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becca-e-barnes · 8 months

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Ma’am, you are deviously incredible 🔥 We’re begging for an exploration of him saying “I love you” while fucking her like he doesn’t 🥹

My brain keeps picking up the storyline a few splendidly torturous hours in when her body’s completely spent & quivering & she’s a blubbering mess & that’s when he picks her up & takes his sweet time positioning her so she can limply yet eagerly watch their reflection has he finally gives her… exactly what her twitching body’s been craving. 🥵

I'm so glad you all enjoyed the thought of this as much as I did because I've been dying to expand on it 😵‍💫 (Part 1 here)

I like to imagine by that stage, he's absolutely desperate too though. He's got to feel your sweet little pussy clench and flutter around him, contracting so tight every time you cum that he swears it's going to be the end of him.

He's been too hard for too long, buried inside your body and he swears he's never felt you this wet or this hot before. It's been fucking luxurious, forcing you to cum against his fingers, feeling how your body's natural reaction is to coax him to drain his balls into you but that alone isn’t enough. He needs more than that.

He wouldn't admit it to you but he can't take any more. His balls feel like they're fizzing; overfull and beyond ready to flood your waiting, overstimulated body.

He arranges you gently, laying you on your front because he doesn't trust your trembling arms to support you. "That's it, good girl." He coos, hearing you whimper and sob pathetically because he needs to slip out of you to slide a pillow under your hips.

"You've made such a mess." He groans, taking a second to appreciate the delicious, inviting, slick little cunt he's about to indulge in. "You're dripping, sweetheart. God, I just know there's no way I'm going to be able to pull out."

His huge hands are gripping your hips and with one sharp, brutal thrust, he's back inside you and you both sob pathetically at the feeling of your bodies being joined again. This is exactly what you've needed but you don't have the words to tell him that. All you can do is whine and will your body not to cum again so soon.

"I meant. What I said earlier." He punctuates his sentence with soft groans, drawing back until he almost slips out of you before pounding back in.

He leans forward, tilting your chin up, making sure you can see the way he's fucking you in the mirror at the end of the bed.

"I love you. And I don't want you to forget that." He sounds sincere, one hand trailing up from the small of your back to right between your shoulder blades and then back down again. It feels intimate and tender but all that is forgotten by the very next thrust.

"I love you. But for now, you're just a mindless. Little. Drooling. Breedable. Cunt for me." He slows his thrusts down, determined not to cum so soon but it's going to be difficult to last until he gets the first couple of loads out of the way.

"Baby..." You whimper, feeling the tip of his cock nudge against your sweet spot, making you shake from overstimulation.

"I know sweetheart, I know. It's too much. But you're being so good for me. You're so perfect. How have no idea how you feel. So wet and warm and I can feel you fluttering around my cock. It's like you're trying to squeeze every last drop of cum out of me. Is that what you want? Because angel, I'll keep this delicious cunt stuffed full of load after load until I have nothing left to give you."

His thrusts are punishingly fast, thumping against your raised ass, half chasing his orgasm, half holding it back.

"And when I do, I'll remind you just how much I love you. And the baby I'm going to give you tonight."

With that thought, he can't stop himself from cumming, his dick twitching inside you as he shoots thick ropes of his seed right against your cervix. You're so cock-drunk you can only rut yourself millimetres back and forth but that's all you need to send yourself spiralling into another orgasm that leaves you trembling and sobbing.

"Fuck, you want that as much as I do, don't you?" He kisses the back of your neck, breathing you in while letting the euphoric rush subside. He notices he hasn't softened in the slightest despite such an intense orgasm but he knows he needs to be gentle with you for a moment before he can get any rougher.

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #anon #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #needy!bucky #please no one think this is what a healthy relationship is like #but this really really does something for me #the level of nasty in me for someone who'd say stuff like that is truly endless #I'll be the ✨freakiest ✨wife for someone some day #but for now I've fallen in love with the eviee sendal Doc Martens #and I can't do that #because I know if I get them I'm going to feel way too hot #and that would be dangerous for everyone tbh

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her-midas-touch · 1 month

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freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ you’re under arrest for being so lovely. copy this message to 10 other blogs (only if you want to) that you think are beautiful and deserve it. keep the game going and make others feel beautiful

EVIE HI AHHH TYSMM ✨🫶

(and right back at you hehe)

#asks #lovely moots #eviee ☂️🌊✨

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quotidian-oblivion · 1 year

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Weirdest thing you’ve ever done that failed miserably???????

❤️❤️❤️

MA DUDE.

DID YOU JUST-

YOU DID NOT JUST-

OH GOD.

YOU DID.

YOU DID JUST ASK ME THAT.

I can create a novel for that. It all has happened so many tiiiiiimes! So imma just describe a couple. Thank so much for the ask!!

Nearly all my weird things consist of me trying to impress someone because I am a child who requires an incredible amount of validation.

I wanted to fit in with my newly found friend group so I joined in on them prank calling fast food places. I put on a goofy accent, a Karen voice, but made a big mistake: I was not a theater kid nor a public speaker at the time. Which meant that I was not good at improvisation. I'm both now so it doesn't matter much now, but I was an incredible foolish child back then.

So I called, it was going well, my friends were laughing, my validation bar was off the charts, it was a good experience. I was complaining about my butter chicken not being like my mom's. Or was that someone else? Hold on, was I ranting about how my chicken nugget was missing? Or wait- no- i think I was ordering pizza. Yeah, I think that was it.

Anyway, my friends were laughing at my accent and voice and I yelled "SHUT UP CHILDREN, MOTHER IS TALKING HERE."

Normally that wouldn't be a problem.

But this was little, inexperienced me, and I had just broken character. Without even realizing. And i didn't know how to fix it.

But I was also a very brave dumbass so I pushed. I pushed and kept up the mother charade like a fool until the other person... the guy on the other end of the phone... his voice went quiet. His voice went quiet. Meaning that he was holding in laughter. Meaning that I lost all my resolve.

You know what I did after that?

I said- I said-

"I'm sorry, bye."

Then hung up.

Another instance was when I was the same age of fucking thirteen and I was sheltered and uncultured and generally embarrassing and I saw a meme that had a skeleton in a lab coat holding it open saying "Look at my bone titties" or something and I thought it was funny despite not knowing what it meant and I had a really cool science teacher back then who always loved letting his students show him memes and i wanted in and i showed it to him and he just laughed and said "thats a good one" then went away and when my friend asked what i had showed it to him and i showed it to her and she told me "you're fucking stupid aren't you? do you know what that means?" and i said "no" and she told me and i nearly stabbed myself in the neck with a pencil.

*takes deep breath*

Anywayyyyyyyyy. I'm a much wiser and older person now. And very well versed in the culture of dirty jokes and bad words so i never repeat the mistake again. And I also learnt how to improvise better, so much so that I can confidently crack proper jokes when spontaneously called to the stage during an assembly so. Experiences teach you sumth ig. That's your lesson.

#quotidian asks #quotidian convos #feeling a teeny bit embarrassed #embarrassing moments #thanks for the ask eviee!

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cannibalismyuri · 1 year

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🎁 oh i am So So So late but i am curious so <33 (yes this is for the christmas list ask game) (yes it is almost february) (gifting u a cat plushie jsyk) (ill send pictures)

EVIEE !!! never too late to give evie gifts <3 ok so. i'd give u the world (if i could i would) and also a weird rubik's cube, like not the normal one yknow? this thingy !

(CAT PLUSHIE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SEND PICS ON DISCORD PLSPLSPLSPLS <33)

#sara's asks #evie <3

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celsidebottom · 2 years

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I'M SORRY BUT I SAW YOUR TAGS ON EVIEE'S ART: Zamid epilogue???? ZAMID EPILOGUE? Please please tell me more!

DON'T BE SORRY I WILL ALWAYS TALK ABOUT ZAMID

SO the idea I have is set after the first epilogue so between the 5 and 10 year mark after the Change. Zolf comes to stay with Hamid in Cairo and Hamid is still sort of working on his clothing lines, working for a tailor to learn the ropes, and Zolf is working with some food pantry sort of things and helping out where he can

There are a lot of little moments featuring Harrison Cambell novels, Zolf not letting anyone touch his chair until finally trusting Hamid to help him out, a tipsy dance at a fancy party (including a drunken kiss that they are Real Awkward about when they sober up until they just have to try it again), Hamid crying in a locked room and Zolf waiting outside like the reverse of what they did in Paris after Mr. Ceiling...

And it has some zoscar too I'm not leaving that out because that qpr is real hecking important to me so there are bits with Zolf talking to Wilde about it and after Zolf and Hamid are A Thing Wilde moves with them to Damascus (where Hamid starts school again) so the three of them are living together and eventually will move together to England and the pub for the final epilogue. (Also Hamid asking Wilde if it's okay for him to ask Zolf to marry him and Wilde agrees as long as he gets to officiate lol)

BUT basically it's Zolf and Hamid learning to cope and thrive after the Change and dealing with everything that entails and it turns out that they're at their happiest when they're together, so long as the world isn't falling apart and they don't have to make those kinds of big decisions

#my very own rqg tag #I was going to write this right away as the epilogues were coming out but alas #I got distracted #so the big bang seems as good a time as any to write it #I'm pretty sure I can get 20k out of these nerds lol #thank you for asking me about this I love them so much

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adhduck · 2 years

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How Many Second Chances Will We Get -- Loop 2

Read on AO3 -- with art by eviee and a podfic by tish

CWs: mention of kidnapping and children in danger; canon-typical description of injuries

Grizzop says goodbye again, Azu tries to explain, and Hamid and Sasha do some scouting.

Usually the only things capable of dragging Grizzop into sleep are either exhaustion or a begrudging acceptance that he has to rest for his spells to replenish. Tonight, his adrenaline is miles ahead of exhaustion, and he’s not getting his spells back either way, since they seem to be in an anti-magic cell, so he’s awake when it happens–one moment, he’s squinting into the empty monochrome beyond the bars, and the next, everything is…wrong.

He doesn’t get time to process what wrong means before everything gets worse–there’s a confused, slightly pained cry, and then the whole universe drops out from under his feet. He clutches the hands in his – hands? – and grits his teeth against the sensation of his body being stretched like over-kneaded dough, thin to the point of tearing.

Don’t open your eyes, he tells himself, but Eva did always say he was too curious for his own good, so he looks. Shapes and colors he cannot understand swirl around him, breaking into fractals that break into sharp, abstract points that seem to exist in time but not in space. Above him, inches and miles away, there’s the tip of what might be a finger, and then Grizzop’s eyes unfocus with pain, and a moment later he’s hitting the ground.

“Fuck,” he mutters, which is about all he can manage. His bones are still trying to figure out what size they’re supposed to be, which gives him the rare urge to lay face down for a while, but he pushes that aside and gets to his feet, cataloging if everyone’s okay before he’s even processed who everyone is.

Sasha, Hamid, Azu, Eldarion. But also Hamid’s brother, and Azu’s, and the gnome Sasha seems to know, and—Vesseek.

“Fuck,” he says, with emphasis now. What in Artemis’ name happened?

He checks the surroundings – an empty room with a mosaic on the floor that pricks at his memory – while the others get to their feet. Vesseek is leaning heavily on one leg, nose scrunched in suppressed pain, and Grizzop rushes to their side. “What is it?”

“My bones think they’re liquid,” Vesseek mutters, leaning into him gratefully. “Knee might be fucked up, too. But that’s it.”

Grizzop murmurs a few words and runs his hand gently over Vesseek’s fuzzy ear, watching the healing energy loosen their shoulders and slow their breaths. He lets his hand drift to their cheek for a moment, feeling the warmth of fur and skin as they lean into the touch, then forces himself to pull away. There isn’t time. Not yet.

“What…where are we?” Azu asks, grabbing for Hamid’s hand again.

“It looks like the orgy room,” Grizzop says with a frustrated little huff. “The ancient one, I mean. At least it’s not full of people this time.” He glances at Sasha, but she’s frowning in confusion, gripping her knives and sweeping her eyes between the group and the exit, so he swings his gaze to Eldarion instead. “Can you get us back?”

She looks worse off than the rest of them – accidentally dragging nine other people thousands of years into the past will do that to you, Grizzop supposes – but she straightens and nods, holding her hands out to either side. “Yes. We better not delay, either.”

Azu channels positive energy as they all join hands again, and Grizzop gets the novelty of his body feeling like it has normal bones for about ten seconds before he’s sucked back into the endless, stretching universe.

(He doesn’t open his eyes this time, mostly because Vesseek’s claws dig into his skin like a warning, but also because everything hurts.)

When he does open his eyes, they’re clearly back in modern Rome, which is as relieving as it is frustrating. There isn’t time to dwell on that, though, because across the circle, Eldarion’s eyes roll back and she drops like a stone in a pond.

Azu doesn’t manage to catch the woman before she hits the ground, but it’s only a second or two before she has Eldarion gathered into her arms; she checks for a pulse, nods at the group when she finds one, then scans for injuries. There’s blood trailing from Eldarion’s skull, and her eyelids didn’t fully close when she passed out, leaving a thin line of bloodshot white. Her skin is far too pale.

With a burst of divine pink energy, Eldarion stirs, coughing like she’s been underwater. Instinctively, Grizzop moves to Sasha’s side; she doesn’t acknowledge his presence, too busy staring at the scene before them, but he feels better watching over her anyway.

Now that Eldarion is out of immediate danger, Grizzop draws his bow, figuring he should make sure the rest of them aren’t in danger, too—and immediately sees Einstein, of all people, staring at them twenty feet away, slack-jawed.

“What are you doing here?” Grizzop asks, keeping his grip on the bow tight but not drawing an arrow yet. He recalls what Einstein and Curie had told them yesterday, about imposters wearing their friends’ faces.

“Wow!” Einstein replies, as bright-voiced and oblivious as always. “I can’t believe you made it!”

Grizzop’s free hand twitches. “But we already made it,” he reminds the professor, frowning. “We got here yesterday, remember? Most of us dropped in, and then Eldarion and Azu and Hamid grabbed me and Sasha, and….” He trails off when it’s clear Einstein has absolutely no idea what he’s talking about and turns to the others instead. “Any of you got a clue what the fuck is happening?”

Everyone looks about as confused as Grizzop feels, but Vesseek steps forward anyway, always eager to keep things moving (he fell in love with them for a reason).

“Zop,” they say, slowly, and Grizzop immediately feels on edge. There’s a trace of their Dama voice in even that one word, that careful lilt he used to catch whenever one of the clutch asked where Papa was going. “That hasn’t happened before. We just got out of that weird time pocket, remember? And then we fell into the past, or something like that, and then we got back here.”

A few voices rise in agreement, but Hamid cuts in. “No, wait, I remember yesterday, too. We…we got out, and Einstein was here, but Grizzop and Sasha weren’t, so we got them back, but it meant we lost even more time than everyone else….”

“Oh, zat is very weird,” Einstein says; he seems equal parts nervous and fascinated. “From my perspective, it has been…well, quite a while since I’ve seen any of you.”

“Don’t worry,” Grizzop says, “we already know about the time jump.”

“Time jump?” That’s the younger halfling, peeking out from his spot behind Hamid to squeak in protest. “You mean like- like we skipped a month, or something? Does that mean Ismail is gonna be older than me?” He sounds much more put out by that idea than of losing a month of his life, and Grizzop resists the urge to roll his eyes, or maybe laugh.

Hamid frowns. “So you don’t remember being here before?” His brother shakes his head, and Hamid visibly swallows. “Oh dear.”

“Right,” Grizzop says, because this is getting to be way too much way too fast. “If today is the first time you remember getting popped into Rome with Einstein, raise your hand.”

Einstein and everyone who didn’t go to Japan raise their hands–and, to Grizzop’s mild horror, Sasha.

“You- you don’t remember the first time in Rome?” Grizzop asks her, trying not to be disappointed. He should be glad she doesn’t recall nearly being killed (again), but a small, maybe jealous part of him doesn’t like the idea of her not remembering any of it.

Sasha shakes her head, looking vaguely guilty. “Sorry, mate.” Bi Ming, who’s guarding Sasha’s other side, pats her arm lightly, and she leans into the contact. Grizzop frowns.

It all gets a bit mucky after that. No one has any clue how this memory loss loop thing happened, and there’s not much to do about it either way while they’re in a boarded-up building in Rome, so once the whole infection situation is explained to everyone, they get ready to teleport out, at which point Hamid helpfully brings up that they already know they won’t be staying in Cairo, and should thus head off to find Wilde and continue their mission. It takes some convincing, but Einstein agrees to take them to Japan first and then send who he can over to Cairo, staying with the rest here for the night until he has enough energy for more teleportation.

Vesseek is one of the ones heading to Cairo, and Grizzop knows that’s a good choice – they need to find the clutch, get them to safety – but he still feels the urge to ask Vesseek to come with him anyway. He’s said goodbye so many times; said goodbye yesterday.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that,” Vesseek says, smiling at what is probably a petulant frown on Grizzop’s face. “You’re practically a master of these by now, oh mighty paladin.”

Grizzop rolls his eyes, but pulls Vesseek in his arms all the same. Their ears brush together, smooth against soft, Vesseek’s claws light against his shoulders. He buries his face against their neck.

“Once we figure things out,” he says, muffled, “maybe I can find some work near you and the clutch. Probably gonna have work to do everywhere, right?”

“I imagine so,” Vesseek agrees, though their tone is soft enough to make Grizzop unsure whether he’s being placated There’s a moment of pause, then another, and then Vesseek pulls away, holding him by the shoulders. “Be quick about saving the world, yeah?”

Grizzop nods, then swallows. It occurs to him that the last time he’d talked to Vesseek, they’d had six months to process getting kidnapped; now, they’ve apparently had about five minutes. “You all right? After the kidnapping stuff, I mean.”

Vesseek sighs. “I think so. They weren’t overly cruel, just doing a job. Worst bit was just getting taken.” A pause, like they’re not sure if they should say more or not. “I was at home when it happened. The little ones are okay, I think–or they were, at least, obviously it’s been a long time. But, um…they did see it happen.”

It’s hard not to imagine it: Vesseek, one goblin in their arms and another on their leg, opening the door to find a person twice their size bearing down on them. Struggling to escape a vice-like grip, managing only to wrench their mouth free so they can scream for the little ones to run, and of course they do, because they already know, they have to know, how dangerous it is for goblins–

“Zop.”

Grizzop blinks, realizes his vision is blurred with tears. “I’ll kill the guy,” he snarls, half choking on it, ”if they’re not dead already. I’ll shoot their knees off, and I won’t heal them after, and-”

“Grizzop.” Hands find his face, wiping away tears, and he sees Vesseek giving him a look that’s equal parts fondness and frustration. It’s a very familiar look. “That’s not your job right now. And anyway, I think I get first dibs on the revenge plot here. Maybe the kids, too, if they get any better aim.”

The joke is a bit weak, but it’s Vesseek, so it works. Grizzop snorts, leaning into their touch, and curls his hands around his partner’s with all the tender ferocity he can’t properly express. “All right, all right. I’ll go save the world, and then we’ll see about the knee shooting.”

“Good plan.” They kiss his forehead, then slide their hands up and out of his grip so they can stroke his ears, playing with the piercings they gave him before he left for Prague. A resigned sort of sadness pulls their eyebrows down and together, though their eyes are as fond as ever. “I love you.”

This is what you signed up for, Grizzop tells himself. “Love you, too, ‘Seek.”

Japan is wet. Uselessly, endlessly wet. Even with casting endure elements on each other, and taking cover under the biggest tree they can find without being too conspicuous – not that they’re ever inconspicuous, with Azu’s armor – they’re completely soaked by the time they start talking about what to do next.

“We went to meet Wilde,” Azu tells Sasha, “but there was a trapdoor in the inn. You escaped–” Sasha straightens– “but we ended up in an anti-magic cell. They wanted to keep us there for a week, to prove we didn’t have the infection thing Einstein was talking about.”

“None of ‘em caught me for a whole week?” Sasha asks.

“We were only in there for a night before we…reset,” Azu says. “But you didn’t get caught before then, no. At least as far as we knew.”

Sasha preens a little, in that awkward, folded-up way of hers, just as Hamid’s eyes alight with realization. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot! Sasha, Zolf was there.”

That gets Sasha’s attention. “Zolf was there? Like, at the inn? Or was he in the cell with you?”

“He was working with Wilde,” Hamid explains, eager but nervous, or maybe the other way around. “Has been since not long after we all went missing, actually. He was the one who talked to us while we were in the cell.”

Sasha’s eyebrows furrow, eyes flitting back and forth as she thinks. “Thought he would’ve gotten outta the whole thing, but I guess the world is ending. Be nice to see him, though; I can tell him about how I’m not sorta dead anymore. Oh! And about my new daggers. They didn’t try to take any of your weapons away, did they?”

Belatedly, Grizzop realizes he’s gnashing his teeth hard enough to make his jaw ache. He knows Sasha never seemed to resent Zolf much for leaving, but should she be this excited to see a man who abandoned her while she was dying? Who promised her he’d help?

When was the last time you saw your own clutch, Grizzop? a voice not unlike Eva’s murmurs. The last time you saw Vesseek, before they were taken?

Grizzop growls and shakes the voice away, forcing himself back to the conversation, which has thankfully shifted away from Zolf Fucking Smith.

“Maybe that’s why you don’t remember,” Hamid suggests to Sasha. “Because you weren’t in the anti-magic cell.”

Sasha shrugs. “Maybe, but does that mean we shouldn’t go in the cell, or we should?”

Hamid frowns. “Well, if it does happen again, it’s better for us all to remember it, but if going into the cell is what caused it….”

“But everyone reset,” Grizzop points out, “not just the ones in the cell. Not even just the ones in Japan.”

“That’s right,” Eldarion says, and Grizzop starts a little; he’d forgotten she was here. “I suspect our…time jumping is more connected to planar interference than it is to the cell.”

Azu frowns. “Still, I’d rather we not go back into the cell if there’s any other option. I can’t imagine trying to spend a whole week in there.”

“Could just scope out the place,” Sasha suggests. “If they didn’t catch me once, I bet they won’t catch me now. I’m like an…an eel. In…dark water.”

“And we’ll be sleeping…under the tree, then?” Eldarion asks. She doesn’t quite manage to hide her distaste at the idea.

Azu sighs. “Unless any of us have figured out how to put up a tent.”

With the plan set, everyone describes what they can remember of the inn to Sasha, and, after some back-and-forth, decide to have Hamid go with her, so they can report back if anything happens to the other person.

“I don’t know if the professor told Wilde we’re coming yet,” Hamid says, fiddling with his robe. “If he did, Wilde might already have someone patrolling. Or maybe even just told that innkeeper? He was awfully weird when we came the first time.”

“Yes, he was the one who put us in the room with the trap,” Azu agrees. “Hard to tell if he works for Wilde or is just paid by him, though.”

“Either way, keep your guard up,” Grizzop says. “And be careful.”

Sasha frowns, just a little petulant. “‘M not gonna mess up.”

Dammit. “That’s not- I don’t think you’re gonna mess up. Just…it’s not that important, if you can’t learn every detail. This infection stuff seems bad, don’t want you to…ya know.” He looks at the ground, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. At least he didn’t yell this time. Or cry.

When Sasha doesn’t respond immediately, Grizzop’s curiosity has him glancing back up; she’s watching him, an unreadable expression on her face, eyes equally sharp and soft. One of her hands has drifted to her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, mate,” she says finally, seeming to shake free of her thoughts. “I got this.” She gives a tentative grin to the group at large – it falters a little when her eyes move over Eldarion, but doesn’t drop entirely – and glances at Hamid, who gives an encouraging nod and casts invisibility on himself.

With a final mock salute, Sasha turns and runs off, disappearing into the shadows between one step and the next, just as invisible as her companion.

Sasha comes back four hours later. Hamid isn’t with her.

He was noticed by people in the inn, she explains breathlessly – the spell must’ve worn off, or maybe Wilde’s anti-magic technology is more widespread than just the cell – and was forced to go inside and try to act casual. Sasha managed to sneak in behind him, but couldn’t get into the trap room before he fell.

She looks deeply frustrated about the whole affair, including leaving Hamid behind; Grizzop has the urge to tell her this doesn’t mean she messed up, but knows better. There’s some bickering about what to do next – no one wants to leave Hamid alone in there, but they don’t know how they’d rescue him, and no one’s particularly fond of being in the cell either – before they decide for Eldarion to go and the rest of them to stay.

“It will increase our chances of doing the initial planar jump smoothly if I know it’s coming,” she explains, tucking a stray hair back into her otherwise perfect bun. “So this may actually be a benefit.”

She leaves then, with no goodbye apart from a stiff little bow, her sodden skirts dragging on the ground. No one wishes her luck.

The mood is decidedly tense after that. Azu makes a decent cover to lay over the branches with some things in her bag of holding. Sasha does some knife tricks while Grizzop sharpens her spares along with his arrows. They play some cards, but Grizzop’s heart isn’t in it, and Sasha quickly tires of winning.

The sun sets, though the rain never ceases, and no one moves to lie down or get some sleep. No one comes looking for them, either, which makes Grizzop far more on edge than if they had.

And, finally, when he’s just about ready to risk doing some scouting of the inn himself, Grizzop gets that feeling again–wrongness, then pain, then the universe slowly tearing apart.

And then he forgets.

#rqg #rusty quill gaming #how many second chances will we get #rqg fic #rqgaming #grizzop drik acht amsterdam #sasha rackett #rqg vesseek #hamid saleh haroun al tahan #rqg azu #rqg fanfic

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prim-moth · 1 year

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Ask oc questions? Hell yeah!

Who is your darling baby? Do you have a story that links a group together?

(ps I love your oc designs so much, every time you post them I'm looking at them with stars and hearts in my eyes)

I think my main darling guy is Ivory Gris <33 I love him and Carol, oh my god they are sooo so much!! Besties 4 ever with benefits (THE most darling baby is Butch <33)

Ooh I think for the second question I have Sticks & Stones, a group of 5 friends going on a road trip together and found themselves in a weird town (and tysm eviee 🥺💖 here’s a baby bonus)

#ask #my ocs

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lenaellsi · 3 years

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hamid for the ask game?❤️

thank you eviee!! happy to talk about your lad :D

fear entity: the web! hamid is good at manipulating people, whether through his charisma (he is very aware that others find him adorable, and uses that to his advantage) or through shows of power or wealth. i think hamid at his worst would be a master of using his power over others to force them to do what he wants. a bit brute force for the web, maybe, but the most dangerous spiders don't just spin webs--they bite.

best quality: his loyalty, his commitment to bettering himself, his compassion, his ability to truly feel and express all of his emotions (a rarity in this podcast)

worst quality: hamid has a tendency to decide that he's right and then double down hard. he's got a bit of a temper on him, and while it's clear he tries very hard to be careful and considerate, sometimes he jumps to conclusions and makes very bad decisions based on those conclusions. part of it is that he's still young and learning to curb his first impulse, which i think bryn has done a great job of portraying!

ship them with: azu :) they cute

brotp them with: ALSO AZU, wilde (i love them being petty and fancy together), skraak (though I think that would take a loooong time and a lot of personal growth from hamid first, after what happened at shoin's)

needs to stay away from: zolf, until the end of the world is over and they have a chance to reconcile without being under enormous pressure. also his dad and the meritocrats. no more exposure to warped power structures for you young man

misc. thoughts: oh hamid. he was the first PC i really felt An Emotion for, when he was so terrified at barret's but still took the ring to protect his new friends. he's grown so much through this campaign, and while i still think he has a long way to go in terms of processing his relationship to power (financial, magical, political, and otherwise) I'm so proud of how far he's come. he's a good good lad, even if sometimes i just wanna grab him and shake some sense into him XD

#evieebun125 #rqg #ask meme #thanks!! i love hamid <3

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lucky-numberme · 2 years

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7, 9, and 21?

Eviee! with asks for me?? I am honoured! I kiss your cheek (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

7) Show us a WIP

I can't share any of my fanart WIPs bc they're for events, ALAS. So here's a page from original comic about a person being "haunted" by their former best friend/QPP 👀

9) show us a finished piece right alongside the original sketch

I draw everything on my phone so I usually end up having to delete my original sketches bc I can't use too many layers 😬 BUT I FOUND ONE just for you

21) something you would like to improve on

can I say everything? I want to learn how to digitally paint better, I want to learn more techniques for shading, I want to learn how to work better with light sources, I want to learn how to draw different types of fabric more convincingly, I want to learn how to draw more kinds of faces—

basically, I want to draw better, more inclusive, and more dynamic art faster

Something you're really good at that I admire is consistency in character design! That's something I struggle with in longform comics. like, Your Hamid always looks like Hamid even when elements of his design shift. You draw him from a bunch of angles ina bunch of scenarios and he's always Hamid (And of course, he's also always lovely) It's a very cool skill

#why does sketch Zolf look like he's wearing a diaper? no clue #such is the way of skretches #thank you for asking!#I've been loving looking through your answers so this was a special delight to receive!#itsa me lucky #zolf smith #rqg fanart #rqg zolf

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quicklyannoyedbread · 2 years

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24 & 19? For the retrospective rqg asks :]

hi eviee!!!

since there is no 24 im gonna assume you mean 2 and 4, if you didnt its too late now im going to answer them anyway

2. What has been your favourite relationship to see (well, hear) develop?

I thought this would be harder to answer but its Grizzop and Sasha. Its just them. I love how much they stuck together and yet when listening to Prague you see how much she struggled with accepting him and in the end it was just such an important realtionship. Grizzop sacrificing himself for Sasha will always feel right because of the dynamic they build.

4. Who was your favourite PC, and why was it Sasha? Jk: who was your favourite PC?

*holds a sad grumpy not sea dad up* I just care for him a lot, okay?

19. Can you try to put into words the crushing nostalgia you now feel when you think back to the prologue episodes, and how you felt listening to them for the first time vs how that would feel now?

it hasnt even been that long for me and im already so emotional thinking about them? i first listened to the first episodes after some really stressful days and it gave me a reason to smile and i will always fondly hold the memories of listening to the Bertie the human statue scene on the train and desperatly trying not to laugh out loud. When i listen to them now im remembered to the immedite love i felt for this world, for these characters and i get so emotional thinking about how far theyve come.

Thank you so much!!!

#rqg #rusty quill gaming #rqg asks

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evieebun125 · 1 year

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I've got an oc with no real face claim bc I am horrible at face claims. I'd be interested in getting a comm of it, but I understand if this is too vague/too much work for you

I don't need a face claim to work with, i can work with written descriptions just fine! ☺️

#eviee answers #ask eviee #text post

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hilahorizon · 2 years

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5 & 10 for the retrospective rqg asks? :]

Thanks for the ask eviee! I really appreciate it :D

Rqg retrospective asks

5. Pick a character and make a prediction for their epilogue.

Oooh this is actually kind of hard. The only prediction I have enough confidence in to make is that Wilde will probably be heavily involved in building the new systems of government and finance (which will be democratic and socialist obvs). I think I'm most interested in seeing (and have the least idea about) Hamid's epilogue. Like, I really want to see where Bryn takes him. Hamid has learned and grown so much but he's still so powerful, I wonder what will be his place in the new world.

10. Who was your favourite NPC, and why is it Skraak? There’s no joke here, if it’s not Skraak you’re wrong. (Fine, fine, who was your favourite NPC?)

I really do love Skraak, they're probably my second favorite, but well, it's got to be Wilde for me. I've loved him since the begining, he was just a combination of my favorite tropes: really flirty, very witty and charming and clever, but also a bit dodgy and mysterious. And then Alex went ahead and gave him so much more depth?? Like, he could've been just a funny side charcter that the party likes to shit on and I still would have adored him, but his struggles with responsibility and power and feeling like nothing more than a tool for other people to use, that the only reason people want him around is because he's useful are incredibly interesting. He's just completely shut off and stubborn and has very low self preservation skills but that's what makes him great. He feels like a very complex character, more complex than some PCs in my opinion, with relatively little screen time. Also he is very handsome and very gender.

#rqg #rusty quill gaming #rqg spoilers #rqg ask game

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evie-el-diablo · 3 years

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AN EXPLANATION AS TO WHY I’VE BEEN GONE/RETURNING FROM MY HIATUS

Firstly, I want to apologize. I know there were rp partners and friends whom I just completely disappeared on, and that’s not fair to any of you. I should have popped in from time to time to explain to everyone what was going on in my life, seeing as I owe you all that much and more. You have every right to be upset with me, and I completely understand if you’ve completely lost interest in interacting with me and my character. However, I want to explain what happened and why I suddenly went off the map the way I did, if you’re willing to listen.

My father passed away a few months ago, and it threw me into a very dark pit of depression and suicidal tendencies. Me and my father were very close. He was the main reason why I even started writing to begin with, and he wasn’t just my father, but he was my best friend. When he died, it felt like a part of me died with him. I constantly thought of ending my own life because I wanted to be with him. It was a very hard time and during that time I truly felt alone and lost. I know, I could have and should have told you what had happened, but I was so hurt that I couldn’t even get out of bed most of the time. Like I said, it was very hard and it was the worst wave of depression I’ve ever had. It’s hard to explain, but when he died it felt like I just shut down. Like, I couldn’t function properly anymore, and it lasted a good few months like that until I got the help I needed. Now, I’m in intensive therapy and I’m taking medication, and I’m using writing as a means to cope. I won’t say I’m 100% better, because something like this never really gets better, but I am healing in healthier ways. The process is slow, but it’s not harmful at least.

Furthermore, I’ve come to realize that I’ve been struggling with compulsory heterosexuality for the past 22 years of my life, and that I’ve actually been a lesbian. This realization came with a lot of identity crisis which I’m still slightly struggling with, but I’m happy I’ve found my true self at least. And I know that if he were alive, my father would be proud of me for figuring myself out. I have also been struggling with the fear and anxiety of coming out to my mother, whom is highly religious and homophobic.

So, with all of this being said, I want to emphasize that it was never my intention to ghost anyone. It was never my intention to make anyone feel as if I’d forgotten them or had just started to ignore them. Everyone I rp with and interact with, I deeply cherish and care for all of you, and I want you to know that, if you’ll have me, I’d love to continue rping with you all. Because writing with all of you is not only healing, but it’s also so much fun. And I’m so so sorry if I’ve made any of you think or assume otherwise, because I promise you that’s not the case.

Please feel free to IM me or reach out to me on Discord (Eviee#1706) if you’re interested in plotting, or you can send me some rp memes and asks if you’d like. I’m looking forward to being back in this community, and I’ve missed all of you so much!

@advnterccs @defactomatriarch @therealricksanchezpleasestandup @timeforaction @estivalphoenix @hrtbrkrs (I know there were some people I missed, but I forgot your usernames, I’m so sorry my memory is really bad sometimes-)

#TW family member death mention #TW suicidal thoughts #TW depression #tw identity crisis #tw homophobia mention #comphet mention #❪ ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘʏ; ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇꜱᴛʏ┊❛ Ooc ❜ ❫

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inkheart01 · 3 years

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The Crossover conundrum

Or the DOOM x EFTS crossover nobody but I was interested in

Alternative title: Someone builds a dimensional hole puncher and the first one thru is Doomguy

I'll edit when I have enough brainpower to make words do the pretty thing. Bonapitete. Enjoy. Here's my disaster. adios

The day started like any other, though Calle didn’t know whether to call it day, night, dawn or dusk, or everything and anything in between considering she was floating around in a giant warship in some sector of the galaxy that she had no possible way to pronounce. She took pride in knowing that she was the furthest human away from Earth. No, that was a lie. Last she had checked, Jade was on the other side of the ship. But still, the sentiment was valid.

A rough blow to her shin spurred the young woman out of her stupor. She whipped towards the culprit, who was buried half under a giant ring, deep in the guts of the mechanism. Calle didn’t know what it was and didn’t want to.

Jemma pushed herself out from the behemoth, signing for a helping hand before clambering back under, pale face stained with dirt and mousy hair slick from sweat.

Calle reached towards the nearby mess of supply’s, handing Jemma exactly what she had asked for.

Which meant that moments later, she had front row seats to watch as the girl channelled her inner high schooler and rocket out from under the ring, tossing the literal hand with all the strength and speed of a professional pitcher.

And then she came for Calle, going straight for the talkers ankles as she ran, laughing and crying in mad glee.

Almost lost in the cacophony of joy, the machine beeped loudly, once, twice, three times.

Then it screamed.

Bathing the room in a violent red glow, it sprung to life, gears and cogs churning as it wailed, beeping and flashing in a wild symphony of horror.

The two girls sprung to action, Calle slamming the button to the intercom, screaming over the chaos as Jemma lunged towards the beast, twisting knobs and levers in a mad attempt to silence it. Time seemed to drag on ph so slowly as the two battled against the towering ring, desperate to quell it before the ship tore in half from its quakes.

They almost missed the door shuddering open like a camera, an influx of children and aliens pouring into the room and into action.

Jade was still in her flight suit, and Calle briefly realised that she would have to apologise again. The self-proclaimed pilot never got to fly.

Ian raced to help Jemma with the controls alongside Rochelle and Hunter, the towering aliens orange complexion drowned out by the violent red.

The only one who seemed to sink deeper into the glow was Max, who, alongside Hayley and Bayley and Adam, took up defensive positions around the machine, guns drawn and ready for anything that emerged.

The rest, Calle, Jade, Eviee and Maeve rushed to tear into the machine but were forced back by another shudder.

Which meant that the whole of the Lazarus’ VIP crew had first-class access to the portal swirling with a sickening green, and a metal giant emerging.

Towering and frightening, the human emerged from the portal, shotgun at the ready and so impossibly imposing.

Clad in green armour, the man was a sight.

And then he charged. Far too fast for anything human, he barrelled past Jade, past Ian and Adam. Straight for the triplets standing guard.

Calle cried out a warning, unable to help as the siblings leapt aside, followed closely by the man.

And then, almost in slow motion, the door opened again, revealing the tiny shape of Emily, bathed in light. She stood with her bear clutched tight, eyes wide and searching. “Teddy?”

And the man froze, turning to the six-year-old in shock.

Taking the moment of opportunity, Max lunged, all 11feet and 4inches of alien crashing into the man like a freight train.

But the man was quicker, spinning out of the Rashikk’s way. But he didn’t account for the aliens head-tail.

Quick as a whip, the length shot forward, desperately trying to wrap around his armoured neck, but with little luck. And so Max lunged again, dodging the arm blade and pulling the man to the floor with a strength that anyone who had seen a Rashikk fight, would know was a mere fraction of their might.

And anyone who knew Max, also knew that he was just waiting for an opportunity to unleash hell.

And that presented itself in the armoured man on the floor, who, with startling strength, pushed the alien off and lunged for his Shotgun, the weapon having been knocked aside in the calamity.

But Adam was faster, nimble and quick, he scrabbled for the gun, tossing his rifle to Calle who easily slid into his place, gun aimed at the man and finger on the trigger. Adam slid under the man's arm, gun in hand as the warship lurched.

The armoured man slid, unaccustomed to Vivaane’s piloting, or the alarming nimbleness of the Lazarus, and Max took the opportunity to force the man's helmet off and knocking him out in the process.

Hours later, after the crews buzzing had died down, Captain Kalishnamara strode was not the medical wing, intent on finding out what the incident was this time.

But nothing could prepare her for what she saw when the doors opened.

Eight humans flitted around the room, Emily was perched on Max’s bed, bear in her lap as she laughed at her adopted father's antics. Eviee and Jemma, ever the scientists, were drilling into the half armoured man confined to the room, a dark robot at his side, translating. Jade, Rochelle and Ian were watching, transfixed as the Rashikk triplets tried and failed to beat Adams score for the fastest time to take apart and re-assemble a gun.

And then there was the Askiir, Maeve, the one she trusted the least, who was hovering nervously around Eviee. She had nothing against him personally, but when one gas the ability to manipulate emotions, there will always be a slight distrust, at least in her experience, Eviee seemed fine with the lanky bug.

Jade was the first to notice Kalishnamara and snapped to attention seconds before everyone else, bare the two newcomers, and Emily who was using the wrong hand, but no one held that against her, and if they did, the Lazarus fleet was always ready for a hunt.

“At ease. Alright, I’ll keep it simple. Someone’s already given me the incident report and I’ll get around to it when I have the patience”, Eviee made quick work of translating the Rashikk’s odd symphony of clicks and whistles that made up their spoken language. “All I want to know is if there is a body count”

“Not today”, Bayley answered cheekily, earning a laugh from those in the room that could understand, and leaving the last two to Waugh’s for Eviee translation.

“Good. Let’s keep it that way a little longer”, finally moving from the doorway, she stalked towards the newest members of her VIP crew, noting something peculiar in the way they communicated.

Leaning down as not to be overheard, she motioned to Jemma. “You both speak in the language of hands, yet you cannot understand each other without translations. Why is this?”. Though she was still not fluent in Jemma’s hand language, she understood enough of the basics to cobble together a sentence.

‘Different hand language. Different Home’

“I see. Thank you”. The captain rose to her full height, and the man glared, unknowingly annoyed at feeling oddly small not once, nor twice, but three times since coming through the portal. Was this what everyone else felt when he walked past?

Eviee dutifully translated the aliens oddly melodic language, a strange sound to come from creatures so adept at war.

“On behalf of the Crew and Residents, I welcome you aboard the Lazarus” the robot thanked her, introducing himself and the man. Flynn and Vega. Odd names, but who was she to judge. “I am Captain and Fleet Commander Kalishnamara. But you may call me Lisa. It is a nickname, as I am told.

“You will be regarded as VIP guests while aboard, much like everyone in this room. Please, referring from breaking any of my men why we try to get you home. Now, any questions?”

“Just one actually”, Vega spoke up, “how can you understand them?”

It took Lisa an embarrassingly long time to realise that the robot had been talking to Eviee, who was desperately hiding her laughter from the confused Captain. But still, she managed to pull her source up and reveal the thick golden band around her bicep. “Universal translator. It hurt like hell but is incredibly useful. The downside, both speaking parties have to have one to be able to communicate.”

Flynn turned to look towards Emily, who was squealing as Max and Rochelle bickered.

“What’s the diagnosis doc?”

“You want my diagnosis? Your gonna fuckin die!”

“Don’t worry about her”, Eviee waved off the giants concern. “She doesn’t have one. We’re working on an alternative”

At that same moment, Lisa turned towards Max. “I was told that no major injuries were sustained. Why are you in Ned at?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. The beds are just comfortable”

Lisa sighed as she left the room, muttering about needing a drink. Followed by Jade, Calle, Ian and Adam, the rest of the Chaos club, two aliens, a robot and a confused mountain of a man and a six-year-old and her stuffed bear.

The day ended like any other, in that the Days without Incident board was wiped clean, five new reports were written up, and the crew was abuzz. The only new thing being that the armoury was now locked, indefinitely.

#EFTS #DOOM #God these kids #its a wonder there still fucking alive #Doomguy: Sees child #Also Doomguy: The fuck is you?#G/T #If you squint #Minigiants maybe #my writing #FUCK YEAH EFTS #Escape From The Stars

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