#942.5 - Maschiff are raised in tightly knit family groups, where they quickly gain admiration for the protective nature of their parental Mabosstiff. Desiring to be as intimidating and formidable as their parents, Maschiff are always tilting their heads and making big scowls to appear threatening; however, the display is highly ineffective, even towards children. Despite their silly expression, Maschiff possess well-developed jaws and fangs that are strong enough to crunch through boulders, while their thick layer of fat makes for an excellent defense. As they age and mature in Mobstiff, these Pokémon become stronger and more competent, developing the ability to store (and later release) energy from their growing dewlap. Over time, they perfect the ability to both intimidate opponents and protect their families.
Named: Maschiff - Mobstiff - Mabosstiff
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Death Shall Come on Swift Wings to Him Who Disturbs the Peace of the King
Chapter 12
Technoblade was just a normal student-wait, scratch that. Technoblade was a fantastic student. But being a fantastic student doesn't protect you from the end of the world.
Somehow, the Dead God has returned. And he has returned angry. He is committed to the death of the entire human race.
Until he stops.
And he demands the entire world bring him one person. One person, and then the reign of terror ends.
But by the wing, why does that one person have to be Technoblade?
or; Philza is an awakened God that wants revenge, until he realizes his murdered bestie was reincarnated. Now he just wants his best friend back. Technoblade wants to not be murdered by an all powerful god with attachment issues.
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A Wild Magic You Cast
One Shot Chapter
NSFW - Smut - Ennemies to Lover
Word Count: 4162
Pairing: Gale/ Fem!Durge (unnamed)
He had studied the intricacies of the weave long and hardily; had learned it from the best, dared he claim. The most distinguished teachers of the Blackstaff Academy, the great Elminster Aumar and of course the goddess of the weave, Mystra herself, had mentored him. Yet there she was, undisciplined and uneducated, pulling tendrils of magic at randoms, and it answered her every time.
Add to that her impossible character; she was quite the contrarian, although Gale suspected that was a side of herself she saved for him specifically. She never saw eye to eye with him and seemed to relish going against him. She made no attempt to be subtle as she rolled her eyes when he gave lengthy explanations about the way of the weave or when he was getting side tracked into a detailed retelling of one of his many riveting anecdotes.
At least, Gale took solace in the fact that the feeling was mutual: as much as she found him abrasive, he was likewise irritated by her inconsistencies and her lack of focus; running around camp, shouting and altogether embracing her inner chaos. Made it quite impossible for him to read in peace most nights.
Tonight was no exception.
Read the rest on AO3
A one shot chapter I was inspired to write when my Durge wild sorcerer Dana (see image below) suffered a bad die roll and poisonned our whole team in the shadow-cursed land.
I hope you enjoy!
image source: my screenshot
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Messages keep getting clearer
Radio's on, and I'm moving 'round my place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face ▶
From the first draft of the corpo!val longfic...
“Good afternoon, welcome. Are you checking in?”
He steps forward to the counter, releasing his touch on Val at last. “Yes. Mitch and Valerie Anderson.”
“Yes, Mr. Anderson, I see your reservation here: four weeks in our lovely Morro suite. It is fully stocked one bedroom with full service kitchen and balcony with a water view.”
“One bedroom?” he falters; he’s certain Val told him there would be two.
“Yes, sir. Is that a problem?”
His eyes slide over to Val as the visual distortion increases and more hormones pump into his system. She squeezes his bicep as she steps up to the counter.
“I believe we had a reservation for your two bedroom suite. I adore my husband,” she says, pausing to look up at him with a sweet smile, and her touch grounds him somewhat. “But this man snores like a fleet of AVs. If I have to share a bedroom with him, I will be suing you to pay for our divorce, and for damages.”
Val’s face lights up as she laughs and he follows her lead, throwing his head back and guffawing.
“Please, for the sake of my marriage,” he says, still chuckling as he turns back to the receptionist. “Don’t wanna test that prenup.”
Val laughs and swats him with her other hand.
“Let me see what I can do,” the receptionist says and smiles politely. She resumes typing and moments later looks up at them. “I apologize for that oversight. I do have a two bedroom suite available. There will be a slight price difference.”
Mitch waves his hand dismissively. “Whatever Valerie wants, she gets.”
She gives a laugh that he can describe as sultry as she leans into him, and he slides his organic hand down her back to her waist, pulling her tight against his side.
“Of course, sir. We have adjusted our records. One moment please.”
A new alert pops up in the corner of his HUD, SCAN INITIATED, and it’s time for the first real test of the soft. The new deck from Vik shows the data being received by the scanner:
MITCHELL ANDERSON
DOB: 2028-04-29
NATIONALITY: NUSA
....
The data flowing from his deck matches the info packet passed on by Val and he releases the breath he’s been holding. He glances over at Val who’s watching him, and he gives her a lopsided smile and presses a kiss to her forehead. The chemicals taper off and the disorientation plateaus but he continues to focus on Val, on the feel of her against his side and the soft skin of her arm under his calloused fingertips.
“Very well, you are all checked in,” the receptionist says. “Please let us know if there is anything you require, otherwise please enjoy your stay.”
“Thank you,” Val says with a warm smile, and he nods with an awkward smile.
When the valet directs them away from the desk, Mitch finally releases his grip on Val’s waist and follows her to a bank of elevators.
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"You... aren't supposed to be seeing me yet..."
I LOVE WOMAN FROM CORRUPTEd COLORS
WE LOVE WOMAN CHARACTER
PRETTY LADYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY RAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH
I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HER
NOWWW
She is so interesting and cool and aweosme (had like 5 lines of dialogue before disappearing) I love seeing Girl Girl is Girl Like Me WOMAN RAAAGHHH
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