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anonymous-dentist · 2 months

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Or: Cellbit runs an alchemy shop with his family, and he's also the lost prince of the Gato Kingdom, but he isn't, but he really really isn't, you've gotta believe him, he isn't, really, he isn't, you've gotta-

For day seven of @smallchaoscryptid's Spiderbit Week - Royalty/Family

The day starts off normally:

Cellbit wakes up to find himself alone in bed, Roier having already gone to work downstairs in the store.

He lazes beneath the covers before hearing his son shouting in the other room. Grudgingly, he gets up, slides on his slippers and his bathrobe, and he goes to get Richarlyson settled with a new coloring book because, according to Richarlyson, Pepito ate the last one.

(Pepito did not eat the last one.)

Cellbit goes back into his bedroom to change, and then he goes to the wash basin in the hallway to brush his teeth and wash his face. He goes to the kitchen, shoves a singe slice of bread in his mouth for breakfast, tells the kids to behave, decides to live in ignorance and believe that they actually listened to him, and then, finally, he goes downstairs to help Roier with the shop.

That's when things get weird because, instead of the normal dozen or so customers they usually get in the mornings before things get busy, there are a handful of people in shiny armor with pointy swords, and there's a woman with cat ears leaning against the counter talking at an indifferent Roier.

Cellbit freezes on the stairs. Absently, his hands raise to his own ears, thankfully pinned down today with his alchemical goggles. He tends to have them out more days than not now, but. Well. Old habits die hard.

"I really don't know what you're talking about," Roier casually say. He isn't even looking at the woman, he's, instead, inspecting his nails- recently painted by Jaiden and absolutely adorable, just like he is. "But we do have a sale on luck potions if you wanna try one of those."

The woman's eyebrow twitches, and, for whatever reason, Cellbit doesn't think that she's here to buy something. Between the fine quality of her clothes and the literal knights with her and her entire aura, she just screams royalty, and that's a bad thing.

That's a really bad thing.

But Roier seems to have it under control, so, silently, Cellbit starts sneaking back up the stairs. If Roier needs him, he'll scream, and then Cellbit will rush down and kill everybody in the room and blame it on a sudden alchemical reaction gone wrong. Easy.

Except:

The door to the living quarters slams open and Pepito comes rushing out of it with tears streaming down his face.

"Apa!" he cries, leaping into Cellbit's arms and nearly sending him stumbling back down the stairs. "Richarlyson ate my crayons and now he's dying!"

(Richarlyson is not dying.)

Cellbit can practically smell the irritation coming off of Roier, even if he can't see him with his back turned to both him and the store and the really annoying royalty inside.

And, sure, Cellbit is annoyed, too, but he's also a father. So he just sighs and holds his son and lets him cry into his shoulder.

"Who's there?" one of the knights asks.

There's the sound of a sword being drawn, and then there's the sound of another sword being drawn and, really, is a peaceful retirement too much to ask for? Pac and Mike got one. Bad got one. Even Etoiles has some sort of retirement plan he's supposedly following between father-daughter dungeon-busting field trips.

The way Pepito is being held has him looking down the stairs and at the very rude people about to kill his parents, so Cellbit turns around so that Pepito is facing the door instead. He's always preferred looking danger in the face, anyway; it's much easier to be stabbed in the back than the front, after all.

Cellbit passively looks from one knight to another. He skips his eyes over the woman entirely. He catches Roier's eye, subtly rolls his own eyes, adjusts his hold on Pepito.

"Sorry," Cellbit says, "but my son is dying. I'll be right back."

"He's dead!" Pepito wails, ever-helpful. He's such a good kid.

The woman frowns. Cellbit doesn't think he likes her face. It's too... uncanny, like a doll come to life. Or, rather, like an image escaped from the mirror above the wash basin, and Cellbit does not like the implications of that, thanks.

As the knights start to advance, the woman holds up a hand to stop them.

"Hurry up," she says.

"Yeah," Roier agrees. "Tell Richas to die quicker, we have company."

Pepito screeches right into Cellbit's ear, making him wince very angrily in Roier's direction; all Roier does is wink and motion with his fingers for Cellbit to hurry up.

Cellbit quickly takes Pepito back into their living quarters and puts him down on the sofa.

Richarlyson is on the floor, very calm, very much not dying, and very much using Pepito's crayons in his own coloring book.

Pepito gasps, tears gone and replaced with wide, shocked eyes.

"But you ate them!" he exclaims.

Cellbit sighs, "Your brother is a magician, now can you two please behave for ten minutes while Roier and I deal with those people downstairs?"

Richarlyson's head perks up. "There are people downstairs?"

Cellbit nods. "Bad people, probably. If you hear glass breaking, you know what to do."

It's Richarlyson's turn to nod.

They have a plan. If things go down in the shop, Richarlyson and Pepito stay upstairs and hide until either Cellbit or Roier goes to get them. If the kids hear glass breaking, they are to escape out their bedroom window and climb down the tree outside and run to their Uncle Bad's house until Cellbit and Roier can get rid of the bad guys and save the day.

(Roier's words, not Cellbit's. Apparently, calling unruly customers or the police "the enemy" is bad. Go figure.)

Cellbit makes the kids both pinky promise him to follow the plan before letting out a long, stressed-out breath and starting back downstairs.

First, though, he dips into the kitchen and grabs his favorite butcher knife from off of the counter and tucks it into the custom-made sheath hidden beneath his jacket. Just in case.

Once downstairs, he's immediately manhandled by the knights until he's pushed up against the counter. Unfortunately, he isn't pushed behind the counter. But at least he can act as a shield... just in case.

On instinct, Cellbit reaches behind himself and takes Roier's hand. Roier takes it and squeezes gently, his thumb rubbing little circles into the skin by his thumb.

"Well," Cellbit says, looking from the knights to the woman, "you want something. What is it."

It isn't a question. It's more of a demand, really, and maybe he's stupid for demanding answers of royalty, but, like. Fuck the monarchy. What have they ever done for him?

The woman speaks: "We're looking for whichever one of you is Cellbit."

If they weren't already pinned down, Cellbit's ears would be flattening themselves to the top of his head. He bites back a hiss and instead just squeezes Roier's hand.

The woman continues with, "I'd like to bring him back with us to-"

"Yeah, okay," Roier casually says. "I'm Cellbit, hello."

Out of the corner of his eye, Cellbit can see Roier waving; he stifles a smile. He's so stupid...

Cellbit turns around and gasps dramatically. "Gatinho, no! You can't leave us!"

Roier bites his lip and looks away, turning his head to the side.

"But guapito," he says, dropping his voice an octave just for effect, "if I don't go, then... what about you and the children? They might-" (He moans and bows his head.) "-kill you. And then what would I do with myself?"

"Oh, don't worry!" the woman quickly says. "We won't hurt your family! That's why we're here, actually, to bring you and your family with us."

Cellbit ignores her. He reaches across the counter and cups Roier's cheek with his free hand, gently nudges his face until he raises his head and looks Cellbit in the eye; Roier's eyes are already wet with unshed tears, wow, he's good.

"But what will I do without you?" Cellbit demands, pitching his voice up just slightly. "Don't be stupid! I love you, pendejo!"

(They do this a lot, believe it or not. It drives Richarlyson crazy every time they do it because it somehow always ends up with them kissing until they're out of breath and shaky in the knees.)

"Não!" Roier cries. He squeezes his eyes shut and rips himself away from Cellbit entirely, staggering back and leaning against a display shelf full of anti-gravity potions. "Don't say that!"

"Say what?" Cellbit asks. "I love you!"

Roier screams and flinches against the case. "Não!"

Cellbit leans over the counter. "I love you."

Roier moans his time, his hands flying out wildly and grasping onto seemingly-random bottles on the shelf. "Não!!"

Cellbit extends a hand. "I. Love. You. Te amo, guapito."

One of the knights asks, "What the fuck is going on?"

And then the knights all start shouting as Roier opens his eyes and lunges to shove a potion into Cellbit's hands.

Cellbit grins and yanks the cork out of the bottle and chugs the potion and slams the empty bottle against the floor. It shatters, and he jumps.

"What the fuck?" the woman demands.

Cellbit twists mid-air and lands on the ceiling. He waves down at Roier, blows him a kiss, and takes off running for the back potion room. The door is closed, but the ventilation window above the door is open because he was supposed to be making potions right now. Silver linings.

He dives through the window, just barely managing to squirm through. He grunts, frowns, regrets getting this old, makes it through.

His goggles are nudged off of his head, though, leaving his ears on full display as he escapes into the potion room.

The woman gasps, "Get back here! Cellbit!"

But Roier just cheers, "Corre, gatinho!"

The potion room's door thuds and shakes in its hinges as the knights all slam against it. But, like, fuck those guys.

Cellbit runs down the length of the ceiling until he's reached the wall facing the alley behind the shop. He steps onto the wall, and then he runs down that until he's by the window. Again, ventilation, he should be working right now, but no, he can never know a moment of peace.

The potion starts running out just as Cellbit crawls through the window and lands on the shop's outside wall. He wrinkles his nose at the smell, but it's fine. Just trash, it's fine.

There's shouting from the front of the shop and the sounds of more bottles shattering. Roier sounds fine, though. He's even laughing, of course he is. He's badass, and Cellbit loves him, and Cellbit just wishes he was there to watch Roier swing his sword around like the sexy piece of shit he is.

The potion's effects wear off as Cellbit's feet touch the ground; two minutes, just as he'd made it to be.

He can see Richarlyson and Pepito running for it at the far end of the alley. Good, they actually followed directions for once.

Cellbit turns to run after them and get Bad's help, but he's stopped by a firm hand grabbing his shoulder from behind.

He snarls and pulls his knife out of his coat, spinning and slashing and just narrowly missing the woman's throat.

"Cellbit!" she shouts. "Calm down, it's just me!"

Cellbit responds by lunging at her with his teeth bared. He's been filing his teeth down for years, but he knows that he still cuts an intimidating figure when he's pissed enough.

The woman doesn't seem afraid, though. If anything, she just seems angry. And sad. Mostly angry.

She easily sidesteps his attack and yells, "It's me! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Oh, that's cute. Royalty asking why someone would want to hurt them, that's funny. They have the self-awareness of a walnut, all of them.

"Stop shouting 'it's me'!" Cellbit snaps. "Why should I care who you are?"

The woman's face starts turning red from frustration. "Because I'm your sister!"

Oh, that's rich.

"I don't have a sister," Cellbit sneers.

He swipes at her. Of course he does, he doesn't have a sister. He didn't have a family before he and the others found Richarlyson, and he only has one now that he has his kids and his husband.

"Then why do we have the same ears?" the woman demands.

She ducks under his knife and sweeps his legs out from under him. He falls and hisses and growls and does all sorts of things that princes might do because he isn't royalty. He knows that for certain. His first memory was him eating the corpse of a soldier on an empty battlefield, and it's with that image in mind that he snaps his teeth at the woman's throat.

"Only the royal family of the Gato Kingdom is born with feline features," the woman snaps. "Idiot!"

"Fuck the Gato Kingdom," Cellbit spits. "Your war destroyed everything I had!"

The woman's eyes turn sad. "It destroyed everything I had, too. It took my family from me. My friends. My home. We're just now starting to rebuild, and-"

She shrieks as Cellbit manages to flip their positions so that she's the one being pinned to the ground.

"So you show up and try kidnapping someone to fill in for your lost prince?" he snarls. "You people haven't changed."

The woman's mouth thins into an angry line. "I'm not trying to kidnap you! I just want to bring you home!"

"I don't have a home! This is my home!"

"You really don't remember, do you?" she asks, voice low. She isn't even struggling any more, not really. "It's me, your sister. Bagi."

The name stings Cellbit's brain in a way he doesn't like.

"I don't know you," he firmly says. "You don't know me. Leave my family alone."

He stands, hands shaking, head spinning. He doesn't like this.

Roier calls his name from the front of the building.

Cellbit, sure that this Bagi won't do anything while she's busy crying, turns and starts running towards the store.

He doesn't make it three steps before getting thwacked in the back of the head with something large and heavy and metal.

"Sorry," Bagi flatly says.

As he falls to the ground, his knife falls from his hand and ends up just out of reach.

He lands on his stomach and immediately tries standing again.

But he's stopped by a foot on his back pressing him down.

"I'll be sure to bring your family with us," Bagi tells him. "I'm not here to hurt you."

"Could have fooled me," Cellbit mutters.

Darkness takes him at last as Bagi smacks him again with her weapon, and all Cellbit can think is that he hopes that the kids ended up making it to Bad's after all.

#catboy in the village au #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#guapoduo #spiderbit #sorta #SPEEDRUNNING BC I HAVE A BUSY AFTERNOON BYE

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aerynwrites · 9 months

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Baldur’s Gate 3 Masterlist

Halsin

Longing || part 2 - NSFW. Reader has been pining after Halsin for a while now but has hesitated to make a move due to her inexperience, little does she know - a certain Druid might just feel the same and is more than willing to show her.

Remember - A drunken night leads to confessions and Halsin still being a gentleman.

Not alone - Reader is feeling overwhelmed with the responsibilities of being the defacto leader. Halsin tries to show them they don’t have to bear the weight alone. (Requested)

Scars - Reader hates the scars they bare, but Halsin shows them that there is nothing to be ashamed of.

Lover’s Embrace - NSFW. An alchemical mishap puts reader in a situation she’s not expecting, and as usual, Halsin is there to help. aka - reader accidentally creates an aphrodisiac potion and Halsin helps her through the after effects.

Dance The Night Away - Tav/reader gets a chance to finally show off a dress she acquired some time ago, something Halsin greatly appreciates as they dance.

Cherished - NSFW! A/B/O fic with omega!fem!reader. Reader has been on supressants for years only to be faced with the ordeal of an unexpected and intense heat when she loses her supply. Halsin is there to help.

Loss - reader mourns the loss of a beloved pet. Halsin is there to comfort them. (Based on a request)

Losing You - You get injured in battle and Halsin finally feels a fear he hasn’t felt in quite some time, a confession he makes to you as he nurses you back to health.

Reciprocation - NSFW! Reader notices that Halsin is usually the one to give during intimacy, this time, reader decides to return the favor.

Mistaken Identity - the reader meets a bear in the woods, unbeknownst to her this bear is the same Druid she has a crush on.

Desire - based on a request for breeding kink with Halsin

Whittle Mistakes - Reader injures themself while Halsin teaches them to Whittle.

Peaceful Moments - Reader and Halsin spend a quiet moment together.

Send Me an Angel (Halsin x Fem!angle!Reader)

After witnessing an angel fall from the sky, Halsin takes it upon himself to nurse her back to health. But as the days go by, the shadow curse still prevails, and he starts to find out there’s more than meets the eye with his new Angel companion.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Gale Dekarios

Late Nights - Gale has slipped away from you in the middle of the night - again - so, it’s your duty to bring him back to your side.

Unexpected, but Not Unwelcome - Reader announces she’s pregnant to Gale, he reacts in the best way possible.

Perks of The City - NSFW! Gale and Reader take part in all the city has to offer. Aka: they fuck in a bathhouse

Make it Right - Durge!Reader is struggling with finding out their past and their part in the absolute plot, their companions turning away from them. They decide to do go after Orin to make it right.

Masquerade of Liars - Gale and Reader take their son out to celebrate a traditional Waterdeep holiday (aka the forgotten realms version of Halloween!)

Worthy - reader/tav feels like they aren’t worthy of Gale. He’s quick to tell them otherwise.

Lost for Words - reader tried on the Wavemother Robe and shows off the new item to Gale who, well…he’s lost for words.

Dreams Become Reality - NSFW! reader has a rather…debauched dream and wakes Gale up. Good thing he’s curious and willing to satiate your fantasies.

Astarion x Halsin

Worries and Doubts - On a quiet afternoon in the forest, Astarion starts to have doubts about the future. Halsin is there to comfort him.

Love Lost - Halsin was unable to sway Astarion from ascending and now…Now he’s left to try and reconcile his love for the man he knew and the vampire lord before him now.

Dammon

Emeralds - You’ve been pinning after Dammon for quite some time now, little do you know the blacksmith feels the same way.

Fear of Losing You - (part 2 of emeralds) Reader stumbles upon the tiefling massacre in the shadow cursed lands and assumes the worst.

Bound by The Heart (and other things) - you stumble upon one of Dammon’s more…lewd books, and find out something he’s wanted to try. You eagerly volunteer.

Rolan

Freckles - you spend the morning admiring Rolan as he sleeps.

Headcanons

Halsin and Gale with Reader who tries pheromone perfume

Love languages with Gale and Dammon (SFW and NSFW)

Physical Touch and Gift Giving w/ Gale, Halsin and Dammon

Halsin as a New Dad

Dammon with a plus size S/O

Halsin and Reader Post Game

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 halsin #halsin x reader #bg3 halsin x reader #bg3 x reader #Astarion x reader #bg3 Astarion #gale dekarios #gale bg3 #gale x reader #gale dekarios x reader

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pawthorn · 1 year

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I absolutely need to see Ludinus Da’leth’s reaction to Ashton Greymoore.

This wizard, who led research on alchemical Dunamancy and used Yeza to distill a potion that has one somewhat mild effect. Ludinus also, presumably, has helped Thull achieve some artificial Echo-knight abilities.

He is deeply interested in exploring and exploiting Dunamancy, but clearly it hasn’t been easy or straightforward to do so.

And eventually he’s going to meet a barbarian with a hole in their head who is instinctually using rage-fueled Dunamancy.

And someday Ludinus may learn that Ashton gained these powers when someone poured Dunamancy juice into his dead body through a hole in their skull.

And I just really want to see that moment.

#critical role #ashton greymoore #campaign 3 #ludinus da'leth #there’s a fic that lives in my brain #that’s too ooc from the tone of cr for me to write #where da’leth gets ahlod of ashton and runs magic experiments on them #because why wouldn’t he #then we finally get the st martin stuff w ashton i’ve wanted from the start

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fattocatto-wizard · 7 months

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Finally! After over a month of waiting, I’ve finally found the time to finish my tower and reveal it to you all!!

Here’s what it looks like: (sorry if my art is bad)

(Note: image is not to scale)

(Note: I am visible at the base of my tower in this image)

My tower is a cat tree! The tower is many stories tall and the parts of the tower are scaled up to accommodate medium humanoid beings at the same scale as a normal cat to a cat tree.

Getting up it without being able to parkour or being a master of teleportation is a big challenge. Most of the lower levels are easily accessible, however.

A fair warning; my tower has non-Euclidean geometry as certain rooms are bigger on the inside and may lead to rooms that were not previously there, rooms and platforms may move around when you aren’t looking, and you may be randomly transported to a different part of the tower without noticing.

Don’t expect to be getting anywhere important with that teleporting, however. You will not be brought anywhere that isn’t very different than your current position on the tower, and the upper levels are completely inaccessible via this method. Actually, when you’re climbing the upper levels, you may be teleported lower on the tower.

In the fields below it, I grow various herbs, potion ingredients, drugs, and other plants! Like catnip and weed! I do most of my alchemy on the first floor and the dungeon underneath.

The entire thing is covered in comfortable fluffy cat-tree cloth and I’ve enchanted the area to always be clear skies, and warm and sunny during the day and perfectly cool in the evening.

The sunsets here are absolutely stunning.

The front entrance is obviously locked and only I have the key, so please just knock on the metal knocker to the right of the door; it’s enchanted to allow me to hear it if I’m there. If I’m not there, it will alert you that I’m away and I do ask you to politely leave if I am not home. Unless I have invited you, then I will allow it to open for you beforehand.

The tower has been warded with a tall field of force that fits around the tower’s dimensions, so don’t expect to be flying in.

I’m always welcome for visitors, so feel free to visit whenever I’m around.

Only I can properly navigate the tower, unless I give someone access, which I may or may not do, depending on the circumstances.

The tower gets quite windy, but it’s never enough to affect you because of the enchanted weather. The wind is always a warm breeze.

My tower is situated to the northeast side of wizard island island, along the cliff side coast, just southeast of the gray wizard council local.

From my tower, I can see most of wizard island, however a small portion of the island is blocked by the volcano. (Ex. I can’t see the Pirate Cove, Necrobotanist’s Tower, Ari’s Cafe, and Breakfast Wizard’s Diner and Cafe)

Thanks for waiting patiently! Hope to see y’all around!

@mersinia @the-gnomish-bastards-hat @combustion-witch @average-void-wizard @odd-animated-armor @slymewitch @a-mushroom-dev @a-mushroom-wizard @mossy--wizard @mossthewizard @wizard-at-large @wizardothesea @wizard-island-island-smp @magical-bear-dubin @magical-fox @alchemical-overreaction @transtyranid @transgender-wizard @verylegalwizard @blooper-malte @aroace-wizard @good-wizard @good-wizard2 @gavamont @pollution-wizard @the-mighty-dalob @the-moth-wizard-of-mayhem @the-illegal-wizard-council @ashen-the-tiefling @the-necrobotanist @terrencetheshark14 @the-frog-wizard-leep @the-wozard-council @siley-the-wizard @profeshinul-wizurd @sluttyambiguouswizard @yourlocalbreadenthusiast

Sorry if I forgot someone!

Oh, and have a happy Thanksgiving! 🍁🌽🥧

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marigold-hills · 3 days

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june 2: oyster | @wolfstarmicrofic | word count: 502

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“Alright there, Moony? Looking a bit pale,” Sirius asks in between inhaling his breakfast and reviewing what sparse notes he made for the Potions NEWT.

Remus looks up from his mug of tea (gripped between large hands like a lifeline). There are shadows under his eyes: another late night, then. Exams are upon them, and the way Remus studies has become obsessive.

“You need food too, mate,” James piles bacon onto Remus’ plate, ignoring his grumbles – almost growls, since it’s only a week until the full moon and the lines blur a bit in those days. “Yes, you’re very big and very scary. Now eat your breakfast.”

I should have done that, Sirius thinks because something in him believes the job is his. He’s never been good at caring for anything, hanging onto James even for his own needs, but it’s different, somehow, with Remus. There is a duality: being thankful for James’ care and resentful of it.

The owls come as they do every day, a flurry of wings and feathers. It’s a bright, clear day and they disturb the sun rays as they swoop through the Great Hall.

Remus gets the newspaper (something obscure about literature) and a beautiful, haughty looking owl lands in front of Sirius, raising a dignified foot with a small parcel for him to unwrap.

“What did you get?” James asks as the owl takes off, scoffing at Sirius’ offering of a sausage.

It’s an oyster shell, gold encrusted with an artisan's precision. Inside of it a marble eye, a shade of green which reminds him of autumn and of something else. He finds comfort in the colour - it’s why he chose it – a memory of warm fires and long cozy nights, of the happiness he feels when, as Padfoot, he’s surrounded by pack.

Sirius clips the silver chain the oyster is attached to around his neck “It’s an oisrí feiceálaí,” he hopes he doesn’t butcher the pronunciation, glances at Remus to make sure, “I’ve come across them when researching for my dissertation.”

“What does an oyster have to do with ancient runes?” Remus finds his voice at the bottom of the tea mug.

“Well… nothing. I just thought it was neat. It’s the symbol of fifth dimensional vision.”

“Sure you didn’t accidentally study Divination?”

“Hilarious, Prongs.”

Something catches James’ eye across the Great Hall – more likely someone – and he shoots up with a harried I have to go, see you at the exam!

Remus leans across the table, with a careful hand reaches for the necklace. Studies it, turning it around in his fingers. They oyster looks small in his grasp, the silver more pronounced against the golden skin.

“Very pretty, Sirius,” he says, and Sirius feels the sentence like it means something else, “Will you tell me more about it, after the exam?”

Remus looks up from the oyster, straight into Sirius’ face, eyes reddened and shiny from the lack of sleep and –

- well, Sirius knows what the green reminded him of.

NOTES:

this is part two of a 30-part series of shorts: I’m aiming for them all to be readable as standalone but are a part of a bigger story (better read together and in order, in my opinion)

oisrí feiceálaí, to the best of my knowledge, means seer oyster in Gaelic. It’s not actually a thing but I came across this and thought it was pretty and ostentatious enough for Sirius to wear ALCHEMICAL OYSTER PEARL

Remus is always autumn to me - by that logic Sirius in Winter, James is Summer (self explanatory, really). Peter is Spring I suppose. But I don’t ever write him into my fics so who’s to say

speaking of Peter - let’s say he’s already at the venue for the potions exam, absolutely shaking from stress and desperately cramming last minute revision

@lightningmonarchda3 @bowielover420 @tealeavesandtrash @digital-kam

(let me know if you do/don’t want to be tagged in next parts)

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders era #marauders #microfiction #wolfstar microfic #remus x sirius

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mysticstarlightduck · 9 days

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Magic System, But Badly Tag! (1)

Thank you so much for the tag @cowboybrunch (here)!

Rules: Explain the magic system of your current WIP as poorly as possible. Bonus points if you use bullet points.

Let's talk about the magic system of Song of Thorns (:

Elemental

ATLA vibes but medieval

someone really should keep an eye on the Initiates - these angsty teenagers with a god complex should not be left unattended

Powers range from "Look, I can light a candle with the tip of my finger, isn't it neat?" to "I CAN CONTROL THE STORMS, FEAR ME" and it is complicated

Lesson No. 1 - Don't trust the nice instructors on the weird-looking trial maze or you will die = STREET SMARTS

who cares about reading all those ancient tomes, let's improvise in the middle of an untamed wilderness or ocean brimming with wild magic, now that's a good idea

Animus Codex

soul magic with a celestial's blessing

can weave fates, lives, and entire existences with a series of secret runes on a specific set of cards/tablets

a select group of people know what tf is going on with this magic but everyone is too afraid to really ask

rune casting requires ancient magic components that definitely are anything but safe

either the celestials loved this civilization way too much or hated it with a passion

Sanguinex Arts (human only)

Lazy human royals really wanted to be vampires but didn't want to transform themselves and made it everyone's problem

"Can I copy your homework?" "No, absolutely not -!" "Too late already did it."

A cheap knockoff of something beyond mortal comprehension created by an insane set of human sorcerers who could not give less of a fuck

"I think I understand how they do it" - they did not, in fact understand how it was done

Feast your eyes on the eldritch abominations and trauma inducing shite created by human stupidity at its finest

A distortion of all that is moral and decent, used by the royals to expand their lifespans and oppress those who do not have access to their power

A generally bad time

Traditional Hemomancy (Vampyr/Fey only)

an ancient Vampyr tradition, tied to their very existence (and which was cheaply copied by humans to create the Sanguinex)

"General rule of thumb - do not piss off a vampire who has something or someone to protect, unless you fancy seeing how your insides look on the outsides"

Create & Destroy, Life & Death - this magic can heal or kill and is connected to the balance of nature

Blood Magic mixed with Matter Manipulation

"Roses are red, violets are blue, if the moon turns crimson you'll die soon" - a lesson some characters in this book should've learned before venturing further into this land

generally chill and laid back sorcerers who really don't want to have to use their powers to hurt people and just wanna have a good time

Alchemical Sorcery

Fucked Around and Found Out, Special Edition.

Potions slowly change you to be able to cast magic but it's fine because you know what you're doing. Hopefully.

Chemical components and suspicious magical ingredients create unforeseen creations = chemistry magic

You are cursed with the knowledge you wish you never had

Need to go to an elite academia to get a certificate permission in case you blow stuff up with your alchemy

Let's shape the very matter of existence after chemistry class 101

Melodis Mortem (forbidden)

"The Song of the Dead" - just a fancy name for a bunch of academia dropouts practicing off-the-book necromancy in a cult.

Let's raise your great-grandpa from beyond the grave because what could possibly go wrong- and he is now a murderous ghoul. Yeah, my bad. We'll do better next time.

Necromancer bards

All these books, guidelines and bloodied ritual circles might just be a way of hiding the fact they don't know what tf they're doing and are relying on lucky improv most of the time.

🎶Spooky scary skeletons send shivers down your spine🎶

"Well, well, well if it isn't the Consequences of my actions."

Mechana Ignis (elven only, secret)

combustion magic

steampunk/solarpunk elf society

gunpowder/"Sunpowder" go brr

"Nah, we ain't sharing this with you lunatics, bruv. This is our magic that goes boom and pew-pew on command. Not yours, nuh-uh, you're too fucking crazy to use it responsibly."

elves bored with eternity decide to do cool science stuff to pass the time and the world isn't ready for it

Tagging: @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab, @little-peril-stories

@the-ellia-west, @winterandwords, @cowboybrunch, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@leave-her-a-tome, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

#wip song of thorns #writers on tumblr #writerblr #my wips #writers #my characters #my writing #character writing #writeblr #writing #magic system but bad #tag games!

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gogolstoelicker · 2 years

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OB gang with albedo mc ?

Like at first they got the cold treatment (aka how albedo treated anyone and anything he wasn’t interested in)

Then slowly they warmed up and got to see the other side of them ( aka how albedo treated the traveler (kinda smug low-key flirty etc)

OB! gang with Albedo! MC

a/n: •FUCK THAT MAN HE DIDN'T COME HOME EVEN WHEN I WAS GUARANTEED

•if im being honest, albedo would probably be so interest in twst that he could not be cold to them. well maybe some of them but I'll make it work

warning:spoilers abt book 6(that i myself barely know about but here we are)

Friendly and popular, you gained fame for your alchemical talents. Though popular, you have an extreme distaste for social interactions. Barely anyone knows anything of your personal life as you are quite secretive about it.

Fueled by the feeling of enlightenment, you research about the things that pique your interest and once the feeling is gone, you lose all interest. Along with your alchemical genius, you're also a respectable artist.

Riddle:

he had heard u were really good at alchemy and making potions from trey who heard from ace

so he is very much curious about your world and how you got to know alchemy

start up a convo with u when he saw u in the middle of his walk

and you're sketching grim LMAOAOAOA

literally acted like u didn't know he was there bc you're sketching can't he see🙄

riddle thought it was kind of rude and pointed it out

still acted like u dont know

it takes u finsihing the grim drawing for u to even look at him

we all know hes angry so lets skip!!

riddle would like to know the basic alchemy of ur world and got absolutely flabbergasted when u showed him

"how the heck did a magicless student like you managed do that⁉️"

"but that is basic alchemy??" -u after turning dust to a bird

eventually,riddle had to cut the convo short bc he have a schedule to follow🤗so u went back to grim sketching

he tried to invite you to the unbirthday party bc he really enjoyed ur convo

but u declined it

but still went there bc the adeuce duo forced you LMAOAOAOA

so like kapoosh kapow the ob happened and a day after that he got interrogated by u

no break for riddle💀

u were very much interested in how he felt before and after the ob, if anything changes about him after the ob, what was it really that triggered the ob and-

CALM DOWN HES TRYING TO ANSWER ONE BY ONE

you're like "🤔hmm i see" the entire time with this serious face

u also gave him a potion for quick recovery so good for him!!(u gave everyone who overblot btw im just too lazy to write for all)

saw ur sketchbook one and saw some sketches of him

in both his ob form and how he is normally

"🧍why did u drew me"

"u carry a different aura and look different from how u usually do, it's quite fascinating"

"BUT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY OVERBLOT??"

multitasking royalty😂🙌who knew you could draw him while fighting him off

Leona:

you've seen some people with ears like him back in your world so you're not exactly as interested 🤷

even ur assistant have non-human like ears

tho u do wonder if there's anything different abt him since hes technically not from ur world

i dont think yall will interact much before the ob but after? and when book 3 is happening??

knowing how he acts, you're quite disappointed

"not only are u skilled but you're also quite knowledgeable. you could've been something greater if only you could muster up some motivation and ambition in you other than for the throne"

leona goes 🤨🤬you picking a fight or smth⁉️

but then also got goosebumps bc why is this small fry doing analysis of him and how come you know so much already😱

ruggie snickering beside him bc bro got called out so hard

bc hes pissed at u, he quite literally got an A on every single subject LMFOAOAOAOA

mans live off of spite (me too)

you did saw it and was quite pleased hes showing more of his potential

praised him so hard u made his ego bigger

is this... the feeling of recognition😍⁉️ -leona /hj

saw ur sketches of him during ur stay in savanaclaw in book 3

was surprised you captured every single detail about him, lowkey smug abt it

"you were staring at me so hard huh. you could've just asked if you wanted to draw me"

"oh? then by all means, strike up a pose for me. i would love to draw u again"

"...i never said yes, herbivore"

Azul:

not interested in you other than taking ur dorm for business + not interested in him at all

signed the contract anyway bc why not LMAOAOA

totally not bc grim was trying to get u to sign it so bad, no. not at all

anyways now you're homeless and is staying at savanaclaw

lets skip a lil bc i literally have nothing to say

yknow when the tweels tried to sabotage yall?

u literally fend them off using ur geo vision

them: 😧⁉️

they did report to azul

"but that bitch is magicless⁉️" is what he would say if hes not a professional businessman

hes sobbing and crying and clutching his contracts bc how dare⁉️

and u found out he is an octopus like after the blot so yknow what that means

"i would like to see u in that form, if you do not mind"

azul's glasses breaking bc he absolutely refused to

"😕😔a shame but it's alright" *starts studying that childhood pic of him instead*

azul standing right behind u🕴

he did ask why do u wanna see that form of his

and u go "that's something u wouldn't find in my world, i would like to know everything i could know"

the tweels agreed for a price btw

idk whats the price dont ask me

u sometimes visit the lounge bc that place is pretty as hell

notices how u would draw the place sometimes and the gear in his head was working so hard on how to get money from that

peeked into the sketchbook once

saw many sketches of him in his other form or what u think would be his other form

and the way its so accurate😧⁉️

🕴🕴- u and azul

Jamil:

i feel like u would recognize him for his many talents??

and would totally go "why are u hiding it if you know you could do it🤨🤔"

"i do not know what you're talking about☺" -jamil

u just shrug bc oh well. none of ur business

hes kind of glad u decided to drop the topic but also kinda :/ bc there goes his plan if u could see through him that easily

he is quite knowledgeable so u often ask him abt his homeland and their designs there and everything else bc

my god is scarabia pretty😍

u drew scarabia so often its not even funny anymore

and yknow those times he would like hypnotize kalim?

u knew smth was up but decided not to confront jamil abt it

he witnessed u eating a spider one time

he considered letting u go back to ur dorm out of fear LMFAOAOAA

u noticed him and asked if he would like some

U EVEN RECOMMENDED HIM SPIDERS TASTED GOOD WITH THIS AND THIS💀

he was on the verge of tears😔🙏rip jamil, he could've lived a normal life if life loved him enough

u finding out jamil and kalim is a little like subject 2 and u: 😱⁉️(trying to uh replace someone's position or smth)

after the entire blot stuff, he absolutely let u know if theres any bugs around

bc like hell is he fighting those bugs

you're delighted bc yes nutritious foods!!

jamil watching it all:

Vil:

you drew vil quite a lot since he's very pretty

vil is quite drawn to u from the start bc you're also very pretty

has heard of how great you are at making potions and alchemy from epel

so when the program thing happened, hes quite happy that he got to talk to you more

since he was living with u, he could see the many drawings of him and the others (vil and the non-vils. u totally don't play favorite)

vil seeing those beautiful sketches, thinking of ways to promote yalls group with ur talent

he did commission u for it and even offered to pay

u going k sure, i dont mind

vil posted the art on social media and it got so many attention💀

and yknow how vil is so popular and all? yeah so many people asked him to get in touch with u so they could commission u smth bc ur talent is just so😍😍🙏🙏‼️‼️

congrats⁉️it was supposed to be for their promotion but u accidentally got promoted as well

vil is very happy and proud

well after the whole overblot thing, u sometimes visit pomefiore for various other reasons

sometimes bc some famous ppl wanted to get in touch with u, sometimes u just wanna go potion potion with vil

Idia:

he is actually very thankful that you're not interested in him in any way

or so he thought

you're in fact very interested in him

his hair is quite unique to you + his creations are quite interesting to you

"woah unique robots😍" u 5 mins before disaster

and by that i meant a bigass hole in the dorm you're staying in LNFAOAO

so yknow how rook, epel and mc tried to save the others by going to this place they're supposedly brought to?(i dont think i missed anyone)

and my god are u taking ur time

"what is this fascinating creature?" *tries to eat it*

"PREFECT NO!!" -epel and rook

be thankful you're not from their world or else you would've overblot for that

idia and ortho seeing it all🕴🕴

and when idia and ortho came to see yall, you are even more delighted

"i would like to study you, if you do not mind"

idia bc its supposed to be the other way around:

epel, rook and ortho staring at u:

u did ask again after the whole incident and he def did not broke out in cold sweat

#twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #vil shoenheit #idia shroud

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t00thpasteface · 8 months

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Please tell me more about your fantasy world I am feral for cool and unique fantasy worlds

UM UMMMMM UHHHHH well first off, everything i've posted about my world, Tacia, is in my tag #original fantasy, but it's still mostly just drawings of the sisters. (as a matter of fact, i just went back and rounded up a few straggler posts that weren't in there!)

i haven't fleshed it out all that much compared to a lot of other original fantasy worlds, but one thing i have done is set some hard-and-fast rules for the world so i can avoid having a disorganized, patchwork "kitchen sink" fantasy setting like wow or tes:

absolutely no animals past the Cretaceous-Paleogene boundary. plants are permissible, but no modern birds/fish, nothing but the most basal mammals, etc. this is why my orcs, elves, and dwarves have dinosaurian features; the humanoids are in their own clade of Dinosauria, distinct from Saurischia and Ornithischia, as there are no primates of any kind in Tacia for humans/humanoids to have evolved from.

magic requires reagent(s) and a focus to cast. this is seen in wands and staves that one has to "load" like pistols/rifles with powdered reagents, and in alchemical potions that use some solvent, carrier oil, etc. as the focus for dissolved/boiled/suspended reagents. magic cannot be cast without foci or reagents. the wood used to make wands/staves is grown on trees that are enchanted as saplings so that they aren't destroyed by the magic they channel, and the branches are shaped appropriately as they grow. more on this later once i update my sketches of this concept...

no centaurs. no satyrs. no mermaids. no ANYTHING that isn't an elf, orc, or dwarf, at least in terms of sentient species. no dragons, either. i do NOT want to open the floodgates to just throwing in random stuff that looks cool, because i don't want to exhaust myself retconning my own lore and justifying every random new thing i throw in on a whim. three species! that's it! the species are also NOT monocultural; the culture of Tacia is mixed-species with a relatively even population/distribution of each of the three.

other than that i'm mostly just winging it and doodling whatever strikes my fancy, then posting my favorite bits on here. i really don't have any grand plans for any webcomic or other project using this lore :') but i'm having a lot of fun throwing stuff in this big cauldron and seeing what happens as it cooks!

#thanks so much for asking!!!! i genuinely love being put on the spot with this project bc it helps me organize and articulate my thoughts #as opposed to the vague slurry of disconnected words and images that normally occupies my brain #shebbz shoutz #original fantasy #worldbuilding #ask

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clericofkelemvor · 9 months

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Clip of back to back conversations with Araj Oblodra, the drow alchemist you meet in Moonrise who wants a sample of your blood and a bite from Astarion, when you meet her again in the city in Act 3 with a romanced Astarion in your party. Choices made in her conversation in act 2: gave her the PC's blood, backed up Astarion when he refused to bite her. This happens after there is a massive explosion in her home and she runs out.

Transcript below the cut

Astarion: And I will keep refusing until the end of time. I'm done bowing to the whims of others.

Araj Oblodra: Oh! My silk, what are the chances - it's /you/!

AO: Ah, and the heart-stopping bloodsucker. I hope you've changed your mind. My neck is yours, any time.

Tav: Astarion, we can leave if you don't want to be around her. (Astarion approves, Jaheira approves)

AO: Never say never.

AO: Forgive the mess. Your blood is far more volatile than I'd anticipated.

A: I'll be all right. Let's just get this over with.

T: Forget it. I saw how you made Astarion feel. I'm done with you. (Astarion approves)

AO: Nervous to see me again, is he? How sweet.

AO: But! We have quite a bit to discuss. What a wonder you came to my door just when you did.

AO: You see, it's /your/ blood that caused the conflagration you just witnessed. Imagine!

AO: It's a breakthrough in the sanguine arts the likes of which the world has never seen. The Grand Matriarch will have no choice but to restore House Oblodra after I present her with my research.

AO: But listen to me, rabbitting on about myself when I have you - the prize bleeder - on my very doorstep.

AO: If you'd come inside, we could discuss something far more exciting than drow politics.

AO: How I made him /feel/? What I propose goes well beyond such frivolities. We are talking about alchemical breakthroughss based on the blood that runs through /your/ veins, my friend!

T: And if it does?

A: I appreciate the thought, truly, but if this is something you want to look into…

A: Well, hearing her out won't kill us.

A: Well, death never stopped me before. I don't know why it should now.

AO: Now, now. I do think that's enough. When you see what I've been working on, bygones will all be bygones, I assure you.

The party follows Araj down to the lower level of her house.

A: If that's her 'formula' I can smell, it's even fouler than her blood. Gods below…

AO: Ah - a cosy little spot, isn't it? These four walls have witnessed greater alchemical triumphs than the keep of Urngath Dorrund!

AO: And now that you're here, the crown jewel of my research is soon to be faceted. All you have to do is drink Formula Gruna.

T: Formula Gruna?

AO: Well yes. Formulae Arkku through Fruak were spectacular failures. But Gruna - Gruna is different. Believe me!

T: What will this formula do?

A: Say no - the only thing she's offering is pain, and I- I don't want to see you hurt.

AO: When you first entered this home, you saw the incredible latent power within your blood exposed in all its nuances. Formula Gruna will unleash that power /within/ you.

AO: Risky. But - erm - safe!

T: I won't be drinking any mysterious formulas today, thanks.

AO: Not even for the betterment of the alchemical arts the realm over? Not event for /that/?

T: All right. Hand it over.

AO: Oh, marvellous. I've never been so excited for anything in all my days! Just - stand over there. Far over there. And drink up!

A: What are you doing? That had better go down the drain and not down your gullet.

Tav steps away and drinks the potion Araj gave them. An explosion occurs around them, doing low fire damage.

T (ambient): Am I… /explosive/?

T: You seem surprised. Had you expected me to die?

AO: Oh my- my heavens! You LIVED!

AO: This is incredible. I'm seeing stars!

T: Is this going to kill me?

AO: I'd hypothesised you wouldn't, my friend. And you've proven me absolutely correct.

AO: You are the world's first /detonative exsanguinator/. To put it simply: from this day on, your blood goes boom. big boom! Ahaha! It's incredible!

AO: All it needs is a spark.

AO: Certainly not. But it might do damage to anyone who makes you bleed without your express permission.

A: Naturally, I always ask first. I'm civilised, unlike you.

AO: There are other necks available for biting, of course. If you were so inclined.

T: Can you revert it?

T: You've had enough of my blood.

AO: What an odd question.

AO: Now, let me offer you a little treat. In exchange for the teensiest vial of your marvellous blood, I'll give you something that'll really throw your enemies for a loop.

AO: I'll only ask a /nominal/ fee in exchange.

AO: Now now, darling. Let's not be /rude/…

A: They said 'no'. You should learn the meaning of the word.

T: Why do you need /more/ of my blood so badly?

AO: My research will be quite worthless without proof. And my proof is running through your veins. I only need a tiny bit. Then - then my life will /truly/ begin.

T: I said /no/.

AO: Ah. I'd so hoped it wouldn't come to this. But I can't let my prize experiment walk out that door. I'd hoped to take a sample with your permission. But I can do without it.

Everyone rolls initiative.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #astarion #astarion ancunin #araj oblodra #if you say yes at the end you start trading instead of fighting #also gotta say. lots of good lines for astarion there that made me a little emo #but As A Lesbian. araj can get it. also i love her voice #Youtube #sil

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Hello, can I make a fanfic request that's a cross between a crack and fluff. How would Raiden Ei has a GN Alchemist S/O, who also has a Hydro Vision. One day, she visits them and her S/O was working on a potion that makes giant bubbles. However, something goes wrong, and they both end up trapped in a giant floating bubble together (that’s breathable by the way), that they can’t pop. So, they end up being stuck in a bubble together for a few hours, until it pops eventually.

Bubble Bubble | Ei x GN! Reader

This request was so fun to write. Tysm for asking for it!

type: fanfic

Summary: [Name] is an alchemist whose experiments seem to always go out of hand. This time, [Name] decides to simulate the abilities of a hydro abyss mage. What better way to use a hydro vision, right? Now, the only issue is that the project was a little too successful.

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When someone thought of your name, the first thing they were reminded of was how chaotic and disastrous your experiments were. It was an absolute wonder to many, how you, in all your chaotic glory, was able to catch the eyes of the archon of Inazuma. Some speculated that you had added a surprise ingridient to her dango milk to somehow make her interested in you while others accepted it as just another part of your eccentric character.

Your curiosity and want for experimenting knew no bounds. It was the norm to hear explosions coming from your lab at least 7 times a day. This time, you stood at one of your workbenches with your nose buried in a book, eyes pouring over a page that described the abilities of hydro abyss mage in full detail.

Your laboratory was always quite messy, papers and stray books scattered over about a third of the tables in the room, the rest of them jam-packed with test tube bottles, bunsen burners, and other types of lab equptement. Labelled scientific diagrams were plasteted over most of your walls, some of them on top of one another. To someone else, your workspace seemed like an absolute mess, but for you, it was incredibly easy to navigate around the disorganised space and find all the things you needed.

Your latest work in progress was a bubble made from hydro, thanks to the help of your vision. The bubble was meant to mimic the abilities of hydro abyss mages. You modified the formula to produce the bubble so that it was hollow and able to carry items and keep them safe rather than for attacking and drowning an enemy. You worked silently like you usually did, tinkering with your equipment and tossing different ingredients into the mix.

You were planning to create this new wonder as a learning experience for yourself, as well as a small gift to Ei. She had talked about how the items she ordered from the outside during her months-long meditation in her Plane of Euthymia sometimes arrived slightly damaged or a little too roughed up. You were hoping that you would be able to make something that could protect items while passing for long distances or just for a way to preserve them for as long as possible. After all, science is a way to make people's lives more convenient.

So far, the project was a success, and the bubble was able to hold itself for a few hours. The only issue was that the bubble was a little too strong. It couldn't be popped from the inside and the only ways for it to go away was if you waited for it to decompose on its own or if it was attacked with cryo or pyro from the outside.

Standing at your desk was getting a little tiring for your feet. Your body was starting to cramp, and you decided to take a well-deserved break. As you were midway through savouring a cup of tea, which was, of course, made through the use of your alchemical skills, you were jumpscared shitless at the voice that suddenly sounded from beside you.

"Hello, [Name]."

You choked on your drink and began coughing violently, slapping a hand on your chest to force the bevrage rom going down the wrong way.

Of course, you knew who had just appeared. Ei always managed to give you a jumpscare when she appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

"Hello, your exellency," you managed to reply between your sequence of gut ripping coughs. The sound being projected from your airways and oesophagus were akin to that of a donkey and several goats singing in an ensemble and missing every single note. The sound alone was enough to cause the ear drums of any living mortal to bleed. Thankfully, the only other person in the room wasn't human, so her ears were safe for now.

Ei walked around the couch, elegantly sitting next to you. She looked at you, crossing her arms with a small pout. "I thought I told you we no longer have the need for such formalties."

"Yeah, yeah..." You sheepishly smiled and looked to the side.

After all, you and Ei had become close after the time you'd spent together. She would usually visit you when she was free, which was a lot considering she'd made a puppet to deal with her official duties. At first, you respected and feared her like any other citizen of the nation. However, once you saw her show interest in your weird and wonderful creations, you started to feel closer to her. Of course, you still felt the same respect for her.

Despite the pair of you being so close, you still had the habit of addressing her formally, which she tried to correct many times but to no avail.

Ei stared at your work bench, a curious glint in her eye. She stepped closer to the interesting-looking project that was in the making, her eyes practically sparkling. You felt a surge of pride run through your veins as she looked so interested in one of your works.

"And what might this be?" She inquired, taking a closer look at the funny mess of objects.

You soon found yourself sporting a dopey grin, overjoyed that you were actually asked to explain one of your projects, and not force the other party to listen to your ramblings. This was one of the many things you loved about Ei.

You began, detailing the different components of the bubble-making formula, thoroughly explaining the concept behind it and its capabilities, purposefully leaving out the fact that the sturdy bubbles were actually a project made with her in mind.

You flicked through the book you read earlier, mentioning any details you missed about the abyss mages and their deadly bubbles. During your ramble that was at this point sounding like a one sided rap battle, you failed to notice Ei was now poking the bubble with her index finger, watching in amusement as it wobbled and made a satisfying jiggle sound.

She had poked the bubble enough times for it to begin to expand, its enlargement further aggravated by electro energy her whole body overflowed with on the regular. Soon enough, the weird hydro construct grew large enough from being able to swallow the upper part of her body to fully encasing her, and she seemed to pay no mind to it. If anything, she found the whole predicament entertaining.

An eternity later, once you finished ranting about some alchemical topic that the average person would've fallen asleep listening to, you noticed the silence in the room. It sounded like Ei had vanished, or at least, you thought.

Encased in a bubble was the one and only Ei. She was enthralled by the bouncyness of the hydro-based sphere that surrounded her.

"It's squishy," She mused, "It's like dango."

"Ei!"

Your jaw slammed on the ground. You blue screened, your brain going into full panic mode.

'[Name] you absolute dumbass'

'Why is she inside the bubble???'

'Am I going to get executed for harming an archon?'

'Should I trap myself in one too?'

'Maybe I should run away and live in a Shneznayan forest before the Shogunate finds me...'

Your brain was running a mile a minute, intrusive thoughts all bubbling (haha get it) to the surface of your mind. You groaned, running a hand down your face in an attempt to refrain yourself from bashing your head into the nearest wall.

The next (probably the most obvious) thought was to find a way to get Ei out of the bubbly prison. If worse came to worst, you were sure Ei wouldn't mind being locked in a hydro bubble for all eternity. It was exactly like the room uh I mean, Plane of Euthymia she absolutely loved locking herself in. Besides, it could also make her and the current dendro archon locked up twins. So slay. /j

"Hold on, your exellency, I'll find a way to get you out!" You began ransacking your lab which already looked like several ransakings had taken place in the course of a single day, trying to find some sort of sharp object to stab the jiggly wiggly bubble with. You eventually settled for a sword that was left under a pile of who knows what after you had attacked the bubble with everything under the sun. You had even tried using more of the bubble solution, wondering if bubbles could cancel out bubbles. It in fact could not.

Infusing the blade with hydro, you drew it back, slicing off a chunk of it, or so you thought. The hydro of your sword only added to the size of the bubble, dragging you inside it by the arm.

Water only adds to water when mixed, genius.

Now you were both stuck. In an enclosed space. Most likely for the rest of forever. You chuckled nervously, trying to force your embarrassment away. You knew for a fact that you would never live this down.

You let out a strained groan, dragging your hand down your face once again as you reconsidered your life choices. Not only did you get her excellency herself trapped in a silly bubble, but you also managed to trap yourself inside it.

Ei took her attention away from poking the outside of the bubble to you, noticing your frustration. She placed a gentle hand on yours, smiling reassuringly, "This situation may not be as bad as it seems, dearest."

Glancing up at her, you blinked your eyes, attempting to terminate any frustrated tears before they showed signs of welling up in your eyes.

The simple words she spoke were enough to make your chest feel all fuzzy and your eyes to get even more sweaty. As her reassurance set in, you started to feel like yourself again. The wave of frustration passed, and the silliness of your current situation finally set in. Managing to trap yourself inside a hydro construct was no easy feat, mind you.

You chuckled, then giggled, then erupted into a fit of full-blown laughter, doubling over in the small, cramped space you were in. Your giggles were beginning to make your sides hurt.

Ei eyed you, albeit a little concerned but used to your weird antics and outbursts. After all, you just burst into a fit of laughter seemingly out of nowhere. She awkwardly patted your back as your giggles caused you to choke on your own spit. Your laughs became strangled coughs and hacks, trying to clear your airways.

Once you calmed down (and stopped choking), you sighed, "This really is stupid."

"Well, I find it quite amusing," Ei said. She reached over to gently smooth down stray parts of your messy hair. It was something she did often when you were together.

"But..." You replied, "Being trapped in here because of my mistake must be such a waste of time."

Ei laughed. Her laugh was soft, airy, and elegant. Her eyes squinted slightly, and her lips stretched into a pretty smile,

"Any time I spend with you, [Name], is never time wasted."

Your eyes widened a fraction. Ei wasn't one of many words, but it was like she always knew what to say and when to say it. Her words were always reassuring and comforting.

About an hour and a half of being stuck in your science experiment, you started getting a little bored. Ei was fine with sitting down and doing nothing since she did that as a hobby. You, on the other hand, needed something to do. You got fidgety, bouncing one leg up and down, wanting something to stimulate your brain with.

Moreover, the position you were sitting in did not help at all. Your legs were in an awkward position, tangled with Ei's, and your back was curved along the edge of the bubble. The bubble was wet, but it didn't wet anything that touched it, thankfully.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Ei noticed your discomfort almost instantly.

"Kinda, and there's not much to do in here," You rested your face in your palm, sighing.

"Hmm..." A lightbulb went off in Ei's head, as if she got the best idea of the century.

You were concerned. You had every reason to be. Every time Ei had that expression painted on her face, she most likely had an idea that sounded good if your ears were plugged and eyes were closed, not hearing or seeing the idea at all. The idea would usually involve a casualty, destruction of property, and/or an explosion. Sure, you were no stranger to things exploding in your lab. However, explosions caused by Ei were enough to wipe out a continent.

Ei's eyes began to glow purple. She reached a hand up to her chest, a glowing sword emerging out of it.

No frigging way.

"Torn to obli-"

"No!" You practically jumped at Ei, sliding the blade back in its sheath? chest? whatever.

"Bad idea!"

"I thought it was a wonderful idea," her eyebrows furrowed a little, and she pouted slightly, "This construct surrounding us would be gone."

"Ei, hydro and electro don't go well together," you began, "your electro on the bubble would've bounced off and electrocuted the both of us!"

"But-"

"But what?"

"Being hit by electro is no different than a little tingle..."

You deadpanned, processing what she said a second time, "That's because your entire body is made of it -"

"What about you?"

"Electro would turn me into fried chicken!"

"Ah I see..." She rubbed her chin, taking in what you said, "Then I'll just have to do it in a way that doesn't let you get hit."

"Ei, no!"

It took a lot of convincing to stop Ei from trying to destroy the bubble with her Muso no Hitotachi. Even after you convinced her to stop, she would mumble something about how her idea was wonderful. You just didn't want to get electro'd just yet.

Suddenly, the bubble popped, and you were sent plummeting to the ground. Ei landed gracefully, of course, while you fell flat on your face.

"We're out!" You cheered, jumping up.

"We would've gotten out sooner through my method," Ei protested.

"Haha, maybe next time."

You made a mental note to never try to make an indestructible bubble ever again. It was a fun experience, but it was definitely not something you would do twice.

#raiden ei #ei genshin #ei genshin impact #ei x reader #gn reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfics #genshin #genshin impact #hydro vision

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Surprisingly, none of the doors in Moonrise are locked, at least so far, which I was not expecting. I guess maybe it's assumed that by the time you've made it inside the gates you're one of The Family.

Our next exploration room is what appears to be some sort of alchemical lab with a drow lady walking between various tables and making cryptic statements about what she's working on.

Her name is Araj Oblodra, and @zenjestrr has informed me that I need to bring Astarion to talk to her; let's see if the game actually makes that clear or if I'm going to be metagaming. XD

"Araj Oblodra, trader in all things occult." She has a low, pleasant voice and looks him over with mild, academic interest. "A very great pleasure to meet you, True Soul. Should you be interested, I have a particular offer I'd like to make."

"Let's hear about this special offer of yours."

"Put plainly, I'd like your blood," she says matter-of-factly. "A vial of True Soul's blood specifically. With one drop, I can brew a rather potent potion for you. The rest, I keep for myself."

Hector blinks at her slowly a few times. Not quite what I expected. "And what exactly are you planning to do with your share?" he asks cautiously.

"Research, naturally," Araj says smoothly. "We Oblodras are simply curious by nature."

Narrator: [HISTORY] You realize why the name rings familiar - House Oblodra was purged a century ago by an alliance of rival drow houses. Among the many crimes tallied against them - their reckless experimentation with illithid breeding stock.

Ew.

"It's not True Soul blood you want," he says bluntly. "It's illithid-tainted blood."

She blinks, startled, and then her eyes narrow with acute interest. "Blessed by the Absolute but not blinded by it? Now I simply must study you. The beings you speak of have no use for gods, and yet here we stand in a church of their making. Unless they are not the makers but simply the means - wouldn't that be a secret worth knowing?"

He listens in silence, and finds himself curiously swayed by her point. If she is telling the truth - she is not here because she believes in the Absolute, but she wants to know what the mind flayers are doing either creating or supporting this cult. And that is something he wants to know, very badly.

"So let me adjust my offer," Oblodra goes on. "Your blood and your *silence* in exchange for the potions I mention - and a tidy pile of gold besides."

He is no good at these mercenary negotiations...but if he's interpreting her correctly, she could be a valuable ally. "What kind of potion can you make?" he asks.

"No idea," the alchemist says, with a sort of feigned cheeriness. "But it will be unique to you - your blood essence and the Absolute's blessing intertwined. We can learn what that means together, hm?"

He sighs. Damn, now she's caught his curiosity as well as his need for allies. He glances at the others questioningly for a moment, and then shrugs. "All right," he says, extending one arm in her direction. "Let's do it."

"Just a little prick and it's all over," she croons gently. "Close your eyes...a little pain for a lot of gold. And..."

He barely even feels the needle as it slides under his skin. Her movements are deft, incredibly practiced, and within moments she has drawn a small vial of dark blood from his vein. A few moments more and she has poured some of it into a second prepared vial held in her pocket.

"There we are. All of your very best traits in a bottle. Use it well!"

He takes the vial and is in the middle of turning away to examine it when she continues, "And, if I may, would you have a moment to discuss another more personal matter?"

He pauses, turns and looks back at her without speaking, waiting for her to go on.

"Truth be told," she says casually, "I heard tell of your coming before you arrived. Ketheric's dogs prowl far and wide round the Tower. I know you travel with a delightful night-walker in your retinue. Please - I have a proposal for him. I will reward you both handsomely."

Hector squints warily at her. So far he has found this woman fairly straightforward in her dealings, but it is not only his own safety he has to be concerned with.

"You aren't working for Cazador, are you?"

She smiles coolly. "That is not a name which has ever passed my lips. I am a friend to you. I wish to be a friend to him."

"What kind of proposal?" Hector presses.

But she shakes her head. "I will speak of it when he is here. Not before. But it will be to your advantage, I promise."

Hector purses his lips thoughtfully. "My vampiric friend?" he finally says slowly. "Sure, I can bring him here." If he's willing to come, at least...

Her eyebrows lift, and her face takes on a distinctly flustered appearance for a brief moment before she masks it. "I-- I must prepare for his arrival!" Without another word she turns and hurries away.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #intriguing #i cautiously like her XD #wonder if she's astarion's ex-girlfriend or something

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I see we are both irredeameably obsessed about our blorbo. I NEED to know who Alchemy Cowboy is

OK SO. I love him so much

Alchemy Cowboy(still unnamed, I have a bad habit of this. One o my pf2e characters didn’t get named until the campaign was starting because I just forgot) is an oc I’ll be playing in an alternate reality western campaign using Mutants & Masterminds. Basic setting lore is 1800’s western USA with weird dimensional portals and reality-warping phenomena that destroy much of the land. These phenomena can be stabilized only by anchors that The Church(not a Christian church but a separate entity) creates. This being 1800’s america, settler towns are a much higher priority for getting anchors and indigenous nations are frequently just not given anything.

Alchemy Cowboy is a native dude who’s nation(still not determined) was scattered when the land was destroyed by portal phenomena, after multiple meetings where the church wouldn’t get em an anchor no matter what they offered or did in return. He grew up with his mother, moving between stable settlements and frequently going into other dimensions through these portals to collect ingredients, as his mother was also an alchemist.

Dude’s got neat bullets he custom-makes for himself that are concentrated and solidified potions, so he has a sweet alchemy gun array. Nowadays still runs around into portals, sells potions and sends most of the money he doesn’t immediately use back to his mother so she can live comfortably. His best friend is his horse, Daisy, who he takes very good care of. A lot of his potions go to different communities and nations the church wouldn’t be likely to get an anchor to, so they have better chances of escaping the portal phenomena.

Now thing is. Man absolutely does not trust the church to distribute portals fairly, because he’s experienced firsthand the consequences of their prioritization of settlers. His main motivation isn’t the horse, or his mother, or potions, or any of that. His primary motivation is to find or create another way to stabilize portal phenomena so that people who the church would leave to die have better chances of survival. Dude absolutely hates the church which. Yeahs thats fair

For details that aren’t in-depth backstory/motive details or exploring themes. He’s also. Extremely cute(though I haven’t drawn him yet) and I am extremely homosexual and mentally unwell abt him. Trans, makes his own HRT(fuck yeah). Has cool beads he made outta potions and used those for beadwork on his vest for a weird alchemically enhanced kinda armour. And his music playlist has been admittedly kinds difficult because I’m not a big fan of country or similar genres.

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😶, 💌, and 😃 for jura?

😶 for a headcanon of a secret that they keep!

OK THIS IS A HARD ONE because Jura’s a snooping little shithead and she knows a LOT of secrets about a lot of people.

Now the easiest way to answer this is of course, the dark brotherhood. Even if she doesn’t work for them as an assassin, she is still a prominent member as she manages a lot of their remaining contacts and keeps the brotherhood in supply of various things from enchanted items to potions and alchemical supplies. But her main and her official role in the brotherhood is historian and archivist. She’s responsible for the safekeeping of all the brotherhood’s written secrets and historical documents, and some of the tomes and journals in her library can be dated back to the second era. This has actually been her family’s role in the brotherhood for 200 years since the oblivion crisis, and it’s thanks to the Rhapsodos family that a lot of the brotherhood’s spells and alchemical recipes, and a lot of other important, practical information the brotherhood needs hasn’t been lost over time as the brotherhood’s power and influence dwindled.

A more fun answer is that Jura knows more about who’s dating who and who likes who at the college of winterhold than anybody else does. Obviously relationships between the faculty aren’t exactly forbidden but it’s a bit frowned upon to be extremely loud about them in front of the students, so most of the teachers who might be together tend to keep the pda down in front of students. Jura and Miraak are the main ones who are completely transparent about their relationship in the college, and because of that, they’re usually the ones a student might go to if they have a crush. Of course, being from an assassin family and having been trained from birth to take notice of anything that might be useful information, Jura’s usually already aware that student has a crush on someone and knows who it is, and she probably already knows whether or not that person likes them back. So Jura absolutely does play matchmaker with the apprentices

💌 for a romantic headcanon

This is a fun one because Jura is absolutely a closet romantic, although she’d be very embarrassed if anyone ever teased her about it. This absolutely led to a lot of confusion for/with Miraak, as having been a high ranking dragon priest, it was expected that other people throw gifts and favors and such at HIS feet. He’d never had to do it the other way around, and as such, he was entirely clueless as how to even begin trying to woo her once he came to realize he was smitten with her. Naturally he thought practical gifts were the way to go. Why wouldn’t they be? After all, Jura was a very practical person and while she clearly liked nice things, she had plenty of money so if she wanted something nice she could just buy it herself couldn’t she? It wasn’t until after talking to Faralda and Tolfdir (who were practically her second set of parents at the college) that he realized that’s what pretty much EVERYONE thought and thus no one had ever gifted her nice things. So of course he had to remedy that. He learned that her favorite flowers were a special kind of rose native to the summerset isles that were borderline impossible to grow anywhere else, due to their incredible fickleness when it came to temperature, sunlight, and soil composition, and thus she’d never even seen them herself outside of pictures in alchemical books before. And what does this man do, he proceeded to spend an insane amount of time, money, and effort obtaining the seeds for these flower (difficult enough considering Skyrim’s tension with the thalmor) and getting them to grow in Winterhold.

And he succeeded. He’s never going to forget the face Jura made when he showed her the small flowering bush in his room’s garden for the first time

😃 for a happiness headcanon!

Considering that Jura never really anticipated surviving avenging her parents against the volkihar and the thalmor, she’d never really considered marriage or her wedding or the fact that if/when she got married, her parents wouldn’t be there to play their traditional roles in it (I hc that with both altmer and Nords being very family oriented people, your parents and grandparents would be very important parts of your wedding) but after surviving everything that went down with the volkihar and then the dragons and Alduin and falling in love with Miraak, she eventually had to face the incredibly depressing realization that her parents wouldn’t be at her wedding. Because they’d more or less filled in the spot and took over the role of her parents in her life at the college, she considered asking Faralda and Tolfdir if they would be her parents in her wedding, but she almost didn’t ask, terrified they would say no. (This being genuinely one of the few times she’s ever actually been scared to do something in her life) but of course they immediately agreed to it (longest two seconds of Jura’s life) and honestly Jura probably cried in relief and happiness that they said yes

#oc: jura rhapsodos #headcanons #ask games

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