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mythrae · 8 months

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Invisible String

Part One: Time, Curious Time

Summary: Divya is surprised to see Dammon at the tiefling party, he’s surprised she’s even speaking to her at all. And they're both surprised they have feelings for each other.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors do not interact), things get a bit frisky, slight blood mention, otherwise just fluffy (Dammon understands consent!)

Author’s Notes:

Divya (pronounced Dih-vee-yah) is a Zariel tiefling monk. She’s also pictured below until I can find a better pic of them together.

The work title is based on the Chinese legend of the Red Thread of Fate, that there is an invisible red cord around the finger of those that are destined to meet one another, regardless of place, time, or circumstance. The magical cord may stretch or tangle, but cannot break.

Thought it was interesting how we interact with Dammon in all three acts of BG3, almost as if it was fate that brought us together 👀 so enjoy. This man needs some lovin’ and I’m gonna give it to him whether you like it or not!

Read it here on ao3 :)

“Looks like you’ve saved us once again, our noble hero.”

Dammon raised a chalice from his place at the campfire, cheering to Divya and her party on a job well done. It was no easy feat infiltrating to goblin camp and taking down its leaders, but with the fearless tiefling monk as their figurehead, anything was possible.

To celebrate their triumphant success, Zevlor had wanted to throw a proper party back at their camp, and invited all the tiefling refugees to join in on the fun. They knew there was still trouble ahead as they made the dangerous trek to Baldur’s Gate. But for now, they drank, they danced, they reveled in their own company.

They’re anticipated darker days ahead once they left the grove. But for the first time in a long time, the tieflings felt a sense of peace.

“I know I would have loved to see you take those goblins down.” He continued, “especially only using your fists. It’s remarkable what you can do without a weapon, you know.”

“Ah, thank you, Dammon.” She replied, taking a seat in the spot next to him, leaning back against the boulder behind her. “Hopefully things stay quiet for now, though, and we don’t have to battle any more goblins off. I’ve had enough adventure to tire me out for a lifetime.”

“Agreed.” He said, swiveling his red wine in his hand before taking a languid sip.

Divya looked out at the rest of the party-goers. Rolan was showing a few new tricks to Cal and Lia, Alfira was performing her newest song in dedication to Lihara, and she spied Lakrissa getting a little friendly with one of her own party members. There were a few that chose to simply watch, but everyone was smiling, happy for the first time in a long time.

“Seems most everyone’s having themselves a good time tonight. Are you?” She turned to face Dammon, his gaze watching the flames flicker in the air.

He grinned. “Hm, well now I am.”

In that moment, she thanked the Gods it was dark enough that he couldn't see her blush.

“Y’know, I’m not really one to attend gatherings like this.” He continued. “I usually like to keep to myself, if you couldn’t tell. But, well…”

He didn’t even think he’d get the chance to speak to her tonight. With how popular she had become amongst the tieflings in the grove, there wasn’t anybody who didn’t want to speak to her, to sing her praises, for giving them a second chance at life after the fall of Elturel.

Yet, here she was, sitting next to him by the fire, a smile creeping across her face as she pulled her chalice away from her lips. Full, plump, a deep maroon…

Dammon couldn’t help but wonder what her lips tasted like.

“… I wanted to see you again, before we left for Baldur’s Gate.” He finished, his eyes still gazing into the fire.

“Oh, really? And why’s that?” She playfully nudged him with her shoulder.

Though he tried to play it cool, he was burning redder than all of the Nine Hells combined.

“I’ll just... miss seeing you around the grove.” He confessed, “You have a face that few could forget.”

She chucked a bit to herself, “Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.”

She had definitely drank a little more than her usual fill of wine tonight, giving her some more confidence than she usually had. Plus, she knew he hadn’t seen her in her usual camp attire, which was a bit more revealing than what she usually wore. Seeing the way his eyes gazed upon her form made her want to be more bold, more forward with him. There were many things she wanted to say to the infernal mechanic right now, but she knew if her tongue slipped too much, she’d regret them in the morning.

She sensed Dammon move a bit closer to her, his fingers accidentally brushing against her hand.

“Ah, I’m sorry about that…”

“Don’t be.”

She took his hand in her own, gently rubbing his worn, dry knuckles with the soft pad of her thumb.

“I don’t mind it a bit.”

For a moment, Divya and Dammon locked eyes. His piercing blue gaze, glowing with Hellfire, felt as if it was cutting right through her skin, staring deep into her soul. The warmth in his smile made her heart nearly jump out of her chest — if she didn’t calm down, she just might burst. It felt weirdly intimate, for him to look at her this way. Like they were soulmates who had fallen in love ages ago, raised a family together, and intended to spend the rest of their days as each other’s lover, no matter where life took them.

Something about him felt… right.

But the moment was over as quickly as it started.

“Oi, Div!” She heard her fiery tiefling friend shout, startling them both, “You two should kiss!”

Divya’s hand moved from Dammon’s as her eyes darted over the roaring campfire. Above the flickering flames, she saw Karlach, joined at her tent by Wyll and Astarion. They were watching quite attentively, waiting to see who would make the first move.

“Gods above…” she muttered, her tail twitching in embarrassment. “Have you been watching us this whole time?”

“We’ve been watching for long enough,” Astarion chimes in. “But we want to see some action, darling! Put on a show for us!”

Chucking a bit, Dammon played along with the pale elf. “Hey now, we can’t get too hot and heavy out in the open, or else Karlach’s engine might explode!”

Gods, help me...

“Please excuse my companions here,” Wyll calls out, placing his hands on Astarion’s shoulders. “They’ve had a few too many tonight. I think it’s time to get them some rest.”

“What are you talking about?” Astarion retorted, shrugging off the warlock’s touch, “I haven’t even had anything to drink yet!”

Dammon laughed as he sipped the last few drops of his wine. “They seem like a wild lot.”

“You don’t even want to know the half of it.”

He looked up at the twinkling night sky, the full moon rising higher and higher above camp. “Seems it is getting a bit late, though.”

“Sad, isn’t it? We haven’t had a single moment to ourselves.” She tutted, taking another sip from her chalice.

“Well, I’m happy to share any moment with you.”

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.”

“Well…” she hesitated, realizing what she was about to ask him before actually saying it aloud. It had been a long time since she had been with anyone, in that sort of sense. Especially since Elturel had fallen, and her whole life got turned upside down.

But the way Dammon looked at her — Gods, the way she felt herself melt under his gaze — made her feel excited, anxious, and lustful, all at once.

“… if you’d like, you can come back to my tent later, once things have settled down a bit.”

She couldn’t take the words back know, she just had to hope that he was feeling the same way about her.

“I’d love to.” He says, giving her a wink before standing up. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

***

Divya was usually calm and collected while in battle. Escaping the Nautiloud? Easy. Fighting off hoards of goblins? Not a problem.

But right now, for the first time in a long time, she was anxious.

When was the last time she shared a bed with another? Sure, she’s had a few partners that got so lucky, but she had known these people more than a tenday. Sure, she felt close to the handsome tiefling, but there was so much she didn't know about him. What if he tried to slit her throat in the middle of the night?

She was already feeling nervous about him visiting her tent tonight. But she was also worried about him not showing up at all.

Rejection from anyone feels awful. She's dealt with it, she's also given it. Hells, she had to reject Gale's advances just the other day. But a rejection from Dammon would hurt worse than getting a stake jabbed through her heart.

Luckily, she didn't have to wait long. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she heard the rustle of grass further out in the trees, then the light tapping of footsteps in the dirt of their camp. Soft, as if not to disturb the others. The sounds came closer and closer to her tent, until she saw a familiar shape standing at the entrance.

“Div?” Dammon whispered, “Are you awake?”

She opened the flap to her tent, her nerves rising as she saw him actually coming to see her. He has changed from his apron into a much more comfortable shirt and pair of trousers, which clung to his body in all the right places. He wasn’t even wearing his green scarf, her cheeks warm from seeing his chest peeking through the neckline of his shirt…

“Dammon!” She said softly, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. “I’m surprised you actually came.”

“And miss out on seeing your beautiful face again?” He replied, dipping his head into the entrance of the tent as he sat across from her. “Not a chance.”

“Beautiful?” She nearly laughed out loud, “I don’t think anyone has ever called me beautiful after defeating an entire goblin camp before.”

“I s’pose there’s a first time for everything.” He smiled, reaching and cupping her face with his hands. His hands were rough, cracked from years spent working in the forge, but his touch was delicate, soft, like he didn’t want to break her.

Holding Divya’s face so close to his own, Dammon never noticed how many freckles she had, sprinkled across her cheeks like the stars above. He saw her spots where her skin lost its pigmentation, no doubt a bit of an insecurity of hers. Her septum piercing, one that he didn't see too often among other tieflings. And her eyes, that didn’t have the same Hellfire glow that many of their had, but glowed in their own way…

All of it made her who she is. And he thought everything about her was beautiful.

When he kissed her for the first time, he was gentle, careful, as if he could make her fall to pieces if he did too much, too soon. Her lips tasted like the wine she was sipping on through the night — red, rich, with a just hint of sweetness.

Absolutely delicious.

When she kissed him back, he craved her more, wanting to get drunk off her lips alone. Caution was thrown to the wayside as their kiss went deeper and deeper, as one of his hands moved to the nape of her neck and the other at her waist. Gods, the way the soft skin of her body felt under his touch nearly made him melt. It tugged at his loins so greatly, he was almost ready to burst.

Divya pulled on Dammon’s shirt collar, as if begging him to give her more. He obliged, shifting their bodies so she laid on her back and he was mounted over her. He broke the kiss to plant extra pecks along her jawline, her neck, until he bit her — hard, hearing her yelp in delight.

“Nine Hells, I could listen to that sound all day.”

His hot, wet tongue lapped at the broken skin, cleaning up the little drops of blood seeping from her wound.

“That is, as long as I’m the one making you sound like that.”

He moved up to kiss her lips once more, his hunger growing by the moment. She could sense his hands setting themselves at her waist as his lower body pressed into hers. Her breath hitched as she felt that his desire had grown for her, rather large and intimidating. One of his hands slid itself under her top, fondling the swell of her breast…

Stop, her mind interrupted her train of thought, her eyes going wide with panic, you’re not ready for this yet.

As much as her body had told her to give herself to him tonight, her mind was begging her to slow things down.

It wasn’t that she had a bad feeling about the infernal mechanic on top of her, not at all. But in her heart, she wasn't ready for this kind of divine intimacy, for their two bodies to quite literally become one. With him, she wanted to take her time.

She had real feelings for him. And over time, as long as they stayed alive, she wanted something real between them.

“Ah, Dammon…” she breaks their kiss, taking a moment to catch her breath.

“Yes, dear?”

“Can we… can we take this a bit slower, please?” She turned away from him, feeling embarrassed for interrupting him so quickly, “I’m, ah...”

“Are you okay?”

Her head spun back to look at his face, eyes glowing like baby blue stars in the midnight sky.

Fuck, he’s so handsome.

“I’m okay, promise. I just might… not be ready for all this right now.”

In the past, if she told someone she wasn’t ready to spend a night like that with them, they would usually get angry with her, sometimes even storming away like a child throwing a tantrum. It was something she was used to by now, with long term partners and late night trysts alike.

But Dammon? He was different.

“I understand, trust me.” He replied, shifting his weight back to give her some space to breathe. “Do you… want me to stay with you?”

She sat up in her bedroll, reaching to hold his hands in her own. “I do, please. I don’t know when I’ll see you again.”

“Oh, it’ll be sooner than you know it, I’m sure.” He smiled, kissing the back of each of her hands.

“I hope so,” she sighed. “Um, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Can… can you just hold me?” she asked sheepishly.

“Your wish is my command.”

Divya shifted in her bedroll, giving Dammon space to lie on his back. As he settled himself on the wool blanket, she rolled to her side, resting her head on his strong, sturdy chest. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling the two of them close together, keeping them warm as a cool breeze blew through their camp.

“Mmm, this feels nice,” she whispered.

“Haven’t had a good night’s rest in a while?”

“Oh, are you kidding? With this bunch? Definitely not!”

She shared with him stories of their journey so far — infiltrating a dungeon of massive spiders, meeting a devil (hells, multiple devils, actually), running into a bugbear rutting an ogre, and even taking down a hag in her own lair.

“We also met this mummy in a crypt named Withers who stays with us in camp,” she continued, “and I think he actually might be a God!”

“You don’t say?” He replied, nearly in disbelief. “Seems like you’ve got quite the party to share your travels with.”

“They sure are… different, but they’re great companions.” She concluded. “Say, have you done a lot of adventuring? At least, before Elturel fell.”

“Can’t say I have, honestly.” He answered. “I’ve spent most of my years working in the forge, getting better and better at my craft.”

“And it’s definitely paid off,” she said, “My colleagues have enjoyed using the weapons you’ve made for us.”

“Really? Well, that’s a surprise, considering the state of my shop.”

“Didn’t you mention having to work with wooden tools?”

“Yes, Gods yes! I don’t know what those damned druid’s were thinking.”

Dammon shared how he had to scavenge for metal, pilfering through the corpses of dead goblins to bring to his little forge. How the forge couldn’t get as hot as he wanted it to be, so he worried that the quality of his weapons he made had declined. And how the elderly human across the way, Auntie Ethel, had made odd passes at him and offered to give him as much metal he would ever want — until one day, she vanished, never stepping foot back in the grove.

As he drabbled on about his time in the grove, he realized that the female tiefling had fallen silent. Turning his head, he saw she was fast asleep in his arms.

Beautiful, even as she sleeps.

“Sleep well, Divya.” He whispers, his lips brushing the tip of her nose as he kissed her one last time before he dozed off.

***

Dammon woke up before the sun has crept over the horizon. As he slowly gained consciousness, he realized that in the night, the two had shifted positions — her back was pressed into his chest, his arm wrapped around her, fingers intertwined. Looking down, he also noticed the tips of their tails were wrapped together.

Carefully, he sat up in the tent, observing Divya as she slept soundly in her bedroll. He watched how her chest rose and fell with every breath she took, the curl of her lashes as they rested perfectly on the top of her cheeks, the way her lips were slightly parted while she slept, how she laid her hand to support her head, even with a pillow underneath…

He wasn't lying to himself when he thought that every part of her was beautiful.

He moved a stray hair from her face, planting a gentle kiss on her temple. She stirred lightly, and Dammon thought up a quick prayer to the Gods above that she wouldn’t wake up in that moment.

"Mmm... Dammon..." she mumbled, a soft smile crossing her face.

In that moment, he could feel her pulling at his heartstrings.

Hells, he didn’t want to leave her, not yet. But Zevlor insisted that the refugees begin their trek Baldur’s Gate as soon as dawn broke. If he didn't make it to the caravan in time, he would get at best an earful from their leader. At worst... he didn't even want to fathom.

But what if this was the last moment he would ever spend with Divya at his side? What if the tieflings didn't make it to the city? What if she was killed before he got to see her again?

I have to fight on, he thought. If not for my future, then for her to be a part of it. And just hope she does the same for me.

He leaned in one last time, pressing a goodbye kiss to her cheek. He wanted to savor this moment, for he didn’t know when he would see her again

"See ya soon, Div."

In the dewy morning fog, Dammon left the party’s campsite and began his journey to Baldur's Gate, to his new start at life. And he hoped that some day, Divya could share it with him.

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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months

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Hello, again. I appreciate your patience in all this, though I'm sure with how busy you are it'll be some time before you even get the chance to get to this.

I've finished the profile for the final OC of one of the side-by-side stories that is currently in the works. For right now, I'm only including profiles of OC that will appear and be plot relevant. So, without further ado, her she is:

Name: Sibelle Born in: 1600’s Died in: 1600’s (age 19) Height: 5’7 (alive) 5’11 (now) Species: Sinner Nickname/s: Belle (only allows Jean to call her that) Likes: Jean, Charlie, nature (plants in particular), reading, dancing, gardening, sewing, campfires, hot baths, any food with blueberries, foggy mornings, thunderstorms, making flower crowns Dislikes: Alastor, change, being alone, alcohol, majority of the industries in Hell, excessive debauchery, causing pain, having too much time on her hands, the Vees (Vox in particular) Sexuality: Bisexual Sins: Manslaughter, Witchcraft Job: N/A Background: Sibelle was born into a coven of witches to the High Priestess. From a young age, she was groomed to take her mother’s place. She studied a great deal of services such as paganism and rituals. One ritual in particular was one she spent years preparing for (or moreso, she was being prepared for). At the age of 18, this ritual was performed under the assumption that Sibelle was inheriting the power of her mother as she had inherited from the earth. Instead, the ritual-gone-wrong ended up absorbing the souls of everyone in the coven, bounding them to Sibelle. Mortified, Sibelle fled and wandered, not knowing what to do after the massacre. Hard as she tried, she couldn’t hold back the overwhelming power dwelling within her. Eventually, she was discovered, captured, and burned at the stake.

It had been no surprise to Sibelle that she had entered Hell after the lives she had taken. Even so, she found a desolate area in Pentagram City and made it her territory. All she had wanted was to be alone, utilizing all of her skills and even developing new ones to keep it that way. One of her most effective powers includes creating illusions which she used to scare away anyone who happened to stray into her dominion. As a result, very few sinners knew of her existence and even fewer interacted with her. The only indication they ever witnessed of her was shockwaves of magical power that would expel from her body on her rampages due to lack of control over it.

And so, after centuries of successfully repelling any trespassers and keeping to herself, one finally managed to slip through and convince her to stay. On an Extermination Day, Jean had stumbled upon her territory and took shelter in order to ride it out. Despite the illusions she displayed, any spells she casted, Sibelle was unable to drive her away. Driven by curiosity and loneliness, the young witch revealed herself and allowed Jean to stay. Throughout that time, the two grew extremely close, sharing stories and enjoying each other’s company. So close, in fact, that Sibelle was convinced that Jean was the perfect candidate to make a soul contract. She had learned that should anyone own another’s soul, they can control them. By that logic, she believed that said owner would be able to curb her meltdowns. It was difficult, however, to find a candidate that she felt she could trust. Eventually, after explaining her reasoning, Sibelle managed to win Jean over and form the deal.

After a few years together, Jean came to her to inform her that she would be leaving for a while. Frightened for her wellbeing and not wanting to be alone again, Sibelle went all out to convince her to stay within the safety of her domain. However, Jean was set in her decision, insisting that she wasn’t leaving forever and that she was determined to free her mother from the Overlord named Vox. Although sad, Sibelle came to accept her decision on the condition that Jean would visit and call on her should she need her. The first few days without her were the most difficult as her illusions that once brought her comfort were no longer enough. This only made her more excited for the times that Jean did visit.

Appearance: Mostly clad in violet, gold, and black. Pastel purple skin. Triangle body shape. Round eyes with black sclera and lilac irises. Wears gowns a majority of the time along with corsets. Her favorite was something Jean had gifted to her: a cold shoulder velvet dress, deep violet and black with gold accents. Straight, waist-length black hair. Sibelle has five wisps that never stray too far from her. Personality: From the beginning, Sibelle was dutiful towards her studies to one day take over her coven as the High Priestess. As such, she didn’t socialize very much aside from performing her duties. She held nature in the highest regard and always attempted to find the beauty in all of it. In her little spare time, she had been brainstorming ways to improve the customs of her coven, to make things better and happier once she took over. All of it was for nothing as the ritual went wrong. Knowing of the power she now held and disliking the idea of causing pain to others, she attempted to hide herself from the world, both on Earth and in Hell.

It was rather difficult having to deal with loneliness in the position she was in, so she created illusions nearly constantly. To keep her mind occupied from what lay beyond her domain and how dangerous she viewed herself to be. And then Jean entered her territory and her life. She was wary as even though Jean looked harmless, she was still a sinner. Sibelle wouldn’t allow her to get close, not even letting her see her, though she let Jean know she was there in her own subtle little ways.

As she begins to reveal more of herself, there are changes in the area surrounding her. It becomes more warm and inviting and the wisps that followed her would become excitable. Even if she didn’t show it, she was happy to have some proper company. Soon enough, the illusions she created for herself were no longer enough for her. A single hug from Jean gave her more joy than any memory of hers from when she was alive. As adverse to change as she is, she does yearn to be where Jean is and live rather than just survive.

Abilities:

Spellcasting

Knowledgeable in basic magic, especially since the hellish energy has increased her power. Pyromancy and nature magic are her favorite. Though the spells are basic, her overall power makes them quite effective, especially in battle.

Teleportation

Illusion Magic

Telekinesis

Smoke Mimicry

Can turn her body entirely into smoke

Habits & Quirks:

She finds that if her mind strays into daydreaming, they would come to live via her illusions. She found this out after creating one of Jean…only for the real Jean to walk in the room in the middle of it.

Sibelle, not interacting with others for so long, still speaks and acts the same as she did in her time alive. After finally interacting with people, she finds herself very insecure about her mannerisms which are quickly extinguished when Jean expresses that she finds it “cute” *blush*

As hard as she tries to understand, the culture shock can overwhelm her and often relies on Jean to help her through the workings of Hell due to her isolation. She is quite adverse to change.

She has a green thumb. As an admirer of nature and its creations, she is particularly fond of the plants and loves using her magic to bring some beauty into the hellscape.

Trivia:

The terms of the deal between Sibelle and Jean were simple:

Sibelle offered her soul, keeping her power to use as she sees fit as long as it doesn’t endanger Jean. She would also be at the call for anything Jean might need as long as Jean doesn’t try to force her to do things against her will.

In exchange, Jean would agree to keep Sibelle company and cannot be away from too very long. She’s also responsible for monitoring Sibelle’s behavior to track how far off she is from going on a rampage, which she will also be responsible for stopping using the power of the owner of her soul.

Sibelle is bicurious, not really giving much thought to romance until spending time with Jean. She often daydreams about things based on what Jean described when coming to terms with her own sexuality.

Sibelle creates illusions of her past as a form of comfort, though she ends up spending unhealthy amounts of time interacting with an environment and people that are not there.

At one time, Alastor “offered” to own her soul under her terms and she outright refused. She refers to him as “The Malevolent One” as she sensed nothing but ill intent coming from him. She will absolutely attack on sight should he place so much as a toe into her domain.

Sibelle has five fiery wisps that surround her all the time. Even she isn’t totally sure what exactly they are aside from the only company she had since arriving in Hell.

The wisps appear to be an extension of Sibelle, having what look vaguely like faces are very expressive (think of the faces in Asmodeus’ mane). If anyone wants to know how Sibelle really feels, all they need to do is look at the wisps.

Despite being in Hell, Sibelle finds herself being summoned to Earth by cultists that discover the ways of her former coven and wish for power, only for the ritual-gone-wrong to absorb those souls as well. Jean finds herself cursed and trapped as a result as she has no choice in the matter. This occurs every decade or so.

With these rituals making her stronger, Sibelle does in fact have the potential to become an Overlord, though she never had a desire to do so.

BBY LIVES IN A FANTASY AND HONESTLY SAME

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edalynn · 6 months

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since annoying hexsquad artists who draw unnecessarily h/l is often mentioned here, your blog was subsequently the first one i thought to go to after literally just now seeing an example where the artist drew a scene of them all + vee were sitting around a campfire during the TTT era - you can prominently see hunter and willow cuddling close and taking up 1/3 of the picture while - get this - luz and amity were *only* included and shown via the backs of their heads in the bottom right corner. talented artist too. at least gus was featured with an important role of telling spooky stories.

not gonna name & shame but. lol. lmao.

JEEESUS C H R I S T. Good fucking GOD. I don't understand how artists like that aren't embarrassed of sidelining and under-representing the wlw ship that's actually canon and what the show was about in the first place. Like how are you not ashamed of taking a show clearly for queer youth and making it all about your non-canon straight ship? I don't understand why people like that even liked the show in the first place instead of creating fanworks and being interested in the millions of other fanbases that are specifically for them.

#& i s2g if someone comes after me for saying straight ship. yes hunter is canonically bi its shown in show #willow is NOT canonically pan. dana said herself that was HER headcanon. & that if its not shown in show its ONLY a headcanon and everyone-#could headcanon whatever they want. because it cant be canon as it was said after the finale and outside of show canon #taako talks #asks #anons #toh #the owl house #huntl0w negative

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ereardon · 1 year

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I stuffed up my typing. I meant what sort of voicemail would a drunk Vee leave Jake if she’s had a few drinks and she desperately can’t find Jakes flannel to sleep in? Maybe pre together? Would she demand another ASAP, threaten to borrow one off Javy as a joke or say she can’t sleep when she can’t smell him? What do you think? Any excuse for Jake to hear a less censored Peach.

Waiting for next chapter has me 🫠 fake dating, yes please!!!!!!

Hah no I probably read it wrong!

OK I get the prompt now. This is a good one! Yesss the next chapter is going to be good there's a lot going on! I'm hoping to have it up tonight my time! xx

Seresin, where are you? Actually scratch that, I don't care where you are. I just want you to know that I came home and your stupid flannel is missing and I'll kill you if you ever bring it up but I sleep in it sometimes and I can't find it and I'm annoyed because I want to go to sleep but I can't. Has anyone ever told you that you smell like a campfire? How is that even freaking possible? Do you just stand over a bonfire every day wearing all of the shirts you own so everything smells like summer all the time? Anyway, I'm drunk and rambling but I want you to know that you owe me a new flannel.

#above the fold

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vintageghoststories · 1 year

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Have to go pick up my sister buuuut

5. What’s their most useless, weirdest, or least marketable skill?

26. What’s one topic they could never get tired of researching or learning about?

41. What do other people love most about them?

<3 idk your OCs answer as you please (omg that rhymes)

5. okok so im gonna do blair for this one bc shes butch and just.knows how to do random things.shes the type of person youd call if ur tire popped or if u needed a list of what to bring on a camping trip or if u needed firewood .etc etc. however i think her most useless skill is probably how she can recognize most forest animal calls n what they mean <33

26. SO.theo is silly n goody n im deciding i'll do him for this one, one topic she could never get tired of is local supernatural happenings/spooky stories. he both needs to know the truth of what actually happened but also how that could affect people and some of the local legends[he loves learning the history of her town but specifically how that plays into the supernatural, whether said supernatural is real or just a story that the old folks tell at the campfire

41. okokok im gonna do all of the lads from my story im working on<33 so : blair = selflessness/how deeply she cares abt ppl. theo= her drive towards knowledge even if it could kill him. nicolas = how protective he is+funny. vee = how hard they r trying to be better

#asks<333 #thank u!!!!!

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part two of riverdale info dump (part one)

the core four are over for dinner and fake thornhill then penelope sends them on some missions where archie fights a bear, bee and vee drink poison and are slowly dying and jughead fights chic (imposter brother) for role of game master. betty must shoot her father to survive and she does. after surviving the night they escape the forest and are all traumatized even more. lovely. they talk in pops and with the clashing of milkshakes, we see a flash to spring of next year. around a campfire stand archie betty and veronica in their underwear covered in blood, throwing a bloody crown beanie in a fire. jughead is dead. how? thats yet to be revealed. a few months pass, summer ends and archies dad dies due to the passing of his actor. its a very heartfelt episode and its very well done but stuff goes to shit again. but good things are going for jughead! hes at a preppy school for his writing, attending with a bret weston wallis and donna sweett, who are besties and writers. also mentionable bettys real brother comes to town and guess what, hes also jugheads brother, while bugheads parents are dating. its basically incest but no one talks about it. jugheads class has a competition for ghostwriter and surprise! he gets it and a yale scholarship! thats so good for him, his loved ones congratulate. expect for the fact that it gets him killed. killed dead. bee vee and arch are all so sad, so sad that betty and archie get together! uh oh, it ignites old flames and jugheads not actually dead hes faking his death to prove the legend of stonewall prep. jughead besting death 2/? gifset. barchie cheat on their current partners and bughead and varchie break up around graduation time, which archie is too dumb to be able to do (he didnt have enough time to study with all his running away). 7, yes 7, years later, they meet up again. veronica is married to some guy named chad gekko. betty works for the fbi. archie just got back from fighting in ww1, a 4 year war. jughead published a book but at the cost of becoming and drunk. either way its a very lowkey interaction. jughead gets a job at pops and works with the new tabitha tate and they talk about the mothmen a lot. hm. what could that be? flames are kindled, couples get back and break up and its all a mess but before the season 5a finale we have betty and archie: fucking. archie and veronica: something is there. gay kevin and fangs: having tonis baby. jughead and tabitha: pining and a little kissing and handcuffs. chic and real half brother (charles) are actually gay criminals for each other so they try and kill betty after making her wed them. we get a hiram centric episode and the fans go wild. its only an episode tho, cause cheryl is starting a church to worship her dead brother. the mothmen are actually blossoms who incest incest and um. yeah. anyway pops blows up and they drive hiram out of town as his actor sadly leaves riverdale. hiram is not hiram forever. then archies house blows up and interrupts more barchie sex. now we’re in rivervale? and who is this jughead serling fellow showing us around town? most stuff is similar except the town sacrifices archie to the gods of the forest and no beta he die like jesus on the cross. more horrors haunt the town like the hot british devil, la llrona, and a history lesson on cheryls gay ancestors who is all one ancestor: abigal blossom. now archies alive again. yippee! jughead sees a dead jughead questions rivervale as she knows it and looks up on parallel universes. when archie is revealed as a killer (evil era) betty kills him and her and jughead make out with a bomb under the bed to try and destroy vale. twist tho. remember jughead serling. hes backkkk. he stops the make out ses and tells jughead vale to lock himself in a fuck bunker and write forever or else dale and vale die. by jughead have fun! dying is so fun tho you become a comic character with endless burgers at pops in heaven!

oh my god I need to make a part three of this. for just season 6b. that should be so fun

#riverdale #I missed a lot of fun plot points too

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darkmatter-nebula · 2 years

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Colli has s’mores with his siblings and friends.

Hi! Thank you for the request!

Drabble: The Sweet Campfire Snack

It was a nice evening in Gravesfield. The Clawthorne-Noceda siblings and their friends were sitting at a campfire. Colli had ignited it with his magic. "Wow! Blue flames with tiny stars! This is so incredible beautiful, Moondrop!" Boscha said, clearly in awe. The celestial boy smiled sweetly at his friend.

A little later, Luz introduced everyone to a snack called s'mores. As soon as Colli took the first bite, his eyes practically began to sparkle! Hunter couldn't help but smile about his little brother's adorable expression. The blonde boy put an arm around Colli's shoulder and gave him a little hug. "Awwww!" Willow was cooing.

Amity and her siblings smiled too. King fell asleep on Luz' lap. Gus joined Colli and Hunter's hug. "The Human Realm is pretty cool!" Mattholomule spoke up. "I couldn't agree more, Matty!" Colli said. "It really is!" Vee chimed in.

The End

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thecampfirestory · 2 years

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pov u asked for their special interests

#campfire art #campfire!dee #campfire!vee

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haysgrove · 1 month

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oh, vee campfire....

oh vee campfire!!!

#ask

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theolddivorcedzukka · 2 years

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HIIIO VEE HOW ARE U :3C

you are the meadow I picture to clear my head. you are blues and pinks and purples swirled together in a tie dye of affection. you are cabins and early summer and campfires. you're the first dandelion to bloom, the first finger of peace. youre the willow tree by the river❤️

hi!!! sorry for not answering earlier but this is so 💕💞💗💗💕 i don’t have anything to say except “ough” and “i screenshotted this like five times and added it to my ‘faves’ album”

i’ve been good!! just did my nails rn hru?? :]

#asks #dyklopces #fave

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sapphireravensworld · 2 months

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HH Character Bio: Sibelle

Name: Sibelle

Born in : 1600’s

Died in : 1600’s (age 19)

Height : 5’7 (alive) 5’11 (now)

Species : Sinner

Nickname/s: Belle (only allows Jean to call her that)

Likes : Jean, Charlie, nature (plants in particular), reading, dancing, gardening, sewing, campfires, hot baths, any food with blueberries, foggy mornings, thunderstorms, making flower crowns

Dislikes : Alastor, change, being alone, alcohol, majority of the industries in Hell, excessive debauchery, causing pain, having too much time on her hands, the Vees (Vox in particular)

Sexuality : Bisexual

Sins : Manslaughter, Witchcraft

Job : N/A

Background: Sibelle was born into a cult to the High Priestess. From a young age, she was groomed to take her mother’s place. She studied a great deal of services such as paganism and rituals. One ritual in particular was one she spent years preparing for (or moreso, she was being prepared for). At the age of 18, this ritual was performed under the assumption that Sibelle was inheriting the power of her mother as she had inherited from the earth. Instead, the ritual-gone-wrong ended up absorbing the souls of everyone in the coven, bounding them to Sibelle. Mortified, Sibelle fled and wandered, not knowing what to do after the massacre. Hard as she tried, she couldn’t hold back the overwhelming power dwelling within her. Eventually, she was discovered, captured, and burned at the stake.

Personality: From the beginning, Sibelle was dutiful towards her studies to one day take over her coven as the High Priestess. As such, she didn’t socialize very much aside from performing her duties. She held nature in the highest regard and always attempted to find the beauty in all of it. In her little spare time, she had been brainstorming ways to improve the customs of her coven, to make things better and happier once she took over. All of it was for nothing as the ritual went wrong. Knowing of the power she now held and disliking the idea of causing pain to others, she attempted to hide herself from the world, both on Earth and in Hell.

Abilities & Skills:

Immortality: like all sinners, Sibelle cannot die by any other means but by angelic weapons.

Spellcasting: knowledgeable in basic magic, especially since the hellish energy has increased her power. Pyromancy and nature magic are her favorite. Though the spells are basic, her overall power makes them quite effective, especially in battle.

Teleportation

Illusion Magic: can create and control illusions. It’s powerful enough that it can affect the senses of those within it with touch being the exception.

Telekinesis

Smoke Mimicry: Can turn her body entirely into smoke. Her body can also break apart and merge back together.

Habits & Quirks:

She finds that if her mind wanders into daydreaming, they would come to life via her illusions. She found this out after creating one of Jean…only for the real Jean to walk in the room in the middle of it.

As hard as she tries to understand, the culture shock can overwhelm her and often relies on Jean to help her through the workings of Hell due to her isolation. She is quite adverse to change.

She has a green thumb. As an admirer of nature and its creations, she is particularly fond of the plants and loves using her magic to bring some beauty into the hellscape.

Trivia:

The terms of the deal between Sibelle and Jean were simple:

Sibelle creates illusions of her past as a form of comfort, though she ends up spending unhealthy amounts of time interacting with an environment and people that are not there.

Sibelle has five fiery wisps that surround her all the times. Even she isn’t totally sure what exactly they are aside from the only company she had since arriving in Hell.

With these rituals making her stronger, Sibelle did in fact have the potential to become an Overlord, though she never had a desire to do so.

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