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xerith-42 · 4 months

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MCD Fighting Style breakdown

for @gonedreaminggg as a treat. I took your initial list, added a few ideas I came up with, had a breakdown, Bone apple teeth!

- Laurance: As seen in canon Laurance mainly uses a single large sword, though in his early appearances he uses a sword and a shield. I feel like Laurance has trained in multiple styles of combat to varying degrees. He's really good with a single sword of any size, and he can fight sword and shield. His dual wielding is lacking and he can tell every time he watches Dante fight. A lot of Laurance's movements are very basic forms of sword combat with slight variations and flare. Laurance is really light on his feet, so much so that when he really gets into a fight, it almost looks like he's gliding sometimes.

- Garroth: An absolute tank. Fuck what canon says here, Garroth has trained exclusively in fighting with a sword and shield. It is his bread and butter. His ass would not know what to do with a second sword, and nobody really tried to train him in anything else because he's so good at what he does. Garroth can and will always take the hits, he's a barbarian who manages to suppress the rage until he's forced to multiclass into paladin thanks to the relic. Always on the front lines, so good at throwing himself into danger, he wants to die a warriors death and go to Valhalla and both Aph and Laurance are like "Garroth please stop."

- Dante: Dual Wielding jack ass my beloved. Dual wielding isn't a super common style of combat just because it requires so much coordination and there's definitely a quantity over quality problem with guards in Ru'aun. Dante studies an unconventional style of fighting to stand out, and it works. He's super limber and flexible, at least when he's a teenager, and he's fast as fuck. Dante will absolutely be the one getting insane hit combos and doing like 8 attacks per round. He loves bragging about this so much, even though he has to slow down a little as he gets older and his body can't quite move the way it used to.

- Aphmau: Oh Aphmau... Can I call you Aph? You poor thing. In my brain Aph is partially trained by Garroth and Zenix in her early days, but she also just has some really good instincts from being Irene's reincarnation. She learns basic archery from Zenix, and a lot of basics in sword fighting from Garroth. She tends to prefer one lightweight weapon, though she does learn to get comfortable with larger weapons. She's shorter than a lot of her opponents so she likes having a lighter weapon that let's her move fast and go for the fucking knees. She does not fuck around in a fight, she will go straight for the kill. All the guards have some sort of honor/respect for their opponents. She doesn't. She will fucking kill you.

- Travis: Travis is the jack of all trades. You put a weapon in his hand and he knows how to use it. He's not particularly great with any one weapon, and he never has a preference. He was taught to always have his guard up and always be able to defend himself, so Travis is much more comfortable with being given a weapon and using it instead of having a preference. He carries a long sword with him everywhere he goes, but that's just in case he can't get his grubby little paws on something else. He also uses potions a lot more in battle than anyone else thinks to, so he's able to make up for any shortcomings in his fighting.

- Katelyn: Punch people at the perfect weak points of their body. Katelyn has done a lot of study into human anatomy and medicine, and she knows all the weak points of the body for taking someone out in a certain way. Want a quick knockout? There's a pressure point on the back of the neck she can hit while blindfolded. Want to make someone winded? Hit them in the solar plexus. Katelyn has honed her body for this style of fighting, she is ripped as fuck, and while she isn't the fastest fighter, mostly due to her still wearing armor, her strikes are powerful enough to make up for it.

- Lucinda: Evil!! She uses her witchcraft obviously, which I have a lot of thoughts about. I think it's basically being a prepared/component caster, so how well she does in a fight depends on what components she brings into it. But Lucinda literally has like three bags of holdings, she can always whip up something to kick your ass. And if she can't, her staff is definitely made out of some ancient tree and she'll just sweep people off their feet with it and then concuss them with the giant curved end of it. She prefers to take people down non-lethally if possible, especially because witchcraft is very susceptible to accidentally killing people, but if you hurt her friends, it's on sight,

- Zane: Despite his high position, Zane isn't particularly good with any large weapons. I always envision Zane to be somewhat lanky in his stature, and definitely the weakest out of his brothers. He doesn't want to be seen as a threat initially, and as shown in the series, he'd much prefer to find a non physically violent way to kill you. If he has to, he's always got knives hiding on his person, in his robe, in his belt, in his boots, man's always has a way to kill just in case.

- Nana: Magic in this universe is spontaneous casting, where most spells don't need active prep work, and fewer components. Like she needs her dolls as vessels and some magical energy that's naturally present in her body and she's good. I don't think Tu'la was always a safe place, and she likely learned to defend herself from a young age. But Nana isn't really good with conventional weapons like swords or bows, no, she knows how to dent your brain with a frying pan. She doesn't like being violent, but if you threaten her friends or family, she will absolutely demolish you with a cutting board.

- Vylad: The archer!! I like to think Vylad tried to spar with Garroth like once and hated it so much. He hates eye contact and getting close to people, so instead they learn how to be an absolute master of ranged combat. Vylad knows how to stab someone with a short sword in a desperate situation, but he'd much rather be perched on a tree above the battlefield and rain arrows from above. Vylad is also incredibly stealthy and faster than anyone else. So people see his perch and try to get there to take him down or have their own archers fire back, but he's already gone.

- Sasha: Sasha moves so gracefully, so fluidly, and almost enchantingly. For her fighting is a performance, she's gonna kill several people and she's gonna look good while doing it. Even when she was a trained guard she made herself stand out with an affinity for smaller curved blades that naturally assisted her fluid movements. She makes fights into an endurance test, cutting people up and whittling them down. But if she needs to kill, she knows how to do it in a single swipe and knows the weak points that guards are taught to protect, and the ones they aren't. She's such a menace :)

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teez-the-time · 3 months

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dear may, i had to stop reading your san warrior fic a few times because my eyes are just filled with tears. 😭💕

excuse my wordings as i am not a writer but more so of a reader instead but your whole writing was done in such a wonderful way that i was left speechless and of course, in tears once again.

sannie written as such hopeless romantic and absolutely brave warrior is so accurately depicted that i truly believe he definitely can be one in his past life! 🙈

i guess as i am typing this, i just want to thank you so much for this brilliant piece of art that you decided to share with us here. 💖

hope this is just the first of many from you! 🥹

- ✨anon

MY. HEART. STOP.

No but, ever since I posted "Choi San, Wolf Warrior" I've received so many heartwarming messages and reviews that I literally had to sit down. You really have no idea how much a little support means to someone who never expected any kind of reaction from others. While I planned to continue posting my stories even if no one saw them, these kind of messages encourage me to keep exploring my potential.

I was SUPER nervous when I posted the story. For a moment, I even thought of deleting it and never having it see the light of day. I'm glad I didn't. I also contemplated making a second part, but ultimately decided to leave it as it is and not wear off the magic. Nevertheless, seeing that you like it so much...I present you a little story of Y/N and San before the big events of the story.

Lastly, dear anon: I obviously don't know you, but thank you for that beautiful message. Keep supporting ATINY authors with your sweet words, since many will appreciate them.

XOXO -May

Pairing: Warrior! San x Chief's daughter! Fem! Reader

Genre: fantasy, action, romance

Warnings: some cursing and metions of sex, but nothing explicit, Y/N and San are both whipped pt. 2.

Wc: 1.8k

Taglist: @darkdayelixer

You could barely see the ground in front of you as you walked through one of the furthest parts of the village in the middle of the night. It was way past the usual time you would have been home asleep, but one of your friends had come to you begging for your help. Apparently, San had come back with the other young men of the village from a successful hunt and was celebrating with some of your friends.

The problem?

Choi San, the fearless warrior, had lost to alcohol and now refused to stop drinking despite being pretty drunk. Seeing that no one was able to make him desist on his attempt to become a rum barrel, your friends resorted to an infallible plan: getting you to take him home.

That’s why you now found yourself walking on a dark path, alone, cursing his name to all the gods above.

May god curse that lightweight idiot, you thought to yourself.

You heard the laughter before you saw anyone. Partially hidden by a dense patch of trees and bushes, the young people of your village used the clearing as a meeting spot for this type of gathering. Consumed by your duties as the chief’s daughter, you had to excuse yourself from attending the party with your friends.

Well, I guess not anymore.

Your friends were scattered around the place. The majority stood in groups in different parts of a small clearing, others sat down on stools. A small group sat on the floor, listening to one of the boys play a guitar. At last, you saw San sitting with some mutual friends around a small wooden table. He couldn’t see you, as his back faced you (but you could recognize his blushed ears anywhere), and nobody seemed to have noticed your presence so far. You walked towards him, trying to be as silent as possible in case someone saw you. It’s not like you didn’t like this type of gathering, but it was pretty late and you had to get San back to his house and then go back to yours. You couldn’t stay for much.

As you approached the group, you could hear San talking, and from your friends’ expressions, he was talking nonsense.

“I am telling you,” he was insistent, but the slur of his words wasn’t very convincing, “no one can compare. Fucking impossible. I witness it with my two eyes every single day. The standards are so high it’s fucking ridiculous”.

You wondered what the hell he was talking about, but as you got closer, you caught your friend Wooyoung’s eyes. He showed you his mischievous smile before turning back to his drunk friend.

“Sanie, but what the hell are you talking about?” he asked San, who made an exasperated gesture.

“Are you dumb or deaf, Jung Wooyoung?” San sloppily motioned for his friends to listen carefully. “I’ll repeat it one more time ‘cause apparently y’all have been hit in the head enough times to become stupid. Y/N is the most perfect human being to ever exist”.

Your eyes widened, and the people that had noticed you started laughing. San didn’t like that. “What the fuck are you laughing at? Listen to me. Liiiisten. Wait, I got dizzy. Okay, I’m good again. So, listen to me”.

“Y/N is literally sooooo perfect sometimes it gets ridiculous. Like, she is so beautiful it doesn’t make sense. None at all. And it’s all the time. Not once in her life has she ever been ugly. No, wait. One time, when we were eleven, she slipped on sheep shit and got covered in it. She smelt horrible and cried like a baby. But now that I think about it, she looked so cute even though she was embarrassed. Goddammit!”

He covered his face, as he couldn’t bear the flutter of his heart. San dragged his hands through his cheeks and continued talking. “And that’s, like, just from the outside. From the inside, she is sooooo smart. Way too smart for her good actually. Hongjoong hyung, you are clever, but you look dumb compared to her. Sometimes, I feel like I’m too stupid to be with her.” He interrupted his speech with a gasp of horror. “Oh my god! What if she leaves me for someone more intelligent?”

His friend, Seonghwa, swatted his arm. “Yah, Sanie! Don’t even think about that!”

San downed the whole mug of beer he had been holding despite everyone’s protests. “But I’m right! She’s so much fucking better than me. She’s beautiful, smart, kind, responsible, and everyone loves her! Hell, I think my parents like her more than me. I mean, I don’t know, but I don’t blame them. Oh, and there’s nothing she can’t do. I’m not joking. She knows medicine, she helps her dad, and she even cooks. Her kimchi, hyung!”. He let out a hiccup and a sniff. “Wait, what was I talking about? Oh right, Y/N. Yes! She’s even good at sex-”

That was your cue to stop his drunk rambles. “Woah, woah. Time for me to stop this party for you, sir.”

San didn’t pay you attention and kept rambling. “Oh no, I promised her that I wouldn’t talk about her like that. Forget the last part. I didn’t say shit about sex. It’s just…it’s just…I haven’t seen her since we left and I miss her sooooo much”. He stopped, his eyes widening. “Gods, I think I even heard her voice just now”.

If your friends weren’t laughing at San’s drunken antics before, they certainly were now. You put your hand on his shoulder. “Sanie, I’m here. It’s time to go home”.

San looked at you as if he had seen a ghost. “Oh my gods! I’m starting to hallucinate”.

In any other circumstance, you would’ve been rolling on the floor with laughter, but you were getting more and more frustrated with him. “San. You are drunk. Time to come home”.

“No!” he refused, holding the empty mug to his chest and pouting, “I won’t follow a fake Y/N. Get out, you impostor!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. “Sanie, I’m not a fake. It’s me Y/N. I came here to take you home”.

San narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Hmm, I still don’t believe you. Tell me something only the real Y/N would know!”

Surprisingly, it wasn’t the first time he had pulled something similar. You sighed and answered his demand. “Your name is San and your family name is Choi”.

With that simple answer, his entire face lit up. He grinned from ear to ear and grabbed your hand. “You are my Y/N! Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

You had to fight the urge to knock his teeth out, as it would be too bothersome to explain to his parents how his son lost them. “Yes, I am Y/N. Come with me”.

You didn’t have to repeat yourself. Without letting go of your hand, he grabbed the few things he had brought with him and stood up from his seat. His smile was unwavering. “Let’s go home, darling. It’s way too late for you to be out!”

Drunk San was more ridiculous than normal San, so you made no effort to point his logic out. You just slung his arm over your shoulders to help him walk and said goodbye to your friends (who weren’t also totally hammered and didn’t make some colourful suggestions about home activities).

Even if you were annoyed by how drunk San was, you had to admit he was pretty funny when he was in this state. It wasn’t usual for him to drink this much, or at all, which was something you would have to inquire later. But, for now, you enjoyed the nonsense he was humming and muttering. The warmth of his body comforted you in the middle of the night chill.

“My love,” he called out to you. Lately, he seemed more comfortable calling you that in more public settings. “My love, Y/N. I have to admit something”.

“What is it, Sanie?” you inquired.

“I am drunk,” he said dead-seriously, “like super drunk. I don’t know why I drank so much. I am sorry”.

You held back a laugh, hearing how upset he sounded by the end of the sentence. “It’s okay, Sanie. You don’t have to apologise. I’m not mad.”

“Are you sure?” he asked and you repeated your answer. “You’re literally the best ever. I was gonna say best friend, but you aren’t my best friend anymore”.

“Oh?” you played along, knowing there was something he wanted to say, “then who is your best friend now? Wooyoungie? Yeosangie?”

San shook his head energetically. “Nop. They can’t compare to you. You are my best friend, but, like, you aren’t my friend. I don’t like any words for you. You…you are…my love. My Y/N”.

In the middle of that night, on the road you both took together to go home, you choked at San’s confession. You were always impressed at how he wore his heart on his sleeve, never afraid of judgment or rejection. You, on the other hand, were more reluctant to let others in, your guard having been broken by only a few; one of which you carried on your shoulders at this very moment.

“Me too…” you said barely above a whisper, “I can’t find a word for you, my love…”

For a few moments, neither of you said a word, letting the silence speak for yourselves. You could feel he was regaining sobriety, although a throbbing headache would be waiting for him in the morning. His house stood at the end of the road, and yours wasn't too far away. It was time to say your goodbyes for the night, but you were already planning on stopping by again to leave him some medicine.

"Y'know, we're already twenty," San stated the obvious once again, "we only have to wait two more years".

You didn't dare to say anything. You both arrived at his door, and San removed his arm from your shoulders, but he didn't let go of you. Instead, he placed a hand on the small of your back and pulled you closer to him. His other hand found nest on your cheek. From that distance, you could see speckles of moonlight in his eyes, who looked at you with intensity.

"Gods, I can't wait for those two years," he whispered before capturing your lips with his. You reciprocated the kiss, tangling your hands on the hair of his nape. It tasted like alcohol but, somehow, San made it sweeter.

It was perfect, just like him.

You broke away for air, but it wasn't enough for San. He pecked your lips twice more before removing himself from you. You helped him open the door to his home, as he still struggled with basic coordination. He turned around to look at you for one last time, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you~," he grinned and waved at you excitedly as he closed the door slowly. San's figure disappeared from your sight, but you heard a couple of stumbles and curses from the inside.

You smiled to yourself.

I can't wait either.

#ateez #teez-the-time #ateez fanfic #atiny #choi san #san #ateez imagines #ateez fic #ateez x reader #san x reader #san fluff #san smut #san angst #ateez fluff

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level2janitor · 6 months

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Iron Halberd is fully releasing today!

Iron halberd is now done playtesting and fully released! Major additions since the playtest include a bestiary, rules for building strongholds and waging warfare, cleric miracles based on how well your character impresses their god, tons of small and large improvements to wording & playability, a quick reference sheet for easy rules-checking at the table, robust GM and player guidance, and loads of shiny new treasure.

Semi-random but equally competent characters, defined by their equipment loadout. Character creation involves a lot of random die rolls mixed with player input, and all resulting characters can contribute effectively.

All attributes viable for all characters, regardless of playstyle. A heavy-armored weapon-user is just as viable focusing on Stamina and Power as they are focusing on Speed and Spirit; the same goes for book-toting spellcasters, well-prepared dungeoneers or anything in between.

Classless customization with support for different types of warriors, light-armored swashbucklers, heavily armored knights, rangers, thieves, scholars and alchemists; wizards, witches and bards with distinct spellcasting styles; ritualists and priests of any sort of god.

Streamlined design while keeping robust subsystems. The core moment-to-moment rules are quick and lightweight, but the system's loaded up with rules for forging equipment and artefacts, brewing potions, hiring and managing followers, foraging for food, tracking time and torchlight during dungeon crawls and downtime, and stealth and reaction rolls during random encounters.

Slow leveling with an emphasis on in-world progression. Gaining experience and levels is made a smaller portion of a character's power budget, instead focusing more on discovering treasure and artefacts, forming alliances, raising armies, and building strongholds as your primary form of character progression.

Simple, lethal and open-ended combat that goes by quickly and allows for creativity in critical moments. Uses abstract positioning instead of specific measurements, characters constantly doing exciting maneuvers, and slow healing which ensures all damage taken isn't just a today problem.

#iron halberd #ttrpg #osr #nsr #rpg #so glad to have this finally out

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milkb0nny · 6 months

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Hello request for Ivar here ❤️ could you maybe write something about him and his best ( female) friend, who is a really good shield maiden?

Maybe they train together? Maybe they drink together after a good fight?

Thanks ❤️

You and Beer

Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader (platonic)

Summary: Your shared bond with Ivar left you invincible, allowing you to grow into a skilled shield maiden. Unfortunately, disrespectful men still strain your mind a little. In these times you seek comfort in your best friend Ivar. Today's evening you come with a little beer and teases, trying to cheer Ivar and you up.

Note: This request was a lovely change in writing! I rarely get platonic requests which is kinda sad. Thank you very much, I hope you like it! 🤎

Warnings: uncomfortable encounter with men, consumption of alcohol

word count: 1.423

The day gradually transitioned into evening, painting the sky with warm orange hues as a gentle chill swept through the bustling streets of Kattegat. Your daily routine had just drawn to a close – a rhythm filled with tasks that ranged from finishing chores to assisting your family and engaging in training.

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You were the daughter of a skilled warrior, a man held in high regard among the ranks of the Viking soldiers. Your father had always treated you with the utmost respect, love and care, and had embraced your unique aspiration to become the most celebrated shield maiden.

As you grew up you idolized the women who where wielding their iron swords. Your admiration extended to the most legendary of these heroines, including the formidable Lagertha. Thankfully, your brothers had often taken you along on their hunting expeditions, providing you with invaluable knowledge in the arts of stealth and combat. These experiences had been essential in shaping you into the warrior you aspired to become. You were more than grateful for your family’s support, as it wasn’t expected and there were girls who could only become wives who bore children. Your father, who held a deep love for you, had first harbored concerns about your confronting the brutal realities of war.

After all, the realm of warfare included not just the skill of swordsmanship, but also the grim elements of bloodshed, hatred, suffering, and the aftermath of the fallen. The sight of lifeless bodies left a mark on your soul, at times causing you to contemplate the worthiness of your path. While you were inherently honest, witnessing the gruesome aftermath of battle often left you with a heavy heart. Time by time you managed to handle these emotions and you had proven to be mentally strong enough to your father.

Shortly after he had acknowledged your willpower, he had given you your first shield and sword. During these trying times, your childhood friend, Ivar, had been your steadfast companion. At first your relationship started with Hvitserk, who had invited you to their training due to your father’s request. Then you began to overpower even some of the brothers since you were quick witted, fast and flexible. Surely, your sword wasn’t as big and heavy but the lightweight of your weapon allowed you to be even deadlier.

Your prowess with a blade served as a wellspring of inspiration for Ivar, urging him to exceed your accomplishments. The two of you constantly challenged each other, engaging in fierce battles, hurling axes through the air, and occasionally resorting to spirited, even raucous, confrontations. Nevertheless your rivalry had developed into a memorable friendship you adored and cherished.

He was your drinking buddy, your best advisor and the only one you truly trusted. Ivar wasn’t afraid to spill the honest truth whenever you needed a second opinion, and he never talked behind your back. Besides his usual anger issues you loved him dearly, as he was your best friend. You knew his every move, you even understood how his mind worked, giving you a major advantage compared to others.

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However, on this particular day, Ivar was absent from your training sessions. Your focus had been on honing your strength, leading you to practice with your father. These moments were especially precious to you, as your father often found himself engrossed in the demands of his responsibilities. The training session left you thoroughly exhausted, but you continued your routine, proceeding to attend to your household duties and gather the vegetables your mother had requested. Thus far, your day had unfolded in a relatively relaxing way.

That was until you entered the big residence where the villagers gathered to spill their heads full with alcohol. This was a place you had often enjoyed spending your time, particularly under the influence of alcohol, engaged in spirited discussions with your dear friend, Ivar. Yet, tonight, a different aura hung in the air, brought about by the presence of unfamiliar faces who had apparently discovered your hidden beauty.

One of these strangers took it upon himself to initiate contact, offering you a flattery that was poorly masked by the reek of alcohol and sweat that clung to him. The audacity of their approach unsettled you, as the combination of unfamiliar faces and unpleasant odors did not sit well with you.

“Hello, beautiful. I didn’t expect such a rare gem to reside in this town,” one of them greeted you, his words laced with false charm.

You raised your eyebrow, answering coldly, “Not beautiful and not a rare gem. Get over yourselves.”

Unfortunately, these men were not quick to accept your rejection. In the fashion typical of their kind, they inched closer, attempting to persuade you to follow them. However, your head remained held high, and there was not a trace of fear on your face, only a resolute anger that etched your delicate features.

“You don’t want to ruin our evening, do you?” the other one tried to pressure you, resorting to guilt-tripping, though your lack of fear remained.

Without hesitation, you swiftly turned and walked away, leaving the two men behind. You chose not to engage further with them, for you were uncertain of their status, whether they were mere guests or held some importance in the community. Well, important or not - they should’ve learned some respect for women.

As you continued your evening, watching the sun set behind the horizon, you couldn't help but reflect on the discomfort that often accompanied interactions with such men. It left you with a lingering sense of unease, as if you were tainted by their crude remarks and behavior. Their filth just crossed your lines, staining your mind with the smell and comments. Although these two back in the hall were one of the friendlier ones, you still remained irritated.

Strolling through the familiar streets, your thoughts focused on the events of the evening, and your frustration hung heavy in the air. It was then that you happened upon Ivar, who sat alone on the shore, his gaze fixed on the dark waters. In your downed mood, you decided to gift him some company. You grabbed a couple of beers before heading over to where he sat.

“You want some?” you offered, your voice lightening as you approached him.

Ivar turned to you, a quick smile spreading across his lips. "You better expect me to," he replied, his tone filled with anticipation.

With a nod, you settled down beside him, handing him one of the beverages. You leaned back, letting out a sigh of frustration.

“What’s up? You look like a dead one,” Ivar remarked, his perceptive gaze studying your expression closely.

“Hmm, nothing. Just disgusting men, as the usual,” you replied, sipping your beer and allowing the warmth of the alcohol to wash over you. “And what about you? You’re sitting here all alone like an old man.”

Ivar averted his gaze, focusing on the sea, basking in the beauty of the night. He had always cherished the serenity of the night, where the moon's gentle light caressed the contours of the landscape, and the water mirrored its cool radiance, shimmering against the shore.

“The same old story for me as well," he admitted. "My brothers find great amusement in mocking me and provoking me."

You couldn't help but chuckle softly, taking another sip from your beer.

“You really should work on those anger issues, Ivar,” you suggested in a jokingly way, putting your hand on his broad shoulder.

He took it with humor and laughed as well, “Says you, who can't deal with some reeking scoundrels," he teased, silently appreciating your company.

“You're not much better," you retorted, finishing your beer and gazing up at the night sky.

Ivar followed, emptying his own drink. "Care to fetch some more, y/n? I feel like going all out tonight," he proposed, turning his attention back to you.

You readily agreed, rising to your feet. "Just don't make me carry you home again, you're a heavy burden," you commented, before the two of you headed to the next tavern, where you would while away the rest of the night in each other's company.

Ivar and you found solace in the company of each other, the world's burdens momentarily lifted by the bond you shared. Those moments that made the challenges of your days bearable. The night belonged to you and Ivar, and the burdens of the day faded into obscurity as you lost yourselves in laughter, gossip, and the simple pleasure of each other's trust.

#ivar x reader #ivar lothbrok #vikings ivar #ivar ragnarsson #ivar the boneless #ivar the boneless x reader #vikings x reader #vikings x you #vikings

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soulcorra · 2 years

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Meeting Obi-Wan and Anakin for the first time, one might think they've got it all figured out.

Anakin Skywalker - Hero with no fear - the youngest Jedi General in the GAR, cocky and arrogant, sure of himself. One of the best pilots in the Order, a brilliant mechanic and a skilled warrior. He sure means trouble for his enemies and friends alike.

Obi-Wan Kenobi - the famed Negotiator - the first to defeat a Sith in a one-on-one battle in a millennium while not even being a Knight, he radiates calmness and quiet confidence, that assures all around him that nothing will go wrong with him in charge.

And obviously, Obi-Wan is the steady anchor to Anakin's wildness.

Most often, this is the impression that this famous pair gives to all who know them for no longer than thirty minutes of some fancy meeting.

And then something inevitably happens.

And a completely different side of them reveals.

Eloquent and suave Master Obi-Wan, who always looks collected and put together, who people think will give a look of disapproval to anyone who as much as implies something impolite, this Jedi Master - swears worse than a Spicer during a streak of bad luck in sabback.

And his shameless apprentice - the one who sasses Sith and Separatists alike, the one who is not afraid to dive head first into the thick of a battle - blushes every time, and scolds Obi-Wan in a high embarrassed voice.

When Cody first witnessed such a scene, he thought he was hallucinating. There is no way his dignified and ever-polite General will ever utter a phrase like 'brainless bantha-kriffing moron' into General Kleeve's face before hitting him square in the jaw.

It can't be that Obi-Wan will toss his lightsaber towards Cody and throw himself into hand-to-hand combat. And be a street fighter to boot! He even bites!

For Rex, he thought it was some convoluted plan to mislead the Separatists.

Because it's impossible for his General to cast a look of such indignation when he hears his Master mutter curses under his breath after their squad got caught up in an ambush.

Rex didn't even know Anakin's ears could flush such a vivid red color. Or that he blushes down his neck.

He also didn't expect him to be such a lightweight. Anakin literally gets drunk just by getting a wiff of something vaguely alcoholic. Rex lost count of how many times he had to drag Anakin back into his quarters after some kind of diplomatic mission. This was not something the Longnecks had trained them for. Rex definitely hadn't been prepared for it.

Or to see General Kenobi drink twelve of his brothers under the table without even batting an eye. While wearing Force blocking cuffs!

It was a little disturbing. But also weirdly soothing.

The Jedi have always been somewhat separated from the rest of the Galaxy. Their powers and abilities were frightening, making all around forget that they were also just people, that they had feelings and fears.

But watching an outraged Anakin chastise Obi-Wan after yet another tough battle helped to remember that.

And also made Cody and Rex's pockets fuller.

After all, there was no way Master Kenobi will ever swear, or Anakin Skywalker will ever proclaim his love to his droid after only one sip of moonshine.

Absolutely no way.

#star wars #codywan #clone wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #commander cody #capitan rex #crack

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vytels · 6 months

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Part Five of the Rex Raises Luke AU

For some context, Rex paints Jaig Eyes onto Luke's helmet after the Battle of Yavin. Furthermore, Luke has a phase one clone helmet because "it's skinny and lightweight, easier for me to move in!!" Let me know if guys have any questions about this AU or more!!

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“Where can I find the Jedi?” Din’s voice had cut through the tension in the air, leaving no room for questions or avoidance.

Bo-Katan had slid her helmet off and looked at him, her eyes piercing through his visor. “There are two Jedi that I know of. If you take your foundling to Calodan on the forest planet of Corvus, you will find Ahsoka Tano.”

Calculations had filled his head as his head dipped, his voice lowering once again. “And the other one?”

“No one finds him.” Bo-Katan had taken a breath. “He finds you.”

He finds you.

And as Din stared up at the man towering over him, he understood what the wayward Mandalorian meant.

Dents and scuffs littered the white helmet, dirt smeared across the narrow sides, and soot covered the filters. Blue splashed up from the chin, drenching the visors and mouth guard, but they couldn’t hide the flecks of orange cradling the sides of the helmet that rose in two lines toward the back. But it was the two two triangular lines across the brows that caught Din’s attention.

The man was adorned with Jaig Eyes.

That fact almost wiped away every other detail about the man, like how his armor continued across his shoulders, trailing to his arms in sweeps of orange and blue. It was nearly hidden by the black cloak clinging to him, wrapping around his body and hiding the warrior inside.

Of course, there was his lightsaber too.

The green saber hissed out of life as the man stepped back, retracting the spray of light that it had given.

Din didn’t know what to say, so he said the first thing that he could grasp.

“Are you a Jedi?”

“I am,” the man replied.

“Are you Mandalorian?”

“Not quite.”

Confusion swept across him, but before he could ask, the man reached toward his helmet. His fingers played across the edges of his helmet, hissing as the seal released and it slipped from his head. Blond hair swayed out of bunched curls, sticking to sweat across his forehead, and blue eyes opened with a smile.

Something pounded against his heart, nearly stealing a breath.

“My name is Luke Skywalker,” the man said, “My father is Rex, a former Clone Captain.”

The words swirled in Din’s mind and his vision tilted, his head beginning to pound. “Your father… Was he a Mandalorian?”

Luke’s brows furrowed and concern flashed in his eyes. The emotion swept across his face as he knelt down and placed a hand on Din’s shoulder, his fingers hovering over the tender flesh and aching muscles.

“You’re concussed,” Luke said.

Din frowned. “No, you just don’t make any sense.”

The comment dragged a smile across the man’s face. “Maybe that’s true, but blood is also seeping from your helmet.”

“Oh,” Din replied.

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dimenirvana · 1 year

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Father’s plan 🙏🏼🕊️ UFC 280

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theresattrpgforthat · 11 months

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THEME: Space and Stars

This week's themes are all loosely categorized under space, from space-westerns, to space-fantasy, to some games entirely within their own genre.

Boar Beasts on A Barbarous Planet, by Z.W. Garth.

Boar Beasts on a Barbarous Planet is a 2-page Push Powered roleplaying game of boarfolk warriors surviving on a planet of swords-and-lasers, covered in hostile biomes and littered with the sci-fi tech of planetary invaders who couldn't cut it in this harsh world.

Players take on the role of warriors dedicated to protecting their sounder from the many threats that plague them, in this harsh, psychedelic world.

Push games use an interesting 'push-your-luck' mechanic, in which your can choose to re-roll and add to your roll in order to make a "weak" success stronger - but roll too high, and you meet disaster. In my opinion, it's an SRD that feels a little over-looked in the indie scene.

This game is meant to be brutal and violent, on a world that is difficult to survive. Your characters enter the story battle-scarred, and will leave the story worse, possibly even dead. This looks to be a game that’s full of prompts and roll-tables, so if you like random generation, I recommend checking this one out.

From Out of the Boundless Deep, by Scyllaycs.

From Out the Boundless Deep is a two-player game about a mech pilot and an engineer working on the starship the Boundless. The game follows the pilot’s dangerous missions off the ship, the engineer’s meaningful repairs onboard the ship, and the brief moments the two meet between missions.

This game has two players, and no set GM. If you want to be a character who’s interacting with a dynamic set of stats and risky endeavours, you can pick up the Pilot. If you like building and modding things to set up the two of you for future challenges, then the Engineer might be more your style. The Game itself is split into two phases: Ship Phase and Mission Phase, with each phase giving the player a chance to shine. A Tarot Deck will be used to provide benefits and drawbacks throughout the course of play.

This is a game where you can really explore the conflict and community between two characters, in a situation where they can’t always communicate in a way they’d like. It doesn't demand an epic storyline but definitely has the space for it. This is also a great game for two people who have different and complimentary styles of play.

Dead Belt, by A Couple of Drakes.

Dead Belt is played by building a Belter and taking them out into the Belt to scavenge randomly-generated starships, using things you already have laying around: a six-sided die, a deck of common playing cards, and a few tokens of whatever sort happen to be close at hand.

With a dozen unique ship deck plans, over 100 flavorful prompts, and plenty of character stats to help you avert certain death, no two ships will ever feel the same. You’ll board these derelict starships, navigate barriers, dodge threats, monitor your air-supply, and salvage as you go.

You’ll deal with all the dangers lurking onboard these starships, push your luck, and finally return to spend your hard-won booty to secure better equipment, improve your skills, pay down your crippling debt, and hopefully, maybe, eventually set yourself up to live out your dreams far from the Belt.

There are three ways to play this game: Solo, Co-Op and Rivalry. This means that in a two-player game, you can choose to either work together or attempt to sabotage each-other in a race for pay. This game is an homage to Cowboy Bebop and similar Space Westerns, with a lot of tantalizing options designed for duet play.

Vaults of Vaarn, by graculusdroog.

Vaults of Vaarn is a 48-page, black and white tabletop RPG zine, which presents setting information, a full game system, and character creation procedure for adventures in Vaarn, a vast blue desert that lies at the very end of time. The game is built on the chassis of Knaveby Ben Milton, with lightweight rules, speedy character generation, and gameplay that emphasizes creativity and problem-solving on the part of players and referee.

This game setting feels like a space opera smashed together with acid fantasy, with bright colourful descriptions of strange monsters, NPC’s and locations. It is a dangerous setting that is designed to work with OSR games, primarily Knave but I have a feeling it would be pretty easy to steal ideas from this for other OSR systems as well. If you’re a fan of big space epics like Dune or weird futures like Numenera or Gamma World, this game is probably worth checking out.

If you want to see what the community has created for this setting, I recommend checking out the submissions to the Vaarn Summer Jam of 2022!

Nibiru, by Araukana Media.

Nibiru is a science fiction tabletop roleplaying game, set in a massive space station in a neighbouring solar system. Players take on the role of Vagabonds; people who woke up in the space station with no memories of their past.

Nibiru tackles themes of memory, nature and artificiality through simple mechanics, evocative art and immersive worldbuilding.

This is a game in which you create your character’s backstory as you play, filling in pieces of memory as you explore a space station filled with strange inhabitants and abandoned or deteriorating locations. The way you write about yourself will also fuel your character progression, with rewards for creativity and turning some of your memories into tools that you can use as you play. The setting is unique, evocative, and has a lot of potential to tell a compelling and heart-wrenching story.

If you want to see a bit of the game in action before buying it, there is a Quickstart Guide available on DriveThruRPG!