#physically manifested oc hell

[ljuchauling]

intro post !

i have at long last been LURED onto this DOMAIN with the promise of posting abt my ocs by @failingatlifespectacularly so i suppose i should do as you people do and make an intro post ^_^

my name is soul , i’m bigender and a lesbian & i do have a gf @crownofthornz , i go by he/him only but i prob wont say anything cus idc that much

tags :3

ʚɞ #incessant yapping , talking abt wtv thats not oc related

ʚɞ #oc hell , lore dumps and details and such abt my creations

ʚɞ #physically manifested oc hell , actual art of my creations

ʚɞ #cleo fatal , game thing i’m gonna make someday w/ my gf that i’ll prob talk about the most

ʚɞ #velvet academy , older oc series that i’ll post about less but i love it v much

ʚɞ #MINE , reblogs

i’ll also tag my ocs names when i post about them so here are some of my favs :

ʚɞ #kesaqu guansen manhairi , fav oc from velvet academy

ʚɞ #payori va , 2nd fav & puppet thing thats shipped w kesaqu mostly

ʚɞ #ljubo križman , favoritest ever punk guy from cleo fatal i love him SO much

ʚɞ #björn lange-koch , pathetic 2nd fav thing from cleo fatal , transitions at some point in game but if i’m talking abt b4 that point (most of lore) then i’ll call him björn

ʚɞ #loreley longcock , ^that one post transition to female & also a drag queen , hence her last name

and like a billion more :3 thank u for ur time (flies offstage)

[snowball-doie]

| pairing: dad!Jaehyun x fem!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Poly!ilichil. Angst! Daddy kink. Unprotected vaginal sex. Creampie. Breeding kink. Cock warming themes. Pregnancy kink(?). Pregnancy. Emotional damage for Jaehyun stans.. <3

| wc: 4.7k

| aurora's note: ....you know..... i had this in the drafts of my poly!ilichil x oc book back in august.............. i feel like i unknowingly manifested this... sorry... um.. little bit of context you need is y/n and poly!ilichil already have a daughter together, her name is Reyna, and they all agreed to not know who her biological father is. i didn't want to change too much from my original story... sorry..

You didn’t want to talk about it. Not for a single second. About two months ago, Jaehyun sat everyone down in the living room with the life and color drained from his face, his hands fidgeting with each other as he paced back and forth in front of the TV for a good two minutes before Doyoung begged him to stop and just say what was on his mind. Jaehyun immediately froze, turned, and spit out, “I auditioned for the military band a couple of weeks ago.” The room went still. “I got accepted today. I’ve decided to go early, in November, just to get it out of the way, so that Taeyong and I can come back together to look after Reyna, instead of all of us just going one at a time.” That didn’t make any sense— That made it worse! Everyone expected that it would be one at a time, making it easier to share the load of running such a big house while having a little one running around. How the hell was it helpful to have him leave early— Two years early, by the way. So you decided you didn’t want to hear it, so you got up to leave with the excuse of going to take care of the baby, while the others sat in silence, staring at Jaehyun with shock.

It took a few days before you could look at him again. He tried to talk to you about it, wanting to explain himself and the fact that he was going into the military band so that he would have ample opportunity to visit, probably with Taeyong too, just to cheer you up. But you didn’t want to hear it. There was a crying baby in your room, begging for her dad, and you wondered what you were going to do with him gone… Yeah, there were the others. Of course they would always help out. But Jaehyun had a special touch with your daughter that put her to sleep whenever she was fussy or made her giggle whenever she was scared after a silly nightmare. There were times when you couldn’t help her but he could. How could he leave her?

“Let me feed her so you can rest,” Jaehyun begged from outside the door one afternoon when he heard her crying because she was hungry and you were grumpy while bouncing her in your arms, trying to get her to calm down. You gave in. The door opened, and Jaehyun took your daughter in his arms with a smile and a happy coo that instantly cheered her up. “Hi, my sweet girl. Let’s get you something to eat so you can nap with your mom.”

While he left with the baby, you crashed in bed, finally able to take a nap for the first time in a few days. The other boys tried to help out and get you to rest, but you had locked yourself away ever since Jaehyun said he was leaving— You didn’t want their help, because who could you trust? Next thing you’d know, Doyoung would be surprising you with his early enlistment, too… And maybe Jungwoo would follow suit… You didn’t dare to dream that Hyuck would leave you, too, but the concern lingered in the back of your mind. Jaehyun had flipped your whole world upside down, and you hated him for it.

By the time you were able to look him in the eyes again, the boys returned to their schedules of taking turns looking after the baby, and Johnny was cooking meals for a silent household since everyone was walking on eggshells around you. They’d just gotten their daughter back, no one wanted to start another argument that would have you retreating into your bedroom again. But Jaehyun observed you closely. Physically, he was at a distance, but his eyes followed you, like he was expecting you to say something to him. And you did.

“Mark and Haechan won’t even be here to see you off.”

Everyone in the kitchen went to a standstill.

“Reyna and I can’t go either.” If people took pictures of you, a random lady, holding a baby at his enlistment ceremony, the internet would’ve burned to the ground with speculation that would’ve flushed down the drain years of hard work keeping your relationship a secret.

Doyoung shifted uncomfortably on his seat while switching Reyna to his left arm to cradle her as he ate his breakfast that Johnny made.

“You’ll miss so much… Her first steps… Maybe her first words too…”

Yuta put his clean plate in the sink for Jungwoo to wash. Johnny turned off the stove before taking his own plate filled with eggs and sausage to his seat at the table. However, no one else moved or spoke until you stood, your plate still untouched, and left to go to your room.

Another two days later, there was a knock at your door, followed by Jaehyun cautiously peeking in to see if you’d send him away after throwing a pillow or something more… damaging than that. To his surprise, when you didn’t object to his appearance, he entered completely, closing the door behind him before slowly sitting on the corner of your bed. Reyna was napping in Mark’s room because he was trying to make the most out of seeing her before he and Haechan had to go back on tour in Europe for a whole month.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, baby.”

You stared at him, hoping that if you didn’t move and kept your breathing steady that you wouldn’t fall apart and start crying.

“But I am going—”

You gulped, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“—and I hope that you’ll support my decision in time.” He bit his lip and played with his hands anxiously. “I know I’m going to miss out on a lot with Reyna, and the rest of you too. It kills me that I might not be here for her first steps, or when she’s teething and keeping you all up every night, or when she says her first words… But I’d rather give up some of that than give up her first day at preschool where she makes her first real friends, or when she gets her first stupid playground crush on some stupid kid who doesn’t deserve her a single bit.” Both of you chuckled quietly. “I want her to know that I’m her dad. If I leave now, she won’t know, and by the time I come back, she’ll learn who I am and always know that I’m her dad, and that I’m never going anywhere ever again. That’s the choice I’ve made. To be remembered by her, and to experience other things with her, I have to give up some of the other stuff now—”

Jaehyun was caught off guard when you threw the covers off your body and immediately leaned forward, putting your weight on your knees, so that you could kiss him gently. It took him a few seconds to snap out of his trance and reciprocate your kiss. His hands caressed your cheeks, fingers tickling your earlobes, his lips and tongue fighting for dominance.

But then he pulled away for air. His gaze was lowered in shame as he whispered, “I don’t want to fight these next few weeks. Can we just… Can we try to have fun? Be normal?”

“I’d like that.”

With a sigh of relief, Jaehyun pulled you on top of him while he simultaneously shifted to sit more comfortably on the bed. He cradled you close to him, like he was afraid to ever let go. In return, you held onto him, fingers tangling in his hair, your forehead pressed against his temple, staring at his dimples that Reyna and Jungwoo liked to play with— Everyone joked that was the one thing she must’ve inherited from Jungwoo, her uncanny obsession with Jae’s dimples and smile lines. And so the two of you stayed like that for what could’ve been hours on end. Every so often, Jaehyun would shift slightly beneath you, kissing you, rubbing your back comfortingly, whispering words of praise and affirmation. When he asked if he could spend the night in your room with you and Reyna, you replied with a nod. Then when Mark returned with Reyna, you took her while Jaehyun laid with his back against the headboard of your bed, his legs spread wide enough for you to sit comfortably between them while your back was resting against his stomach, both of you staring down at your daughter, watching as she slept so soundly knowing that her dad was there.

As promised, you and Jaehyun acted like things were normal. You didn’t want to talk about him enlisting. He didn’t want to upset you. The rest of the house was terrified of setting you off again. So things went on like there wasn’t a doom’s day clock in the back of their minds, counting down the days until November 4th. Mark and Haechan seemed content with the decision to pretend like nothing was wrong because it made their quick stay at home between tours go easier, like how they went out to lunch with Jae almost every other day, and the three of them would play with Reyna in the living room whenever she had a lot of energy in the bouncer Hyuck bought for her.

The evenings were reserved for you and Jae. It started innocent at first, casually cuddling together and watching a TV show he’d been dying to cross off his list for a while. But then he asked you out on a date. Of course those weren’t uncommon in the house— But you going out in public with them was next to impossible, so it struck you as odd that Jaehyun would want to run the risk of a scandal so close to his enlistment… Then again, who were you to deny him? You wanted to savor every moment with him that you could, so against your better judgment, you said yes, letting him spoil you to an entire date night out and about.

During the drive home, Jaehyun’s hand was placed high on your thigh while he massaged it fairly roughly although it was mindless so you didn’t care to stop him. He was distracting you, though. While you tried to admire the city out your window while listening to some of his music, his fingers on the inside of your leg, his cold rings against your skin, his big palm threatening to slide under your dress… You wondered if he had other intentions. He seemed preoccupied with the road while humming along to the music, but his hands seemed to be in a different world from the rest of him.

When you pulled up to the house, Jaehyun ran around the car once it was off so that he could open your door before you could even unbuckle your seatbelt. With a wide grin plastered across his face, Jae took your hand and led you inside, switching to caress the small of your back possessively as you entered the living room to find the boys playing a Mario Kart tournament— Jungwoo, Mark, Haechan, and Johnny were playing  while Yuta bounced Reyna in his arms.

Despite Jaehyun’s obvious attempts to rush you up to his bedroom, Johnny paused the game when Mark stopped the two of you with an innocent question about how your date went. Jaehyun gave a quick, half-assed reply of, “Good,” before trying to corral you again; However, you stayed to tell them about everything the two of you did. He took you to a fancy restaurant that many celebrities took all their “hidden treasures” to because of the staff’s reliable secrecy, and the fact that all the patrons were there with someone they didn’t want to be spotted with, so no one was going to snitch. After dinner, Jae drove you two around Seoul for a bit, going up some of the mountains to the look outs before driving back down to look at the city that was buzzing with nightlife.

“It was lots of fun, yes,” Jaehyun admitted with an impatient smile. “Now, if you don’t mind, she and I are going to be busy for the rest of the night.”

Hyuck looked up. “Can I join?”

“No.”

With that, Jaehyun took his hand in yours then dragged you up to his room which was second on the left, putting him between Johnny and Yuta. The door slammed shut behind the two of you once you entered. Jaehyun immediately pushed you up against the wall, his hands pinning you with nowhere to escape to as his lips began attacking yours.

“I want another one,” he muttered between kisses.

“What?”

“A baby…” He took off your dress and bra. “I want another baby.” His hands began running over your stomach. “Want the boys to send me pictures of you while I’m gone…” He left a big hickey on your neck, forcing you to hiss at the pain. “Want to know that I did it this time… That I have something to look forward to when I come back.”

You fiddled with the buckle of his pants while he latched onto a nipple. “Won’t you be sad, though?”

“Why?”

“You wouldn’t be here…”

“I’ll come back and visit every chance I get.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles. He stood and took off his shirt. With your hand suddenly jerking off his hard cock, you whispered in his ear something wanton about wanting to have another baby with him, and that set Jaehyun off. He used his strength to pick you up and prop you against the wall while he replaced your hand with his own so that he could line his tip up with your wet entrance. He chuckled in your ear. It was pathetic that all he did was touch your leg in the car and beg you for a baby and suddenly you were dripping wet for him. But that was Jaehyun. He was sexually appealing just by existing, how could you not be turned on just by the mere sight of him?

Jaehyun truly wasted no time pushing into you. His hold on your body never wavered, fingers digging roughly into the undersides of your thighs so that he could support you while fucking into you at an unrelenting pace. You knew that he’d been pent up for a little bit. Ever since “the conversation”, Jaehyun hadn’t gotten laid by anyone in the house, and that was difficult for him since he was the type of guy to relieve stress by sticking his dick in something, but since you were pissed off, you didn’t entertain him, and the boys were keeping their distance too. Jaehyun had a lot of pent up energy. Between wanting to fuck-out some of his feelings and wanting to have another baby, there was really no reason for him to hold back. So he gave you everything he had.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as he continued to piston in and out of you, strangled grunts reverberating from him every time he hit your clit with his unshaved pubic bone. Even though you were trying not to think about the inevitable, it was impossible to ignore the feeling of his long hair between your fingers and under your palms as you tugged on him to force him to kiss you. Jaehyun did so eagerly, his tongue immediately claiming dominance that you always so willingly handed over to him. With your legs wrapped around his small waist, Jaehyun spun, his cock still inside of you, and he set you on the bed before immediately going back to fucking you. There wasn’t a single moment of reprieve where you could catch your breath. He had a goal in mind, and there was no reality in which he wasn’t going to fill you to the brim with load after load throughout the entire night. Who knew taking silly risks like going out in public together would get him so riled up.

“My good girl,” he cooed lovingly in your ear, “taking my cock so well.” He sucked at your neck to leave a hickey while you whimpered and bucked your hips up into him. “So eager to be filled.”

“Please, Jae—”

His grip on your body tightened threateningly.

“Please, daddy!”

Jaehyun moaned against your skin, one his hands drifting between your bodies to rub your clit as a reward for being good, calling him the name he loved so much. The fingers working on your clit suddenly stopped. You whined, squirming beneath him, desperate for the pleasurable friction to return, but Jae held you still.

“Don’t move.”

You complained with a pout, “Daddy…”

“I know, baby girl, don’t worry, I’ll let you cum. I gotta cum first, though… Then—” He slammed into you roughly. “Then you’ll cum to make sure you take in every drop. Got it?”

You nodded eagerly. “Every drop.”

“Good girl.”

His muscular body swallowed you whole as he put all his weight on the bed, his long hair falling in his face while he kissed you passionately, his legs forcing yours to stay spread wide while his cock stretched you wide, his tip making you wince because it felt like it wa kissing your cervix over and over and over again. He was being a bully. He had you pinned to the point you were immobile, left paralyzed to his will and the chorus of moans the two of you were letting out with every thrust.

“I’m getting close, princess. Shit.” Jaehyun put even more of his weight on you while his hips made shallow thrusts rather than having your hole suck in every single inch each time. “Be good and take my cum.” A final, pornographic grunt set Jaehyun over the edge. His hands squeezing your waist for dear life, his lips pressed to yours, his saliva mixing with yours. “Good girl,” he mumbled.

As he thrusted a few more times to ride out his high, Jaehyun pushed himself upright, moving his weight to his knees so that he had a clear view of your wet cunt which he decided had suffered enough and deserved to finally have an orgasm. His fingers returned to your clit. Both of you moaned when your walls tightened around his cock, pulling in his cum, which only egged him on— All of his focus was trained on making you cum with his big cock still buried inside of you. Jaeahyun was admittedly somewhat of a master with his fingers. Now that he had his sights set on his text task of forcing an orgasm out of you, his skillful fingers rubbed your sensitive nub at a fast pace but in various directions and patterns so that the stimulation was constant and overwhelming, turning you into nothing but moans and pleas for him to have some mercy on you. However, one of Jaehyun’s hands didn’t waver from your hip. He kept you as still as he could while your stomach twisted into knots, his cock all too noticeable. He seemed to know what you were thinking.

He grinned ear to ear and moved his palm from your hip to the bottom of your stomach, pressing on it slightly before he slowly moved his cock. “Feel me, princess? I’m right… here…” And then he pressed his thumb down.

“Oh, fuck— Jae— Daddy— Please!”

“Please, what?”

“Please let me cum!”

“Cum for me, pretty girl.”

You let go within an instant, your body fighting against his hold, your hands desperately clinging to the sheets and his hand that was torturing your overstimulated clit.

“Keep fucking my cock like that, princess. Just like that. So fucking good—”

He threw his head back as he twitched inside of you, another load flooding into you as your own high faded. The two of you were just trading orgasms. He was the worst.

Jaehyun finally loosened his grip and removed his fingers from your throbbing clit. Both of you slumped, but he didn’t pull out of you, instead he reached over for a pillow that he slid under your hips to keep them elevated before he rolled his thumbs over your hardened nipples for fun.

“I’ve got another few rounds in me,” he told you. You looked at him with exhausted, heavy eyes. He was glowing with energy, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, his toned abs extending and clenching as he panted, his muscular thighs twitching when he shifted his weight around to sink into you again. “Be good and keep your legs open for me, okay?”

You nodded, “Yes, daddy,” surrendering to his will for the rest of the night.

Every day after that, Jaehyun would find a rhyme or a reason to have one of the other boys look after Reyna while he fucked you for hours on end in his bedroom. Balls deep in you, he’d always mumble things about knocking you up, having another baby, leaving you with a parting gift. For whatever reason, you didn’t take him seriously. You played into it, moaning that you wanted him to fill you up, to give you a baby… Why you never expected that it would actually happen was beyond you. Nearly three weeks straight he was fucking you into his mattress in every position imaginable. Loads and loads of his cum seeped out of you, day and night, while you were sitting at the dining table eating meals, or while you were cuddled with one of the other boys for movie night. You were an idiot to not seriously think about the consequences.

That was until the dreaded D-Day everyone’d been avoiding for so long.

Watching him from the open doorway of his bedroom, you could see that Jaehyun had pretty much everything ready to go. His hair was already cut short— Shorter than you liked, and they all knew that after the Taeyong debacle in April where Jungwoo had to apologize profusely to you for two weeks straight. His room was in perfect condition, everything was put away neatly, his clothes that were remaining at home were hung up in the closet or neatly folded in his drawers— Even though you said you would keep his clothes fresh so that he would have things to wear when he’d visit. On his desk, there was a stack of letters which you could see had Reyna’s name addressed on the front, along with dates for every week until his discharge. She wouldn’t be able to read them, but he probably expected you or one of the boys to read them to her in his stead. That hurt too much to consider. You didn’t want to think about all the ways he’d poured his heart out for her in those letters, and how you would have to say them out loud like you weren’t suffering without him, that you didn’t miss him every second he was gone.

You gathered the courage to ignore the letters so that you could finally knock on his door with a quiet sniffle. Jaehyun quickly glanced at you to see who was visiting before he returned to his packing. His suitcase was nearly full, there were just a few last minute clothes and toiletries he needed to stuff inside.

“Hi, baby girl. Come in.”

As you stepped forward and sniffled again, Jaehyun looked over his shoulder at you, then once he noticed the tears pooling in your eyes, he stopped packing and turned to you completely.

“What’s wrong?”

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah, baby. Of course.”

Jaehyun sat next to his suitcase on the bed so that he could pull you sideways onto his lap. “What’s got my baby girl all upset, huh?” He wiped away one of your tears. “I’ll be back in a few weeks—”

“Please don’t leave. Please. I’ll do anything to keep you here, just don’t leave us.”

Jae sighed and kissed your cheek, leaving his lips pressed against you while he thought for a minute. “I’m so sorry, baby, I have to go, you know that.”

You started crying even harder, clinging onto his black sweatshirt, babbling more pathetic pleas for him to not leave. He just kept saying how sorry he was between your sobs. There was no reasoning with him, the same way there was no reasoning with you. He decided that he was leaving. You decided that you couldn’t accept that. The two of you were at a standstill in which his pride and honor was winning against your emotional argument. He knew that it wasn’t easy for you to let go, so he tried to just ease your mind only slightly about seeing him off for training at the least… That still wasn’t good enough for you.

“I’m pregnant, Jae.”

He froze underneath you. “What?” he croaked.

“I took tests ‘cause I was late, and given the last few weeks, I was suspicious…”

One of his hands drifted over your stomach. “Is it mine?”

“Of course it’s yours, stupid. You wanted a baby so bad, so I didn’t sleep with any of the others the past few weeks… Of course they’re fucking yours. That’s why I can’t let you leave.”

He chuckled happily before kissing you passionately, his smile sticking to your lips. The idiot was over the moon with excitement while you were crying on his lap like a wounded puppy that had been ditched on the side of the road. That was practically what he was doing to you. Leaving you early. Leaving you on the side of the road to fend for yourself. Meanwhile he was laughing to himself, mumbling things about how happy he was, that he was relieved you were having another baby— His baby. It was exactly what he wanted, so of course the fucker was satisfied with himself. 

“Please, Jae. For us, don’t leave.”

His smile faded and his eyes fell shut. “I wish I could stay… But we both knew that even if this happened, I’d still have to leave, princess.”

He tried to comfort you with a million different promises that honestly went in one ear and out the other. He would visit every single break he was given. He would be there when the baby would be born, same with Taeyong. It would be a bit longer until Doyoung or Jungwoo would enlist, so you would have them by your side through everything, keeping you company whenever he couldn’t. Everything was going to be okay. He was going to be okay—

“I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl.”

“I know he’s a boy.” Jaehyun’s touch drifted back and forth slowly. “I’ve had dreams for the past few weeks that we’d have a boy.” Finally, his hands left your stomach to reach up and cup your face gently while he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. “We’re gonna be okay, princess. When have I ever lied to you?” You couldn’t reply, you just tucked into his touch affectionately. “I love you.”

You fisted the dense fabric of his sweatshirt in your hand to keep him close to your body. “I love you, too.”

“It’s time to go,” Johnny said from the doorway where he must have been watching and eavesdropping like you were minutes prior.

Jae sighed anxiously. “Okay, just give me a second to throw the rest of my stuff in my bag.”

“Yuta’s got Reyna downstairs for you.”

He nodded. “Thanks, hyung.”

After Johnny left, you slid off Jaehyun’s lap reluctantly so that he could finish packing while he quietly explained the letters for Reyna on his desk, how he wanted one of you to read a  letter to her once a week, every week until his return. He didn’t care if she wouldn’t remember anything in the letters. His words meant something, and he was eager to come home to her… and to you. He said that last part after zipping his bag shut and turning to face you while holding it. Eighteen months. He’d be back in eighteen months. There’d be so much to look forward to in that time, like all of Reyna’s milestones, and having another baby. He implored you to send him as many updates as possible, just so he was in-the-know and had keepsakes to get him through those eighteen months. And all you got in return was one last “I love you,” as he left the house with only a small handful of the boys to head to his enlistment ceremony.

another aurora's note: sending all the valentines love and support <3 he'll be back before we know it. my asks are always open if you want to talk.

[mendessi]

things i say when you sleep | chapter ten

multi chapter bodhi durran x fem!oc

word count: 4.5k

chapter summary: Intimacy is a fickle thing.

content warning: explicit content 18+, unprotected piv, praise kink if you squint, bodhi has a thing for biting, choking (barely), oral (f!receiving), fingering, lots of feelings

AO3 masterlist

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The way his fingers dig into my thighs steals my breath. 

"What did you say?" He whispers.

Bodhi is still on his knees in front of me where I stand in his room. 

"Take. It. Off." 

His eyes search mine for a moment, seeking validation, and the corner of my lip rises. 

Still kneeling in front of me, his hand trails up my side, finding the line of buttons holding my dress together. He pops them undone one by one until the dress falls to the floor and pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. I'd feel exposed with anyone else, but this is Bodhi. 

He kisses a soft trail from one hip bone to the other and then looks up at me. I tangle my fingers in his curls as his kisses grow hungrier, and his teeth nip at my skin. I tug his hair lightly, pulling his head back so that he looks at me. 

"I want you, Bodhi," I say lowly, and he looks at me with half-closed eyes and parted lips. "All of you. No holding back." 

"Tell me you mean it," He rasps. 

"Let me show you."

Slowly lowering my shields, I slide my hands from his hair to the sides of his face. 

"Close your eyes," I whisper. 

The ache that I feel for him is tremendous. In all aspects: sexually, physically, mentally, hell, even spiritually. I think back to the night the light manifested into my hands and how I wanted to kiss him in the shower. This wanting, this yearning that I have felt for him is devastating. It hurts in the best and worst ways.  

I crave him. All of him, the good and the bad. I want it all. It's unfair to want someone this badly.

The feelings rush through me, and I push them out one by one as soon as they hit. 

His thumb brushes against my cheek, and I don't realize that a single tear has rolled down my cheek til he swipes it away.  

My eyes open, and I look down at him, searching for any reaction. 

His name is almost off my lips when he surges to his feet, his lips melting into mine before he's even fully standing. His hands find my face, cupping where my jaw and neck meet, thumbs brushing against my skin as he pushes me back toward the bed. 

"You're going to ruin me, Ani," He says in between kissing me. 

His tongue delves into my mouth, gliding against mine, and I whimper as I fall back onto the mattress. At some point from the middle of my room to here, he lost his shirt. I've seen him shirtless plenty of times, but in this light, it is an entirely new sensation. The way his muscles move under the dim light of the moon, his relic shimmering up his arm. 

He crawls on top of me, pinning me in between his hands as he leans down pressing a punishing kiss to my lips. I breathe in each kiss like it's the only thing keeping me alive. Like it all could be snatched away from me at a moment's notice. 

Cupping my cheek with one hand and trailing a line of kisses from my jaw to my neck. He lets his hand trail down my waist, fingers digging into my hip as he kisses down the valley of my breasts. 

"So fucking perfect," He mutters against my skin before taking my nipple into his mouth. I gasp softly, my fingers retangling themselves in his hair. 

"Bodhi." My eyes flutter shut as he kisses from one nipple across my chest to the other and repeats the action. He leaves kisses all over my body, wherever he moves, like he's praising me. 

"What do you need? Tell me," He breathes against my skin, his fingers slowly tugging my underwear down. 

Instinctively, I press my thighs together. 

"You don't have to hide from me." His fingers brush against the sides of my thighs. "We can stop at any moment." 

"N-no." The word comes out too quickly, and he laughs softly before kissing the inside of my knee. 

"I want you ready for me." His eyes darken as he slowly parts my thighs. "I want to take care of you first. Is that okay?" 

He hooks his arms under my thighs and pulls me towards him, pressing hungry kisses to the insides of my thighs. He sucks and nips at the skin and all I can do is bite into my lip to not make a sound. 

"Look at me," He says gently, and I almost don't catch it, so he repeats it sternly, "Look at me." 

I tear my eyes from the ceiling and force myself to look at him.

"I want to hear you," He says and I barely have time to nod before his tongue is flush against my clit and my hips involuntarily buck into his mouth. He sucks and nips and fucking eats like he's never had anything so good. 

My eyes flutter shut, and he taps his fingers against my thigh, which I can tell is him telling me to look at him. His gaze holds mine when he dips two fingers into my heat, the stretch slightly stinging in the best way, his tongue moving in deliberate strokes.

"Just soaking for me, aren't you?" He pulls away from my clit with a pop and I can't even form a coherent thought as he continues to drive his fingers into me at a steady pace. His free hand reaches up, pulling one of mine from his hair and lacing our fingers together. 

It's hard to believe that I had him on his knees in front of me moments ago, and now I was a withering mess under him. 

He licks from my entrance back to my clit, reattaching his lips there and sucking. I let my head fall back into my pillow, tugging him by his hair further between my thighs if that were even possible. He groans in response sending vibrations through my clit, curling his fingers upward. 

"Bodhi- fuck," I cry out, my hips rolling against the palm of his hand, the coil in my lower belly pulling tighter and tighter until it finally snaps. 

I can feel my walls pulsing around his fingers as he continues to drive them into me, through my orgasm. 

"That's it, sweet girl." He places a kiss on my inner thigh when it finally subsides and then brings his face back to mine. 

I cup his jaw, pulling his lips to mine. My tongue finds his, and I whine when I taste my own arousal. 

"So fucking sweet," He practically growls, bringing his fingers to his lip, licking them clean. It's obscene, but it makes me more desperate for him. 

"I-" The words are on the tip of my tongue, but thoughts refuse to form. 

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what you need," He's fucking teasing me at this point. That's just not fair, now is it?

I want to be back in control. I liked it when he was on his knees begging for my forgiveness. 

I pull him in for a kiss, tugging his bottom lip between my teeth. A sound resonates in the back of his throat that I can't decipher, but his hand is on my neck in a position that has me clenching around nothing.

"I want you inside me." I trail my hand down his bare chest, giving my fingers grace to brush over the bumps that I know are scars. I dip my hand under the waistband of his jeans, biting my lip at how hard he is for me. He breathes out, his forehead falling against mine as I tease him through his briefs. "Now."

He pulls away from me and stands up just to pull his pants and briefs off, freeing his hard length. My lips part slightly as I sit up on my elbows. Well, I had a feeling, but the confirmation is just... he's big, to say the least. 

He lifts my hips, tucking one of his pillows underneath me before he crawls back between my thighs. Teasing must be his favorite thing because he drags the tip of leaking cock between my folds, nudging at my clit making my hips buck forward again. 

"You're being mean," I whine. 

"Have some patience, baby," He laughs, and I giggle when he leans down to press a kiss to my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. 

"Look at me," I mock his words from earlier as he presses my thighs open further. The weight of him between my legs reminds me of being on the mat, but this is so much more intimate. 

"Still okay?" He asks, his tone softer, and I nod. 

Our gazes are fixed on one another when I guide the tip of his cock to my entrance and he slowly pushes in. Neither of us folds, staring into the other's eyes as he sinks in, inch by inch. My nails dig into his shoulder blades at the sting, and both of our lips part as we breathe out. He's the first to break when he finally moans once he's seated to the hilt. 

A small sound of discomfort leaves my lips before I can stop it, and his eyebrows furrow with concern. It's a combination of the way he's splitting me open and the nerves I'm suddenly feeling with him between my legs. 

"I'm sorry," I say quietly. "It's been a while since-"

"Don't be sorry." He presses his lips to mine in the most gentle kiss I've ever received. "Never be sorry." 

With a few deep breaths to help adjust to the size of him, I nod my head. He drags his cock out slowly and then pushes back in, just as slow. I'm more than wet enough for him, and the way he glides in and out sends shivers down my spine. 

"Fits so perfect," He groans, "Like you were made for me." 

His head rests in the crook of my neck and bites gently at the skin there, eliciting a moan from me. The rhythm he sets is just what I need to adjust, and it has me whimpering underneath him in less than a minute. 

My nails are not kind to his skin as he pulls out almost fully before thrusting back into me to the hilt. His lips don't leave my skin when he squeezes the pressure points at my throat making my pussy throb around him. I thrust my hips upwards, flipping us over so that I'm on top, just like I would on the mat. He pushes himself up off the mattress so that his back is against the headboard. I wrap my arms around his neck so that our chests pull flush to one another. The position is ridiculously intimate, and my chest swirls with emotions. His, mine, I don't know, but I don't care. He's here. Pressing into me at an entirely insane angle and it hurts so fucking good. 

"Eyes up here." He cups my jaw in his hand, forcing me to look at him. "I want to look at you when you ride me."

I have to fight my eyes from rolling to the back of my head when I slowly start to roll my hips. It'd been years since I'd been intimate with anyone, but watching the way his head falls against the headboard, breathy moans leaving his lips tells me I'm doing something right. 

My forehead is against his, his hands bruising my waist as he guides my hips up and down his cock. The angle is ruinous, his tip hitting a place within me no one else has ever touched. Our lips are parted, an inch apart, as we swallow each other's breaths and moans, the pace of my hips moving faster. He thrusts upwards, meeting me halfway, and I feel the coil tightening for the second time tonight.

"Bodhi," I whimper against his lips. 

"I know, sweet girl, I can feel it." He kisses my chin. I look between us to see a dim golden light illuminating off my chest. "So fucking tight. So perfect. So beautiful. Let go." 

"Feels so good," whimpers echo off the stone walls of his room, but he shushes me with another kiss. "Right there, fuck, Bodhi."

The muscles in my thighs ache as my legs start to shake. I cry out when he sinks his teeth into my shoulder hard enough that the imprint of his bite is left behind in a bruise. But the primal energy of it all is enough to push me over the edge. My hand is around his throat this time as he continues to pound into me, my walls clenching around him once more. But he doesn't stop as I come around his cock for the first time. He continues to drive into me his nails digging into my spine.

"Give me one more, baby, just one more. I know you can." He's a fucking mess underneath me. He reaches up to brush my hair off my forehead, but I can tell he just wants to see my face. 

"I don't know if I can." My breath is heavy, and I'm overstimulated, but I want to give him everything he wants.

"Read me," He says. "Read me, Ani." 

I search his eyes, cupping his cheeks again as he rolls us back over when he feels my pace stutter. He can tell I'm tired from riding him, and I'm grateful when he takes control again.

The yearning is more prevalent than ever, but there's nothing left to yearn for. He has all of me right here in this bed. Want?

Need.

It's not a want, it's a need.

I need her like I need the air to breathe. She is everything to me, and that terrifies me. 

I need her more than she probably will ever need me, and the revelation is near earth-shattering. 

"I do need you," I shake my head feverishly. 

"You don't understand," He whispers, kissing me again.

So close to my second orgasm; the pressure is building in my lower belly for the third time tonight, and my legs tremble. His hand wraps under my knee, pressing it to my chest so he can drive deeper. I don't care how loud I'm moaning or if anyone can hear us. He's ensuring I become a part of his mattress, and I can't think of anything else. Tears brim the corners of my eyes at the sheer and overwhelming pleasure. A few roll down my cheeks as his name falls off my lips over and over again. 

There is nothing on the Continent that could compare to what I'm feeling right now in this bed. 

"I do," I reassure him. "I'm right where I need to be."

"Fuck, Ania," He moans my name, and it sounds so foreign but I need to hear it everyday for the rest of my life or I won't be content. 

His hand reaches between us finding my clit and he only has to rub a few circles before I come for a third time. He has to hold me in place as I writhe under him. He gets one, two, three more thrusts in before his hips stutter and his cock twitches within me. His release is warm and fills me to the brim. He moans my name as he cups my jaw one more time so I can watch him come undone. 

He stays where he is, the only sound filling the room being our heavy breathing. I clench around him with the last waves of my orgasm, and he bites back another quiet moan. 

"I'm never leaving this bed," He says against my skin, swiping his tongue over the bite mark he left in my shoulder. 

We both moan softly as he pulls himself from my heat, and I wince at the emptiness. That will hurt in the morning. 

He stands up and crosses his room to grab a towel from the armoire. I admire the prominent muscles in his back before he turns back around. He sits on the edge of the bed, and his eyes scan me over once, pausing where I can feel the mixture of our come dripping out of me. My cheeks turn red at the way my chest and hands still lightly glow.

"I will never get enough of this," He says to me as he gently cleans between my thighs. The gesture is so intimate that I almost flinch away from him. I don't know how to handle the domesticity of it. 

I can't find the words. He's everything I wanted when I was younger, and now I've just had him in the most special way. He willingly shared his emotions with me, and it might be the most intensely sexy thing that's ever happened to me during sex.

I have half the mind to wonder how this will be explained to Xaden and Garrick, and god forbid if Beckett were alive. 

"Do you think I mean it now?" I ask as he lies back down next to me. He pulls me into his side, pressing a soft kiss to my head. 

He laughs breathily, and I can feel him nod as I rest my head against his heart. The steady beat nearly lulls me to sleep. 

"It's hard not to." His fingers draw patterns against the skin on my back. "Why were you on the field with Gleigeal? Liam mentioned you were supposed to be at the party, and then Garrick told me he saw you practically run out there."

My heart jumps, and I remember where he had found me earlier tonight. 

"I was irresponsible. I approached a form of burnout, I think." I say softly. "I thought I could hold the emotions of every marked one today, but absorbing too many at once for an extended period backfired." 

"And Gleigeal helped you?" he asks softly. I can sense that he's upset that I thought I could do such a thing. 

"He pushed me to ground and gain control of the situation," I reply. 

"I'm proud of you," He says, tilting my chin to look up at him. 

"I'm proud of me too," I say, and he smiles, leaning down to kiss me gently. 

The question presses at the back of my mind of what happens now. Do we move forward as friends? Are we... exclusive? What happens next?

"Where do we go from here?" I finally ask. 

"I think-"

We are both startled at the sound of banging on the door. He grabs the sheet and wraps it around his waist, and I stand up, ignoring the way my legs wobble. I grab my dress and move to the corner of the room to step back into it. 

He glances at me before he pulls the door open. 

"They're calling a full formation." Garrick says, and my cheeks heat up. "Are you alone?"

"Uh... no?" Bodhi replies, and I cover my mouth to stifle the laugh that escapes my lips.

"Who?" Garrick asks. 

"That's-" 

"I'll take a guess." He's silent for a moment. "Ania, are you decent?"

My jaw unhinges slightly, and the way that my cheeks flush is embarrassing. Bodhi pulls the door open wider, and I appear behind him, fumbling with the buttons of my dress.

"Hi, Garrick," I smile awkwardly. 

"Hmm," Garrick smirks, looking between me and Bodhi. 

"Don't tell Xaden," Bodhi says. 

"Don't tell Xaden what?" Xaden appears, and I wish nothing more than to shrink into a tiny particle and cease to exist. 

He surveys the sight in front of him: Bodhi holding the sheet around his waist, my dress barely buttoned up, and both of our hair a mess. I'm sure red patches litter my neck where he nipped, and with no sleeves, the bruise in the shape of a bite is perfectly visible. 

I want to die at this moment. 

"Cousin," Bodhi laughs nervously. 

"Formation. Now." His square jaw ticks, and I note the way his fingers flex. 

"Yes, sir," Bodhi nods and turns away from the door. He looks back at me to give me a small nod, and then I slide my shoes on quickly before following Garrick and Xaden out of the room. My cheeks are still hot as I follow behind them to the courtyard. 

"Here." Garrick removes his jacket and puts it around my shoulders. "It's cold."

"Thank you," I offer him a smile and tug it around my shoulders. 

I fall into formation next to Rhiannon, and she turns to face me, noticing that I'm still struggling with the line of buttons. Some of them are broken, thanks to Bodhi. Other cadets are still falling into formation frantically as my heart pounds against my chest. Some people are still in their dress uniforms, and others look like they've just been woken up from a deep sleep. It has to be only hours away from sunrise. 

"Do you need help?" Rhiannon asks, and I nod thankfully. 

"I got it," Violet steps in, still in her dress uniform. Rhi nods, and I hide my shock as Violet starts to fix the buttons lining my side.

My body tenses against my will, and I finally speak, "Thank you."

"I've been kind of a bitch recently and I wanted to apologize," She says. She could've been done by now, but she's taking her time fixing my dress. 

"Why?" I ask. "I didn't do anything to you." 

She takes a deep breath and then shakes her head once. "Xaden." 

"I don't understand," I look at her. She pats my side, signaling she's finished, and I lower my arm and turn to face her. 

"I was the impression that we were sharing his time," She says. She embarrassed but I don't say anything. 

My brows furrow as I try to process what she means, and then it clicks. "You thought me and Xaden?" 

I nearly gag. The man is the closest thing alive that I have to a brother. 

"It's not my proudest moment," She raises her hands in defense. "He told me tonight that you two were raised together. Why didn't you tell me?"

I shrug. "I was ashamed to have this relic when I entered the quadrant. What would people think if they knew that Fen Riorson was basically my uncle?" 

"I understand," She nods, "But regardless, I am sorry, Ania. You didn't deserve how I treated you." 

I sense that she's genuine, so I smile softly, "Apology accepted."

"Where the hell were you?" Ridoc asks as he falls in line, "I was banging on your door for like ten minutes." 

"She had a busy night, can't you tell?" Liam teases as he buttons the top of his uniform. He had a busy night, too. 

Ridoc glares at Liam as Dain approaches, finally. Hopefully, now we can have some answers for what the hell is going on. 

"Riders Quadrant!" We all stand at attention as Panchek's voice booms across the courtyard. "Welcome to the last event of this year's War Games."

I release the breath I didn't know I was holding, and I have to slam my shields shut to block out the surge of anger that rushes through my veins. People are pissed. 

General Aetos steps forward and explains the initiative, assigning Fourth Wing to the southeast. The exercise is supposed to be five days, and we're given a limited amount of time to pack. 

Once we're dismissed, I call out to Gleigeal.

"Gleigeal."

"I'll be awaiting you in the field," He replies. 

Formation breaks after Dain gives us orders, and everyone scurries back to the dorms. Sensing the excitement from everyone else in the quadrant, I make it my own. This is just War Games. We won the first battle and I'll be damned if we don't win the last too. A five-day exercise will be a great learning experience. 

I step out of my room with my pack, and Liam is already waiting for me. 

"Xaden is going to pull us into his headquarters squad," Liam says quietly as we walk toward the flight field. 

"What? Why?" I ask. 

"Because they're going to try and organize a drop while we're out. We need to see how it's done since it'll be primarily our responsibility once he and Garrick leave." He explains, and I nod. I've only heard a little bit about the so-called "drops" that they do, but I don't know what it is or what they're for. I just know that it's supposed to aid in defeating the venin that threatens the borders. 

"Wingleader." Dain's anger is hard to block out when Xaden approaches. At least I'm prepared, knowing that I'm being pulled into his squad. 

Liam gives me a nod just as he and Xaden get into it over Violet joining his squad. That I was not aware of. I suppose it makes sense because their dragons are mated. 

"Liam, Imogen and Ania are coming too." He adds the final blow, and I swear Dain nearly pops a vein.

"You're pulling three of my best squadmates, and for what?" He bellows. If I weren't me, I would never imagine talking to Xaden Riorson that way. Dain has balls, I'll give him that.

I awkwardly back against Gleigeal's leg, trying to avoid whatever conflict is going on between my Squad Leader and Xaden and Violet. 

Gleigeal is in a much better mood after a couple of hours of sleep.

"You're chipper, aren't you?" I tease. 

"We're going on our first drop, you aren't chipper?" He replies with a chuff, and I laugh.

"I'm quite chipper myself." I don't think I've ever used the word "chipper" in my life. Maybe it's the post sex bliss despite everything going on, but I am indeed chipper.

"Oh, trust me, I know," He says, and I roll my eyes. 

"You are ridiculous." I huff. 

"Speaking of..." Gleigeal nods his head, and I look over in that direction.

"Ania," Bodhi approaches me, glancing down at Garrick's jacket.

I glance over and catch Ridoc staring at us. He averts his gaze quickly, and my lips twitch downward in a frown. No way he's upset with me over this?

"I'm coming with you guys to Athebyne," I tell him. 

"We'll talk more when we get there, okay?" He says.

"Do you promise?" I smile, and he holds his pinky finger up.

"Promise," I link my pink with his. I almost stand on my toes to kiss him, but I stop myself, remembering the rest of my squadmates are around. He notices my hesitation and then takes a quick glance around before leaning down to kiss me softly, our pinkies still linked.

"I'll see you there," I tell him. "Go." 

He laughs as I gently shove him towards the direction he came from. 

"You two are sickening." Gleigeal blows steam at my back, and I glare at him.

"Someone is jealous," I mutter out loud as I mount him. He pretends he's gonna drop his leg, and I gasp, thinking I'm about to fall. His laugh rattles my head, and I glare at him.

"Who's jealous?"

Dick.

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Behold ye, my Protoframe oc, Darius.

(Ft @doggojin and @thatfluffyboi's Chanho n Sol, they make an delightful trio tbh)

Some extra deets (lots of notes on him be warned) post cut! :)

Separated into physical and psychological/lore.

Physical notes :

Spanish-Mediterranean, mid-to-late twenties, looms at a ridiculous 6'6" (200 cm I believe? around there.) but is normally hovering an inch or two off the ground. Thankfully, he's gotten into the habit of tucking his legs in a bit so he doesn't hit every single doorframe that he passes through. He lost his left leg from the knee down due to an unfortunate incident with a landmine, and had a prosthetic for several years before the techrot.

Darius's body is made up of connected pieces held together by sentient energy, and all of his organs have either been replaced by the techrot-sentient hybrid growths, or are no longer necessary and have been removed. He currently lacks the entirety of a regular digestive tract as we would know it, and subsists mostly on energy. However, should he require physical mass for either rebuilding/modifying himself, or creating other sentients, he can 'eat' by putting materials in his mouth, pulling his bodily pieces together, and allowing the techrot systems to dissolve things into more workable particles, or pushing things between separated segments of his body (usually his chest) and letting the sentient bits pick things apart and feed them to the rot for storage. (This takes longer and is less effective at energy conservation) Extra notes on this later when we discuss his abilities.

The connective energy between segments is manifested in string-like bundles of force, which are manipulatable and can be 'touched', though unless he's focusing on keeping his energy properly contained you will likely get a light zap, and with prolonged touch you'll likely be able to feel them hum with power. They normally have about the same tactile strength as woven spiderwebbing of the same thickness, stretching easily but ultimately severable with either enough effort or something sharp. Should you sever all the connections, the piece will just fall off. Removed pieces aren't controllable by him any longer, but are re-attachable, and although he's got a body plan that his form defaults to, every single bit of him is entirely modular except for his cranium. Removing his jaw takes some effort, as there are technically still segments of flesh (his lips, basically) holding it on, but it is possible. If he really puts his mind to it, though, he can remove a segment, and maintain the links through mental focus, or by tethering them to something that he/they can feed off of. Through this, he can make replacement limbs for others, or additional armor, given they've got the bio-energy to keep the segments active.

Bodily segments are almost entirely made of toughened armor plating, with the majority of flexibility being located on the twin pieces that make up his chest/torso, as this is also where the majority of the techrot based organs lie. Although he does need to breathe, each segment intakes oxygen individually, through the softer and more porous dark insides. He has full sensation in any piece of him that he's linked to, as the energy connections serve as a nervous system, and can 'digest' pieces if he's in desperate need of energy/materials in a pinch.

Being modular, he can, in the same way he summons other sentients, simply craft himself differing body parts whenever he so pleases. The larger the piece, the more effort/thought it takes, since it requires a greater complexity of systems for nutrient, oxygen, and waste management. Due to his own lack of knowledge, he doesn't manifest any replacements larger than his own legs, and would rather just spit out a patch and slap it onto injured areas and let the techrot do its thing. This is why his 'armor' looks less dramatic compared to actual caliban, because why the hell would he want that much weight throwing him off balance? He'll accept the techrot/sentient's desires and keep his form adjacent to it, though.

Ability wise, he's functionally pretty similar to a vampire. While he technically could subsist entirely off of regular food, it would require a lot of time and careful dieting to gather the proper resources his body needs, and his energy levels would be rather constantly low. So, instead, he just eats as much techrot as he can and prays for the best, or drinks directly from power generators when he can get away with it, or anything similar. Pure energy as a baseline keeps all his sentient systems running, and metals/proteins allow his techrot systems to keep going. Thankfully for him, he's got two boyfriends who are both quite energetic, and really don't mind his needs as much as they should.

Manifesting sentient fighters usually happens in the same way as he manifests new pieces of himself, but with the added caveat that they don't need functional internal systems for long term usage, and he can charge them up with his own power to keep them running as long as he needs. This is obviously extremely resource intensive, but if it keeps those he cares about safe, (and since it appeases the eternal need to consume and create and consume and create and consume and create) he'll do whatever he must.

Due to all of the above, he prefers particularly tight or comfortable clothing,, as it helps mitigate the changes that happen depending on his energy levels. The less he's got, the looser his pieces, and things will just fall off if he's dead tired (lol). So... Avoiding that is nice. Additionally, although he needs his chest cavity within reach for making sentients at a quick notice, he does like looking in the mirror and not seeing his own body immediately as so blatantly inhuman and monstrous. The straps he uses for his military harness are half to hold things and half to straight up just keep himself together. The mask is for keeping his eyes clear of gore while he's in the middle of shit, because that was a severe issue beforehand. Take a bite, get blinded bc there was more fluid than you expected, have to panic and try and fix that mid combat, leaving you even worse off than you were previously? No thanks.

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Psycological notes and lore:

Before Entrati got his hands on him, he was a well respected mediator that worked on communications for the ICR, and worked directly with the Hollvanian government and its military to allow for the ICR to remain in the city.

Coming from a well off and well expecting background, from a young age he was put through his paces and taught to be the finest edition of a modern renaissance man, giving him very little time to do anything but his studies, and very little affection from anything but perfection. Even then, kinda mid. As such, he is a well mannered and well spoken fellow with a deeply repressed childish nature that only ever comes out at the worst possible times amidst the best possible company.

Having been tailor-made for communications work, he was also ensured a healthy dose in very many other skills that might come up from time to time while traveling. (Including, but not limited to, sewing (which he hates), cooking (which he has extremely low patience for), midwifery (which thank god hasn't come up yet), medical triage (unfortunately has), general electrical and mechanical knowledge (much better for him now than it was before), a few languages, and so forth. Post becoming a protoframe, much of his knowledge has degraded due to the changes required for his brain to be able to control his bio-energy, leaving him constantly irritated when faced with a challenge that he knows DAMN well how to deal with, but cant remember specifics on.

He deals with irritation and anger very expressly, not one for subtlety or sarcasm when it comes to his displeasure. This man will Not be the one making snide jabs across the table, he would instead pull you aside privately and explain quite logically the behaviors he's disliking and see if either an agreement can be reached or if another specialist should be put forth. A trait learned from his parents, no doubt, but also one that helps considerably when it comes to governmental relations and respect.

All of his emotions are generally delt with highly logically, which, when it comes to more positive or soft feelings, gets very awkward and confusing for him very fast. One might find have found him before sitting on a bench, staring up at the falling leaves. If you asked him what he was thinking about, he'd respond that he's trying to comprehend why exactly he should be feeling happy about witnessing something so mundane. He wouldn't leave, of course, he'd still watch, but there will always be a part of him that shies away from emotions as a whole. All the sweeter, imo, when he really starts feeling and letting himself feel. Love is a strange thing, isn't it?

During his time in Hollvania, he got infected through volunteer work, doing his best to actually be helpful past the eternal red-tape. He hid it for as long as he could, taking extra care to frequently wash, scrub down, and then properly bandage and ointment up the affected bits of his arms so he wouldn't risk spreading anything, but it didn't do much for him at all. He was needed to maintain good relations, often running intermediary briefing dialogues to keep both sides as up to date as possible on the ICR's doings, so duty really did pull him in half. (haha) As the rot progressed and claimed more of his body, leaving him weaker and more frequently ill, it was less and less ethically feasible for him to keep working, despite it more or less being the only thing he really knew how to do, and there being very few people who could replace him. If he wasn't doing something, if he wasn't being productive, solving problems, keeping people happy, then what was he?

And then he heard of a man with a miracle cure, our good old Doktor Friday, and the fact that it worked. Naturally, Darius paid him a visit, already having used his infected status as an excuse to let him do a bit more hands on assistance wherever he could. And Entrati indeed did give him a cure, listening and nodding along to all the reasons Darius gave as to why he would likely be a good test subject, especially if it meant that if it worked, Darius would be in an excellent position to grant Albrecht significant funding for expanding his cures to the greater populous, who needed them desperately.

Well, it sure didn't fucking do much, did it, leaving him visually better, but when word got out that the others who'd taken the cure had become super-spreaders, you bet your ass he started panicking immediately. He'd been in rooms for extended periods of time with everyone in command, just his presence might have been enough to entirely destabilize the local government, or absolutely gut the ICR. So, once more, he claimed a stomach illness to take some time off. This was a very big problem, so back he went, livid as all hell, to hunt down Entrati.

He got the whole spiel about unforeseen mutations within the techrot responding strangely, and although he didn't believe it, he already had nothing left to lose. He wasn't a soldier, sure, he had training in fencing, could handle a gun, but he couldn't help like the others could, and he could not go back to the one thing he'd been set up all his life to be. And Entrati had a bit of a twinkle in his eye when he said that there might be something that he could do, but it would take time, and multiple tests, to be able to make it all work. There was another strain Dr E was experimenting with that, as he was shown samples and heard the explanations, seemed to be able to nullify the techrot almost entirely. (It was actually just subsuming it, but visually, the two outcomes were nearly identical.)

So he said yes. Like a fucking idiot.

The initial dose laced him with the helminth strain, preparing his body, granting him strength, even though it hurt so very much, the pain leaving him borderline insensate, unable to do anything but lay there and cry as he felt his very flesh twisting and saw Entrati approach with the second dose after a few hours.

Number two was a low dose of the sentient strain, modified, following Caliban's biological approach, and the reaction between the two was violent, techrot subsumed with a rapid hunger and made to serve a new master. Darius's body quite literally began tearing at the seams, and Entrati took his time with the process, utilizing several more small injections, so he wouldn't die of pure blood loss.

When all was said and done, his twisted body was held together by a scant few threads of power, and he was very much unconscious, having fallen into a coma that would last multiple days, fed with an occasional battery set into the new cavity within his chest.

Wisely, Entrati was not there when he awoke, starving, terrified, and in great pain. All he could focus on was the hunger, that pulsating desire that screamed at him to consume, create, consume, create, consume, create, his human mind utterly overwhelmed by the twin techrot and sentient desires. It took him some time to figure out how to move again, much less walk, and the hunger only got worse by the second.

When the Hex found him, they came across a crying, shattered man, tearing into mounds of freshly killed techrot with his bare hands, stuffing wires and flesh alike into his mouth with an inhuman voracity. He was guarded by bizarre automatons, whos' origin was quickly made apparent by him reaching into that glowing gash that bisected his entire body and pulling out another, his own form splitting and reshaping as he dragged it free.

It took quite some time for him to regain his humanity. Quite some time to mediate the new desires of his reformed body with his own. The urges have not left him, but at least he's got a choice, now.

Prince of both worlds indeed.

[khywren]

❛ pairing: Astarion/f!Tav; Astarion/f!OC (Ysera) ❛ word count: 4.8k ┊ ❛ rating: 18+ MDNI ❛ tags/cw: pegging, submissive Astarion, rough sex, handjobs, rimming

‣ preview: Ysera swallows thickly, her heart stuttering in her chest. Astarion's eyes blaze with curious delight as he pretends to wait patiently for her response. She bites her lip, eyes darting around the room as if someone somewhere might overhear her if she speaks too loudly. So she leans in close to Astarion's ear and sheepishly whispers it to him instead.

“I want to know how it feels to be inside you.”

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Ysera sneezes loudly, stirring up a cloud of dust motes. The old wizard’s tower they've found themselves in has been empty of any real treasure – not unless they count the dust, which is more abundant than anything else here. She and Astarion have made it to the top with barely anything to show for it but wasted time.

Ysera sighs heavily as she reaches for a worn, leather-bound book in the middle of an oak table, staring curiously at the cover. It has no title, but the golden embossed design of two elves engaged in a display of passionate lovemaking tells her enough about its contents. She chances a glance over her shoulder to ensure Astarion isn't looking and peeks inside.

The first several pages chronicle the author's fascination with the subject of sexuality and the nature of physical and emotional attraction. There's a passage about the importance of indulging one's own desires, but she scrunches her face and stops reading when the author begins to describe his own exploits in great detail.

“Ugh. No thank you.”

Flipping through the rest of the pages, she sees a catalog of names and details of equally explicit acts, growing more and more flustered as her eyes scan the parchment. She's so absorbed in what she's doing that when Astarion suddenly claps a hand on her shoulder, she lets out a yelp of surprise.

“What have you got there, darling?”

“It's –” she begins, then shakes her head. She's not certain how to describe it – or if she even wants to. “It's weird.” Astarion leans over her shoulder and begins to read. He snorts as he spots a particularly racy entry, then another, and another still, turning page after page to confirm that, yes, this is indeed the entire book.

“You think whoever wrote this watched all these people get it on?” Astarion laughs snidely. “What a freak.”

Ysera mirrors his laugh. “To each their own, I suppose.” She tries to close the book but finds that it suddenly won't budge, almost as if phantom hands have pried it open. A faint magical aura envelopes the pages, which begin to turn of their own accord, faster and faster before they're both staring at a completely blank page near the back of the book.

Try as she might to drop the book, her body refuses to listen to her commands, and even Astarion is helpless to pry it from her hands before a blinding light manifests above the pages and engulfs them completely. The last thing she hears is the sound of her own scream as Astarion grips her tightly.

When she opens her eyes, Ysera expects to see anything but the large, lavish bedchamber they find themselves in. A massive four-poster bed sits against the far wall, the sunlight that spills through an adjacent window casting shadows on the duvet through the canopy. The room smells faintly of lavender and clean linens, adding to the eerie sense of calm that fills the space and makes it far more intimate, especially considering its size.

Astarion and Ysera exchange curious glances.

“Where in the hells are we?” Astarion says, eyes narrowed suspiciously as he scans the room for any signs of danger. They appear to be the only ones here, no obvious traps or intruders lying in wait.

Ysera shrugs, equally as baffled. “I think that book sucked us up,” she hypothesizes, scowling when Astarion snickers.

“Your words, darling, not mine.” 

He turns away to investigate. The only door in the room is sealed shut, no amount of force making it budge even slightly. There are no keyholes for him to pick the lock, and he gives up on that fruitless endeavor with a sigh as he turns back to see if Ysera has had any more luck.

She's standing beside the bed, gazing out the window and illuminated by a beam of buttery golden sunlight. Birdsong fills the air, and she glances at him over her shoulder.

“I wish you could see this,” she says softly. “Wherever this is, it's beautiful.”

Astarion approaches her anyway, unable to see much without stepping into the sun. His curiosity gets the better of him, and he arches his back, standing on his tiptoes to catch just the slightest glimpse of the canyon that sprawls out beneath whatever clifftop this place has been built upon. But he leans just a little too far forward, his stomach lurching as he tumbles forward unexpectedly.

Ysera calls out to him, rushing to catch him. But she's too late, and Astarion stumbles into the sunlight, flinching as the warmth of the sun's rays wash over him. He grits his teeth, anticipating the searing pain he expects to feel… only to be met with the warm caress he remembers fondly from his time spent in the sun before their tadpoles were destroyed.

Time stands still as Astarion glances at Ysera, his pale skin almost glittering in the light. He hears her gasp in shock.

“It must be enchanted,” she says. “This whole place is some sort of illusion.”

“It certainly feels real,” Astarion murmurs. He straightens and slips his cloak off his shoulders, basking in the magicked sunlight. Palms upturned, he lets the warmth seep into his bones, banishing the natural chill of his undead body. Ysera smiles at him fondly, her golden eyes sparkling.

“I wish we could stay,” she says glumly. She had almost forgotten how incredible he looks in the sun.

“Careful what you wish for,” Astarion says dourly. “I don't think this book is keen on letting us leave any time soon.”

Ysera frowns, holding a hand to her mouth in thought as her brow creases. “There has to be something we're missing,” she says. “You enjoy the sun, I'll keep looking.” 

“Gladly, darling,” Astarion hums happily, laying back on the bed and stretching out like a basking cat. His eyes drift closed as he listens to Ysera rifling through the rest of the room’s contents, searching for any hint that might help them.

After a while, her footsteps become louder as she approaches him once more, and he exhales sharply when Ysera tosses a book onto his stomach. Astarion takes the book in his hands as he sits up, eyes drifting between it and Ysera as he waits for an explanation. 

“Don't you recognize it?” she asks, arms crossed. Astarion gives the book a closer inspection, realizing as soon as he opens it that it's an exact replica of the book they had found in the ruined tower.

“And?” he asks, lifting a brow. “I don't see how this is supposed to get us out of here.”

“Look at the last entry,” she tells him. Astarion does as he's told, flipping through the pages before something catches his eye. Sure enough, at the bottom of one of the pages, he reads the words aloud, scrawled in the same flowing script:

Astarion Ancunín and Ysera Whitlock:

There's nothing written below, and Astarion doesn't even have time to contemplate exactly how the book knows who they are or how their names have mysteriously appeared on the page before Ysera shifts on her feet and says, “You get it, don't you?”

Astarion stares up at her and shakes his head, waiting for her to continue.

“This book is like… some weird record of all those people's deepest desires, right? What if they were trapped here, just like us?” Her face grows red, and she stammers, “What if it wants us to, you know… add our own? That would explain this fancy room. The windows and doors are all sealed. I don't know how else we're supposed to get out.”

Astarion slams the book shut and tosses it on the bed beside him, huffing a wry laugh.

“Trapped in a lecherous old book… Wonderful. Now I've certainly seen everything.” He runs his hand through his hair and pinches the bridge of his nose, considering her suggestion. It does make sense, of course, once he looks past the bizarre notion of it all. It's not too far out of the realm of possibility, he supposes. He's seen his fair share of strange, enchanted tomes, but at least this one is mostly benign, provided Ysera's assumption is correct.

“All right,” he says, shrugging. They're stuck here anyway; might as well enjoy themselves in the meantime. “But there's just one problem, darling: we've done practically everything there is to do with one another.”

Ysera grows even redder, the blazing heat in her face spreading down her neck and beneath her robes. Astarion assumes she's simply remembering all the nights they've spent tangled up in one another, but it surprises him completely when she says instead: “Not everything. There's… there's something I'd still like to try, actually.” Her tail flicks two and fro behind her the way it always does when she's feeling anxious.

A wicked grin spreads across Astarion's face, and he eagerly gets to his feet and crosses the short distance between them. He leans close, purposely making Ysera squirm with embarrassment as he tries to guess exactly what it is she's thinking of.

She's adventurous enough in bed, to be sure, but she typically prefers more standard methods of lovemaking. Whatever this is must truly be something scandalous if it's getting her this worked up just thinking about it.

“Do tell,” he purrs, tipping her face up with a single elongated finger.

Ysera swallows thickly, her heart stuttering in her chest. Astarion's eyes blaze with curious delight as he pretends to wait patiently for her response. She bites her lip, eyes darting around the room as if someone somewhere might overhear her if she speaks too loudly. So she leans in close to Astarion's ear and sheepishly whispers it to him instead.

“I want to know how it feels to be inside you.”

Astarion's cock twitches immediately in response, already straining against his laces. Her suggestion ignites something primal deep inside him. He's been penetrated before, of course, but never by her. Never with a partner he actually wanted to be with. It hadn't crossed his mind before, but now he can't stop himself from thinking about it, about her pressed against his back as she thrusts inside him, being the one to hold him down as he writhes beneath her. Surrendering control to the person he trusts most of all. 

An exhilarating proposition, to say the least.

“My, my…” Astarion says slyly, “who knew you were harboring such wicked little fantasies all this time?” He smirks at her through his fangs, unable to conceal the hungry way his eyes rove over her body. Ysera seems to notice how eager her suggestion has made him, if the erratic racing of her heart is any indication.

There is, of course, one small caveat they've yet to address.

“I'm curious to know how you plan to accomplish that without a cock,” Astarion says as he tips his head to the side, studying her. “Not unless you've been very, very good at keeping that little secret to yourself all this time.”

Ysera laughs – almost confidently, none of her apparent nervousness lingering in her expression now that Astarion seems more than open to the idea of letting her fuck him.

“Oh, no,” she says, flashing him a smile as her lips quirk upward. “I have a spell for that.”

So she's been thinking about this for a while. Gods. His cock is almost painfully hard, and he wants nothing more than to rip his clothes off and let her ravish him.

Ysera elaborates further – much to Astarion's dismay, although he supposes he's curious to know exactly where she learned such a trick. He'd swear she was doing it on purpose just to torment him if he didn't know her any better.

“There's a spell for everything, if you know where to look. You know how I've been visiting Gale in Waterdeep, from time to time?” Her eyes narrow to match the mischievous grin that spreads across her face. In a hushed whisper, she says, “His private library has quite an array of books on all sorts of… interesting subjects.”

Astarion groans and finally pulls her into his arms, exceptionally tired of not being able to feel the curves of her body pressed against him. She feels his erection now, brows lifting as he bends down to kiss her firmly on the lips. He bites her lower lip with his blunted teeth and growls, “Remind me to thank that wizard the next time I see him.”

Within moments, the two of them have shed their clothing, tossing it into a pile behind them. They're both far too eager to deny themselves much longer, an unspoken understanding of their mutual desire for one another.

Astarion watches with rapt attention as Ysera casts her spell. The ease with which she speaks the incantation and the precise movements of her hands are enough of an indication that she's practiced this before, and he wonders just how far she's taken it. A faint aura glows between her legs, tracing the outline of the thick, heavy cock that soon materializes in its wake. It's clearly magicked, translucent and resembling one of her Mage Hand spells, but the way it bobs and sways as convincingly as his own makes his mouth water.

Astarion wets his lips and steps towards her.

“Does it –?” He tries. “I mean, can you feel it?”

“Mhmm,” Ysera hums pleasantly. “I only tried it out before to make sure the spell worked. I wanted to save the rest for you.”

Oh. By the gods, she spoils him.

His hand hovers over her cock, and he looks into her eyes. “Can I?” he rasps.

“Yes. Please.”

Ysera's breath catches when Astarion wraps his hand around her cock; it feels real enough, firm and slightly warm in his palm as he strokes it slowly, watching the way her face contorts as she holds back a moan. He clearly knows what he's doing, brushing his thumb over the slit on the upstroke, squeezing gently before he glides his hand back down to the base above her pubic bone where it molds to the shape of her body.

With its weight still in his palm, Astarion's fingers dip curiously beneath Ysera's legs, and he groans when he finds her wet and wanting, her slick folds dripping with arousal as the cock in his hand throbs and twitches.

“Hmm, what have we here?” He glides his fingers across her opening and teases her clit, using his spare hand to fist her cock and work her there as well.

“Astarion.” The effect he has on her is evident in the wanton way she moans and rocks her hips into his hand, electric pleasure singing through her veins. She doesn't know if she can come like this, how closely the spell imitates a real cock, but her legs begin to buckle and she doesn't know how much longer she can last if he keeps this up. 

She's used to him touching her, is familiar with how that feels, but this is something altogether unexpected. Her cunt clenches around nothing, arousal dripping obscenely down her thighs. Astarion reluctantly releases her, and she lets out a sigh, both out of relief and disappointment.

“I’m supposed to be the one pleasuring you, remember?” she pants breathlessly. She inclines her head towards the bed, still bathed in radiant sunlight. “Get on the bed. On your knees.” Astarion needs no further encouragement.

The plush mattress sinks beneath both of their bodies as Ysera makes herself comfortable behind Astarion, who's propped himself up on his hands and knees and lifted his hips towards her. His own cock hangs between his legs, hard and leaking. He looks remarkably handsome, swathed in the light, skin awash with warmth. 

If he's nervous, nothing in the way he looks at her suggests anything other than his eagerness to have her. His eyes are round and curious, lips curved in a small smile.

Before Astarion can ask if she's still certain about proceeding, Ysera places her hands on either side of his ass and delicately spreads him open. He arches his back beautifully, as if on instinct, breath hitching as she kneads his flesh between her palms and gives him a gentle smack with her hand. Astarion shakes his hips to taunt her, but he gets more than he bargained for when she nips him playfully, leaving the impression of her teeth in his skin.

“Why, you cheeky little –”

“I'm sorry, would you prefer my mouth somewhere else?” Ysera asks. “Perhaps this will be more to your liking.” 

She bends to flick her tongue against his hole, swirling it experimentally. Astarion groans wantonly at the first pass of her tongue, warm and wet as she laves it against his sensitive rim. Encouraged by his reaction, Ysera continues to tease him with alternating pressure, using the tip and the flat of her tongue to coax more breathy moans from him. She loves the way he convulses beneath her, completely at her mercy. 

It's not about having power over him, but the ability to make him gasp and plead for more as he forgets anything that isn't her, her, her. Nothing matters now but his pleasure.

“Ysera, darling,” he pants, fists bunched in the sheets. It feels good, better even than he had expected it would. Has she done this before? When she presses her tongue against the tight ring of muscle, his hips buck and he flutters open for her, teeth clenched as he begins to tremble. She uses the opportunity to slip her tongue inside, exploring and tasting him. A low groan rumbles in her throat as she feels his cock jump when she sweeps over a particularly sensitive place. She does it again, and Astarion trembles like brittle a leaf in the wind.

They both know they will be doing this again – often, if Astarion has any say in the matter.

“Please,” Astarion whimpers. His voice is small. Needy. Desperate in a way she's never heard him before. “I need you. Inside.”

Ysera releases him, gathering the arousal between her slick folds and spreading it over her cock, shuddering at the sensation that rips through her body. She adjusts herself behind Astarion, opening him to her once again as she presses the tip of her hard length against his rim and pushes forward. 

He's tighter than she expected, so she moves slowly, pulling out and pushing back in as she works him open with shallow thrusts. But she's slick enough, and whatever pain he feels is quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure and the newness of her inside of him. It's been far, far too long since he's been in this position. Astarion's walls clamp down around her cock and they both let out a strangled cry, but when Ysera stops moving Astarion begs her to continue.

“My love,” he struggles through gritted teeth. “Don't stop. I need more of you.” Ysera shushes him and slips a hand into his hair, stroking softly. 

“It's all right, Astarion. I'll take care of you. I promise.”

It takes a moment, but once she's fully seated inside him, Astarion exhales a long, drawn-out breath and flexes his fingers. “Ahhh, hold on,” he says, wiggling his hips to adjust around her. “Gods, you feel so good. So, so good. Remind me again why we waited so long to try this?”

“A mistake I am regretting with every passing second,” she admits, huffing a laugh. “You feel good, too.” It takes more effort than she would have initially thought to fight the urge to snap her hips forward and bury herself inside him with quick, needy thrusts. Is this what she feels like when he's inside her? Gods. It's no wonder he often struggles to hold himself back.

“I'm ready,” Astarion says after a time, looking at her over his shoulder. He sounds as though he's about to start begging her for more again, and as much as she would love to hear it, neither of them are in the mood for teasing. Ysera pulls out of him almost completely before rolling her hips forward, and when she glides against his walls with little resistance there's nothing more holding her back.

Hands bracketed on his hips, Ysera surges forward, plunging into him with quick, rough thrusts. His ass bounces every time their bodies collide, and she pushes him into the mattress. Astarion immediately begins to whimper with need, face pressed into the sheets as he loses the will to hold himself up any longer. His arms go slack and he sinks down onto his stomach, balling his fists in the sheets as he gives himself over to pleasure.

“Yes,” he mumbles, voice slurred. “Yes, ‘Sera, yes, yes, feels so – oh …!”

She's never heard him so incoherent before, fuck-drunk, wonderfully pliant beneath her hands, and absolutely breathtaking. His mouth hangs open, revealing his fangs, his eyes straining as he struggles to look at her. There aren't enough words in any language to do justice to the brilliant shades of ruby and carmine she sees reflected there. Ysera commits the image to memory, determined to remember every single second she has him beneath her.

The sunlight is warm on Astarion's skin, but its heat pales in comparison to the raging inferno growing inside him, the way Ysera's hands leave a path of searing heat down the curve of his spine. Her hands linger on his hips when she reaches them again, struggling to hold onto his sweat-slicked body as she thrusts and thrusts and thrusts. She is both gentle and rough at the same time, reducing him to a babbling mess as he tries to tell her how wonderful she is. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows the words don't quite come out right, but she smiles at him anyway.

Ysera's muscles ache with a delicious soreness, and as it becomes increasingly difficult to hold him up, her thrusts begin to falter and her rhythm breaks.

“Astarion,” she pants, sweat beading on her forehead and dripping into the hollow of her throat. “I want… to see your face, want to see you when you come.”

“Yes,” he answers immediately, almost as if he was anticipating the question. “Anything, anything. Oh, please, make me come.”

Ysera pulls her cock out of him just as long as it takes to help him roll over onto his back, shoving a pillow beneath his hips to prop him up. He's much easier to manage this way, some of her waning strength returning as she takes in the sight of him: hair disheveled, mouth agape, and utterly ruined. His cock hangs heavy against his thigh, flushed pink and weeping.

Hooking her hands under his bent knees and pressing his legs back towards his chest, she wastes no time folding him in half and slipping back inside his slick hole, pounding into him with enough force to tear a keening whine from his throat. She watches the way his expression changes with each roll of her hips, his jaw falling slack before clenching again when she hits a particularly sensitive spot deep inside of him. Memorizing the angle, she does it again and again, coaxing a series of broken, strangled cries from his lips.

He tries so hard to speak, but the words fall through his brain like water through a sieve. Within seconds he can no longer recall what it was he was even going to say or why it was important in the first place. It feels so good to give himself to her like this, to let her dictate his pleasure. He doesn't need to think – he only needs to feel . And by the gods, does he feel. Every caress of her hands on his skin, every inch of her cock as she thrusts inside him; every sweet nothing she murmurs to encourage him – he's already madly in love with her, but if he could fall for her all over again this would be the moment.

Astarion’s mouth falls open with a guttural moan when she lets go of one of his legs to wrap a hand around his neglected cock, slick with so much precome that she finds an easy rhythm, pumping him in time with each of her punishing thrusts. She works him diligently closer to the edge, pride surging through her when she notices the telltale signs of his impending climax. His thighs quake and his hips jerk every so often, the promise of an earth-shattering orgasm so close on the horizon.

Astarion wrenches his eyes open to find Ysera leaning over him, her face almost close enough to kiss. His body feels too light and too heavy all at once, floating in some nebulous void. But he somehow manages to reach out to cup her cheek, his quiet moans of “ah, ah, ah…” tickling her skin as his cool breath ghosts across her face. He loses himself in her golden eyes, the way she looks at him enough to make his heart ache. If it still beat, it would be racing.

Hells, he swears it just might be.

“That's it,” Ysera encourages him, her voice wavering as his walls pulse and contract tightly around her cock. “You're close, aren't you?” Astarion breathes something that sounds like “yes,” and she bends down to kiss him. The kiss is slow and purposeful, tender where the rest of her is rough and primal. Her lips coax his mouth open and he kisses her back, whining in protest the moment she pulls away.

“You've been so good for me, Astarion,” she murmurs in his ear, borrowing the same words that have unraveled her on so many occasions. Watching the effect it has on him is intoxicating; how he whimpers and writhes, hips bucking as he fucks desperately into her hand.

“You can come now, it's okay. I've got you.”

Yes. Yes, he can, he can and he will, he just needs her to –

His vision goes blank as white-hot pleasure rips through his body and he comes harder than he ever has before, painting her hand and his stomach with thick ropes of white. The sheer force of his orgasm is too much for her to bear, her hips stuttering violently as her toes curl and she comes just as hard for him. The last thread of her concentration on the spell snaps like a taut bowstring and Astarion feels suddenly empty as her cock blinks out of existence, mourning the loss of her. Ysera tumbles forward and collapses onto his chest, panting heavily and breathing in the scent of him.

Astarion folds his arms around her with what strength he has left and holds her against his chest. His body is so warm, and she melts into his embrace. Neither of them have enough energy to speak. Ysera props herself up on an elbow after a while, the curtain of her hair falling over her shoulder as she looks down at him. She smiles fondly before rubbing her nose against his. Astarion sighs, satisfied and thoroughly pleased with the outcome of their little experiment.

What feels like several hours later, the bedchamber creaks and groans as the walls begin to shake, rousing them both from their sleep. Ysera lifts her head groggily, wincing as her limbs protest her sudden movements. The same blinding light that transported them here engulfs the room, and the next time they open their eyes they're standing inside the abandoned tower as if they'd been there all along, the book still clasped between Ysera's open hands.

Ysera flicks her gaze questioningly to Astarion, but the soreness of their muscles and the weary sort of exhaustion they both feel confirms that whatever happened was most certainly more than a very vivid hallucination. Beneath their names on the final page, the book has written for itself a rather detailed passage about their exploits, and Ysera closes it with as much force as she can muster before throwing it clear across the room. Her cheeks burn a bright pink. The only thing that had stopped her from ripping out the page was the thought that a book powerful enough to transport them to an alternate reality might not take too kindly to being defaced, and she's not keen on finding out what else it might be capable of.

“We should go before anything else happens,” she says in a clipped tone, spinning on her heel and marching towards the nearest exit. Astarion's hand shoots out to grab her by the wrist, and when he pulls her back and convinces her to look at him, she finds a wolfish grin has overtaken his face.

“Oh no,” he purrs, slipping his arms around her back and caging her against his body. “Not so fast. This little library of Gale's you mentioned before… does he know you've been browsing those sorts of books?”

Ysera blanches, and the way her heart skips a beat gives her away immediately. “I thought as much,” Astarion says conspiratorially. “I'll tell you what, my dear: show me the other little tricks you've learned, and I promise your secret stays with me.”

Even after she twists out of his arms and storms off down the stairs to hide her embarrassment, his laughter still rings in her ears.

[blue-rick24]

“ That ain’t no way to talk to your paw. This is! ”

THIS FORESHADOWING OF HOMESTEADER RICK TURNING OUT TO BE BOSS HOG RICK’S OWN “PA” IS CRAZY…

Is B.H.R. exactly his “son” (because he gave notes on his creation)? Or is he more like… [the physical manifestation] of the brainchild of a board room full of Rick-ecutives (Rick executives, lol)? The idea of his conception is… honestly so interesting! And I think we need to talk about it XD

I wonder how upset BHR would’ve been to live with this knowledge, after Homesteader’s reveal, if had he actually survived to remember it? What that would that have done to change his perspective that Cloned Ricks are superior to others?

Clone Ricks are a very good concept that I’m legitimately so grateful the show introduced… then immediately killed off XDD (I don’t mind that they died, honest. They had a tragic existence and were all up to no good… I’m glad the Mortys got out safely. The Ricks were sadly a bit too far gone… most of the surviving ones, anyway. Homesteader had no other options, really, by the end.)

but ffs. fuckin’— Homesteader just revealed that BHR was his “son” just to unnerve him, though. Right before killing them both XD I may still be slightly salty, LOL… I do feel like BHR deserved somewhat better, as much a bastard as he was

Salt aside, I’ve gotta say…. my angst-depraved brain is so excited now to play with the idea that:

…BHR was literally engineered and ‘artificially’ made to be the way he is, and it was ALL to sell some chain fast food for corporate Ricks, no less…!!!? 😧😦😖💓

If you were knowingly in that same position, wouldn’t that totally fuck with your head and self-worth?

Honestly, when you think about it, did they actually engineer him to be fat??? Is the REASON he is an “overweight Southern railroad baron” at ALL… LITERALLY JUST because some Ricks decided he should be??? 😧 JUST to fill the role of a “Big Rick” for the Citadel’s gumbo chain mascot?! FATTENED BY THE NARRATIVE?????!

I mean, I’m certain that these clone-creating Ricks had the capabilities to do so! Homesteader Rick just entered some code and created an 11-foot-tall, absolutely ripped ASF Monster Morty. I’m sure they could initiate the cloning process with a set amount of mass… with a physical design for this Rick in mind. (These Ricks were literally just cooking up their OWN RICK OCS IN THIS BITCH—)

“ Alright, now! Think that’s large enough… ”

- Top Ten Things I would never say while cooking up a big juicy clone Rick 🤤🤤😮‍💨

Homesteader Rick’s face -> AKA my exact face while I’m cooking up a big fat clone Rick mascot for a Citadel gumbo chain fast food restaurant 😏😏😏(😭OMFG)

AND, UHHH… wouldn’t it lowk be so sexy if some Ricks decided you were destined to just be a big fat guy forever? 😳… (okay this is just borderline a…. new sci-fi clone feederism kink [?!?!] genre now ?!! 🤣🤣🤣LMAOOO.) 🥴

(personally though, I would not mind at all if some Ricks literally created me to be a big fat Rick forever— because that’s actually my Rick OC, “Blue Rick”, whom I [also] created myself… and whom I already do wish I could just be sometimes…. just living in a cartoon world carefree and peaceful maybe eating a burger. that’d be so nice. i can’t lie)

That tragedy of BHR… that angst, the lore; It’s all just finally setting in for me now, a week later, lol… sorry, I was both soo preoccupied already with just how sexy he is in every possible way and busy thirsting over the phenomenal voice talents of Ian 🤤🤭 😍😍🥰💞

HELL, they hardly even gave BHR a name in this episode. He notes that his mascot name was “Big Rick”, and his poster tells us that, too. But nobody feels the need to address him by any name. His fanon title of “Boss Hog Rick” literally only comes directly off of his official character model sheet/turnaround, a term the literal Showrunners of R&M denoted him by, just to tell him apart from other Ricks. He has no name… No unique one, anyway.

(Even “Homesteader Rick” and “Arcade Morty” were called by name throughout the episode, but not BHR. Aside from the name of the restaurant’s mascot he used to be, or arguably, still is. He has no name).

He probably doesn’t have much of any true identity, all he knows is how to act like this fake mascot. He’s damn good at it, too, but it’s not really him. He sounds like such a CUTE silly nerd when he stops doing the voice, jesus christ… 🤤🥰🥰💞

It’s probably why he ended up in the position he was in before Homesteader wrecked the place… He calls it “freedom”, but I think BHR may have just wanted to feel justified and more secure about his place in the multiverse, stranded on that little asteroid. What’s more secure than leader of the brand-new Citadel you’re spearheading the construction and repopulation of, and the bosser-arounder of all the entire community of Clone Ricks and Mortys?

You guys saw how eager BHR was to explain to anyone who would listen why he even exists too, right? To “monologue while we wait”? He’s so so silly shfhffbvj …but I think there is a huge potential for some angst here guys 🫢 🥺💗 I LOVE HIM. SO MUCH, HE’S EVERYTHING TO ME- FHCNCM I NEEED HIIIM . SEE YOU GUYS NEXT TIME I OBSESSIVELY RANT ABOUT THIS HANDSOME FUCK 🥹💙💘‼️‼️

💙~

[angstywaifu]

The Lost Sister - Part 17

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: Hope you guys are ready. It's time for the signet reveal for Ophelia. Let me know in the comments if you figured out what it was or was it completely different to what you expected. The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

A weird feeling washes over me, pulling me from my sleep. At first I don’t open my eyes, trying to fall back into my slumber. It had taken me a while to fall asleep after the events of today. After the Jeremiah incident I had gone to the spot Xaden had found me in just before Threshing. Luckily neither he or Garrick turned up to talk to me. Something tells me Xaden had left the spot unsearched, knowing I wanted privacy if I was there. Which I had been thankful for. But I knew I couldn’t avoid them forever. And I had to ask them about what Jeremiah had gone to say when he had read Garrick’s mind.

As sleep tries to take me, that feeling washes over me again. It felt… unsettling. Almost as if something nearby was off. But it’s Mealladh’s presence in my mind is what pulls me from the grasps of sleep.

Get up now! She practically screams in my head.

I am glad I had developed a habit after being taken in by Melgren to keep a dagger near by when I slept. I grasp my fingers around the smooth handle as I roll in my bed towards the door. I hear a gasp as I look into the eyes of an unbonded male first year from second wing. A dagger held over his head ready to plunge downwards. But something tells me this wasn’t the feeling that had pulled me from my sleep. Fear settles in their eyes and they turn to run. And that’s when I feel it. The same feeling I had gotten with Jeremiah in the courtyard today. In my mind, I’m back in the courtyard of Aretia. Mealladh’s white and red presence coming out of the throne room. And in the middle of the court yard, a grey presence. It appears wild and erratic. Afraid. I tug on it and I’m suddenly feeling everything of the cadet in front of me, who is now frozen in place. Their body unable to move. I feel their panic set in as they can’t move. Oh shit. Am I…. controlling them? I feel them struggling, as if an invisible force is holding them there. Me. I am the invisible force. I will their fingers to open and drop the dagger. Instantly the dagger falls to the floor. Power surges through my hands. As if willing me to use them to control the power. I raise my right hand, the first year rising off the ground as I do so. My eyes widen in shock. My signet. Holy shit my signet is manifesting. But I don’t have time to be shocked. Not with death right in front of me. I use my left hand to fling my door open, before thrusting my right had forward and flying the first year out the door and across the hall. As their head smacks into the stone wall of the corridor, a sickening crack echoing through out, I feel their presence in my mind disappear. Just like Jeremiah with his neck had been snapped. Movement at my door startles me as Xaden, Bodhi, Garrick and slowly Violet appear at my door with shocked expressions. Though it looks like Violet has seen a ghost. Then I notice the blood on Xaden. We all look at each other with expressions of shock and confusion.

”Did…. did you just throw them out the door?” Bodhi asks, finally breaking the silence.

I look at them sheepishly. How the hell do I describe what happened. “Kind of?”

Garrick pushes past them and into my room before standing in front of me. “What do you mean by kind of? You either pushed them or you didn’t.” He demands of me as he places his hands on my shoulders.

Xaden clears his thought, Garrick’s attention shifting from me to him as Xaden motions to where the body is and then back to me. “I don’t think she physically pushed them. Even you would struggle to push someone that far and that quickly.”

Garrick turns his eyes back to me as they furrow before widening in shock as he realises what I’ve done. “You fully manifested your signet.” He breathes out.

I nod my head as I focus on the dagger I willed the first year to drop to the ground. It floats up before gliding effortlessly into my hand. Mealladh cheers in my head.

Psionic. You have much to learn little one. She says proudly in my head. I know if I could see her right now she would looking at me with pride and happiness.

”I sure did.” I say with a small smile as I float the dagger in front of Garrick who reaches out slowly and grasps it as if he can’t believe what he was seeing.

It almost feels to easy to use my power. I can understand the being able to throw the body across the room and hallway. I had been about to die. But now. Now I was safe, no danger at all. Yet my power felt like it flowed so easily through me. But I knew I was only scraping the surface. And if I was only scraping the surface of my power, what else could I do? I can tell Xaden is thinking the same as me as he looks at me. He looks torn between looking after Violet and finding out what I can do. That’s when it clicks that it’s early in the morning, all 3 boys are here fully dressed, Xaden is splattered with blood and Violet looks like she could pass out at any second.

”Something happened didn’t it?” I ask finally as I take in the people before me.

Garrick nods slowly. “Violet was also attacked.” I look over his shoulder to see Xaden lead Violet down the corridor. “Somehow they deemed her the bigger threat. Seems they should have sent more than one after you.”

He’s trying to lighten the mood, but with the reality that not only I had been targeted tonight, but also Violet had started to sink in. If that weird feeling hadn’t pulled me from my slumber, I could have died. Yes Mealladh had screamed at me to wake up, but somehow I knew with out that weird feeling that initially pulled me awake, I would very much be dead right now. The same thoughts must be settling in with Garrick as he throws the dagger on the desk and pulls me into a hug, my arms wrapping around him as I bury my head into his chest. His heartbeat betrays the calm demeanour as it hammers in my ear.

“How bad?” I ask, my voice muffled by his chest.

I feel his shoulders sag. “Seven dead unbonded cadets.”

Seven unbonded cadets out of forty one had tried to claim our dragons tonight. Thirty three more who could try the same thing. But with my signet now manifested I would be less of a target. My bond to Mealladh would be considered too strong.

Garrick releases his grip, moving his hands to cup my cheeks as he looks down at me. “Bodhi, think you can take care of the rest?” He calls over his shoulder.

”Easily.” I hear Bodhi respond before I hear his retreating footsteps.

Garrick turns to close the door, but I wave my hand, the door shutting before his out stretched hand. He turns and looks at me with a slight smile on his face. “That’s going to take some getting use to.”

“You and me both.” I say as I reach out and grab his hand and pull him over to my bed.

I watch as he takes off his flight gear. I want to ask why he was wearing it and up so late. I knew, deep down I knew that even if Tairn had told Sgaeyl about what was happening there would have been no where near enough time for Xaden to wake, dress and also grab Bodhi and Garrick. But right now all I wanted was to crawl into bed with Garrick and try get some more sleep before tomorrow. And I could tell he wanted the same as he joined me in bed and pulled me into him. His now steady heart luring me into sleep. The events of the day forgotten.

@riorgail @going-through-shit @fw-gt @bbkissme99 @xceafh @leptitlu @came-to-laugh-but-cried @onthewaytotimbuktu @daardyrnitta @lovemesomevesey

[aurorasilverthorne]

Hazbin Hotel OC: Tipsy

Origin:

Tipsy manifested in Hell at the age of 19 after jumping off the San Francisco bridge in the dead of winter. Rosie & Alastor were the first people she met. Rosie took her in & protected her from other overlords like Valentino, while Alastor aided Tipsy in mastering her new abilities. She viewed The Cannibal Queen & The Radio Demon as adoptive parents until Al disappeared for 7 years. Tipsy & Rosie feared Alastor had perished in the yearly extermination, but upon his return, Tipsy thought he'd run off & abandoned them when Alastor had been forced to sign a soul contract with Eve (Roo) who threatened their lives if he refused to work with her. Tipsy is no fan of Charlie & calls the princess naive & delusional for trying to redeem sinners in Hell. She's convinced that Alastor replaced her with Charlie & is determined to make it on her own despite Rosie's objections to her leaving Cannibal Town. Tipsy has the power to lure others with her voice & turn her demonic energy into a physical shield around herself. She's proficient with guns & knives. Tipsy's an introvert who enjoys reading, cooking, & writing. She's slow to trust & even slower to forgive, but once she does care about someone, she loves with her whole heart. Her main focus is to become an overlord & establish her own territory where she'll be able to forge soul contracts & protect her people from their enemies.

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Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!!! Hazbin Hotel & all of its characters belong to Vivziepop & Amazon Prime.

Note: Tipsy is my OC. She belongs to me. If you use her in fanart or fanfiction, please remember to credit me as her creator. Thank you.

[ljuchauling]

we are ljubonation please feed us

omg i forgot i had kids 😭😭😭😭😭 oopsie daisy (randone) !

one on the right is older but i like it so ^_^

[fidenciocryptidcreechur]

this rant is specifically because i saw some folks with some rather bad takes on a different platform.

I swear to fucking hell if twst fandom starts genuinely acting like Jamil is a woman hater because he didn't switch up his behavior and still had his overblot crash out with Yuuna I'm gonna lose sanity.

I have seen some joking memes on other platforms (not really here fortunately) but like I have also seen some of these joking takes spiral out of control. It's happened with Trey where folks started thinking Trey doesn't actually care about Riddle or his friends and secretly hates baking, happened with Leona (some still happens but mainly through misconstruing his burnout and depression with laziness but also it carried over when people said he hates men when really he gets aggravated anybody that bothers him which is most of nrc except yuus and his dormmates in general.), also happens with the octotrio (they don't hate each other and i don't know how that weird headcanon came around back then but i am glad it's dead) and with sebek (he has other interests besides malleus and i am so glad people are becoming more aware of this).

NRC has confirmed that the guys do not actually change up their behavior for anyone, they act themselves in every Yuuniverse, and mainly only react according to certain behaviors and personalities. For example, game canon Yuu doesn't have the same interactions as Yuuna, scarabia yuu, and that's because they have two very different types of personalities.

All the overblotters are equal opportunity crashouts, they both do their usual antics regardless. Plus an overblot is literally a magic-made physical manifestation produced from someone being crushed under the pressure of their stress and having a mental breakdown. They aren't exactly going to be accommodating to anyone in any way during this- we see this in all of the overblots and how they will do things they regret or would never do normally. The accumulation of long term stress and resentment over a lifetime isn't gonna be suddenly resolved by someone who has existed on campus for like maximum 6 months so it makes sense that Jamil still goes ahead with the original book 4 events. it cannot be overstated enough that shit was going down regardless and some one who has only been on that campus for maximum 4-6 months and who has likely interacted with the overblotter for less than that total amount of time (simply because they are not and cannot be by the overblotters side 24/7) isn't gonna suddenly undo years of resentment and stress. It's not like he suddenly undid his generational trauma of familial servitude. So while The physical magic manifestation can be attacked, sure, and you can snap the overblotter out of it this way, there was gonna be a blowout regardless.

Love Yuuna, will NOT accept hate for her, but i also will not stand for anyone making trash takes for Jamil who's going through it.

Thankfully I haven't really seen it happening on tumblr (hooray!!) but I have seen it cropping up on a couple other platforms but i am keenly aware of how those jokes can spiral away and how some people will seem to start genuinely taking off with it.

note: i do not particularly care how someone writes their au, their oc/yuusona, or their own writing/jokes- plus that isn't really up to me and it would be a monumentally jackass move to genuinely say or even try to enforce (let people live, don't harass writers you don't like, block and move on, etc). I am mostly talking about the canonical takes and interpretations. Canon is one of those things where one can take inspiration from and that is helpful for writing fiction and for writing the characters but that is ultimately not required for making au's. Can you make better headcanons and is it beneficial to look at canon to help with writing characters? yes, of course. Is it required? no, and often the addition of non-canon details and headcanons- especially ones formed from inspiration from canon- add a lot of life to fics and art. There are some wonderful au's and art in this community which have almost zero connection to the original dynamics or to the story AND THEY ARE AMAZING. This isn't about au's though. It's about some garbage interpretations i saw about the canonical characters and i don't wanna go through round 2 of wild outlandish misinterpretations....

ultimately Not arguing about people's takes, au's and headcanons in this so much as the actual canon and people's take away from it.

Jamil has never been shown to indicate that he's misogynistic or a woman hater and i think it's a garbage take is what i am ultimately saying.

[tadc-harlequin-au]

≈SOUL MAGIC≈

It’s Spooky!

It’s Scary!

It’s better necromancy! (Human rights not included)

But what else should we know? What are the requirements to use it? Does it have different applications? What are the limits?

This is definitely NOT for a wizard OC I’m thinking about

HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA

Take a seat and buckle up Chroniccarbondrinker, because it's time for;

The HARLEQUIN AU WORLD HISTORY LORE!

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What else should you know about soul artificing?

Soul magic was a BIG thing in the past if it wasn't obvious already. The reason why wizards, witches, spells... hell, even GODS existed was BECAUSE of soul magic's existence. Back in the day, it was more widespread, uncontained, anyone could practice it if they had the means to do it. Unfortunately... having such a powerful asset means it's bound to be in the wrong hands as well. And that's exactly what had happened. So, with a slight bit of meddling from the void, the practice of soul magic was sealed off, and every human born or existing from there on out had their very flesh seal off the ability to control soul energy beyond powering their fleshy bodies. There were some humans who showed slightest bits of proof that soul magic was possible, but it eventually fell into the category of paranormal or supernatural and people forgot about it.

At least, that was the case until some scientists rediscovered ancient ruins that depicted the practices and uses of soul artificing. And the one thing about seals? They don't last very long.

Something I forgot to add, by the way... there is a saying that the "eyes are the window to a soul". So make sure to color-code your character's soul magic the right way!

What are the different requirements to using it?

First of all: enlightenment. Or madness, whichever way you wanna go at it. Only the most enlightened of Puppets, or the most crazed of them get to wield soul-based abilities. Now, the abilities are first unlocked when a Puppet achieves first stage (which will be the case for Pomni), and then from there on out it's just a steady progression of unlocking more and more new abilities until you fully max out your level lol It kinda goes on from physical advantages, to actual magic spells and bullshittery, depending on what stage of enlightenment one is on.

Speaking of enlightenment... The sixth and final stage holds a special ability: the usage of Avatars.

What are Avatars? Well, they're... animal avatars that look like a physical manifestation of constellations in the sky. They're the very representations of one's "spirit animal", if you will.

It can range from normal insects/animals such as a cat or an owl, to mythical creatures like a dragon or a wyvern.

Does it have different applications?

Yes it does! Some soul magic may need other equipments to utilize, or even cited incantations. That's why wizards have their staff, and Caine has... well, a cane and his tools. lol

What are the limits?

There are two limits to the usage of soul magic. One is the very energy of the artificer itself, and two is the user's own creativity. Creativity's context can also vary between one another. (ex. someone may be more logically creative, while the other can be imaginatively creative) Now, soul energy is quite self-sufficient, which means that it eventually replenishes overtime like video game health. But that still doesn't mean you can use it all willy-nilly. Every soul energy may vary from one to another, which means that you may have a weaker soul (which may hinder them), a stronger soul... or just an average joe. Emotions can also amplify this energy to greater degrees. Which is the case for our good friend, The Patriarch of Puppets. That man is constantly fuming with every step he takes.

Now, I also said creativity can limit the usage too, and there's a reason why. You can have the strongest soul ever, but if you don't have IMAGINATION to aid you? Pssh, good luck man. You're not gonna achieve a lot no matter how much you try. lmao Usually, creativity and energy are the ones that balances out this otherwise limitless magic system. Got energy for weeks? Okay, you have quite possibly the tiniest bit of creativity out of everyone. You're quite the imaginative fella? Okay, you're going to be the weakest soul for the sake of everything. So be sure to use this information to balance out your character's stats and NOT make them a Mary Sue.

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Oh BOY that was doozy. Quite a long read, but... hope this helps lmao

[tellmeallaboutit]

Not to get to meta but where did Raphael leave Tav/Durge and co before coming to our world in knock knock? Is this the ending where he acquires Crown of Karsus in exchange for the hammer? I know technically in Anya's save shes the only one piloting the player character but km curious what the state of Faerun currently is.

I don't think you can get too meta with knock knock, meta is literally it's cornerstone.

So, Raphael got the Crown from Anya's Durge drow sorceress and went around conquering hells which took him way more years in his time than months that passed on Earth time. That's where we get the freeze - not alterations or replays affected this timeline anymore.

The Durge went around her life and settled down with Astarion as Anya romanced him in her playthrough. Nothing much happened to Faerun because Faerun was never Raphael's first focus.

Raphael started with Dis, then Minauros, then Cania / his father. Upon killing his father, he stumbled upon documents with his deal with Maurizio D'Avergni which sparked his interest for two reasons:

It was overdue and his father never collected his debt which was unheard of, he only made a written note to "stay away from Earth". For which reasons, Mephistopheles did not made precise and he was dead so Raphael could not interrogate him, but he knows that his father is just a stupid archivist and not ambitious enough so what does he know

Raphael is very well-versed in metaphysics but never ever heard of Earth and neither did any of other arch-devils and scholars so he is very intrigued

He located Maurizio and his son and watches from some time from afar as he is no able to manifest on Earth in physical form, noting the different passage of time, different rules and generally different metaphysical rules that apply to Earth

He finds out in horror that there is indeed a Raphael in Earth version, an it's a video game character. He firmly assumes that people on Earth are all seeing and visionaries, so they just saw him a dream / vision

He traces Anya to her Durge (Google: "Raphael" - > Essay "Raphael is Misunderstood and the Greatest Devil In Existence" -> "Here is screenshot of my OC Durge" -> Bingo) and watches and collects information from her from afar, believing she is a powerful sorceress that can bend reality / open inter imensional gates and lucky for him, completely obsessed / in love with him which is of course the Sign that this is Fate and Meant to Be

He becomes increasingly obsesses with Earth and believes that Earth is key to true power, divinity and conquering Asmodeus

[osamucide]

R E I D ?!?!!!

casually dropping the divine comedy as ada!reid’s ability ?!?!?! nonono, i need DETAILS, i need THE LORE, i need to know what age he discovered it and if it frightened him or made him feel STRONG !!!

( if you feel like expanding i mean. love you, love ada!reid, smooches )

MINNNIIIIEEEEEEEE ILYSM ILL TALK ABOUT THIS FOREVER IF YOU LET ME

non-exhaustive BSD OC lore drop beneath the cut

I am so excited to explain this ability. Nine Circles of Hell is a multi-layered summoning ability, similar to Demon Snow or Golden Demon in that it ultimately manifests anthropomorphically, but I want to first talk about Reid’s childhood which is when he discovered his ability as I believe that will lead into a better overall understanding of each aspect of it—

Reid was born somewhere in southern Italy to a staunchly devout Roman Catholic family with very close ties to the Italian mafia/La Cosa Nostra. his immediate family immigrated by boat to the eastern United States (probably somewhere in New York/New Jersey) when he was early primary school aged in pursuit of better business/economic opportunities. throughout childhood and into the rest of his life, he struggles with what can be assumed as undiagnosed mental illness—especially depression/derealization/panic—for multitudes of reasons including neglect and early exposure to crime and violence; almost all of them stem from his family’s criminal lifestyle. in his pre-teen years, his dissociative episodes specifically begin to become associated with the manifestation of a fog-like apparition. the presence of the fog, which can disperse and reform, induces further disorientation. this was rather distressing for young Reid.

he has a difficult time understanding the presence and nature of the fog, as does his family, but this will eventually come to be understood as a manifestation of the first circle of hell as referenced in Dante’s Inferno: Limbo.

another thing perhaps of note—Italy/La Cosa Nostra deals with special ability users to a far lesser degree than Japan/Yokohama/the Port Mafia seems to. figuring the nature of the fog, and soon after the hot wind-entity that manifests as a representation of the second circle, Lust (which incidentally appears as he starts puberty LOL), entails a trip back to Italy and connecting with medical professionals associated with the mob (under the inital assumption that he may have been schizophrenic) and later the scarce other local crime families who happen to house and deal with ability users. he hears the phrase “special ability” for the first time when he’s eleven years old.

by this time, the third circle, Gluttony, begins to manifest in what appears to be dirty water—prolonged exposure to the entity brings on uncontrollable feelings of hunger. now that I’ve established these ones as prior to/right at his point of understanding that Nine Circles is an ability, I’ll explain the remaining six circles’ manifestations as they tend to be more concrete and are only accessible to Reid as his understanding of how to control/summon/utilize his ability grows.

the fourth circle, Greed—entity takes the form of illusory manifestations of material wealth and riches. much like Gluttony, prolonged physical contact with the manifestations will result in uncontrolled, judgement-clouding feelings of envy.

the fifth circle, Wrath—manifested as a contorted body made entirely of human hands. the hands can wield weapons or engage in combat on behalf of the ability user.

the sixth circle, Heresy—entity takes a flame form that comes with not only bludgeoning heat but also slight reality distortion meant to disorient targets.

the seventh circle, Violence—an animal, particularly dog-like, form of the entity appearing to be made of blood. attacks relentlessly and ruthlessly, most of the time at will of the user but sometimes indescriminately

the eighth circle, Fraud—the entity may take the form of one human being other than the ability user.

the ninth circle, Treachery—entity takes an ice form that comes not only with bitter cold, but favors targeting those most morally corrupt.

this is where you might be saying woah, Reid, this ability is wayyyy overpowered. and you might be correct if not for the conditions, limitations, and drawbacks which I will now discuss—

each individual facet of Nine Circles has specific conditions under which it may happen, the first and foremost being the user's understanding of how to summon it. Reid's experiences with first summoning each one would be a novel itself probably but a few are briefly listed up there so I'll do another listicle format for the conditions, drawbacks, and limitations.

universal drawbacks of the ability include these: that the manifestation of any of the circles will result in certain levels of emotional exhaustion in the user. no two circles/facets can be utilized at the same time. the degree to which a target is affected by a particular facet of Nine Circles is partially determined by how afflicted they are by the sin; i.e. a crooked business man might be especially susceptible to Greed

the first circle, Limbo—

CONDITIONS: user must enter a state of derealization/dissociation

DRAWBACKS: difficult to maintain if the user is unable to dissociate or is not already in a state of dissociation; prolonged use will cause immense emotional and mental exhaustion

LIMITATIONS: non-offensive facet; better suited for confusing the battlefield, but works indiscriminately when dispersed—will confuse allies as well

the second circle, Lust—

CONDITIONS: user must conjure a mental or physical image of some sort of desire and keep this in mind/on hand

DRAWBACKS: prolonged use can reflect on the user in the form of both emotional and mental exhaustion and intense sexual arousal

LIMITATIONS: can be used offensively only if summoned to the proper capacity (ie strong wind) which must be maintained by the mental/physical image of desire; can be directed, but if strong enough will work indiscriminately, possibly harming allies

the third circle, Gluttony—

CONDITIONS: user must be operating on an empty/mostly empty stomach

DRAWBACKS: user is prone to exhaustion quicker if using this facet due to the necessary fasting procedure needed to summon it

LIMITATIONS: liquid manifestation is user-controllable; N/A/???

the fourth circle, Greed—

CONDITIONS: same as the second circle, Lust

DRAWBACKS: N/A/???

LIMITATIONS: non-offensive facet; better for confusing the battlefield; illusions can only be maintained under conditions (although it is easier to maintain than Lust)

the fifth circle, Wrath—

CONDITIONS: user must feel passionately about the cause they're combating

DRAWBACKS: N/A/???

LIMITATIONS: while the body can wield weapons and engage in combat, its range is limiting and it can be harmed like a regular human body—regeneration only takes place after the ability is dismissed

the sixth circle, Heresy—

CONDITIONS: N/A/???

DRAWBACKS: heat and reality distortion reflect back on the user to a lesser extent than targets, but can still be overwhelming

LIMITATIONS: only those who have physically spoken a lie in the prior twenty-four hours are majorly susceptible—others will not be affected unless touched directly by flame, which is controllable by user but more fluid than say Wrath

the seventh circle, Violence—

CONDITIONS: user must shed any amount of blood to activate

DRAWBACKS: may manifest after major blood loss out of the control of the user

LIMITATIONS: while mostly commandable by the user, high enough levels of exhaustion/exertion might allow Violence to attack indiscriminately, possibly harming allies

the eigth circle, Fraud—

CONDITIONS: user must have and keep the physical appearance of the intended form in mind

DRAWBACKS: N/A/???

LIMITATIONS: taking on the form of another will not grant the entity their powers/ability; largely non-offensive, more ideal for distraction/manipulation like Greed

the ninth circle, Treachery—

CONDITIONS: N/A/???

DRAWBACKS: heaviest reflection on the user due to the nature of the ability. each time Treachery is used, the chances of the facet turning on the user slightly increase

LIMITATIONS: see drawbacks

Reid had discovered all of these by the time he was almost fifteen years old. in present time, the only ones he regularly utilizes are Wrath and Violence due to both their minimal drawbacks compared to other circles and the high level of control he comes to hone over them.

At fifteen is when he was sent to Yokohama, which is another lore drop entirely I think. maybe I should go back to that multichapter fic I scrapped that was basically going to be all of his lore? I've spent quite some time mulling over this ability not only as it unfolds in the world of BSD and in relation to characters, but also how it relates to me—since Reid essentially is me, a lot of his character/ability is informed by (personal moment lolz) how intensely I've found myself to experience emotions throughout my life and how they can both harm and help me and others/what kinds of kickbacks they have when activated. that being said, this is non-exhaustive, just like him as a whole, just like me too. I sincerely hope this was interesting!

[sombrathedragon]

I’ve been slacking on giving you oc lore so now I’m gonna give a big reveal

Basically after the human fairy war(one I told you and @squidwof about on TikTok) Henri, alongside a few others, made what is known as The Illuminati(I know, I’m so clever), which acted as a society designed to keep the barrier up and keep the two worlds separated, with none upon it trusting humans or fairies enough to coexist again

In the present story, there is 10 current members!

10: Galehaut, a giant of a man with great physical power. Compared to the others, he is by far the least attached to its ideals, instead believing in only its basics of keeping both kingdoms safe

9: Lord Malagant, a fairy lord who seeks far greater power and pleasures than which he holds. He is a man whom shall never know the grace of death, but hold its flames

8: Oskar, the once infamous dragon child of Morgane, now a member of the Illuminati after his close call with death when he brought down The Fairy Capital and faced Ensley in combat. He is often despondent, thinking of his long deceased daughter

7: The Spirit of Fate, a manifestation of ones destiny, with it holding the belief their is nothing one can ever do to change such, and despising those who believe such a foolish idea

6: Morgain, The “Rightful Heir” to the Human Throne, and Arturius’ elder sister. She’s a constant rival for him, and the two have clashed many times over. She’s one of the few humans who possess the ability to cast outward spells, rather than only physical based ones.

Yeah, she thinks her being named after the genocidal dragon witch is insane as well

5: The Spirit of Regret, a spirit that projects your deepest and darkest regrets throughout your life, whether it be a long dead love one, or a missed game you wished to attend. The long dead love one is the more powerful part ofc, and it often manifests these as pseudo zombies

4: The Gemini Knight, an ancient warrior who existed before even the times of Nuadhu The Conqueror. Once the second in command of a group that was known as The Zodiac Knights, he now wandered the earth, before now finding himself as the 4th standing member of The Illuminati(this dude has a LOT of lore I’ll probably share that another time)

3:Madame Tiberius, a cunning human woman with great plans in mind. She’s a deceitful and conniving woman, with many plans of her own

2:Lucius, a powerful human warrior who was once the adopted son of Elspeth. He takes great pride in his strength and seeks only the best in combat

1:Decimus, the leader and by far the most powerful of The Illuminati. He is a mix between Humans and Fairies, and has acted as the leader ever since the passing of Henri. He once held ideals of peace between worlds, but after a horrific action done by Queen Marian, he believes separation to be the only way for peace and survival. There is nothing he would not do to guarantee the survival of both species

And yeah that’s about all :3 I’ll probably send more info on each of them some other time

Hell naw they be recruiting anyone for this war 🥀/j

But seems neat !!!

[hazbinhotel-bitch]

Hazbin Hotel OC (Name)

Fanart for my Alastor x (Name) fanfiction called "Podcast"

Name: (Name) Pen Name: Siege Death: 1980s Physically/Mental age: 20s - 30s Occupation: writer/journalist (she's practically an informant in hell) Social Status: unclear; due to her successful scandal sheets she publish throughout all the rings in hell her Pen name could potentially be considered as influential as other overlords. But in her day to day life in hell she is just considered a sinner. Species: Fox Demon Abilities: her deadly ability is Fox Fire, something that can not be put out until she wills it. She is also able to alter her image at will like shapeshifting, mind manipulation to control anyone she kisses to bend to her will. She has another ability but she doesn't use it often unless provoked, but she able to control dreams and manifest into them and cause phycological harm. Personality: charismatic, cunning, ambitious. She is a very intelligent woman and knows how to play her cards right, she is a very curious woman by nature and is always interested in many things which makes her very knowledgeable and dangerous.

Other notes: (Name) has many connections in all of the rings of hell. Unlike most sinners she isn't confined to just the pride ring, she had struck a deal with Lilith to be her eyes and ears of hell but to be given full access to all of the rings in hell. (Name) due to this deal with Lilith she had been able to slip in and out of the different rings of hell to cause some chaos and mischief while obeying to Lilith's deal whilst keeping a low profile to out of Lucifer's radar.

[magixfairyix]

Magical Signatures

Headcannon/mental lore about how magical signatures work in the Magical Dimension.

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There are three types of magical signatures.

Magic signature: The energy one's magic gives off and what gives the person the ability to cast spells at will with their own element, and in some cases where someone has mixed magic (my oc Nith, who has both water and ice magic, or Iorda with Liltih's magic with a smidgen of the Company of Light's to balance it) it doesn't make them have two magic signatures.

A cookie doesn't taste like all the ingredients separately all at once, it just tastes like a cookie. So even if there are multiple magics the magic user just has one signature.

Things that have a magic signature:

Faries

Witches

Pixies

Wizards

Warlocks

Selkies

Mermaids

Etc, Anything that can fire beams/spells of magic

NOT the specialists but we'll get to that later

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Planet signature: The energy that all things in the magic dimension have, and it comes from the planet they were born form. Plants, faries, witches, specialists, you name it.

One's planet signature gives them enough to manifest a spell but not cast a spell. Casting is giving a spell a clear physical cause and form, while manifesting is willing it into existence.

One's magic signature can allow them to both cast and manifest, but one's planet signature can only allow them to manifest spells.

Using Darcy as an example, as in my cannon her magic signature is of course her with Liltih's magic. But she comes from Zenothe (planet I created that has long ago roots to Domino) so her planet signature allows her to manifest (not cast) spells related to that. Such as what happened when she cast a fire spell on the Alfea library in season 3.

She didn't have a fire sphere or spell, but she willed it into existence.

Things that have a planet signature:

Everything. Literally dust has a tiny-ass magic signature, but if it's inanimate it can't will it into existence.

Magical items and just items in general.

The specialists have a planet signature but not a magic signature.. They can will things into existence but since they don't have a magic signature to fuel their magic (planet signatures are low in supply as hell. One spell leads to two-ish days on planet-signature recharge) they tend to use weapons instead (might be fueled by their planet signature? Don't have mental lore on that yet. Like how Stella's sceptre is fueled by her magic signature?)

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And lastly...

Mental signature: (It's my moral obligation as a Darcy stan to talk about this). I have a guess this will end up being the longest out of this long-ass post.

So a mental signature is the natural energy your thoughts, memories, and mental process give off. If you're calm and think things through your mental signature will reveal that, and if you're a bigot and your thoughts show that, your mental signature will show that as well.

If you have psychic magic (which resonates in the mind while other magics are moving through one's bloodstream naturally, also why it's important to address buried issues and emotions cause otherwise psychic magic ain't gonna respond) your mental signature is stronger and more easily recognizable by other psychic magic users, without them even having to focus their magic to feel it.

Things that have a mental signature:

Anything that can think, though technically everything that's not inanimate has a mental signature (the Army of Decay for example can't think, but they are not inanimate, so their mental signature is there but it's just like how water tastes. It doesn't give any information other than this thing is alive)

One's mental signature also becomes the same as someone else's when they are mind-controlled. During season two, Jared's mental signature was Darcy's but ofc no one could read them easily.

(You also don't have to be a psychic magic user to read mental signatures, but if you have psychic magic it's as simple as breathing unless someone is actively using protection measures.)

However, if you want to take precautions while mind-controlling someone (might also write about how psychic magic works) so that their own mental signature is more prominent than the one doing the mind control, then you can make a potion or smth to increase their mental signature to natural levels

(This would likely be painful due to the unnatural amount of magic than normal in one's mind)

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All this lore stuff is under the tag on my profile #winx club headcanons or #winx club fanfiction depending