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nightdrawz · 7 months

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May I kindly request with upmost respect that you please draw yellow x blue?

My soul would be forever in your dept if you could do so.

Kind regards,

Yellow x Blue enjoyer.

YES A MILLION TIMEZ!

I will never shut up about them ⸜(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)⸝

#THEY ARE SUCH CUTIE PATOOTIES!!#PLS SEND MORE REQUESTS AB THEM :3 #or ideas/prompts :p #alan becker #animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft #ava fanart #avm fanart #ava blue #avm blue #ava yellow #avm yellow #yellow x blue #my art #art #artists on tumblr #art requests #nightdrawz

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promptful · 2 years

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70 Taunting Enemies Prompts

Remember, requests are open.

WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, CURSING, MENTION OF BLOOD. MENTION OF A GUN.

DIALOGUE:

TAUNTER:

1) “Is that really all you got?”

2) “Come on, you can do better than that.”

3) “I’m not even sweating yet.”

4) “Think I broke more of a sweat petting my cat than I did fighting you.”

5) “I’m sure you can hit me if you try hard enough. I believe in you.”

6) “So close.”

7) “You’re… boring me.”

8) “I expected more.”

9) “Why couldn’t the cops deal with you?”

10) “Oh, no.” (said really sarcastically)

11) “I’m sooo scared.”

12) “Honestly, if you weren’t threatening actual lives, you’d be more of a nuisance, really.”

13) “This is what I was called for? You?”

14) “What… is this?”

15) “Do you want me to slow down for you?”

16) “If it makes you feel better, I’ll let you get a hit in.”

17) “This is stupid. Goodnight.”

18) “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be good enough to beat me one day.”

19) “Come and get it.”

20) “That actually hurt. Wow.”

21) “Compared to my usual crowd, you’re nothing.”

22) “Get out of my way.”

23) “Move.”

24) “Having fun?”

25) “Aw, you’re not hurt already, are you?”

26) “I was just playing. Surely you can take more.”

27) “Oh my, is that blood? Just from that?”

RESPONDING

28) “You have to get through me!”

29) “Shut up!”

30) “I can keep going.”

31) “This— this is nothing.”

32) “I’ll make you regret saying that!”

33) “Then let me make this a little more challenging!”

34) “Of course it hurts, dipshit.”

35) “You should be scared.”

36) “Stop— stop taunting me!”

37) “Fun? Fun? Don’t insult me.”

38) “I’ll show you better!”

39) “I can’t stand you.”

40) “Get out of my way!”

41) “Over my dead body!”

42) “I won’t let you get to them.”

43) “I’ll make sure you can’t hurt anybody else.”

44) “Over my grave, you bastard.”

45) “Dammit, all right, here we go!”

46) “I’ll take you down if it’s the last thing I do.”

47) “If I can’t take you down, I will never forgive myself.”

48) “Try and move me, I dare you!”

49) “You’re gonna regret that!”

50) “You want to see what I can do?”

51) “You’re nothing.”

52) “Keep taunting me and see what happens.”

53) “I’ll give you one chance, walk away.”

54) “Fine, I guess we’re doing this.”

55) “Y’know, talking during fighting isn’t very professional!”

SCENARIOS

56) You have a stupid smirk on your face, and I’m just trying to be serious. Why are you like this? Can we fight already?

57) Why are you taunting me? Stop— stop dancing. We’re in the middle of a fight.

58) When the cops/superhero/my friend told me what you were doing, I wanted to stay in bed. And now that I’m here, I’m thinking that maybe I should have.

59) Is that bomb fake or real. I can never tell with you.

60) I’m bleeding from your knife/kicks/punches, but I’m not gonna stop fighting until you’re finally taken down.

61) Every time you taunt me, I see red, and you know this. I should be stronger, but I’m not.

62) I won’t let you hurt the people I love. Not while I’m still breathing.

63) You notice that I’m breathing heavy, and you just keep smirking. I— I can keep going. I can.

64) We used to be friends, what happened to us? Why do we always have to fight?

65) If you’d just put that gun/remote/knife, we could go home, y’know? We don’t have to keep fighting.

66) You’re not fighting like you used to, what happened?

67) This is pathetic and a waste of my time, you’re in my way.

68) You’ve gotten weaker, I can’t help but let a smirk cross my lips, this is almost… funny.

You stumble against the wall with half-lidded eyes. It’d be so easy to just stroll by you, but for some reason, I can’t help but keep taunting you.

69) You hate me. I hate you. Yet, taunting you is one of my favorite things to do.

#writing prompt #otp prompts #prompt list #story prompt #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #rp starters #dialogue prompt #fanfiction prompts #writeblr #writing ideas #creative writing #writing inspiration #writer things #writers of tumblr #writing #story ideas #prompt #p.

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daeyumi · 6 months

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Sidequesting 🏞️🎨✏️

[Linktober 2022 Day 22: Npc]

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writingpromptsworld · 3 months

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Prompt #59

(Pathetic villain x confident hero👀)

“You know…you’re pretty pathetic.” The hero said, as they bandaged their wounded hand, ready to fight. The villain’s eyebrows perked up, they eyed the wound on the hero’s arm before meeting their eyes.

“Excuse me?” They said, a little sharply, their eyes narrowing. They took a few steps forward to the hero.

The hero chuckled. “You are, villain.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You follow me, you make sure I don’t go on dates with other people, you make sure that I eat and sleep. And make sure that I’m safe. You know…I’m not a baby.” The hero mused, their eyes tumbling, and their mouth drawn up into a smile.

“Well, what does that have to do with me being pathetic?” The villain asked, frowning. Their lips turned upside down in confusion. They were so so adorable, the hero thought. And so so wrong.

“It’s pathetic that you think all of those things are going to make me yours. That I would stop having a normal life and be with you.” The hero revealed, glancing up. Their smile was gone, leaving a cold expression, and even colder eyes.

The villain didn’t move, it was as if their world stopped. Their time faltered, and their breath slowed, almost to a degree to where they struggled to breathe properly. This revelation…was not what they wanted. Not what they expected. No. That couldn’t happen. They wouldn’t let it happen. They wouldn’t let the hero slip through their fingers. They were theirs.

They glanced up, their eyes horrified at hero’s words. The hero came forward, their hands behind their back, with a blank yet smug expression on their face. It was as if they knew just what kind of effect they had on the villain. They stopped inches away.

“You will be with me. You belong to me.” The villain defended angrily like a child not wanting to let go of their favorite toy. The hero shook their head. The villain fumed even more. “No…No, you’re going to be with me. We’ll be together forever. You can’t possibly do this to me!”

The hero only perked their eyebrows up, amused. They don’t say anything for a while, making the villain even more anxious and furious. The hero spoke up after a moment: “You know…the first time we fought, I could see you falling. Not only from that building but also for me. I was delighted, because then I knew I could make the strongest villain fall to their knees for me with a snap of my fingers. You were so easy. And I used that to save thousands, if not millions.” The hero finished, their voice carrying hints of pride that the villain could pick out.

The villain’s head was heavy with the realization, confusion, and so much sadness and rage. They fainted.

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shares-a-vest · 9 months

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'Lucky Guy'

@steddiemicrofic 🍰🍰🍰 < me sending you virtual slices of cake for the glorious offerings this month's prompt has brought so far.

August Prompt: 'Cake' Word Count: 311 | Rating: T | cw: Steve is really drunk but just being an annoying chatty-cathy.

“Eds... E-Eddie...” Steve croaks, speaking directly into his ear as he lays tucked in behind him, “I’s juz goin’ downstairsss for someofmybirthdaycake!”

He moves to swing his leg over but Eddie swats at him, groaning in frustration. How is this slurring chatterbox still conscious!

“Think maybe you should sleep off some of that beer before you try for the staircase Birthday Boy,” he whispers, patting his leg, “Had enough trouble getting you up here.”

“Wait!” Steve says clear as day, clamping a hand on Eddie’s own. He can feel Steve lift his head, “Why aren’t you spooning me?”

With great effort – and hindered by Drunk Steve’s jock strength –Eddie turns over and is met with a set of very sad puppy-dog eyes glistening back at him.

He cocks his head to the person snoring like a human garbage disposal behind his boyfriend, “Robin is spooning you, sweetheart.”

She’s holding onto Steve so tight, they look like one big pile of clothes and brown hair.

Steve’s eyes shine bright as he nods to himself, grinning, “Robin totally needs some cake!”

He barely lifts his head before his eyes roll back into his alcohol-filled skull.

“Wha-t’s hap-ing?” Robin rasps, stirring from their communal pillow.

At the sound of her voice, Steve’s lip quivers.

“Rob,” he sniffles, helicopter-kicking at the sheets until he is on his back and almost squishing his platonic soulmate into the mattress in the process.

“I’m just so lucky, Robs…” he hiccups as Robin shuffles around, teetering dangerously close to the edge of the bed.

Miraculously, Steve forces an arm around her – and squeezes Eddie impossibly tight against him too.

“Such a lucky guy,” he continues, humming contentedly as he slowly moves his head from side to side with every word, “I’ve got my boyfriend! And my best friend... And cake! Allonmybir-th... day...”

He fades into a snore.

#drunken dialogue really made the word count fluctuate on this one #i've had like 5 different ideas for this prompt and yet i still chose the sillier one 🤦‍♀️#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #lilys ficlets #steddiemicroficaugust #steve x eddie #robin buckley #platonic with a capital p #lilys microfics

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jamiethebee · 1 month

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A little dp x dc musing (or general ectoplasm shenanigans if the crossover isn't your cup)

Everyone loves the pit rage (ectoplasm) Jason and DC people love grumbling about how that's just Jason, no supernatural meddling. So I propose ectoplasm poisoning (or pit rage or however you wanna spin it) just lowers the threshold for inhibition - it doesn't amplify feelings or create any new ones, it just makes you more likely to act on those feelings/thoughts. Which would of course make someone seem more volatile. Not tons, like it couldn't convince someone to do something, put it'd be like a little nudge in that little hurdle called self control. Nothing major, and easy enough to resist if you're a level headed sort (or an over thinker), but for a kid that was violently murdered, brought back to life, trained, and looking for revenge? Well.... No wonder the duffel bag collected a few heads.

Also!!! A fun thing to explore with Danny and Vlad! Like what self respecting middle aged man enters a prank war with a 14 year old???? Sure adults definitely have "man I'd love the fight this kid" thoughts but most of them don't actually do that?!?!? And Danny has so many moments that result in "dude that's a bad idea please stop no danny uuugh didn't you leave this lesson already???!" . I feel like it's also be a fun way to explore obsessions and ghosts - if you don't have to pay bills and no real reason to /not/ pursue your passion then... Why not?

#dp x dc #its not really a prompt but a little idea to add some variety in the dp x dc world #this would also be fun to explore with danny! if ectoplasm makes it easier to give in to stupid ideas #and would also explain how easily vlad entered a prank war with a 14 year old lmao #danny phantom #i went back and added my dp thoughts to the post but i dont feel like getting rid of the tags :P #the bee talks

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widowpunx · 7 months

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Not a request! This thought has me weak in the knees.Imagine cowboy!Natasha Romanoff X cowboy!Wanda Maximoff both have penises.

They're ranchhands and are tasked with herding some sheep to a new pasture. One night Natasha is asleep and wakes up to her Levi blue jeans undone and Wanda's hand wrapped around her thick cock, stroking her. She freaks out and yells at Wanda "I'm not gay" but can't help the way her body feels, especially her cock while Wanda's lithe fingers stay wrapped around her. Wanda leans forward trying to capture Natashas lips and Nat snaps, pushing her back down against her sleeping bag and wrapping her hand around Wanda's throat. Wanda let's a soft moan slip past her lips and Nat looses it. She takes her hand from Wanda's throat to her jeans and takes them off, bare from the waist down and incredibly painfully hard. She wraps her hand in Wanda's hair and tugs her up and flips her onto her stomach. She then forcefully pulls Wanda's jeans down to her knees, spits in her free hand coating her throbbing cock and slams it into Wanda's asshole. The brunette cries out from the force and Nat grunts and moans at how good it feels to be inside Wanda. She releases Wanda's hair and grips her asscheeks as she mercilessly rams into Wanda's ass "th-this what y-you wanted slut?" She grunts. "H-harder" Wanda begs beneath her. Natasha aggressively pushes Wanda's face against her sleeping bag and all that's heard is grunting, skin slapping and Wanda's cries of pain and pleasure.

Hours later Natasha is laying between Wanda's legs, sucking her cock and moaning at the taste of Wanda's hardness in her mouth "I thought you weren't gay?" Wanda pants "shut the fuck up maximoff." Natasha growls out before she slips and finger into Wanda's ass and continues to deep throat the brunette. 🫣 uhhh anyways, that scene has been going through my mind nonstop for weeks 🤤

I'm not into g!p girl x g!p girl action ... BUT DAMN ANON!!! THAT WAS GOOD AND SO HOT! 🔥🔥🫠🫠🫠

Interesting thoughts you have there...

#natasha romanoff #wandanat #wanda maximoff #dirty prompts #girl penis natasha #g!p natasha #g!p wanda maximoff #anon ask #anonymous #interesting ideas #black widow #scarlet witch

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shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck · 2 months

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i need to stop makeing more aus.../lhj

but anyways i'm planning things. :D

#nightmare sans #found an oldish kind of forgotten au idea from a writeing prompt i found.#it has forcably grabbed my attention with it's talons.#it does not want to be forgotten agian it seems. so yea...#herrings art #probably post the full picture later :P

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nompunhere · 1 year

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You've been staring me down all day. Not that I don't appreciate the attention, but it's... getting a little unnerving. My reading is interrupted a rather loud rumble from your stomach, from your position on the couch. I look up from my book to see you, of course, still looking at me. There's a sort of conflict in your eyes. Consideration, as you eye my curled up form, tucked into my favorite chair.

I offer a nervous smile and speak up. "So, eheh, sounds like we're about ready to get started on lunch-?"

"Get in my belly."

...I must've misheard you. "I- Sorry, what was that?"

"Get. In. My belly."

That low growl hardly sounds like you. I can see saliva building up at the corners of your mouth, your features painted in sharp relief to my eyes as fight-or-flight starts to kick in, involuntarily. It must be evident in my expression, by the way you jerk that piercing gaze off of me so abruptly, bowing your head to run your hands down your face.

Hesitantly, I set the book aside and sit up, tense. "I'm- I'm afraid I.. don't understand?"

You growl again and snap your eyes back up to mine. "It can't wait any longer—I need you in there. Now."

I flinch back and scrabble against the chair as you abruptly stand and start towards me. I can't get my limbs to work right. I don't- what- "What's going on? I-I- W-what are you- you doing?"

"You have no idea how long I've been holding back, do you? For your sake. You'll be fine. But I'm not, and I won't be, not unless you can sate me." You're exceedingly close, now, looming, arms to either side of me and watching my every move with what I now recognize as hunger in your eyes.

Out of panic, my arm flies toward your face, but you catch me by the wrist before it makes contact. The reflexes of a predator, I can only imagine. I tug at it with a whimper, cowering against the back of my seat. I trusted you, but now- now-

"I don't want this either. But this has to happen, before I start actually hunting down strangers. This is the better option. You'll be fine, I promise you. But I need this."

Your growl is the last thing I hear before my world goes dark, and damp, and hot.

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It's... calmer than I expected. No acid, for one thing. Seems you weren't lying about me being alright. ...Physically, at least. The walls shift and knead, but they're strangely passive. You'd gone quiet after, er, eating me, even if your guts hadn't. It took a while for you to come to your senses and reassure me that you truly mean no harm, dragged out of your instinctual post-meal bliss by the sound of my terrified and betrayed sobs. I'd only just calmed down a bit, soothed by the sound of regret and urgency in your voice to make amends, before you succumbed to the urge to nap.

And now, I... don't know what to do. It seems safe enough, at least? So here I sit, hidden away deep within you, listening to your sleeping body's inner workings. All that fear, slipping away into.. boredom? ...Peace, let's call it that.

It's soft, at least. I think the warmth is starting to get to me, bringing with it a deep drowsiness. Maybe this.. isn't so bad. Maybe I can still trust you. Maybe I could, mm, join you, in your.. nap...

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DNI NSFW blogs, blogs that post exclusively hard and/or fatal vore, weight gain blogs, proshippers, TERFs, ace exclusionists, etc.

#soft vore #safe vore #fearplay #prey POV #my writing #extreme cuddling #'don't end the post with pred and prey falling asleep together' challenge FAILED #(again)#may or may not be thinking of making another post using the same prompt #well not a prompt exactly #but I really wanted to use the phrase 'get in my belly' and I had several ideas for it #also eheh heyyyyy haven't make a post like this in a whileeeee heheh w h o o p s #(why am I at almost 500 followers btw. what am I gonna do. I don't have a PLAN-)#(and yes I made sure they're people and not bots)

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fredwkong · 9 months

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Where are your stories? We miss you!😭

(this post will be OOC. If you don't want to see posts like this, block the tag "ooc post")

Aww, thanks! What a good boy <3

There are a few reasons that I haven't posted for a few days. The first is that I posted every day for over 2 weeks and exhausted my horniness for now. It'll be back soon, don't worry.

The other reason is that I have a big writing assignment due in a few weeks in my non-tf life (who can say if it's my real life?). By mid-August, that will be mostly done and I will be back to looking for a job and transforming horny boys for fun. I might come back briefly before then if I get ahead and feel inspired to write some stories.

I won't say exactly when I'll be back to posting regularly, but if you're all very good boys and I have 1000 followers by the time I come back, I'll make sure I do something extra special to celebrate ;)

Have a hot summer <3

#ooc post #answered ask #if you know of any remote writing-related jobs i can apply to send me a link in my pms :P #i'm good at it as you can see #not a story #updates #i won't be answering prompts until i feel inspired again #because i want to make sure you all get transformed in the sexiest ways possible <3 #keep asking if you have fun ideas though!#all fwkong

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promptful · 1 year

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Literally Sleeping Together Prompts

it's cute, lol.

WARNINGS: Suggestive. Nightmares. Parents fighting.

1) We’re sleeping over at a friend’s house, but both the bed and the couch are taken. We end up on the floor in a cocoon of blankets. And, I don’t know how we got here, but I woke up with your chest pressed to my back.

2) Preferring to sleep with the other person even though there’s another bed open.

3) After a “there’s only one bed” kind of event, I slept next to you. But now, my bed seems so empty, and yours seems so comfortable.

4) I’m damn freezing, and I know you run warm. You wouldn’t mind if I…

5) One character falling asleep watching the other’s chest rise and fall—basking in the vulnerability of it all.

6) We’re only halfway through our road trip, and there’s no hotel for miles. Thankfully, the trunk is wide open, and I have a few blankets.

7) This marriage has been nothing but a fake since the start. But we’re staying over at your parent’s home, and they’re expecting us to act like we’re in love… which side of the bed are you, regretfully, taking?

8) I fell asleep on the couch because I’m sick, and it’s the only way I’ve been able to fall asleep. I woke to you sleeping on the floor next to me.

9) Nightmares have been coming and going for me all night, but you offer to watch over me and “keep them away.” I know you’re not going to make it five minutes, but thank you.

10) As a bodyguard, you’ve been posted in my bedroom. Just… come sleep next to me. That way I can be safe, and you can be comfortable. Deal?

11) I may hate your guts, but I’m not going to just leave you here when you’re like that. Roll over.

12) Rain is pouring down the windows, and I have no will to go out. Neither do you, coincidentally. Curled around each other, we fall asleep to the television murmuring.

13) You’ve just come home from work, and are obviously worked up. In an attempt to distract you, I’m running my fingers down your chest, across your belt, down your sides, but you stop me. Embarrassed, you admit you just want to be held, maybe even to fall asleep in my arms. Never be embarrassed about that.

14) “What are we?” you asked, curled around me and buried underneath the sheets. “I don’t know,” I responded, listening to your heart. Do friends usually snuggle until the sun rises over the horizon?

15) The rings underneath your eyes are terrifying. Sit your ass down and go to sleep. And to make sure that you actually sleep, I’ll be right here beside you.

16) All the other hotel rooms are booked, and even though you are my ex, I would rather sleep next to you than a stranger, or even go back out into the snow. Move over, and let’s not talk about it.

17) You’re seriously allergic to the softener the cabin uses on their sheets. Thankfully, I bring my own—let me just move over.

18) I’ll kill your friends for showing you that horror movie with the knowledge that you scare easily, but for now, let me hold you and promise that the monsters underneath the bed don’t exist.

19) My neighbors are partying. Let me sleep over. Please.

20) It’s 2 a.m. but you call, asking if you can sleep over because your parents are fighting. Oh, darling…

#prompt list #writing prompt #writing prompts #writeblr #writing #story prompt #story ideas #cw: suggestive #cw: spicy #tw: nightmares #tw: suggestive #p.

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blackjackkent · 2 months

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random thought, feel free to ignore- but i wonder, considering the similarity in location, if the "selunite enclave outside the city" aylin and isobel mentioned would be hector's monastery in this worldstate?

HOLY SHIT. \o/

Hang on, I need to drop everything and roll with this idea because I love it. You just made my whole evening.

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"Father Enric!"

The young acolyte is breathing hard as he comes to a stop inside the small chapel on the north end of Silverlight Monastery.

Enric, startled from his prayers, looks up with a raised eyebrow, then slowly, painfully shifts himself to his feet. (Age is telling on him, after all these years, despite all the training and discipline to which he has devoted his life.) "Calm yourself, Jakob," he says gently, keeping his voice deliberately calm in the face of the younger man's agitation. "Speak softly and without heat. What is it?"

In truth, he can guess. Another sally by the Absolutists - that terrible cult that has risen from the south. They have made three attacks against the monastery thus far, and the walls have held against their arrows and battering rams-- but not without damage, and not without casualty to the monks and clerics within.

The last attack was only three days ago, he thinks bleakly. We are not ready for another so soon.

But Jakob's news surprises him - it is not that at all.

"Two visitors on the road, Father Abbot, sir," the boy says. He is trying to maintain his composure but failing-- there is fear in his expression, and also a sort of perplexed excitement. "They come alone, but armed. One of them is an aasimar, father, and Brother Lloyd on the wall says that where the moonlight touched her, she glowed like a beacon!"

Enric's eyes widen. He reaches out to put a hand on Jakob's shoulder. "See that they are brought to my office at once. And wake someone in the kitchens."

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An hour or so later, there is a soft knock at his office door.

"Come in." He turns from where he is standing by the window, and finds himself meeting the eyes of a woman some three or four inches taller than he himself.

She puts an arm across her chest, bows respectfully. "In the name of the Lady we both serve, I greet you, Father Abbot," she says gravely.

Her eyes are so pale as to be almost white, and her skin to match, shot through with lines of gold like a piece of mended pottery. The wings at her back would likely stretch the width of the small office if she extended them, but one is furled at her back and the other wrapped around the shoulders of a smaller and rather exhausted-looking human woman, who is leaned up against the aasimar's side as if huddled against a tree in a storm.

"And I you," Enric answers, inclining his head politely. "You are--" He hesitates. "I hope you will forgive the presumption, but I hope my guess is correct. Are you the Dame Aylin that once walked these lands as our lady's right hand?"

She smiles slowly. "I am. It may be told by the moonlight upon my sword and the righteous fire within my heart."

Enric allows himself the briefest flash of pride at the monastery's record-keeping; even to the armor she wears, she looks exactly as the histories describe her. But that pride is almost lost in a much greater wave of emotion that is pure awe, for Dame Aylin (those same histories say) is the daughter of Selune herself. She has not been seen in the flesh for over a century. The last records of her are in letters from Moonrise before that cursed place fell to darkness.

"You honor us with your presence at Silverlight," he says. He starts to kneel, but she shakes her head impatiently, reaches out and takes him by the arm.

"We have come to aid your fight," she says briskly. "For we have seen the darkness of the Absolute face to face, and know the struggle that has set upon you these many weeks. My darling Isobel and I shall be the sword and shield of my mother on your behalf."

The human at Aylin's side -- Isobel? -- smiles wearily. "After a night's rest, I should hope," she murmurs, then adds to Enric, "We have come many leagues in a short time, that we might be of service to you."

Enric's practiced self-control is serving him well here -- but only with difficulty. The urge to simply gape in astonishment at the two new arrivals is considerable. "To stand at your side against this evil is a blessing none of us would have dreamed of," he says softly. "We would gladly accept, and offer you in return all that is ours in sustenance and shelter."

Aylin looks pleased. "A bargain it is, then," she says. Lifting one eyebrow, she studies Enric thoughtfully for a moment. "I see shades of him in you, most certainly - the shades which would have been passed by a lifetime's teaching. I am sure you are the man Hector has often spoken of. Enric of Trielta."

Enric is so startled that for a moment his self-control slips utterly. And though some of the surprise is at hearing this divine creature utter his name, more is for the source she mentions for her knowledge.

"Hector?" he asks. His eyebrows lift in sudden urgent question. "Forgive me-- do you speak of Hector Carlisle?"

Twin smiles flash onto the faces of both women at the name. "She does indeed," Isobel says.

"Hector is alive?" Even Enric himself is a little surprised at the rush of joy that goes through him at the news. "We all thought-- when the attack came upon the city, that terrible ship... we thought he must be dead. He was only in the market long enough to purchase supplies, but he never came back..."

"I can assure you," Aylin says, "Hector has not only climbed from the pit of that ship but triumphed over forces the likes of which we may all fervently hope you can never comprehend. You should be deeply proud to call him brother."

"As I am, and have been, and will be. Moonmaiden be praised... you are truly a bearer of all the best of news."

A flash of something that might be humor goes through the aasimar's eyes. "Should you expect anything else of Dame Aylin?" she says, raising one eyebrow.

"I--" He blinks, stammering uncertainly.

"My love jests," Isobel says, a little dryly. "It is hard to tell sometimes, I know."

Aylin makes a soft snorting noise but does not dispute the statement.

"But what she says of Hector is true," the human goes on. "He saved us both from a deep darkness at Moonrise Towers, after a century of loss, and has gone on to the city to face down the heart of the Absolute. I will not tell you his story while he still remains to perhaps one day tell you himself... but I will say that he speaks of you, of this place, every day-- with loyalty and gratitude."

She hesitates, then adds delicately, "You may, I suspect, not quite recognize him as the man who left, when he returns again."

That is a sobering thought, and Enric has to pause to consider it for a while before answering. "If he has faced the darkness so closely as you say, it would be foolish of me to expect it," he says finally. "But I cannot express how much it gladdens me to hear that he lives. He has been greatly missed, these last months."

He gestures to the chairs in front of his desk. "Please. Sit. I will have food and drink brought, and I hope you will tell me more of what you have seen, and what still lies ahead to do."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #drabble #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #dame aylin #bg3 aylin #bg3 isobel #monk tav #this was such a good idea ahhhhhhhhh #tysm for the message! :D i know it wasn't necessarily meant as a prompt but i took it as one haha #gave enric from my “the center cannot hold” fic a promotion bc it's been like forty years now XD #saved me from coming up with a new name :P #headcanon: maybe in hector's worldstate enric shows up with aylin and isobel at the final battle XD #we'll see if i remember to mention it when we get there

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spaceratprodigy · 5 months

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Thank you for the tags @captastra @darkfire1177 @the-lastcall @hibernationsuit 💖💕

Haven't been working on too much personal art lately so not many new things to share

Have a lil sneaky peeky at these tiny sketches for the next few faith and max smoochy prompts in my ask box tho :]