your side. His claws don't hurt as he tries to balance his weight so it doesn't puncture your favourite blanket. You pet his head with your blue stained finger. He suddenly grabs your finger before you could take it away, staring at the blue tint, he narrows his wine red eyes at you, head shaking slowly as if he's reprimanding you.

“What?” You shrug innocently, “I only ate a couple!”

Hobie sniffs at your finger, in his bat form it's hard to look intimidating or scary mostly when you're barely the size of a fist. You tamp down a giggle while his pink nose sniffs. He looks back at your lips where there's evidence of blueberry juice clinging to the corner of your mouth. He could use his telepathy and talk to you that way but this is more fun for him. Especially when it comes to teasing you.

He opens his maw, revealing sharp fangs. For a moment you thought that he'd bite you, your eyes widened at the thought. But he shuts his mouth closed, leaving his tongue out, giving you a little kitten lick across the pad of your finger.

You laugh at how his tiny licks tickle you, he clings to your finger tighter, bat body holding on to your hand for dear life as you try to yank him away. “Hobie!” Giggling, fingers wet, he finally gives you reprieve by flying away and landing on your chest with his body spread eagle, wings fully unfurled and relaxed. “Oh you big baby.” You come down from your fit of giggles, petting him briefly and then grabbing one blueberry to feed to him. He accepts it wholeheartedly, munching and chewing on the fruit like It's ambrosia, and even purring and humming. You can feel his happiness through the blanket as he practically vibrates.

This goes on for awhile, you feed him a piece, you eat the next couple ones until he squeaks impatiently. With your hand fully smelling of fruit, and the packaging empty, you wipe your hands clean while Hobie still lies on your chest, eyes fighting sleep.

After a moment of silence, his slow breaths tell you that your little vampire bat has fallen asleep. So you slide down on the bed from your sitting position to lie down properly, sleep already taking over. But you still don't close your eyes for fear that you might roll over and squish him in your sleep. Wooden stakes and the sun might be the only things able to kill him but you still don't want him to turn into a bat pancake.

Grabbing his body carefully, your hand wraps around his middle perfectly. After getting a hold of him while making sure you won't drop him, you pull him off your chest. You lift him up for only a moment before something stops you, or someone for that matter. Looking down, you see that with his tiny hands and feet that have sharp claws is clinging on the blanket, refusing to be separated from you. He's still asleep, tiny tummy protruding from his abundant midnight snack.

As much as you love the adorable sight, you have to take him off of you and place him on his side of the bed instead. So you start to wake him up, finger rubbing up and down his fuzzy back while you coo softly at him.

“Come on, Hobie, you gotta wake up. You can't sleep on top of me like this or I might squish you again. Remember last time?” With you booping at his pink nose, he stirs awake, red eyes blinking slowly at you. “There you are, sorry but I have to move you—” A poof of smoke appears and suddenly the weight on top of you gets heavier. “Hobie!” You gasp when he wraps all his long limbs around you, warm hand finding penchant on the small of your back, while the other has wiggled its way under your nape where calloused fingers rub along your skin just like you were doing to him a few minutes ago.

The smoke clears and you're greeted by a very smug vampire whose red eyes are aglow with amusement. “Evenin’”

“Hobie! You're heavy!” Your grin betrays you.

“You weren't complaining before,” he snuggles closer on your chest, nose nudging on the blanket. “‘sides, ‘m already comfortable.”

“Well I'm not and I'm just as sleepy.” Despite your words, your hands have found their way on his back, embracing him fully.

Hobie fakes a loud snore, head falling limp, and even lolling his tongue out for added effect. You chuckle, fingers massaging the knot on the back of his neck. With a groan, he holds on to you tighter as if he's not already impossibly close to you.

“You okay?” You ask, neck stretching down to kiss along his hairline.

“Yeah,” he says against the collar of your shirt. He's completely relaxed, “just want to be close to you.”

You've gotten used to his weight on top of you, smiling against his skin before you lay your head back down. “Okay, go to sleep.”

“Did you like the blueberries?” Hobie lifts his head up, chin placed on your chest.

You meet his eyes, “yes, it was really good. Thank you for bringing them.” He gives you his best smile, already thinking of ways he can get more. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah,” he lifts himself up, now hovering above you, inches away from your face, staring at you like you're the best thing in the world. He feels like you are. “But this is infinitely better.” You beam up at him, and with that he meets you halfway for a saccharin, blueberry juice kiss.

[bowandcurtsey]

can i pls have fluff headcanons of luck volitia

Hi dearie! thank you for requesting! Sorry this took so long, but happy holidays <3

And sure, here's some fluffy Luck Volitia for you! There wasn't any specification if it should be platonic or romantic so I just decided to go with romantic headcanons! hope that's okay!

Characters: Luck volitia x f! reader tw: unchecked works

He is a cutie and a sweetheart and he makes your heart race and melt at the same time.

He doesn't buy flowers, he picks them himself from the forests and his missions. Yeap, don't expect beautifully wrapped bouquets, it's straight from the nature itself.

he always holds your hand intertwined with your fingers. even if you held his hands the 'wrong' way, he'll correct it and intertwined your fingers together.

"people won't be able to snatch you away that easily like this," he says

it'll be surprising but he like to cook together with you. whether it's making a simple sandwich together or baking a cake from scratch, he just likes doing something together with you and then enjoying eating it together.

Loves going to carnivals with you, he plays all the games with you and wins some solid prizes. He'll go shopping around with you too and buys you little trinklets so that you'll have a memory for your date.

If you made him anything, rest assured that he would keep it along with him and treasure it. The scarf you made? he wears it even if it's not even that cold.

The little bracelet you made? it's on his wrist 24/7.

the little flower band you made on a random date for fun? it's in his room like a prized possession. You had to throw it away while he didn't noticed, because all the flowers wilted.

He treasures every single thing and moment you both have.

He doesn't have much worries or stress, but whenever he gets a little more quiet than usual, you'd know that something's on his mind. But he'll enjoy stargazing with you and holding you in his arms.

He'll just fondle with your hair, and enjoy being in your presence.

He spoils you so much, you're his little princess and he has absolutely no shame in showing everyone that!

If charmy bakes a cupcake, he'll go "give me more! i'm bringing it for y/n!"

If you both get into an argument (which is rarely because he takes everything with a pinch of salt anyway), he'll just follow you around quietly like a lost puppy. He'll give you some puppy eyes as well if you'd even look at him.

He'll just stay quietly near you until you give in and go "come here" and in a flash (quite literally) he'll be in your arms.

[luci4theminorannoyance]

kortac and their love languages:

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

a/n: I just realized I did this for 141 but not kortac! So tada!! I’m also including shadow company cuz duh (also my text is bold and it won’t stop)

konig:

-gift giving all the way. Mostly little trinklets that don’t have monetary value but have value to him and you

-if you would let him he would have taken a photo every time your eyes lit up while he gave you a gift

-he personally likes quality time, alone, enjoying a show or doing something calming together

Horangi:

-he gives physical touch everywhere! Or at least anywhere he can get away with it he’ll hold your hand or pat you on the shoulder or hold your hips

-could spend hours with his hands on you trying to remember every muscle, cut, scar, mark, and mole by memory

-he personally love’s physical touch right on back, and he really just thinks of it as being truly close to each other

Velikan:

-he really does a mix for people he likes platonically etc, but the one he does for you the most is acts of service!

-He wouldn’t want you to have to do something that he could do much easier :( (unless of course you wanted to)

-he personally loves gifts, he has a little compartment in his gear bags that’s just filled with little gifts, most of them being simple little things you handed to him like a pretty flower he ended up pressing or a small note

graves:

-he will SPOIL you. No questions about it. Gift giving all the way

-you want a new shirt or bracelet? Already getting shipped. You want new gear for your Hobby or shadow company? Ordered.

-he loves feeling like he’s actively getting you thinks you want <3

-he loves words of affirmation especially when it’s accompanied by a shoulder pat or close hug. (He has parental issues AND religious trauma👍)

[onnahu]

I love when fics tell about Jason's room being left untpuched after his death. An unfinished homework on the desk, the bookmark on the page he left it.

But imagine Jason coming back to the manor only to find that his room looks like any other unused bedroom. Any photos, certificates, little trinklets that were displayed on the walls and on Bruce's workdesk gone. Every gift he ever gave him disappeared. Like he never existed. The only tell he ever was at the manor before is that damn memorial. 'A good solider'. Was he ever a son to Bruce?

I take from this comic panels:

(It's Bruce's bedroom, but the point is that there is no sign of Jason)

[universeskies]

Butch Pearl? Butch Pearl. Blessing The timeline with BUTCH PEARL YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! I WILL ALWAYS GIVE THEM THE TRINKLETS OF LOVE!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! TRINKLETS MERCH OF HER WIFE FR FR!!!

[xiaoshy]

✩°̥࿐ hello hello! welcome to my blog! you can call me ushy ⪩⪨

i’m twenty years old and from the uk. pronouns are she/her. i also have an unhealthy obsession over the loml xiao. >_<

wanted to dedicate this page for my self ship xiaoshy and have silly rambles about xiao. i also draw and make art on twt and insta. i’m here to make moots and to have a good time. (i still have no idea how to work this damn app).

ꕤ likes: anime and manga! (my all time favs being aot and jjk). crying over eremika (iykyk), genshin nerd sigh… (been playing since 1.1), reading (mainly just silly romance novels ofc), winter, cats!!! coffee, boba, miffy, (i love decorating my room with trinklets), grunge, (a little dark academia too), webtoons and manhwas.

ꕤ fandoms: jjk, aot, genshin impact, hsr, chainsaw man, love and deepspace, demon slayer, saiki k, marvel!!!

ꕤ fav characters: xiao (obvs). zhongli, nanami kento (heavy for this one whoops), zayne, eren, gojo and geto, aki, miguel o hara.

ꕤ fav shows/movies: weightlifting fairy kim bok-joo (kdrama that i’ve rewatched a million times), tangled, howls moving castle, the proposal (tbh most ryan reynolds movies i love him), zootopia, spiderman atsv, thor ragnorok.

looking forward to interacting and making mutuals w yall! that is all! ty for reading!! ‎(✿˘˘✿)

[arxiel]

CRIMSOM THUNDER

Rolan x F!Tav

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Chapter 11: Stopping the Repetition of History

Rating: Mature (Blood, violence, uncomfortable situations, Lorroakan being a sick)

Words Count: 5.671

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Rolan spent a sleepless night carefully reading and studying up on magic to be prepared for anything. Including the flight spell that he saw his own master perform. He studied the words to conjure the spell so that he would be able to perform it sometime.  He already had a twitch in his eye from exhaustion and his back ached from being bent over like a shrimp for hours, but he needed to finish his study in order to return all the books to their place to avoid being caught. 

The exhausted tiefling was finished with his typical night's study, letting him sleep for a couple of hours before rising again to attend the shop early, tolerating angry patricians for their failed panic purchases and others assuring him they were carrying the relic that their master was looking for.  

His companions looked at him with pity, for the blows were still visible and it was hard to hide from them that he had annoyed Lorroakan. 

A well-known face would arrive inside the shop demanding the reward for the relic in annoyance. It was Aradin who had exposed the grove for fleeing the goblins. 

He threatened Rolan for the reward, which he obviously did not deserve. He brought nothing at all. 

Exhausted from tolerating impolite people he expelled Aradin using four mage hands to drag him outside the shop and command one of the living armour to keep the annoying man out. 

Rolan continued to manage the shop while he read some of the spell books in the shop to keep his anger to himself.  

As he finished reading a few paragraphs, the tiefling took from the account book to organise and arrange the gold for the paydays of the counting house. 

He stretched his neck slightly to feel his back crackle leaving a slight feeling of relaxation, he was physically and mentally tired, but it would be worse if he was caught resting, even for a couple of minutes. 

His gaze remained fixed on the accounts to be done.

"Rolan...?" A harmonious familiar voice snapped him from his concentration, as he looked up he would see Yvainne with her group of weird friends. 

Rolan softened his gaze, he was truly happy to see her still in a single piece, wearing a different clothing and with her long hair tied back, allowing the sunlight reflected in the stained glass windows benefiting her face. It made him forget all the bad times he had been through. 

"What are you doing here?" The happy tiefling asked innocently. "What happened to you?" Yvainne's anguished question would remind him immediately his own purpose. 

"Nothing for you to worry about." Rolan's voice catches at the mention of it, disguising it in a smile. She noticed, making her worried look turn to anger, already guessing who was causing the injuries to him. 

"Lorroakan did this to you didn't he? Judging by his reputation. I wouldn't be surprised if you don't learn something of great value from him yet." Gale interfered, Rolan agreed to his word, proving him right.

"I haven't learnt anything under his tutelage. - Master Lorroakan is... a difficult man. he's conumed by his pursuit of the Nightsong. And that's all I deal with these days - people claiming their trinklets are the 'real Nightsong', looking for the mountain of gold Lorroakan promised. - I fear it'll stay that way." The group crossed their gazes. Yvainne would take one of Lorroakan's quest pamphlets and read it carefully. 

"But never mind that. What can I do for you?" She straightened her posture to show him the pamphlet. 

"We have information about the Nightsong," Rolan paled at her words. 

"Don't play with that, Lorroakan he's got a beastly temper. Consider it, he doesn't know you are here, he..." She observed Rolan's posture with the same detail as the first time she met him. He would take her hand to lead her away from the counter to speak to her at a safe distance. 

"He saw you at the festival and he ordered me to lead you with him, trust me you should not go, it is dangerous." She looked up to see Rolan's worried expression. Gently she placed her fingers on his lips to silence him maintaining a determined look just like the time she saved him from those shadows. 

"I am not afraid of him." Rolan held her face to make her look into his eyes at the answer. He had so much to say, deep inside he wanted to confess all that he felt to keep her from leaving, but it was too soon. 

The bustle of Sorcerous Sundries was distracting him from finding the right words to stop her from going to his master. 

A sense of impunity would cause his tail to wag. Yvainne brought her hand to Rolan's forearm. 

"I'll be fine..." She took steps back to walk away to go up with her companions to contact Lorroakan's projection for the right portal to the tower. 

Rolan just watched as the right portal opened for her entrance, thinking of all the different possible scenarios she might face, perhaps to help her, if Lorroakan didn't kill him first. 

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The moment was finally upon her. She spent so many years waiting for her sweet revenge which was complicated by her new odyssey. 

But something else was occupying her mind besides revenge. She was curious about why the interest on Nightsong. 

As they entered the portal that leading to Ramazith Tower they approached the charlatan wizard who was playing with the living armour's aim against the halfling. His companions were at a safe distance due to the warning about Lorroakan. He saw her, and immediately marched the armour and the halfling away to have a proper conversation. 

"Mmm impressive, who knew a lady of such beauty would have the intelligence to choose the correct portal without the help of my apprentice. - But I see no Nightsong in hand." Yvainne arched her eyebrow. He didn't seem to recognise her, though it made sense, her head had been shaved by Lorroakan for years by the apprenticeship of the red mages of Thay as she wore a lot of Thayan make-up and red robes.  

She would see this situation to her advantage if he didn't get too close. 

"May I know what you want from her." Lorroakan smiled mischievously at her words. She would bite her tongue.

"‘She’ you're a delight, you've been to the Shadowfell to look at her eyes. I can see now why the news talks so much about you and your group." He said with an impressed look on his face. She would fold her arms at his flattery. 

"You don't seem to be a powerful man enough to know about Shadowfell without dying." Lorroakan slowly approached her. Yvainne remained stoic at the approach of her old master, but she was careful not to let him meet her eyes. 

"I've paid for a great deal of very privileged information. So, yes, my dear, I am powerful in my own way." The wizard drew a familiar wand from his sleeve, she opened her eyes, recognising it instantly. 

The wand he had taken from her father. 

"Beautiful, isn't it? Worth more than your life, I ‘bought’ it from a Calishite warlock with very little of his soul left to him. - It can bind a celestial to the wearer's service as well as absorb the power from others." Lorroakan would laugh lightly as he looked at the wand. Yvainne scowled angrily. He wanted to do to Aylin what Ketheric Thorm did.  

And to know about the wand? 

It meant he'd had it planned long before.  

Yvainne would turn to her companions with a cold expression on her face. 

"Go for ‘her’, I have business here." She mentioned in a calm tone. Jaheira and Shadowheart exchanged surprised glances while Gale approached her with anguish in his eyes. 

"You heard Rolan, it's dangerous if you face him alone." Yvainne gave Gale a stern look. "I know what you will say ‘he seeks power for himself’. I know it Gale, gods I know..." She tapped Gale's shoulder to try to calm him down. 

"But now he knows we have Aylin, they will follow us and it could be worse....  This is my moment. - Go..." Gale looked at the ground unsurely before heading for the portal along with Shadowheart and Jaheira. 

Now she was alone with the wizard. 

"I thought they would never leave..." Lorroakan approached playfully to grab at her long strands of hair unannounced. Yvainne would start to feel a shiver down her spine, causing her confident facade to falter. 

"Although I have a feeling we have seen each other before." She avoided any eye contact in an attempt to avoid being recognized. Slowly she would reach for Sussur's dagger that was tucked neatly behind her as she listened to her old master's words. 

But Lorroakan seemed to be distracted with something else on his mind instead of looking into her eyes. His own urgency would lead him to gently touch her neck and close to her chest. 

Yvainne startled at the touch, remembering a few times he had taken it out on her in this same manner. Causing her to begin to shake with rage. 

She longed to thrust the dagger into his stomach or his neck to end it all, but being too close she couldn't reach the dagger, he can easily snatch it away.... 

She just had to wait until he was completely distracted. 

Suddenly the portal resounded, allowing the tiefling she had left behind pass through. 

Immediately Lorroakan stepped back to give Rolan a stern look. 

Yvainne breathed a great sigh with relief at the separation from the rough hands of her old master. A lump in her throat tightened as she saw that Rolan had witnessed such a grotesque scene. 

"What in the world are you doing here?" Lorroakan approached with a threatening stride towards Rolan who had blanched at the sight of his master's advances. 

She quickly unsheathed her dagger to approach from behind, but instead someone grabbed her wrist to snatch the weapon from her. 

"Master, the woman!!" Miklaur showed the dagger she held, Yvainne quickly snatched it from him with a shove. But Lorroakan snapped his fingers to throw Sussur's dagger to the ground. 

He reached out to grab her by the cheeks, to get a detailed look at her familiar face. He smiled in amazement as he recognised her. 

"Well, what have we here? My little flower" Lorroakan summoned a pair of chains to immobilize her. She paled at the gleam of the chains; the chains that in Athkanta are used to immobilize those illegal casters, something they had done to her family. 

"You were very helpful in the end, boy, you not only found my first apprentice, you saved your master before she ended my life." Lorroakan waved his hand at his own words. Miklaur pointed the dagger at her neck. 

Rolan stepped forward to stop his master, but his master would use his staff to prevent him from taking another step with a wicked grin on his face. 

"Don't you want to get your hands dirty? Do the job yourself." Lorroakan aimed the staff at Yvainne's arms and the halfling ripped her sleeves revealing her tattoos of the red mages of Thay. 

‘"What the...?" Rolan will whisper to himself at the sight of each symbol on his tattoos. 

These as well Yvainne's eyes would glow faintly in an attempt to free herself from the arcane chains. But the effort would cause her to feel a scorching pain in her wrists making every try a futile one. 

"Yvainne, my little starlet, you only have to say the magic words if you want to release you." Lorroakan grabbed her neck to make her look up. 

"Fuck you..." Her master laughed at the insult. He calmly took Miklaur's knife in his hands. 

"Boy, that is who she really is." Lorroakan swiftly ran the knife across her neck causing her to start to bleed out dangerously. Rolan would step forward in utter terror at the scene. 

Yvainne's eyes and tattoos will glow bright crimson making her wound close up causing her to cough blackened blood from her mouth. 

"I know my dear, it hurts a lot, but I wanted to make sure you've embraced your potential enough." Lorroakan would reach over to pass a handkerchief to wipe the necrotic blood from her lips. 

The tiefling's throat would have a lump from the helplessness of the situation. He was at a total disadvantage if he tried to do anything, while she was annoyingly fierce despite being subdued. 

"You're only one small step to becoming a lich, just accept death." she would laugh at her old master's words. 

"I'd rather this than spend thousands of years without feeling anything, and slowly putrefying." She would spit with a smirk on her face. 

A faint fluttering of wings would be heard in the distance and a portal would open to let her companions through. 

Lorroakan raising his gaze would free Yvainne from her chains to admire Dame Aylin crossing the balcony. 

She rise up with difficulty touching her neck, to her luck the chains was a copy of the real chains of Athkatha, the real chains function in the same way as the magic suppressing bracelets. 

Maybe Lorroakan was aware of this to allow her to regenerate. 

But why exactly? 

"What have we here? A frightened Magician hidding in ‘his’ tower. What are you so scared of, magus? Not the Nightsong, surely - why, she's nothing but a relic to be purchased and pursued." Rolan stared in astonishment at the words of her. He would look at both his master and the Aasimar, who had seen her in Moonrise along with Isobel. 

"My gods... The Nightsong is a person...?" The tiefing said in a monotone voice in disbelief at all that was happening.

 Lorroakan smiled Machiavellianly as all his plans were coming together. 

"At last. There you are, my dear." Aylin would look with disgust at the words of the mage who exuded a lust for power. 

"You will address me with due deference, I am Dame Aylin and you are a whelp without honour." Lorroakan chuckled at Aylin's comment. 

"My apologies, Dame Aylin, I meant no disrespect. I hoped my old student would introduce us. that i might get to meet the famed daughter of Selune, and if I am not mistaken she brought you here to forgive her insolence of dishonouring her own heritage of Thay and do what I believe she came to do." Lorroakan would extend his hand to Yvainne. 

"You must be shitting me." She replied angrily, still touching her neck. 

"Think about it my little flower, the device will allow us to share the immortality and power of our guest. It would cause her no harm and no pain of any kind. - And in return you will have the power of a lich preserving you completely, as you have always wished." He smiled  "Do you know how much I miss your innocent presence every day?" Lorroakan would take a persuasive tone at Yvainne to manipulate her again. She laughed at his attempt as she glared at him angrily. 

"You sent my family to be murdered because you wanted a wand, you trained me to be your pet with Thayan magic, you mistreated me in different ways over and over again... And you turned me in against hunters who longed to cut your head. You must be delusional if you think I'll be on your side, you can go fuck yourself." Yvainne prepared her hands to conjure up a flame blade. Her companions unsheathed their weapons with a grin on their faces in utter pride of their companion. 

"Mmm. A pity my dear. You could have earned my favour and received your reward. But I suppose I will have to absorb your power anyway..." Lorroakan would draw the wand to fuse it with his staff. A bluish glow surrounded the staff causing the wand to turn into a sparkles. 

"Boy! At the ready. Once I've taken control of the Aasimar, she must go directly into the caging runes you've drawn." Rolan looked at him with the same contempt as Yvainne. 

Now he knew the whole truth. 

Long ago he had admired him, then in his apprenticeship to fear him. 

And now a deep resentment. 

"No, master Lorroakan. I would never have assisted you if I knew all the horrors have you done and yet to be done. - You lied to bring the Nightsong here, made us all believe she was nothing but a relic." Rolan would straighten his posture with anger and determination. 

"I have seen what true power and leadership can accomplish. - but never under your tutelage." He would turn his gaze to meet Yvainne's eyes who looked at him softly at his words.

The wizard's face would crinkle in genuine anger, his apprentice that he had tried to break to prevent the repetition of history was betraying him to his first apprentice. 

"Watch your tongue, you child! I could make it such that no wizard in the realm will touch you." Lorroakan's venomous voice wouldn't affect the tiefling who still remained resolute to his words. 

"If they're all like you, I think that sounds like an excellent bargain." Rolan moved forward to take Yvainne's hand tightly.

Both looked furiously at the wizard who looked around furiously at his total disadvantage. 

"Ho! Face what you have wrought, charlatan. Face us we who detest you so." Aylin would laugh to further provoke the wizard's fury. 

"Myrmidons, Imperatum!" The flame-haired wizard would raise both arms to summon four myrmidons of each element to fight at his side. Lorroakan would smile to show off his power, proving that the wizard of Athkatla is not entirely incompetent. 

The Myrmidons approached the group to attack them. 

Shadowheart and Gale prepared elemental protection spells to prevent the powerful strikes of the summonings.  While Aylin would brutally deal with Lorroakan's loyal halfling lackey. 

Yvainne and Rolan separated to avoid being harmed by the myrmidons or by Lorroakan's furious magic. They both knew perfectly well that it was a very bad idea to try to hurt the wizard with the elemental myrmidons nearby. 

The books flew from the intensity of the spells, and the wizard was willing to finish his first student. 

Until her team would take down one of the elementals provoking the attention of the furious wizard. 

Lorroakan flew up to cast a cone of cold, making Gale, Shadowheart, Jaheira and Astarion covered in frost and unable to move, becoming an easy target for the myrmidons. 

The wizard would try to strike hard with his staff at his first student, but she would evade his attack attempts.  

"Are you surprised by my skill? Those hunters made a real mage breaker of me." Yvainne taunted, evading each blow, to which the irritated mage would quickly conjure a pair of mage hands to bring her down to take advantage of the attack. 

"And just as irritable as that bratty little girl who couldn't even cast a single bolt of lightning. - Go on try to hurt me or are you afraid of my Elemental Retort" Lorroakan would strike with the crown of the staff at her stomach. 

"Macte virtute"

When Lorroakan would hit Yvainne again he would take instant Ice damage, as he turned to his back it was Rolan who conjured up a modified mage armour which would do similar effects to Agathys armour. 

He will only smile slyly raising his hands to demonstrate his skill.

"Remind me to incinerate your little brothers after I finish you." Lorroakan would summon multiple owl illusions to fly at him to prevent him from seeing and make him retreat blindly. 

"‘You touch my brothers and I will burn you alive..." Rolan would cast a magic annulment to make the owls disappear. 

But Lorroakan was already in front of him. 

And he pushed him with all his might off the balcony. 

"ROLAN!" Yvainne cried out at the top of her lungs before rising to draw her hand crossbows to conjure scorching shots along with arrows. Her tattoos and eyes would glow crimson. 

"Arde"

The multiple scorching arrows would hit Lorroakan hard. Wounded by her old student's magic would make an elemental retort striking her down in an instant. 

Her companions would try to reach out to lift their friend, but they remained covered in frost trying to free themselves to strike down the remaining myrmidons. 

The angry, thirsty for power wizard placed his staff firmly on top of her back to absorb her power. 

Lorroakan murmured to make the staff glow to begin the absorption, Yvainne would begin to feel her power leaving her body, feeling weaker and weaker. 

The tadpole in her head would squirm in pain feeling like it was absorbing the tadpole's magic as well. Making her scream from the real pain. 

To her, it felt like her limbs were slowly being removed. 

She couldn't summon magic or move, only the agony was present.  

Weakly she would try to cast any magic, but her crimson tattoos seemed to slowly fade away. 

"It's sad that the supposed heroine of Baldurs gate dies before facing the absolute, all for a sad revenge. - As you well know, I get what I want and I will not rest until I get it." Lorroakan's venomous voice made her ears ring. 

But she could do nothing, only watch her companions fight the myrmidons that prevented their aid. 

"Tormentum"

A big red ball would hit Lorroakan breaking his concentration to continue absorbing Yvainne's magic. 

Her gaze stopped on Rolan who had successfully cast the Grand flight spell and was now flying like his master. A few tears came at the sight of him still alive. 

"You brat..." Lorroakan surprised would be preparing a spell to strike him down in a desperate manner. Yvainne laughed weakly before grabbing him by the legs. 

"You failed to tame him." she buried one of the arrows from the crossbow into his leg causing him to lose all concentration. 

Lorroakan would kick Yvainne with extreme force. In desperation he would again mumble to concentrate to consume the magic absorbed from his staff to conjure something deadly to the tiefling. 

Lorroakan's eyes as well as the staff would begin to glow crimson. 

But during his concentration Rolan moved close enough to conjure a thunderwave to hurl Lorroakan to the furious feet of the Aasimar. 

Defeated Lorroakan would desperately try to subdue Aylin with the staff imbuing new magic, but Aylin lifted him up to break his back with her mighty knee causing him to fall dying looking up at the tiefling and the half elf with hatred in his eyes, but still clinging to his staff. 

"Damn you..." His last words were to be uttered before he stopped moving from the pain he felt. 

They had won the battle, with a hint of bitterness. 

Yvainne struggled to her feet to walk at a slow pace towards Rolan who was staring at Lorroakan's inanimate body, completely stunned. 

"He's dead... he's really dead..." Rolan murmured looking at his hands, he had led his master to his death. Yvainne reached out to touch his cheek to look at each other. Tears would run down her bruised cheeks. 

She gave him a couple of thumps on his chest before hugging him tightly. 

"I thought he killed you... You... Don't ever do that again... I absolutely forbid it..." She sobbed, hiding her face in his chest, he would gently return the embrace, understanding her anger. He had saved himself by a miracle, he would never have thought to learn that spell based on the observation of his master. 

Yvainne moved her hands to Rolan's bruised face to look carefully every wound that was marked on his face. 

Gently she brought her face to his lips to kiss them softly, even if it was only for a few short seconds, to look into his eyes again. 

"Ehmm, I'm sorry, we have a problem, well, two." Shadowheart approached the two of them, embarrassed to be interrupting them.  

Rolan and Yvainne would separate to observe what was going on. Astarion was trying hard to open Lorroakan's lifeless hand. And Aylin was distant and tired. 

But that would not stop her from eternally thanking Yvainne and her team for the warning and especially the tiefling for fighting with them to exterminate the fire-haired fool. 

All would be thankful except for Astarion who was still struggling. 

"How does a corpse get so much strength? It won't let go of that ridiculous staff." the corpse was clinging to the staff with inhuman strength, and the staff was emitting a latent blue light. 

It still contained the energy of the wand. 

Yvainne looked at the cane and her eyes would be gazing intently at the crown of the cane. As she leaned down she would touch the eye socket of the staff with intrigue.  

She heard voices, especially the angry voice of Lorroakan. 

She tightened her head as she listened to them, there was despair reminding her memories of the unsafe streets of Athkatla and further memories of her apprenticeship and her journey. 

Jaheira would reach out to grow vines around him, wrapping the corpse with the staff. 

Voices would be hushed. 

Yvainne tightened her arms. The staff now would flow Thayan magic into it. 

She hadn't lost her power entirely, but some of it. She felt significantly weaker. 

And that would be a problem when facing the Netheress Brain. 

A hand on her shoulder snapped her out of her distraction, as she turned to see Rolan with a heartwarming look on his face. 

"What can I do to thank you for all the help you've done?" Astarion and Gale stepped forward to speak to the tiefling at the same time. 

"The Book of the Annals of Karsus." "The Gold of Reward.’’ 

Jaheira grabbed both men by the ears. 

Rolan would arch his eyebrow before bringing his hand to his chin in thought. 

"I understand the forbidden reading as well as Tolna had indicated, but now that the lord of the tower is in inconvenience...’’ Rolan would throw a bag at the pale elf at the mention of it. 

"Now we understand each other." Astarion would play with the bag throwing it in the air to catch it. 

"You can take whatever is useful, but don't be greedy and leave some to the tower. - And also be cautious, there are corridors with several traps in the vaults, but I think you can handle it." The group will head to the floor below the main hall to look for the other entrance to the vaults. 

The tiefling would approach again to raise his hand to speak to them again. 

"Ah, avoid going out the portal at the entrance to the vaults, the armour on the shop will catch you" Rolan as he finished his warning he reached for Yvainne's hand one last time to press his lips against the back of her hand to say goodbye to her. 

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As the group left. Rolan lay on the battle floor in disbelief of all that had happened. 

Staring up at the magical roof of the tower he pondered all that his master had done.  

He was a far worse person than he had known during his apprenticeship and a danger. 

His thoughts turned to his saviour. 

Lorroakan wanted to take advantage of her and even dared to lay a hand on her. And he hurt her mortally in front of his eyes. For a few moments he thought he had lost her forever, but she is a pretty strong person, despite all her past, she had saved him several times... 

The tiefling brought his fingers to his lips to remember his kiss with her again.  

But in an instant he would wake up from his vivid dream to look at the corpse covered in vines thinking about where to bury it. Just like Miklaur's body burned by the strength of Dame Aylin. 

Determined he again got up to take off part of his tunic and armour leaving only his shirt to clean the place, and conjured mage hands to do the work of lifting the stuff while he wrote a quick note on an origami bird inviting his brothers to come. 

After all he hadn't seen them in this time for his ‘apprenticeship’. 

The hours would pass with Rolan cleaning everything up, he'd buried the corpses far enough away from the city with the portals to keep everything covered up, even if it was complicated being alone.  

When everything seemed to be in order, he lay down on the clean floor to recover some energy, the pain he has had these last days from the blows and the fights had exhausted him.  He closed his eyes to focus his thoughts on what to have for dinner when his brothers arrived.

Suddenly the sound of the portal would open. 

"By the gods Rolan!" Lia approached near to her brother to make sure he was still alive, when she saw that he was still breathing she kicked him gently. 

Rolan groaned a bit from the pain. 

"It still hurts, let me go." Cal and Lia straightened their brother up. 

"You look like shit." Cal touched every bruise on his face. 

"Thank you, I hadn't noticed, that's very kind of you." Lia arched her eyebrow. "And apparently he's still the same donkey." Rolan embraced his siblings gently. 

He missed those moments with them. Both would return the embrace. 

Cal and Lia spent their time cleaning up the blood and healing their brother's wounds with ointments and potions from the Bonecloak's Apothecary. 

While Rolan confessed all that had happened during these twenty-two days of ‘apprenticeship’. 

Both of them would give their brother gentle blows so as not to hurt him too much, but they were both upset. 

All the time he had kept silent and lied in every origami letter. 

Then his brothers looked at Rolan terrified when he mentioned the story of Yvainne and the battle with their master.  Both brothers looked at their brother to finally tell what had happened in Moonrise Towers - their tortures and the rescue where Yvainne was likewise mortally wounded and was saved by her Thayan magic. 

Rolan touched his forehead at the information, noticing that she was terrified at each moment that the others would know what she was. 

He can understand why; the red wizards of Thay are not at all well regarded in most of Faerun, their magic was mostly twisted and those who are deserters are forced to hide... 

"She's like our guardian angel, don't you think?" Cal mentioned in a dreamy tone. 

Lia would smile and pat her brother on the back. 

"Do you think so?" Rolan looked away to focus on his brother's words. 

"At this point you are still doubting? Number one, she saved us in the grove, number two she saved us from the cursed land, number three she saved us from a lunatic wizard and four, she's going to save the fucking world, isn't she? - Fuck Rolan, I know it's the most abnormal relationship of your life, but face it, you're weird and you like things not to be normal." Lia gives her brother a slap on the wrist. 

"Thank you for calling me a weirdo is a divine compliment." Rolan's sarcasm was enough to make Cal burst out laughing. "And no, I'm not doubting it, I'm just surprised that you consider her to be an ‘angel’"  He sighed at his words. 

"This is what we mean, Rolan, this is something. Since she came into our lives you've finally stopped acting like an ogre with hemorrhoids." Rolan laughed with a shake of his head at the comparison. 

Rolan looked up at the ceiling in thought at the words of his brothers who exchanged knowing glances. They seemed to be planning something and only his brother needed a nudge to finally take some initiative.

"Well, you'd better get some rest, you've done so much already." Lia patted her brother on the back. 

"Yes, we'll do some cleaning up for you, take a rest, you need it." Cal smiled sincerely at his brother before picking up some books and notes scattered on the floor. 

"But you have zero arcane knowledge to organise it properly." Rolan picked up one of the books Cal was carrying. 

"That won't stop us from picking up the books from the floor, nerd." Lia showed her toungue before snatching the book out of Rolan's hands. 

"Okay, just don't touch the buttons in the library room if you two want to go to your rooms you have to go down the steps." Cal and Lia laughed lightly at Rolan's protective comment, it was typical of him. 

"Yeah, yeah now go to the city, there's a lot of things you've missed." Lia would give her brother a little nudge. 

Rolan huffed before putting his robes back on to let his siblings get to know the tower on their own. 

"Do you really think I'm going for...?" Cal whispered to his sister to keep his brother from overhearing. "Oh of course he will, that expression on his jerk face says it all. If he comes back without telling us anything we'll tie him up." Lia will whisper in the same way before ruffling her brother's hair.

Rolan would set foot outside the tower and the tent and feel the gentle breeze of the city before inhaling deeply.  

Now he would forge his own course now that Lorroakan was gone and he couldn't be more excited about it now that everything went so much better than he had planned. 

But he had matters on his mind.

He wanted to talk to Yvainne seriously about everything, he needed it.

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[lyramundana]

Babe, I love seeing your stray kids analysis. Specially yandere ones *fangirl mode activated* ヾ⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠)⁠ﾉ. Can you please do "yandere Lee Know as a secret admirer?" Also, do you think Bangchan would be most likely to stalk his darling? I mean the dude is lurking in social media and sees everything, so I have a feeling that he'll know every single details, secrets of his darling. What's your opinion?

I'm glad you liked them!❤ I'm a big enjoyed of this trope too 🤭

I'm sorry but I have my requests closed rn. However, I already did a pretty detailed explanation of how secret admirer Lee Know would be here. It's basically how he'll be as a yandere anyway, nothing changes. He'll do all of that, and maybe send you trinklets and gifts anynomously.

Bang Chan is smooth and scarily smart when he wants to. He won't stalk her by following her home and all that, but he'll keep track of every single social media account his Darling has. He never misses a post or anything. If he can, he'll put a tracker on her phone too to know where she is at all times. However, he doesn't need to resort to this often, because he'll get his Darling to trust him blindly and so they'll tell him anything he needs to know willingly, without suspecting a thing. He has them wrapped around his fingers.

But yeah, he pretty muchs knows everything about Darling, either because they told him or because he found out himself. He hates secrets.

[stocious]

me? late for a tag game? NEVER! happy belated birthday to @energievie and thank you for the tag! also many thanks to @michellemisfit, @sgtmickeyslaughter and @spookygingerr 🫂🖤

when is yours? april 5th

where were you born? mora, sweden.

how do you feel about your legal name? are you using it online and/or IRL? we have a complicated relationship, i like it in full with all my middle names. not too thrilled with just the first last situation. i don't use it online, ever.

how about your sign? do you feel it "fits"? babygirl i'm the most aries to ever aries and i like it.

what's your earliest memory related to your birthday? the most vivid birthday memory i have is from when i turned like, 7? 8? there's additional verses to the birthday song (funny verses might i add) in sweden and i asked my friends not to sing them and they still did and i got so mad/upset i walked out of the room. very dramatic baby kaka 😂

what's one of the best gifts you've ever received? the year everyone in my friend group turned 30, we all scrambled and bought each other one big, expensive gift and my friends got me a robo vaccuum which i had been saving for forever! it was very thoughtful becasue everyone knew realistically i would never have been able to save up myself bc poor.

how about one of the best you've given yourself? i don't think i've ever bought myself a birthday gift like that. i usually let myself spend on coin on crappy trinklet sites.

what's your favourite cake flavour? strawberry slurp slurp

how about your favourite flowers? i don't think i have one.

have your ever thrown a birthday party? If yes, tell us about your favourite one. i'm not really a planner of the group but my best friends bf turned 30 and we tricked him that he was going to my apartment to feed my cat and BOOM birthday party surprise! that was a fun surprise and he suspected NOTHING ehehe.

what's the ultimate birthday song? i have no idea, whatever makes everyone sing along.

and last but not least, pick a celebrity with whom you share your birthday. i swear the only one i could find that i knew of is pharrell williams, so him i guess.

not tagging anyone because i'm late and eepy so have a hug! 🫂

[esmeraywrites]

'Cause we need Indian Dark Academia (though this is more chaotic academia)

*Imagine sitting by window with a good book on Indian myths (krishna? ramayan?) ad draped in a good shawl while its raining outside

*Imagine browsing through you history and past on a wooden bench that belonged to your grandfather with your laptop and loads of old writings from your grandfather's notes wearing a woolen sweater

*Imagine getting annoyed by your uniform so yu try different haristyles and stickers(tikli) each time.

*Imagine getting tea in those tea cups from the tiny tea shop and going to a part watching kids play badminton and you can smell the dried leaves.

*Imagine wearing payal and long skirt with desi style blouse and having bangles along with a bag made from home as you go to a library but you need to be over 18 to borrow so you sit there and finish reading and its midnight by the time you are done so you run back home with messy notes and pen marks on your face.

*Imagine wanting to learn sanskrit or prakrit but hindi or telugu or your own mother tongue is enough of a headache as it is and your parents tell you to get good marks in those first so you pretend like you are learning sanskrit or prakrit while practicing for your tests.

*Imagine you have an exam tomorrow so you stay up till midnight thinking and dreaming of going to all these western dark academia themes and then think 'imagine if nalanda still existed' and an impromptu searching up which ends past midnight.

*Imagine you have strict parents so you write your boyfriend secrets letters since you can't meet him while trying to feel like a class heroine and behave pretentiously all day (bonus: parents get mad because you are searching for dark academia cloths but find none and end up with all these mismatched go on nothing ones)

*Imagine going to streetside stores and buying small trinklets from there because walking or going to shops isn't allowed all that much in your society

*Imagine going to the same old one local museum (for me Salar Jung ) so many times you can be appointed a tour guide at this point (bonus:making a list of all the other museums you wish and swear to yourself you will go to when you grow up and if lucky before)