#zel-horn

[othercrossee]

Azazel old wings have been incorporated into their wheel chair and I just think its the funniest shit ever

[sinizade]

Qih'Za, The Demon Slayer

Class: Paladin fighter (Oath breaker)

Romance: Gale (no god Gale, only normal nerd Gale)

Besties: Lae'Zel / Karlach

Qih'Za was the last egg to hatch in her Creche which made some of the other older Githyanki think that she would be a weak child among the others, but they ended up very mistaken as ever since she was able to hold a sword for the first time, she has always shown a clear mastery of whatever battle or training she was in. The problem that always resulted in severe punishment for Qih' Za was her curiosity... Training outside her Creche, field missions, she always left the training of the youngest to find out what was more beyond what her eyes could see and this always caused irritation in the elders, her lack of obedience and discipline were irritating in their eyes.

During her teenage years, she was the proudest point of her Creche, the first Githyanki to kill a demon with her own hands. One of the Githyanki from their Creche was using his magic to try and summon little imps to use in combat and something went terribly wrong causing a flesh and blood demon to appear right in the middle of them killing and beheading everyone in sight no matter if they were children or teenagers. Qih'Za was quick, brutal, almost animalistic against that demon, cutting off its horns, wings, tail, she was hateful and dangerous, almost no longer controlling her body and it was from that day on that she became known as the Demon Slayer, but what was a source of pride and admiration for her Creche and other Githyanki outside of it, for Qih' Za it was a trigger for some kind of disorder in her mind, seeing all these children, seeing her friends and teachers get killed in such a brutal way caused her to have small tantrums throughout her life whenever she was in combat, useful against enemies, but she lost control and always ended up attacking allies and her superiors ignored this due to her usefulness in battle, which always left her with the blood of her brothers and sisters on her hands and even more trouble on her mind.

Against her will she became a dragon rider, it was a "gift" offered by the best and most honorable warrior in her Creche and she shouldn't dare refuse. Receiving her dragon seemed to bring her more comfort... It was strange at first, but she created a great bond with her dragon, her friend, her glorious Agynih. Her first battle with her dragon was something that would never leave her mind... Seeing her dragon, her friend being killed by an Ilith ship, having her body absorbed into that incubator against her will... She just wanted to get out of there, she needed to get out of there.

Even though she didn't have much attachment to magic and even a certain fear due to her trauma, the way Gale showed it seemed to be less scary and more "simple", even beautiful in her view, he was a good teacher, a very intelligent human, there were few big noses that Qih'Za met who actually managed to have her admiration and Gale aroused both admiration and attraction. Even though he wasn't very strong, he made up for it with his mind and spells, he was fast and lethal, his body was firm and concentrated that seemed to flex with each glow that came from his hands and staff. Qih'Za wanted to try him, not just that, she wanted to devour Gale completely, feel his skin against hers and submit him to her.

She stayed with Gale and traveled with him to Water Deep... Even though her mind told her to go with Lae' Zel to fight for the freedom of her people and fight to spread the words of her prince Orpheus, that was no longer life for Qih' Za and now her heart is with Gale... She had been through so much, felt so much... She knew well that Lae'Zel was more than capable of such a mission, that she would free her people and become a legend among all Githyanki. Her companion, her friand and her sister

Some extra information about Qih' Za

She's love chocolate ever since she stole one from a big nose she found sleeping near her Creche, so now that she's trying to find a way to get this parasite out of her mind, she always tries her best to find a few more chocolates.

She's afraid of Raphael and Mizora... Not just ordinary fear, but something that makes her vision blur to the point where she almost loses control of her body again.

She hasn't had a good night's sleep since she found out about Astarion... He wasn't trustworthy, he didn't seem trustworthy and he didn't even talk like someone trustworthy, if he hadn't been so helpful with locks she would have already ripped his head off.

She wanted to taste Wyll when she first saw him, a strong and brave human, strong body almost as if waiting to be touched, but finding out about Mizora made her hateful about him.

[uniquevoidflowers]

Legend and blood for the ask game, please.

Thank you!

The world was oddly fuzzy, Legend thought as his vision tilted and he hit the ground. Something seeped into his clothes and skin, something squelched and splashed when he had collapsed. He blinked and saw red all around him. He coughed, something spurting out of his mouth and he put a shaky hand to his face, coughing again and a rivulet of red splattered on his hand.

Blood.

He felt tears well in his eyes as weariness and pain tried to drag him down into the abyss, into a never-ending darkness.

This couldn’t be where he fell.

He couldn’t leave the quest, leave his brothers. Leave Zel alone back home.

With strength of only a hero, he rose up slightly and reached for a horn lying on the soaking wet ground from a still and dead Bokoblin. He brought it shakily to wet lips, stained with blood, and blew.

The strain was awful, he felt like he could pass out at any given moment but he continued to blow, hoping that maybe his comrades would be able to find him and rescue him from the inevitability his wounds were causing. Then a surge of pain brought him back down to the ground and he was enveloped in icy, silent darkness.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Warriors heard the loud but faint blow of a horn and flinched. “Ambush? Enemy near?”

“We must investigate,” Time decided. “It does us no good to leave a foe alive.”

The group hurried over, tensing considerably when the noise stuttered out and died. They pushed past branches and stepped through bushes, arriving at on open spot where countless monsters lay down, unmoving in the dirt. It was a bloodbath of black, produced by the stream of dead monsters, but as the captain’s eyes surveyed the area, he noticed red join the black…and he caught sight of a familiar red figure lying among the dead. All of his training and sense disappeared as he sprinted across the area, and skidded to a stop near the veteran.

“Veteran?” He breathed, hating how the ground underneath the fallen hero was an endless stream of red, that reeked of Hylian.

When he received now answer, he knelt and turned Legend over, assessing the damage and his blood turned to ice. He swallowed back the undeniable panic and fear and met Time’s wide gaze. “Fairy.”

His clipped word was enough for Sky to rummage through a bag and toss him a bottle. He uncorked the thing and watched the fairy fly out, spreading her wings with relief. The fairy spun a circle around Legend, magic falling in remnants in her trail. He was more than happy to see the wounds patch up. He scooped up the vulnerable vet, ignoring the red that brushed his fingers and stained his armour, not for the first time. He set forward with the old man’s hesitant nod and let the others set up a camp.

They all knew their fellow hero would need rest after losing so much blood.

They used Hyrule’s spare tunic to swap Legend’s dirty red one, that had grown a deeper red. The captain brought it over to a nearby stream, wringing out the fabric and watching red enter the water and flow down. He got blood out of his nails and briefly touched on his armour with the water before hanging Legend’s tunic out to dry. His thoughts swept him into motion, as his stomach churned and the events that had occurred.

Warriors’ line of thought was morbid, and stemming from a place of guilt. A place where his heart screamed at him for letting Legend fall. For not doing enough.

The blood spilt today was all his fault.

It was not an unfamiliar thing.

[librathefangirl]

WIP Tag Game

Got tagged by @overlyimmersed - thank you 💜 This is fun!! (and I'd never say no to a chance to share my wips, especially since it's been a while since I managed to post something :(... hopefully that'll change soon!)

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Since I've got more wips than I know what to do with, I'm gonna limit myself to nnt and only wips on my computer (also not counting my ongoing fics with at least 1 chapter already posted)

Febuwhump and Whumptober Fics (in no particular order)

23. Wrath of Light (You'll have to go through me)

27. A Clan of One (Survivor's Guilt)

31. The Loss in Victory (Emptiness)

First Holy War Whumptober AU

Whumptober - Meliodas & The Boar Hat Regulars

(+ at least 9 fics titled in the style of "UNTITLED (Prompt))

Other (Mostly Whump) Fics (in alphabetic order)

A Moment of Rest (a Decade Too Late)

As the Night Falls

Behind the Darkness (Where Your Hearts Lie)

Demon Bros Comfort Nuzzles

Galand exposes Meliodas' demon secret

Hitmen!Demon bros AU

How to Demon (Yes, Captain, This is Really Necessary)

"King & Meliodas" + "Whumptober 2022 - Meliodas & King - Protective + Stabbed" (2 documents, 1 fic)

Losing a Part of Me (Is Like Losing a Part of You)

Mel with tiny horns and wings

Meliodas and the Kids AU #1

Meliodas Broken Knee

Melizabeth soft moment

Monster Sins AU - Story 2

My Trust in You

Pirate Melban AU

The Blood in My Hearts (It's You) - Polysins AU

The Dusk Before a New Dawn

The Past On My Skin

When the Spell Breaks

Wrath of a Captain

Your Presence (A Comfort)

Zel gets distracted by Mel's heartbeat and everything changes

Don't think I can tag as many people as I've got wips, so Imma just... @hihopelessromantics, @gh0stofyesterday, and leave this open for anyone to join - you wanna do this, then consider yourself tagged! :)

[dutifulsilence]

ooc ; vague EoW talk

I think EoW is going to be my Ze.li.nk game, the way BotW and TotK very much weren't. Like, don't get me wrong, I like the pair just fine and do RP it mostly on my Zel blog, but it's not a main ship in that universe to me. I never liked the way the Wild/Tears canon implied Ze.lin.k in them, because the ship felt very inorganic and mostly just shown for looks and less for story; even in TotK it feels kind of shoe-horned in to me, we never got much for real interaction for them to make it feel like the relationship had substance.

On the other hand, in EoW, we have Zelda being introduced to Link, learning about him from NPCs in the game, and finding out about their prophesized connection. It feels to me like the game is actively building something between Zelda and Link, giving us a story behind a relationship for them. Having Zelda understand Link's background as someone who fell into the rifts and turning his trauma into a way to help others, gives me the feeling that Zelda will not only come to admire Link, but have a bit of time to fall for him, a motive to rescue him.

I'm not going to lie, I'm already quite happy with their story so far in the game and definitely rooting for them.

[pwnyta]

From someone who knows basically nothing about Baldurs Gate......

Imma give my UNSOLICITED OPINIONS.

Karlach is the most consistent with her style. She looks great in everything. Shes also the hottest overall (no pun intended). Her personality is one of the cutest and the fact she doesnt seem to get that good of an ending is UH... CRIMINAL.

Best ship- ...//covers face and mumbles... I really like her relationship with the player... this is so unfortunate... but its so cute. I love her. (I know theres a couple endings where you can kill her. Those dont exist or Im calling the cops.)

Base model MEH, Camp model VERY cute, Panties.... ITS A CHOICE BUT ONE I BUY THAT HE'D MAKE FROM WHAT I KNOW ABOUT HIM. Also I dont believe for a MINUTE this man got a six pack why are you lying directly to my face... He reminds me of Dr Frank, I love his voice, I would never be able to deny him anything because hes really funny and I just wanna see him go crazy.

Best ship- Astarion/Wyll... I just saw a video of Star being SO into Wyll it was hilarious. 'Honestly that MAN~' Someone get him a Thirst-aid kit.

The sheer driplessness of this man needs to be studied by SCIENTISTS. But his panties are pretty cute. I do like his face/hair... but the man cant dress himself. ...Look on paper Gale is everything. His sweetness and earnestness is very charming but GOD... hes so cringe sometimes. GOOFY FUCK.

Best ship- ... Probably Wyll? I mean you can just slot Wyll in anywhere cuz hes so charming and he and Gale are such cornballs itd be insufferable.

Laezel takes second place right behind my bbg Karlach. Her base model is a little weird looking the metal looks weird but it still looks pretty cool. Her camp model is super hot, I never would have expected those panties TBH... why dont the men get fun panties. This is a crime. Anyways 9/10 Zel! Congrats. IDK if I like her or the memes with her. her VA did that ducks in a row video and its so funny and I cant ever be mad at her no matter what she wanted to do.

Best ship- .....I mean aesthetically Karlach? For shallow reasons... idk what their relationship is like.

...Look I know shes super popular but.... Look her camp model is pretty great but Her hair is hideous. I can get over Gales absolute driplessness cus hes still handsome... what is this hair... GIRL. The panties are a choice too... but after Karlach and Zel she really had little chance. Least theyre better than the guys.

Best ship- //shrugs I have no attachment to this woman LMAO

Base model? Kinda boring but not terrible. Camp model? One of the best... the cute little peekaboo belly. I hope someone bites him. BUT THE PANTIES??? Girl. Youre lucky youre so handsome. The horns and crazy eyes elevate him... just putting that out there. Like Gale... on paper Wyll is so perfect but HES SO EMBARRASSINGLY EARNEST. The problem is probably just the style of the game... if it was less uncanny realism and more stylized maybe I wouldnt be as cringed out LMAO. Youre so damn cute Wyll... Im sorry.

Best ship- Astarion is funny but hes such a menace... I think Wyll deserves better. HALSIN/Wyll.

Halsin somehow does the earnest lover thing way better than Gale or Wyll... but hes almost as bad as Gale when it comes to dressing himself. Who let this man dress himself? Hes hot though. It makes up for it. I cant believe BG3 let this beefy elf exist... Im so used to young looking scrawny pasty elves (eyes emoji).

Best ship- Like Wyll you can just put him anywhere.... but WYLL. Theyd just be so cute. Halsin could definitely dull the sheer earnestness to tolerable levels probably.

This lady I know almost nothing about except shes kinda rancid.... but at least shes kinda hot and also can dress decently.

Best ship- ...//shrugs

The fact shes not romanceable makes BG unplayable. Her face and hair is gorgeous, her clothes get a MEH from me... maybe if the colors were more muted?

Best ship- ...//shrugs

Hes fine.

Best ship- ...//shrugs

?

I know the Emperor has some part in this too... and hes hot. So...

Overall-

The difference between S tier and A tier.. isnt that different. I really like those 3 freaks.

At first Wyll & Halsin were these too but... they grew on me & I cant blame them for their faults. Its not Halsins fault you can traumatize a squirrel... its not Wylls fault the realistic style combined with his cheesy romantic bullshit embarrasses me...

I couldnt even get through Dream Daddys.... and I love that game.

I can forgive Wyll.

[hangryyell]

Zekaria x Camp HC

Add your own if you’ve got any! I wanna see your guys Headcanons! Enjoy!

Gale

With how big Ria is on a cool breezy day, Gale would be nestled between her thighs reading a book. She’d be lounging on a pile of pillows, eyes closed and claws in his hair. She’d be eating fruit and feeding Gale every once in a while.

One an off day without really looking for leads, he’d hold her hand in the market, she’d wrap her arm around his shoulders.

While they were sleep, Ria would be the one nestled between Gale’s legs, head on his chest with her arms around him.

Sometimes Ria would wear Gale’s robes around camp if she didn’t feel like putting on actual clothes.

Astarion had told Ria that Gale was Vanilla in bed. She’d teach him some of her favorite kinks, he’d enjoy because Gale is nothing but an overachiever.

Gale’s ‘guilty pleasure’ is this large woman sitting on his face. Her thick thighs bordering on either side of his head, his hands cupping her ass and holding her there. Ria worried she’ll suffocate him.

Wyll

Wyll will be hesitant to want to touch Ria. His thoughts that he was off putting would always hold him back. He would be surprised when she said she liked him a lot.

Ria would go to kiss Wyll and he would stiffen up as she’s kiss along his jaw. She’s giggle in his ear and lick the shell of it to tease him. He’d blush and playfully nudge her away. Ria would wrap her arms around him and hold him close. Wyll would put a hand on her lower back.

Wyll takes me as a stomach sleeper, Zekaria would sleep next to him, half on top of him, a long leg nestled between both of his and an arm across his back. Or she’d ask him to lay on her, head on her chest or stomach, warm arm going around her. Wyll would be worried his horns would get in the way.

Once Wyll finally opens up he is definitely a menace to Ria. They had grown so close that she can see exactly what he’s thinking without the tadpole. Reading his expressions was enough to know if he was playing with her.

Wyll is a slap his partners ass in front of people kinda man. Ria likes that part a lot. He’s also a public kinda man, if they’re sitting just right he’ll finger Ria while talking to the rest of the camp around the fire. Or take her into the tree line close to camp and fuck her until her legs can’t seem to keep her up.

Lae’zel

Ria would lounge about watching Lae’zel work out or sharpen her sword. She loved to watch the strain of muscle, watch the other sweat. It was intoxicating.

Lae’zel’s favorite thing is to train near a body of water. On a nice hot day to get Zekaria in the water, to watch her splash around naked, then to watch the water slide over her pretty green skin. To watch her air dry.

Ria loves to make the Gith relax with a massage if she ends up giving the teifling trouble about her training. “You can take a day of Zel. Come let me give you a massage babe.” The teifling beckoned.

Lae’zel loves to trace and lick along the scars and raised lines and prongs along Ria’s body when they are alone in her tent.

Ria tops more often than you think and Zel absolutely reels at the fact that she does. But of course gives her a hard time in front of everyone.

Shadowheart

She’s rough around the edges but is complete goo when it comes to Ria. Shadowheart is awkward when it comes to PDA, but Ria assures her it’s alright. Light hand holding, Ria sliding an arm around her shoulders to bring her closer while around the fire. Whispering compliments in her ear to catch the blush on her cheeks.

Ria loves to be the small spoon.

Shadowheart is the kind to help Ria drink wine, then lick up whatever spills on her chin.

Shadowheart absolutely loves to put Ria in her place in bed. The small Sharran defiantly brings the pain better than any Loviator follower.

Ria jokingly found a dog collar and teased Shadowheart if she wasn't nice to her, she wouldn't put it on. Shadowheart has never said please and thank you faster to see her giant teifling girlfriend be an absolute bottom.

Shadowheart is all black and darkness, but once she fines anything in the right shade of green that matches Ria's skin or nipple color she's more keen for some color in her outfit.

Karlach

Karlach absolutely loves to wrestle with Ria. Both being big and tall women it's always a good time. Karlach loves to let Ria win most times even though the Teifling tells her not to hold back.

Cold nights it's a pleasure to be snuggled up next to the hot barbarian.

Ria plays with Karlach's hair, giving her little braids, putting different kinds of charms in her locks.

Karlach's love language is words of affirmation, she loves to compliment Ria. When in bed, she kisses every inch of skin and dols out the loving words.

They take a lot of naps together, days to laze about are filled with them.

Karlach is a touchy woman, hand holding, wrapping an arm around Zekaria to have her in front, arms around her waist, chin on her shoulder. The whole nine.

Karlach also likes to stare at her partner, just boring holes into them because one they’re so damn hot and two they are their favorite person in the world.

Astarion

Would pout and whine for Ria to feed him fruit like the god he thinks he is. (Yeah I know he doesn’t NEED to eat it) But just the thought of him eating messy, juicy fruit and Ria licking the juices off his chin and neck, following if it ended up going further down.

Is the little spoon.

Absolutely loves to see Ria in his clothes.

Gets a fucking kick out of Ria biting him when they’re having a romp or he’s also feeding on her.

Behind closed doors or a tent flap Star is a cuddle bug, just wanting to lounge about and enjoy Ria’s warmth, her smell, the sound of her heart beating in her chest. Feel her smooth skin against his.

Absolutely loves to be read to while snuggled between her thighs. He’s the type to wrap his arms around them to hold her close.

Loooves Ria’s nails for head scratches.

Sometimes when they’re in a new town goes to try and get them matching camp clothes.

Will bring her random gifts if he sees something she likes. Mostly will probably draw for her.

[ruii-cha]

my thoughts after tears of the kingdom

i finished it two days ago and this is when i have the time to actually make a post and this game deserves a post.

spoilers below! you have been Warned.

my thoughts, in no particular order:

the post-credit end scene made me cry... very badly... mineru sounds so proud but also so sweet and oh my goodness. and then tHE SAGES JUST BEING FRIENDS AND REHEARSING THEIR VOW TO ZELDA???

i'd like to think they didn't clue link in. just kinda whispered 'get back when we do' and link was just as surprised as his girlfriend (i am a zelink truther.)

i'm here for the sages being friends

the final boss battle was Brutal and you have no idea how relieved i was when the sages joined the party. i was like 'oh my god YES thank you so much' (side note: sapphire scepter MVP for the monster army phase)

GIANT DRAGON FIGHT. EPIC. MY HEART WHEN THE LIGHT DRAGON DASHED IN TO SAVE LINK OH MY GOODNESS ZELDA STILL REMEMBERS HIM IN SOME CAPACITY. AND THEN YOU HELP GUIDE?? ZELDA??? i might write something about it.

i love my mini spirit army aka the sages. riju's little lightning dance is so pretty, sidon is. sidon (and i love how they explored what losing mipha really meant with the water temple), tulin's an excitable talented baby who must be PROTECTED and it's nice to see yunobo taking charge

zelda... my beloved... light dragon... i did the final fight with a shard of her horn attached to the master sword because i wanted her to be there in spirit for the fight too... i kept apologising and going 'sorry zel, just a shard of your horn, okay? i'll clear the shards of your spikes away for you'

dragon's tears quest Destroyed me. it's tears of the kingdom because zelda represents hyrule because she's the blood of the goddess and therefore the tears of the kingdom-

hear me out. link should have cried too so then the tears of the kingdom are the tears of the hero and the princess

THE HAIR TIE. AND THE CHAMPION'S LEATHERS.

i haven't even done all the side adventures... i have to do those...

my hoarding tendencies versus 'sharp thing with many power stick it on the sword.'

100/10 game i love it...

FIERCE DEITY SET GOD DAMN i have the fierce deity set + sword and also the dusk claymore and link is in his Past Lives era

using autobuild to harvest apples >>>>

i never thought i would miss the guardians... and then i met gloom hands... and i was like 'give me BACK the laser spiders

also why did you complain about calamity ganon being too easy... it took me three tries to get through ganondorf...

[legends-expo]

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[wouldyoustilllovemeifiwasawyrm]

Wind and rain stung like Courser bees. Face-first into the heart of a storm, launched at stomach-churning speeds into the gray skies. Tunic and trousers soaked through, catching every droplet between the earth and clouds. His heart and stomach switched places, momentum giving way to a lurching drop.

Wind snapped the fabric of his glider, his fingers gripping tightly the leather-wrapped handles, slick in the torrent.

And yet, a softness.

Rain gave way to pools of suspended water, so fluffy from below, so immaterial between his fingers, trailing like frozen wisps of steam, dyed pink from above.

A glow ahead, a signal of hope in the damp grayness of the world around him. He tilted his glider to the north, catching the updraft she created.

Worn leather boots landed on hard scales, shifting with eternal muscles below, weaving her slow pattern, marking the boundary of their homeland.

“Hello, Zel.” Link greeted softly, leaning to place a kiss on the glowing horn that curled around the side of her golden mane. “Sorry it’s been a while. You’re a hard girl to track.”

The light dragon made no response, though Link liked to imagine that she would smile, if her jaw were made to do so.

He started down his habitual path, careful not to slip on her damp scales, or else to make the task more difficult by dripping excessively on her. One step at a time, watching the placement of his feet to avoid an unfortunate tumble. Not that he worried too much about it. A slip was more of an inconvenience than a disaster. The gale would lift him back up to her again.

At each shimmering spike, he paused, inspecting the base for cracks and shards. While he found a few scattered on the surface in his earliest travels, he doubted waiting for the loose pieces to fall off naturally was very comfortable for her. He knelt down where the spike met the base of her scales, tugging loose pieces that chipped off partially, lodged between ridged scales.

“You’ll never guess what took me so long to get here.” Link said, leaving the first spike and heading down toward the second. One boot in front of the other. “I ran into our old friend Master Kohga. He was building some ultimate weapon or some such nonsense underneath Rito Village.” Another shard pocketed, a particularly large one. The shifting of her scales told him that it had been bothering her. “I had to chase him all over the Depths. He saw right through my Yiga disguise when I tried to sneak up on him. Can you believe that?” He held onto the spike, using it as leverage to spin around and face toward her horns again. “I think it’s because I’m short. What do you think?”

He'd interpret the nodding point of her long nose as an affirmative.

“Well, anyway, I handled him quickly.” Link continued, on to the next spike. “Not that he stood any chance. No one does against your great and mighty hero!” He chuckled to himself, carefully wiggling one jammed scale out where it had grown sideways. “Wow, this one probably hurts like hell.” With one final tug, the scale came loose in his hand. A shimmer of light skittered over the surface of the nearby scales, the small gap in her armor closing. That scale too went into his bag. He might make a potion out of it, or affix it to an arrow for a little extra stopping power.

“But, you know, the other Yiga didn’t seem to recognize me. Remember me telling you about sneaking into their base?” He plucked a splinter from the top of one of the spikes, having to stretch on the tips of his toes to reach it. “The- hhmph! – The Yiga have this earthwake ability thing. Really weird. They taught me how to do it once I passed their blademaster test. I’ll have to show you sometime.”

His foot slid on a slippery scale, his heart leaping into his throat as he fell, grabbing hold of the pointed scales near the base of her spikes to keep himself from sliding right off the side. With a grunt, he pulled himself back up, his fingers aching with the effort of holding on. He sat down beside the spike to regain his bearings. “Well, that was embarrassing. Promise not to tell anyone?”

His princess did not answer. Not that he expected her to gossip to anyone about him. She wasn’t that kind of girl.

He got back up, quickly counting the remaining spikes. Not too many. Her tail didn’t often have that many problems, the shards breaking and falling more easily on that end. It was between the shoulders that gathered the most shards, building up like rubble at the base of a mountain.

“You’ll be pleased to know that the kids are learning about the Calamity.” Link hopped around one large spike and onto the narrow tail. “Symin’s doing a great job with them. I showed them a photo of that old tapestry from Impa’s place. Sefaro thought the depiction of Ganon was really cool. And despite me telling him that it was very much not that cool in person-“ He smiled, shaking his head. “-well, I guess I can’t blame him. If I was hearing about a massive glowing boar the size of Dueling Peaks, I’d probably think it was cool based on that description alone.”

A quick look over the final spike that ended her tail revealed no issues that required his attention. Back up to the front, then. “Legends are always so much better than reality, aren’t they? Who know what they’ll say in a hundred years about you and I. The wild hero, wandering the plains and mountains, driven mad by the second loss of his princess. And the princess, wow!” He blew his wet bangs out of his face. “Turning herself into a dragon as an act of devotion to her people? That’s a thousand times cooler than anything her hero could do. She’s the real star of the story. He’s just some guy who flings himself into the heavens to talk to her.”

He watched his feet more carefully this time, avoiding the scale he’d slipped on before. “There are still rumors out there about you. Penn and I have been going around to the different stables trying to figure out which ones were worthwhile. Of course, I didn’t tell him that you’re, you know, up here. Impa said it was best to keep the whole dragon thing a secret. She told me to beat the Demon King first, since he’s a more immediate threat. She said you’ve been here for thousands of years, and we’d have plenty of time to work on bringing you back down to the surface.”

Ooh, he missed one. It would have fallen off anyway in a strong breeze, but he’d rather be safe than sorry. “What she doesn’t know is that I’m going to keep his secret stone. If we can’t figure out how to get you home, I’m going to swallow it, like you did.” He climbed between her horns, sitting on her soft mane and letting the warm updraft dry him off. “I have no idea how you did that without any water or anything.” He had a brief thought about what else she must have been able to swallow, but kept that one to himself. “So, yeah. If we can’t bring you down, I’m coming up. Haven’t told anyone yet. They’d probably try to stop me.”

He laid down, his sword pressing into his back as he stared up at the stars. His fingers curled around fistfuls of her soft, glowing fur. “I don’t know if I’d remember anything once I was a dragon. But, hey, what else is new? I lost my memory once and found my way back to you. I can do it again. We could fly around forever, hold claws, spend all of eternity lighting up the night sky together.” He took a deep breath, a smile on his face. “I don’t know if dragons talk to each other. I guess we don’t have to. It’d be enough just to be with you. I’d never have to go back to the surface again. Hyrule would be safe, and we’d be together.”

He rolled onto his side, watching the glint of the moonlight on her pronged horns. “I wouldn’t do that right away, though. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to bring you back. Draconification is just my back-up plan. When it looks like I’m going down for good, I’ll swallow the stone. I’ll get someone to shove it down my throat, if need be. Life without you is bad enough. I don’t want to slip into the beyond without you too. I love you, Zelda.”

Maybe he imagined it, but he thought her glow go a little brighter.

He sat back up, digging into his bag. “That reminds me, I got something for you.” From his bag, he pulled out a partially-squished floral wreath, dotted with Silent Princesses. “It’s not quite a crown fit for a princess, but it’s what I could afford. The kids at Kakariko made it.” He set it down carefully on her head, between the bases of her horns. A gust of wind picked up one side of it, almost tossing it off into the sky. “Ah!” Link caught the wreath before it blew entirely away. “Hm. That’s not going to work.”

He stood, looking around. Carefully weaving the wreath between the prongs on her horns, Link barely got the crown to sit, a little lopsided, on her left horn. “There. Now it won’t blow away!” He placed a gentle kiss on her horn before sitting back down. “Let’s see, what else have I been up to? I think I told you about the Yiga pretending to be you, right? They got it almost right. From a distance, the double they had was pretty accurate. But she wasn’t as pretty as you up close. It was enough to fool a few people, but I’d never be so easily taken in. Granted, I knew where you were the whole time.” He ran his fingers through her mane, stroking her soft fur.

“Poor Penn almost pitched a fit when I said I wasn’t interested in chasing the lead. Said it was our duty as reporters to sniff out every story. It wasn’t like I could tell him that I knew it wasn’t you up on the mountain. He’d ask how I knew that, and then I’d have to explain the whole dragon thing, and then that’d get put into the paper, and who knows how Hyrule would react to that. So, it was easier just to let myself get caught in a Yiga trap and deal with that then have to manage the implosion of Hyrule’s faith.” He shrugged. “I’ll leave Impa to deal with that fallout when I join you up here for good.”

The moon overhead shone brightly, a scratch of darkness hiding part of its cratered face. The last time he’d been up here, there’d been no moon at all. “Sometimes I wonder what you’d do, if our roles were switched. I wouldn’t expect you to launch yourself into the sky for me. That’d be dangerous. You’d do better to live your life on the surface without me. I hope you’d marry, and have kids, and be the absolutely incredible queen that I know you’ll be someday. And, if you looked up every now and then and remembered me, that’d be enough.” He closed his eyes, feeling the cool breeze on the trails of saltwater that escaped down his cheeks. “I hope you’d be happy. And that your life would be easy and gentle. You deserve that.”

The dragon, as always, made no reply.

[abigailmoment]

Live Action Baldur's Gate

"Fucking hell," Karlach moaned. "Why did I make a character with full body paint?"

"Because you are committed to your craft," said Lae'zel, who was carefully patting down the seams of her prosthetic nose so that they lay flush with her skin.

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The companions are getting ready play Baldur's Gate: a local live-action roleplaying game that has been running for three years.

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, LARPing, Live Action Roleplaying, Implied toxic relationship, extremely niche idea I had, Karlach & Lae'zel, Lae'zel/Shadowheart, Astarion/Cazador, All Companions

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"Fucking hell," Karlach moaned. "Why did I make a character with full body paint?"

"Because you are committed to your craft," said Lae'zel, who was carefully patting down the seams of her prosthetic nose so that they lay flush with her skin.

"I mean sure," Karlach said as she dabbed a makeup sponge back and forth over her arms, painting them bright red to match her already vivid face and chest. "And I'm real excited about how it's going to look. But I didn't really think through how being red would mean I'd have to, you know, paint my entire body red."

"These efforts are the sacrifices we make on the altar of fantasy." Lae'zel left her nose to dry and started mixing her face-paint to the precise color she preferred for her skin. "In embodying beings from another world, we become beacons by which others recognize they have transcended. The essence of a new reality lives on our skin."

Karlach glanced down at her. "Do people ever tell you you're kind of intense, Zel?"

"Yes," said Lae'zel.

They were standing side by side in front of the long mirror in the upstairs, gender-neutral bathroom of the main lodge. It was the best place on the campground to do your makeup, especially if you had a complicated costume. There were four sinks--plenty of room to spread out. Lae'zel had a two-tiered makeup-box full of powder, face-paint, glue, ears, scars, and extra noses. Her brushes were laid out in a row, sorted by size. She had taken out and set aside all the paint-colors she needed for her skin.

On her the other side, Karlach had a red bottle of liquid body-paint and a bunch of makeup sponges. She'd already put on her horns. They looked awesome.

The upstairs bathroom was also a great spot because it had a pair of big, double doors that were always propped open. The hall outside ran along the second floor of the lodge and all the other doors led to bunk-style bedrooms where players slept. So people were always going back and forth, carrying bedding and props to and from their rooms. And often they'd stop to chat with the high-makeup characters doing themselves up in front of the mirror--a process that could take a while and get lonely without company.

Lae'zel's makeup always took a particularly long time, so it wasn't surprising that her girlfriend stopped in to check on her.

"Hi," Shadowheart said, peeking around the side of the door. "I have cupcakes. Would anyone like cupcakes?"

"Fuck yeah," said Karlach, who wasn't the one being checked on but would absolutely accept an open offers of cupcakes. And it was definitely an open offer. Shadowheart was an absolute sweetheart, right up until she got in character.

Shadowheart put down a tupperware of small, clearly homemade black and purple cupcakes on the counter between Lae'zel and Karlach. Karlach picked up a purple one and immediately ate it. Lae'zel selected a black one and put it on top of her makeup box for later consumption.

"Can I kiss you?" Shadowheart asked her.

Lae'zel nodded. "Be wary of my nose."

Shadowheart's care made it a chaste little butterfly of a kiss. Karlach still whistled at them, which made Shadowheart giggle and smile.

"You are insipidly cheerful right now," Lae'zel observed fondly.

"It's because I love you," Shadowheart told her. "And I have to get all the smiling out of my system before game starts! I have such an awful backstory. You have no idea."

"I do not," Lae'zel confirmed. "You have told me nothing."

"It's a secret!" Shadowheart said, clapping her hands together. "You'll find out. It's horrible."

She sighed happily. Then she tapped Lae'zel's cheek.

"Your nose looks great today," she said.

Lae'zel made a pleased noise as she started to paint over the prosthetic with mottled green. Shadowheart turned her happiness around on Karlach: "And you! You look amazing!"

"Thanks!" Karlach held up her extremely red makeup sponge. "It's a headache and a half!"

"It's absolutely going to be worth it," Shadowheart assured her. Then something occurred to her. She turned back towards Lae'zel.

"Will you do my ears?" she asked.

Lae'zel grunted. It was an affectionate grunt. "Sit down."

Shadowheart did, perching on the edge of the trashcan in the corner to lower herself and make her head more accessible. Lae'zel cleaned the shells of her ears with a makeup-wipe. Then she unfolded the top-tier of the prosthetics case and sorted through ears until she found a pair of the only slightly pointed, half-elven ones. She painted Shadowheart's ears with spirit gum, and gently tapped at them to make the adhesive tacky.

The entire process felt, curiously, much more intimate than the kiss. So Karlach backed up a bit to give them a bit of privacy. She leaned against the door-frame, dabbing paint onto her wrists and the back of her hands. She noticed someone coming down the hall.

"Hey!" she exclaimed brightly. "It's our refugee from vampire the masquerade, slumming it in fantasy land."

She reached out with a vague intention to hug, but Astarion danced away from her hand.

"Don't touch me," he told her tartly. "This is hand embroidered, and I do not want you smearing red all over it."

"Oh. Shit. Right." Karlach dropped her hands, put them behind her back. She grinned apologetically down at the much smaller man.

"Look at you," she said. "You so fancy."

"True," Astarion said smugly. He twirled to show off the complete effect of his handmade costume. Blue leather and plum velvet with touches of gold embroidery. The car keys dangling from his fingers jangled incongruously.

"Are you going somewhere?" Shadowheart asked curiously. Lae'zel growled at her for turning her head, and adjusted the ear she was attaching.

Astarion made a vague affirmative noise. "Cazador left a few props at home. I'm just off to fetch them."

"Uh," Karlach hesitated. "Don't you live like, two hours away?"

Astarion made another vague noise, glancing away, down the hall.

"You'll be late for lay on," Karlach said. "You'll miss like, all plot tonight."

"I don't care for the plots on Friday," Astarion said airily. "Never enough combat. But you have a lovely time, darling. Ciao."

And then he was gone. He could disengage from a conversation very quickly when he wanted to. Karlach watched him vanish down the staircase.

"I guess that's a pretty nice thing to do for your boyfriend," she said, slowly and rather uncertainly.

Lae'zel grunted, also peering after him. Her expression was much less uncertain.

"It is an absurd request to make of someone already in costume, so soon before game begins," she said.

Karlach liked that she'd said that, because Karlach had kind of been thinking it, just not quite confidently enough to say it out loud. Lae'zel was good at being confident enough to say things like that out loud.

"Correct me if I'm mistaken," said Shadowheart, and she suddenly sounded a lot less chipper and a lot more in character. "But now that I'm thinking about it, I barely ever see Astarion on Friday."

"You are not mistaken," said Lae'zel.

Shadowheart started to turn towards Karlach, but this time Lae'zel held her head, hissing at her that if she wanted ears, she would hold still. Shadowheart huffed and stayed in place. It only took Lae'zel a minute to finish the process.

When she was free Shadowheart got up and tilted her head from side to side, getting used to having larger ears. Then she walked over to her tupperware of cupcakes and rested her fingers on its edges. She looked thoughtful.

"They came in together, right? Astarion and Cazador?" she asked Karlach, whose gregarious tendency to talk to everyone meant that she tended to know such things.

"Yeah. They're from that classy vampire game," Karlach reported. "Crimson-something. The one that runs out of a mansion."

"I see," Shadowheart said.

She drummed her fingers on the sides of the tupperware. Up and down the edge, around the pretty baked goods. Then she picked up the lid and closed the container with a decisive click.

"I am going to see if he wants a cupcake for the road," she said resolutely.

She marched out of the bathroom, down the hall, and down the stairs. When she had passed beyond the range of earshot Lae'zel sighed wearily.

"What's wrong?" Karlach asked.

"She is going to make friends," Lae'zel told her. "So I will also be expected to make friends."

She sighed again, long suffering. But then consoled herself: "At least this one can fight."

She applied herself to drawing intricate patterns of black dots on her face. Karlach finished her arms and started spraying on a generous coat of barrier spray. That would hopefully do something to stop her from turning everything she touched red.

But even after the spray had dried, she was still leaving paint everywhere. The countertop around her was all marked up with red flecks. The sink she'd been working over looked like Lady Macbeth had been by to wash her hands. With a concerned mutter Karlach knelt down to dig some gloves out of her bag. She left her bag a little redder than it started. At least with the gloves she'd be able to clean up the sink.

Across the bathroom, Lae'zel had almost finished with her dots when she spotted something in the mirror. She pivoted around and pointed out into the hallway.

"Gale," she said. "I have need of you."

Gale accommodatingly paused and walked over to her. He was carrying a bag of potatoes. Probably headed down the kitchen with that. He was one of the volunteers who handled making the communal meals. He was in costume, except that he still had his real-world glasses on. So he looked like a wizardly accountant.

"How can I help?" he asked pleasantly.

Lae'zel slid a sheet of paper out from under her makeup-box. She handed it to him.

"I have leveled," she told him. "Advise me."

"Ah!" Gale's eyes lit up. He put the potatoes down on the counter and took the paper from her. He adjusted his glasses as he read over her character sheet.

"Level three. Now that's an exciting time. And I see you've selected Battle Master. A fine subclass. A very solid choice. Which means the question at hand is maneuvers, yes?"

"Yes," confirmed Lae'zel.

"I see you've penciled in Menacing Attack." He tapped the line in question. "A good selection. Damage is damage, after all, and the status effect is nothing to sneeze at. That being said, Distracting Strike is, in my opinion, the stand out among your options. However! It does require coordinating with other players. You'll need someone who can take advantage of it."

"Hm," Lae'zel said thoughtfully.

"I might also consider Riposte," Gale said, manifesting a pencil seemingly out of nowhere and tapping the paper with it. "It would give you a nice defensive option."

"And it allows me to punish the failures of my enemies," Lae'zel observed.

"Ah. Sure," Gale said, open-mindedly. "Another advantage."

Lae'zel reclaimed her character sheet.

"You have advised me well," she told him.

"Glad to hear it," he said. "Let me know what you decide on? I'm always interested in how builds work out in play."

He recovered his potatoes and then came to the sudden awareness that there was another person in the room. Karlach was just finishing using paper towels to clean red paint off of the sink.

"Karlach!" Gale exclaimed. "Hello. I'm sorry I didn't say hello earlier. Goodness. You're certainly very red."

"Yeah," Karlach said morosely.

Gale paused. Then asked: "I assume that is intentional?"

"Oh, yeah." Karlach nodded, tossing the paper towels into the trash can and leaning against the counter.

Then she sighed and got more paper towels to clean the marks she'd just left by leaning against the counter.

"Put a lot of work into it," she added.

"It's quite nice," Gale said. "Very vivid. You sound rather sad, though."

"I've just realized I'm in a bit of trouble," Karlach said, throwing away the new paper towels and leaning again, this time carefully keeping her arms off the white counter. "Because, you know me. I'm around all of you. And I like all of you. And I only get to see you once a month! And I'm gonna want to hug you."

She spread her arms to illustrate this fact. The beginning of a hug. Then she gestured up and down her body.

"But I've got red paint all over me. I'm gonna ruin everyone's costumes!"

"I see," Gale said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "That is a conundrum."

"It is a danger," Lae'zel, veteran of makeup, acknowledged. "It is why I wear full plate and never hug people."

"I'm no good at not hugging people," Karlach all but moaned.

"Well. Actually. Here's an idea." Gale said, inspiration lightening his tone as he pointed at Karlach. "You could bring this in character."

"What do you mean?" Karlach asked.

"There could be some reason in game as to why people can't touch you," Gale suggested. "It could be a spell. Or a curse."

"Gale of Waterdeep has a suggestion that involves magic," Lae'zel deadpanned. "What a surprise."

"Oh, hush," Gale told her.

"I see what you're getting at," Karlach said, crossing her arms and nodding thoughtfully. "That way I'd remember not to do it. Because, like, it wouldn't be just paint. There'd be, like, in-game consequences."

"Precisely," said Gale, clearly excited by the elegance of the idea. "And we could support you in remembering, because, presumably, we would suffer those consequences! Where are you coming from? In your back story, I mean?"

"I'm fresh out of Avernus," Karlach told him.

"You should talk to Mizora before coming into game," Gale suggested. "She manages all the infernal plotlines. I'm sure she could think of something to suit this."

"All right," Karlach said. Then more enthusiastically: "All right! I'll do that. Thanks!"

"Happy to help," Gale said, and he sounded it. He shouldered the sack of potatoes. "Now, I should get these down to the kitchen. I'll see you both in Baldur's Gate!"

"Indeed," said Lae'zel.

"It's a date!" Karlach called after him. Her mood had bounced back up to excited and she hopped from foot to foot, thinking of cool, infernal reasons why someone might not be able to hug people.

From down the hall she heard voices:

"Hey Gale. Opening announcements in five," someone said.

"Ah! Marvelous," Gale said. "Thank you, five."

Moments later Wyll leaned into the bathroom and announced: "Opening announcements in five!"

"Thank you, five," Lae'zel and Karlach echoed back together.

"Ah. Lae'zel." Wyll said, actually registering who was in front of the mirror. "After announcements. Could I trouble you to give me a bit of help with my horns?"

"Why does no one but me know how to use spirit gum?" Lae'zel snapped, brandishing her makeup pen like a little lance.

"Have pity," Wyll said, leaning around the door frame. "I've only ever played humans. I was planning to play a human. And then Mizora happened to me."

"I'm about to talk to Mizora!" Karlach said, still excited. "I need her help with my backstory!"

"Do you?" Wyll asked, smiling because Karlach's happiness was infectious. "Well, you're in for a ride then. Her plots are wild."

"You would know," Lae'zel said, looking at him narrowly and sidelong. "You're something of her pet player."

Wyll sighed and shook his head.

"I know it's not a good look," he said. "And I'm talking to her about it. Favoritism from storytellers does the game no favors."

Lae'zel grunted, but it wasn't a very aggressive grunt. It was hard to doubt Wyll's integrity. And there was only so much one could do about the whims of the people running game.

"And a good next step will be her paying some attention to Karlach," Wyll continued, gesturing to Karlach and bringing the conversation back around so he could ask: "Would you like me to come with you when you talk to Mizora?"

"Yes!" Karlach said.

"And you're coming in from Avernus, right?" he asked. "My character's been there many a time. Would you like to have a character tie with me?"

"YES!" Karlach said.

And then she hugged him.

And then she said: "SHIT!"

"It's fine! It's fine." Wyll was laughing. "We'll pretend they're bloodstains."

"Come over here," Lae'zel said, sighing and pulling out makeup wipes.

By the time they had Wyll cleaned up five minutes had passed, and it was time for opening announcements.

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[othercrossee]

Demons....right

[ureternalmajesty]

Sapling || Mountain Ghoul

(Author's note: This was rushed and you can tell! I'm fucking nervous I've never participated in this shit! I'll get better as the days go by! I'm sorry for this rushed size difference smut -Zel)

Warnings: size kink, biting, a bit of blood and blood drinking, pet names (love, sapling, little one), p in v, creampie (wrap it before you tap it please 😭)

Mountain was tall, big, huge even you knew this and he knew this. Sitting in the greenhouse watching the earth ghoul as he worked—eyes trained on the ghoul's hands and his everything. The way his back muscles contract while working. The thought of him manhandling you and his excuse being you are just so tiny. The ghoul felt the watchful eye of their partner as they worked. "Mountain?" You called out to the earth ghoul from your spot perched on the workbench in the greenhouse. "Yes?" the ghoul replied, not looking up from his task. "What do you need?" Mountain asked. "You."

Mountain stopped what he was doing and looked up at you eyes filled with lust and desire. You smirked as Mountain took a deep breath and stood up walking over to you nudging your thighs apart so he could stand between them. "Need me how sapling?" He asked as his hands trailed over your body shivering at the slightest touch of his hands you pulled him down by his shirt, lips meeting in a passionate kiss. 

His hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer as his body pressed against yours, his arousal was evident. He pulled away and brushed the things that lay on the workbench onto the floor before laying you back and hiking up your skirt leaving it bunched up. "I should leave you a dripping mess for walking around like this sapling. No panties." The ghoul's stare was harsh as his fingers ran over the little bundle of nerves causing you to whine. 

He smirked at your reaction and continued to torture you with his touch, his fingers moving faster with each passing second occasionally dipping into your wet hole. You moaned as your body trembled, hands gripping the earth ghoul's horns as your pleasure escalated with each thrust of his fingers. A pained groan came from the earth ghoul as he made eye contact with you. "Do that again I swear."He breathed out against your neck. You gripped his horns again and tugged harder this time pulling a moan from the large ghoul.

Just as you were about to reach your climax, your body trembling and your heart pounding as your eyes rolled into the back of your head Mountain removed his fingers from you as you let out a frustrated groan. "Don't worry love you'll cum soon enough." Mountain grinned as he turned you over feet barely touching the ground he leaned over you encasing your smaller body with his as he moved down your body, his tongue tracing the length of your spine as he teased you with feather-light touches.

 Your breathing quickened as anticipation built, your body trembling in anticipation. With a final flick of his tongue, Mountain nudged your foot spreading your legs as he spat on his cock before positioning himself between your legs, and with one thrust he entered you slowly, causing you to let out a gasp at the feeling of the familiar stretch. After all the times Mountain has fucked you you were never truly prepared for the monstrosity in his pants. "Feel that love? Feel my cock stretching your little cunt?" Fangs grazing your back as he littered kisses all over your back making you shiver. Hissing in pain before relax a bit. "M-move mounty." Grabbing the spade of the ghoul's tail and pinching it. 

Hands gripping your hips, as his filed-down claws make little crescent moons on your skin, his thrusts becoming more intense the sound of skin on skin fills the greenhouse along with your moans and his groans. If anyone walked past the greenhouse they'd know what you both are up to. "Mounty please." Hands trying to grip the workbench so you weren't sliding up the bench. "Please what love? You desverse to be treated like my personal fuck toy after interrupting my herb collecting, did you do it just for me to fuck this little pussy or did you interrupt me cause you like how I make you feel small hm?" He asked as one of his hands dropped from your hips and slid down, using his thumb to rub over your clit, making you choke on a moan and push back against him. 

"Come on little one, keep making those pretty noises for me." Leaning over your back pressing kiss from the back of your neck down your spine, biting just blew your shoulder blade, fangs breaking the skin making you scream out as blood oozes from the bite mountain left behind. Forked tongue licking over the bloody wound. The taste of your blood sent a shiver down the larger ghoul's spine.

 "Your blood tastes sweet sapling. He whimpered out, tongue running over the shell of your earlobe. Mountain continued, his thrusts growing sloppy feeling your cunt clench around him. "You're close, aren't you sapling? Am I making you feel good? Gonna let the others hear who's making you feel like this? Shit— cunts squeezing me so damn tight you feel so good. Fuck! This cunt's all mine sapling! If you're gonna cum sapling cum now." He groaned out as he approached his end and with one last thrust, Mountain shuddered as he spilled his seed into your warm cunt as you covered his dick in the process. 

Pulling out of your pussy with a hiss as the earth ghoul turned you over placing a kiss on your forehead. "Let's get back to my room so we can shower but don't think I'm done with you sapling." He picked you up bridal style and carried you out of the greenhouse not worried about the mess you two created.

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This was very rushed and I apologize the next one will be better I promise 💀 -Zel

[imaveryevilenby]

Hey Zel!

You changed your avatar. It doesn't have the horns anymore.

look closer you fool /j

[librathefangirl]

actually scratch the list i need to know EVERYTHING

Well, let me tell you about a few more then. Let's talk about these:

The Loss in Victory (Emptiness)

Losing a Part of Me (Is Like Losing a Part of You)

Mel with tiny horns and wings

As the Night Falls

Pirate Melban AU

The Loss in Victory (Emptiness)

This is the Zeldris angst fic I was talking about back in... September, I think it was? It's supposed to be for Day 31 of Whumptober, and the prompt "Emptiness". (So the actual fic title is just "The Loss in Victory"). It's a hurt/no comfort fic taking place during the First Holy War. Basically, Zeldris struggles with the news that Meliodas is dead, and also struggles with the fact that it is actually hitting him that hard because:

He should be happy about this, yet all he felt was like someone had taken a big chunk of him out, leaving an empty nothingness where his hearts were supposed to be.

And here is a longer sneak peek:

As Zeldris made his way down the hallways, they parted before him. Anyone standing in his way quickly moved out of the way, letting him pass without any hesitation. If anything, it seemed people kept their distance from him more now than ever. Perhaps it was due to the urgency of his walk, or the tension in his posture, or maybe it was whatever showed across his face. Zeldris couldn’t tell. It was all a blur to him, nothing but the insistent need to get away, get away, get away! He was desperately holding onto the last shred of his composure like a lifeline. He was exposed out here, feeling the gazes of everybody he passed. He had to get away, to his own room. There, at least, nobody was watching, granting him the small piece of privacy he needed right now.

Losing a Part of Me (Is Like Losing a Part of You)

And here we have another demon bros angst fic. Also focused on the effect of the war/them being on different sides/Meliodas' curse. This time with focus on Meliodas. You can actually thank @hihopelessromantics for binging my attention to a post about Meliodas and Ludociel having scars from training their brothers, which is what inspired this fic. I saw that post and mind immediately went "oh I can make angst out of this".

So, as for the fic, it focuses on this idea of Meliodas having these scars that Zeldris gave him. Scars that he treasure a lot. They remind him of moments he got to have with Zel as kids, of training together or sneaking off from the castle together or even just finding a chance to goof of together. Big or small, they are moments he got to have with his little brother, where he got to be a brother to Zeldris. They mean a lot to him but - uh oh! - the DK and his assholery enters the scene. With the curse, Meliodas body is healed every time he is resurrected, including the scars from Zeldris. Meliodas struggles with losing the scars Zeldris gave him, feeling like he is losing those good memories of them together, and losing Zeldris in a way.

(Unfortunately, no sneak peek available for this one).

Mel with tiny horns and wings

Now onto happier - oh wait, this one is actually angstier than I originally planned... Anyway! This one is inspired by a conversation I had with @zorria about Meliodas with horns and wings. I wanted to write about that, but also make it really tiny and adorable.

Meliodas has an impressive set of wings and horns, but, given the whole hiding he is a demon thing, he needs to hide them. Problem is, he can't actually make them go away. All he can do is shrink them (think the sizes of a baby goat or tiny fairies). Normally, his hair and clothes are enough to hide them, but the Sins discover them anyway. And here the angst comes!

Actually, this was supposed to be a silly little fic about Mel having some adorable demon features with a side of angst in the form of his fear of them rejecting him. But then Meliodas fell in a lake! Okay, the falling in the lake was always going to be a part of the fic because I needed to get him wet, but the amount of angst that came with it was unplanned. As was my mind deciding that what if in this au Meliodas can't swim...

Sneak peek time! I've actually already shared a snippet from this one (here), so here's another one:

Which was the real problem that sunny late afternoon, wasn’t it? Meliodas couldn’t swim. If you have ever been in a situation where you are faced with the possibility that you could die right then and there, you know the feeling. The pure panic that overtakes your body. The way you fight with everything you have; frantically, desperately, without control. Meliodas had been there too many times. He’d also gone one step further, been faced with the inevitable realization that he was going to die. The moment where there was no fight left, the resigned acceptance. Maybe that had gotten worse with the years. If Meliodas died, he wouldn’t really die. Even if he accepted it, even if he actually welcomed it. There was no end to this life.

As the Night Falls

This is another fic inspired by Zorria. It's about Meliodas struggling with his nightmares (because we all know that man's gotta have nightmares after his 3,000+ years of hell), featuring a worried Elizabeth and a sleeping Tristan.

Not sure I have much more to say about this one, so here's a sneak peek:

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, we’re okay. I promise, we’re okay.” Elizabeth’s voice was a light to a dark cave, wrapping around him like a blanket and zapping away all the tension. Meliodas slumped back against the leg of the bed, head thumping lightly against the wall. Gods, it felt like he hadn’t slept all night – but clearly he had. His eyes finally decided to focus, giving him a close-up of Elizabeth’s worried frown as she crouched before him.

Actually I couldn't decide on which sneak peek to share, so here's another:

Meliodas tried to not react to the mild accusation, but she saw right through him anyway. Elizabeth always seemed to know what was going through his head. After all this time, he couldn’t hide. She sighed softly, sitting down on the floor beside him. “I worry about you, you know,” she mumbled, leaning her head against his shoulder. “We all do.” Meliodas grimaced at that; he had thought he’d hidden it better than that. Clearly he’d lost his touch. He supposed sleep deprivation did that to you.

Pirate Melban AU

Now I know you know a bit what this one's about. But I don't think I've actually talked about specific plot, just the general concept of Pirate!Ban and Merman!Meliodas. So, let me tell you a little about the start of our story. We meet Ban, a young pirate with a foul mouth and a bad habit of getting himself into trouble, who is (once again) finding himself without a ship to call home. While running from the consequences of his actions (literally), Ban ends up taking shelter in a cave. He's not the only one though, because further into the cave he comes across a wounded merman. Ban has grown up hearing (horror) stories of the merfolk living deep in the sea, so what if he ends up a little too curious about the stranger - he can't help it, especially after discovering the he has an attitude to match Ban's own.

A new little sneak peek (previous one can be found here):

How the fuck did he keep getting himself into these situations? Not that his one was his fault. Nope. The captain was the one who'd decided to cut his losses - meaning Ban - once they got into port. Ungrateful son of a bitch! Ban had given years to the Raven and now he was going to be left with nothing – just like that? Fuck no! So, Ban had helped himself to a little – okay maybe not so little – of their loot. So what? He'd helped get that, he deserved his cut.

Actually, since it's probably gonna be a long while until this fic is finished (I'm not the best at focusing on long multichapter fics lol), here's another sneak peek too:

With the first roar of thunder sounding, Ban surveyed his safe haven for the night. It really was an ugly cave. Cracks ran over the walls, splitting the brownish-gray color. From the outside, the cave had looked unstable, but inside it seemed sturdy and strong. Well, at least he wouldn't get crushed to death. Ban pushed off from the wall, walking further into the cave. It wasn't that big, narrowing off into a smaller tunnel the further he walked. A section of the ceiling suddenly dipped down, causing Ban to smack his head right into it. "AH fuck! Shit, that hurt."

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bg3 is pissing me off SO MUCH right now, well mostly it’s my own propensity to reload a save because i have second thoughts about a dialogue choice i picked BUT STILL i’ve done this tiefling party a million fucking times by now and while the tiefling are always charming i’m so fucking sick of my party and their bullshit. so gale your only willing to show me a cool magic trick if my character is single and ready to mingle— oh no mmy keyboqrdb disqpeaelsd hold on okay now its back. — when you yourself have an "its complicated" relationship status with the goddess of magic?? what the hell man ? i thought we were wizard bros! and then will is all "woe is me! everyone hates me now bc i hqblvev horns 🐭🐭🐝🐝 sorry my keyboard disappeared again and also i dumped water all over my floor hold on— okay that’s cleaned up but i tossed an ice cube INTO the sink which it slid across like a half pipe and did a tiny hawk esque jump back onto the floor ANYWAY! WILL!! Bitch. this is a tiefling party we ALL have horns dumbass!! and lae zel is being like.. a femcel or something and astation well he’s just he’s usually self which is to say, kind of annoying, karlach is a sweetheart as per usual but shadowheart is also being uncharacteristically sweet. okay! but! like the gazillionth time at this party my game crashhhes FUCK i’ve been at this party for like a WEEK and i’m SICK of it and i try to open it up and the INTRO screen is going at like one frame a second so i don’t dare open it again i’m gonna die at this party i stg