#Like they allow the god of destruction to control your soul?

[rivenantiqnerd]

I think pierced ears and earrings are cool and all, but I’m not a fan of wearing earrings all the time because they allow the evil god of change and war and destruction to influence your thoughts emotions and actions and prevent the god of safety and peace and preservation from helping you and giving you extra superpowers and letting you share references to your favorite book series.

[moonselune]

Can I get a druge x Astarion fanfic where Tav hasn’t really been able to do anything romantic or sexual because they are a Bhaalspawn and the only reason they exist is to be a weapon for Bhaal?

ahhhhh yes yes yes

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Astarion x Durge | Purpose

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The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting a silvery glow over the campsite. You sat by the fire, the warmth of the flames contrasting sharply with the cold dread that had settled in your chest. Being a Bhaalspawn, a child of the God of Murder, meant that your very existence was a curse, a weapon forged for destruction. It also meant that you had kept a careful distance from anything resembling love or intimacy, fearing what might happen if you let yourself feel too much, to let emotion take hold of you.

Astarion, your dearest lover, sat across from you, his pale face illuminated by the flickering firelight. His crimson eyes watched you with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Despite the dangers that came with loving a creature like you, he had stayed by your side, determined to break through the walls you had erected around your heart.

"Darling," he said softly, his voice a smooth caress, "you've been distant lately. Is something troubling you?"

You looked away, the words caught in your throat. How could you explain the constant battle within yourself, the urge to kill that you had to suppress every moment of every day? How could you explain that your very nature was antithetical to the love and tenderness Astarion offered so freely yet so preciously?

"I'm fine," you lied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Astarion stood and crossed the small distance between you, kneeling beside you and taking your hands in his. His touch was gentle, yet firm, grounding you in the present moment.

"You don't have to carry this burden alone," he said. "Let me in. Let me help you, like you helped me."

You closed your eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. "Astarion, I… I can't. I'm dangerous. You don't understand what I am."

He cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I know exactly what you are," he said, his voice unwavering. "And I choose to be here with you, despite that. Because I love you."

The words hit you like a physical blow, knocking the breath out of your lungs. No one had ever said that to you before, not with such sincerity. You wanted to believe him, to let yourself be swept away by the love and desire that shone in his eyes, but the fear of losing control held you back.

"I don't deserve you," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I'm a monster."

Astarion's expression softened, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

"You're not a monster to me," he murmured against your skin. "You're the person I care about more than anything in this world."

You shivered at his touch, the conflicting emotions within you threatening to tear you apart. But Astarion's unwavering presence, his gentle persistence, began to chip away at the barriers you had built. Taking a deep breath, you finally allowed yourself to be vulnerable.

"I've never… been able to be with someone like this," you admitted, your voice barely audible. "I've always been afraid of what I might do."

Astarion's eyes softened further, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you close. "We'll take it slow," he promised. "One step at a time, my darling."

The warmth of his embrace was like a balm to your tormented soul, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to relax into his arms. The fire crackled softly beside you, but it was the warmth of Astarion's love that truly began to melt the icy fear within your heart.

Over the following weeks, Astarion remained true to his word. He never pushed you, never demanded more than you were willing to give. He was patient and understanding, offering his support and love without conditions. Slowly, you began to open up, sharing your darkest fears and deepest desires.

One night, as you lay together under the stars, you felt a sense of peace that had eluded you for so long. Astarion's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin, his touch soothing and reassuring.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. "For staying with me. For loving me. For being patient."

Astarion smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Always, my love," he said. "I promise, and when the time is right, I trust that you will come to me. Or you may never, and that is okay."

"It is?" You ask him, your voice wavering slightly, you hoped that wouldn't be the case but hearing his reassurance warmed something inside you that you couldn't quite place.

"Of course," Astarion flashed a fangy smile at you, "Besides, just looking at the beauty of you is enough for me to-"

"-Shut up!" You laugh and put your hand over his mouth, he raises his brows at you and remove your hand, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. And that destructive darkness within you just got a little lighter.

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Hope you enjoyed it ! - Seluney xox

[icyg4l]

Pick-A-Girl Group: What Purpose Do the Women In Your Life Serve?

Continuing on with my Women’s History Month series, I am going to do a reading on how the women in your life feel about you and the effect of these feelings. I am going to be using the True Heart Tarot Deck and the Archetype Oracle Deck. These readings are supposed to uplift, relate to and inspire women so I hope they serve their purpose. I Without further ado, please pick your pile. 🫶

***Disclaimer: Regardless of your gender identity, the women that are in your life deserve to be celebrated as long as they have pure intentions. Much love. 🩷

Left-to-Right (1-4):

Pile One: If you resonate with the image of FLO, then you deserve the whole fucking world. Pile One, the women in your life absolutely adore you. You probably resonate with the song’s theme: recognizing beauty in yourself when everyone is against you, specifically as a black woman. You have come such a long way. The women that are currently in your life have seen you make mistakes and allowed you to do so. They recognize your evolution. A lot of you have a best friend who you’ve been friends with for a long time and she is so proud of you. She is proud of the person that you have become. This pile has some cheerleaders around them. I feel like the women in your life are meant to take inspiration from what you are going through right now. I think that you may be going through your redemption arc.You’re forgiving yourself for a lot of things that you’ve done in the past. The women in your life see that and are following suit. After all, living life does mean not being a robot. These women who are around you are all ears, very receptive to what it is that you are doing with your life. You’re like their Oprah, lol. If you have a story to tell, share it with her. She may need to hear it. I channeled the show: Beyond Scared Straight; specifically the parts where the prisoners talk to the kids about their life stories and the reasoning for why they should not end up in jail. I feel like you could be someone’s mentor, whether they’re younger or the same age as you, perhaps even older. You are someone’s Reesa Teesa too, lol. I get the feeling that you need to be talking about yourself, Pile One. There is an audience full of women who are willing to hear you out and listen. When I pulled from the oracle deck, I got the following cards: 

God: Benevolence and compassion. Recognizing the eternal force within yourself and others/Despotism and cruelty. Using power to control people 

Mother: Nurturance, patience, unconditional love. Joy in giving birth to life/Smothering or abandoning children. Instilling guilt in children for becoming independent.

Poet: Expresses soul insights in symbolic language/Turns a lyric gift to negative or destructive effect. 

Cards Used: 2 of Swords, 4 of Discs, 9 of Cups, Prince of Wands (RX), King of Discs, Four of Cups, Temperance.

Pile Two: If you resonate with the photo of Destiny’s Child, you got some ride or dies around you for real. I think that you’ve been through hell and back with the women in your life and they do not play about you. I think the women in your life want you to know that you are so worth it. I’m not going to lie Pile Two, it sounds like you’re in a toxic love situation and your girls want you out of it. Your friends, cousin or little sister could have told you that you need to exit stage left multiple times. They absolutely believe you deserve better. Hypothetically speaking, If y’all fell out today and an emergency happened tomorrow, they would be on the way to the hospital. I feel like family is so important to you. They feel like you’ve forgot about them but I don’t think that you have. Circumstances make it difficult for you all to see eye-to-eye. The women in your life want you to know that you are not alone. They will forever be there for you no matter what, even if you have lost your damn mind. These challenging times will make the bond between you and these women stronger. When I pulled from the oracle deck, I got the following cards: 

Artist: Expressing a dimension of life that is beyond the five senses. Inspiring others to see life symbolically / Using talent as an excuse to mistreat others. Posing as the Starving Artist to elicit pity.

God:  Benevolence and compassion. Recognizing the eternal force within yourself and others / Despotism and cruelty. Using power to control people 

Goddess: The feminine expressed through wisdom. Nature, life force, and sensuality / Exploitation of the female nature and form 

Cards Used: Ace of Discs, 9 of Swords, Princess of Cups (RX), Prince of Discs, The Hierophant, Princess of Discs, 4 of Cups (RX), The Devil (RX), 10 of Cups.

Pile Three: If you resonate with the photo of TWICE, you got the grandmother spirit around you. Did you grow up in the church? Or at least with a god-fearing grandmother? I feel like the women in your life hate to see you unhappy and this is what you’re feeling right now. I think that you may be uninspired/unfulfilled with what life is giving you right now. It’s not an uncommon feeling. But smiling can make all the difference. The women in your life want to see you smile, make you smile and laugh. They want to be there for you like how your grandmother was. No one will ever replace Granny but her presence is always there. You may be questioning God/your higher powers because of something that deeply affected you. But the women around you want you to not feel ashamed or want you to feel like they are judging you. They have been in the same predicament. They only want to see you get better. They hate to see you like this. It may be hard to do this but look at the glass half full, rather than half empty. They want you to get back to yourself, the version of you that isn’t defeated. When I pulled from the oracle deck, I got the following cards: 

Child: Nature: Friendships with animals. Communication with nature spirits / Tendency to abuse animals, people and the environment. 

Destroyer: Releasing what is potentially destructive. Preparing for new life / Intoxication with destructive power. Destroying others’ dreams or potential.

Child: Magical: Seeing the potential for sacred beauty in all things. The belief that everything is possible / Pessimism, depression and disbelief in miracles. Believing that energy and action are not required for growth.

Cards Used: The Devil, Princess of Cups, The Star, Judgment, The Moon, Temperance, Seven of Swords.

Pile Four: And lastly, if you resonated with the photo of the Spice Girls, you seem very sensual. Are you a SWer? Do you attend pole dancing classes for fun? Do you know someone who does either of these things? I feel like the women in your life appreciate how physical you are. You’re probably an artist and you're sensitive about your shit too. The women in your life feel as though you have a lot of talents. You’re very multifaceted and they love to brag about it, especially the older women. You could been the cousin who had to show off the latest dance move. So as a result, you became the leader of the pack. You can be naturally nurturing but it can drain you. The women around you feel like you need to put up some boundaries so that you can still worry about you. They respect your quality of being a giver, but do you even respect yours-[GUNSHOT]. There is a woman that you are close to that admires a quality that you hate. She compliments it any chance she can get because she wants to uplift you. I feel like people always try to touch you, whether it’s your hair, your arms, or even your butt. The women around you could immediately shut it down or call them out or defend it. They want to protect your innocence. Even though you are grown, you have that ingenue within you. They know how you can get (especially while under the influence) so they refuse to let you get that way. When I pulled from my oracle deck, I got the following cards: 

Servant: Delight in serving others with a free and loving heart / Using the lack of money as an excuse not to move forward with life 

Bully: Highlights your tendency to intimidate others. Helps you confront the inner fears that bully you / Conceals deep fears behind verbal or physical abuse.

Hedonist: Inspires creative energy to embrace the good things in life. Celebrates the beauty in yourself / Pursues pleasure to the detriment of health. Indulges at the expense of others.

Cards Used: The Star, The Lovers, Judgment, The Emperor, 7 of Cups, 10 of Swords, Ace of Cups, The Moon, 8 of Cups (RX).

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Greek Heroes - Profile

‘‘You are the cause of all this destruction, honey. Watch and smile.‘‘ - Greek Heroes.

❝⚡️— lady l: yes, I know, it took me a long time to do this and I sincerely apologize. I started doing this a while ago but I always had to take breaks on account of other matters and this yandere profile was forgotten. I hope you forgive me! I made the main Greek heroes and some extras, but not all of them are here because it would be too big. I will do the female part and, if anyone wants, I can do part two of the male Greek heroes with other characters. Good reading and sorry for any mistakes!!

❝tw: yandere themes in general, dub-con, possessive and obsessive behavior, manipulations, mentions of mental breakdown. If you feel uncomfortable with any of these themes, I recommend not reading.

❝⚡️word count: +2,5k

OBSESSIVE

Hercules, popularly known by his roman name but his greek name is Heracles and in some versions Alcides, is a bastard son of the god Zeus and the mortal Alcmene. He is best known for having completed the Twelve Labors.

"Me and you, my love, let's just hold each other today. No going out."

Hercules is an obsessive and possessive bastard, he is very paranoid and jealous. You are not allowed to leave his side.

You can say anything about Hercules, as long as it doesn't involve you. Beat him, call him names, curse him, but never, under any circumstances, drag your name into the fray.

There's nothing he wouldn't put up with for you. This man would do anything for his darling, he is not afraid or hesitant to kill, torture, disembowel anyone who gets in his way. On your way.

He became paranoid after killing his entire family in an act of insanity, so he's terrified of accidentally ending up killing you. If he thought about hurting you, Hercules would back away. Just the thought of you dying drives him crazy.

He's overprotective too, not letting you go out without him and when you do he scans every passer-by thoroughly, just to make sure they don't hurt you. You can never be too cautious.

Hercules is a suffocating and obsessive yandere, he will never be far from you. The demigod will always be watching you like a shadow.

There's no way you can run away from it. Just allow yourself to be loved obsessively by Hercules.

"I... I just love you so much, Y/N. I love you in ways you cannot imagine."

Kinks: breeding kink, dom.

Nicknames: my love, my Queen/King.

POSSESSIVE

Achilles is the son of the nereid Thetis and King Peleus. He is considered one of the greatest warriors of Ancient Greece and is known to have participated in the Trojan War.

"...why are you fighting with me, baby? That bastard deserved to be spanked! He dared to flirt with you and I'm the only one allowed to do that."

Achilles is one of the most possessive greek heroes of all. His jealousy, however, is often out of control and he almost ends up beating people he considers a threat to your love to death.

To say that Achilles is possessive is a huge understatement, because he is so much more than that. He cries out for your attention 24 hours a day, every day of the year. For this hero, having your attention and devotion directed only to him never hurts. He is revered by all as one of the greatest warriors of all time, he is used to attention and expects nothing less from you.

Achilles is a warrior, body and soul, so there isn't much kindness in him, but the hero goes out of his way to be good to you. He tries hard not to hurt or scare you, his big, callused hands will be nothing more than feathery, touching you gently as if he's too scared of losing you and hurting you.

He is known to be vindictive and that is true, Achilles will take revenge on anyone and anything if anything happened to you, what he did to Hector is nowhere near what he will do to anyone who dares to lift a finger at you.

Achilles however does have some qualities and one of them is his devotion towards you, he is completely loyal to you and only you, he will follow you wherever you go. He wants to take care of you and he will. This man will do anything for you, just ask.

''It's so sweet that you think you can run away from me, my princess/prince. I think that's adorable, you know? That hope you carry, but don't worry, I don't mean to ruin it. Not yet, at least.''

Kinks: dom, rough sex and role play (don't ask me why)

Nicknames: sweetie, Princess/Prince.

DELIRIOUS

Theseus was a great Athenian hero, best known for defeating the Minotaur. He was the son of Aegeus, king of Athens and Aethra.

"I love you so much, my love, and I can't wait for the day when I can hold you in my arms every day. You can't wait either, can you? But I promise the wait will be worth it."

Theseus is one of the greatest greek heroes of all time, his strength and history are well known. He is a delusional yandere, daydreaming about his darling every minute of his day.

You are on the hero's mind day and night, all the time, he couldn't stop thinking about you. He just wasn't able to do it, so he didn't try to fight it, but chose to feed his own obsession.

Theseus met you after it was he who saved you from being sacrificed to the Minotaur and from that day forward he found himself thinking of you constantly. Many times these thoughts wandered, questioning whether you were fine, even how it would be if you and he had children. All thoughts were focused on him and you, the two of you together like a true couple.

Theseus would spoil and love you, like you should be loved and spoiled, like the fucking goddess/god he's sure you are.

Theseus isn't usually very possessive, he knows how perfect he is, he's full of himself and he laughs at the thought of you flirting with another man or woman. He was enough for you and you for him, there's no way you can think of another man with him by your side. But that doesn't mean he doesn't get jealous, because he does, but not so easily and he's downright cocky when he's jealous, pettyly criticizing his rival.

He is loving and caring when he gets what he wants and he always gets what he wants. He really is in love with you, in a yandere and obsessive way, but he is and Theseus will do anything to see you smile.

Just be careful with your choices, because he won't let you go as his obsession and desire for you grows more and more.

''I love your smile, my baby, your perfect face becomes even more beautiful when you're smiling. Please keep smiling at me always.''

Kinks: dom, adoration (he adoring you).

Nicknames: Baby, Goddess/God.

CONTROLLER

Bellerophon was a Greek hero most worshiped in the cities of Lydia and Corinth. He was best known for riding Pegasus. Son of Poseidon and was adopted by Glaucus, king of Ephyra.

''I'm perfect and so are you. We're both made for each other, can't you see that? There is no one better than me for you and no one more perfect than you for me. We will stick together.''

He is best known for his arrogance, after comparing himself to the gods themselves and deciding to go live on Mount Olympus, which was the cause of his death. He is a controlling and obsessive yandere, going so far as to lock up his darling if he can do it.

Bellerophon is the very definition of arrogant and greedy, these are characteristics that describe them very well. He is greedy for his sweetheart and glory, he wants to be the most worshiped and he demands this worship from his sweetheart and he will get irritated if he doesn't get it.

He's not the possessive type and it's rare for him to get jealous. aiming that he knows he is the one for his darling and there is nothing to be afraid of. They were his as much as he is theirs. It is so and it will always be so.

Bellerophon is an extremely controlling yandere, if he could, he would even control your breathing. He wants to know everything about his darling, they shameful stories to they darkest secrets and desires, everything. He doesn't want you to hide anything from him and will not tolerate secrets as you are his and as such you must be transparent to her with your desires and thoughts.

Needless to say, he is suffocating because only the gods themselves know how much this man is always glued to your side. He is always with you, breathing down your neck and watching your every move like an eagle.

There's no escaping him, not when Bellerophon is always glued to your hip.

''You are mine, your every thought belongs to me, everything about you is mine. And I don't share.''

Kinks: rough sex and suffocating his darling.

Nicknames: Love, Darling.

DEVOTEE

Orpheus was a great musician and poet of Ancient Greece. He is best known for going to the Underworld to seek his beloved and failing in the process. He is the son of Calliope, a Greek muse, and the god Apollo.

"Not even the muses could inspire me to sing a song about you. There aren't enough words to sing about my love for you."

If there's one thing we can say about Orpheus it's how passionate and devoted he is to his beloved, his love for you has never wavered through all the years and never will. He loves you completely, soul, body and heart, he gives himself to you with his whole being.

Orpheus loves too much and that is his greatest downfall. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you, for the person he's obsessively in love with, and that could be dangerous.

He won't rest until he makes you happy, he loves to sing songs and read poems to you and they are all about how he feels about you.

Orpheus is a simple man, he just wants to live his life with you forever if he can. There aren't many mysteries to his obsession with you, just that he's willing to do anything for you and your love. He's not in favor of murder, but for you, he'd kill anyone.

"I love you more than I can put in poems and songs. Please never leave me, I couldn't imagine my life without you by my side."

Kinks: breeding kink (he would love to have kids with his darling).

Nicknames: Muse (ironic, I know), Princess/Prince, love.

OBSESSIVE

Adonis was considered one of the most handsome men in Greek Mythology. Son of the incestuous relationship of Cinyras and Myrrha, according to Ovid, but in Hesiod's version he is the son of Phoenix and Alphesiboea. He was the mortal lover of Aphrodite and, in some versions, of Persephone as well.

"I will never let you go even if I wanted to. We belong together forever."

Adonis is completely obsessed with you, he knows everything about you and he lives fantasizing about his life with his darling. You are everything to him, this man can no longer live without you. He just can't and doesn't want to.

His biggest dream is to marry his sweetheart and if he gets the chance he will. Adonis adores you deeply and no one knows why. Maybe it's because you're the one who isn't focused on his looks anymore or just because he fell in love with you at first sight, according to him.

He's very possessive of you and doesn't even try to hide it, it's not like he wants to either. You are his and everyone should know that, including you. If the love bites and suck marks on your body don't speak for themselves, Adonis will do so.

Because he is very obsessive, Adonis will never give up on you, not even in death. You belong together and that's forever and ever.

Don't worry though, he is very loving and clingy to you and will always be there for you. Whether for better or for worse, Adonis will never leave you alone.

"My love for you is greater than my beauty."

Kinks: adoration, daddykink/mommykink (don't ask me).

Nicknames: Love, Baby.

DELIRIOUS

Perseus is one of the most famous greek heroes. He is best known for having beheaded Medusa. Son of Zeus and the mortal princess Danae.

"I could never hurt you. I love you too much for that."

Perseus is the very definition of a delusional yandere, he dreams of his darling 24 hours a day, awake or asleep, you are always in the demigod's thoughts. And he doesn't even try to hide that he's thinking about you.

And why should he? He is very obsessive and insistent in his obsession with you, he doesn't intend to ever let you go. Perseus can't live without you anymore, not without his reason to live. Don't you understand that? You are everything to him, everything.

Perseus cannot live without you. He knows it, you know it, everyone knows it. If something were to happen to you he would go into a deep state of despair and rage.

You can't disappear... Unless you want a lot of people to suffer with your choices, because Perseus won't stop until he has you all to himself. He won't stop until he has all his fantasies fulfilled. And he will cut down anyone who dares to get in his way.

You are the reason for his entire existence and Perseus will never leave you. He will never stop dreaming and raving about you. Never.

Stay with him. Perseus will make sure you never lack for anything. He is so unconscious in his obsession with you that there is nothing he doesn't want more than your happiness. Beside him, of course.

"Our love is strong enough for your petty form of denial. You know you don't really mean it, my princess/prince. You love me and I love you. Always."

Kinks: worship kink, slight degradation and humiliation.

Nicknames: Princess/Prince, love.

OVERPROTECTIVE

Jason is a greek hero son of Aeson. He is best known for being on the ship of the Argonauts and having married Medea.

"The world is a very dangerous place, my love. I cannot and will not allow anything to hurt you. I promise you."

Jason has seen a lot of bad things and bad people, so he developed a very strong paranoia about your safety. He acts incandescently around his obsession. He is always very alert and constantly scanning the environment around you closely.

He just doesn't want anything bad to happen to you. Is this so wrong? Is it so wrong that he doesn't want anyone to look at you? Touch you? No, it's not. Jason knows it's not wrong, he's just doing all this because he loves you so, so much.

And it is his duty, as your only protector, to protect and love you with all his might. And he will do his duties, his duties with all the pleasure in the world. Jason would do anything for you.

He would die for you, he would kill for you. He exists for you, he longs for you. He wants you. All of you.

"You are very important to me. I will protect you with everything I have."

Kinks: degradation and slight breeding kink.

Nicknames: Love, Darling, Baby.

STALKER

Patroclus was the son of Menoetius. Best known for having acted in the Trojan War, where he was killed by Hector.

"I will follow you to Hades to never be separated from you."

Patroclus is a great stalker, he will literally follow you to Hades itself without any kind of hesitation. He also knows everything about you, absolutely everything. Your secrets will become his secrets. Your desires will become his desires.

Everything that belongs to him will belong to you. You and him. The two of you and it will always be like this.

He is a big soft yandere for you, but only for you. This man would never, under any circumstances, hurt you. He could never and never wants to hurt you, he cares for you more than anything, he loves you more than anything, how could he even dare to think about hurting you?

You are everything to him, absolutely everything. All that is his is also yours, all that you want will be yours. He's willing to do anything for you, no matter what the consequences, because at the end of the day, you're the only thing that really matters.

It's you who really has all the power over him, you're the only person Patroclus wants and is willing to commit atrocities to keep you by his side. Only you, you hold all the power and control and he's happy about that.

He loves you and that's what he tells himself when he goes to sleep, that everything he did is in the name of your love, nothing will have been in vain for you.

Patroclus would never hurt you, but be very careful with him, because he can misinterpret your words and this can lead to irreparable actions. It will all depend on you, in the end, and he will always be there for you.

‘‘Everything I've done... Everything I do is for you, my love, and it will always be for you.’‘

Kinks: worship, pet names and breeding kink.

Nicknames: Love, Honey, Sweet.

OVERPROTECTIVE

Hector was one of the main trojan warriors during the Trojan War. He was a prince of Troy, one of the children of King Priam and Queen Hecuba.

''I can't let you out, I can't and I won't risk your safety. It's all for your own good.''

Hector is an extremely overprotective yandere of his darling, he gets paranoid just seeing a scratch on your skin, breaking a nail or just sneezing. He goes crazy with worry when he sees something that shouldn't be there, that he knows shouldn't be there.

He will overreact if you get hurt, even if it's harmless. You are everything to him and he doesn't want anything bad to happen to you, ever. He will take care of you, he will always protect you.

Always.

You'll basically have a bodyguard, so Hector is always at your side, watching your surroundings carefully. Danger is always lurking and he will be damned if he lets any enemy try to harm him.

Anyone who tries to harm you will be dead immediately, but not before suffering a painful and well-deserved torture. No one can think of hurting you, let alone actually doing it. Hector will make sure anyone who threatens you is dealt with hard and fast, he will always have be your protector.

That man would die if anything happened to you, just the thought of it makes him sick with worry. You are everything to him and Hector will make sure you are loved and protected. He will do everything for you.

''Please let me take care of you. It's all I ask, all I need for peace is to have you safe..."

Kinks: breeding kink.

Nicknames: Y/A (your nickname), Love.

MANIPULATOR

Cadmus was a legendary phoenician founder of Boeotinan Thebes. During his time, he was one of Greece's greatest heroes and monster slayers. He was a phoenician prince, son of King Agenor and Queen Telephassa of Tyre.

''You are so blessed to have me, to have my love. Feel honored.''

Cadmus is a great manipulator, he knows very well how to use his... gifts to manipulate you, to control you. And that makes him happy, because you are his, wich means, you are his to manipulate.

He cares about you a lot, he loves you and that's why he wants to have complete control of you so he can keep you with him. Cadmus will never admit it but he's scared to death that you'll abandon him, that you'll leave him and if that happened he'd break, you're everything to this man and he won't let you leave his arms.

Everything he does is for you and will always be for you. For your sake. He has no qualms when it comes to you and will act violently if someone tries to steal you from him.

Cadmus loves you and that alone is enough for him. He doesn't quite understand his feelings but this desire, this obsession he has for you robs him of any good judgment he may have. Everything is you. From the moment he saw you, it's you and it will always be you.

He doesn't like to hurt and would rather make you suffer mentally than physically because it's safer to see you break down and have a mental breakdown than having you bleed out. Besides, he doesn't want to ruin your beautiful skin with scars.

Cadmus can be very dangerous and unstable when it comes to you, so be careful around him. His manipulations are dangerous but can keep you safe from his wrath.

''I'm doing all this because I love you and you know it.''

Kinks: degradation, dom.

Nicknames: Sweetie, Beautiful.

[spookysweettooth]

Grief aspect combo analysis

This combo aspect idea belongs to @superxstarzz they were kind enough to allow me to do analysis of their combo concepts and to make things easier I'm going to start out with aspects! I do hope everyone enjoys!

Grief is the combo aspect of doom and rage, I'm still getting use to the aspect and classpect analysis so please bare with me

To break things down, here's how I view what doom and rage are to me as aspects

Rage: negative, positive and neutral emotions. Mental stability, emotions in general, emotional issues, pessimistic, tough love, hard outer shell and distance, hate for lies, values the truth more than anything.

Doom: the dead, zombies, voices of the dead, seeing the death of the future, puppets, stitches, self destruction, loyalty, hard outer shell and slight hard inner shell, the physical body, control of the dead.

These are some key things I see for these aspects, do I know there's more to them than that? Yes do I care? No, this is key words I use to remember what these aspects are about. Now onto what I think the grief aspect could be and what sort of powers it can grant as a aspect

Grief in general is heard when you are grieving someone or something, grief itself has multiple stages as a result, sadness, anger, resentment, acceptance and forgiveness. Grief can be represented by stone like grave stones or by the tears of the weeping, The yelling of the angered, the glare of the resentful, the blank stare of acceptance and the smile of forgiveness. It can also be represented by rebirth, the new form of a person after grieving.

Grief: the aspect of grief can be granted to a person whom has gone through many stages of life or has lost multiple people or sentimental things. Often seen as people who became hero's of grief have to fully become hero's of it by fully understanding what grief is to them, once at God tier they have fully understood what grief is not only to themselves but also to the people around them, once realizing and reaching god tier the people of greif can utilize their emotions or the emotions of others for their benefit for the sake of the session.

Powers for the hero's of grief:

Depending on what class you are combo or not depends all on your powers but here are some I like as ideas for powers.

The voices of the hurt and the dead: as a hero of grief and it being a mix of doom I like the idea that not only can you hear the voices of the dead but can also hear the voices of people's inner pain begging for help or guidance.

Control of the dead: again I can see the doom aspect of grief having the ability to. Utilize the people of the dead for grate benefits! Making a army of zombies as you try to take on enimes and a okay idea right?

Emotion control: the rage aspect taking over the negative emotions of your mind you can use them to make weapons as a last resort or use your anger to make sharp lightning bolts attack your enime. As a grief player time is a soul virtue and it's needed more than wasted on people.

Emotion manipulation: while controlling the negative emotions of your teammates you create a raging hell of a team while they are full of anger or resentment or any negative emotions. Good luck doing that my friend

Healing bodily parts and the mental stability: if you are a healer class you can use your tears to seal wounds and use the bones of the dead to make thread and a needle for stitches, also using emotional manipulation to keep mental breakdowns at bay or taking on the burden as well.

@superxstarzz I hope you like my analysis and I hope I did this aspect justice, I personally may be a sylph of grief now haha! Please do feel free to suggest what aspect to do next!

[shattereddarknessau]

…. *the mysterious skeleton turns to face you*

So… it’s you huh….? I suppose you’re here to listen to this unfortunate backstory? Perhaps here to grant me your pity?

Now……I suppose I could tell you what happened. Not that I highly doubt you’ll be interested……hm? What’s that? …..You are?

…..*sighs* Fine. If you insist. I shall tell you the story of how Rubytale ceased to be. *the mysterious skeleton reaches for the book, and begins reading the story*

“Once apon a time, two races ruled the land, humans…and monsters. The two races were ruled by two leaders King Topaz, and Queen Aquamarine. One day, The Crystal Ruby of Balance grew out of control, causing the entire AU to vanish of the maps, and...” *he stops reading for a second*

Wait a minute….*the mysterious skeleton  turns to the pages, to find false information*No….T-This is not right. It’s all wrong. Nothing in this book is right! It doesn’t talk about the REAL story at all. They’re leaving out the tragic events of his childhood. There was no “King Topaz”, damn those delusional authors. Always spreading lies about history.

…. They’re choosing to forget what REALLY happened to my people. *he disintegrates the book of lies*

I think it’s about time you learn the real story of Rubytale, the true tale.

On day, a selfish soul decided to steal the crystal to absorb its magic for their own greedy desires, oblivious to the horrible fate they have brought upon innocent people.

The crystal was the only thing keeping the world together, it was known to guarded for centuries, people praised the crystal, as if it were a might god, however, the guards had grew lazy over time, letting it slip into the wrong hands.

To the sound of footsteps approaching, the selfish soul dropped the 2,000 year old crystal on the ground and ran away in a panic to save their own skin, leaving the AU and the damaged artifact behind. The guards came back to see what the selfish individual had done.

“Oh the horror, The Crystal Ruby of Balance has been damaged, we’re all done for!!” said one of the guards in a state of fear. In a moment of despair and sadness, they dropped to their knees and begged the magic crystal for forgiveness, but it was too late.

A bright glow begin to emerge from the crystal, blinding everyone in the room, it rose to the sky like a big shining star, and began striking everything in its path.

An emergency evaluation was scheduled that morning, screams of terror can be heard all across New Home City, the crystal blocked the light of the sun itself, causing the sky to become too bright for the eyes…

Broken pieces of the crystal had formed into giant meteors that came crashing down on buildings and homes. By the afternoon, the entire city was destroyed, with some civilians injured and others killed.

The last remaining survivors ran and ran as fast as they could, yet they were no much for the rubies destructive power. No one was spared, and they were wiped out without a trace.

……

….My apologies, I shall keep reading for you.

The queen simply watched, frozen in horror of watching the entire earths population in the AU parish so easily. She knew there was not enough time left, so she grabbed her ten year old son and used her last remaining bit of magic to send him to a safe place somewhere in the multi-verse.

She had a granted him a staff as well known as ‘The summoner’ which will allow him to summon any Sans at his disposal to help him in time of need as well as travel to other worlds.

However, the child couldn’t get it to work, no matter how hard he tried. He was sent to void between the fabric of time known as the “Timespace”, it was like an empty canvas, nothing to see yet.

With his world gone forever and everyone he cared about, he cried for hours and hours, he screamed for help, he sat for hours hoping someone would COME TO HIS AID AND TELL HIM THAT EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO BE OKAY….that he was safe now….that someone now cares for him…

..And yet….NOBODY CAME… “Where is my savior?” he said…

“Where was my happy ending damn it?! I don’t deserve to suffer like this!” The child shouted in a fit of rage.

“The story is incomplete there has to be more to it than this… this can’t be my fate. It just can’t be, someone has to come for me, they just gotta!”

The child repeatedly said to himself every day, hoping to keep his sanity alive, as the the days became weeks, and the weeks became months, and months became years.

The years of isolation and loneliness took every last bit of a motion that poor child had left in his heart, he grew emotionless, dull, unable to smile again. He swore to kill the bastard responsible, and when he did, he would bathe in their blood.

And would you like to know who the child was?

That child….was ME….

The End of Dark’s Backstory.

(P.S The art was drawn by his younger self to explain his POV of the story and how it affected him badly)

Original Rubytale by (rubytale-chapter2)

[diejager]

Magnificent writing! Absolutely love your writing!

Have a little idea for the Monster141 + Konig & Horangi + Alejandro and Rudy, what if Hunter was the vessel of the Dragon God (Demon's Souls)? A while Hunter cannot allow it to manifest in the real world, is able to show them an illusion of sorts, of what the dragon god looks like?

https://www.reddit.com/media?url=https%3A%2F%2Fi.redd.it%2F27h7rknb26271.png

A reference of Dragon God.

-🌀

spiral anon, you like souls games too????? I haven’t played it, it’s probably one of the few souls games I haven’t at least tried, but I love them so much even though it’s too hard for my horrible game skills.

But from what I’ve seen, the Dragon God is a beast, a colossal creature of mass destruction and power, breathing the same hell fire that he lives in, hidden in his sunken cavern and biding his time until someone stumbles into his lair. But then he somehow finds himself vanquished, stained by the Slayer of Demons, soul consumed by his hatred and thirst for bloodthirsty revenge, only to find himself locked away in a human’s body. A Vessel —he dared call, someone to channel his strength and powers, but chained down by mortal restraints and their duty.

He can feel the power in the men his vessel surrounds themselves, each with their own strengths and weaknesses, insurmountable and controllable at the same time. He whispers small words, trying his damnest to control, convince, manipulate, coerce, anything to make his vessel act on his whims, but he was unjustly befallen on someone who he could not sweet talk, whisper promises of riches and power. He might have given - unknowingly - a piece of his strength, but with it, his essence remains, felt throuhg ever act, and he, while not being able to manifest physically, can appear as a shadow of his past self, an illusion, a tale and a whisper of what he once was.

They fear him, his vessel’s colleagues all show an ounce of shock, terror or dread, and he feeds on it like a vampire gorged on blood. That would do for now, the tasty fear and dread would satiate him until he found a way to break away from his restraint or manipulate his vessel, whichever came first.

Ps. I know little of Demon’s soul, so uh.. forgive me for writing some wrongs in this! I’ve only played Elden Ring, Dark Souls 1,2 and Bloodborne.

[moonchild-in-blue]

Sleep Token X D&D

An expansion of this post because je suis trés unhinged and I miss playing DnD. I'm not including homebrew content for simplicity sake, guiding myself through this website. Feel free to add or change as you will. I'll leave some links for each class specs in case you wanna read more, or aren't super familiar with it.

At first it would make sense for all of them to be different types of Warlocks or Sorcerers, with Sleep as their common patron. BUT I think that would be an easy cop-out, and I want to make things interesting. This is just my headcanon so yeah, don't mean, don't be weird. Let me know how you'd do it!!

(and if there are any DnD players who happen to come across this post and want to take inspiration on it, you're more than welcome to do so!)

Let's get to it, nerds 🎲2️⃣0️⃣

[cut because this is LONG]

Vessel

Race: Tiefling. A lot of room for inventiveness here, and you can change his appearance as you'd prefer. Maybe that's why he's always cloaked and masked. Maybe he gets even more disfigured every time he connects with Sleep. Class/Sub-Class: Warlock, The Great Old One (mysterious entity whose nature is utterly foreign to the fabric of reality). Obviously Sleep would be his patron. I like to think Vessel had an encounter with Sleep whilst not knowing who or what They were, and eventually became their servant. For the pacts, I had thought of Pact of the Tome, where the Book of Shadows would be his lyrics, but Pact of the Talisman is also great, because of the mask. @a-s-levynn had suggested The Fathomless for his sub-class, which is also AMAZING, especially if you want to lean into the whole tentacle/water horror aesthetic. Alternatively, Sorcerer, Divine Soul is an EXCELENT class for Vessel (actually, now that I'm editing this, I kinda prefer this one lmao). Read this and tell me this isn't exactly what Vessel is: Sometimes the spark of magic that fuels a sorcerer comes from a divine source that glimmers within the soul. Having such a blessed soul is a sign that your innate magic might come from a distant but powerful familial connection to a divine being. Perhaps your ancestor was an angel, transformed into a mortal and sent to fight in a god’s name. Or your birth might align with an ancient prophecy, marking you as a servant of the gods or a chosen vessel of divine magic. Yeah.

ii

Race: Lightfoot Halfling (yes I'm making him a hobbit, what about it?) Fire Genasi is also very apt. Class/Sub-Class: Druid, Circle of Wildfire (these druids bond with a primal spirit that harbors both destructive and creative power, allowing the druids to create controlled flames that burn away one thing but give life to another). This primal spirit, of course, would be Sleep. They are a bit of a mysterious entity. ii was the hardest to come up with. I knew I wanted him to be somehow connected to the land/elements, because I think that would be the best translation for his rhythmic prowess (drums wouldn't make much sense as a Bard). And that photo of him with the painted red fingertips reminds me of fire, so it seemed like a perfect fit. Some other alternatives: Druid, Circle of Dreams or Monk, Way of the Four Elements (monk would be SO good because of his silence, like LoZ Link, and the ability to harness his energy).

iii

Race: Obviously a Dark Elf. Obsidian-black polished skin, pale blond hair, pale blue eyes, slim figure. Need I say more? Earth Genasi could also be a good option, due to his golden vein-like paint. Class/Sub-Class: Ranger, Fey Wanderer (a ranger who represents both the mortal and the fey realms. As you wander the multiverse, your joyful laughter brightens the hearts of the downtrodden, and your martial prowess strikes terror in your foes, for great is the mirth of the fey and dreadful is their fury.) I quite like this because the options of how you acquire the magic are endless, and can be traced to Sleep or even Vessel (maybe he granted them?). iii is our favourite chaotic boy, but he can be so intimidating at times, this one plays off his duality quite well. Plus you get Otherworldly Glamour similar to iv which makes sense. A cool alternative could be Sorcerer, Wild Magic, as it has a similar base to Vessel and it draws magic out of chaos.

iv

Race: I thought about making him a Genasi or Half-Elf, but honestly I love him as a Human. I just love the idea that this human is sooo charming and talented, that even all these supernatural creatures can't help but be enthralled by him. Changeling or even Eladrin could also work. Class/Sub-Class: Bard, College of Glamour (these bards are so eloquent that a speech or song that one of them performs can cause captors to release the bard unharmed and can lull a furious dragon into complacency). I like that iv appears to be super low-key, but is actually insanely seductive (I see you mask pulling) and talented. So out of all of them, he was my obvious choice for a bard.

The Vesselettes

I think they could either be sort of like a greek chorus or muses but for Sleep, that appeared at key moments to help the party, or actual campaign members. Race: Aetherborn Class/Sub-Class: Clerics, Twilight Domain (The twilit transition from light into darkness often brings calm and even joy, as the day's labors end and the hours of rest begin. The darkness can also bring terrors, but the gods of twilight guard against the horrors of the night). It would be awesome to have them as healers and protectors of the party, who serve Sleep directly (if Sleep is evil, they could also be secret spies? To make sure the party does as Sleep intents). Or maybe they are protecting the party from Sleep (they can never sever their connection to them, but they will do everything they can to make sure the vessels won't go too far).

I'm not sure how they would all get together, but my [abridged] story would place them all as servants of this magical deity, called Sleep. Vessel was the first to encounter Them and lives as an actual, living vessel for them. They believe that Sleep, albeit mysterious, is a benevolent creature, who was wrongfully cast away from Their plane/stripped of their powers or divinity.

As the one closest to Sleep, Vessel can sense that something isn't quite right, but he's already so entangled and manipulated by them, that he doesn't even care.

So they fight all these people and creatures, believing they're doing something Good, but then it turns out that Sleep was evil all along? The people they have conquered and killed were actually good, trying to stop them from giving this awful, terrible being their power.

Sleep basically uses them to defeat their enemies and get back to whatever place or power they no longer have access to. Maybe the vessels turn their back on them? Maybe Vessel doesn't want to and they fight with each other? Or maybe they just keep serving Sleep?

Or, you know, Sleep could also be an actual helpful deity, and they are genuinely doing good by fighting in Their name. But maybe in the end Vessel can't let go of Them and drama ensues and everybody cries.

I don't know, this is just an idea. I spent WAY too much time researching for this, but it was fuuun. I love talking DnD.

[theresattrpgforthat]

Hi there! Do you happen to know any good ttrpgs that can be run with 3 people (gm included if there's a gm) virtually and is light on math/crunch? Bonus points if it's scifi or fantasy. Double bonus points if there's minimal prep

THEME: Light 3-player Games

Hello friend, I’ve got a number of fantasy-themed games that you might like to check out. If you want some non-fantasy options, check out the bottom of this post!

Wickedness, by Nightling Bug. 

Wickedness is a peculiar tabletop game written for exactly three players and one tarot deck, with no dice and no GM.  Together, you'll form a coven between three mystical archetypes (the innocent and gentle Pure Heart, the volatile, revelrous Wild Spirit, and the uptight, scholarly Old Soul) and try to keep your world of magic and mystery in balance with the mundane world, in spite of its ignorance, poverty and violence.

This game uses tarot cards and draws a lot of inspiration from Belonging Outside Belonging Games, so there should be little to no math or crunch required. As a GM-less game, you might want one person to read the book ahed of time, but character generation and setting are figured out at the table, at the beginning of the session. I like the fact that the author provides pick-lists to choose from: it means that players will have a quick list of options to choose from rather than writing a bunch of abilities out of thin air.

The playtest in the game page shows three people playing it virtually, possibly on Roll20, so it looks like running it online is totally doable!

What’s So Evil About Necromancy? By Tyler Magruder.

Take the role as the product of necromancy (undead), the practitioner of necromancy (necromancer), and the guide (GM) and trade roles multiple times over the course of play.

What’s So Cool… games are pretty rules-light most of the time: you write down a few details and descriptions for your character, and roll 2d6 whenever you want to do something risky. You get +1 for advantages, and -1 for disadvantages. 8 or higher? That’s a success!

What’s So Evil About Necromancy? builds on this framework and adds bits and pieces that allow players to switch roles throughout the course of play. The game is meant to be expandable, so if you want to write lore or expand upon the rules, there’s room for that! The game is pretty light so running it online should be easy, especially since there’s very little character maintenance as written.

 If you want more ideas about how to play with necromancy, or if you want to flesh out a setting to play in where necromancy is rampant, you could flip through In Play Issue 2: Necromancy, by FKR Collective, for ideas. 

QuestFellows, by Penflower Ink. 

QuestFellows is a GM-less collaborative story-telling and role-playing game for 2 or more players, based on the Four Points RPG System. QuestFellows combines the atmosphere and themes of classic high fantasy adventure, with a narrative, player-driven and fully cooperative role-playing experience.

This game is what you want if you’re looking for a classic fantasy game. It’s GM-less, so like other GM-less games, it should expect the group to learn how to play together, which usually lend themselves to little prep beforehand. It also provides you with form-fillable character sheets and game instructions that allow for online dice-rollers. This is an excellent option for folks who want an setting akin to the stereotypical fantasy world but who don’t want to give one person the burden of being a GM.

POWER | WISDOM | COURAGE, by UnabashedlyRose.

POWER|WISDOM|COURAGE is a GMless game for three players about being chosen by the Light to face off against the Shadows and save your home from destruction. 

It's also a game about defying expectations and resisting the control of any of these so-called gods. 

This game pulls greatly from the themes of Legend of Zelda, with a focus on a trio of heroes and reincarnation, as well as going to fight against a devastating Darkness. The three characters are provided with predetermined stats according to the virtue they most embody, as well as a series of pick-lists to determine their motivation and background. The setting feels pretty abstract, so you can decide the details of it by yourselves, or perhaps with a world-building game to accompany you, such as Questlandia 2nd Edition, by turtle bun.  If you want a game that is epic in scope, this might be the game for you!

Games I’ve Recommended Before

Poutine: Deep Dish Nine, by The Kinematic Cafe.

Anyone Can Wear The Mask, by Jeff Stormer.

[marshmallowprotection]

Vampire fever finally caught me, but as always my mind chooses the path of angst—

And by angst I mean SE Saeran, of course.

So how would my favorite vampire deal with the mixture of guilt and bloodlust? Would he starve himself? Would he absolutely refuse to bite his partner again, even when they implore him to do so because it hurts them to see him suffer like that? I'm so, SO curious.

- Assistant Anon.

At first, he tried to starve himself.

Saeran's self-destructive tendencies are in full-swing.

He wants to destroy himself because he sees no purpose in going on from where he stands. Depending on what happened when he was rescued from that situation he was in, if you were the one to get hurt in the line of fire instead of Jihyun—that would break him.

I imagine he would have built up an image of you in his head, one that imagined you to be indestructible because no matter what he did in a moment of impulse, you would never break. Even if you were human and that meant you could be destroyed, you never felt, so in his head, it almost felt as though nothing could get rid of you, not even him. 

If you got hurt... if he nearly drained you dry... if he hurt your body with any capacity of his brute force?

Well, he would blame himself for it.

You deserve better than the devastation and destruction he brings everywhere he goes. You brought kindness into his world when he didn't know it and even if he didn't deserve it, you still gave it to him readily and he never wanted to put you in a position that would get you hurt. The only reason why he took you was because your blood was so strong, so sweet, and meant for him. 

You were meant to be together, that's what he thought, but after seeing you laying in a pool of your own blood, that would make him want to leave you behind because why would you ever want to be with a damned soul that could kill you at any moment? 

You don't deserve to be damned... to be a monster... to destroy everything you hold dear in a fit of blood lust you can't control. God, he nearly took you away from this world... why would you want to go back into his arms? Get away from him! That's what he screams if you try to come close to him. Get so far away that you can have a normal mortal life!

He can't bear the idea of having been the one to kill you. He can't stomach it.

If he had a stomach, all of its contents would've been expelled the minute he thought about what it would feel like to be the one who killed you.

Saeyoung would have to force blood bags down his throat to keep him alive. That's how bad it would get. But, considering Saeyoung's actions in the canon universe, he already had to be on guard with every attempt Saeran made against his life. This is no different. No glass this time, just blood bags he pays someone off for to ensure his brother is taken care of... since he's afraid of trusting Jumin's offer on the off chance Saejoong thinks something about that when he goes looking.

I imagine that he wouldn't allow himself to feed from you. Even if it was an incredibly desperate situation, he would go out of his way to find something else or just get rid of himself because if it comes between your safety and him becoming a monster, he would rather get rid of himself than have you get hurt again.

It's the same reason why he keeps the tattoo after everything that happened, it is a reminder of what he did and what he was, and as long as it's with him, he can never forget. If he never forgets, then he will always be conscious of his actions. 

He is trying everything in his power to make sure it never happens again, and it is definitely not healthy but it's the only way he knows how to cope with his situation. That's not to say that he doesn't miss the sensation that comes with the intimacy of sharing that moment with you, he does, but to him, it's just... not worth the risk of losing you. 

That is something he's terrified of. 

But, there is a chance... a very small one... that he might let himself drink your blood again. It'll come down to a heated conversation at his worst when he's denying blood bags, and Saeyoung is at his wits end. Obviously, he doesn't want to hurt you, but your blood... the way it works in this universe... it tastes better than any blood... it gives his body the power he needs... way faster than any other blood he takes in.

He will try everything to push you away, but you'll offer your arm up and no matter how much he wants to push it away, you'll keep it in front of him. You were always like that. Even at his worst, you thought about what he needed to survive instead of what you did. It's not a good look for you, but at the same time, he can't deny that kindness in your eyes always made him feel good. 

"Saeran, I want you to take my blood, okay? You're not going to hurt me."

"I could."

"You won't."

"I could."

"But, you won't. Saeyoung's standing outside if that's what you're afraid of. I know you better than that, Saeran, and I know you won't do anything to put me in danger. But if you're so afraid of something going wrong, the minute I make a noise that sounds wrong, he'll stop you. You can't keep denying yourself what you need to survive."

"I can get other—"

"We both know my blood is what your body needs, Saeran. We both know the difference between what happens when you get something for me and when you get it from somewhere else. It's day and night. Let me do this for you. You're not manipulating me to do it, I want to do it."

"...You're insane."

"No, I just love you."

[ourlittlesecrethoney]

All roads lead to you. —BoruSara.

Hello, it's been years since i wrote anything borusara related but i've been in the mood lately and wanted to get this out of my system. Enjoy my small drabble and i may write more in the future. ♥️

Boruto and Sarada had a silent agreement.

No cheesy love confesions, no big romantic scenes were needed between them, their bond slowly developed through the years from childhood friends to rivals to teammates, they basically trusted each other with their lives. Just one look was enough to understand what the other was saying or feeling, that's how close they were.

Hence why they never needed all the fireworks and flying to the moon to know their hearts were one. Besides, they were fighting literal gods and avoiding death and destruction since they were 13, the day didn't have enough hours to spare sometime and go on a date like any other people in love do, so they realized about the depth of their feelings at a very slow pace.

They've been together since babies, both very used to each presence as they were used to see the sun in the sky everyday.

People may wonder when everything changed, that's an easy answer, Boruto could say, after the Momoshiki invasion, when he realized his life goal was to support Sarada as a Hokage and protect her. Of course, he wanted to be like Sasuke, a free spirit roaming around but always helping the village on his own way, however, that would be meaningless if the person in charge wasn't Sarada.

He has witnessed her determination to achieve her goals, all her efforts and late night training sessions just because she felt she didn't give her 100% that day. She has helped him too, as a shoulder to lean on, someone to put him back on track if he got distracted.

He knew Sarada wanted him to be the best version of himself and that's why she called him out whenever he acted reckless, and although they often fought because of that, he knew it was coming from worry.

He had plenty of time to think about what Sarada meant to him the years they were separated, when Boruto left to train and control the new powers he had, but honestly, there wasn't much thinking needed when she was always his priority, heck, 13 year old Boruto knew he wanted to be with her as her support but it took him to be apart and miss her to understand he just didn't want to be a right hand man because she was her teammate and closest friend.

When he thought about his future all he could see was seeing Sarada everyday and bringing her lunch to the Hokage office because he would be damned if he allowed her to develop the same unhealthy habits of his old man, no sir, he was ready to prepare lunch for her everyday and make sure she rested well and was happy. You see, it is not normal to have these thoughts for your just friend, even if he was Mr. Oblivious he wasn't stupid.

Love is not an easy topic and he thought he should be more scared and worried about falling for her best friend, but that wasn't the case.

Falling in love with Sarada felt right, natural, as if it was always meant to be and he wouldn't want to fall for anyone else. A small voice in his head asked the important question "what if she doesn't love me back?", Boruto decided to brush it off and just wait to meet her again.

All those worries went away the moment he laid his eyes on her at the village gates. She waited for him all those years holding in her hand the small bolt necklace he gave her as a promise to see each other again, and the look she gave him was what gave her away. Midnight eyes full of sparkling stars and longing, but the only thing she said was "Welcome home".

He nodded and closed the distance between them with a warm hug whispering on her ear "I'm home now". It was crystal clear, the beating of their hearts matched as much as their souls.

Boruto's POV is so fun to write, lots of Sarada in that blondish head. Should i write my vision of Sarada's pov next? We'll see.

[opal-owl-flight]

Please please what are your thoughts on the final boss of the epilogue, I got spoiled on day one and have been waiting for you to see it in game before I asked because it's just so cool and your stuff is all so cool and I want to know your thoughts and potential lore

SO this is quite a lot! My method for handling new info is to take what works and leave what doesnt. Canon is a suggestion, not a rule.

About the Crown:

Mistellin was originally made to seal away Termina (the dark heart pf which was rampaging around the galaxy) and use its power to fight against it, but only a shard of It was captured. Seeing that the shard still held incredible power, the Ancients decided to use It's power for good instead of destruction.

Monarchs have worn the Crown, but several of the weak willed fell to Its influence and used it for their nefarious ends ("It strengthens the darkness in the wearer's heart..." so its Power at a price. The reason why the Crown's claws constrict corrupted souls like Magolor Soul is for damage control). Why the Halcandrans continued to use this Crown I can only assume to be survivorship bias/majority chosen did not fall...until the last king of Yore, who was possessed by Termina midfight in the war to seal It away. (The magitech civil war happened a little after this, as the loss of the monarch due to misunderstood Dark Matter magic research/practice raised tensions between magic practitioners and the tech faction.)

How the lore changes affect my telling:

Why the past monarch chose Mags as successor then (a story beat in my interp of things) -- well he didnt have much of a choice at first. The shards of the damn relic rooted itself on Mags' head. Literally. (Thanks Termina.) The dark entity did nothing but send waves of searing energy through the Crown shards to cripple him, to prevent him from stealing the Rejuvenating Crystal Fruit that It plans to use for Itself. (Dunno what this fruit is in canon, but judging from what the fragments of it do to Mags -- I assume its an Ancient artifact that holds an insane amount of energy. Gem apples exploding is a convertion of his high energy supposedly used to heal, to fuel a more destructive outcome. What can heal/restore can also destroy.)

*What Mags does in Epilogue is what I can simply say as "gathering painkillers". The magic energy he stores up allows him to block out/create a dam against Termina's crippling energy waves, and also allows him to do more powerful, complicated spells in the process. (No wonder one of his emotes is him crying.)

After Magolor Disrespects the Lorax by slicing a tree in two, the voice goes MUCH quieter. The tree (and the Doomer) held majority of the Crown shards -- by destroying them, Termina's way of communicating with him grows weaker. But not fully gone. (He cries in the end bc its sweet, sweet, relative silence...)

Did Mags learn his lesson? Not yet. If anything, his ego is the size of a galaxy now, bc he killed an eldritch god on his own. Without Kirby's help.

Im going to set Clash aside bc jfc that looks complicated as hell. The only thing Im taking here is the fact that he set up a Shoppe in Dreamland (no alternate realities here either -- itll complicate things)...but its not exactly a fresh new start just yet. Hes doing this to gather Nova parts easily. What better way to get parts and artifacts without raising too much suspicion than by trade? (His full redemption happens after Robobot, in the Nova Incident. Which is another thing I wrote)

Back to the previous monarch choosing him as a successor. Termina kept It's clutches on Mags. The Crown has rooted itself deep into his soul enough that hes still at risk for easy possession. SA rolls around, and Termina is supposedly at It's strongest.

Mags doesnt get possessed. Out of sheer spite and will alone he keeps the gate on the Crown's power and influence shut. Hes not going to fall, not again, not when he finally has something, and (several) someone(s), to care about. At the end, its him who deals the final blow on Termina in his mindscape, as he is yhe one who holds the last fragments of It's consciousness.

Free at last.

This is what makes the King of Yore choose him as an heir. He couldve decided to trap the dark entity in the Crown, like intended, and kept it fed so the Crown's power will never run out. But he chose not to...not wanting to suffer any longer nor make anyone else potentially suffer what he had.

He freed both himself and the Crown. Now the power that sleeps within is clean, with no Dark Matter almost guaranteeing a corruption.

* If anyone falls with this version of the Crown, it is not bc of any Dark Matter. Thats on the bearer's character/lack of control. Mags still losing it in Overlord form time and again shows that....

[ivys-valentine]

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Hi! So I thought I would try to write some Astarion fanfic since BG3 and the pale elf himself have been latched onto my mind. However, I have never written fanfic or really anything before. Apart from some cringey entries in my diary when I was younger.

Anyway, I kind of just jumped into this out of nowhere. I intended for it to be about one thing but then I got so focused on what I had so I hope it isn't too messy to read. Potentially would like to write more in the future but just thought I would at least try this out yk. I reallyyyy hope that I didn't trail away from Astarions personality too much and that I did him/the game justice.

If you have any suggestions etc. I would be happy to hear them. Right! Enjoy!

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Bittersweet Escape

Established relationship|Non ascended Astarion|Possible spoilers|After Cazador|Lotsa sad feelings|Astarion x f!Tav | 600+ words

Even as a Baldurian, Lower City can be intimidating and exhausting. Chaos runs rampant across the city. Tensions soar so high, in anticipation of the Absolute, that one feels as though they can almost see it in the air.

After defeating the bastard Cazador Szarr, Tav contemplates the turmoil Astarion must be experiencing. The loss of a life once known; Of a life once controlled and the loss of a life that could have been.

Tav knows that persuading Astarion to not ascend was the right decision. That if he had, Astarion would never be himself or have the opportunity to be better. The seven thousand souls sacrificed could never make up for the destruction of his own. But even so, her mind was plagued with guilt.

Constant “what ifs” battled around her illithid-infested brain. Her beloved would perhaps be soon unable to feel the loving warmth of the sun against his pale elfish skin. He may be cast into the shadows once more. Her heart hammers in pain for the life they must mourn. Amongst these feelings, Tav internally declares she be damned to the Nine Hells if she doesn't try her hardest to do everything and anything she can to help him.

A click of a tongue, “You're so adorable when you're thinking what to say.”

Tav, startled and momentarily confused, glances up to notice a soft smirk on an observant Astarion. A brief moment passes as Astarion awaits Tav to fully re-enter reality. “Would you like sharing what's invading that wonderful mind?-” A now cheekier smirk, “other than the illithid of course.”

Tav shakes her head whilst the faintest smile creeps atop her lips. Their eyes meet and a look of adoration is shared between them both. With this, Tav manages to temporarily shove these thoughts to the back of her mind while focusing on the most important thing she knows to be true at this very moment. - Astarion is here. He is free from any additional cruelty of Cazador. And he is safe. Or at least as safe as they can be in their rented room at the Elfsong Tavern.

The faint smile slowly fades. “It was terrifying seeing you in that ritual Astarion. I was so afraid I was going to lose you and I was also slightly angry at myself for entertaining this idea of confrontation.” Tav pauses, deeply breathing in and attempting to relax her muscles, “I know it had to be done but Gods Astarion, what if I had lost you forever? What if-”

Astarion furrows his brows thoughtfully before interrupting her, “Darling, I appreciate your concern - truly. However, I am eternally thankful for your help and belief in me. Regardless of the outcome, this was something I needed to do. For the first time in 200 years, I had the opportunity to face the man who stripped away my life. The man who took away my autonomy. A man who doomed thousands of others and used me to help. Had that encounter ended up much differently than it did - I believe that I would still be grateful for that final opportunity to face him with the freedom I finally had. An opportunity I would not have had, if not for your help and trust. So please, my sweet, allow those worries to rest, even just momentarily, but long enough that we can appreciate our victory and decimate some gods awful wine.”

She dryly swallows and nods before coming to stand before him. Their eyes meet again, interlocked with understanding. Hesitantly, Tav reaches for his hand, planting a timid but ever-loving kiss upon it. Quickly, she glances up at him to gauge his reaction; when she sees his body relax, she reaches up to cup his face with both hands. Once again, eyes intimately interlocking before she sweetly smiles and rests her forehead against his.

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MAIN VERSES

SAVIOR OF EORZEA.

he started as an adventurer, trying to SURVIVE in an unforgiving world. long having abandoned any hope for his homeland & his future, he lives for the right now. He longs to gain power as so he takes up the most destructive form of magic he can. eventually, he is recruited to the SCIONS because of his gift, the echo. An ability that allows him to see past events and defy the mind control of false gods summoned through faith and ritual. 

UNBELIEVER

oh mighty warrior of light. How the MIGHTY fall indeed. Used in a political scheme and framed for the murder of royalty, the Scions are no more. Most likely dead, save for three of them. Again, he SURVIVES. Again, he was POWERLESS to save those he cared about. Fleeing to the nation of Ishgard as a Ward of House Fortemps thanks to a friend, he and the few survivors are caught up in a war they have no stake in. Once a powerful mage, black magic becomes IMPOSSIBLE to control because of his hate. He feels himself being torn apart. Alas, a voice in the abyss. An unlikely mentor. The way of the Dark Knight calls to him. Power to protect, power to serve justice. The DARKNESS claws at his soul, but he still walks in the LIGHT. 

LIBERTY OR DEATH

Sacrifice & more sacrifice. The Scions are reunited and TORN apart. Too much loss tears at him. But now he stands at the doorway to his PAST. ALA MHIGO, his homeland. The schemes of a madman have brought them to war with the Garlean Empire, the very people that stole his family. As he promised himself he would never return, that those that fought for freedom were a lost cause… He now stands ready to face his past. As a Scion, a Warrior of Light, and a victim of the Empire. This time, he will have the POWER. He will liberate his country, and himself from his past. 

BECOME WHAT YOU MUST

One by one, the Scions fell. Into a sleep that no one could wake them from. A mysterious hooded man beckoned, and across worlds, he went. To a place on the verge of DEATH. A premonition foretold his own demise, and he must join the Scions in an unfamiliar world. A world he must RESCUE, for those he has lost. for those he can yet save. The fate of two worlds hangs in the balance, and his title of LIGHT must be cast away. He must become the bringer of NIGHT, the warrior of darkness. 

TALES OF LOSS AND FIRE AND FAITH

Finally at peace. And a MADMAN decides to steal away everything he held dear. To tear about the world and people he had come to LOVE. Unwilling to lose anything again, he will fight until the END. Until the very end, and further still. Truths and pain that can crush the soul. BUT YOU ARE NOT ALONE. 

ALTERNATE VERSES

LIGHTLESS

Non-Warrior of Light verse. When Roi and Niall attempted to escape into Eorzea, Niall was killed. This led to Roi being captured by the Garleans. Being a physically capable 13-year-old, they sent him to a work camp of prisoners where he was subjected to hard labor and intense abuse. For ten years, he managed to survive against the odds. After the WoL defeats Gauis and his research on the Echo reaches the soldiers in charge of the prison, they discover that Roi’s bursts of unconsciousness he often gets line up with the research. After questioning him and confirming he has the Echo, he is shipped away to a lab as a test subject. From this point, it breaks into three sub-verses. 

I. I SURVIVED BUT I HAVE NOT BEEN SPARED. This takes place if Roi hasn’t been taken to the lab yet and is somehow freed from his prison or your character meets him. It can also take place if he is freed from the lab before they eventually kill him by draining his aether or pushing his body/mind too far.  II. THE BOY WITH THE BROKEN HALO  In which he finally breaks and starts openly complying with the research in the hopes it will free him from returning to prison. In this verse, Roi either remains at the lab or is eventually able to leave as a soldier after they find out as much as they can about his echo. In this, he would open be helping the empire despite what they did to him and his family out of an intense fear of returning to his life before. That being said, his body is in far worse shape than in the main verse and the experiments made it more difficult for him to control his aether properly. I would say his combat style would be more similar to a gunbreaker, often attempting to use the echo to collect information from the Empire. He can still use magic, but it physically drains him to do so. I would say the intense damage to his body would bar him from having an open combat role, he would likely be more of an information agent. Now I cannot stress enough that he would still, basically, be a mage. But it would do his body harm to use too much magic and thus he would rely mostly on a sword. I would also wager they did research into how to use the Echo for combat, like with Fordola, and fighting with him would be incredibly difficult because of that. So tl;dr, he wouldn’t be in open combat too often. But when he is, he’d still be quite a foe. But his primary use for the military would be his echo. He’d still basically be a slave. He wouldn’t be allowed to act freely without supervision. I’m still working out exactly what he could do with the Echo because I don’t want it to be exactly like with Fordola. III. RABID ANIMAL In this verse, he taps into his natural magical abilities and the basic things Niall taught him. He loses control of his abilities thanks to the experiments and kills/severely wounds everyone around him. He is also horribly injured but manages to survive. Maybe he was rescued by a random beast tribe or small group of people or maybe luck was (finally) on his side. He stays by himself, doing whatever he has to in order to survive and killing every garlean soldier he sees. Again, physical combat is nearly impossible (even more so than the other verses because of the intense damage caused by his own spells) but he can use magic despite it messing him up. Whether or not he gets to Eorzea depends on my partner and I plotting. Either way, Roi is far more messed up in this verse. 

LET ME DRINK YOUR LIGHT

Instead of being scouted by the Scions, Roi remained a normal adventurer. He continued his quest for POWER, doing his best to kill his heart with every hardship. He may have began as a helpful adventurer that seemed a friend to the common man. But as time went on, his quest for power led him to the forsaken art of black magic. As he grew more powerful, he was exposed to more and more darkness. Isolation and distrust started him down a bad path. He is now a ruthless criminal, taking whatever he wants and seeking more power. As one of the strongest mages in the realm, there is very little people can do to stop him. His effort to expel all weakness has led him into doing awful things, just as desperation had before that. Roi longs to cast off human weaknesses.   Survival and power are the only things he seeks. Known as a man that could have been a hero, Roi is an ally to those that want people killed. To those that would pay to hurt others. His thirst for power has led him to be one of the most feared men in the underground. 

I’M THE ONE THAT MAKES MY FINAL CALL.

Roi’s family was from Rosaria. There, he lived the early years of his life in peace. In a tiny village, his mother and uncle raised him. His father had fallen in battle against the Ironbloods. Roi never met him. Despite everything, Roi awakened as a Bearer after the empire was already in control of the country. His family tried to hide him, but it didn’t last. In an attempt to stop someone from harming an aging and nearly gone to the curse bearer, Roi used magic to protect. This led to the deaths of his mother and uncle when they tried to rescue him. Roi, rather than being killed, was branded and forced into the army due to his natural prowess. The fight was snuffed out of him quickly, being only 13 when he was taken. It wasn’t until years later when he was the only survivor of his unit and was lost among Fallen ruins that he unearthed something. A crystal like one he had never seen before. Upon touching it, he felt himself fall unconscious. Only to be faced with a man he thought had been slain by the imperial forces. The man, despite them being on different sides, offered to help Roi grow strong and escape his bonds. Thus did he flee with Fray. Roi has survived on the fringes of society. Stronger than most and forced to stay away from civilization almost entirely, Roi is very isolated. He wanders from place to place, killing those that use their power to dominate others and enacting his own justice. Because he is Branded, he sees most that approach him as enemies by default. He has heard of Cid the Outlaw and does not know how to think about him. Before the first time skip, Roi is still in the army. He only escapes during the 5 years. He also still has something similar to the echo and his dark knight powers, though I am willing to negotiate the echo if people do not want to have it exist in threads.

ANCIENT

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Ancient Verse. Default is Amyntas being Azem and the 14th member of the convocation.

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SO DARKNESS I BECAME

UNSUNDERED. VERSE. Amyntas was Azem and failed to stop the final days. He was not sundered and took his title back and resolved to aide the other unsundered. Almost all of who he was has died in the eons. 

[morgana-ren]

Is your au Astarion similar in many ways to ascended Astarion?

Oh yes! Very much so. There are some big differences (notedly that this Astarion is a much bigger bastard) but ultimately, they're still the same man.

Astarion still ascended, but rather than ascending through the soul sacrifice and offering his soul to Mephistopheles, he was able to through Nightmare instead. Nightmare, being a very powerful devil in his own right, had the power to ascend him on what was essentially just glorified good will. It was totally worth it for Nightmare even though he allowed Astarion to keep his soul, namely because someone he hated stood to benefit if Astarion had done the ascension Cazador's way, and ruining this deal was absolutely instrumental in him toppling a regime and getting vengeance.

Astarion got to become a vampire lord ascendant, and Nightmare got to completely fuck over someone he loathed and fully intended to murder down the line. Both sides benefited.

Now, Astarion retained his soul and so he was wholly and completely in control of his actions like he was as a spawn, but hanging around Nightmare has a way of... Making you a complete fucking prick. No other way to say it.

Nightmare allowed him a bloody, violent vengeance and then took him as his first mate, and they cut a bloody swath through the Sword Coast together to help Astarion work through his trauma and pain.

Two severely traumatized men taking out their misery on anyone unfortunate enough to cross their path. Therapy comes in the form of a sword and a rapier and wanton death and destruction and sexual depravity. Having full control over another being is something both of them quite enjoy. Sadism is something they enjoy. No holds barred. No limits. If they can take it, they do.

As you can see, Astarion very much became a monster anyways, and has as many murders under his belt as Nighty himself. Astarion converted to a Baneite for Nightmare (although he is not nearly as devout. Nightmare is a cleric of Bane and fiercely, fiercely loyal to his lord) and basically came around to his way of thinking in regards to everything.

After all, Nightmare was the first true friend he ever had. His brother by blood and oath. He'd kill, maim, and murder just to make him laugh. They love each other very deeply and have a massive impact on each other.

Astarion came around to Nightmare's way of thinking on most things as a side effect of their bond. Sexually sadistic, domineering, and, well, a Baneite. If he wants something, he takes it. Nightmare essentially encouraged him to give in to his worst impulses, and by the Gods, he did. They rape, pillage, and plunder together and can usually be found together with their other brother(s) causing someone some form of misery.

And yet, he still has his soul. He still feels things and is capable of having a conscience. It's just very warped in the shape of Nightmare.

Imagine if Astarion was encouraged to act like a prick but not because he was terrified for his own survival, but rather because it was fun. Imagine if he became immensely powerful and feared nothing. Now imagine that he still has a soul very, deep, deep down. Imagine his strongest bond being with someone worse than himself.

That's Astarion with Nightmare.

[heavens-sin]

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  The  skies  above  Dressrosa  darkened  as  Doflamingo's  Birdcage  descended  upon  the  island,  slicing  through  buildings  and  streets  with  ease.  Panic  swept  through  the  streets  as  civilians  scrambled  for  safety,  only  to  find  themselves  trapped  within  the  confines  of  the  deadly  cage.  As  Doflamingo  gazed  down,  he  couldn't  help  but  feel  a  surge  of  adrenaline.  Luffy,  with  his  straw  hat  and  sense  of  determination,  was  a  formidable  opponent.  The  fight  had  been  intense,  pushing  both  fighters  to  their  limits.  grin  etched  his  features  as  he  watched  how  Luffy  gritted  his  teeth,  refusing  to  give  in.  He  unleashed  a  barrage  of  punches,  each  one  fueled  by  his  determination  to  protect  his  friends  and  the  people  of  this country.  How  pathetic.  He  could  admire  the  efforts  of  the  man.  But  he  effortlessly  dodged  and  countered,  his  movements  fluid  and  precise  but  he  had  taken  quite  a  few  strikes,  kicks  and  punches  to  his  being.  If  it  wasn't  for  the  damage  given  by  law’s  ability  he  would  be  fine.  However,  Doflamingo's  smirk  never  wavered.   the  king,  with  all  his  god  risen  divinity  stood  atop  the  royal  palace ,  overlooking  the  destruction  that  gripped  the  island.  buildings  torn  to  ruble,  fires  burned  brightly  and  corpses  littered  the  ground.  As  the  battle  raged  on,  Luffy  pushed  himself  to  the  limit.  The  power  of  Gear  Fourth  was  immense,  but  it  came  at  a  cost.  Fatigue  set  in,  and  he saw  an  opportunity.  He  grinned  maliciously,  realizing  that  victory  was  within  his  grasp.  The  birdcage  ceased  its  momentum.   With  a  flick  of  his  wrist,  the blonde summoned  his  strings,  weaving  them  into  a  deadly  web  that  ensnared  Luffy.  The  man  struggled  against  the  threads,  the  mastery  over  his  Devil  Fruit  power  was  unmatched.  He  relished  the  sight  of  his  opponent's  futile  attempts  to  break  free.From  his  vantage  point,  he  watched  with  satisfaction  as  chaos  engulfed  Dressrosa.  The  people's  screams  echoed  in  his  ears,  a  symphony  of  fear  that  fueled  his  desire.   He  relished  in  the  sight  of  his  kingdom  crumbling  beneath  his  feet,  a  testament  to  his  absolute  power.

     ❝       FU  FU  FU  FU    *        his  chuckle  was  low,  his  words  laced  with  venom      ❝       You're  outmatched,  Straw  Hat.  What  happened  to  kicking  my  ass  huh?  you  seemed  so  confident   *         The  sun  hung  low  on  the  horizon,  casting  long  shadows  over  the  battle-worn  landscape.  Luffy,  battered  and  bruised,  struggled  against  the  relentless  onslaught  of  Doflamingo's  razor-sharp  threads.  his  reign  was  at  stake,  and  he  would  not  allow  a  mere  amateur  alliance  disrupt  the  delicate  balance  he  had  maintained  for  years.  A  cruel  smile  twisted  Doflamingo's  lips  as  he  tightened  his  control  over  Luffy's  movements.  The  pirate  king's  spirit  was  unyielding,  but  even  the  most  resilient  of  souls  could  be  broken.  Doflamingo  reveled  in  the  sensation  of  power  coursing  through  him  as  he  forced  Luffy  to  his  knees.

      ❝    You  and  that  annoying  brat  have  caused  some  trouble  for  me,  but  in  the  end,  you're  nothing.    *          Doflamingo  sneered.       ❝    Your  dreams  and  aspirations,  they  will  all  remain  as  just  that.   dreams.  idiotic  dreams  that   you  will  never  accomplish  .   all  a  waste  of  your  time.     *          Doflamingo's  cold  stare  met  the  resilient  stare  of  the  boy.  The  once  vibrant  determination  in  his  eyes  flickered  like  a  dying  flame.  Doflamingo  reveled  in  the  taste  of  victory,  savoring  the  moment  when  Luffy,  the  symbol  of  hope,  was  crushed  under  the  weight  of  his  strings.He  saw  the  unwavering  determination  in  Luffy's  eyes,  the  indomitable  spirit  that  had  defied  odds  and  conquered  foes.  The  citizens  of  Dressrosa  watched  in  horror  as  their  hope  waned  with  each  passing  moment.

As  Dressrosa  descended  into  a  silence  broken  only  by  the  triumphant  laughter.  

      ❝     FU  FU  FU  FU  .  .  .   I'm  going  to  enjoy  taking  you  apart,  piece  by  piece,  watching  as   you  beg  for  mercy.    *         

Doflamingo  said  his  voice  laced  with  contempt.   his  long  serpentine  tounge  slithering  out  to  wipe  the  blood  that  tainted  the  boys  cheek,  the  metal  tips  of  his  piercing  scratching  his  cheek.  he  smiled  coldly       ❝    I'll  show  you  what  happens  when  you  defy  me.  when  you  defy  your  king.     *          He  tightened  the  threads  around  the  boy  and  the  surgeon.        ❝      I  wonder  how  long  it  will  take  before  you're  begging  for  mercy,  screaming  for  release  from  the  pain  I  will  put  you  through.  *        the  blonde   purred,  his  voice  thick  with  sadistic  intent.  his  large  hand  cupping  luffy's  chin        ❝    And  after  you've  suffered  and  pleaded,  I'll  make  you  watch  as  I  do  the  same  to  that  little  brat.    *        

he  pressed  himself  unashamedly  against  luffy's  back.  The  boy  could  feel  the  man's  hot  breath  on  his  ear,  could  hear  the  sadistic  glee  in  his  voice  as  he  taunted  and  tortured  him.  Doflamingo  grinned,  a  feral  gleam  in  his  eyes.  The  boy  would  have  to  be  made  an  example  of,  a  warning  to  all  those  who  dared  defy  him.  A  cruel,  sadistic  smile  spread  across  his  face,  a  wicked  glint  in  his  eyes  as  his  mind  raced  with  thoughts  of  the  things  he  would  do.   His  hot  breath  on  his  ear,  luffy  could  practically   hear  the  sadistic  glee  in  his  voice  as  he  taunted  him.  Dbehind  his  lenses,  his  heterochromatic  hues  held   a  feral  gleam.  The  scent  of  blood  and  sweat  was  intoxicating,  the  sound  of  the  boy's  pained  gasps  music  to  his  ears.  He  tightened  his  hold  on  the  threads,  revelling  in  the  surge  of  power  he  felt  as  they  cut  into  the  boy's  skin.

Sharp  canines  brushed  against  luffy's  jugular,  threatening  to  sink  into  the  delicate  flesh.       ❝    I'm  going  to  devour  you.    *          he  hissed,  his  voice  dripping  with  venom  as  he  grinded  against  the  small  of  his  back,  expressing  how  excited  the  fighting  had  riled  up  the  king.    A  low  growl  escaped  his  throat,  and  his  lips  twisted  into  a  wicked  smirk.     his  fingers  making  certain  motions  that  caused  the  strings  to  tighten  hence  more  around  thier  bodies,   running  his  tongue  along  the  shell  of  Luffy's  ear,  his  breath  hot  and  heavy.  He  chuckled  darkly,  licking  his  lips.

     ❝    I'm  going  to  fuck  you  until  you  can't  move.     *        he  growled,  his  voice  thick  with  lust.       ❝    And  then  I'm  going  to  keep  fucking  you,  over  and  over,  until  you  break.  Until  you  can't  even  remember  your  own  name.    *