#and she's a warlock with him as her patron. if she wants to keep her magic she has to commit acts of tomfoolery

[ask-doctor-wombat]

If you had to make a DnD Character, what class and race it would be?

Hmmmm.

Probably a paladin or cleric. I'd like to be able to heal my party. And I'd be a tiefling or half-orc or something. Because they're cool. Or a fallen aasimar. Necrotic shroud is awesome, and being descended from a corrupted holy bloodline is an interesting backstory.

But if I'm being selfish, I'd play a sorcerer. Wild magic adds a bit of excitement to the game, I think. You may cast power word kill on your opponent, or you may be polymorphed into a potted plant, and you don't know until you try it.

[forbiddentaako]

fucking around with some design stuff and frantically making a hazbin hotel au version of opal and aleria

[six-improbable-things]

Me and the DM of Rook's campaign were talking about what I'm going to do character-wise when Rook gets kidnapped by Cpt. Wolf, and I came up with the idea of playing the captain whose ship they hire to chase Wolf down, and I'm more than a little in love with them now.

Meet Captain Kyron Valris!!

They're a tiefling hexblade warlock, and they're the only captain in Bon Largo (and maybe the world) brave/stupid/crazy/take-your-pick-of-adjective enough to accept a job to chase down the most feared pirate captain in the world. And not just chase her down but attempt to steal from her.

I love them dearly, and it's gonna be a lot of fun to play an eccentric little weirdo. Also to play a good character for once... Chaotic good, of course, but still, good.

Funnily enough, they're my second nonbinary purple tiefling warlock character... [*insert Dr. Doofenschmirtz two nickles meme*]

[bitethedevil]

Okay, you know the idea of tieflings having the "fuck me tail"? Well, what if Raphael did that in front of Tav without realizing it at the time and someone like Korrilla and/or Haarlep alerts the cambion that he had essentially been sporting a boner during the whole conversation with his favorite misadventure (if Raphael is unsure if Tav is aware of what the lifted tail meant, then even better)?

(AN: I get a LOT of asks about bathing and Raphael's reaction to seeing Tav naked, so I added those things into this one as well. Tav is Raphael's warlock. Loved this prompt btw anon. Thank you <3)

Tails (Raphael x Warlock!Tav)

Slight NSFW

“Do you care to explain why you are bleeding on my expensive Halruaan carpet when all I asked of you were to speak to Lord Caldwell?” Raphael said with a sneer as he studied her bloodied body. “If you are this incompetent at following orders, you will go back to dealing with clients in the Lower City again.”

“I can explain,” she wheezed. “And I did get him to sign, by the way.”

She was barely standing. Her clothes were bloodied, and she was holding a hand over a rather large gash on her stomach.

She handed him the contract. There were a few bloodspots on it, but it had the signature of Lord Caldwell as he had requested. He looked it over and it seemed to calm some of his anger, though he still seemed annoyed that she had not followed his orders.

Raphael groaned and started walking. He beckoned her to follow.

He led her to the boudoir. Haarlep was lounging on some of the pillows that laid on the floor near the pool, smoking from a hookah. They looked up at her with a sinful smile and lazily waved at her.

Raphael tugged on Tav's shirt before passing her.

“Strip,” he commanded.

Haarlep’s eyes lit up and looked hungrily at her before adjusting themself amongst the pillows to enjoy the show. Raphael kicked Haarlep’s leg in passing and gestured towards the other end of the room where the bed was.

“Leave us,” he said to Haarlep.

“Oh, she doesn’t mind if I stay and watch,” Haarlep said and looked from Raphael to her with an exaggerated pout. “Do you, mouse?”

Tav looked at the both of them with a confused expression, as she clung to one of the pillars around the restoration pool to not fall over.

“I’m not taking off my clothes,” Tav said.

“Your clothes are in tatters, and you look as if you are on the verge of fainting,” Raphael said and gestured to the water of the pool. “You will get in or I will throw you in.”

“Can’t I just keep my clothes on?” Tav whined. “I don’t want to get naked in front of you.”

“Oh please,” he said with annoyance in his voice. “The novelty of seeing a naked body somewhat fades after you have been alive for thousands of years. I could not be less interested in what you keep under there. Get in.”

She sighed and started taking off her clothes. Haarlep was quiet and hoped that Raphael had forgotten about them. They devoured her with their eyes while she took off her clothes.

Tav slipped into the pool and the water's restorative powers quickly worked its magic on her. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the pools edge for a moment as all the pain finally left her body.

Haarlep discreetly let one of their legs drop into to the water and started slipping their harness off. Before they could even make the move to slip out of the little clothes they were wearing to join her in the pool, Raphael’s hand was around their neck. Haarlep made a slight choked yelp as they were lifted to their feet and given a push towards the other end of the room.

“I said leave,” Raphael growled at them before turning his attention back to Tav. “A report, if you would be so kind, mouse.”

Tav opened her eyes again and sat up more. She noticed that Haarlep had not left them, but had instead simply taken a seat behind Raphael where they were out of view from her annoyed patron.

“Right,” she said and began washing off all the dirt and blood off her naked body with a sponge.

She began explaining herself to him: How Lord Caldwell had gotten pissed at her after she had not reciprocated his flirtatious advances after he had signed, as he apparently must have thought that him signing meant that he was free to feel her up and do as he please. How Lord Caldwell had called on his guards after she had, accidentally, of course, punched him in the face. How she had barely escaped with her life.

She wasn’t looking at Raphael as she was explaining. She kept her eyes down and kept focusing on washing herself, avoiding the wrath that would no doubt be in her patron’s eyes as she told him how she had escalated the situation by using violence.

She had only dared to look up at him briefly every now and again. She saw that he was leaning up against a pillar close to the pool, watching her as she explained.

Surprisingly, he did not have much to say other than a few sounds of affirmation that he had heard what she was saying, which made her even more nervous.

Suddenly she heard an odd noise. A high-pitched muffled sound that made her look up for a moment. It came from Haarlep. It looked as if they were near pissing themselves with laughter as they kept a hand over their mouth to contain the sounds. It wasn’t directed at her though, but rather something going on behind Raphael it seemed.

“So yeah…that’s…that’s it,” she looked up at Raphael, fully expecting to see him pissed off.

He quickly averted his gaze from her body and back up to her eyes, as it looked like he had been staring. He cleared his throat and made a sharp turn with his body. She could have sworn she saw a bulge in his pants before he did so. When he turned, she noticed that his tail was in a weird, almost heart-shaped position as well, which made her raise an eyebrow.

“Good,” Raphael said quickly. “Dismissed.”

Raphael snapped his fingers once and she was out of the pool, fully dressed. Another snap and she was sent back to where she was before she was whisked away to his house.

Haarlep started audibly laughing now that she had left.

“The novelty of seeing a naked body somewhat fades after you have been alive for thousands of years,” Haarlep mocked in Raphael’s voice and with his mannerisms.

Raphael glared at Haarlep.

“Oh, what a gift,” Haarlep said with tears in their eyes. “She really is something, your little mouse. To make you wag with both tails like that.”

Haarlep burst out into another laughing fit. Raphael’s eyes widened at their words, and he instantly became hyperaware of the position of his tail.

No, Raphael thought with horror, and a frown fell over his face at the embarrassing realization. It was a loss of control, and it was completely unlike him to forget himself like that. What was he? A hormonal boy who had barely grown into their immortality?

His eyes narrowed at Haarlep who was still filling the room with their high-pitched laughter. He was still painfully hard despite their taunting, and he had just the thing for shutting them up.

“Yes, please Haarlep, laugh while you still have vocal cords and a tongue to do so,” he threatened and pointed on the floor in front of his feet before undoing his pants. “On your knees, now.”

[reallyhatethiswebsite]

i'm also a big fan of both! maybe tav will get the whip this time? i'm a sucker for raphael in traditional devil setting, it scratches something in my brain. for the rest, whatever you want is fine with me

Tav tested her restraints. Not looking for weakness, no. She expected none. The chains around her wrists were heavy-duty and clinched tight, biting into her skin. She wanted some leeway. She’d been strung up and dangled like a prime cut of meat, just high enough that her feet lifted off the ground without supporting her entire weight, leaving her strained and uncomfortable. That she was nude only made things worse. Avernus’ air was dry and hot, yet Tav shivered; she was waiting for him, and the dread, the anticipation, chilled her to the bone. She had no way to know how long he kept her waiting. An hour, an eternity, it was all the same. When she finally sensed him enter the room, each of his footfalls causing tight spasms in her belly as he approached her, she was already breathless.

“My, my,” purred Raphael, clear delight in his hellish eyes as he observed his prisoner. “So well-behaved…not even a squeak from you. I almost forgot you were in here.” He reached out one big and warm red paw and cupped her chin, lightly dragging the claw of his thumb across Tav’s bottom lip. “Unfortunately, no one leaves the Room of Shame without submitting to their punishment, but that’s a rule you know intimately…isn’t it?”

“I…” Tav hesitated. Raphael’s expression did not change, but he traced her lip again, this time pressing just hard enough to make a thin scratch. Tav winced at the sting, a taste of what was to come. “Yes, I know,” she murmured.

“Of course you do. And you know exactly why you’re here, hanging so…precariously…yes? Remind me.” The way he curled his smoky words with such sweetly sinister intent never failed to heat Tav’s cheeks, or moisten her sex. Apart from his grip on her face, Raphael was keeping himself out of reach. Reminding her of the distance, metaphorical and physical, between them. He was untouchable and she, a wriggling morsel for him to play with.

“I’m being punished because I…because…” Tav didn’t want to admit her transgression aloud. Raphael hummed throatily, his black and fire eyes glittering with dark delight.

“Every second you hesitate is another lash, dear…”

“I’m being punished because I played with the incubus without permission,” she blurted. She wasn’t sorry and he knew it.

“Indeed you did. You took advantage of my previous generosity and indulged in my unruly pet’s attention. How many lashes do you think you deserve for that, audacious little mouse?”

“Ah…um…t-ten?”

“Ten?” Raphael barked; laughed. “Ohhh, audacious and foolish, aren’t you? Were I not in such a good mood, I might’ve decided you deserved flaying instead for that.”

Tav shuddered. She was both lucky and unlucky as a warlock, with such a temperamental patron. She was too useful to be disposed of. There was the sound of infernal displacement and a whiff of fire and sulphur, and Raphael’s unruly pet himself swaggered into the room.

“Oh, excellent! You haven’t started yet,” Haarlep crooned.

“You weren’t invited,” Raphael growled. “Go back to the boudoir where you belong.”

“And miss a good old fashioned whipping? I think not.” The incubus clicked his fingers and summoned a chair that he, sensual and over the top, folded himself into, ready to watch.

“Fine.” The master of the house decided it wasn’t worth the hassle. “But be quiet and keep your hands to yourself.”

“Not a problem.” Haarlep winked at Tav. She couldn’t hold his lust-laden gaze, dropping her eyes to his bare feet – long, clawed toes that he deliberately wriggled, rubbed the arch of one foot with, reminding Tav of when she, out of her mind on spit and pheromones, eagerly gagged on them to the sound of the demon’s twisted laughter. He made her experience shame and humiliation beyond anything even Raphael was capable of. Haarlep smirked when Tav looked away.

Disregarding the exchange, Raphael cleared his throat. He was, after all, the most important person in this room. “What delightful instrument shall I use on you…”

“Cat O’ nine tails,” Haarlep offered helpfully. His suggestion was ignored.

“How about one of my old favourites?” The devil clicked his fingers and a long, thin whip with a flared tip appeared in his hands. “Yes…this will do. Simple, but effective. Sometimes a bit of simplicity is all you need.” He petted the weapon, fondled the black leather, testing its weight in his hands. Tav watched with baited breath. Raphael grinned, making a show of rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. He was enjoying drawing it out, knowing Tav’s racing thoughts, her growing dread, would only make her suffering taste better. She knew better than to beg for clemency. Begging excited him, meaning he was inclined to strike her far more times than he promised. All she could do was wait. In a way, that was worse than the whipping itself.

Get on with it, please, she thought, on the chance that he might be peering into her mind, hit me already.

Raphael prowled around her, a lion circling his prey. Tav tensed, jolting when he stroked the length of her spine with one claw. “Such a pretty canvas waiting to be painted…where shall I make the first stroke?”

Deafening silence. Tav’s own heavy breathing. Then a mighty crack – the whip split the air, and Tav’s skin. For a brief, merciful moment she didn’t feel it, but the agony wouldn’t be denied. Sharp, burning. Tears sprang up in Tav’s eyes. Her body arched, her mouth open but her scream silent, shock and pain stopping her from making a sound. Good, because Raphael preferred it if she fought just a little, if she refused to give him what he wanted until he broke her. Haarlep shifted where he sat, eager and lascivious.

“How was that, sweet mouse?” Raphael cooed.

“F-fine,” Tav managed through grit teeth.

“Hmm…perhaps I need to make the next one harder.”

She could picture him raising his arm up higher, bending into the strike. He grunted as he swung. Tav couldn’t keep quiet this time, making a strangled noise as the whip ripped her flesh. Her mouth filled with blood; she’d bitten through the meat of her cheek.

“How about that one?” Tav struggled to speak, fought to push words through her copper-wet mouth. The devil chuckled. “Surely you’re not done in already…we’re only on the second…”

“No…I’m f – it’s f-fine.”

“Good girl.”

Tav briefly whited out with the third, calculated strike. He’d got her across her lower back. She could only imagine the expression on her face, tears streaming down her cheeks, because when her vision returned she saw Haarlep avidly watching her, feasting on her torture, his thighs spread. He squeezed and rubbed his fattening cock still in his harness. His forked and fraudulent tongue licked his thin lips that were pulled into a serpentine smile. Raphael released a quiet groan from behind. Arousal and frustration went into his next strike, and the next, and the next. Again and again and again. No break between, no leering in her ears.

Someone was screaming, guttural and wheezing. Tav realised it was her. She could feel her warm blood dripping down her back, over the swell of her ass. Raphael was shredding her raw; Haarlep had freed his red, ridged prick and was stroking it leisurely, enjoying the fruits of his impish, infernal misbehaviour. Never punished, always rewarded, but Tav just couldn’t hate him for it.

“There, now,” Raphael crooned, sounding a mite breathless, awed by his work. He rounded her. Through blurry eyes Tav saw a bead of sweat trickle down his temple, a lock of black hair unkempt from his effort. The whip was soaked crimson. The devil’s erection strained in his trousers and he was alight with fiendish frenzy. His tail swayed to and fro. He spoke with pride. “Quite the piece I’ve made of you this time, I must say.”

“It looked good from the front, too,” sighed Haarlep dreamily. “Choke her on your cock and you’ll complete it, I think.”

Raphael hummed, loosening his belt. His dick, hard and veined and heavy, its thick head leaking hot cum, sprang free. He clicked his fingers and Tav lowered to the ground, collapsing onto her knees – perfect height for Raphael to feed that fat dick between her slick and bloodied lips, into her warm and slack mouth. He groaned deep in his throat when his precum-sticky tip touched the back of her throat and Tav gagged. “For once, Haarlep, you’re right about something.”

[whatisamildopinion]

thinking about Aasimar au warlock Kristen again (wow what a series of words lmao) so have some more silly thoughts about it:

- when Kristen first multiclasses Fig says "don't worry, I got you, I know a lady" and drags them both to see Zara. Zara looks at these two (Kristen, literally about to vibrate out of existence with excitement and happiness, Riz, looking like he's five seconds away from hyperventilating to death) and is like "oh this one's gonna be interesting"

- Zara Sool takes one look at this poor rogue-paladin-patron who looks like he's gonna have a mental breakdown, but deep in his heart trusts Kristen enough to dedicate his love and his time and his magic and his oath and his goddamn soul to this girl (warlock relationships are about exchange, after all, even if he doesn't know that yet. Kristen isn't the only one who's handed away her soul to safer hands with this) and says ">:) I'm gonna trick this boy into talking about his feelings." the following conversation goes pretty much like this:

Zara: look it's really safer for Kristen herself if you tell her what's going on with yourself emotionally, otherwise you might make a faulty contract, which will put her soul in danger.

passive investigation of 21 Riz: >:((( you're trying to guilt trip me

Zara: yeah, is it working????

Riz: ..............maybe

- following Zara's intervention, Riz and Kristen sit down and have a real conversation about their fears and their struggles and the things they want from their lives. Riz admits that he's scared that none of them will stay together after high school and that's why he's pushing so hard to keep them together. Kristen tells him that, yeah, she can't guarantee what will happen after high school, but that they're all prepared to work to keep their friendships, and that she in particular is gonna make sure she's always always friends with him. Kristen talks about the specific things she's been struggling with between school and her religion and they make a plan to help her and also actually talk to Jawbone and Sandra Lynn because Jesus this girl needs help. so after this conversation they make the most detailed fucking contract that has ever been (Riz's anxiety goes crazy) and they show up back to warlock class like "is this good?" and present Zara with an absolute mess of a document that is overflowing with footnotes and sticky notes and annotations and is written in this unholy mess of common-goblin-celestial-rogue cipher, but she kinda quizzes them on it, and lo and behold, they have it fucking memorized

- Riz is still pretty worried so Zara fully enlists her paramour to come down and talk him into being a little bit calmer. Zara and her paramour think this is the cutest thing ever.

- Zara tells Riz he can audit warlock class if he's still nervous about it but he's like "fuck no, if I'm taking a class I am damn well gonna get credit for it" and gets his mcat signed to do three classes. Fig-Kristen-Riz are the terrors of the warlock class but also the best students Zara has ever had. everyone both loves and hates them in there (but mostly loves. they're just too cool)

-after The Conversation, Kristen drags Riz to have another Conversation with the rest of the bad kids, and they echo all her sentiments about staying friends even if they go their separate ways after high school (except Adaine and Riz, who nail down that at least they are gonna go to college together). so even though it feels super unnatural, Riz kind of takes a breath like a whole half a year early. he stops pushing them so hard to perform academically, but the rest of them finally understand why he was doing that, and also understand the consequences of the party failing a little more. so they're all just trying their best, but more organically

- Kristen is technically borrowing from Riz's well of power, and he's not like, a full angel or anything (yet) but magic is a muscle. the more you use it, the stronger it gets. and again, warlock relationships are about exchange. so what happens is that as soon as Kristen starts using her warlock magic routinely, Riz finds that his smites are getting more powerful??? his radiant soul damage is increasing???? he suddenly has access to spell slots he shouldn't??? turns out, power borrowed is power returned, and while his power base is incredible, Kristen is a much more accomplished spellcaster than he is, so she exercises his magic more effectively than he does, and he starts getting more powerful as she gets more comfortable in her powers

-Riz can feel whenever Kristen is using her warlock powers. sometimes she'll start eldritch blasting shit for fun along with fig and five minutes later her crystal will start blowing up like "kristen what are your doing that requires eldritch blast every ten seconds" and then she has to admit that she and fig were seeing who could eldritch blast tin cans off the roof of mordred better

-Riz's wings kind of start to, for lack of a better word, calcify? like, they're still intangible, but they start sticking around even when he's not in radiant soul form. just two ghostly, intangible wings always hanging out, and they only start to really glow when he actually turns on Radiant Soul. he has a flying speed now. he's also frantically researching whether or not its possible for aasimar to start organically rising to angelhood because THIS ISN'T NORMAL, KRISTEN STOP TRYING TO GRAB THEM! (everyone else is so enamoured with his wings. he starts using them like his tail to wrap around people and even though they're intangible everyone swears up and down that they feel cooler and calmer and safer when wrapped up in a Riz wing)

-Kristen and Riz start to more or less have the same magical signature because they're sharing so much power. a side effect of this is that if Kristen is in the room, and Riz is stealthing, even casting something like Detect Evil and Good won't give him away, because his aura is so much like Kristen's and vice versa. they abuse this relentlessly to get Clues. kristen is team distraction and riz is team extraction

-at some point Adaine approaches the two of them like "hey all this stuff that's happening is totally fascinating, can I write a research paper about it?"

"sure," says Riz, "but only if you list us as co-contributors for college credit and stuff"

"well, duh," responds Adaine, and the three of them proceed to make the most detailed paper the world has ever seen about the magical and physical effects of a patron-warlock relationship between two mortals. it comes out sometime in their senior year and the magical research community loses their shit

-Kristen gets up to second level warlock in junior year, and her eldritch invocations are Eldritch Mind and Eyes of the Rune Keeper. the first time she realizes she can just read every single language her friends speak she cries. also she's sooooo scary now. she can hold two concentrations at once AND has advantage on concentration checks. terrifying.

-soooo many prospective warlock students start approaching riz and fig for warlock powers. they didn't know you could just ask normal students!!! (riz and fig are not normal students but that is beside the point.) fig thinks it is amusing. riz thinks it is stressful. kristen thinks it is fucking stupid, like, it's not like he's gonna share, no, I'm not jealous, what are you talking about? at one point it gets so frustrating for riz that he gets up on a table in the middle of the lunch period and shouts "blanket statement for everyone who is not in my party, NO I WILL NOT BE YOUR PATRON, STOP ASKING!!!" the bad kids think it's the funniest thing, but they're also being hella protective of riz and fig. everyone stop BOTHERING them, no they're NOT interested in being your patron!! the number of physical fights that they've all gotten in because of this, in order of least to most, is riz (2, on behalf of fig), kristen (3, on behalf of riz), fig (5, on behalf of riz), fabian (7, on behalf of both), gorgug (8, on behalf of both), and adaine (14, on behalf of both). after about a month everyone has mostly taken the hint

-kristen develops a terrible habit of just. hexing anyone who even remotely annoys her. you were breathing too obnoxiously in class today? blocked hexed. you said something mildly shitty about one of her friends? hexed. aelwyn took the last bagel at breakfast and she really wanted it? hexed. she's experiencing the newfound freedom of being a hater. riz is texting her like "kristen why are you hexing someone at nine in the morning" and she's like "I am experiencing little sister rage for the first time in my life, leave me alone"

-Buddy Dawn does not know what the fuck to make of Kristen's warlock multiclass. she makes him fully bluescreen. Bobby Dawn and Kipperlilly, on the other hand, are absolutely incandescent with rage. they're gonna die mad about it.

-on the other end of the spectrum, Kristen and Riz break Bucky's brain open. he speedruns the emotional crisis that Kristen had freshman year when he Divine Senses their magical connection and nearly cries because he can feel this absolutely overwhelming love. he never knew anyone else could love kristen than fiercely. nothing that full of love could ever be bad

-ooouuuuuugggghhhhh there comes a terrible scene between riz and cassandra where she is like "she believes in you more than me" and riz has to be like "maybe. but that doesn't mean she doesn't believe in you. kristen has enough faith to go around. and so do I. I'm still counting on you too." it's about sharing the most important person in your life. self-recognition through the other (bittersweet). "I see why she loves you so much" says cassandra, and for the first time riz doesn't sort of still feel the nightmare king beneath her, and for the first time she feels him as someone to exist alongside without competing with. and riz, who is kind of sort of maybe ascending to angelhood, is not really becoming an angel of cassandra's pantheon, but he's also not not becoming that

-just. augh. kristen and riz are literally so sickeningly happy as patron and warlock. absolutely attached at the hip. best friends of all time. saint kristen applebees and her own personal guardian angel. they make me ill

anyway that is all, thank you for coming to my TED talk

[ladsaplenty]

For the hell of it, my take on the LIs DnD alignments

(Yes, I know everyone is over alignments, and I don't care. Onward!)

Zayne: Lawful good (self-explanatory. He gets the job DONE and done well and has no doubts about who he is or what's right. STABLE. KING.)

Caleb: Lawful neutral (soldier, but neutral because his only moral compass is MC, what she needs and keeping her safe. All other concerns are irrelevant, he'll do whatever morally dubious ish he has to do)

Sylus: Chaotic good (he's selfish, but as far as I can tell, he never exploits the oppressed for his own gain and is only violent towards his enemies. He doesn't often go out of his way to HELP, but I think he has a good heart and I also think that annoys him very much)

Rayafel: Chaotic neutral (Listen. I know he had a very good reason, and I DO support him, but the fact that he just murdered a dude so easily... Like no fuss whatsoever, no fear of getting caught, no feelings of doubt or even catharsis after it was done. Yes, Sylus murders three guys before breakfast, but he's a crime boss. Rafayel friggin paints and sings. AND he's a sea god and the sea is notorious for not giving even the tiniest little bit of a fuck about anything. Rafayel wanted that dude dead and that dude's dead now. Fish are cold-blooded. I'd keep my eye on him)

Xavier: True neutral (idk what that boy is capable of, he could do anything and it wouldn't surprise me. I know everyone probably wants to give him neutral good and yeah, he seems sweet, but did we ever hear from Charlie the Baker again? Don't even get me started on Lumiere.)

That's all. I don't think any of them are evil, but my bar for evil is high.

Also, for funsies, I see Zayne as a cleric, Caleb as a paladin (guess who he's sworn to), Sylus as a warlock (guess who his patron is), Rafayel as a bard, and Xavier as a ranger with a plushie as his animal companion. Someone make this into an animated web series, please and thank you. MC can be anything, mine would probably be a barbarian or a monk, something DPS.

Thoughts?

[yanderes-galore]

I feel like Wyll is not appreciated enough in Baldur's Gate 3 fandom, so can you write a yandere concept for him?

I can try, sure! I researched him the best I could :)

Yandere Wyll Ravenguard Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Fear of loss implied, Manipulation, Mizora is an enabler, Possessive behavior, Conflicted feelings, Violence, Murder implied, Kidnapping, Blood, Forced relationship.

Wyll is a Fiend Warlock with a pact with the demon Mizora as his patron.

He gave her his soul to protect Baldur's Gate and is very dedicated to protecting people.

He is commanded to slay demonic creatures, Tieflings unfortunately included in Mizora's eyes.

Wyll is heroic and kindhearted, his obsession would puzzle him as he wasn't expecting to want to do dark things for someone he loves.

Mizora probably finds Wyll's obsession amusing... her pet seems so infatuated with you...

Perhaps she'll help him obtain you... a treat for her pet.

Even as a hero, Wyll is very playful in nature.

He seems genuinely nice to be around and would definitely be conflicted if he noticed darker desires within him towards you.

Wyll is already conflicted enough as is due to the mischievous nature of Mizora, the source of his powers.

Mizora would definitely feed into the dark desires Wyll begins to develop.

Like a shark smelling blood in the water, Mizora senses Wyll's obsession and wishes to play around with it.

She wants to encourage him to take what he wants... something Wyll hates the thought of.

Wyll's obsession definitely develops due to Mizora.

It originally starts as a yearning to protect you.

Especially if you are afflicted with a Mind Flayer parasite.

Wyll's heroic and playful nature would quickly make you two friends (For this concept I am assuming you are not a Tiefling).

As a result, you're mostly on good and mutual terms with Wyll.

You two trust and probably even care for one another as friends.

You don't have much of a clue when Wyll starts feeling conflicted.

He's willing to do nearly anything for you... but how far does he plan to take things to protect you?

Plus, does he even see you as a friend at this point?

With how he feels towards others around you... this may be deeper than he thought.

It doesn't help that whenever he's away from you he keeps feeling a certain yearning that won't go away.

He despises it when Mizora appears to tease and tempt him when you're gone.

The demon always whispers in Wyll's ears small promises.

She can give him more power... enough to take you all for himself.

Why should he watch you from afar and daydream?

Why should he settle for being friends?

Is he really going to let others take claim to you?

Doesn't he feel the burning jealousy within him?

Wyll has to push Mizora away, cursing her for putting such vile thoughts in his head.

Yet the ideas still persist.

Mizora simply promises her pet a gift, a treat... you.

Why should he refuse?

Mizora enabling Wyll is what causes the poor hero to corrupt more and more.

Wyll can't help but stare as you converse with other companions... his grip on his rapier tightening.

He tells himself not to listen, he tells himself if it's meant to be... you'll come to him.

But the longer he has to wait, the longer he has to pine... Mizora tempts him, pushing him to the brink.

He really does want you all to himself, to protect you and care for you.

No other person could care for you like him.

When Mizora meets with Wyll again, she grins.

She can tell her pet has decided to give in.

Wyll apologizes to you as he finds himself committing atrocities for you.

Murder, fire spilling across the land, it's all too much to handle.

He tries to keep his destruction to a minimum.

By the time he snaps, he has you locked away, blood coating his hands and rapier... but you in his arms.

You're so warm against him... as warm as the blood and tears staining him.

When he looks at you he realizes he has sinned.

Mizora has corrupted him more than he'd like to admit.

As he stares at you... he tries to put it aside.

His father was right, he was just as bad as the demon he made a pact with...

But at least he has you now.

[a-roguish-gambit]

What if the x men played DND

This is what I think their characters would be

Beast: is the forever dm

Cyclops: the most lawful good high elf paladin to ever lawful good high elf paladin

Jean grey: starts with a standard lawful good high elf wizard but min maxes into an entirely different character about three times until she is once again at lawful good elf wizard. But now it's a different flavor of elf!

Morph: chaotic neutral plasmoid fighter

Wolverine: just homebrews himself into the game, with a custom barbarian subclass of "escaped living weapon". No one realizes what he did until he mentions that his hidden wrist blades come in sets of three and by that point they are three sessions in.

Jubilee: neutral good half elf druid/sorcerer, with a dramatic heroic backstory, stunning good looks, and she knows everyone just like in her fairy tale ep

Gambit: a purple lawful evil to chaotic good tiefling rogue/warlock who's patron makes him steal treasures as offerings in exchange for blessings of luck and powers to charm others

Rogue: girl found out you can seduce in the game and is playing a chaotic good damphir bard so she can seduce as many as she wants in the game she and gambit tag team to seduce all the monsters.

Nightcrawler: everyone thought he would play a lawful good tiefling paladin but instead he's playing a chaotic neutral tabaxi cleric/monk that is also a pirate

Storm: started out playing a min-maxxed to hell Asimarr druid but got tired of it quickly and is now playing Snarf, the chaotic neutral kobold ranger/wizard and is having a blast. Especially with fireball.

Xavier is not allowed to play because he keeps cheating by reading beast's mind to meta game and magneto was kicked out for being a problem player and kinda murder hoboing a village of humans that were harassing a goblin.

[reverieblondie]

Not a fic/drabble request, but could I please ask for a quick rundown on your thoughts for how Raphael would react to realizing that one of his warlocks is an ex of his little mouse? Would anything about his reaction change depending on the nature of the break-up? Would it matter how competent or loyal of an agent for Raphael the warlock is? Would the cambion's reaction change depending on what stage he is at with his little mouse (like Interested but not yet courting vs. Courting)? Etc.

You want to know my thoughts??? 👀💖

So, I think the Raphael in the game would for sure keep his eye on the warlock not because he particularly cares if they where bad to his little mouse but what information they could get and use from the Warlock to better manipulate Tav. BUT! I think your wanting to know about the Raphael I hc and write about.

I think that Raphael would size them up, I have a feeling that Raphael has never given this warlock much attention but when it gets back to him that his little mouse was once with this warlock Raphael is curious. Raphael plays it cool however inviting the warlock to his home offering him some wine to loosing him up before asking his question about Tav and their relationship. Nothing overt though, like Raphael will watch as the Warlock chugs down the dark wine, watching has he rambles and chats Raphael gently leading him through the conversation to Tav, “Your from the Baldurs Gate? Never realized that before, I rather enjoy that city. I have a new client from there…goes by Tav…oh? You know her? Well what information can your spare…” the warlock would of course fall into this trap and ramble on and on even kinda gloating that they dated.

Now I am imagining that this warlock starts sharing intimate details in their drunken ramble, and that causes Raphael’s hands to clench, his knuckles turning white as he talks about her…his mouse… what this Warlock laughs off Raphael would treasure… this flea, touched her, kissed her and is now talking about her so loosely. That’s when Raphael smiles standing before he roughly takes the goblet from the Warlock, the Warlock is confused and some what scared of what their patron is doing/thinking, did he mess up? Anger him? Though on the inside Raphael is seething he keeps his composure and tells the warlock thank you for the chat but their is matters to attend too. And he will be receiving a new task from him very soon…

I don’t think it matters if this warlock is the best or the worst if he’s an ex of Tavs and Raphael knows it the warlock will go from Raphael not paying him much mind to Raphael wanting to converse with him more, but the flip side of that is the warlock is now receiving harder, more uncomfortable missions to complete. The warlock will think that it’s because Raphael thinks they are capable, but in actuality it’s just Raphael’s way to torture them but still getting what he wants. If they die they die if they don’t at least he’s getting what he wants.

Then let’s say Raphael starts sleeping with or courting his Mouse? That warlock is gone, never to be heard from or spoken about again. Raphael isn’t going to risk Tav feeling unease about their presence in what will soon be her home. But…their is also a part of me that loves a bit of a dark Raphael that would want to torture the warlock further…

Raphael would call the Warlock in and as he approaches his master’s office he will see Raphael completely ravishing Tavs body. Her voice moaning in ecstasy as her nude body is sweating and arching off Raphael’s desk. Raphael’s cock buried in her, rolling his hips so deep in and out of her squelching cunt. Raphael’s tongue licking on her breast and neck before biting hard to make her scream and her cunt clench on him harder. The warlock is frozen at the sight and that’s when Raphael’s glowing eyes will flick over to him and he would start fucking her harder making her call out Raphaels name, babbling about how much she loves him and how full she feels with him buried so deep. As the warlock runs off in embarrassment, and fear. Raphael will laugh…everyone knows that if they interrupt Raphael during his business the payment is your life…

Hope this makes sense!! Sorry for any typos! Or run on sentences! 💕✨

[wingsofhcpe]

911 characters & their D&D classes

(what they'd play as in a campaign, or what they'd be in a d&d au. your pick really).

just a lil sth to soothe the heart as we continue to ignore/rage over/cry about Thursday's shitshow of an episode

athena: bloodhunter- at first i was gonna keep to only base classes and assign her fighter but you know what, bloodhunter is way more badass and awesome and I think it gives her an additional flair for the dramatic. Plus the way she went after the serial rapist and then Amir? Peak bloodhunter behaviour.

bobby: paladin- by the grace of God you are catching this giant-ass sword in the face. Also heals in a pinch, but he's more on the physical side of paladin than the spell side.

buck: paladin- just like dad, but also he may go overboard with the spellcasting.

chimney: bard- heals and cheers up the team... or at least annoys and/or amuses them enough to keep 'em going!

eddie: rogue- more in the dexterity and firepower sense than the sneaky stealthy sense, though.

hen: sorcerer- has studied hard to learn all these damn spells and by heavens is she gonna make sure they hit the mark.

josh: cleric- has the best and strongest healing spells around, has taught Maddie.

karen: wizard- extremely clever, has composed half of the spells in her list all on her own.

maddie: cleric- awesome healing spells aside, she's also the kinda cleric to cast spiritual weapon and absolutely obliterate the target when she's pissed.

tommy: ranger- prime aiming skills, good athletics and... strange affinity for small domesticated mammals?

bonus round- the kids!

Christopher as a wizard-in-training- Sometimes Eddie takes him to Karen, and he's proven scarily good at learning some of her more simple custom spells.

Denny as a ranger-in-training- he really loves animals and adventures such as climbing trees, probably gives his mums a scare every time but he's very good at it!

Harry as a warlock-in-training- his mama does not approve of the whole "pact with a mysterious entity" thing but hey, if it works, it ain't stupid... (his patron is probably something unthreatening and on the neutral-to-good side of alignment, but good luck getting Athena to settle for it).

Mara as a rogue-in-training- she loves to stealthily sneak around and prank Hen as soon as she warms up to the family! She can never sneak up on Karen though, she always seems to just know Mara is there.

May as a paladin-in-training- at first she wanted to go for cleric under Maddie's tutelage, but in the end she decided on a more hands-on approach and started to train with Buck and Bobby.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼 baby Jane is almost here!!

🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️🌤️ Eddie is such a disaster here

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲here too

🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️ Eddie’s just generally a disaster

⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️ Buck is stuck with a particularly unpleasant warlock patron here

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️baby!!! They’re gonna have a baby!!!

AHH love this!

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“The plan?” Shannon echoes. 

“The birth plan,” Maddie says. “What’s Chris doing? Which hospital? What do you need?”

“Buck was supposed to take care of him,” Shannon says. “But since he’s working, Pepa. Eddie’s aunt. Um, Southern California Hospital. And… And I don’t even have a bag packed yet. Oh god.”

“We’ll figure it all out,” Maddie says. “If you haven’t been having contractions, then we have time.”

“I haven’t,” Shannon confirms. 

“Okay, keep me posted,” Maddie says. “Let’s get you ready, alright?”

Shannon nods. As ready as she can be. The first time taught her, that’s not very ready at all.

“I need to call Eddie,” Shannon says. “He can’t miss this.”

But the first time she tries, Eddie doesn’t pick up. Buck doesn’t pick up. And when Maddie tries Chimney, he doesn’t pick up either. 

“On a call,” Maddie guesses. “But we have time. They’ll answer.”

By the time they get into Maddie’s car to drop Chris off at Pepa’s, she has a contraction. 

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“Because then I’d be home, and you and Buck would be together, and this all wouldn’t be so confusing. Maybe just the Nico of it all, but… I mean, I think you guys had that in mind for a bit.”

He might as well just have exploded Eddie’s brain with his mind. This is so much information. 

“You come home… When?” 

“By Christmas,” Chris says. 

Eddie feels his face crumple. 

“Dad, it’s okay,” Christopher says. “Really, it is. It feels like so long ago-”

“Not for me,” Eddie chokes out. 

“Yeah, okay. Not for you,” Chris replies. “But it’s behind us, okay? Dad now and I. It’s in the past.” 

Eddie’s eyes start burning with tears again. He wipes them with his sleeve. 

“God, I’m sorry,” Eddie says. “I’m sorry, Chris.” 

“Please, don’t-”

“You deserved a good father the whole time,” Eddie continues. “I don’t… I don’t know what I did to earn your forgiveness, but-”

“Stop,” Chris begs. He looks genuinely distressed. 

Eddie freezes, mouth snapping shut. 

“You’re not a bad father,” Chris says. “You never were. Okay? Never.”

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“Yeah,” Buck exhales, feeling breathless. “Yeah, I can hear you.”

Eddie crosses the house and smiles at Buck. It’s such a beautiful smile. Buck has always thought that. And more recently… He realized why he thought that. Oh god. He’s really thinking about it now. 

“That’s fantastic, man, I’m glad that they…” Eddie trails off, staring at Buck. “It is happening to you, isn’t it?”

Buck nods. 

Yeah. Yeah, it is. 

“You can hear the song?” Eddie asks. 

“No,” Buck mumbles, somewhat robotically. Like Eddie could compel to tell him anything, spill any secret, do whatever he wanted him to do. “It’s just… It’s just your voice.”

“My voice?” Eddie asks.

Buck nods. “Your voice.”

“Should I stop talking?” Eddie asks, looking a little frightened. Like he’ll have to be silent or lose Buck’s help.

“No!” Buck says quickly. “No, I can… I can control myself.” 

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Until the LSD. 

Eddie’s never been under the influence of anything stronger than marijuana. So an unknown hallucinogen he didn’t realize he took? Kind of fucks him up. Makes him feel looser. Sillier. Nothing feels very serious and everything is pretty fun. Well, okay. Not the getting arrested part. Which turns out not to be getting arrested at all, but being cuffed for his own safety. Who invented that premise? Eddie hates it. 

They’re taken back to the station. Apparently there’s a lot of commotion happening. Eddie can’t really follow. He and Buck end up in a bunk room together, to ride out the high. Hen was high, too. But he’s not sure where she is. 

Buck is sprawled on is back on one of the bunks. He keeps lifting his legs up and down, staring at them. 

“Wow,” he mutters. “My body never feels this normal anymore.”

“Normal?” Eddie asks, confused. 

Then he remembers. He remembers what he suspects about Buck. And, oh! Oh, does Buck not think his body is normal. It is! It is a normal body! 

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 He thinks he’s going to like the former much better. People who have given far more than they could take; who have not had a lot of good happen to them. He doesn’t like what he did today, even if it felt good. 

All this to say, Buck isn’t obligated to chase down Tommy and discover why his aura is red. He isn’t obligated to punish him. At least not until he sees him again. And Buck doesn’t have to see him again. What’s worse? Divine retribution or your boyfriend of nearly six months ghosting you? Really, Buck would be doing him a favor. Maybe he could make Eddie tell him some lie about Buck having a permanent personality change after the hospitalization. Make it hurt less. Maybe it wouldn’t even hurt that bad! 

Yeah, okay. That’s the plan. That’s his plan. He’ll get Eddie’s take on it tomorrow, when he comes over after his shift. He’s literally the only person Buck can properly ask for advice anymore. He can’t tell anyone else. They’d institutionalize him. As would Buck, if someone approached him and said a mythical goddess has decided I must assist her in enacting justice on people who glow red. Pretty insane sounding.  Buck crawls back into bed, feeling suddenly nauseous. He thinks it’s just anxiety and maybe a twinge of grief. Whatever Nemesis called a gift, it has stolen something from him. Ignorance, maybe. Especially in regards to Tommy. Freedom, definitely. And the ability to confide in almost everyone he loves. None of that feels fair.

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“So, it’s all okay?” Buck asks. “Or, well… It was…”

Stupid. He feels stupid. 

Bobby smiles graciously. “It was. But… I was so convinced Brooke had gotten hurt anyway. It was like, until I saw every child on that bus, and until I went home and saw her and her brother, and I just thought she was in danger. She was so small. So excited to ride the school bus. Real brave kid. And so I was terrified for no good reason.”

“So what did you do?” Buck asks. 

“Nothing healthy, as far as coping goes,” Bobby answers. “Not that that was why I drank. But it was the only way I knew how to handle the anxiety.”

“Oh,” Buck replies, a little uneasy.

“This isn’t a cautionary tale, Buck. I’m not saying you’ll be driven to the bottle.”

“Oh,” he says again. “Okay?”

“I’m saying, the fact that you’re spiralling a little bit about nothing is just par for the course,” Bobby says. “That’s the price of loving someone that much.”

“I haven’t even met her yet,” Buck whispers. 

“Right now, you love the potential,” Bobby says. “The future. Just wait until she’s right here with you.”

[bitethedevil]

If you’re taking writing prompts consider-

Raphael reacting to Tav/Durge confessing they’re in love with him

I made it a Durge because I haven't written a lot of Durge stuff (fun fact: the first longer fic I ever wrote was with a Durge warlock that had Raph as a patron, but I never released it). Raph is being a bit of a manipulative dick in this one, but what's new. Also, I'm slow as fuck at replying to my asks (especially prompts)

Love

Clack clack clack clack…clack clack clack clack…clack clack clack clack.

His office was deadly quiet except for the sound of his claws tapping on the hard mahogany of his desk, a dangerous rhythm that she knew immediately what meant the second she heard it. The rhythm echoed her heartbeat as she waited for her patron to say something. She was in trouble.

He was leaning against his desk, looking at her and keeping her in suspense. A cruel smile stretched over his face, as he saw how she was beginning to feel uncomfortable. She had defeated monsters, mindflayers, gods…even the biggest monster of them all, her father. Still, nothing made her stomach churn more than the thought of Raphael’s wrath.

The feeling humiliated her as much as it thrilled her and drew her closer to him. She had been a god in her own right with all the lives she took under Bhaal and the cult she had led in his name, but this mere cambion brought her to her knees.

She was like a moth to his fiery flames. Everything about him excited her: his cruelness, his gracious mercy at times, his power plays. He felt like home. There was something safe and known in that cruelty that drew her closer. It was something she understood the rules of.

Click clack…

“I have always questioned your loyalty,” he finally said and moved his claws up to his face to look at them as he spoke. “It is no secret that I am prone to play favorites, but perhaps I made a mistake when I took you in…”

His yellow eyes looked up at her. His comment hit her like a punch to the gut and she knew as well as him that that was the intended effect. She hated the feeling of disappointing him. She hated that she felt that way about it even more. She cleared her throat.

“What is this about?” she asked quietly.

That was the wrong question. She could see it from the way his tail flicked in irritation. She had taught herself every one of his physical cues. They were subtle sometimes, but easier to read in this form. The man had total control over his body, but the devil was just a tad less composed.

“What is this about?” he repeated his question in a smooth, even tone. “Many things, my dear.”

That was another thing she had learned: it was never just one thing. Raphael held grudges. He archived every little mistake in his head in neat files, so he could throw them in your face when you stepped out of line.

“You came crawling to me after your father spat you out, after defying me at every turn and without a crown for me. You begged me to take you in, and yet I question your devotion to my cause. You owe me a grand debt when it comes to loyalty. A debt you have not yet paid back with your services, and one that I now question if you will ever pay back if you keep associating yourself with the wrong people.”

She had wanted to give him the Crown of Karsus. She had liked him even back then. Her companions had fought her every step of the way, and with her dealing with Bhaal, she had too much on her plate to fight them on it.

“It wasn’t my choice, Raphael,” she pleaded. “You know—”

“Yes, yes,” he cut her off impatiently with a wave of his clawed hand. “I have heard all your endless excuses…and I graciously forgave you, didn’t I? You would have been a bloody stain on my carpet long ago if I had not. What I cannot forgive is disloyalty.”

“Raphael, please,” she pleaded quietly. “Just tell me what I have done. I’ll make it right.”

Another flick of his tail. His nose wrinkled and his eyes narrowed, but he quickly schooled his features back into one of indifference.

“What were you doing in Waterdeep?” he asked slowly, each word as heavy as a brick.

That was what all of this was about. She had visited Gale. Gale who had been the very reason that the Crown of Karsus did not go to Raphael. Gale and her had started out as friends, but it evolved to something more along the way. It did not work out. Gale was too perfect, too functional for her. She broke his heart, and she would be lying if she said that this fact wasn’t taken into consideration when she gave up on trying to give to the Crown of Karsus to Raphael.

“I was just visiting,” she admitted. “Nothing more.”

“Just visiting,” he repeated with a hint of venom in his voice. “Just visiting an old flame that snubbed your patron of what was rightfully his, is that right? Is he well, our dear Gale? Does his new unburdened life suit him?”

“We are friends—”

“Friends,” Raphael said with a cruel laugh. “How awfully sentimental of you, dear. How soft you have become. I remember a ruthless woman who murdered her way through Baldur’s Gate. That woman, I could have used. It seems that your father has stripped you of everything that once made you interesting.”

That comment made her furious. It made her blood boil, but then why was she on the verge of crying instead? Why did she find herself pleading instead of yelling?

“Gale and I have been through hell and back,” she said. “It doesn’t change my loyalties for you. Please, Raphael.”

“I will NOT be made to look a fool!!” he roared with a sudden fire in his eyes.

The sound boomed through his office. She flinched. His tail flicked from side to side now. He looked her up and down. It seemed to please him how she was turning pale at his words and tearing up. He returned to his calm and collected demeanor as quickly as he got angry.

“Why are you crying?” he asked without a shred of sympathy in the question.

She tried to stop, but she couldn’t. She just wanted him to understand that she was devoted to him, and that this was all a mistake. She had not meant to cross him or make him angry, but merely to visit an old friend. His nails started tapping on the table again as he waited for her to speak.

“Can’t you— can’t you see that I’m only loyal to you?” she sobbed. Clack, clack… “I made a contract with you because I wanted to work for you. I’m yours, and only yours.” Clack, clack, clack. “Can’t you see how I only want to please you? How much I love you?”

Clack.

He froze for a moment at the oddly heartfelt confession that escaped her lips. She had not meant for that to come out, but he was great at pressuring her into saying things she didn’t want to admit. It was a humiliating confession. She hated being so vulnerable and weak. She wished that she could stuff the words right back down her throat. He wasn’t supposed to know.

A smile spread over his otherwise frozen face. He looked her up and down and let out a small huff of laughter. He looked like a man who had just been handed the perfect weapon. His hand left the table and beckoned her closer with a finger.

She walked over to him, unable to look him in the eye. He tilted her head up with a claw under her chin. He towered over her in that form.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

She looked into his yellow eyes. He was smiling at her.

“Say it again.”

“I love you,” she repeated.

The humiliation in the confession was more apparent this time, and he was eating it up like it was the best meal he had had in centuries. He laughed her straight in the face.

“Oh, dear,” he said with a chuckle. “A creature of habit, aren’t you? You poor girl…”

She swallowed hard. She should have just shut up. His thumb ran over her jaw and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The touch set her aflame, despite the excruciating embarrassment she was feeling.

“Do I remind you of your dear old papa?” he asked, still smiling like the cat that got the cream. “Is that what this is about? It is always the fathers, isn’t it? Still searching for the approval of a cruel master, even now. Perhaps you haven’t changed at all, my dear…”

She kept quiet. He leaned closer as if sharing a secret. She could smell wine and tobacco on his breath. His thumb rubbed circles on her jaw.

“Tell me,” he whispered to her. “Where did your dear Gale fit into this picture? I’m awfully curious.”

Her eyes flicked to his lips for only a second, but he didn’t miss it by the way his smile widened.

There was only one acceptable answer and she prayed that she would choose the right one. She shrugged.

“He didn’t,” she said quietly.

That was the right answer from the way his smile widened.

“No, I would imagine not,” he said. “Too…boring…wasn’t he? He was not enough of a challenge for you, so you discarded him.”

There was a hint of guilt in her eyes at his words. He tutted gently and caressed her cheek.

“Who could blame you?” he cooed. “People like us won’t concern ourselves with boredom. You were right in choosing to focus on greater things. Gale was easy. Pleasing him was easy. He would not make you fight for it like I will.”

That promise made a shiver go through her. Raphael grabbed her arm and tugged her even closer, until she was standing between his legs with her chest pressed against his. His hand came to rest on her hip. He pressed his forehead against her, his nose touching hers. He was tantalizingly close.

“You are mine then, aren’t you?” he asked. “Only mine.”

She nodded. He gave a dangerous smile.

“You want to please me,” he said. “To make me happy…”

Another nod.

“You love and adore me.”

Another nod. His lips were so close she could almost taste them. His thumb was rubbing circles into her hip. His tail was flicking side to side, but not in rage. It was more like a cat that is ready to pounce on an unsuspecting prey that it had been sneaking up on for a while.

“You will write a letter to Gale Dekarios and say that you are unavailable for any future visits,” he whispered against her lips. “That you have already done plenty for him and that you never want to see him again.”

His lips brushed lightly against hers before he pulled away, stealing her breath. She chased his lips, but he only smiled and pulled away further. She knew she had to earn it.

“Go. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?” he said with a smile and let go of her.

[shimohyo]

supernatural Project Eden’s garden au

this was inspired by @fabesblueberries drawing of Desmond, Eloise and Wolfgang with animal traits (please go check it out the art is very good) and the au began from there.

originally it was an au where the cast slowly started to transform into animal hybrids, but after reading to cover one’s eyes by wei_wei_wei on ao3, the au changed directions.

now it’s an au where some members of the cast have a supernatural affinity.

Damon is a snake hybrid.

Wolfgang is a werewolf.

Jett is a were coyote.

Ulysses is a warlock who was forced to make a pact with a demon named Stolas.

Toshiko is a yokai who doesn’t have a mouth.

Kai got abducted by the Fae as a kid and that left him weird.

Jean’s descended from a dragon.

And Eva is an omen bringer/banshee. (Whenever something bad is about to happen, she gets the urge to scream).

The whole plot kinda revolves around this ring that Damon has that makes him look like a regular human. Turns out it actually belongs to Jean’s family and was forged by Ingrid’s ancestors centuries ago, and Jean is actually looking for it.

Stolas, Ulysses’s patron once wanted the ring to study it, so Jean’s dragon ancestor handed it off to the fae for safe keeping.

However, because of Kai, (timey-wimey shenanigans), it ended up in the hands of a garden snake who got transformed into a human man when wearing the ring. This guy is Damon’s father and Damon’s mom ended up killing him for lying to her and stealing the ring so her son would grow up as a normal human.

And yeah that’s the au so far.

[littlejuicebox]

Midnight Chimes 2 / Three years

Background: I plan for this to be a series based off the premise/epilogue from my piece "Midnight Chimes." I’ve changed the character from GN to F because… well, I’m F and I have an easier time writing from that angle. Additionally, I gave Tav a different name... I wanted to give her an identity of her own, I suppose. As a disclaimer, she is a Great Old One Warlock, and I am learning about this class as I go, so it may not exactly follow lore.

Summary: You and Astarion have met before, though you think it meant more to you than it did to him. You are an apothecary shop owner that has recently gained some mysterious Warlock powers; Astarion is, in your eyes, a rake that you wouldn’t trust as far as you can throw him. You two run into one another again after the nautiloid crash.

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader Warlock.

Word Count: 1,292

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He’s got a blade to your neck.

A blade. To your neck.

The bastard doesn’t recognize you at all, does he?

“And you! Keep your distance. No need for this to get messy.” The pale elf warns your companion, Gale, an amiable wizard you’d pulled out of a strange portal not more than a half hour ago.

“Couldn’t agree more. But if you use that knife, I will incinerate you.” Gale responds, surprisingly calm for the situation at hand. Perhaps there’s more to the wizard than meets the eye; if you weren’t stuck with your jugular millimeters from a sharp dagger, you would’ve laughed.

Astarion is distracted by your companion, countering his warning with some asinine threat of his own.

Yes, you unfortunately know the elf's name. He’d frequented your parents’ tavern for years when you worked there as a server in your twenties, and then you two had a pleasant conversation in that same tavern – what was it, three? – three years back. He’d meandered in after being banned for years, while you were on Midwinter holiday visiting your family.

You’d thought it had been a meet-cute, but the rake never did write to your apothecary shop address, in the end. He’d had you fooled, for a moment, but your initial impressions had been correct. It was probably nothing to him. You ultimately figured Astarion had been a rake through and through, and you hadn’t been an easy lay, so he’d dismissed you and decimated your pride in the process.

Bastard.

You supposed the chance encounter had meant more to you than it had him, though you wouldn’t dare to admit you waited for a letter for far too long. Months of checking the post with a glimmer of hope in your lonely heart… how pitiful, honestly.

You feel your patron laugh in amusement… if the celestial being can laugh, or perhaps that’s just the way they translate it to you. They must think this run-in is entertaining… for all you know, they orchestrated it. Hadn’t they been the reason you felt pushed to leave your apothecary shop in the hands of your assistant and travel to Baldur’s Gate, intending to visit your parents on a whim? 

You’d never done an impromptu trip to Baldur's Gate in the all the years you’d been gone. But then you bought that blasted ring with the strange cosmic stone at the antique shop, slipped it on your pinky, and suddenly your mind was not your own. Deep in the recesses of your psyche, something else lurked. Something ancient and unfathomable… you didn’t even know if the thing had a name. And every once in a while, it would compel you to perform an action with nearly obsessive thoughts and visions.

Nothing would stop the psychic barrage apart from acting in the being's interest, not even removing the ring because... well, you couldn't. It was stuck on your pinky. And you weren’t about to maim yourself by chopping off your own finger.

Then, almost unbelievably, you had been kidnapped, infected with a parasite and placed in the path of the insufferable rake, yet again. And now this arrogant elf has a blade pressed to your “darling” neck.

The beautiful bastard even has the gall to wear a knock off of the cologne sample that had been attached to your business card all those years ago. Bergamot, rosemary… and is that brandy?

You had to admit it was a close duplication, but not quite as good as yours. You laugh at the ludicrousness of it all, and the elf’s attention jerks back to you. You must be crazy to be laughing in the face of such a threat… but perhaps you are crazy, after all.

“Don’t recognize me, Astarion? Can’t say I’m surprised.” 

Astarion’s eyes narrow at you. You can see him trying to place your face, scanning it for something familiar, even though the dagger is still pressed flush against your jugular.

“You may not remember me, but I remember you,” You start, and the celestial being in your mind chuckles again, flashing a memory from three years back, when you’d said the exact same thing to this elf in your parents’ tavern. Gods, were you cursed to remember him for all eternity while the rake forgot you after every run in?

“My name is Demi. Demitria?”

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The cold sharpness of the dagger against your neck is starting to make you nervous.

“We met at my parents’ tavern in Baldur's Gate? The Drunken Dragon?”

Astarion is still staring at you suspiciously, tightly gripping the dagger as he searches his memories for any sign of you. You can tell he doesn’t believe you. Gods damn this elf! He didn’t remember you one bit and you’d thought of him more than you’d ever admit to anyone.

Suddenly a sharp sensation ripples through your mind, connecting you to the pale elf’s. At first you think this is a strange trick from your patron, but then you realize it’s something caused by the parasite. You feel its sickening wriggles behind your skull.

It’s the same memory flashing through two perspectives; the night you two met. You see Astarion enter and feel your wary judgment of him, he sees you in a corner booth and you pick up on something predatory about his nature – damn rake – as he sits next to you. You are annoyed by him; he is entertained and intrigued by you.

The conversation ensues and both of you are thoroughly enjoying yourselves, until the bell tower chimes and then – fear, gut-wrenching, all-consuming fear in Astarion’s mind. You two say your goodbyes and then he’s bursting out the door, down the alley, running, panicking, searching for something, someone–

“Agh what the hells!” The silver-haired rake shouts, dropping his dagger and clutching his head in his hands. 

You take the opportunity to roll away and stand up on your own two feet. You get a sense that your patron is protecting you from some of the parasite’s abilities, since you aren’t wriggling in pain on the ground like Astarion… it seems they don’t like another alien entity vying for control of your mind. Gale is swiftly by your side, hands filling with colorful waves of magical energy; you snatch the dagger from the earth. 

When the vision is over, Astarion is blinking up at you. He glosses over your face one more time and then you see it… recognition. The man quickly scrambles to his feet, now unarmed, and splays his hands wide in a signal of truce.

“My sincerest apologies, Demetria. I’m not good with faces; I meet a lot of people, darling, and well, many of you humans look quite similar. I trust we can put this entire misunderstanding behind us?” The silver-haired elf murmurs, flashing you his signature, alluring smile. It must work on nearly everyone.

The gall. The absolute fucking gall.

You want to say no, to laugh in his face; part of you considers stabbing him, just for kicks. But then there is your patron, once again, compelling you to say yes. You have the inexplicable feeling that if you don’t, something terrible will happen to your parents. Why does the entity always make you feel like something will happen to them if you don’t follow these ridiculous urges? What would happen if you didn’t? Are you willing to risk it?

Your jaw locks up as you try to fight back the words, you look to Gale hoping the wizard will say no on your behalf.

“I will leave the matter of this decision to you, Demetria. You were the one with the blade to your neck.” The human man responds with a kindly, relaxed air. How unbothered can one person be, in the face of a parasite and a stab-happy rogue?

Damn the geniality of this wizard. 

“Fine,” You manage to choke out, and you feel the cosmic entity’s hold on your psyche relax. You spin the blade in your hand and return it to its owner, pressing the hilt into his outstretched palm. “But anymore of your bullshit, Astarion, and both Gale and I will blast you into the hells.” 

Astarion grins, all vulpine and pomp, before wrapping his hand around the dagger. He gives the weapon a few spins between his fingers before sheathing the blade on his thigh, “Cross my heart, I’ll behave myself. Seems we have a mutual interest of returning to Baldur’s Gate, and we will need all the allies we can get, after all.” 

“Yes… seems that way.” You agree reluctantly, before sighing and turning to continue your journey along the beach. You and Gale had been scrounging up supplies before you two were rudely interrupted by the rake. 

Fate is a cruel, cruel mistress. And you’re beginning to believe your patron might be even crueler. 

[aldasart]

vrey ♡ for betrayal and/or desire?

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

...I'm not sure Vrey has ever trusted someone enough to be betrayed LOL but in a way, her crush somewhat-a-friend Theodeen had a relationship with a guy named Milo who..... was somehow involved with something she didn't like it forget it's been so many years.

She did scamper off with a fantasy-heaven-terrorist that she barely knew 50% out of pure spite, away from the people who werebeing nice to her. That's probably kind of a betrayal? It all worked in their favour though.

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

It USED to be that Vrey had the humble goal of becoming a god. Basically her warlock pact involved giving her power to do her God's bidding, and eventually she'd be rewarded with being a God herself. At which point she was going to try to kill her patron, because she hates him so so much. (She didn't exactly share this with anyone because uuuuh she was gonna cause the deaths of thousands and just didn't really care. ....she got better....)

But as the campaign went on and she grew to live for something other than delusions of grandeur and a hatred for everything and everyone, she kind of gave up on all that. By the time the campaign ended, all she really wanted was her friends safe and her beloved Luka finally free, and she would've given up her life to see it. (If she dies her God gets her soul and she suffers for eternity OR her dad gets her soul and just keeps her on a shelf. To put it into perspective.)