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lamaenthel · 3 months

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Helpless (Boba Fett, Jango Fett • 851 Words)

Solitary Confinement (CC-2224|Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano • 1575 Words)

"Bite Down On This" (CC-5052|Bly, Aayla Secura, Quinlan Vos • 868 Words)

Obedience (CT-5597|Jesse, Darth Maul, Original Mandalorian Character • 1942 Words)

Rope Burns (CT-7567|Rex, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, Darth Vader, Sabé • 1723 Words)

"You Lied To Me" (Sintas Vel, Ailyn Vel, Mirta Gev • 1284 Words)

Suffering In Silence (CC-3636|Wolffe, Plo Koon • 889 Words)

"Why Won't It Stop" (Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker • 1443 Words)

Bees Human Shield (Etain Tur-Mukan, RC-1136|Darman Skirata 876 Words)

Killing In Self Defense (Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze, Qui-Gon Jinn • 383 Words)

Time Loop "I Love You" (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano • 1931 Words)

Semi-Conscious (Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi • 604 Words)

"You Weren't Supposed To Get Hurt" (Jango Fett, Boba Fett • 798 Words)

Blood-Stained Tiles (CT-6116|Kix, CT-5597|Jesse, Anakin Skywalker • 372 Words)

"Who Did This To You?" (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi • 1590 Words)

Came Back Wrong (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi • 2935 Words)

Hostage Situation (Barriss Offee, Luminara Unduli • 729 Words)

Too Weak To Move (Ailyn Vel, Boba Fett • 2114 Words)

"Please Don't" (Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus • 458 Words)

Truth Serum (Crosshair, Omega • 1309 Words)

Unresponsive (Depa Billaba, Caleb Dume • 510 Words)

"You Weren't Meant To Be There" (N-11|Ordo Skirata, Besany Wennen • 819 Words)

Presumed Dead (Chopper, Hera Syndulla • 1735 Words)

"I'm Doing This Because I Care About You" (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, Padmé Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi • 2376 Words)

Waterboarding (Kal Skirata, N-11|Ordo Skirata • 759 Words)

"Help Them" (Alexsandr Kallus, Zeb Orrelios • 943 Words)

Left For Dead (ARC-1409|Echo • 447 Words)

"No… Not Like This" (Cal Kestis, Merrin • 403 Words)

Not Allowed To Die (CT-7567|Rex, Darth Vader, Sith!Ahsoka Tano, CC-2224|Cody • 2457 Words)

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velsims · 11 months

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Having a Crush on Classmate Ellie 🐟

This is less of a fic and more of a drabble i dunno lols. But ive been inspired because shout out cute girl in my gov’n’econ class <3

okay so you’re in class right? and maybe its the first day, and you look across the room and see this BEAUTY? completely freckled, the natural light from the windows making her green eyes glow, and youre like, stunned.

maybe you decide to “go sharpen your pencil”, so you walk over and you look over her shoulder and see her sketchbook! oh shes an artist! oh wow! and now youre blushing because artists are hot

and she’s not oblivious, she knows you’ve been over by her wayyy too long to be ”sharpening your pencil” so she’ll turn around and you’ll have to pretend not to be looking directly at her, even though you both can feel the heat in your cheeks a mile away

she’s totally smug about it too, the next day she’ll stare at you the entire time while you’re sitting there like 😳, and maybe the next day she’ll get even more bold and sit next to you. she wont say anything though, just wants to see you squirm a bit (like a little shit)

and she’ll do shit she knows drives you up the rails! playing with her pen, staring at you when you answer the prof., she’ll even bump her leg against yours just to fuck with you

then maybe, just maybe, you’ll gather up the courage to ask for her socials, and she’ll be like “took you long enough...” with that sly ass smirk on her face.

she’s mean but its okay because it means she likes you :)

#sorry if its shit #couldnt think of something real to write #Ellie Williams #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #Ellie TLOU #ellie x reader #ellie x reader tlou #lesbian #wlw #wlw yearning #blurb #tlou fanfiction #fanfic #vels drabbles

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y-rhywbeth2 · 2 months

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Bane: "Use the Netherstones to commandeer the brain and unleash your infected army, and I will count you among my chosen..."

This is the perfect point for a conflicted Durge with religious trauma and grief and identity crises rattling around their head to get close to (the start of) redemption and then slam the door shut on it at the last moment.

I will give you power; In exchange for service you will be safe from your father's wrath; I will fill the screaming void in your soul where faith and Bhaal once lived; I will give you holy purpose and the godhood you were literally made for; I will help you ensure that all you [and Orin, and Gortash] worked for [died for] will not go to waste.

Even if you don't care to serve Bane, it might be tempting to finish the work you started before Little Sister shoved a knife in your grey matter for various fucked up reasons, with or without gods getting involved.

Bane: "...Or do not. Your lust for victory still brings you one step closer to me."

And even if you do the right thing in the end; here's The Dark One's number! In case you ever change your mind and feel like embracing your inner BBEG.

#Don't mind me I've been writing fanfic scenes in my head that'll never see a word document #It really is a very close thing; whether or not Vel choses the flickers of humanity in himself or relapses into pure villainy #/durge #babbling #edgelord hours

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vellichorsdesire · 2 months

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thjnking about sleeping on same bed with f/o in each others arms ready to drift off to sleep and then notice how they’ve grown more comfortable w giving me lots of kisses (their reply to me noticing so is ‘fun to see your reaction, is all’ (because i totally don’t squirm so much in their arms while they do so)) and then me suddenly moving to cup their cheek, doing the thumb thing and go ‘how about me? can i kiss you?’ and then watch their brain just shut down right on the spot and go red as i am

#goodnight i am going to bed GOODNIGHT IM SOO NORMAL #im not normal im literally lying. im so not normal #bro if this grammar doesnt make sense ill edit it in the morning i promise i just needed to write it down im so eepy #long day tmrw too so excited #just happy to be comfy in bed rn as welll….#thinking about f/o…. hehehehegeh #Goodnight fr now . Im normal promise #❥ vels ramblings #self ship

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sneezingfetishftw-fics · 1 month

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Insufferable (2/7)

Chapter 2 is up! The next part was taking a while to write, so please enjoy this quick lil interlude with Velvette (and a bit of plot at the end), I promise we’ll get back to poor sick Vox next chapter lol.

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Velvette walked out the door, ready for action. Vox was always going on about how she could stand to learn some more professionalism, this was her chance! As she traversed the hallways, she realized there were a few other bits of bookkeeping to handle. She sent a text out to Val’s main assistant. “Filming for today is cancelled. Val currently unavailable, consider me as your point of contact for today (and probably also tomorrow.)” She pulled up Vox’s notes, grateful the man was so meticulous. Ok, plenty of talking points here, but what were all these markings? Oh. Those were the spots where Vox was planning to use his hypnotic eye, for the facts that were a harder sell (or maybe just straight up lies?) Velvette didn’t exactly have that option, she would have to rely on the skills she learned in social media to help her spin the story.

Velvette walked into the studio and all conversation stopped, everyone’s eyes on her. She reminded herself they weren’t just admiring her outfit. She had a job to do. “Vox is unavailable. I’ll be doing the interview in his place.” Several eyebrow raises, but then a sigh of relief as they realized they wouldn’t have to deal with Vox’s insufferable attitude. “Oh, and you can turn the temperature back to the default. It’s freezing in here!” Another collective sigh of relief. “How’s the equipment, everything working now?” The employee over by the AC nodded. “Good. I suppose you’re not so terrible at your job after all. Oh, and let’s turn the lights back up, it looks a bit gloomy in here.”

Another employee came up to Velvet. “We’re ready for the sound check, Ma’am.”

“Ma’am? I’m not a fossil! Try that again.”

Awkward throat clearing. “We’re ready for the sound check, Miss Velvette.”

Velvette suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. It was a little bit better of a title, she supposed. She sat down at the desk, watching with amusement as the employee lowered the mic. She took a sip from the water bottle at the desk. “Testing, testing, I’m Vox and I’m a stubborn, whiny little bastard who had to be forced to take a fucking break for once!” That’s what she wanted to say, but that wouldn’t exactly be a good way to show she could handle the responsibility. She settled for the more boring standard, and the setup was a breeze.

“I suppose we should start by addressing the elephant in the room,” the interviewer began.

“Yeah, you could stand to lose a few pounds,” Velvette thought, but she held her tongue.

“This interview was supposed to be with Vox, CEO of VoxTech.”

Velvette had thought for a while about how to answer this question. Would his illness come across as weakness, a sign that this was a good time for enemies to attack? Or would a cover-up be even more suspicious? She responded with the answer she’d prepared, with just the right level of adjacency to the truth. “Val is sick. Nothing major, but as someone who cares so much about his business partners, Vox thought it best to take it upon himself to make sure Val is well taken care of. He’ll be working from home the next few days but felt that the interview was best conducted in person, thus he sent me.” The CEO being sick was too much weakness to expose, but without a compelling reason Vox would look inconsiderate for skipping the interview. Taking care of Val had a level of believability and, Velvette was hoping, would humanize Vox a bit and enhance his likability. The interviewer seemed unimpressed. Fine, extra details then. “Vox knows that for such a big product like this there will be many questions. I’m here to handle the initial facts, and then after you’ve had a week to collect your thoughts, Vox will conduct another interview to answer those more in-depth, burning questions. We could, of course, get a different interviewer if you don’t appreciate his methods.” She flashed a toothy grin.

“No, no, that won’t be necessary,” the interviewer responded quickly. “I look forward to interviewing Vox next week.” He shuffled his papers awkwardly. “Right, then. Let’s get started.”

The interview itself passed without too much trouble. There were definitely a few moments where she had to pull something out of her arse, but the interviewer seemed to have bought it. Eventually, it was finally over. Ugh, these people were so boring.

When Velvette returned to their residence, the place was eerily quiet. No sound but the constant whirring of Vox’s fans, which could be heard even from the entryway. Velvette popped into the bedroom to see what was up. She found a mostly naked Vox (ew!), asleep and a (thankfully still clothed, also asleep) Val. A second glance at Vox revealed that he seemed to have some kind of screensaver, a little DVD icon bouncing from wall to wall of the screen. Was that normal? She couldn’t remember, she wasn’t exactly in the habit of watching him sleep. Never mind, better to let them both get some rest.

Velvette decided to continue her self-assigned responsibility of Vox’s affairs. She had just claimed the man was working from home, after all. Thankfully, his computer seemed to still be functioning. First step was checking his calendar. There was some big meeting scheduled for tomorrow. She seriously doubted Vox would be healthy enough by then. She did a quick scan of his sent messages to get a feel for the right tone, and then she sent out an update to all the participants. “Meeting rescheduled - it has come to my attention that some of you still aren’t prepared. I’m giving you until next week to figure it out. Don’t disappoint me.”

As she closed the email window and considered her next move, something caught her attention - a folder on the desktop labeled “Fuck Alastor”. Their rivalry wasn’t exactly a secret, but still she wondered just what was in there. She clicked it open and took a look. Inside were millions of photos, all of the same subject: Alastor. Captured by security cameras, perhaps? There’s no way the radio demon would willingly let Vox take so many photos of him. She stopped looking at the photos and went back to looking at the list of files in general. The most recent one was from this morning. And its file size was significantly smaller than the other files. Velvette took a look at the file details. Hidden extension? But it already had an extension - .vxc, for a raw photo from a VoxTech camera (presumably kept in original form for the sharpest image quality?). She unchecked the checkbox to reveal the actual extension: .exe. Oh. Velvette may not know computers as thoroughly as Vox, but she knew enough to know that was a bad sign. She sighed. This might be about to get a whole lot worse.

#my snezfic #snezbin hotel #I wanted to write more of the interview but then when I tried I realized I wasn’t feeling it lol I’m too impatient #could def have written vel ruder here but she’s trying to be on her best behavior #soon it will be time to make this man suffer again #also the title has grown on me so that’s nice #also if you didn’t already know or figure out form context clues - exe is an executable which is a common file type for viruses lol #based on my quick google search it seems that viruses are actually smaller than photos? who woulda guessed lol

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kleyamarki · 8 months

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Velcinta Sapphic September Day 2: Beginning

Cinta walked off the ship at her drop point on Aldhani knowing she’d probably have to be a hardass.

“This is the mission’s leader,” Kleya pulled up her picture, “Vel Sartha.”

A pristine photo of a blonde woman stared back at her, the smile obviously rehearsed and the photo’s quality, the makeup, and clothing indicated wealth that almost made Cinta roll her eyes. “A rich girl running away from her family?” she asked.

“Her cousin is our chief benefactor, but Vel volunteered to lead this one,” Kleya replied.

Cinta laughed, really just a short huff of air through her nose, “Great,” was all she believed she could say about it in Kleya’s company.

“Luthen thinks she’s ready,” there was a look in her eye that told Cinta she might actually agree with her, but her tone implied this would have to be the end of the conversation. Cinta just nodded.

She continued off the ship, through the valley as instructed, until she saw her — a hooded figure coming down from the mountain pass.

“You must be Cinta?” Vel’s voice lilted from meters away.

Cinta found her respect for the leader increased, seeing her in native Dhani clothing, expertly navigating the mountainside with a huge pack on her back, no makeup or flashy clothes in sight.

“That’s me,” Cinta looked up at Vel, shielding her eyes from the bright sun that just came up over the mountain.

“Come on,” Vel waved her up, “We have a long trek back and we need to make it before sunrise.”

And despite her hesitance on Coruscant, Cinta found herself following the rich girl running away from her family.

#velcintaseptember #velcinta #vel sartha #cinta kaz #needed to write *something* before delving into library school homework #have this

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pfirsichspritzer · 1 year

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VelCinta Week 2023: Day 5 - AU Day - Ancient Greek Mythology AU

Artemis is the goddess of the moon, the hunt, and also, the goddess of chastity.

Perfect for Vel, who isn’t at all interested in marriage, no matter how much her rich family urges her to finally find a suitable husband.

Instead, she becomes a priestess of Artemis, forever sworn to purity.

It doesn’t seem to be a problem at first.

Not until a new apprentice joins the temple, a woman named Cinta.

Maybe it’s love at first sight, Vel isn’t sure, she only knows that she has never felt anything similar to the feelings she has for the mysterious woman.

What she doesn’t know is that Cinta actually is Artemis, disguised in her human form, roaming the mortal world in search of new members for her hunt.

When Vel learns the truth she readily agrees to become one of her hunters, an immortal being, a companion who will forever stay by Cinta’s – no – Artemis’ side.

Even if she is not allowed to ever be with her, even if she is ever only going to love her from afar, it’s better than not having Cinta in her life at all. It has to be enough.

But her feelings aren’t as one-sided as Vel thinks.

And maybe, just maybe, there is a loophole.

As they later learn, Cinta is only bound to her vow to never marry. What happens between her and one of her best hunters, though, is their business alone.

@velcintaweek

#velcintaweek2023 #vel sartha #cinta kaz #velcinta #vel x cinta #andor show #mini fic #moodboard #velcinta moodboard #my writing

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chipthekeeper · 3 months

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the heart is a muscle by ChipTheKeeper

Summary: Cinta Kaz and Vel Sartha have worked together for years, becoming unlikely friends along the way. But a big opportunity on the planet of Aldhani is about to challenge the meaning of their partnership.

A/N: Hi, hello. I am back at it again in a big way. Yes this might end up being basically the same as my last real multichapter fic for them but look, I'm also adding every slightly off-the-wall headcanon I have about their backstories! Hopefully this prologue will suffice to explain those at least enough for now, but if not you can always shoot me an ask. (also I may or may not be imagining them slightly younger than they probably are in the show. kind of impossible to really know)

I'm very excited to be back and hope you are ready to do this all again with me!

The prologue and first full chapter are up now, go check it out!

#i won't lie lads i'm very pumped #let's have some fun #some....often devastating probably fun #velcinta #andor #cinta kaz #vel sartha #my writing

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vince-linder · 2 months

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Something bout relationships

Oh no, they are fighting. But they should be all happy, giddy husbands, right? Nah. No marriage or relationship is ever just happy. And this one isnt an exception at all. But dw, they still love eo. Lil writing wip towards the pic under the cut <3

"Johnny?" Vin set down his cup and stood up from the desk, just to sit down back next to his partner. "Mmh?", he looked up from his guitar to his husband, his brows furrowed in a questioning manner. Johnny was trying to finish this song, and usually Vince wouldnt interrupt him with not important stuff at times like this. Vince scooted a bit closer, hesistating to directly spit out what he was thinking for a while and needed to adress badly. "You know, we are kinda in a poly-ship with Ker and Vel, right?" A screeching sound from the guitar strings was the only sound for a moment between them. "What-" Vince took a deep breath and looked at his husband, playing around with the ring on his hand. A small smile formed on his lips as all the memories flooded him. "Come on Johnny. I dont mean it in any negative way, but-" "No. No fucking but. We are not in ANY relationship with them. At all.", Johnny stared at him angrily, like he just took the biggest punch in the guts.

After a moment of silence, Johnny stood up and paced through the living room. And Vince fully well knew to just let him ponder for a few minutes, give him room to let out all the anger and negative emotions. Still watching Johnnys ever step, seeing him attempt to say something a few times, just to close his mouth again before speaking. Finally he stopped in his movement and looked at Vince, less angry and more confused now, but still so full of energy. Vince almost smirked, but he knew to well that it would only enrage Johnny right now, but good god, was he cute like that.

"What do you mean with that even?", finally Johnny found his words, even in a kinda calm and collected manner. "Well. We spend much time together, either staying at our Mansion, or Kers. We slept together in one bed quite a few times. We have very casually Sex between the four of us. We go on Dates together, all four of us, just me and Vel or you and Ker. This feels quite a bit like dating-light, dont you think?" Vince watched him again, but this time dont gave him the room to say something against it, but stood up and placed his hands on Johnnys hips. He could feel the slight reaction, the minimal shock of Johnny, but he would not jump away form his husband. Not anymore. "I know you try to make us all believe that you dont like Vel-" "I do not like him, that is no make believe." "Mhm. Sure. Thats why the two of you cuddle together on the couch with Nibbles, watching goofy sitcoms? Or that the reason why you want him on your lap when nobody else is around? Or maybe-" "Stop it Vin! I am not into him, and I do not like him!", the anger was boiling in the rockerboy and now he pushed Vince from himself to start once more to pace through the room. "I am only doing this for your and Kers sake. Not for this homeless idiot. He is taking advantage of both of you, nothing more, nothing less." "No. Come on Johnny, you dont mean that." "I fully mean that V! How can you be so blind? He searched a sugardaddy and found two! Congrats."

"Johnny-", a sigh left Vince as he tried to calm his husband down again, carefully placing his hands without much pressure on Johnnys forearms. Johnny stopped and stared at Vince, the anger boiling in his gaze, his muscles twitching from the deep overstimulating emotions. "I know this is a tricky topic for you, and I know you still have your very personal problems with your sexuality besides everything me, but please. I know you dont mean it like this, J. It is a weird situation, I know that. I never thought that anything alike would happen, especially after all we been through. After all we tested with Ker and Billy. But things change, and I -" "Nothing changed on that part." Johnny crossed his arms and was fully pouting "Sure I enjoy the sex with Ker, he's a good lover. But thats all." "Mhm. Sure.", Vince shook his head amused by Johnnys antics "Thats why its always Vel on your cock, because you love Ker that much."

Anger, hatred, a nervous twitching that almost looked like he holded back to just punch him straight, all that played in Johnnys face and body for a few seconds, staring at Vince for this comment and his attitude. "That-that isn't true. Yall just cannot get enough of my cock, thats it."

Vince rolled his eyes, but he was used to Johnnys defensive stance towards anything about his sexuality. Of course, Johnny Silverhand wasnt gay or even bi. He was just slightly into one man, and that only because they shared a brain. Nothing more. He would never enjoy anything else. Vin let go of Johnnys arms and turned, heading to the window and staring outside for a moment. As always, the city was loud and agressive. Just like their situation right now, maybe it was again time for a trip through the badlands to detox from it all.

"V-", his voice was almost apoleptic, somewhat deeply hurt. This man was full of trauma he would never truely be done with. But Vin didnt turned. He didnt wanted it to be such a big fight to get Johnny to even admit he may enjoyed being around Vel and Ker much lately. But he should have seen it coming. The last time they tried something kinda poly, it escalated even quicker, and much more violently. He leaned his forehead against the window, the glass cooling his mind. "What do you wanna hear from me, Johnny? All I said is true. We both know this. But you are still not able to be true to yourself. You are still trying-" he stopped in his words as he felt Johnnys arms wrapping around him, and the head of the rockerboy being on his shoulder. "I know.", was all Johnny said before he just silently cuddled with Vince. Vince closed his eyes for a moment and leaned against the frame of his rockerboy husband, a silent laugh escaping him "You know, that you are an idiot?" "Mmh. And you are a dumbass. Thats why we fit together so well." Vince turned in his embrace, facing him with a cheeky grin. "So you really not gonna admit that you like Vel?" "Never gonna happen." "Cause you know, you gonna be alone here with him next weekend, right?" Johnny looked confused at him, trying to get why that should be the case. "He's not with Kerry?" "Nah. Kerry gonna be on this little Promo Party, in Pacifica. And I am on a big gig. Kids spending the weekend at Mamá Welles.", Vince smile grew, as he saw the realization in Johnnys face bloom. "So its just me and Vel." "Mhm" "I not gonna survive this."

#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #male v #cyberpunk2077 #silverv #vincesmidt #otpbluerocker #mention of vel and ker #wip wednesday #wip whenever #ig thats writing from the main timeline fic in the end #because thats just the canon #double V for the win #otp: poly with extra steps

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vriskarlmarx · 6 months

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Akelarre

Relationships: Cinta Kaz/Vel Sartha, Karis Nemik/Arvel Skeen

Rating: T

5433 words

Summary

Even as the ax begins to descend, much can flourish in the misty mountains of Aldhani. A study in Cinta & Vel in one direction, and Skeen & Nemik in another.

Originally written for @andorappreciation for the prompt Parallels & Favorite Setting, except I'm posting it today (free day) because it wasn't done on Sunday 🥲

#andorappreciation2023 #andor #cinta kaz #vel sartha #cintavel #velcinta #karis nemik #arvel skeen #skemik #star wars #my writing

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velsims · 1 year

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The day the majority of TLOU fandom on here realizes that ellie has ONLY been interested in WOC will be the day I die by this point. No she CAN NOT run her fingers through my hair its TYPE 3C MY LOVE 💔

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie tlou #tlou part 2 #the last of us #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie x abby #guys please im not white #srsly man #IF I KNEW HOW TO WRITE YOU KNOW ID BE ON THAT SHIT #vel speaks

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woodenpicador · 4 months

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not mine

(Star Wars: Andor, cinta/vel, T, ~3k words)

As Ferrix burns, Cinta Kaz fights one war and loses another.

Written for Yuletide 2023.

#andor #cinta kaz #vel sartha #cinta/vel #star wars: andor #andor fic #star wars fic #star wars #fic #ao3fic #woodenpicador writes

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y-rhywbeth2 · 5 months

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Sooooo I am very curious about your Durge and how they are built. Do they link into the lore of the earlier games? Are they a resist or accept type? Tell us more! 👀

You mean built as in "how Bhaal made him", or as in character build, or as in characterisation? Well, I'll answer them all anyway. Here's more rambling information than anyone needed about my fucked up, socially-unacceptable mess who needs therapy!

[Be aware dead doves may be present, ymmv]

Resist, technically. He woke up with a tadpole in his head and no memories, he wasn't going to trust a presence in the back of his head that kept stealing his bodily autonomy until he understood what it was. As he grew fond of his party, he began to be pushed towards doing good things and helping people to please them (and because it honestly does feel good to see people happy, even as it makes the Urge hurt him).

Of course there were a few exceptions where nobody except Astarion was looking where he was a bit pragmatic or just plain mean, because it was funny.

Then he got his memories back in Act 3 and had a full blown nervous breakdown as he realised how badly he had failed Father and his sole reason for existence by allowing himself to fall for the delusion that he was a real person. He tried to go back to just being Bhaal's evil little puppet, but it was too late and his loyalties were torn between being what his friends wanted and being what Bhaal wanted. There was another panic attack when he couldn't bring himself to kill Minsc because it would upset Jaheria, Wyll and Karlach. Still murdered a few innocent people and a celestial being behind their backs. Also every Flaming Fist in the Lower City, but that was their own fucking fault for having stupid AI. Turns out you can't have everyone you love, but luckily he got to solve this issue by letting Father kill him as punishment for his failure! He repents for his failure and his friends get to believe that he died a heroic sacrifice and move on with their lives - win-win! Except that Jergal interfered and now he has to carry around this tainted, stolen flesh he doesn't want to claim - damn you, old man.

Post-game he's living with Astarion; both having their bad days where they have time to stop and process their trauma now, and also having good days where they adventure; grow into being fully free willed individuals; hunt and kill people for fun, blood and profit where socially acceptable; and get some research done on stuff like Bhaalspawn and vampires. He'll probably be ok in, like, a decade or twenty, once he's finished coming to terms with the idea that he was genuinely miserable and terrified living under Bhaal's control and has formed his own life and a stable identity. In the meantime - abandonment issues, identity crises, issues about autonomy, paranoia about retaliation and religious guilt!

If he had failed in his duel against Orin and been condemned to lose his autonomy (and seen his friends immediately give up on him), or had he not been given death as a choice, he probably would've forsaken the party and fulfilled his original purpose in the end game. But he would've quickly killed them in their sleep first as a mercy! He's not totally heartless! He's an absolute mess.

He doesn't have much in the way of connections to the original games.

I go back and forth on how old I want him to be and haven't settled yet. I don't think he's young. Originally I had him be born in the temples before the Time of Troubles, along with the other Bhaalspawn but then it turned out that Durge's backstory is weird.

Going off of what we're told about being carved from Bhaal's dead flesh, having no birthday and being conceived beyond mortality, I'm assuming he was created from a part of Bhaal's corpse on the Astral Plane, where there was no time. Probably shortly after the end of Throne of Bhaal, in 1369 DR - maybe Bhaal was paranoid about Amelyssan and Bhaal's failure to be resurrected triggered the failsafe and initiated plan B: the Dark Urge.

Or Vel was born after 1372 DR, when Bane was reborn and Bhaal maybe felt a little insecure.

I have contemplated having my Charname meddle with his "birth" to piss Bhaal off, adding part of her own essence into the mixture. Technically it's not incest, because it's purely by magic, but it's still enough to make her sort of his mother and make it weird. Just to make the family tree even more complicated. Also technically makes him a half-human, half-hin, sun elf, quasi-deity. Nothing in this guy's life makes sense.

He's a ranger, because hey, he's a hunter - he just hunts people. He's comfortable hunting and surviving in urban or natural environments; he learned to live off the streets while being homeless after his foster family's death (and the subsequent massacre at the Ilmatari shrine that sheltered him) and learned to live off the land after fleeing into the wilds to lie low. It's also how he's familiar with poisons and venoms. He has an interest in death as part of the natural cycle, so the nature class suits him. Also likes animals, who are significantly less judgemental and more pragmatic about killing. Scavengers tend to follow him around for the corpses he leaves, and he ended up with a few rat and corvid animal companions (though Bhaal often forced him to kill them if he got too attached). It also lets me play a divine spellcaster, although I assume in his case the power is coming from his own soul rather than a patron god.

He's a divine being and an excellent killer, he knows this and it gives him self-confidence in his actions that some have described as "insufferably arrogant" or "suicidal". His go-to tactics for dealing with a problem are: Step 1) Promise death if subject does not submit Step 2) If subject does not submit; kill them Skipping to step two is also always on the table. All problems can be solved with murder.

His dump stat is intelligence, because the poor kid who ended up alone and homeless didn't have much time or resources for education. In another life he would've been a bard, he has a knack for carrying a tune and writing prose. I like to think Orin would've enjoyed art and maybe the theatre in her own alternate Bhaal-free universe, so it's an interesting parallel for them.

He takes an approximation of elven form because Bhaal decided to reverse engineer the Blessing of Corellon, using the soul of one of his elven kids as a reference, to give Vel a physical fluidity/flexibility that would be useful to his plan to breed an army of Bhaalspawn using Durge. Also works as a threat; obey, or there are other uses I have for you, and some of them will see you locked up for nine months. (Vel goes by male pronouns and presents as a cis man, but is somewhat flexible and accepts they/them pronouns. Not she/her though.)

Vel also has a million and one hang-ups about sex because of stuff like this; namely that he won't have any kind of sex that might cause pregnancy, and he used to kill the partners he begrudgingly took so that they wouldn't be able to perceive him during the act or remember him sexually. He makes a special exception for people who he's assigned an "equal" or "higher rank" over himself - they can do what they like with him and it's their right. Those exceptions would be Bhaal (Vel's body is Bhaal's body, as far as he's concerned), sort-of Gortash (except Vel didn't fully trust him and their relationship makes Bhaal irritated, so every time they had sex Vel had to leave and have a panic attack afterwards) and Astarion (who has his own hang-ups). There might have been something kind of going on with Orin, partly due to pressure for them to have "sacrificial lambs" together, but neither want to talk about it. He considered Ketheric, but Ketheric can't die and that would ruin it because Vel would be too busy trying to kill him to actually have sex.

Originally he was going to be the son of a member of the Eldreth Veluuthra, who turned to Bhaal for divine aid because the Seldarine still won't aid the terrorist organisation in committing genocide against the human race, for some strange reason. She would've raised her little abomination into be a weapon to set on them, and enjoyed the irony of humans being slain by an abomination spawned by of one of their own gods.

Since "the Dark Urge" gets you some funny looks when you use it in public, mine concedes to being called "Vel" - a name that only gets you funny looks from the minority that speak elven, because you've just introduced yourself as "dagger/knife." It's a description of him as a tool, not a person. His foster family did give him a name, but he refuses to acknowledge it because it was intended for a person who only existed in their imagination and he'll stab you if you call him by that name. He technically got the name from Gortash, who once "jokingly" referred to him as his favourite weapon one evening, enjoying the success after one of their joint plots to exploit some noble or other and advance both their goals via assassination/politicking. Vel has identity issues and complicated relationship with real Tel'Quessir, so he chose the elven word for the irony (no real elf would accept association with a Bhaalspawn, least of all this one).

Mostly he goes by no name at all. He might pick a new one, in a few decades when he's grown, healed a bit and feels secure in having his own identity.

Vel is Lawful, and alternates between Evil and Neutral depending on his mood and situation. He will fall to pieces without a purpose to structure his life around. He doesn't care if people around him are more Chaotic though, it's purely a personal code. If he takes a mercenary or assassination contract or something, he will fulfil it to the letter and make no attempts to backstab his employer or get any more than the agreed upon payment. He makes zero promises about the actions of anyone working with him, they can do what they want and it's not his problem.

He has a hierarchy in his head: Bhaal > Himself, Gortash, Astarion > Orin, the party > everyone else

His moral compass is a twisted thing that he's cobbled together out of scraps over the course of under two months, it's not very complete or useful. On the good-evil axis, he doesn't usually have second thoughts about taking actions that are evil, and he's not keen on the concept of morality as a whole; there was never any point in developing a sense for it. He never had any real say in his actions and he kind of resents people who judge him for them.

He kind of misses Sceleritas, his "great purpose" and all the power he used to wield, and he would make a fantastic Sharran.

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