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Fae someone giving a diamond to their darling and she’s freaking out and they’re like ??? It’s just a silly shiny something
Ok, maybe not a diamond but Fae!Price does shit like this to his witch all the time, menace that he is. She is desperately trying to keep up on repaying him.
"What is that?" You ask, staring at the red resinous cubes that Price is holding out to you on a neat black handkerchief. Your hands are actually starting to shake a little just from seeing it.
"Socotra sap," He says so easily you think he's fucking with you. Your fingers reach out to touch it, reverent.
"Dragon blood I- how did you get your hands on-" You shake your head, pull your hand away, "What is it? A gift? A- a boon?" You wrack your mind for anything you have to repay him for this.
"It doesn't have to be anything," He tugs a string on the edge of the handkerchief and it folds up like a bag. The hard red sap disappearing from view before he holds the offering out to you.
"Everything is something," You say carefully, "What-" You bite your tongue before you can ask a dangerous question, before your greed can get the better of you. What does he want for it? It's magically valuable, you both know that, but you don't think Price has any use for it.
He raises a brow at your silent hesitation, leans against the threshold of your garden. "You're turning it down?" His deep voice jogs you from your thoughts. No, you know turning down his gift has the potential to be worse than accepting it. You just need to repay him.
"No," You tell yourself firmly, "No, it's a very kind gift I just need you to wait here a moment."
Price blinks, but nods. He's more than willing to wait for you, after all that's the only thing he's been doing. Waiting for you to stumble over something so he can pick up a piece of you. He's interested to see what you repay him with. Truth be told the only thing this resin is good for is-
"You smoke right?" You ask, settling jars and various strange books on the wall, "Cigars?"
Ah, that's cute. You remembered. He grins, and sets the bag in your outstretched hand. It's fun watching you pull caps off of jars and sniff them, tugging notated paper free from one of the books as you fish chalk out of your pocket to draw a hasty circle on the wall. He leans close as you bend over the circle to work, smelling the soft floral notes of your shampoo. You make his mouth water.
"You make a lot of cigars?" He asks, instead of biting you when you lean through the threshold. You hum, head bobbing from side to side as you partition out tobacco on leaves.
"Not recently, but I had a client that liked to smoke them before court." Price isn't usually one to envy other men, but God does he feel it licking like fire at his ribs.
"Had?" You nod, opening a jar of sparse white flowers and red roots.
"Wife killed him," you break off a few pieces of the dried root and put it in a little rock bowl. Seemingly too distracted to care about the fantastic story you were avoiding.
"Really," he asks, you're so lovely up close like this, both of you leaning against the brick wall. You look up at him through your lashes with a small smile.
"Nope," you twist your pestle against the root, grinding the root down into a powder, "he decided to quit smoking." You look back at your work, grabbing another bottle. It looks like another root, but at least he knows the flower this time, morning glory. What are you cooking up there?
"I've missed making these." You smile at your work, opening the dragon's blood satchel and breaking a piece off to add to the mortar mixture. Your fingers are so deft, purposeful as you grind the roots and resin down.
He'd love those pretty little fingers to wrap around his cock. Would you even know what to do when they did? Would your nose scrunch up in concentration like it did now, your lips parted just enough to pout as you worked? Oh pretty little witch, would you get on your knees for him and beg?
"You will, " he mumbles. You hum questioningly, glancing at him as he hums back. You must not think it's important enough to question further, must not want to break your precious intent. Witches are always so fond of their focus.
You sprinkle your mixture over the filler tobacco, careful as you combine the two and start rolling the cigar. No, cigars, you portioned out for two. Smart girl, weighing your own value for the gift against your talents. You twist the end of the wrapper, and swipe your finger on an open tin before running it along the end of the wrapper to seal it. You do the same on the other end to cap it.
Price takes the finished cigar when you offer it, watching you work on the second one. It smells good, heady and resinous, and something else. "What's it supposed to do?" He isn't an expert on the herbal fuckery you witches do.
"Hex breaker, command spell, decent smoke," you list, half paying attention to him as you finish your spell, "they need to dry for a day or so, try not to smoke them until then."
Price hums, you keep your focus on your work and not on the way he inspects your gift. His thick fingers twisting the cigar between them, the soft sizzle of evaporating water. You know magic when you hear it, wild magic your grandmother used to call it. The kind you'd never hope to have.
You should hang up additional wards before he lights either of these. There's no telling what a debtor might do with this extra kick, not to mention one who seems set on you. You hold out the second cigar, you don't feel any extra weight from a tether.
"Fair trade," Price tells you, you'd have thought he'd be annoyed but he almost sounds pleased. "Now run along back inside like a good little girl, I know you want to put your new toy away."
You really do, too. You lick your thumb and rub out part of the chalk circle, breaking it easily before you gather your things to take back inside. You're positively brimming with spells that could use a little kick of dragon's blood.
"I'll bring you something nicer tomorrow," Price warns you, you don't hear him as you close the door.
Herbs used: Tobacco, bloodroot, dragon's blood sap, morning glory root
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Fantasy idea!
so ya know how things like goblins, orcs, fae, dragons, the undead, and other flavors of monster are often hated by kingdoms in high fantasy and killed on sight?
what if Kokichi was a prince of a royal family in a kingdom that accepted those creatures as normal folk and as results have earned the loyalty of alot of those species. the catch here is the other kingdoms that see those creatures as nothing but mindless evil beasts think the kingdon Kokichi's family runs is the most unsafe in the world cause the way they see it; it's overran by dangerous monsters
enter Shuichi, who's part of an adventurer party that's set on saving the "overran" kingdom from the monsters. To the rest of the party he's acting as a scout to get the best details from the royals so they know what's causing this "infestation" to occur so they can fix it.
while working with the royals to understand the situation, he meets Kokichi and- lets just say he gets more out his quest than he bargend for ;)
bonus points: one of Kokichi's parents is one of the "monster" species, so he's half human.
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Nico calls herself an artist and it’s usually played off as a joke which is slightly funny in its own right. Though, after going through the DMC5 Art Book and taking a close look at the weapon designs for the Devil Breaker, I honestly can’t help but agree with her.
She literally is an artist and an amazing gunsmith on top of that.
Like, only focusing on Overture, it’s not just a regular prosthetic, it’s a metal prosthetic that’s also a weapon that delivers super intense punches (kinda). Not only that, the prosthetic moves insanely smooth and works better than most biotech prosthetics you see in real life. It’s probably lightweight from how easily Nero is able to move around with it (especially when you consider it’s been about a month since Nero lost his arm, he’s surely gonna get used to that missing weight in that time, though a given is that Nero’s probably just very strong. Homeboy uses a massive revving fire sword with one hand after all) and it moves in sync with his body much quicker that actual biotech prosthetics.
Even real biotech prosthetics take time between flexing the muscle to doing the action required (though it’s super cool to think that genuinely works).
And I understand, it’s a game, it has to be smooth, it has to work quietly otherwise it might end up annoying players and/or look clunky and awkward. Plus, all of the characters (except V) are super strong it probably doesn’t matter (and the whole demons merging with materials/being the materials). But I also love to think overly complicated thoughts for things that you, as the player, really shouldn’t think too much about.
All of Nico’s designs for all of the Devil Breaker make sense and are polished to the be the best looking as possible. To think that she does all of this herself PLUS being able to create all of this stuff on the fly and have it work makes me love her so much more. Like I cannot help but think about how she is an artist but it’s downplayed and she literally does not mind it because at least she has an outlet for all of her crazy inventing urges.
Who knows, maybe insanely good biotech is already a given in the DMC universe and Nico isn’t doing anything new (though I very much doubt that by the setting overall). The DMC5 team did a wonderful job creating designs that actually make sense once even just slightly explained through concept art and I cannot help but gush about it.
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