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[dragon-bongs]

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[duckietiewritestoo]

Not My Problem (Jonathan Crane x Doctor! Reader)

I did not know how to end this so you get this weird perfect ending! This chapter was inspired by the events of when Rachel zaps Crane. It's a hard scene to watch as a Jonathan Crane fangirl. 

Warnings: Cheesy....I think

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The horse at my door was breathing fire, exhaling puffs of smoke, making me cough from it. I didn’t even know how it got up the stairs of the apartment, let alone how it was breathing fire. Something happened in the city that caused the water mains and piping to burst. I blamed my landlord for not keeping up to date with anything. I paid him a lot for that. Now smoke that induced nightmares filled my house, I could probably sue him.

What really had my attention was the masked man convulsing on the floor. I guess the horse brought him up to me. I didn’t notice him prior to that, I was busy hallucinating the horse and its flames. The man lying on the ground looked like a dying scarecrow. There was a crackling and a soft smell of fabric being burnt. It smelled like human skin too. I realized something was being zapped like a bug to a light. 

It wasn’t my problem and I didn’t want to deal with it. I knew who it was, I worked for him in Arkham in his medical ward. I rushed over and tore off the electrical wires from whatever tape gun tased Jonathan Crane. It zapped me too, causing me to yelp, and I quickly tossed it to the side, ripping Crane’s mask off his face. He was gasping for air. I delicately turned his face to look at me. His face wasn’t scared. His skin was steaming, not a great sign.

“What the heck happened out there,” I snapped rudely, pulling him by the arm. Jonathan groaned. Now that he was on his feet, I could see his attire, a worn and torn straightjacket that acted like a coat and his work blazer he always wore. His leather boots were scuffed, a rare sight for me. “Actually, what happened to you?” I asked.

“Just help me,” he coughed out. I sighed, rolling my eyes. He managed to utter those words weakly in a hoarse voice that I could barely understand what he was saying. I dragged Jonathan inside of my apartment. He groaned, his head falling limp.

“Can you walk?” I asked. The trip to the couch wasn’t that long but dragging Jonathan just made it harder. 

“(Name), I’ve been electrified, what do you think?” he retorted. I scoffed. Boy, he was rude.

“So you had enough strength to tell me that but you don’t have enough to walk? Tsk, disappointing,” I teased. “C’mon, let’s get you fixed up, you big baby.” I grunted, carrying Crane all the way to the couch where I put him down. He was heavy. I almost started sweating. As I laid him down on the couch, Jonathan groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.  His breathing was heavy. I had to be gentle. “Are you okay?” I whispered. I delicately touched where his wounds were. He flinched. 

“Ow, be gentle!” Jonathan exclaimed. His eyes showed actual concern. I hadn’t seen that before. All I saw were cold blue eyes that loved it when someone was in pain. 

“I’ll try to be,” I muttered. I stuffed pillows behind his head to prop him up. I was a professional medical doctor, I knew what I was doing. We’d have to run water under his burns and there was no way I was keeping him under the sink. “I’ll be back,” I said. I grabbed a pot. Right, no water. I sighed, grabbing a flower vase and taking the dead plant out. I poured the little water I had against his face. Jonathan winced. 

“I asked you to be gentle!” he replied angrily. I huffed.

“Do you want to look handsome or have scars for the rest of your life, huh?” I spat. I frowned. “Not saying you’d be horrible to look at with scars, you’d still be handsome, but they might bother you for the rest of your life. So let me work my magic, Jonathan.” I watched his cheeks become a rosy shade of pink as he went silent. I’d have to run his burns under water for twenty minutes but with the pipes broken, the flower water would have to do.

Luckily, I had gauze bandages used for treating wounds somewhere in the house. Some were even sterile. “Stay here, okay,” I replied, getting up. Jonathan grabbed my hand. I stopped. “What do you need now?”

“It’s not that bad, I can handle myself for now,” he replied. “I don’t have major burns.”

“But you have minor wounds, that still counts for something.”

“I said I can handle it!” Crane tried sitting up. He winced, flinching as he fell back down onto the pillows. I huffed.

“I’ll be back.”

I did come back as promised. I had the bandages and wrapped up Jonathan’s face, making it snug to cover up his burns. He never flinched once while I did. He stayed calm, but I knew he was wanting to flinch and wince. I chuckled. “Do you want a lollipop for being such a calm patient,” I softly asked.

“No, I’m not a child, (Name),” he replied. He looked down, his gaze softening. “But I could use something sweet. Tonight has been…..strange.” I chuckled.

“Yeah, first the pipes burst, I started seeing stuff, a horse that breathed fire approached me, and I helped you,” I replied, putting the supplies away. I sat down on the couch. Jonathan sat up straight. 

“I might have been the root of that problem.”

“I figured, you’re always doing suspicious things in the basement at Arkham. I just didn’t think you’d be getting zapped and nearly getting fried.” Jonathan’s cheeks blushed. I noticed this. He was going off and on with turning red. 

“Are you sick as well?” I asked. I pressed the back of my hand against Jonathan’s cheeks. They started to heat up more. I pulled back. I scoffed, realizing he wasn’t sick. Those wide blue eyes were telling another story. “Don’t you dare tell me you feel something towards me or else I’m throwing you back out into the streets while everyone runs around screaming,” I threatened.

“Then I won’t say anything. Are you always this violent outside of work?” He chuckled, the corners of his lips curling into a cocky smile. 

“No.”

“Then only towards me, I assume?”

“Maybe.” 

“Only towards you,” I teased. “Now rest up, you can stay on the couch tonight. It’s really not my problem on how you got tased and I shouldn’t be so nice, but I am and don’t abuse it. Or I will call the cops and tell them you’re here.” Crane frowned, pleading with big eyes.

“Please, (Name), don’t let them find me,” he begged sarcastically. “I don’t know what I’d do without you if they took me.” I smiled, leaning in. 

“I wouldn’t let them take you, unless you deserve it.” Jonathan pouted and he took my hands. He curled his lower lip. He looked kinda cute like that. I blushed. 

“Would you let them take me?” he asked. 

“No, I wouldn’t.” Jonathan sat up and wrapped his arms around me. I let him. I would’ve fought it, but I let him, and I leaned against him. His hand brushed back my hair. He leaned in close to my ear and I could feel his warm breath tickle my skin.

“Would you like to see my mask?” he whispered.

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[castawaycat]

The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 18- Home Seems So Far Away

Summary: Both Wanda's come to a conclusion on how to get you home, but it seems so far out of reach.

Vision let out an exhausted sigh as he walked out of the boys’ bedroom. He didn’t know how his wife was going to locate where you and America came from.

He gave a small smile to his wife who looked just as exhausted and puzzled as he did. “What a night, huh? Are the girls settled?”

Wanda nodded her head as she walked into her husband's open arms and placed her head on his chest. “America fell asleep on the couch and the little one is fast asleep in the crib. Vision, what are we going to do? It’s odd but the baby seems to know who I am.”

Vision's eyes grew big at Wanda’s statement. “Honey, do you think it’s possible she belongs to a version of yourself in an alternate timeline?”

Wanda gasped as she pulled away as the thought processed. “Vision, my love you’re a genius! Oh, but I don’t know how I would get in contact or find the right Wanda. I’d have to use chaos magic… and I just don’t like what it does to me.” Wanda said as she felt conflicted emotions arise.

“Honey, let’s head to bed. We can figure things out in the morning.” Vision said as he led his wife to the bedroom.

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“Is it possible Y/n is in an alternate timeline?” Carol asked the team of Avengers who were tirelessly trying to locate you.

It took a few minutes for Wanda to process what Carol was proposing to the team. “It’s possible. Y/n has powers but the portal that took her felt different. It didn’t feel like Y/n’s powers that whisked her away.”

Nat stood up and began to pace, “if y/n is on another timeline how the fuck are we going to locate her?” She half shouted as she began to pace even faster. She felt so helpless as she looked at her team who were all worried about her, Wanda, and you. “I’m sorry. I just… I just want to find our little Tiger.”

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Billy and Tommy sat at the kitchen table rubbing their tired eyes.

“Babies are so loud.” Billy said as he let out a loud groan.

Tommy groaned as well, as he put his head in his hands.

America looked just as tired as everyone else. The only one who seemed well rested was you.

You babbled happily when Wanda clipped you into the high chair. You ate the cereal puffs and scrambled eggs that she placed on the tray in front of you.

“Mama!” You squealed as you kicked your feet and stuffed your face.

“We’re going to find your mama, little one.” Vision said as he talked to you. He found you absolutely adorable even though you had woken up several times in the night crying to be fed.

The kids ate their breakfast as they watched cartoons from the living room tv. You babbled happily as you ate your food. Mealtimes always made you happy now that you were fully a little.

Wanda placed a sippy cup full of apple juice and placed it in front of you. “Here, little one. Are you thirsty?” She asked as she watched you drink happily.

Your eyes lit up as you tasted the sweet juice. Your real mama’s didn’t let you normally drink sugary drinks very often. If they did give it to you they normally filled your cup with water as well. You drank your juice so fast that you started to choke a little. Tears began to form as you started to cough.

“Slow down, little one.” Vision said as he saw you sucking down the juice. He moved quickly when he heard you begin to cough. You began to cry as you felt the juice go down the wrong pipe and you found it hard to breathe. Vision patted your back and spoke softly to you.

“It’s alright. You’re okay.” Vision said as he gently swayed back and forth once you had caught your breath.

Wanda felt scared when she heard you begin to cough but felt reassured when her husband jumped into action. She remembered when the boys were toddlers and had a habit of putting things in their mouths. “Is she alright, Vision?”

You laid your head on Vision's chest and let out a shaky sigh as you sniffled. You felt safe in his arms. It was a different type of safety you normally felt with your mama’s. It reminded you of when your uncle Clint or Tony held you.

“She’s perfectly fine. I think she just got excited when she got a taste of the apple juice. Her mama must not give her sweets very often.” He said as continued to gently rub your back.

The kids had all watched you choke and they looked relieved as they saw you relax in Vision’s arms. America walked up to you and patted your back gently as well. “I’m glad she will be okay. Have you found out how to get her back to her family?” America asked.

Wanda bit her lip nervously as she nodded her head. She looked at her boys, “boys why don’t you go give Sparky a walk? It’s about time he has one.” She told more than asked the boys. She didn’t want them to hear about chaotic magic.

Tommy and Billy both groaned as their shoulders dropped, “but mom… we want to hear how you and dad are going to find their parents.” Tommy argued.

“Boys, listen to your mother. Go on and walk Sparkly.” Vision said firmly.

Both boys crossed their arms in defeat and obeyed their parents as they grabbed Sparkly’s leash and walked out the front door.

America turned to face Vision and Wanda, “it’s not going to be easy finding her parents is it?”

Wanda let out a defeated sigh as she sat in front of America, “no, it’s not going to be easy. We think that you and her come from alternate timelines. In order to find the right one I will have to use chaos magic.”

“Is chaos magic bad?” America asked. “It isn’t always bad; but it can be. I don’t like how it makes me feel or who it turns me into; but I’m going to try to find her parents. Speaking of which, what about your parents?” Wanda asked after she explained the details of chaos magic.

America’s head hung low and for the first time she felt tears trickle down her face. “They’re gone. My home. My planet. My mom’s. Everything is gone.” Sobs erupted past her lips as she allowed herself to grieve.

Wanda moved quickly to pull the young girl into her arms. Wanda didn’t know what to say or how to respond. When her parents had died, the words of strangers never gave her any condolences. Sometimes it was just better to hold someone and offer them comfort.

Vision looked down at you asleep in his arms and then looked sadly at America who was grieving in Wanda’s arms, “don’t worry my dears. We will figure things out.”

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[imaginethezeldaverse]

Hello! I hope this ask fond you well!! I'm not exactly new to your blog, but this is my first time hoping to request? Though before that I was just hoping to ask of you'd write for Master Kohga?

i am so whipped for that guy ngl- *cough*

Of course! Master Kohga, as I'm finding out, has charmed his way into the hearts of a lot of people! And I honestly love that for him, he's such a goofball.

I wasn't sure what kind of request you wanted, but I had a little something in mind! Sorry this took so long. Final season is upon me so I've been swamped but I'm almost done!

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"C'mon! C'MON! You said you were gonna be done soon with my surprise!" came the impatient prattling of your superior. His foot tapped away just outside of the kitchen door, a few foot soldiers watching from afar their boss's restlessness. You rolled your eyes as your mittens retrieved the warm delight from the oven before you.

Grateful were you to have such a thing at the Yiga hideout, it seemed as though cooking things was not a strong suit amongst the clan. Not that you felt it was your responsibility...but admittedly you did grow tired of eating banana-centric things all the time - so teaching some of your more eager Yiga clanmates how to cook actual meals proved to be useful. As you set down the baked good on the nearby table, you let the irony of banana being your focus slide off of you, pride settling in instead.

In all of its saccharine glory was the most appetizing banana upside down cake you've ever made: with a layer of browned sugar and sweet caramel glaze over a dense, but rich cake that was sure to have the clan fighting for slices. You were in thought about how long you should wait to let the cake cool before piping on the vanilla whipped cream you'd made, but a pair of hands clapped over your shoulders and immediately moved you to jump.

"YUMMY!" exclaimed Master Kohga, his masked head leaning over your shoulder, "Was this what you had me waiting for?! Ooooh can we cut it now? Please? Please?!"

The Yiga clan leader bounced on his heels with childlike delight, nearly drooling at the mouth beneath his mask at the aroma of the confection wafting through every crevice it could creep through. Allowing your heart to calm down a bit from the sudden fright Master Kohga gave you, you willed your self to let out an exasperated laugh,

"We should probably let it cool first, Master Kohga, sir."

"Oh, what, is it too hot? Don't worry about that, I'll take care of it."

His hands quickly removed themselves from your shoulders, the sound of swift hand movements just behind your ears before a subtle chilly mist blew over your shoulders, the heat of the cake cooling down immediately as soon as a few puffs of the frosty air hit it. Blinking, you quietly took a knife and carved out a piece for your boss, plating it in astonishment at the fact that he thought to so quickly use magic to bring your piping hot dessert to a comfortable, edible temperature.

Clapping, Master Kohga grabbed the plate with excitement, lifting his mask an inconsequential amount, allowing him to shovel the cake into his mouth at a whirlwind pace. Before you even had the opportunity to ask how it was, the plate was shoved into your face,

"Another!" he chirped, still chewing through his last bite.

A new wave of pride soared through you; clearly Master Kohga found your creation delicious, and it filled you with joy to hear his smacks and small, thrilled noises as he ate his second piece.

"Ahhh" he exhaled, adjusting his mask back into place after inhaling his second piece. Master Kohga took occupancy in a nearby seat, leaning back and balancing on the chairs legs, "You know you're my favorite, right?"

The thrum in your chest almost blew your cover of the blush that threatened to creep up on your face. Swiftly you turned to grab some extra plates from your cabinet for your clanmates. Now was not the time for your tiny, miniscule, insignificant crush on your boss to surface. So, with some quick thinking you decided to instead scoff playfully, "How many Yiga soldiers have you said that to, sir?"

But your teasing question wasn't met with the answer you expected. Instead of Master Kohga's jovial laughter of 'being caught' or a defensive 'Hey!'...you were met instead with silence.

"Just you."

You fingers gripped the plates in white-knuckled anxiety, and you turned to your boss who sat upright now. Though it was difficult to often gauge where his eyes were from behind that mask, you were deadly sure they were burning into you right at this moment. The air in your lungs held stagnant, that blush you tried to hold back now wisping across your cheeks and neck.

"I mean it," he continues, "You're my favorite."

Suddenly he's before you, and you realize how much smaller you are compared to his stature when he's not slouching. His hand drapes over yours for a brief moment,

"Wouldn't have any reason to lie about that neither"

Your heart is beating wildly in your chest, blood pumping in your ears as your bewildered expression looked up at the never-changing painted eye of his Yiga mask. Next you knew, Master Kohga had one of the plates in your hands between his fingers, hurling the disc effortlessly toward the kitchen door. It was caught with ease by a footsoldier, who meekly shrunk into himself once he realized he willingly came out of hiding.

"It's rude to eavesdrop you know!" Master Kohga shouted, stomping his foot.

Four other Yiga clansmen appeared next to the first, straightening up at attention for their superior.

"Sir!" one of them spoke, "We're sorry sir, we just...the smell of bananas and sugar was so strong we couldn't help it..."

The sigh Master Kohga let out was akin to a father who had just caught his children stealing cookies from the jar, "Well hurry up then before I decide you don't get any."

A raucous cheer sounded in the kitchen, the soldiers lining up for slices and taking plates carefully from your hands.

You, on the other hand, were still trying to process Master Kohga's words against the sounds of pleased chewing and eager appreciation. When you finally came to your senses you scanned the room to see your Yiga brethren still enjoying their cake and chattering amongst themselves about their day so far.

Master Kohga was nowhere to be seen.

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[mikathemonster]

Idk if I’m doing this right but can u write fluff of some kind with dialogue prompt #1 with Kili x fem!reader? Whatever comes to mind, if not no biggie, thanks sm!!☺️

"a ‘spark’ of an idea"

author's note: this one was actually really fun, considering i decided to use an old WIP to write this! I apologize if the pacing feels a bit rushed, I've been writing while sick with covid :( (based on this post)

Pairing: Kíli / Female Human Reader

Word Count: 1,198

summary: despite being Gandalf’s apprentice, you yourself cannot conjure any magic. but that doesn’t stop you from trying to prove yourself to a certain dwarven prince...

content warnings: fire, sparks, smoking

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“Gandalf, we have a problem.” You said, out of breath from running to hunt down the wizard.

“And I suppose you expect my aid in this issue?” The grey wizard said, blowing smoke from his pipe. Oh, how you wished a puff of the old toby would help you. But alas, this problem was bigger than simple weed from Southfarthing.

“Well yes, that was the idea,” you huffed, sitting next to him as you tried to regain your breath and your composure. You had hoped your mentor would be a little more gracious in your current time of need.

“I know very well of your problem, dear Y/N,” he said. “But it is yours to solve just as it was yours to create.” You groaned at his wisdom. Of course he already knew what you had done, he was a wizard! All wise but ever mischievous, was he. You had learned that well from traveling with him here and there as his apprentice, his aid.

“Then can you at least lend me a branch over here?” You said, a little frustrated. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Another puff came from the old grey man as he blew terrific smoky shapes into the air. “My suggestion is simple,” he said. “Put your foot in front of the other and start walking. No problem was ever solved by laying about and whining.” Rather short than his usual pep talks, but you didn’t have the energy to pry. He must have a lot on his mind, you thought.

And that’s how you found yourself storming in the direction of the forges, intent on requesting backup to help with your plan. Backup, you thought, in the form of a certain toymaker and miner.

You searched the many workstations within Erebor’s grand forges, the heat of the halls causing a heated glow about your face as you desperately worked to seek out the dwarf with twin curled braids.

“Bofur!” You called out, running to catch up with the dwarrow who seemed like he was gathering supplies for his next projects. “Bofur, I need your help. We have a problem.”

“Ah, Y/N,” the older dwarf smiled as he saw you. Always a good day to see a friend, he thought as he stopped what he was doing. “And it’s another Monday, what’s your point?”

You drew in a breath, fiddling with your hands as you swallowed your dignity to explain the situation. “So, I was playing a game with Fíli and Kíli, and we were all taking dares from one another when Kíli dared me to perform magic in front of him.” You said.

“You can do magic?” Bofur asked. You shook your head.

“Not at all!” You said. “But I couldn’t say that in front of them, so I told Kíli that if he met me here tomorrow night, I’d conjure fireworks for him.”

“Why didn’t you just tell the truth, lass?” He said.

“Because!” You whined. “You’re all master crafters and fighters and skilled in practically everything! I wanted to have some sort of special talent.”

“Oh, come now, Y/N,” he said, frowning. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re already quite special yourself, you know?”

“You don’t have to flatter me, you know,” you said, sighing. Bofur shook his head.

“I’m serious! It takes quite a deal of strength to be able to put up with those two,” he grinned, pushing you with his elbow teasingly. “Come, we can talk more in my workshop. It’s a bit stuffy in here, eh?” You nodded silently, following him.

A few twists and turns later through the great bedrock halls led you to Bofur and Bifur’s toyshop, the shelves inside littered with works in progress and completed toys of various types. Bofur set his collection of parts down on a huge table that was covered in scrolls and blueprints before he turned back around to face you, giving you his full attention.

“Now, lass,” he said. “What do you expect me to do to help you?”

You drew a breath, knowing you were going to sound crazy. “Alright, here’s my plan.”

And the stage was set! It took all day yesterday to fully plan it out with Bofur, but you were ready. And quite excited! Gods, you just couldn’t wait to see the look on Kíli’s face when you pulled this off. Now all you needed to do was keep your cool and stick to your script, which you hoped Kíli would goad you into easily.

Soon, he was meeting you at the entrance of the Great Forges, an eager grin on his face as the lights of the fires lit both of your faces. “Y/N, you won’t hold out on me, will you?” He asked with a cheeky smile, and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, of course not! How could I dare to upset you? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make a scene.” And with that, you turned away, quickly walking towards the forges, which were eerily quiet and empty tonight.

Kíli seemed to fall for your trap, raising a brow as he followed after you. “Where are we going?”

“Well you see, my magic is most powerful near fire,” you said, fibbing your ass off as you worried about how effective your plan would be. As soon as the two of you would enter the forge, you knew Bofur would set it in motion.

Kíli seemed to feel satisfied with this answer as he nodded. “I see, fireworks and fire makes sense.”

You nodded as well, glad he took it without question. And soon you both crossed the threshold, you threw your arms in the air, hoping Bofur would see the signal. It was time to begin.

“What are you doing?” Kíli asked, coming up close behind you.

You threw a playful smirk, trying your best not to give away how nervous you were. “I’m just warming up.”

“Then by all means,” he said, taking a step back to give you some space.

And with a big breath, it was time to begin. You rubbed your hands together, creating a warm friction as you kept up this little pretend of yours. You threw your hands up in the air, stretching your arms as high as they could go, and with a large crashing sound, sparks flew everywhere from a balcony high above. A curtain of glowing orange sparks fell on both sides of you, bouncing on the stone floors once or twice before going dimmer and dimmer, and eventually out.

Kíli’s jaw practically fell to the floor, his attention fully transfixed on you as he gazed at you with awestruck eyes. It was so beautiful to see, and so captivatingly shocking that he hadn’t moved the gears in his mind enough to try and figure out what was actually happening. For right above you two, hidden on a balcony, Bofur and Bifur were busy grinding metal as silently as possible to create such sparks as they flew down to where you and Kíli stood.

“By Durin himself,” Kíli said. “I should have never doubted you.”

“Oh, Kíli,” you replied. “The show isn’t over yet.”

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[shirefantasies]

I was a little scared to ask about matchups at first, but I saw the other one you did and I really liked it! My name is Darcy, I’m 5’4, and European. I have shoulder length brown hair with bangs, blue eyes, rigid features, and lots of freckles. I love music, both listening to and playing guitar. I write a lot of poetry in my free time, as well as painting and smoking. I love long walks in the woods and nature in general. Big thunderstorms and sunrise/susnsets are my favorite! Thanks so much for taking the time to read my request!! I love your work!

Well I’m honored you like my style 😌 of course I’ll take the time for you lovely 💕 your match is…

Eomer!

You’re nothing of what Eomer is used to in a woman. The women of Rohan are mild-mannered, severe even, and they know their place, for better or for worse. You, Darcy, are a free spirit. Your stoic features bursting into a wide smile as you strum your guitar and lightness coloring your motions when you reach for a pipe after the show.

Traveling performers were certainly a first in a land falling to peasantry and complacency. Riders fought tooth and nail to preserve the Horse-Lords’ honor and took little time to celebrate…until a group of musicians rolled in and treated them like any other venue. Using a recent victory as an excuse, the men accepted your company, though Eomer rolls his eyes a bit. He can’t help asking if you want anything more out of life than this. You shoot back that you see the world, play your songs, care for very little. In turn, he fires back that it would be of greater right if you did have something to care for. “What, and tie myself down? It would take quite the man to do that. You think you’re the one?” “That is not what I-” “You think I’m some flighty, defenseless whelp, do you?” Taking one more puff of your pipe, you grin. “I wager I could best you in a swordfight.” A chorus of ooooohs rings out from the men, and with another roll of his eyes the blonde marshal shrugs. “Can I, in good conscience, fight you?” “Afraid to lose?” He should have been, for he did. Proving you can defend yourself (and frequently did, having run into quite the number of orc packs in your travels), you grab a tankard and hoist it up, toasting your combatant and giving him a wink.

The next morning, Eomer is surprised to find you strolling peacefully through their pastures, arms extended to feel the rain. “What?” You ask. “Is this not peaceful? I’m holding out that we might have some good thunder and lightning later. And if not, how much more beautifully the flowers will grow.” His eyebrows raise at this. "I cannot say I took you for a nature lover." "Music lovers are often nature lovers, too," you tease him, shaking out your hair, "and isn't there just something magical about the rain?" "Always seemed inconvenient to me." Marching Eomer's way, you rest one hand on your hip, the other accusingly poking a finger to his chest. "You are just determined to be obstinate, are you not, Master Marshal of the Mark?" "It would seem we both are," he replies with a sardonic smile, "what do we do then?" Eomer really needs to learn to expect the unexpected with you, for he doesn't truly expect you to take the bait until your lips are already crashing onto his.

Suddenly he is at your heels, fuming a bit at your smirk as you silently put out your pipe and tune your guitar. "I wrote a poem that may stop your stewing," you tell him. He had followed you all the way backstage again after your saucy little walk of triumph, certainly not to be left standing in some cloudy field, bested. "Very well." Strumming your instrument, you take up a song about one seeing the world, avoiding vexatious feelings...until a recent experience led the subject to realize they'd been putting far too many walls up. In the short time you've known him, you have yet to see the marshal's eyes change so, softening with great care, staring with such thought and longing. "What does that mean?" He asks when you finish. Sighing, you lower your guitar. "I am not entirely certain," a smile creeps onto your lips, "other than that I might need some more time in Rohan. Know anyone who might be entertaining enough to convince me to stay?" "Ah," Eomer chuckles, "I can think of one man."

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[the-griffons-saddlebag]

💎 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺! Pipe of Delicious Smells
Wondrous item, common ___ Smoke from this pipe is normally odorless. While smoking it, you can use an action to exhale a puff of smoke that magically smells like delicious food. You choose what food it smells like, such as a freshly baked pie, stew, or tea. The smell dissipates after a few seconds. ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!

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[masterqwertster]

Hmmm; Ashton, Greater Restoration? :D

This ask

Greater Restoration

You imbue a creature you touch with positive energy to undo a debilitating effect. You can reduce the target’s exhaustion level by one, or end one of the following effects on the target:

One effect that charmed or petrified the target

One curse, including the target’s attunement to a cursed magic item

Any reduction to one of the target’s ability scores

One effect reducing the target’s hit point maximum

They strike and strike and strike until the Bad stops moving.

Look around.

The Good are not being hurt anymore.

He calms. It hurts hurts hurts.

Sounds are made. To him? By him? There are sounds.

And hands. Hands are on them. Hard hands. They trust these hands. Lean into the small, hard Good. It hurts. They will keep the Good safe.

More sounds. More hands. Softer hands. Touch to his face. It hurts. Touch to a place that is and isn't. It hurts? There is sound in the place that is and isn't.

More sounds around him. Sharp sounds. Soft sounds. Sounds, sounds, sounds.

The hard hands return. They are warm now...

Ashton blinks away the haze.

"The fuck?"

"Oh thank goodness!" Fresh Cut Grass exclaims, gently squeezing the hand they have within their grasp. "I wasn't sure that was gonna work."

Ashton pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand, trying to ward off the coming headache. "Seriously, the fuck happened?"

"You got hit with a spell and it scrambled what's left of your brain," Chetney gleely pipes up.

"At least mine isn't losing its ability to function due to age," Ashton fires back and flips the old gnome off, causing him to puff up in indignation.

"It really was bad though, Ashton," Imogen quietly says. "When you weren't responding to anything we said, I went into your mind and... There were no words, just sensation and emotion."

"Well, I'm all better now," Ashton casually reassures her. They don't like people worrying over them when there's nothing to worry about don't like seeing their friends worried.

"Yup!" FCG cheerfully chirps, gently swinging the hand he's still holding. Ashton allows it because it's FCG.

So have a bonus Feeblemind because Greater Restoration needs a reason to be cast. I've wanted to do Ashton getting a stint of Feeblemind anyways, just because some dumb mage thought they could curb Ashton's magic with it. Obviously, it doesn't go so well because barbarian. I'm gonna leave memory restoration to possibly in-campaign.

#MQ&A #critical role #ashton greymoore #bells hells #fcg #imogen temult #MQfic #spell hurt/comfort prompt

[tswwwit]

the idea of dipper and bill having to act as a "normal" white fence suburdan home married couple bc of "blending in with community" to investigate some particular magical phenamone or a cult or a monster or whatever and dipper is suffering, and bill is suffering too but he's also having sick fun with horrid fascination as an insane demon does, and they ask mabel for ideas, they have a barbeque housewarming party-

-wont leave my mind, its been *days*

dipper: this sucks, people live like this???

bill: I KNOW! THIS SUCKS! *fascinated like a watching a trainwreck or natural disaster* AMAZING

Pine Tree shuts the door behind him very quietly. A gentle 'click' as the latch sets in place.

Bill looks up from where he was flipping through the newspaper. He puffs on his pipe - unlit, but hey! It's for the look of things! - and smiles.

"Hello honey!" Bill takes the pipe out of his mouth, bouncing a slipper on his foot. "How was the homeowner's association meeting?"

Pine Tree stares forward. A muscle in his jaw twitches.

Bill hums to himself, and smiles.

Domesticity! Such as it is. That wonderful white-picket fence, no magic, no monsters, and no chaos-

The paper under his hands tears slightly. Bill clears his throat, shuffling the pages. He gives up on the ruse of news-reading - whether or not those nosy assholes across the street are watching - and flips, nonchalant, right to the comics section. He already solved the crossword in his head ten minutes ago.

Easy. He's got this. It's only been, like a couple days. There are way longer cons he's played, and this one isn't the worst!

Besides.

He'll be damned if he breaks before his mortal does.

"I talked to Linda." Pine Tree's voice is flat. He slowly strides over to the window, and draws the curtains shut.

"And?" Bill prompts, sitting up a little more. Man, sapling's got a full thousand yard-gaze going! He watches with fascination.

"She's so glad to see that the," Pine Tree lifts his hands, making finger quotes. "'Non-traditional' couple is so," He swallows, holding down some simmering fury. "'Decent'" Bill's throat jumps, but. Nope, not perfect. The gagging noise still came through. But he nods, very seriously.

Acting.

"And," Pine Tree says, very slowly. Turning towards Bill, equally slow, and deliberate. "Even though she said I could water the lawn, since it's dying, now I can't water the lawn, because it violates some…" His hand clenches to a fist by his side. "Like, contractor agreement thing?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, honey!" Bill exclaims, with a perfect nineteen fifties voice - he's got that in the bag. "I'm sure it'll all work ou-"

"Except," Pine Tree strides in, planting hands on Bill's armchair, and staring him right in the face. "We're also getting fined for every day that the lawn is dead."

Bill can't help it. He snorts, face scrunching up. A full catch-22! Linda's got another thing coming, eventually. Once they track down this monster.

But hey! Bill can understand sadism, and contractual bullshit! If only Pine Tree wasn't around, he'd have made the trap appropriately lethal.

"Aw, rough day, huh?" Bill sets his pipe down, patting his husband on the shoulder. "Don't worry, honey, we'll-"

And Pine Tree yanks him forward. Gripping Bill's smoking jacket so tight that he hauls him nearly out of his chair. Bill blinks.

"If you call me 'honey' again," He mutters. "I'm going to murder you."

Bill can't stop his laugh this time, and as his cute little mortal rattles him back and forth -

Oh thank chaos, Pine Tree's the one broke first.

"Bill? This sucks." Pine Tree insists, teeth gritted. Shaking Bill harder now. He searches for words, he splutters - one hand waves at the air. "How does anyone live like this?"

Ha! Maybe now he gets how great he has it. No bureaucracy ! No trying to hide what you are from jerks who think magic is 'wrong'! No suburban life, no lawncare, and no rules!

Bill's mortal has too many hangups. You can explode any problem if you want to!

Pity he's not willing to do it with Linda.

"Hell if I know!" Bill exclaims, and surges up. He heaves out a breath, scratching at his neck. "Bullshit magical prejudice. Don't worry, kid!" He pats his husband on the back. "We'll get out of here in no time."

The monster that's preying on these mortals can't hide much longer. Once that's solved, Bill's contingency will kick in. And then -

"No, I found the vampire," Pine Tree says, half distracted. Bill does a double-take. What, he didn't mention that first? "I just, uh."

Bill wags a hand. Prompting.

And Pine Tree shrugs. Offering up an awkward smile. He rubs the back of his neck. "I…. kinda rigged her septic tank to blow once we got out of here."

Bill tugs him closer, beaming now. "Now that's a nice move!" He tucks his hands under Pine Tree's arms, but the human squirms away before he can pick him up. "It's what, a vicinity based setup?" A quick nod, and he grins wider. "Clever trick, kid." "I'd... ask if that's too much, but knowing you, it's not." Bill's cute little mortal punches him, adorably, in the stomach.

"Pfft, nah, that's nothing," Bill nudges him, and grins. Pine Tree's not the only guy who's heard some comments. "You should see what I set up for her house."

#Written in about fifteen minutes so sorry for any really dumb shit or typos #Queuing this for later #I'm going to sleep for five years now #Okay it was more like twentyfive if you count some edits #This is only one example but you KNOW they both hated that shit #SO boring #Dipper probably enjoyed the domesticity for like #Eight hours #Until it started weirding him out #And Bill just got FULL into his role #But if Dipper didn't break he was like within six hours of doing so #Less than half a day for full-on stir-crazy demon NEEDING some chaos #Good thing you solved it first Dipper or there wouldn't have been much of a neighborhood after #Arguably a good thing depending on who lived there #Nah they probably had some really nice neighbors nearby who brought them like #A pineapple upsidedown cake and welcomed them warmly #Bill would have spared them/their house because he has a special like for upside down desserts #Also because Dipper would have been mad at him if he hadn't #Neither of these two do well in perfectly suburban environments #Getting bored out of their skulls without some mystery or monsters or drama #The only result would be that one of them would create it #answers #Sorry for the dumb bullshit

[saintgoths]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ

CHAPTER FIVE - THE CLOAKED WOMAN.

WORDS - 3,848.

RATING - G+. [canon-typical violence, mentions of death and stillborn].

SUMMARY - as a newlywed couple, sasuke and sakura visit a tarot reader who reads upon the future of their two unborn twins.

feedback would be appreciated!

previous chapter - chapter four.

Sakura Uchiha, Seven Months into her pregnancy

Midst the time Sakura and Sasuke had travelled the world, the newlywed couple had arrived to a town that had been known for holding its outer worldly magic fare; hand in hand, the duo had entered a tent that had been one of the most popular stops in the Magic Fare, Sakura had begged Sasuke to see a tarot reader and Sasuke had not really been the man to believe in this type of stuff, but when he saw the excitement on Sakura’s face, the dark-haired man had easily given in.

The tent they had entered was large, dim and ominous but the further they had walked down the tent they more they had observed the slightly melted tall candles that densely lighted the area, soon after, the duo had stopped in front of a long and slim black table which had a cloaked old woman sit behind the furniture, when she had felt the couple’s existence she had slowly pulled down her hood to reveal her face to the young couple, her face wrinkled and her eyes glinted with corrupt interest when she had felt the desiring energy of the pregnant woman.

“Welcome,” the lady gently croaked out ere she lifted her smoking pipe and pulled a puff, arbitrary, Sasuke had looked at the woman who had been bold enough to smoke in front a pregnant lady up and down, Sakura had felt just as judgmental as her husband but had decided to take the kinder route.

“Hello,” Sakura kindly smiled before she had tugged Sasuke’s only hand for the two of them to sit down.

“You’ll have to pay before I answer your questions,” the old lady clarified and open to give her the money, Sakura had attempted to pull out her purse but had immediately been stopped by her husband. “845 yen,” the cloaked lady commented and silent, Sasuke had taken out the amount of money the lady had required before she began her skill.

Eerily grateful, the woman had winked at the two and had been humoured at the contrast they had both held. “What do you want the reading to be about?” The cloaked woman questioned and in thought, Sakura had rubbed the swollen baby bump.

“The future of our twin children,” Sakura excitedly replied and interested, the ominous woman had begun to shuffle her cards.

Excited, Sakura had lightly squeezed Sasuke’s paw just as she had watched the display of the woman’s artistry. Moreover, as much as Sasuke had expressed himself to be uninterested his curiosity had slowly grown as single cards fell out of the cloaked woman’s hands. “I’ll begin with the first child,” the elderly woman began, “the Magician, Queen of Pentacles, King of Swords, Page of Swords and Four of Wands.”

Confused, the newlywed couple had tilted their head at the foreign information, but they had remained silent and patiently waited for the older woman to explain what the cards had meant. “This first child will grow to be someone who is very intelligent, very healthy child but she will be unsure about her path.”

Happy with the message, Sakura’s lips twisted into a content smile, softly, she had pulled herself closer to the lady, inquisitive to hear more. “The first twin will be very family-oriented, beautiful, giving and very protective over her family. She’ll be intelligent and very skilled with her inherited powers.”

Furtherly captivated with what the old lady had to say, Sasuke knitted down his eyebrows while the lady had picked up the fallen cards and began to shuffle the thin objects once more. “These next cards will be for the second baby,” and soon after, the Empress, the Lovers and Knight of Cups fell out, and mesmerised, Sakura’s eyes glowed at the artistry of the maturely used pieces of billet until the rest of the cards fell out.

“THE TOWER, DEATH AND THE DEVIL.” The cards read out and briskly, Sakura could feel fear strike her heart, Sakura hadn’t been skilled with the use of cards, but she can tell that what had fell in front of her weren’t good news.

With a complicated look on her face, the cloaked woman’s eyes fell against the cards that had fell out from her shuffling. Yet, reticent, the woman had returned her gaze towards the young couple who were now equally apprehensive with the intel the cloaked woman had.

“The second child…” the woman awkwardly began, “very, very stunning, very beautiful,” she smiled, “but very chaotic if not watched properly,” eventually confident with her reading, the elderly woman had lifted her head up towards Sasuke and Sakura and widely smiled. “This child, will be very powerful, terrifyingly powerful but…she would be this powerful, only if she makes it.”

Startled, Sakura’s eyes widened in confusion. “Makes it?” Sakura hesitatingly whispered.

Strong on her answer, the cloaked woman nodded her head. “Only if she makes it, I feel the second baby’s power and energy already, too much for a little thing to carry, the power will kill the little thing before you could even push her out---”

“Enough!” Sasuke exclaimed, angered by the gruesome details the lady had scared Sakura with, appalled, the tall man had pulled his wife up to her feet and without second thought, the Uchiha man had led the pink-haired pregnant woman out of the tent while the elderly woman shouted behind them.

“If she survives the birth, she won’t survive her younger years!” The lady croaked out, eager for the couple to hear her final words for them.

“So why have you brought me here?” The dark-haired man rudely questioned, currently Naruto had teleported himself out of Konoha to converse with the reticent Uchiha man, the grumpy man distant as ever. “You interrupted my private mission.”

“Hello to you too,” Naruto candidly smiled and without response, the blond-haired man understood that it was him that had to continue the conversation. “She almost died.”

Confused, Sasuke had suddenly turned his sight towards the whiskered man, “Who’s she?” Sasuke questioned as he stood up straight against the large tree his wide back had been leaned against.

“Suiren,” Naruto lowly muttered and confused, Sasuke pulled himself off the tree.

“What happened?” Sasuke questioned; his voice rushed and soon after, Naruto placed his hands together as he readied himself to explain the previous events.

“Her team were sent on a mission to retrieve something back for the Land of the Water, the Water Stone that had been tracked by a group called the Prism, during the mission, Suiren and her team-mate, Raiden got captured and poisoned by them, it affected Suiren more and when she came back Sakura told me she had already looked dead. It scared her, Sasuke, she wants Suiren to take a short break from missions, and at first, I was unsure about it, but now I think it was a good call,” Naruto explained and thoughtful, Sasuke had stared at his feet.

“I’ll check out the Prism Tower,” Sasuke informed, marginally tense by the intel he was informed by his teammate.

Understanding, Naruto had learned his back against one of the tree barks that stood tall in the area they had been. “A team-mate of Suiren said that she burned part of the Prism Tower into crisp.”

“The team-mate being Raiden? Who is the boy?” The father asked and humoured, Naruto’s eyes twinkled.

With a knowing smile on his face, the blue-eyed man crossed his arms. “Raiden comes from the Nakumura clan, the clan that came to live in our village after the war happened, the clan owns the Genjutsu known as the Dekishigan.”

“Humble family, a good one, they’ll give no issues if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Unimpressed by Naruto’s last comment, Sasuke rolled his eyes, yet, acceptive of the information brought to him. “How are Sarada and Sakura?” Sasuke questioned.

“They’re doing okay,” Naruto proudly answered and glad Sasuke beckoned his head.

“It’s for the best for Suiren to not take part in any missions for now,” Sasuke spoke while the shuddering memories of the past crawled back into his mind.

“Suiren will break the rules sooner or later, she’s a fighter and she have your personality,” Naruto smirked and lauded by his comment, Sasuke wrapped his hand around his sword as he readied himself to leave the conversation.

“I’ll go to the land of Water and see what’s going on there,” Sasuke informed and appreciative Naruto lightly thanked him.

Without another word, the man had disappeared without bidding a goodbye, humoured by his usual aloof personality. “Hm, Sasuke, distant as usual.”

The moment Suiren was told her team had been assigned to a new mission for the end of this week, the girl knew she would spend most of her days watching her group train or spending time with Sarada or helping her mother out in the hospital. As much as she had understood why her mother had wanted her to take a mini break, the long-haired girl wanted to train, the Chunin Exams were coming up and Suiren had wanted to be skilled enough to win.

Currently, she had rested her back against a large rock as she had watched Raiden and Akane fight Ren, Suiren had easily noticed that Raiden had pushed his limits within the training, Akane had done so as well, but Raiden had pushed himself furtherly.

When Suiren was in the hospital, and awake, Ren and Akane had visited her, both remorseful that they had left behind Raiden and Suiren in the forest, but Suiren had mentioned that it was okay; Akane had also brought in white flower lilies which Suiren had been taking care of with the help of her mother and sister. On the other hand, Sensei Ren had brought in mochi donuts which were known to be Suiren’s favourite dessert.

Eventually, Ren had informed Akane and Raiden that they could take a break so when the duo had left Sensei Ren, they had immediately joined the grumpy Uchiha. Sat in a triangle formation Akane and Raiden began to drink from their water bottle aware with how crabby Suiren had appeared.

“You, okay?” Raiden asked and grouchy, Suiren had sat up while she had played with her fingers.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, bored, “but everything is so dull now.”

“Is us fighting boring you?” Akane joked and comically, Suiren rolled her eyes.

“You two training is entertaining and I just want to join in,” Suiren explained.

“I’d allow you but I don’t want your mother after me,” Sensei Ren joked just as he sat down next to them after he had neared himself near his students.

Humoured, Suiren rolled her eyes. “Meaning you’re a wuss?”

Entertained, Ren had mocked Suiren’s movements and rolled his eyes while he gestured with his right hand for Akane and Ren to stand back up. “Back to training,” and annoyed the two students had groaned while they had dragged themselves back to their feet.

As the two had walked a comfortable distance to battle each other, Ren had plopped himself next to his bothered student. “Raiden feels the most guilty,” Ren truthfully informed.

“I can tell,” Suiren muttered, “it’s not his fault. Either way, I’m embarrassed that all I did was collapse.”

Bugged, Ren poked Suiren’s body. “That’s not all what you did, like certainly.”

“I was weak,” Suiren commented and by the corner of her eyes, she could see the way her Sensei had shook his head in dispute. “My mother doesn’t want me fighting anymore because I almost died.”

“You were poisoned by an unknown substance that made you that way,” Ren explained while he pulled Suiren into a side-hug, “don’t feel insecure, you’re the strongest little girl I know and you’re my superstar.”

Embarrassed, Suiren had awkwardly smiled at his compliment. “You don’t need to do all this.”

With strife, Ren reticently disagreed with her. “Yes, I do.”

“I know you’re doing it because you know I miss my dad,” Suiren verily pointed out, and it was true, Ren had understood that Suiren had missed Sasuke deeply, thus he took the initiative to be the fatherly energy Suiren had needed. Even though she pretended she did not need one,

Sarada had Iruka Sensei, and Suiren had Ren. Suiren had liked Iruka Sensei, but she liked Ren more and spent more time with him, since Ren was her teacher.

“If me calling you my super star makes you uncomfortable, then I’ll stop,” Ren gently reassured and indifferent, Suiren shrugged her shoulders while she had watched her teammates fight each other.

As she had pulled her legs against her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, silent, Suiren had pressed her chin against her knees. Observant with how she had watched Raiden and Akane had fought with Taijutsu and Ninjutsu, eventually in deep thought, Suiren trailed her dark eyes contra to her Sensei. “I want to make a Jutsu.”

Surprised, Ren sat up, stunned by the girl’s random thought. “Are you ready…for that?” Ren curiously questioned while his voice analytically trailed off.

“I’m sure,” Suiren confidently nodded her head.

Still bewildered, Ren lifted his head as his astonished energy easily transformed into a commodity of emotion that was proud and honoured. “You always surprise me, you know that?” The dark-haired man laughed while he boastfully patted Suiren’s head who had grinned in contentment.

Suiren remembered when uncle Sai had told her and Sarada that their mother used to be a terrible cook, at first the long-haired girl pointed him out to be a liar with the help of her sister, but with the commentary of the other uncles and aunties, the two twins were easily proven that Sai was right, especially due to uncle Naruto’s comments. Even though the two had been upset they didn’t win their petty argument, they ended up laughing about the fact of their mother’s embarrassing cooking past and thanked the Gods that they live with the Sakura that can cook.

Directly, the three had eaten together in their home, and Sakura had made sure she had included Suiren’s favourite dessert, mochi, Suiren could tell that her mother had done this to make Suiren feel less worse about not fighting and bettering her skills and silently, Suiren had thanked her mother even though the pink-haired lady had never verbalised why she had always presented the dessert.

“I want to have dinner with your team soon,” Sakura began and shocked by the random need, Suiren raised both of her eyebrows.

“A-are you sure?” Suiren suspiciously questioned, and it wasn’t like Suiren had thought her team were not the best to have around for dinner, it was due to the fact that Suiren’s team and her mother had such demanding and strict schedules.

Adamant to have them over, Sakura had nodded her head. “I haven’t really gotten to know your team,” Sakura truthfully replied, “but I do know your Sensei Ren and I was told by Sarada that the two of you have a really strong connection.”

“How’s the poison research going?” Suiren casually questioned and with how abrupt Suiren had changed the topic, Sakura had furrowed her eyebrows, apprehensive.

“The research is going well,” Sakura spelled out, “which reminds me that we have to do a health check-up after you eat.”

Internally, Suiren had groaned but had respectfully obeyed her mother’s wishes and continued to take part of the nice dinner she had shared with her small family, but as Suiren had swallowed her food her eyes slowly trailed to their family pictures and identified the images that had included her mother, their father, Sarada and baby pictures of herself along with her twin.

Suiren had wished that they had more pictures together, especially images with all of them together, merely due to the fact that she had known that Sarada had felt upset about the lack of family pictures, though, her older sister knew that it had also upset Suiren. Hushed, Suiren had dragged out the depressive thought out of her mind while she had felt Sarada’s foot lightly kick hers under the table.

“How was it watching your teammates fight?” Sarada curiously questioned and unmoved, Suiren shrugged her shoulders.

“It was entertaining but boring at the same time because I couldn’t join in,” Suiren truthfully answered.

“It’s for the best,” their mother muttered, “it’s for the best for you to not fight or go to any missions right now, for your health and for my mental health,” she poorly joked and clumsily Suiren had smiled at her mother’s poor attempt of humour.

“It’s okay mama,” she whispered just as Suiren’s eyes fell down to her food, she could see by the edges of her eyes that their mother had placed her hands against her hips.

“I’m not doing this to be mean,” Sakura pointed out and annoyed by how her mother dragged the conversation, Suiren had finally lifted her head.

“I understand, mama.”

With a quick closed sound, Sakura had returned her hands to her chopsticks. “You have the same attitude as your father,” Sakura lightly whispered and sarcastically flattered, Suiren had beamed at her mother’s words before she continued to eat her food.

Suiren didn’t realise how tired she was when she had easily drifted into sleep, an hour prior to her slumber, her mother had done a health check on her then had strictly sent Suiren to go catch her exhaust. Sarada had offered Suiren to sleep in her room but Suiren said that she’d rather sleep on her own tonight.

The moment Suiren had successfully fell asleep she could still feel her sensory awake as she had become transported into somewhere new. Thankfully, the atmosphere wasn’t entirely white or black, but the area had reminded Suiren of Venus’ atmosphere.

Before Suiren could take in the realm deeply, she had heard the flapped wings of Sora who had gently flown towards her, loudly, the Dragon had landed in front of her and due to his size and weight, the grounds had softly shook.

“What do you want with me?” Suiren forwardly spoken, her voice strong to display the tiredness she had held of the number of times she couldn’t have a simple dream.

Observant of her exhausted energy, slowly, Sora had looked Suiren up and down. “You need to get it back.”

“Be clearer of what you’re talking about,” Suiren commanded and humoured by her bold voice and tone that had been spread with demand, Sora couldn’t help but smile at Suiren’s found confidence.

“The Water Stone,” Sora simply replied and in conflict, Suiren shook her head.

With her hands clenched and beside her, Suiren sternly looked at the beast that had laid in front of her. “The Stone has to be protected,” he continued.

“You’re the amplifier, you make the stones stronger than it previously was,” Sora clarified, “you need to retrieve all of the stones to help you control the Dragon Spirit, and the power that comes along with it.”

“The Dragon Spirit,” Suiren thoughtfully worded out, “meaning you.”

Humoured, Sora dryly laughed. “Yes.”

“How comes the spirit can’t be given to anyone else?” Suiren questioned, with her head slightly tilted in curiosity, the young girl had pondered why she had been given such power.

It was not like Suiren had hated it, but she began to dislike the burden she would slowly have to carry. “The Dragon spirit in another body will kill them.”

“But I’m a little girl,” Suiren quickly pointed out.

“Yet, still stronger than any other vessel,” Sora briskly replied aware with the unsure look Suiren had plastered on her face.

“I don’t get it, how did your spirit come inside me?” Suiren questioned, Suiren had wondered if her parents had known any of this, and if they did, Suiren had internally asked why they haven’t told her anything.

“It was already inside you,” Sora began, “before Humans or Ninjas existed in this world, I had wandered the Earth with other beasts, beasts not as strong as me,” the Dragon comically included and Suiren thought that if Sora had been a Human, she’d see a huge smirk on his face.

Understanding that his explanation could take a lengthy duration, the young girl had slowly sat on the floor, concentrated with the context the Dragon had yet to tell her. “My time in the world had caused it to shift, and crumble, so I had to turn myself into a spirit for troubles to become less disruptive and destructive, but it wasn’t enough.”

“When I wasn’t in a vessel, it had caused world problems to happen, wars, fast death, famine, all types of crimes you can think of became worse as time proceeded and Humans began to populate the world. The moment I had realised that my power was too much for the world to handle, every day, I had looked for a vessel, and I tried, and it always ended with stillborns who couldn’t handle the powerful pressure with holding my power when they were in the womb. So, when I realised that every time I tried, a child died in their mother, I had stopped until millenniums later, I had felt strong endurance come from your mother’s womb, from you and I chose you.”

In silence, Suiren had fiddled with her fingers as she had thought of her response, reticent, the young girl had glared up at the beast, irritated her nose had flared. “Fuck you,” Suiren breathed out and right after she had briskly stood to her feet, the long-haired girl had turned her back towards the entity ready to leave the realm.

“It’s not your destiny to have my spirit inside of you, but fate,” Sora answered, he was aware that Suiren wouldn’t have been happy with the news he had now told her, moreover, he was correct that Suiren would never be able to avoid this.

Angrily, Suiren turned her body to face him once more. “I don’t want this,” Suiren rudely seethed out.

“The world will become more destructive if you attempt to take it out of you,” Sora answered and immediately he could see the way her lips wobbled in frustration. “There’ll be benefits of being tied to me.”

With contest, Suiren had examined the beast up and down, her face full with hostility. “And what would be the benefits?”

“Becoming the most powerful person that’s ever walked the universe,” Sora influenced, his tone marginally desperate to ease the young girl, especially with the way she had bounced her shoulders for the lack of care she had for his point, “you’ll be able to speak to the dead,” and quickly Suiren’s head perked up at Sora’s current sentence.

Surprised, Suiren had crossed her arms, finally intrigued to know what else Sora had to say, but for her luck the young Uchiha had eventually woke up from her slumber.

thank you so much for the support! + kawaki will be coming soon!

plus the picture used for this chapter is from the death card from victoria frances' work :)

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#suiren #boruto #sasusaku #sasuke #sakura #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #sakura uchiha #sarada #sarada has a twin #boruto universe #naruto #naruto universe #suiren uchiha #kawaki will come soon #sasusaku fanfic #sasusaku fanfiction

[at-thezenith]

tagged by @mrbexwrites here :-)

Rules: Pick an OC and post a song you relate to them, an image that represents them in some way (aesthetic, picrew, art, etc), and a quote of dialogue or narration from them. Totally feel free to expand and explain!

passing the tag to: @cee-grice @oliverferrie @fleurtygurl @theunboundwriter

i'll take cosmos, or cos, afsara's brother and all round little shit. he's seventeen, a horse thief, and using his sister's quest to save magic and witches as his own personal gap year.

i think if i was to choose a song for him it would be someone new by hozier. he's a lover! and he's a cheerful fella, even with the hideous shit he sees on the daily.

here he is on picrew :)

the following is a conversation between him and afsara when they're off on their cross-country adventure together.

It was too cold to sleep in stockings out in the wilds. She stuck her head out of her nest to see Cosmos awake, puffing away on a pipe. ‘Ma ever see you doing that?’ He grinned, saluted her with the pipe. ‘No. Nasty habit. You want some?’ She shrugged and emerged, taking a few experimental puffs. It was different to the redweed she had smoked in the coven, hidden away in the woods giggling with a few other trainees. Certainly not with Ola, who had duplicitously presented herself as above it all. This strain seemed to be stronger, and she coughed as she handed it back. ‘Where did you get this?’ ‘Jutin. Told them I needed it for backache.’ ‘Smart. You ride horses when you smoke?’ ‘Fig does most of the work,’ he said. ‘I’m just along for the adventure.’ ‘I’m glad I’m riding separately.’ He blew smoke at her, and grinned his teenage cocky grin. ‘I made breakfast,’ he said, pointing towards a pot over a smouldering fire.

#tag games #cosmos #the faery children #tfc

[wvrlock]

Autumn Equinox: Magic items

This is a list of fun magic items inspired by The Griffon's Saddlebag for you to use in The Autumn Equinox event, especially the Lantern Market! You may include them in threads, send them as ask prompts for muses to react to, give or receive them as presents... (These are extracted and condensed from my personal copy, if you want the items' stats and pictures to use these and more magic items in your games, consider supporting the creator!)

[PERFORMER'S PUPPET] While wearing this puppet on your hand, you can use a bonus action to change the style, color and shape of the puppet's clothing and face.

[HAT TRICK] While holding the hat, you can cast the find familiar spell from it, pulling a rabbit or dove familiar from the hat.

[DOODLE RING] While wearing this wooden ring on your finger, you can touch a solid surface and begin to draw. Your finger makes marks as if it were a piece of charcoal, ink quill or paintbrush, in the color of your choice.

[CATNIP AMULET] While wearing this gold and jade amulet, you have advantage on ability checks to find and call Tiny domestic cats, and on Wisdom (Animal Handling) checks to interact with them

[TOADSTONE] This small jade carving of a frog dangles from a simple cord of leather to be worn as a necklace. While you wear it, you gain a swimming speed equal to your walking speed and can hold your breath for up to 1 hour, and can cast the jump spell targeting only yourself. This necklace is cursed, and attuning to it curses you. While you are cursed, your skin is perpetually slightly wet, and you have only an appetite for insects.

[PETAL DANCER WARD] This cape is made of colorful, aromatic petals. As you walk, a dusting of petals drift behind you, disappearing before they touch the ground.

[RAVENHEART'S ORIGAMI RAVENS] This slim wooden carrying case holds three dark paper birds. When you hold one and speak its command phrase, "By fold and feather, fly", it transforms into a raven for 1 hour. It is treated as if it were your familiar summoned by the find familiar spell.

[BATH POTION] This bubbly potion smells of lavender and flowers. A creature that drinks it as an action has its outermost layer of skin rinsed from its body, and any remaining dirt and grime magically washed away. Its breath, hair and nails are immaculately cleaned. For the next 24 hours, the creature smells of daisies and honey and any blood, grime or dirt magically falls away from the creature, who continues to smell and appear freshly washed. Bubbles occasionally escape from its mouth while the potion is in effect.

[RING OF ROSES] As an action, you can cause a single, thornless rose to grow and appear in your hand. The rose blossoms in a color of your choice, and withers and disintegrates after 24 hours.

[PAIR OF TINY VIOLIN RINGS] This pair of golden rings play a sad, sad melody when you rub the two fingers wearing them together. Creatures that know the vicious mockery cantrip can use this set of rings as a somatic component instead of the usual verbal component.

[SINGING STEIN] While this pewter stein holds at least a sip's worth of potable alcohol, the face adorning it comes alive to sing songs based on the kind of drink. The stein is not sentient, but does have a pleasant singing voice. Wine gets ballads, rum gets sea shanties, and ale gets drinking songs.

[BIRD OF A FEATHER] While holding onto this small toy of a roc, you magically gain a flying speed of 20 feet for up to 1 minute.

[PIPE OF DELICIOUS SMELLS] While smoking this pipe, you can use an action to exhale a puff of smoke that magically smells like delicious food, such as freshly baked pie, stew, or tea. The smell dissipates after a few seconds

[FAITHFUL HOUND'S TOY] This well-chewed dog toy has a small bell inside it. As an action, you can shake the toy and throw it into an unoccupied space within 30 of you. The toy vanishes with the sound of a panting dog, and duplicates the effect of the faithful hound spell.

[RAT KING CROWN] While wearing this dark silver circlet, ordinary rats, giant rats and swarms of rats are friendly towards you. You can communicate with them as if by the speak with animals spell. Whenever you roll initiative, a swarm of rats gathers at your location, friendly to you and your allies and hostile against your enemies. The swarm becomes hostile if you remove the crown or if you or your companions harm it.

[SCROLL OF INSTANT COOKIES] This 5-foot scroll of parchment is wrapped around a rolling pin. As an action, you can unroll 1 or more feet of the parchment, pressing it against a solid surface. The parchment immediately transforms into a freshly baked and cut pastry dough of the shape and flavor of your choice. Each food of scroll creates 18 cookies when pressed. When the last of the scroll has been used, the rolling pin can be used as a magical club.

#EquinoxEvent_2023

[dragynkeep]

Okay. Hear me out. Salem vs. Florida man. To make things sporting Salem will have access to all her magic and the grimm pools to create new grimm. And Florida man is only allowed a single puff of meth from his pipe and .001 grams of bath salts. Also Florida man is not allowed to bring any of his alligators, cottonmouths, boas, etc.. to the fight. So in your opinion how long would the fight last before Florida man commits another act of cannibalism?

wdym florida man is starting off with the cannibalism

#rwby #salem #florida man #ais.txt #answered #q

[whumpcollector]

Lucas Part 11: The Mage, The Crownsman

Im back! If any of ya’ll are still around I hope you enjoy! Content warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, it as a pronoun (used derogatorily), allusions to non-con (vague and blink if you miss it) “Absolutely not!”

Jonathon sighed. “Jawad ple-”

“No!” Jawad crossed his arms, a scowl on his face.“ I will not allow it. Lucas has just begun his recovery, I will not let you hamper it.”

Lucas sat awkwardly in front of Jonathon's desk, sinking into his chair. Jawad and the captain had been arguing for a few minutes and Lucas was doing his best to stay out of the line of fire. Jonathon rolled his eyes. “Hamper his recovery, Jawad you saw him last night. Kid unbroke his nose and regrew a set of teeth!” The captain shook his head. “Besides, he’s been ‘recovering’ for a month now. It’s not like we just pulled him out of the grave this morning.” “Physically recovering, yes, but Lucas’ magic just returned to him. We need to let him regain his strength.” “Regain hi- he nearly burned down half the camp! Killed 6 men too! How much stronger could he get at this point?” Lucas sank lower, wanting very much to disappear. He had seen everyone look at him while he was walking to Jonathon’s tent. Odds were the captain was the only thing keeping him safe from a lynch mob. A fact that made the current argument all the more nerve wracking. Maybe he should say something? No, no that was a stupid idea. No one cared what he had to say. Best that he kept quiet instead of making things worse.  Jawad leant forward, placing his hands on the captain’s desk. “Jonathon, I know I’ve been asking much lately bu-“ Jonathon held up a hand, cutting the doctor off. “‘Much’ is putting it lightly Jawad. Try this…” The captain reached beneath his desk and pulled out a few sheets of paper, slapping them down into the desk and pushing them forward. Jawad leaned in, reading through the papers before blanching slightly. The doctor sucked in a breath, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away from Jonathon. The captain gestured towards the papers. “Jawad, do you know how much that is? Relatively I mean.” Jawad shook his head and the captain continued. “That is more than it takes to keep this entire company running for six months. Six. Months. And that doesn’t even include the cost of the tents and equipment that were burned to ash last night.”  Jonathon shook his head. “All of that, on one person.” Lucas bit his lip and wrapped his arms around his knees. This…didn’t sound good. The captain stood up, grabbing a pipe from his desk and filling it with a few crushed leaves from a pouch on his belt. Jonathon Looked down at the desk, hand hovering as he searched for something to light the pipe. Lucas, desperate to try and get back into the captain’s good graces, leant forward. With a quick flick of his wrist he summoned a small flame at one of his fingertips. Careful as to not burn the caption, he dipped the flame towards the bowl of the pipe, lighting it. Lucas shrank back into his chair as Jonathon raised an eyebrow. For a moment Lucas worried he had overstepped. Then the captain gave a small nod. “Much obliged Lucas.” Jonathon put the pipe to his lips and puffed before. He held the tobacco in for a few moments before blowing smoke out of his mouth. No one said anything, and the captain stared at a large map of the continent that hung on one of his tent’s walls.  “I owe you my life Jawad,” the captain said, breaking the silence. “Hell, without you the Crownsmen don’t exist. If it was just about the money…I’d be willing to just let it slide. But it’s about more than that.” He turned, holding out his pendant bearing the sigil of the Crownsmen. “Ive dedicated everything to this company. This symbol, it’s my life’s work, my legacy. I am responsible for everyone in this camp. And I need to set an example.”  The captain took another puff from the pipe before continuing. “The first rule everyone who steps foot in this camp learns is that everyone pulls their weight. There are no favorites, no special treatment. I can’t make an exception for Lucas. Trust me, the fact I’ve spent so much on him is no secret. I let him freeload any longer…people are going to start talking.” Jawad frowned, thinking. “He doesn’t need to fight. He could help around camp, like me or Aanya. ”Jonathon shook his head. “You guys are specialists. Mage or not there's nothing Lucas can do around camp that any meathead I have on hire can’t.” He turned to Lucas. “Unless you’ve got some other incredible hidden talent you’ve chosen to keep secret until now.” Lucas just shook his head and looked at the floor.  “So…the only real option we have is putting him on contracts. He’s a mage Jawad, imagine what we could do with magic on our side. You’ve seen what he’s capable of.” Jawad looked pleadingly at his friend. “He’s a child, Jonathon.” The captain shrugged. “I was no older when I got drafted into my local militia.” He sat back down at his desk, looking to put an end to the conversation. “I’m sorry Jawad. As your friend I want to respect your wishes, but I am also captain of this company. And as captain, the only way I can justify these expenses,” he taps the papers, “is if they’re an investment.”  Jawad scowled. “And what if your ‘investment’ fails to pay dividends? What if Lucas just isn’t cut out for mercenary work?” Jonathon shrugged again. “Then I’ll…have to look into other options.” Jawad frowns deeper at Jonathon's words, before his eyes go wide in shock. He leans forward, putting his face barely an inch from the captain’s and hisses out, “you’re not suggesting-“ “Of course I’m not!” Snapped Jonathon, eyes locked on the doctor’s. They held the stalemate for a few moments before the captain sighed, his eyes softening. “I’d never suggest that. I just…I’ll get creative.” Jawad relented as well, clearly exhausted from the argument. “So…what’s your plan then?” “There are a few thugs that have been giving a local farm some grief. Small group, can’t be more than five of them. Lucas will go with William and Konrad t-“ Both Jawad and Lucas jump at the mention of Konrad. A spike of panic nearly makes Lucas fall out of his chair. Jawad, on the other hand, slams his hands on the desk, the fire inside him seemingly reignited. “Konrad! Jonathon you can’t be serious! He hates Lucas! You can’t possibly think sending them out, together, into combat is anything short of insanity!” The captain held his hands up in a disarming gesture. “I’ve talked to him Jawad, he’ll behave. You know he listens to me. Besides, his own feelings aside, Konrad doesn’t lie. If Lucas performs out there, he’ll say so.” Jawad press\ed, not satisfied yet. “And why can’t you trust anyone else to be honest on the matter.” Jonathon smiled wryly. “Well, after last night I’m not exactly keen on the idea of sending any temps. And let’s be honest Jawad, you’re not the only one here who’s taken a liking to the boy.” Jawad huffed, not able to deny the statement.  “William will keep an eye on Lucas, and keep Konrad in check just in case.” “But…Konrad is wounded.” Jawad retorted, though by now he was resigned. Jonathon let out a breath of laughter. “You and I both know Konrad with one working arm is just as dangerous as Konrad with two.” Jawad let out his own small laugh, nodding in assent. He looked down, and then back at the captain. “I have your word that even if Lucas is not cut out for fighting you won’t throw him to the wolves.” Jonathon nodded solemnly, placing a hand over his chest. “Cathrai as my witness, you have my word.” Jawad took a deep breath and turned to Lucas, lowering himself so they were eye level. He put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You’ll be in good hands Lucas. Konrad, despite being a brute, is a fierce warrior. William as well. And if the captain told Konrad to leave you be, Konrad will listen to him.” Lucas didn’t say anything, and Jawad offered a small smile. “Just come back safe, and may the Sun and Stars guide you.” The doctor left, leaving Lucas and Jonathon alone in the tent. The captain took one last toke from his pipe, smothering the embers with a thumb and letting out a breath. “Alright Lucas, lets get you on your first proper job here.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I still can’t believe I have to do this,” muttered Konrad. “And I can’t believe you won’t shut the fuck up about it already,” William snapped. “Its been damn near an hour, even you have to get tired of your own incessant bitching at some point.” The two had been bickering with each other since they and Lucas had set off on their mission. The thugs they had been sent after were camped out in a nearby forest, and they had been making their way towards them for the past hour or so. Konrad and William didn’t seem to care in the slightest that they were on their way to engage in mortal combat, in fact they seemed almost bored. The two walked casually, weapons slung over their shoulders and with a posture more appropriate to strolling through a market square.  Lucas, on the other hand, was wound as a bowstring. Every snapped branch or rustled leaf caused him to jump. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep his eyes off Konrad's spear. The weapon was immaculate, no even the slightest spec to indicate the same weapon was used to brutalize him a day earlier. He shook his head, banishing the memories. He had more important things to worry about now. Konrad huffed. “You might be alright with getting all buddy buddy with some magical freak but I have some fucking standards.”  William rolled his eyes. “Standards, sure. Well your ‘standards’ aside we’ve been put on this contract and that's that. Feel free to pound salt up your ass on your own time but for now, pack it in.”  Konrad huffed again but didn’t say anything else. The rest of the trek passed in silence. Lucas’ nerves were eating at him, each step making his stomach churn. He wanted to…say something. Talk with William, ask what he should do or…something to help him keep his mind off of things.  No words formed, he didn’t want to annoy Konrad.  The trio stopped just outside of a clearing, ducking behind some dense shrubbery at William’s behest. Their targets sat around a campfire, six in total, unaware of anything around them. Shouts and laughs rang out from the bandits, likely reveling in their ill-gotten gains. Konrad shook his head. “Captain might as well have sent us after a bunch of toddlers, why waste our time?” “Gotta make sure the boy’s first time isn’t too rough,” William replied. | Konrad snorted. “Of course, of course.” He nudged Lucas causing the boy to flinch away. “Let's see if you’re good for anything shall we?” A wicked grin split his face and he stepped out into the clearing. Konrad leveled his spear, pointing his weapon at the group of thugs before letting out a load roar. “OI!” The thugs all turned, scrambling clumsily for weapons upon seeing Konrad. They rushed towards him in a rabble, threats and curses spilling from their lips. Konrad’s smile widened. “Give me a good time lads!” The first to reach at him swung with a crushing overhead blow. Konrad caught the weapon on the haft of his spear, swatting it away like a fly. With a single fluid motion he forced the weapon into the ground and impaled its wielder through the throat.  Without missing a beat Konrad turned, pivoting on his heel. He pulled the spear free from the first bandit’s corpse as he turned, using the momentum to smash the haft into another bandit’s face. Stunned, the thug was helpless as Konrad drove his spear into his head, forcing the tip out the back of his skull. Lucas watched the carnage, terrified by the display. William placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Just let Konrad have his fun, I’m sure Jon will find something for you to do.” Lucas wanted to, he wanted nothing more than to just sit in the bushes and stay away from the fighting. Captain Jonathon had said it would be ok if he didn’t fight but…something nagged at him. A voice, scratching in the back of his mind, telling him that whatever alternative there was would be far worse. The captain did say he didn’t have any need for people who didn’t fight…that he would have to look into alternatives.  A flood of memories hit Lucas. Memories of stories Devran had told him, of the things soldiers and mercenaries did to “blow off steam” between fights. Of what the richer nobility liked to do with their “exotic pets”. Why he should be thankful that all he had to do was perform on a stage. Why there were so many worse places to be put on display. A wave of revulsion hit Lucas. No. No no no no no no. No that. He would do anything, anything but that. He…he needed to fight. Needed to prove that he could be useful, that he wouldn’t need to do…that…to pay off what he owed. In a panic he sprung from the bushes, William calling out to him as he rushed towards the fray.

It wasn’t until he had already gotten the attention of one of the bandits that Lucas realized he didn’t have anything close to a plan. The only time he had fought ever was during his duel with Finch, and the older mage had been holding back. A lot.

Lucas didn’t have much time to think. A bandit was rushing him, sword poised to come down on the mage’s head. Lucas shoved out his right arm and summoned forth a gout of flame. The limb burned, and fire spewed from his fingertips. 

The bandit's eyes went wide, and he scrambled out of the way of the blast. The fire scorched the earth, leaving a black scar on the ground. It took a moment for the bandit to recover, but he got to his feet and rushed towards the boy, snarling in anger.

 Lucas froze, panic consuming every part of his being. He stood there, stock still as the man closed the distance and brought the sword down. It was only at the last moment that Lucas was able to force his body to move, throwing his left arm up to block the strike.

The blade cut through Lucas’ flesh, bisecting his hand between his middle and index finger. The blade cut all the way down into the middle of his forearm, leaving a bloody gash in its wake. With a grunt the bandit pulled the weapon from Lucas’ arm, sending a spray of blood into the air.

Lucas fell the ground, paralyzed by shock and terror. He stared at his brutalized arm, the sight of the split limb churning his stomach. His assailant stood over him, sword pointed towards Lucas’ stomach. The mage tried to scramble away, a choked plea for mercy catching in his throat.

An arrow slammed into the bandit’s skull with a meaty thunk. He staggered, one hand clumsily grasping at the missile lodged in his forehead before falling limp to the ground. Lucas turned to see William holding his bow, already nocking another arrow.

“Lucas!” He yelled out. “Get out of there!”

The words washed over Lucas. He heard them, understood the meaning, knew he should listen. Still, he could not will his body to move. He just sat on the ground, bleeding from his arm.

The thud of footsteps and clanking of metal caught Lucas’ attention. He turned to see another one of the bandits, this one far more armed and armored, charging towards him. She wore a near full set of plate mail, only missing a helmet. In her left hand was a large mace and in her right a thick heater shield.

“Lucas! Run!”

William let loose another arrow. The bandit caught with her shield, not even pausing in her charge. In what felt like a moment she was on top of Lucas, weapon poised to cave in his skull. 

A sickening sense of familiarity hit Lucas. Twice in as many days he had been in this same situation, staring down his own death helpless to do anything. A part of him wondered if this was for the best. He was tired, tired of being afraid, tired of hurting. There were many nights when he simply wished he would fall asleep and never wake up. Maybe…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Another familiar sensation but him. That same primal roar that saved his life the day prior. A screaming, thrashing beast that demanded Lucas live. It howled and raged, wiping away any thought Lucas had of accepting his end.

A stream of fire came from his right hand. He hadn’t even realized he moved it. The arcane flames engulfed his would be murderer, sending her screaming to the ground. 

The world seemed to go still as Lucas watched the bandit die. His eyes wide and face screwed into a look of horror as he saw someone burn to death. She thrashed on the ground, arms flailing in a futile attempt to put of the flames. The stench of burning flesh and hair filled the air, and Lucas watched as the heat fused the woman to her metal armor.

The ghastly display was put to an end when Konrad drove his spear into the bandit’s head, puttering her agony to an end. He looked down at Lucas with a mix of disgust and contempt.

“If you’re gonna kill someone, at least have the decency to do it clean.” 

Lucas said nothing and Konrad walked away with a shake of his head. William emerged from the bushes, walking over to Lucas and pulling the mage to his feet. 

“Lucas?” He asked, voice laced with concern. “Are you alright?”

Lucas still didn’t speak, his mind replaying the final moments of the charred corpse in front of him. Everything was numb, he couldn’t even find it in himself to be sick. He simply stared into the distance.

Was this what his life was like now? A constant cycle of being brutalized and maimed, brought to the precipice of death over and over again only for base instinct to save him? Was this all he had to look forward to? Pain, violence and killing? Would he spend every night stewing in the guilt he felt? Would he ever be able to feel clean again?

He was being moved now, legs following Williams guiding hands obediently. He was exhausted, he wanted to crawl into a hole and lie there forever. But William wanted him to walk, so he walked.

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Lucas once again found himself in front of Jonathon’s desk. Sitting in the same small chair, listening to another argument about himself. 

“It’s a liability!”

“He did what was asked!”

William and Konrad were staring each other down, neither bothering to look at the captain or Lucas.

“Captain,” Konrad began. “This farce has gone on long enough. This mage is clearly more trouble than it’s worth. We should just get rid of it and be done!”

“His name is Lucas,” hissed William as he jabbed a finger at Konrad. “And that’s not your call to make. We were sent out to see if Lucas could handle himself in a fight and he can!”

Konrad let out a bark of incredulous laughter. “Handle himself? He froze up at the first sight of a weapon!

”“Everyone’s first time in a real fight is hard! He can learn to get used to it.”

Lucas wasn’t sure that he wanted to.

Konrad just shook his head. “It’s just not worth it. Captain I know you’re concerned over the money that fucking thing has cost, but I’m sure the witch hunters would offer us more than a decent sum if we hand it over to them.”

The mention of witch hunters snapped Lucas out of his torpor. Every nerve stood on edge. He couldn’t go back there! He couldn’t go back to them!“

Witch hunters?! Konrad yo-“

“ENOUGH!”

Jonathon's voice boomed through the air as the captain slammed a fist onto his desk. Lucas jumped in his seat and both of the mercenaries fell silent. 

The captain took a deep breath and pointed a finger at Konrad. “You, did Lucas contribute to the fight. Yes or no.”

Konrad nodded.

“Ok. Now, both of you get the hell out of my tent. I need to speak to Lucas, alone,” the captain said. His tone left no room for argument

 Konrad and William nodded and exited the tent, glaring daggers at each other as they left.

Lucas sat on his chair, watching Jonathon with apprehension. The captain let out a long sigh, dragging a hand down his face. He reached beneath his desk, pulling out a large bottle and two cups. He poured one full of a dark liquor and then looked at Lucas.

“You want any?”

Lucas shook his head, not wanting a repeat of his last encounter with alcohol. Jonathon nodded, placing the bottle down and picking up his cup. He knocked back the drink in a single gulp. 

“I can’t imagine your opinion of me is too high right now son.” The captain said. “Can’t blame you for that. I…” He trailed off, pulling a hand down his face. Jonathon moved to pour another glass before pausing. He shrugged his shoulders, and took a swig straight from the bottle.

“I won’t lie, you showing up has caused no small amount of headache,” he said. “Magic is dangerous, useful but dangerous. And with how many magical plants Jawad needed to get you back up and about you’ve cost me no small amount of money either. But…I just can’t find it in me to throw you to the wolves.”

He took another swig. “Fuck me I’m getting soft.” Lucas didn’t say anything, simply hoping that whatever the captain was getting to wasn’t going to be bad.“So, I guess it comes down to the one thing none of us bothered to ask in all of this. Do you want to stick around?” The question hung in the air. Lucas stared at the floor. Did he want to…stay? Did what he wanted really matter? It wasn’t like he could do anything to stop the captain from keeping him or kicking him out. Still, Lucas thought the question over. He certainly didn’t like fighting, he hated it in fact. But…a lot of the people here were nice. He was fed and given clean clothes and talked to like he was a person. That was nice. He liked it here. If fighting was what he had to do to stay…he could be ok with that.  

“Yes sir. I would like to say here,” he said softly. 

The captain raised an eyebrow, as if he were surprised by Lucas’ response. “Well, I guess that settles it.” He reached into his desk, pulling out a sheet of paper and an inkwell. He pushed both towards Lucas, tapping the paper with a finger. “This right here is your contract,” he said. “This means you work for me. You get paid per contract you take part in, get room and board, have access to what services we have available, so on and so forth. Sign there and it will be official.” 

Lucas stared at the paper, his contract. He would get paid? He’d never been paid before. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever even seen coin before. All of this was so much. He just needed to…sign.

“Um…Captain Jonathon. I uh…can’t write.” Lucas curled in on himself, embarrassed at the confession.

The captain nodded, pulling the paper to himself. “Aye fair, most of the people here can’t. No reason to be ashamed. I’ll just sign for you.” He picked up the quill sitting in the inkwell, before looking at Lucas. “Last chance, you sure you’re in?” 

Lucas nodded. 

“Well, welcome to the Crownsmen son. You’re one of us now.”

 He scribbled onto the contract, a symbol that Lucas assumed was his name appearing at the bottom. Jonathon put the contract away, digging through his desk as he did. He pulled out a small object, a metal medallion in the crude shape of a crown. He leaned forward, placing the medallion in Lucas’ hands.

“That right there is our sigil. It marks you as one of us. And will help us identify you if you die in a manner gory enough to make the rest of you unrecognizable.”

Jonathon let out a low chuckle that turned into an awkward cough as he noticed Lucas’s fear-stricken face. 

“Don’t worry. That doesn’t happen, uh, too often.” He cleared his throat. “Anyways, you should rest. I’ll let you know when you’re up for a contract.” 

He gestured for Lucas to leave, and the mage obliged. He clutched the medallion tightly in his fist, ignoring the sting of the rough points digging into his palm. He looked around the camp, bustling with activity and still so alien to him. He looked down at the small crown in his hands, and took a deep breath.

Whatever came next, it couldn’t be as bad as what he’d been through.  Taglist:  @haro-whumps @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @brutal-nemesis @rippedjeansandfadeddreams @ladygwennn @inpainandsuffering  @thegreatwhodini  

#whump #fantasy whump #magical whump #lucas

[valdederon]

FLAMES JOURNEY CHAPTER #24

raykore and novas heart to heart talk about valdederon , a new hidden threat and valdederons rage.

soon after valdederon enters his trance nova sighs un able to properly meditate as her mind is in chaos when she looks up at raykore who is takinga puff from her smoking pipe.

nova-- ray..raykore.

raykore chuckles softly

raykore--- you can call me ray if you want hun

nova-- ray is… val.. is he realy ok to be taking me in ..to be adventuring and ervything.

raykore stops mid puff and lets out a chuckle.

raykore--- as wise as i am even i dont know the answer to that one pup. id say yes personaly as having seen him grow over the years in this world.. the kids changed physicaly emotionaly and mentaly . and since he took you in as part of his family his drive to improve him self has grown significantly personaly i dont know if hes fully recovered from his traumatic past hell i garuntee he hasnt. but i can say it now longer drives his evry thought hes learned to ignore those impulses and think …. some what lodgicly ha ha ha… some what . he is still verry much a walking army.. but a more foucsed and determined army. though i do expect any demon he encounters may end up causing a flare up in him.

draggo----- uh yea ive seen it first hand.. he has no mercy or remorse when dispatching demons. its like watching him go from happy toddler playful and curious to a battle hardened adventurer.. eyes as cold as the arctic mountain air and a stare that can cause a volcanoe to explode.

raykore--- thats not surprising to me honestly .. nova you dont have to worry about your brother you can trust that he will protect you and should any one do anything to harm you. well god rest thier soul ha ha ha.go ahead ank keep trying to meditate hun try to block out the noise in your mind .

for the next few hours raykore tries to help nova meditate mean while 5 days walk to the south east in a small town with a hidden away bar the magmar who attacked novas tribe comes in and sits down ordering a volcanic eruption == ( imagine vodka if made with carolina reapers mixed with pure capsasin oil with 3 fresh chillie pepers ground into paste and all of that mixed into a 40 ounce glass cup ) == and begins downing it in second slaming his fist down on the table.

the barkeep a scared up machoke named dead eye leans forward.

dead eye-- the job aint finished yet you killed the old man but that little spit fire of his is still loose and from what i hear has joined a guild with a .not so delicate delphox rumor hase it this ones special.. and tougher then an onyxe on black obsdian powder. you get paied when its complete the boss aint happy bout it either.

the magmar looks up at dead eye as he slides a picture recently taken via psychic pokemon power

zorgon the magmar---- so all i have to do is flatten a stuppid little riolu girl tschh barely even a challange.

dead eye--- the way i hear it its not her you need to be worried about its that guild some what shes in but mainly that delphox. he is an unknown. reports are all over.. uses ligning fire.. even got a report of him using water moves. tread lightly you heavy foooted dolt.

the magmar grunts and pockets the picture and begins gathering information about the guild.eventualy coming up with a plan he thinks will work with out a hitch. heading to a den of goblins known for thier greed of ancient gold coins throwing them 7 bag fulls and a map of an ancient long deead kingdom castle fortress complex. in another continent. after a month valdederon wakes up and notices nova is gone from his room and that his head feels off as the effects of a heavy sleeping agent have just warn off his blury vision clearing to show the room a mess after a few minutes clearing his head he uses a spell that uses residual life essnce to reconstruct events into a magical holigram.

40 minutes later the air through out the entire guild grows ice cold and silent the silence broken by a loud explosion guild staff russing to valdederons room to be met face to face with araging blood red flaming inferno beams of wood falling into the flame and 2 piercing green eyes with in the flame taiga the serperior guild master using his vines to hold evryone back as the green eyes vanish into the flames .

kleo--- ok water types put out the fire.. psychics figure out what the fuk just happened.. AND NO ONE .AND I MEAN NO ONE IS TO CHASE VALDEDERON.. unless you want to get hurt. somthing has set him off.

raykore--- gods help his enemies..

kleo-- what does that mean.. i can sense the magic he used he reconstructed the events that happened before he woke that fire.. was fueled by pure rage anger and hatred.. gods worse then when i first met him. who ever angered him. may the gods help thier souls because hes going to kill them.

kleo--- why.. i think nova may also be involved i dont sense here near bye.

kleo-- mother mew.. i hope she is ok.

--------------------mean while near bye--------

valdederon finds a tavern and rips the door open and slams his staff to the floor causing an ice nova to freeze evryone in place.

valdederon--- im looking for a magmar.. scar across his eye probably in posession of a young riolu with minor burn scars. ill know if any one is lying and that wont end well.

the room falls dead slent as the tavern owner comes down from the top floor offic having heard the yelling.

myran a levanae --- your powerful..im not sure what info i may have for you but if youd kindly please release my customers then we can speak.

valdederon--- my little sisters life is on the line ill release them when i have answers.. even if thier vague guesses of were my target is.

she sighs and bangs her heard into the side railing then comes down .

the next few hours are tense untill some one finaly mentions that a near bye town would have such filth and scum and valdederon releases evryone heading out to that town. eventualy ariving after 5 days and breaks the door down and looks around the room growing tense with shock.

valdederon--- this tavern will answer to me.. any one who tries to escape i will cut down. recently one of your patreons stole somthing verry precious to me.. this patreon is a magmar with a scar across one of his eyes. talk and live… stay silent.. and youl sufer greatly

dead eye--- and why should we believe you

apon that coment valdederon fires off a holy javiline pircing the wall behind the bar counter flaming wood splinters flying ervywere the stone red hot and molten and valdederons staff aimed directly at machops arm.

valdederon---- the next one tears your arm off old man. dont fuk with me. i know that the patreon was here recently..

dead eye--- …mmmmmmpph.. fine.. zorgon mentioned he would be setting up camp at a castle some place some dead city called bakoonsk or somthing.. thats all i know.

valdederon heads out after that but causes an earth queake to tear the tavern down traping them all temporarily and begins the long journey to the dark continent of baroovien. using old maps he had gotten form a laibrary only to encounter a hoard of goblins the size of a nations army.

valdederon--- you idiots actualy look intelegent for goblins.

they chuckle and grin untill a bolt of ligning strikes the hobgoblin general the shear electricity causing him to explode into a goopy purple mess the goblins looking at the once great general and back at valdederon .

valdederon--- your in my way scatter or die.

in seconds a battle erupts mean while in the castle the distant sounds of battle can be heard.

nova--- le..let me go… please .. who are you.

zorgon-- im your death..tsch looks like ive been found. . is that.. lignting.. and fire. god now ice.

nova whimpering in fear crosses her legs a puddle growing beneath her chained feet

nova--.s..sounds like my brother is here.. your in trouble now.

----- back at the beack front---

valdederon sslashes his staf out word causing a wave of energy to slize many goblins in half once jumping at his face only to be grabed by the throat and fall limp after a loud crack as valdederon crushes his throat and tosses the goblin to the side the gasping and wheasing as it struggles to breath and then whimpering as it bursts into flames for hours the battle rages valdederon getting to the citty edges and begins to walt through as he summons meteors to fall into the citty the explosions reverberating through the citty and castle walls.

zorgon--- god how many are there i hired an entire army out there .

nova tears up hearing the screams and explosions in the distance. hoping she will survive each passing second the explosions and yelling turned screaming grow closer and closer after awhile zorgon runs down to the entrance of the castle just as 6 hob goblin generals crash through thier boddies practicly turned inside out via magic and a shadowed figure slowly aproaching with the clack…. clack… clack….clack of a staf on stone the torch fire on the wall lighting the figure up . a delphox furr drenched purple with goblin blood the sounds of crumbling buildings in the distance followed by a loud crash as a wall falls over blocking the exit.

valdederon---- what is your name ass hole.. id like to know the name of my victim you kidnaped my baby sister and i wont let that slide.

the magmar stares frozen with fear barely able to mumbler zorgon untill he steals him self.

zorgon--- my name is zorgon and you will be my victim peasant theres no way your not exausted after all of that

valdederon---- SILENCE YOU IDIOT. YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO SPEAK HERE ive lost far to much in my past to loose what i have now.. prepare your self to fight .. .. tsch.. prepare to be slaughtred im not going to fight you.. im going to end you. painfuly… slowly.. brutaly… just one thing first,.. were is the riolu you kidnaped..

zorgon growls--- top of the castle tower.

with in seconds a full blowne onslaught erupts fire lightning ice water stone bullets fire balls and hundreds of others spells fly out in all directions for 6 hours the battle rages untill valdederon lands a heavy blow with a sizable chunk of boulder to the magmars chest snaping his ribs as it hits after words he picks up zorgon bu the throat and tosses him against a pillar causing it to fall over and smashing into his back…youl never escape that.. but if you do rest asured ill end you if we ever meet again.

clack… clack…clack… clack.

valdederon turns and walks away from the slowly dying magmar his lungs punctured by shards of rib and his spinke broken paralyzing him from the hip down passing out from the imense pain nova hearing the silence begins to sob untill the sound of wood on stone comes up the stares and the familliar shape of valdederons body fills the blury void

valdederon--- chin up princess. your big brother is here.

nova---..y,.. you.. they are.. so.. so many

a gental flick of her nose silences her jumbled thoughts

valdederon------your life is far more important to me.. he hired monsters. no one will miss a pile of goblin filth and the mag mar was a acriminal

nova--mmmpph.. i…w..wet my self.. i..

valdederon-- lets go find a hotspring to wash up at .

he gently unchains and picks her up and lets her sob into his shoulder ignoring her claws digging into his flesh and soon enters a hotspring with her and rubs her back gently letting her have her time to let out all her bottled up fear and sadness for a solid 3 hours she cries and cries and cries settling into hickups.

valdederon---- feel better now..its ok to cry you must have wanted to cry while you were beeing held. but wanted to apear strong.. im proud of you for holding strong untill i got here for you

nova---im hungry i havent eaten in a couple days…

valdederon--- i have some berries in my item box for you lets get washed up first though ok.

she sniffles and nods and avldederon gets up out of the hot spring and lets her wash up on her own in private then washes him self after shes finished sitting at the edge to share a pile of oran berries with his baby sister.

nova--- will you be in trouble..

valdederon chuckles neverously knowing he nuked his room

valdederon--- maybey.. i did vaporise my bedroom.

she giggles hearing than and falls asleep in his lap paw in her mouth for comfort as she shivers still stressed but noticably comforted by his presence.

#pmd #pokemon #story

[wonderlandleighleigh]

I think I sent you a prompt about Abe, Lemny and Joel talking and Joel being the butt of the convo. But maybe I just didn't see your post 🙈😅 (or my phone is lagging 😅)

(Hi! If you don't see your prompt filled, it means I just didn't do it. Oftentimes it's just because an idea doesn't readily come to me, so it marinates in the askbox until I get an idea. And sometimes it's a day later, or a week later, and sadly sometimes it's never.)

(Let me see what I can do)

Catskills Vignette #9

"Ah, the lawyers had me on the phone for a fucking hour today trying to get some language right," Lenny grouses as he takes a drag off his cigarette.

It's a cool night, and he and Abe are relaxing on the porch of the Bungalow. Midge and Rose have taken the kids to watch a magic show (Susie got Alfie the gig here at Steiner's), so it's given them some time for a quiet after-dinner chat. Lenny with his cigarettes and Abe with his pipe.

"They'll get it all figured out," Abe assures him. "They'll charge you a limb to do it, but they will."

Lenny chuckles and shakes his head. "Thank god money hasn't been an issue. The writing gigs have been paying the bills quite readily these days."

"It helps when you're good at it," Abe tells him. "Some of the guys at the Voice get a little touchy when you step in with guest column. They don't appreciate being shown up."

"Fuck 'em," Lenny smirks.

"Hey, Abe. Lenny."

They both turn their heads at once, catching sight of Joel standing at the stairs of the front porch.

"Joel," Abe nods.

Lenny gives a curt nod as he takes another drag off his cigarette. "Get bored of the magic show?"

"It wasn't really my thing," Joel tells him. "What are you two up to?"

"Crochet circle," Lenny says.

Abe chuckles. "We were just talking about Lenny's appeal process."

"Right, the appeal," Joel nods. "Sounds uh...sounds stressful."

"Sure," Lenny shrugs. "Though I guess some people get off on it or whatever."

"Please do not say 'get off on it,'" Abe groans.

Lenny chortles a little. "Sorry, Abe. I forget the whole almost-father-in-law thing."

"Is that still actually happening?" Joel asks. "I mean you and Midge have been engaged for what? Almost a year now?"

"There isn't any rush," Abe says evenly. "Once the appeal goes through they'll get around to it."

"What if it doesn't?" Joel asks. "You gonna just...never get married?"

Lenny widens his eyes playfully. "The world may never know."

"No, really, you just gonna leave her hanging in limbo?" Joel asks. "That ain't right."

"No one is in limbo, Joel," Lenny says. "If the appeal doesn't go through, I'll do my four months in the workhouse and when I get out we'll get married. After that experience I'll likely be more than eager to be the perfect house husband."

Joel turns to Abe. "I still can't believe you're willing to let Midge get hitched to a criminal."

Abe sighs heavily and takes a puff off of his pipe. "Joel, do you know why I never really liked you?"

"Because you thought I was an idiot with annoying parents who wasn't good enough for your daughter?"

"Yes, but aside from all of that," Abe says.

"Why?" Joel snaps.

"You lack the conviction of your beliefs," Abe tells him. "Lenny isn't some petty thief-"

"I am, but - never mind."

"He's not a murderer. He's not some maniac."

"There are people who would beg to differ," Lenny cuts in and is ignored.

"If he serves his time it will be because he spoke his mind in a public forum, which is actually a right that is - should be - protected," Abe explains. "Is his humor vulgar and a little terrible? Yes."

"Thank you," Lenny nods.

"But the idea that he will go to jail for daring to make good points about uncomfortable things is not his failing," Abe says. "It's our society's failing."

The three men stay in the silence of that point for a long moment.

"And unlike you," Abe goes on quietly. "Lenny is secure in how much he loves my daughter. And you never were. But you can't bear to let her go, either. You lack the conviction."

Abe and Joel stare each other down while Lenny looks up at the sky, taking a long drag off of his cigarette.

"I'm gonna go," Joel says quickly.

Abe nods. "Goodnight, Joel."

Lenny nods too. "See ya."

As he rushes off, Abe turns back to Lenny. "What kind of language did they need cleared up?"

"The meaning of the word 'guilty' in regards to my case."

"Oy vey."

#fic #au #tmmm #Lenny Bruce #Abe Weissman #Joel Maisel #Midge x Lenny #Midge/Lenny