#[she likes one necromancer okay <3]

[kalloway]

you know, at this rate my Necromancer numbers amongst my custom heroes are growing in a way that isn't unlike how they can multiply in the actual game... lmao

anyway, WIP of Theodora the Blighted - my human Necromancer who is just blatantly evil all the way thru. Destruction master and Shadowborn adept and as much as I love Mina's design... Theodora has better synergy with the class itself since it leans all-in into Evil hahaha

#delete later #oc #myart #age of wonders 3 #artists on tumblr #wip #I have an idea I wanna play with so bad of ppl cooperating WITH a Necromancer purely to deal with a second more evil one lmao #AND YOU CAN PRY THE IDEA OF THERE BEING DEBATABLY “”“OKAY”“” NECROMANCERS FROM MY cold dead hands #tfw this was originally just a warm-up and I just straight-up didn't stop working on it all day and now it is an actual thing #I'm toying with Theodora's “title” stemming from ppl just straight-up judging her like a book by it's cover #like she's still evil don't get me wrong but the fact she may be “the Blighted” because of her actions OR her scars is kinda funny to me id #anyway that's not her character's actual BG i just needed better lighting because oh my god I could NOT interpret the darker refs properly #some of the lighting on the backgrounds is INSANELY TERRIBLE in this game please tell me im not alone in this

[sookiestackhcuse]

✞ ───── Send "❤" For my muse to kiss yours. | @mortuam

Delicate fingertips dragged along the length of his arm until stopping at his shoulder, drifting away only to reconnect at the sharp curve of his jawline. Sometimes she still found herself nervous around the necromancer, a flutter in her chest while she quietly anticipated her next move. There was something about him so alluring; she thought back to the essence of light inside of her, inside of every faerie, and how that light was attracted to darkness. What he was capable of, it was dark magic, wasn't it? Whether her feelings were brought on by this magnetic pull of nature or something else organic, she wasn't sure, and it wasn't stopping her from wanting him.

Inches of space between them shattered as she leaned in and kissed him. The warmth of his lips caused her cheeks to flush dark pink but she didn't care how flustered she looked, not now. She pulled away from him for a brief second, only to capture his lips again, stealing away one more kiss.

#mortuam #meme replies. #[she likes one necromancer okay <3]

[ahungeringknife]

slightly new and improved Writeblr intro

About me

I'm bb (bibi, and BB are fine but not Bb, that's a writing signature not mine), 30+, queer, she/they, and I like to write.

My fave genres are fantasy, scifi, and romance. Sometimes with historical fiction and slice of life thrown in too.

I have a probably unhealthy amount of OCs and I want all of them to kiss.

I write both fanfic and original stuff.

I mostly post my own writing, writeblr games, and posts that give me crazy OC thoughts to be tagged. I don't reblog a lot of writing advice or self deprecating writer posts because honestly? Couldn't be me.

I did a HUGE writing challenge this year that was an attempt to write 365 1-shots. One a day. I failed but that's okay. I wrote like 200 of them and that's great and I'm proud of myself.

This is a side blog. I follow from @xaz-fr

I love asks and tumblr messages. I do writeblr games but I could really use some writeblr friends to tag in the ones I do get :,D

I'd love to look at your stuff. You should def show me your writing in a reply or reblog :3

Main tags (that aren't WIPs)

#365 - the big year long project. It has some original stuff, and some fanfic. Lots of adult themes. Lots of original spooky stuff. Lots of 'horror and love are the same thing actually'. Things that are Very Adult are posted on AO3 with a link.

#Fey Alliance - catch all tag for my main setting, the Fey Alliance

#rattling - headcanons, world building, story thoughts, character questions, commentary. Mostly any original posts that aren't writing.

WIPs

The Zealous Servant - Dark high fantasy with lots of magic, necromancers, gods, and political drama. The main character Spayar needs to help his friend the crown prince kill the entire royal family before they turn around and do the same to him in order to claim the throne. Very queer, and is written for an adult audience not YA.

Entropy - My main fanfic WIP from the Destiny 2 fandom. Follows my OCs on their journey to bully the fuck out of Shin Malphur; resident Worst Guy Ever. Along the way he gets a hot girlfriend and I force him to have some actual friends because his lone wolf shtick is tired and stupid lol.

Lonos [working title] - This is a backburner one I need to really hash out a bit more. So I'll probably be posting a lot of rattlings about this one. Vaguely middle eastern appearance in setting about a traveling circus where all the players are also mercenaries for hire. Post a massive plague that wiped out almost all the magic users on the continent and the ones that are still around are viewed as cursed or unclean. (I swear I had this idea before the panny :,D) Gonna be a big long gay slow burn. For adult audiences.

Witchbane - Another backburner one I need to churn out some rattlings about. Steampunk set in a country called Ravthica where everyone thinks magic isn't real. When Spencer's parents go missing he's got to start believing in magic real quick when the hag that lives on his family's property tells him witches kidnapped his parents and the only way to get them back is to kill them. But witch hunting isn't exactly easy and he needs the help of some Wild things to find the witches that want his family and their witch hunting dogs all dead. For YA audiences.

#writeblr #writblr #writeblr intro #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writers and poets #creative writing #writers

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group C, Round 3, Poll 3:

Propaganda under the cut

Harumi

Oo boy where to I start. She emotionally manipulates the main character and then uses his emotions against him to revive his dad but evil. She ran a biker gang/cult and only let her three top generals know who she was. She went to extreme measures to get what she wanted, including burning down her palace and killing her adoptive parents.

some of her greatest hits include: Gaslighing Garmadon into hating Lloyd (his son), Gatekeeping being Garmadon's Son (even though she's not related to him and also a girl), Girlbossing her way to becoming the leader of a terrorist group while also being the Princess of Ninjago. siccing the terrorist group on the royal family, killing the king and queen because she hated them and didn't wanna be princess anyways, she'd rather be the evil puppet master behind a necromanced figurehead dictator.

Harumi is such a girlboss shes an orphan and was adopted by the emperor and empress and then BLEW UP THE PALACE AND KILLED THEM and she resurrected lord garmadon (evil!!!) and runs a criminal org/biker gang also she had this relationship with Lloyd where she pretty much just manipulated him but other than that I support her evilness

Okay so after an unfortunate tragic pass of her parents dying in a freak accident, she has dedicated her life in taking revenge on those who are even somewhat linked to their death. I'm talking, she manipulated her way into the royal family to get resources, starts a cult/gang worshiping one of the worst villains to ever hit the realms, and also completely plays with one of the ninja's feelings to get what she wants. Oh, yeah his feelings? She knew he had trauma, issues, just wanted to be loved, AND SHE USED THAT before leaving him to die on multiple occasions. She's also one of the few villains to actually win. Like she gets what she was aiming for, she wins. So yeah, Harumi is a girlboss.

Phillip Wittebane/Emperor Belos

(SPOILER) Has been gaslighting everyone he knows for hundreds of years (before he kills them or just discards them). Claims god won't love them if they don't do what he says (i.e., participate in his plot to genocide them). Girlbossed his way into becoming the emperor of a land of people he hates.

Gaslited the entire Boiling Isles into giving up their freedom to do any magic in favor of some cool tattoos that can murder you. Gatekept the door to the human realm. Girlbossed his brother fatally with a knife

This mother fucker gaslight, gatekeep, girlbosses his clone of his brother, the main character, A WHOLE FUCKING DIMENSION!!??? He even tries to gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss in his final moments!!!

#round 3 #group c #lego Ninjago #harumi Ninjago #ninjago harumi #ninjago #harumi #princess harumi #harumi jade #Sons of garmadon #the owl house #toh #belos #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers

[twinsunstars]

Thoughts on The Bad Batch Episode 10 - Identity Crisis - A Discussion Post

I expected almost nothing that happened in this episode, I was bewildered. Let's return back to the special episode centered around our dear Emerie.

(SPOILERS IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE EPISODES YET! all screencaps from www.cap-that.com! https://www.cap-that.com/starwars/the-bad-batch/310/)

The episode opens in a town market, where a mom (or dad? I'm not sure) and their baby are out shopping. The baby lost its toy for a few seconds and started freaking out. Once it used the Force to throw a plant pot to try and find its toy, I started freaking out because this kid is going to eventually be taken by the Empire sadly. Everyone around saw, and the mom quickly hurried away with her baby after finding its toy. One individual who saw the scene ends up contacting a bounty hunter.

Before I get back to the episode, can I just say how pretty Mount Tantiss is? It's such a dark place inside, but its exterior landscape is stunning. When it was shown during an episode when it was sunny on the planet it is on, it looked even more beautiful.

Okay, back to the episode. Once the plot navigates back to Mount Tantiss, we see Hemlock in front of a giant cylinder that is hiding something. He walks out of the same room that CX-2 had been standing in front of behind Crosshair back in Episode 3, and I felt like whoever the CX clone is is the one being kept in there. But maybe we'll see.

Emerie comes by with Commander Scorch (which I am so happy that he got name dropped this episode) and tells Hemlock that Project Necromancer's progress is slowing down. She expresses a desire to take Nala Se's place and oversee the project, which Hemlock decides to agree to after consideration.

Hemlock takes Emerie to the same place he went with Nala Se earlier in the season, ready to show Emerie the vault. I was expecting this dark room with red lighting that was full of cylinders carrying specimen for experiments, but I wasn't fully ready for a brightly lit room that has a few little children given some games to keep them company. It's the Clone Wars pain all over again when they were taking Force-sensitive kids.

Emerie asks, "Why children?" I felt like her eyes are now starting to very slowly open up to the Empire's horrors, but it will take her a long while, especially when she was raised by Hemlock and feels like everything around her is right.

One of the little girls comes up to Emerie and says she likes her glasses, and Emerie wants to connect with her, which Hemlock restricts her from doing. One of the kids closely watches Hemlock input a code using his datapad to open up a door, and makes sure that he remembers what to do, finding a way to escape. All of the kids look so tired and sad while playing with the games that they were given, it really breaks my heart.

It's not a scene where a Force-sensitive kid is taken by a bounty hunter without Cad Bane, who finally shows up for his cameo. He, along with his droid Todo, tests the baby from earlier for its M-count and takes them to drop off to the Empire.

Emerie goes to see Eva, the little girl who had spoken to her earlier. The kids continue to have their blood tested regularly, and Eva enjoys talking to Emerie. She asks about Nala Se and where she has been, as Emerie tells her that Nala Se is no longer in charge of the project. Eva had asked Nala Se to help her find out when she'll be going home, and Emerie says that she'll try to look into it.

Going to see Jax next, he manages to steal Emerie's datapad from her and make a run to the same spot where he had seen Hemlock input some code using his datapad. The others around manage to lock down the room before Jax could get access and escape. Jax just wants to go home and tries to sprint from the troopers that show up, but Scorch manages to stun him. Emerie did not want Scorch to stun him, but he was following orders.

We got to know the names of two of the kids, but I wonder who this little sweetie in the room is. I wanna give her a hug; I want to give all of the kids a hug.

Emerie goes to visit Nala Se, who finds out that Emerie has taken her place and has seen the kids. Emerie expresses what she's feeling about the kids, as they're children just like she was. She asks Nala Se, "Was your plan to discard them too?" From this, I'm guessing that Emerie was likely neglected by Nala Se, as Omega was the female clone that Nala Se kept more close to her. Based on my guess, Emerie was likely cast aside by the Kaminoans, which is probably why she trusts Hemlock because he took her in and Emerie feels more important rather than a girl who was neglected by the people who created her. Emerie feels that she can't do anything about the kids, but Nala Se tells her that she probably could. I'm really curious as to what Emerie will end up doing in the next episodes.

Emerie bumps into Hemlock and Scorch after leaving Nala Se, who tells her that a new specimen will be coming today. Emerie wishes to go with Scorch to pick up the specimen, but Hemlock becomes reluctant and tells her no. It's likely that Emerie hasn't been outside Mount Tantiss without him, so he doesn't want her going alone, even if she's with soldiers. When a trooper arrives and tells Hemlock that Tarkin wants to speak with him, he leaves and lets Emerie do whatever she wants.

Tarkin talks to Hemlock about the amount of money that is being used for Project Necromancer, as he wishes to know why they need so much. Hemlock refuses to tell anything about the project to Tarkin, as all the details are classified. I was surprised that even Tarkin was kept out of this project, and this is the Emperor's personal project. Tarkin could likely try to do the same that happened with Thrawn's TIE Defender project and try to shut Project Necromancer down so all of the money they have can be used for the Death Star.

Also, is it just me, or did Hemlock seem more expressive in this scene? I don't know how to explain this, but it's what was going on in my mind when I first saw the episode. Normally, his voice sounds more lower and quieter (which is literally what makes him sound so scary), but while he was talking to Tarkin, he sounded anxious and his voice sounded a little more louder. I don't know, it's hard to explain. Would love to hear your thoughts.

Hemlock contacts CX-2, who tells him that he has received some intel from a Trandoshan-who is likely Cid. If this clone really is Tech, that would be crazy since he possibly threatened her for the intel. Hemlock seems to grow frustrated and tells CX-2 not to return without Omega.

Meanwhile, Emerie goes with Scorch to retrieve the specimen from Cad Bane. When Emerie sees the little baby, her eyes grow wide, and Cad Bane notices her discomfort. He gets paid and the troopers take the baby, while Emerie is left with her thoughts.

While checking up on the kids and before lights go out, Emerie finds out that Jax was put into a two-day isolation as punishment for trying to escape, and Eva is upset about it. Emerie tries to be gentle with her, but all Eva wants is to just go home.

Emerie sits near the blood circle machine, continuing to oversee it. She sits in silence, going through each kid's file. Omega comes up, and I can tell that she misses her.

While thinking of Omega, she is reminded of the straw Lula that Omega had made, and Emerie had kept it with her in secret. She leaves it with Eva, who discovers it the next morning. Eva picks up the straw Lula and loves her, and Emerie watches with a proud smile. She looks so confident here; I keep wondering what her role will be in the next episodes, and I hope she gets out of here as soon as possible too.

I love how Lula has become symbolized here, as she started with being a comfort toy for Wrecker and later on Omega, and now Lula has begun to comfort other kids as well that are going through pain.

It'll take a while for Emerie to open her eyes and realize everything around her, but it's starting and she'll soon likely rebel. I loved this episode and the focus it gave Emerie. I'm looking forward to seeing more of her in the next 4 episodes.

#star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 3 #tbb #sw tbb #tbb s3 #emerie karr #royce hemlock #commander scorch #the bad batch omega #cad bane

[carica-ficus]

"Gideon the Ninth"

07/12/2023

Reading progress: 443/443 (100%)

Read through since last update: 167

So... It seems I'm at the last reading update... I actually didn't plan to cram so much into one post, but I got really into reading for a day or two, and then managed to get to the last 50ish pages and said fuck it. I'm not gonna say much except that I didn't expect for it to be that bloody, then at the end got so used to it that I had no other choice to just close the book and think to myself "Well. This happened." I will be writing a concise review as I do with each book I read, but I'm just gonna say I loved it very much. (This is, of course, a big understatement, but yeah... I'll gush about it in my review.) SPOILER WARNING! (Like always.)

Without further ado, my thoughts:

I might have been unbothered by the first two deaths, but I sure as hell am not ok after the end of Act 3. Was all that really necessary?? 😭😭

Yooo that scene when Gideon forces Harrow to siphon from her again is??? Hhhhhh... Made me feel a few things. Here's a graphic rendition:

I'm glad Harrow is banning Gideon from seeing Dulcinea. And the thing she mentions about the keys - she's right, it really doesn't make sense. It stuck out to me before, but I just forgot to comment on it. In any case, it's extremely suspicious. Protesilaus is also probably missing because of a distinct reason, related to his adept. Wouldn't be surprised if the Seventh is the one going around killing people.

Of course Silas turned out to be a little weasel. But at least Colum has some dignity.

Oh yeah, Corona is definitely not a necromancer.

Ok, but why am I not surprised that Harrow is the one who had her fingers in Protesilaus's disappearance? Honestly, she's the second most suspicious person in the mansion, but I love her, so I don't care.

HELLOOOOOOOO???? HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO????

First plot twist I have not expected. At all. I'm shooketh, as one might say.

Aww man. False alarm. >:( (This was about Gideon't claim that she murdered Harrow's parents.)

Oooh, but the big revelation was good! It was just a matter of time, so my reaction was more like "Ah! Finally!", than :O (Future me talking here: I'm not entirely sure what this is referring to? I'd guess it was about the Locked Tomb.)

Not Dulcinea doing the King Harold from Shrek dying scene 💀

"I had reason to believe," said Harrow, "that you would trust her more than you trusted me."

"You are my only friend. I am undone without you "

Stuff just kept happening and people just kept dying. Didn't even get the chance to write it all out, and another one was on the floor. Anyway... WHAT THE FUCK.

Honestly, I thought stuff would get all tangled up and I would lose my footing, as I heard most people do. (Or will, in the next book.) So I'm just glad I could follow along quite nicely. It all made sense in the end, even the stuff about Dulcinea. I wasn't too surprised she's the culprit, I'm just surprised how she's the culprit.

PALAMEDES!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!!

"I can't conceive of a universe without you in it." Again, Muir going straight for the jugular. I know she likes to kill off her characters, but she doesn't need to kill of her readers as well.

Ok, you know what. I knew there would be no happy ending. We all knew Harrow couldn't become Lyctor without Gideon dying. So, I am not surprised it happened. But I am also NOT OKAY.

Man, I love Harrow. I love her in the epilogue. I love her in the last chapter. I love how much she cares, how much she always cared. And I love how her relationship with Gideon evolved over time. Ugh. Uuughhh!

Ok, yeah... This was an experience. I'll be ordering Harrow soon and.... Yeah. I'm (not) prepared for more heartbreak.

#reading #reading journal #gideon the ninth #the locked tomb #locked tomb #gtn spoilers #dnevnik citanja #dnevnik čitanja

[fern-hounds]

under cut for pictures and descriptions ⬇️⬇️⬇️

safe to assume they're all pan and poly for the sake of the poll Lethellis: If you like someone with dark and moody color palettes, good with their hands and even better at reading others, and the idea of a 2-3 year long slow burn in which trust and devotion are built, congrats! You're getting a life long partner who's practically your shadow who would kill for you.

5'11 (180 cm) ✦ Thief ✦ They/It

Linnet: If your type is big soft man who would build a house for you from scratch, you're in luck! He's a bit on the quiet side, but his love language is actions, and he puts in the work. Loves to cook, and feels like sleeping with a heated blanket. His hands might be rough, but his heart is nothing but soft.

6'7 (201 cm) ✦ Engineer ✦ He/Him

Myrr: If you ever wondered if you could find love in a bog, you're in the right place! This swamp looking sylvari has a heart of gold, with some home cooking that can't be beat. A romantic night by the water with the sounds of the frogs croaking, the fireflies glowing, while enjoying a tasty and hearty stew. Bring a bottle of wine you would like, she's used to something a bit stronger. If you're brave, you could try a sip, but be careful. The moonshine she's drinking could strip the paint off a barn.

5'6 (166 cm) ✦ Necromancer ✦ She/They

Eidhneán: You're gonna have to ask this poor pining plant out yourself. He's thought through of so many scenarios of asking to be your valentine but he's shy, and couldn't work up the courage. Big fan of poetry and reading. Knows where all the best coffee shops are at. After being assured that you like him back, he builds more courage and would leave you little love notes.

5'3 (160 cm) ✦ Warrior ✦ He/Him

Caislán: Big buff butch. That's your type. And your type is correct. She will quite literally sweep you off your feet. Shameless flirt and has little filter. Will plow you like a field. Showoff and showboats for you, bonus if you're a healer/mender to patch her up after. She'll ask you to kiss her better.

6'5 (196 cm) ✦ Elementalist ✦ She/Her

Féithlin: You're a romantic. Not lowkey, no no no. You like highkey and high fantasy. You saw the kind of romantic devotion in The Princess Bride and knew what you were about. This gnc mage could blast Wizard Howl out of the water and still have time to conjure a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Well-versed and well-mannered, you wonder if the mesmer is all talk and tricks, but it's all genuine. If chivalry, devotion, and fun chemistry is your idea of a good time, they've found you.

5'10 (178 cm) ✦ Mesmer ✦ Any Pronouns

Rosyth: You've caught yourself looking lovingly at one or two or more of the warden npcs in game. It's okay, we've all done it. This ex-warden now pact lieutenant notices you and smiles back. Brave enough to come to you first. Courteous, charismatic, and cordial come to mind. If you have a soft spot for the chivalrous knight-type, you can rest assure your heart is in safe hands.

5'5 (166 cm) ✦ Guardian ✦ They/Them

Kienán: Tall and stoic, they probably come off as a little intimidating at first. Once you spend some time with them though, you see they're just polite and quiet. They enjoy sharing space together, and notice actions over words. Maybe it's their calming demeanor, or low soft-spoken voice, but you find yourself dozing off working with them; only to wake up later having been carried to somewhere better suited to sleep on than a chair, and covered with what looks like a hand knitted blanket.

6'1 (186 cm) ✦ Revenant ✦ They/Them

Rónah: You're a sucker for golden retriever energy! Actual sunshine. Always happy to see you and makes even a bad day turn around into something nice. Lives up to the stereotype of wlw who moves in together after a week of dating. Hope you like pets!

5'11 (181 cm) ✦ Ranger ✦ She/Her

#no commanders in this poll because of option limits but if people have fun with this one i'll do one for the triplets too!

[hibernica]

When Harrow is having her confessional with Jod she tells him that she's a war crime. But that's weird, right? Harrow isn't the type to play fast and loose with words most of the time, so why describe herself that way? I am a genocide, sure. I am a tragedy. But a war crime needs a war. So here's my question, what war does she think she's a crime in and why? Most likely, there is only one war in The Locked Tomb. The Nine Houses versus everyone else. Certainly there's no civil wars in The Houses, regardless of what the eighth would like to do to the Ninth. But what makes The Reverend Father and Mother genociding their own house to create a necromancer be a war crime against The Houses? My thinking is this: Every child of every house is a potential recruit for the cohort. The Lyctors are the hands and gestures of Jod, but the Cohort is his weapon. I think that in Jod's evangelical crusade to dominate the survivors of the resurrection he's turned the Nine Houses into a Quiverfull Death Cult. Psalm 127:1-5 has been cited by the Quiverfull sects of Christianity, of which Catholicism is one, as the reason families should have as many kids as possible. Some of them take it a step further and frame as building God's army on Earth. I think that Jod's obsession has not merely recreated the crimes of pre-resurrection colonialism and militarism. It's made clear multiple times throughout the text that Jod may care for the Houses, but doesn't have particularly strong feelings on any individual. I think the Nine Houses have taken that to heart and every life born into it is merely a weapon to be brandished by Jod against his enemies. This is reinforced by The Fourth's rather horrifying tendency to send literal child soldiers to the front lines and everyone kind of being okay with it. Harrowhark believes herself to be a crime against Jod and therefore a crime against Jod's war of evangelization. She is casting her parents as fundamentally doing Blood of Eden's work for them and as traitors to The Nine Houses even as she herself becomes a Lyctor. Psalm 127:1-5 1 Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.

2 It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

3 Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.

4 As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.

5 Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.

#harrow the ninth #tlt analysis #tlt spoilers #harrowhark nonagesimus #john gaius #john gaius you stupid motherfucker #the locked tomb spoilers #the locked tomb

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC in 15 or less Tag

Thank you for the Tag, @cowboybrunch (here)! <3

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I'm doing half of this for my OC Cory Blythe, from Mutant Inquiries, and the other half for Augustus Grimmure, from Enchanted Illusions for this tag!

Cory Blythe

"Listen, douchebag, I'm far too sober to deal with whatever this bullshit is right now and I'm already running late for my fucking job - by the way, I'm far more scared of my boss than I am of you. So how about you go mug someone else and I don't stab you with these heels?"

"And you seriously thought involving 'Miss Trust Fund' over here in our mess was a good idea? No! You just signed our early death certificate." [...] "Why? Oh my god, I don't know, Becky... maybe because her infamously overprotective dad is the CEO of a fucking multimillionaire enterprise and you just dragged his only daughter to the middle of a conspiracy?! I don't care if she wants to help! That's Violet Villarosa, for fuck's sake. We're dead now, we're so dead - I'll have a closed casket for sure."

"The more I live, the more I realize I might be the sanest person in this group of idiots. And that scares me."

"Are any of you going to explain why there's a random dude bleeding out in my brand-new car? No? Okay then."

"Becky," [they take a deep breath] "My best friend, my surrogate sister, the caffeinated cutie-pie of my life, I say this in the most polite way possible - I'd rather be waterboarded with lava than hear that plan ever again."

"Teague, let's make one thing very fucking clear - I'm following my side of the contract, so you can do whatever you want to me in the meantime. But my friends - my family - they're off limits, and if I ever find out you sent any one of your thugs after Rebecca or any of them again, it'll be the last goddamn thing you do. I don't care if you're the head of the mob, or if I'll be food for the fishes afterward - you're not the only one here with a pocketknife, fucker."

"I call dibs on the fluffy socks and the cereal!"

"Look, just because I'm not a mutant like you guys doesn't mean I can't seriously fuck somebody up with a shotgun. Now, one of you might want to take the wheel of this car 'cause I'm about to do just that."

Augustus Grimmure

Augustus felt rejuvenated - like he’d just woken up from a nice nap, adjusting his bloodstained dapper suit and glaring at the now soulless corpse. “Oh -" He looked down, noticing the crimson splatters on his coat "That’s just nonsense! Look at this, it's all ruined and covered in blood! It was my new suit! How dare he stab me.”

"My, my, it's a great deal of a fall from up here. I'm not so sure about this anymore, Hattie-" He looked over the speeding train's railing, turning to Harriet with a shaky, nervous chuckle. As he did, he noticed the outline of the two goons clambering into the wagon behind them, guns ready. "Oh, well, as some say - ladies first!" Before she could say anything, Augustus pushed her over the railing - summoning a portal beneath her. Two bullets flew past the spot where she'd just been standing, instead lodging themselves in the young necromancer, who jumped into the portal just before it closed.

"Well, you could attack us, boys, and I'll merely consume all your souls - string by string, painstakingly severing the cord between your life and afterlife until you're all empty husks. You know who I am, and what I can do to mercenaries who threaten people I hold dear." His eyes glowed in the dark, the mark on his wrist causing the mercenaries to stumble back in shock, as shadows swirled around him. "Now, are you sure this is a wise decision to make in the name of your boss, a man who was too lazy to even come get his own hands dirty?"

"I can't tell you more about it, love." He shook his head with a dejected smile, clutching his own arms in a vice grip. "About my deal, about the Deathbringer and what I did. I can't. It's, no - they're just too dangerous, and I made a mistake. I fear it... it won't end well."

"For some reason, I don't think your cousin likes me very much, Harriet." Augustus spoke under his breath after Vincent stormed out, a playful but somewhat serious lilt to his words, concerned. [She replies "It's not about you, per se. Vincent doesn't really like anyone"] The necromancer chuckled. "No, this seems so very personal."

"My grandma used to bring me to this place, when I was a kid." He mused, fiddling with the blue flower between his fingers, before placing it inside the book. "For a lonely commoner kid with a strange magic that everyone was afraid of, these dusty books were paradise. A world where maybe I really could be anyone."

"May I have this dance, darling? We may as well enjoy this uppity evening on our own terms, before anyone makes it otherwise."

Tagging - @oh-no-another-idea, @dreaminggoblin, @mitchell-nihil, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams,@yet-another-heathen @talesofsorrowandofruin, @thetruearchmagos, @writernopal, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @clairelsonao3, @little-peril-stories, @memento-morri-writes and @saltysupercomputer

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[hajihiko]

… may we hear about your dnd characters? 😳👉👈

*slams folder on table* I have my tablet again so HELL YEA

^Vrey (tiefling warlock) angry angry woman who has never chilled a day in her life, she's a cult baby but she's getting over it. Her dad is literally Satan (I actually did not decide this) and her patron is her eldritch god uncle who hates her. But she found a family in a group of dead people so its okay! She also helped a war criminal (pictured) escape heaven and they're in looooooove. Her campaign was cancelled unfortunately so I dont know how her story ends...

^Cairn (Necromancer Half-Giant) so much anxiety in that large body. He was buried alive for 10 years unfortunately and it turns out his mentor-uncle is actually his dad and lied about it and now he's a part of the most incompetent accidentally-competent team of heroes who all suck so you can imagine he has a lot going on. He's 7"7 or 235 cm tall!

Ca (aaraocra ranger) is just a simple bird. Not much to say about them. They just like to hang out and they love their family a whole lot. Campaign cancelled but I'm sure they're a happy bird wherever they are.

Dana (barbarian shifter) is my new baby! Can you tell where I sought design inspiration from? I haven't played them yet but I'm very excited for it. I'm gonna make them so stupid.

I also ran a 1shot in a shitty homebrewed system, it was ton of fun, here's those kids (it was a battle royale Only-One-Can-Live game and my players were perfect in it <3)

I've made a bunch more but this is long enough I guess lol.

#An art #Not DR #Me vibrating like a little chihuahua getting to talk about my brain babies: 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️

[ofstardustanddreaming]

to bring to life

preference summary: the companions reactions to dating a durge!tav who's a druid necromancer

content warnings: none

fandom: baldur's gate 3

characters: astarion, gale, wyll, halsin, lae'zel, karlach, shadowheart

gender neutral reader

requested by: @that-onetvhead

a.n. - sorry for the very late writing! i finally was able to sit down for a moment to myself to work on writings, but i hope the final product was worth the wait! i also haven't played a durge run personally, but i hope it's still written well in terms of reactions of the characters based on the research i've done, and if it isn't up to expectations, you're more than welcome to let me know! i'm really sorry if it seems i've misunderstood the durge at all.

Astarion: He finds it interesting, wanting to know more about what is you can do. He would be someone who watches you from a distance at first, watching as you weave your magic into bringing those from the dead back to life. He notes your glint for more mischievous or evil ways, wondering how you could co-pair that with your necromancer ways. He's very interested when you mention how you consider murder, only to want to bring that person back from the dead for a nonchalant way. He's one who doesn't really give a damn about your urges, considering his vampiric ways.

Gale: He's a curious learner, I feel like he would come about with a reaction of curiosity. He wants to learn more about your magic, especially wanting to know more about how your nature magic might influence your necromancer magic. And out of all the companions, besides maybe Astarion and Lae'zel, I feel like he'd be the one who might be willing to overlook your durge urges. He'd be excited to talk about magic with you, wanting to know more about how your system works.

Wyll: Wyll approaches your dark urges with an understanding. He may not be 100% supportive initially, rather wishing you didn't act on them, but he's also willing to overlook it. He's the kind of person to help you steer away from those urges, but overall also understands it's part of you overall, and he much rather focuses on your love life. He also thinks your powers are interesting, wanting to see it more. He thinks that they're very cool to witness in a battle scene, always wanting to pair up with you when you can use all of the dead bodies to your advantage.

Halsin: Halsin connects really well with you in the beginning, more so than the others, because of your druid powers. You were just like him, and he had wanted to see how well that connects with your other powers. He would be much like Wyll, not really liking the choices you might make because of your urges, but is also understanding that you would not be able to control over that. He would stick up for you the most if others had something to say about you, always making sure you were okay.

Lae'zel: Lae'zel might help you to really lean into your dark urges, or at least be supportive if you choose to lean into them yourself. She's excited to see your powers in a battle scene, wielding your powers to bring back enemies from the dead to use them for your advantage in the battle. She was blunt initially, asking you a lot of questions about your powers. Initially, she was curious about how to implement your powers into a battle strategy, but overtime she was genuinely curious about how your powers worked. She is always having your back though.

Karlach: Karlach sees herself as a rock in your urges, thinking she could help you with not acting on taking off someone's arm. But, she does think it's pretty badass that you're able to bring the dead back to life. She always asks, before you bring someone back to life, if you're able to do some sort of nature power along with it. She thinks there's an interesting philosophy behind the life of nature in your magic along with the magic you have with the dead, and likes to draw that to your internal conflict in your dark urges. Always toeing the line between life and death.

Shadowheart: Shadowheart understands having an internal conflict, not having a really strong feeling about your urges. She steps in to wanting to help if you ask to talk about it, gladly being a shoulder of support. She's curious as well about your powers, though she may not act much on her questions initially. She would curiously watch any chance she could when you performed your magic. She would always want to partner up in battle with you, wanting to combine the magic you both had into something powerful.

#bg3 #bg3 imagine #bg3 preference #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 imagine #baldur's gate preference #astarion imagine #astarion preference #astarion #gale imagine #gale preference #gale #wyll imagine #wyll preference #wyll #halsin imagine #halsin #halsin preference #lae'zel #lae'zel imagine #lae'zel preference #karlach imagine #karlach preference #karlach #shadowheart preference #shadowheart imagine #shadowheart

[hbyrde36]

Chapter 15!

Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

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Whoever was at Steve’s front door was persistent. They rang the bell over and over again as he rushed around, shoving his legs into a pair of sweatpants so he wouldn’t have to greet whoever it was in his underwear. He wasn’t expecting anyone this morning. Robin hadn’t texted and Wayne wasn’t due to pick him up for hours.

He padded barefoot to the door and was so annoyed by the constant buzzing that the second he reached it he threw it open wide. He couldn’t have been more surprised to find Jane, the scary young girl from Henry Creel's house standing on his doorstep.

“What, uh, can I, um, do for you, Jane?” Steve stuttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

She didn’t say a word in reply, just smiled and raised her hand palm-up in front of her face and made a little oh with her lips. Steve had a fraction of a second to notice the black powdery substance she was holding before she was suddenly blowing it right in his face. 

Whatever that stuff was, whatever she had done to him, the effect was immediate. The world around Steve swam and he felt himself begin to fall. He waited for the pain to hit him but it never came, blackness overtook him before he ever hit the floor. 

Steve came-to in a dark room with a dirt floor. It was cold enough to make him shiver and wish he had thought to throw on a t-shirt before answering his front door. In his defense he hadn’t expected to be abducted today. It smelled damp and musty and the word cellar came quickly to mind. He could feel that he wasn’t alone, that he was being watched, but he hadn’t turned his head yet to confirm who it was and so far had been careful to only open his eyes a crack.  He kept his breath even as he took stock of himself. 

He’d been knocked out plenty of times before, and in a few different ways, but the weird thing about this time was, he remembered everything and he felt…fine. 

It was no different than waking up from a nap. Nothing hurt, and he wondered if he had ever even hit the ground or if Jane had floated him away once he passed out like she had done with the objects in Creel’s house. There was also no fuzziness to his thoughts like there usually was when he got hit too hard in the head. He had the hysterical thought that he wished more bad guys would use the stuff she had.  

He finally opened his eyes and turned over. In the low light of a few candles he could see Jane sitting on top of a box no more than a few feet away. 

No, not a box. A coffin. 

Right, so it was still daylight outside. The question was, who was in the coffin? Henry didn’t seem to need to hide from the sun nor did Steve think a man like that would lower himself to rest in a place like this. 

Only one way to find out.

Steve cleared his throat. “Who’s in the box?”

“Oh, so I see you’re done pretending to be asleep now.” Jane said.

Steve sat up, still a little amazed at how good he felt. 

He decided to act dumb, though it was only partly an act because he really didn’t know what the hell was going on. “All this wasn’t necessary, I told Henry I would think about his offer and I meant it, but I haven’t decided yet. He promised me time, so what’s with the kidnapping routine?”

Jane grimaced at the mention of the ancient vampire’s name. “I am no longer on Henry’s side, although he does not know that yet. I don’t know if you’ve met my friend Angela.” She said, patting the box beneath her. “She’s promised to free me and my sister from him. We had a plan, but neither of us expected him to get his hands on a real live necromancer, so we had to improvise. When I met you yesterday at the house I knew I had to stop you from joining him.”

Okay. He didn’t really understand what she meant, or what made him so special, but he couldn't worry about that now. His top priority was to get the hell out of there before Angela woke. She was old and powerful and would likely rise before sunset. He didn’t know what time it was now, he didn’t know how long he’d been out of it, he just knew he needed to hurry. 

He didn’t want to hurt Jane if he could avoid it. Maybe she could be reasoned with.

“I haven’t agreed to help him yet.” Steve repeated, glad that he was telling the truth and hoping the sincerity carried through in his voice. “What if I promise not to help him, will you let me go then?”

Jane sighed as if she suspected this conversation was coming, but wasn’t looking forward to it. “I’m sorry, but It’s more complicated than that now I'm afraid. We can’t have you helping your Master of the City either. Angela must kill him and rise to the position herself to have any hope of defeating Henry.”

Steve knew what was coming next. Jane would ask for his cooperation to put Angela in charge, which he was never going to do. He felt for Jane, in a way. If she really was doing all this to gain her and her sisters freedom, he could almost understand. Though, even the bad guys had families sometimes and he couldn’t afford to assume anything about this girl just because she loved her sister. 

But, maybe he could try to convince her that Angela couldn’t be trusted. 

“Jane, I know you don’t know me, and I don’t know much about your situation, but I have met Angela and I can assure she is not your friend. If Henry is bad, then she is worse. She…”

Jane cut him off. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. She is my friend! She promised!”

“Angela and her people have murdered innocents, Jane. Did you know that? Did she tell you what she did to them? Her and her friends attacked me and an older man, unprovoked. She almost killed us. And when we did manage to get the upper hand she was going to let us kill one of her friends. She didn’t care what happened to him.” 

“You’re making that up. You're trying to trick me!” She shouted

"No honey, I swear I’m not. I also swear that if you let me go I will do everything in my power to help you and your sister. It’s part of my job, to help people who are in trouble with vampires. Please, just let me go before she wakes, we can both go. I’ll keep you safe.”

Jane threw her hands over her ears and screamed wordlessly, trying to drown out what he was saying. As she did, things began to explode all around them. Glass mason jars, tins of screws, and barrels full of liquid. 

She hopped down off the coffin and stood glaring down at him with eyes simmering with fear and anger. “She warned me you would do this! She told me not to talk to you alone but you woke too early! She will be up soon and you will see. You will have to join us or die. There is no other choice. Anything else puts Kali at risk, so you better start preparing yourself for whatever fate you choose.”

Jane walked off to the other end of the space and sat down…on the bottom step. He hadn’t noticed it before but there were three short steps that led to a set of metal doors, only the barest hint of outdoor light visible around the edges. She had closed her eyes and seemed to be meditating.  

Steve wracked his brain for what to do. He was pretty sure he could overpower the girl physically, but Jane was a witch and he didn’t know the limits of what she could do. He had his own power he could try to tap into, but if he did that she would probably sense it and he would lose any element of surprise. 

There was one thing he could do. The one bit of magic he could do better than anyone else, it was as easy as breathing and required only the smallest amount of his power. He dug his fingers into the dirt floor and could sense the bodies that lay beneath it. He didn’t know if they were more of Angela's victims or if the house that stood above them had once belonged to a serial killer, but there were several sets of bones under this ground and one of them lay right under Jane’s feet.

He pushed his fingers further into the earth and called to the bones, releasing only the barest hint of his power. The zombie didn’t need to look good, it just needed to rise and do his bidding. In his mind he whispered to the dead man what he wanted him to do, along with an apology for using his earthly body this way. 

The zombie was ready, itching to burst towards the surface but Steve held him fast, told him to wait, wait for just one more minute.

Steve got to his feet and slowly approached the girl, better to be as close to the doors as possible before he gave away his advantage. 

Her eyes shot open at his movement. “What are you doing?” She asked, and she sounded appalled as if stunned he would move from his spot without permission. If she had really expected him to stay put maybe she should have tied him down. She wasn't very good at this. Maybe it was her first kidnapping. 

“You looked upset, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He lied. 

She tilted her head staring at him with furrowed brows. 

A few more steps and he’d be right in front of her, it was time. He let go of the metaphorical leash he was holding and instantly a bony hand broke through the packed dirt and grabbed on hard and fast to her ankle. 

Jane cried out and tried to wrench her leg from its grip. Steve dodged around her, praying that the door wasn’t somehow locked from the outside. It wasn’t, but there was a chain wrapped around the pull handles secured with a padlock. It was old and rusted, Steve yanked on it but the links didn’t break. He scanned the room sure there would be something around to help him break through, and he was right. There was a shovel with a metal head leaning against the wall only a few feet away. 

He lunged for it as he listened to Jane continue to struggle with his zombie. It had now completely escaped its shallow grave and had its arms locked around her waist. She was screaming in terror. He wondered why she wasn’t using her powers. Maybe all she had was telekinesis or maybe wrestling with an animated dead body that was nothing more than bones and bits of flesh was just frightening enough to make her forget about everything else.

He hit the chain with the head of the shovel as hard as he could. Three or four good whacks and the links snapped. He started to unwind the remaining length of chain from the door when the lid to Angelas coffin popped open with a crash. He’d hoped she would go for Jane first, to help free her from the zombie but of course she didn’t. She went right for Steve. He tossed the chain aside and quickly snapped the shovel handle in half over his leg. He may not have shoes or a shirt, but now he had two wooden stakes. It was better than nothing.

Angela grabbed Steve by the throat and slammed him into the steps, hissing in his face. His back hit the edge of one of the wooden planks and it hurt like a motherfucker but he managed to hold on to his only weapons. He jammed one of the bits of wood into her side, digging it in as deep as he could. It wasn’t a killing blow, but that wasn’t the goal here. He just needed to distract her long enough to get the doors open. The daylight would do the rest. 

She reared back, shrieking in pain and yelling at Jane to help her. Steve scrambled backwards up the final step and rammed his shoulder into the center of the double doors pushing them open and sending sunlight cascading into his end of the cellar. 

Angela shrieked again and threw herself further back into the shadows of the opposite end of the cellar.

Steve struggled to his feet, back aching and more than one splinter in the bottom of his foot, but he did it and ran out into the backyard of a small house. Autumn leaves crunched under his feet and the sound echoed behind him. He looked back over his shoulder to find Jane standing a few feet outside of the cellar watching his escape. He expected her to at least run after him, or worse, but she just stood there and shouted to him. 

“The black powder is deadly.” It was enough to slow him down, to give him pause. He turned to face her from twenty feet away. “There is no antidote, but I know a spell that will heal you. Otherwise, you’ll die within hours. Stay, agree to bond with Angela and I’ll save your life.”  

Steve wasn’t buying it, he felt fine. She was just trying to scare him into turning back. He was bathed in sunlight, Angela couldn’t get to him, and Jane seemed reluctant to leave her. 

He wouldn’t fall for it. He turned his back on her and ran.

Steve had been walking on the side of the road for only about ten minutes when a car pulled up beside him. He’d started out running, and kept it up until he could no longer see the abandoned house and he was sure that Jane wasn’t going to give chase, but his feet were getting torn up in the process and eventually he’d been forced to slow down.

“You look like you could use a ride.” A familiar female voice called out to him through the open car window.  

He stooped down to peer at the driver and sure enough, it was Nancy. He wasn’t in any position to refuse the help so he got in the car, albeit a little reluctantly. 

What was she doing out here? 

Wherever here was.

She looked him up and down before pulling the car back onto the road. “Are you okay? Do you need a doctor?” She asked. 

Apart from the pain in his back and his scratched up feet he was fine. Well that, and there was a tightness to his chest that was new, but that was probably from the running. “How did you know I was out here, Nance?”

“How do you know I wasn't just out for a drive and got lucky?”

He stared at her in silence, unblinking. 

She glanced between him and the road a few times and let out a long breath. 

“Fine. I saw the girl take you from your house. I followed you here. I swear I was going to come to the rescue, I just wanted to see what…”

“What the fuck Nance you followed me here? How did you see her take me, were you staking out my fucking house?”

“Yes! Alright? Yes, I've been watching you. I’m sorry. Look, I took the contract and I know you were hesitant to help me outright so I thought…”

“Stop!” Steve shouted. The whole thing was giving him a throbbing headache. “Just…stop talking and take me home.”

 “Are you sure it’s safe for you to go home right now?”

She had a point. 

He wasn’t sure why that hadn’t occurred to him yet. He felt tired and a little foggy. It was probably the fading adrenaline. Oh well, whatever he decided to do would be none of her business after the stunt she’d just pulled. 

“Just drive.” He said, turning to look out the window. They made the rest of the long drive in complete silence.

He slammed the passenger door of Nancy’s rent-a-car and stood in his front yard watching until she had driven out of sight. He knew he should get inside and pack and bag. Call Robin or Wayne to pick him up. He could easily stay with one of them for a few days until he figured out what to do. He was so tired though. He stumbled his way over to his front porch steps and sat down. He’d just rest for a minute, catch his breath, then he’d go inside and take care of things. 

Distantly he heard the door to the house open behind him, and felt footsteps as someone walked across the porch. He tensed, not sure he was up to fighting anyone else off right now 

“Steve?” 

It was Robin. Relief flooded through him and he wanted so badly to turn and look at her, but his body wouldn’t cooperate and his head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. He tried to say her name but something caught in his throat and he began to cough uncontrollably. Something hot and sticky dribbled down his chin. 

Robin came bounding around the side of him so she could see his face. She gasped and fell to her knees next to him. His vision blurred and he saw only red as she took his head in her hands. She was screaming his name and he wanted to respond to her, he really did but he was so tired. He couldn’t even sit up anymore. He slid sideways and landed in her lap. He closed his eyes and realized how quiet it had gotten. He couldn’t hear Robin anymore, just the rush of blood in his ears until he drifted away, and then that was gone too.

Steve woke up and had no idea where he was. It was becoming the theme of his life at this point and one he was desperate to stop. He was lying on his back in an unfamiliar king sized bed made up with black silk sheets and far too many pillows. 

He stared at the ceiling and tried to think. What was the last thing he remembered? He wasn’t sure, but something about the ceiling and what he could see of the walls was familiar. He shook the feeling off and tried to concentrate. He remembered the doorbell ringing, and Jane standing on his doorstep. It all came rushing back, the cellar, Angela, Nancy, her dropping him off at home. Robin. 

“Robin.” He tried to sit up, gasping her name. 

Suddenly someone was at his side, supporting his back and stroking his hair. 

“Hey, hey, hush. Take it easy, sweetheart. Robin’s just fine, she’s in the other room resting, it’s been a long night.”

Steve looked up and met Eddie’s deep brown eyes with his own. He looked nervous, scared even. He ran the vampire's words over again in his head. A long night? The last Steve knew was the middle of the day. What the hell happened?

He pushed away from the other man and tried to sit up on his own, happy to find that he could. In fact, the longer he was awake the better he felt, which he had a feeling should not have been the case.

Eddie scooted away from him too, widening the distance between them. Steve was pretty sure that was a first. 

He cleared his throat and wrapped his arms around himself to keep them from shaking. 

“Why am I here, Eddie?”

“Robin brought you to me.”

Steve didn’t like the way he said her name like it was common to his tongue, like he knew her. He’d managed to shield Robin from this part of his life for so long, and now here she was in the thick of it. She knew of Eddie of course but Steve had never intended for them to meet. It was enough that he let her around Dustin. He was safe, but Eddie…

“Don’t look at me like that, Steve.”

“Like what?”

“As if I'd hurt her.”

Steve ignored the pain in the vampire’s voice and asked the next logical question.

“Why would she bring me…” He trailed off looking again at the familiar fixtures on the walls. He had been here before, but the room had looked a lot different then. Billy’s coffin room. Now it looked more like a very large master bedroom. There was even a bathroom built into one corner of the room now. ”Here?”

Eddie hesitated, eyes guarded. “You were dying, Steve. Do you not remember?”

He did then, it was all coming back to him in snippets. Sitting down on the front step because he’d gotten tired, coughing and watching blood droplets splatter the white concrete, Robin looking horrified as he collapsed into her, red seeping into his eyes as he passed out. 

“I remember.” He muttered. He'd been so sure he was a goner but it had all happened so fast he hadn’t even had time to be afraid. Fear gripped him now though as he realized what may have been done to save his life. 

“Eddie. How is it that I'm sitting here, now, alive?”

The vampire heaved a great sigh. Steve felt a prickling of pain in his wrist. He looked down and found it wrapped in gauze. He already knew the answer but he needed Eddie to say it. 

To admit to what he’d done. 

Again.

“I think you already know.” Eddie admitted, weakly.

“Say it.”

“The third mark.”

Steve shook his head, he almost couldn’t believe it though the evidence was right in front of him. “You bit me. You fucking fed from me.”

“I had to.” 

“You son of a bitch.”

“I saved your life.”

“You drank my blood while I was unconscious.”

“Yes. I did. And I'd do it again.”

Steve sucked in a breath ready to tear into Eddie for what he'd done, but then the door sprang open and Robin came tumbling into the room. She jumped right up onto the bed and threw her arms around him.  

“Oh my god, Steve! You’re alright! I really thought this was it, that I'd never see you again!” He hugged her back and settled for glaring at Eddie over her shoulder for now. 

Robin sobbed into his chest as she began to ramble. “I’m sorry Steve, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what had happened to you, and I was going to take you to the hospital but I thought, what if they got it wrong, what if it wasn’t a medical thing at all. I didn’t know what to do but I knew Eddie had saved you before so I thought… I'm sorry, Steve, I was just so scared and I didn't want to lose you.” She sniffled and her body shook as she ran out of words. Steve rocked them back and forth as he rubbed her back. 

He wasn’t happy that she’d brought him here but he couldn't be mad at her when he was the one who almost died in her lap.

“It’s okay, Rob, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” He pulled back, smiling at her as he wiped the tears from her face. “Can you wait for me outside? I need to talk to Eddie alone. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

Robin glanced nervously from him, to the vampire, and back again, looking like she wanted to say something but ultimately held her tongue. She nodded and left in a hurry, though he was sure she wouldn’t go too far. 

Steve rounded on Eddie the second the door closed. “I can’t blame her for bringing me here, I know she couldn't stand to see me like that and would do anything to save me, but you KNEW how I felt about this! You knew I would have refused if I could have and still, you did it anyway!” He was shouting at the top of his lungs by the end of his speech, chest heaving. 

Eddie remained calm in the face of his anger. It was infuriating.

“Is it not possible, Steve, for you to believe that maybe I also couldn’t stand to see you like that? That I couldn't stand the thought of losing you either?” The vampire said softly.

“Fuck you.” Steve spat. “Don't try to turn this into something it’s not. You want me because of what I can do for you, the power I can give you. You never gave a shit about me, if you did you would have respected my wishes.” 

“Let you die, you mean? Steve, please listen to me, I..”

“No! Shut up, I don't want to hear any more. Just tell me what this means, what new fun surprises I have to look forward to and then I'm leaving.”

Eddie laid back against the sheets staring up at the ceiling as he answered. “More of the same. We’ll be able to speak to each other seamlessly mind-to-mind now when we’re close if we choose, and we’ll be able to share minds and bodies as we did with the snake with a greater ease as well. You are very hard to kill now. No poison, venom, or illness can touch you. You’ll still age, but much slower. You’ll be able to keep me out much more easily too, if you wish.” 

“Well thank god for small blessings.” Steve hopped off the bed and walked straight for the door without looking back. He felt great, better than he had in days, physically at least. 

“Wait,” Eddie said as he zipped to his side and tried to grab his arm.

Steve side-stepped him easily, moving quicker than he ever had in his life as he felt Eddie's presence move towards him as if in slow motion.

He opened the door and only then turned around to face the vampire one last time.

“Stay the fuck away from me, Eddie. I mean it.”

The ride home in Robin’s car was tense. He wasn’t mad at her, exactly, but he was mad, and she knew it. He was stoic as he told her about Jane and Angela. He then also had to tell her about his meeting with Henry Creel because her first question had been, who the fuck is Jane? 

She didn’t say anything throughout, just listened, and when she did finally speak it wan’t about anything he had just told her. 

“Steve, I know you're mad at Eddie, and that you hate him for what he did, what he’s done, but I think you should give him a break.”

“Rob, don’t.” He said, a note of warning in his voice. 

“I think he’s in love with you.”

“Bullshit!” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She was his friend! She was supposed to be on his side!

"Steve, you didn’t see what I saw. The way he looked at you, how scared he was.”

“He drank my blood, Robin. That’s not my idea of love.”

“No, but maybe it is his.”

“I’m done talking about this. I hate him, I’ll never forgive him for this. I told him no, in no uncertain terms. He betrayed the small amount of trust that lived between us. I’m done.”

They pulled up to his house and Steve got out of the car quickly. Robin made like she would follow but he put his hand out to stop her, speaking through the open door.

“Listen, I said I wasn’t mad at you, and I meant that. I love you, but I need a little time to wallow, okay? I promise I won’t stay here. I'll call Wayne to come pick me up. I can stay with him for a few days at least. We have work later tonight anyway, and…”

“Work?! Steve, you can’t be serious! I’m sure your Dad is pissed you missed last night but-”

“This isn’t about him, Robin, not this time. I need something that’s mine, just mine. Something that is the same now as it was before Eddie.”

“Okay, I guess I can understand that. Be careful, and at least text me every few days so I know you're still alive.” She said. 

He shook his head at her and smiled despite himself. He leaned back into the car and smacked a kiss on her forehead. “I will text you every day, every hour if it makes you feel better.”

She snorted. “You know, it actually would, but I won't hold you to that. I love you, Dingus”

“I love you too, Robs.”

Steve’s stomach was in knots.

He’d been so sure he was doing the right thing when he made the call, but now, sitting in the truck next to Wayne on their way to the office he was filled with dread. A sinking feeling deep in his gut.

He felt sick.

He felt guilty, and he was pissed off because it was bullshit. Eddie had betrayed him first, and the more he’d thought about it the angrier he’d become until finally, he’d decided. 

He’d decided this was his best chance at getting his life back. At getting back to normal. 

Henry could do it. He was more than strong enough to get rid of Eddie, and Angela, and then Steve could put this whole thing behind him. He worried for Dustin, but Owens and Henry both assured him that they would keep an eye on the kid and that none of the other vampires would be hurt, even those who might stand against them in Eddie’s defense. 

Not that it would come to that, anyway. Steve had truly given Eddie up. He’d told them his daytime resting place and described the underground of the theater in stark detail,  even going so far as to tell them about the route through the sewer though it was likely closed off now.

He’d told them about the new vampires, and how Eddie could now call werewolves to his aid. He told them anything and everything he could think of to make it as easy as possible, including the fact that he now bore Eddie’s third mark, unsure of how much new power that had granted the vampire.

Henry had expressed concern at the news. “Mr. Harrington, I would be remiss if I didn't tell you. With the third mark…you do realize you may die with him, don’t you? Are you sure you wish to go through with this?”

“I’m sure.” He’d said quickly. He was just grateful that this was all they wanted from him, for now. He'd given Eddie up, but that didn’t mean he wanted to watch. 

Reluctantly, he’d also told them about Jane and her alliance with Angela, and hoped Henry would be merciful.

Wayne seemed to know he was struggling with something, and remained quiet as Steve’s thoughts continued to swirl. 

Doubts were suddenly creeping in, and he wondered why something as powerful as the oldest living vampire had needed his help for this. Surely he could have taken Eddie from one of his businesses, they were public enough. Though, Henry had seemed to have a great respect for human life, so perhaps he was waiting until dawn to limit the number of innocent bystanders. 

In addition to all the information Steve had shared, Henry also asked Steve to support him and his platform once he rose to power. He figured he was in it now, for better or for worse, and there was nothing he could do but agree. 

Steve’s phone began to ring loudly, pulling him from his thoughts. It was a blocked number and he almost didn’t answer it but in the end his curiosity, and Wayne’s glare at the noisy piece of technology, won out.

“Hello?”

“Necromancer?”

“Jane? What…”

“I’m sorry to call you like this.” She interrupted, speaking quickly before he could ask what she wanted. “I’m sorry about everything, Steve. You have no reason to trust me but I need you to listen to me now. It seems we have both made terrible mistakes and put out faith in the wrong people. I’m calling to see if you would be willing to help me fix the mess we’ve made?”

Steve sucked in a harsh breath as his heart sank. “What do you mean?”

“I overheard Henry and Owens talking. I know you gave your master up to them, and that you told them what I did.”

“Jane, I…”

“It’s okay, Steve. It’s not the first time I've been caught...misbehaving. I’ve been punished and managed to convince Henry that I'm remorseful. There’s more.” She paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “Henry and Angela are working together. They always have been. I didn’t know. I swear I didn't know. I thought Angela was my friend. I don’t know what has happened between you and your Eddie to make you hate him so, but you have to warn him. We have to find a way to stop this or a lot of innocent people are going to die.”

“What do you mean, what’s going to happen?

“He’s going to sneak in tomorrow morning to kill Eddie and take control of the city, which you already know. What he didn’t tell you is that when the sun sets he’s going to force every vampire in the city to attack humans, with orders for maximum bloodshed.”

Oh God.

How could he have gotten it so wrong?

“Tomorrow?” Steve gulped. “But that’s Halloween. The streets will be full of families, kids.”

“I think that’s the point.” She said softly.

Fuck.

“What do we do? What can we do?”

“Warn Eddie, move him, try and come up with a plan. Do whatever you can and I will do the same from this end of things.  Henry thinks I'm on his side again for now which may give us the upper hand.” 

“What about your sister?” Steve asked.

“I can’t condemn so many others to death to save the life of one.” 

“My offer still stands Jane, if we survive this, I will help you get your sister back if I can.”

“I’m sorry I didn't trust you before, Necromancer.”

Steve’s breath caught in his throat. He knew exactly how she felt. “It’s okay, it can be hard to know who to trust sometimes. If anyone can understand that, I do. How do I reach you once I'm with Eddie?”

“I’ll find you when I can. Good luck.” She hung up before he could say the same.

Steve threw the phone to the floor and slammed his fist into the dashboard with a curse, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. 

“What is it, son?” Wayne asked, his own face pinched with worry. 

Steve dropped his head into his hands. “I fucked up, Wayne. I fucked up so bad and now people are going to die and it’s all my fault.”

Chapter 16

Thank you @penny00dreadful 😘

#Steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #vampire eddie munson #vampire hunter steve harrington #ao3 #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steddie fic #fanfic #steve harrington: vampire hunter

[lilyliveredlittlerichboy]

6

A different skull: The 8th. Doesn't have to do with the Eighth house necessarily. Ianthe is the "Eigth" to be taken into the Emperor's service as Lyctor, right?

Could mean more Ianthe. Or could mean some actual people from the 8th house. I forgot what the 8th in GtN were called - the nephew and uncle pair. They both died, though.

This is a second person chapter, so post-them dying, presumably.

you were seated in some kind of chair being wheeled down an Erebos corridor, and that someone had pinched a high cervical nerve right into your spinal cord—not deforming the bone at all, but manipulating the flesh only—in such a way that you were locked out of your body from the neck down.

you fucking WHAT??????

They can do that??????

Hey, Tamsyn Muir, that's terrifying.

(Anatomy brain in me is going: Oh she can breathe, so C5 at the earliest, MAYBE C4. She should still have SOME movement in the neck, as Trapezius and Sternocleidomastoid are innervated by a cranial nerve- I'll suspend my disbelief for a second and believe that it would not be enough to fully raise her head.)

(Direct anatomy questions to me, please. I love anatomy. I have a full degree in it. I don't get to nerd out about anatomy nearly as often as I would like to. It's a special interest <3)

a thick, fatty webbing joined the hilt to your forearm, a webbing that you had no memory of creating but was nonetheless your lacework. Perhaps you had woken up at an earlier point to stash the letters down your shift and fix the blade to your arm; you did not recall, but that was not unusual. Sometimes your conscious days were dreamlike ordinances of movement, functions, sounds.

Another insight into her mind: she often has memory lapses like this. I mean, we kinda knew that from the letters, though that may have been exceptional circumstances. Apparently, it wasn't.

You concentrated hard on whatever had been done to the back of your neck—visualized your known friend, the odontoid peg that protruded from your other known friend, the cervical vertebra—the bracelets that surrounded the vertebral arteries, the tangle of physeal joints. If it had simply been bonework, you would have been able to identify the mischief immediately, and unfuck accordingly.

This is why you need to learn flesh magic, Harrow. (Do different types of flesh magic differentiate between muscle, nerve, organ, vasculature magic? I kinda really wanna be a necromancer rn.)

Though, interestingly, the odontoid process is only found on C2, and that's decidedly too high for someone to fuck with her spinal nerves and her still being able to breathe. To me, this looks like Tamsyn Muir has definitely done her research - maybe even has a background in medicine/adjacent science; but can still get things wrong.

DAMNIT! Why did I have to get the Anatomy Chapter full of possible anatomical analysis to be had, when i was actually kinda getting ready to go to bed soon? Lol.

Okay well looks like voices are happening, so probably less focus on the anatomy for now. Let's hear some plot shit.

... okay, no, I can't get over the anatomy details. She should still be able to speak. Is she? (If not, I'm going to find Tamsyn Muir and subject her to a lengthy lecture on cranial nerves.)

(If any of you reading this are interested in a lecture on cranial nerves, well. It would go far beyond the scope of this liveblog. I'm only digging into this so much because I'm SUCH an anatomy nerd. I can expand on it if you ask nicely. hah)

Am I no longer Lyctor of the Great Resurrection, the second saint to serve the King Undying? Have I lost my rank among the Four—or, now, as I so horribly find, the Three? Am I not the last sister serving in a charnel house of dead sisters,

Ohhhh one of the old Lyctors. I've been dying to meet them, aside from Cytherea. I'm not sure who the other person is, (the other "voice" rather.)

Oh, just some guy. Now they're on the floor. The Lyctor - according to the Dramatis Personae, this is Mercymorn, most likely - has some impressive skills. I want to see more of her.

You were busy flexing the ragged end of your dorsal root—you had assumed it must have been severed, which would have been the simplest thing to do, but you realised all at once that it had been tied into a knot. It had been bowed out, twisted, and looped.

Lucky she's a Lyctor, with a Lyctor - otherwise, this sort of damage might not be easy to repair.

... Yeah okay I've focused a lot more on the anatomy than anything else. The chapter's barely gotten started. They just made it to an elevator.

Gonna leave it here for now though. I'm very tired.

#i need a tag for my own rambles #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth liveblog #htn liveblog #tlt liveblog #htn spoilers #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb

[manasurge]

My Characters

Thought I might as well do this since I like how a few of my in-game characters turned out, so here's my roster so far (subtracting a few that are in limbo). Tried to put it in order to most to least used. I'm not one to make my in-game characters as OCs, but I still like to give them a name/aesthetic/theme that matches together (and colour-coordinated) so it sort of seems like they could (also for fashion wars reasons. Name above their respective images below). Also I like giving them singular names. (oh gosh I really hope this automatically shrinks the length of the post bc it's not giving me the "Read More" option >_>') My Main: Vespaura (Mesmer/Mirage). Crystal Bloom/Branded themed. Still waiting for proper crystal aesthetic looks lol (none available in game atm are what I'm looking for). I'm pretty much on her almost all of the time since I'm a ho for Open world and I love GS lasers, clones, portals, and evasion hax (I'm squishy so I need the survivability and sustain, and I tag almost everything, so it works well when doing metas and stuff).

Mourynn (Necromancer/Scourge) - This is the one I took my OC's name from lol, so it's funny seeing her in game bc I forget sometimes lsjflksf. I Tried to make her look like an infected/toxic/poisonous Awakened Nightmare Courtier Duchess, and the squiggly tentacles are meant to portray turning into the necrotic glider below. I really wanna get her a bunch of Mordy and Zhaitan leggies (one day~)

Ferahla (Revenant/Renegade) - I actually updated her back piece and colours a bit since this new back piece was released bc it fit her look much more. I tried to make her look gnarly (also this outfit makes her look a bit nakey, but I'm kind of okay with that tbh alsjflskdjf), and I'm trying to match her to the Chuka leggy for whenever I get around to finishing it. Renegade is also one of my favourite specs cuz I like being at ranged and having the support of Kalla and her Lesbian Warband.

Faihan (Ranger/Soulbeast) - I still adore her look and her name is one of my favourites too. I was sort of going for a pheonix/firebird Hunter (bloodborne) kinda vibe. I couldn't decide between capes so she has one for Power and one for Condi. Also it's tricky to dress for leather armour, so I like how this turned out.

Vaipaura (Mesmer/Virtuoso) - All my mesmers have similar names bc I think it's funny to headcanon they're just different AUs of each other (not gonna show Chrono here bc she's in Limbo. Her name is Vastaura). I wanted to give Vaipaura a Regal Canthan Noble Madam kinda vibe (also I just love the combo of this outfit and backpiece). She also has Exordium cuz it also matches this look too. However I still heavily prefer playing Mirage bc despite this one being great for DPS and very neat. It's just super squishy with not a lot of survivability/sustain and no clones to distract, and it feels so slow, but regardless it is still fun to play as well (I just miss spamming dodge all the time :( I also miss my clones)

Mortesque (Necromancer/Reaper) - I'm not 100% sure if this will be the final look for her or not, but I was mostly just trying to match her to Zhaitan's Bite when I finally unlocked it a little while back. As you can tell I really like greatswords (the only 3 leggies I have are GS lol)

Shroudryss (Thief/Specter) - My newest sapling. I'm stll not 100% sure about the outfit, but it'll do for now. Specter is really fun!! I really like fancy magical mobile classes. I need to play thief way more tbh since it's more of less up my alley (this one will be my first to go to)

Jadesta (Engineer/Mechanist) - Her name and look are very on the nose. HOWEVER I am proud of the name I gave to her mech: Caladborg (also I really like the Aetherblade look here and at least it's easy/fun to give her stuff for fashion wars)

Prismysta (Revenant/Herald) - I wanted to make her fit the pretty pearlescent look of Glint's facets, and I did want one light-themed cute character. Also there was just so many pretty pieces that wouldn't work with Vespaura that I thought it'd work well for her!

Hexirax (Thief/Daredevil) - I still super need to change her name bc it for sure as hell does not suit her at all lmao!! But since I still needed a pink Sylvari, I thought it would be funny to make it my Daredevil (also the weapon worked well for this so I made her Sakura themed. Her outfit is still subject to change if I find something better)

Vallotash (Guardian/Dragonhunter) - Still not sure what to do with her yet (might switch her elite spec, idk yet), but I'm still super proud of her name and I forgot I made this look on her. I like the colour combo, and I still might keep it (subject for change tho, but I don't hate it)

#gw2 #sylvari #my characters #Lol my other ones are a bit ignored atm but the first handful are my most used (Vespaura especially) #I've never really showed them off before so I thought I might as well while I'm here #I'm proud of how a lot of them turned out and a lot of their names #Fear my army of plant lesbians!

[idrawtoomuch-gw2]

Okay so 3 things-

1- Several attempts at drawing Edmund and Dagda interacting just don't want to work so this just turned into a ramble instead. (That kinda went off-topic but still vaguely related I guess? oops)

2- This did become a tniy bit of overthinking everything related to the Gunnar Siblings (or at least the main 3- Kai, Edmund, and Morgan), their places in the world and in the grand scheme of things, and the Wizards.

3- I have no idea if this even sufficiently answers any questions but it's where the rambling ended up so IDK

• The fact Edmund is not Commander means there would be at least some differences with interactions, etc. So a lot of the opinion of and reaction to Edmund from any of the npcs in SotO would mainly be his relation to Kai (who is Commander) but also Morgan (a powerful necromancer), and the uncertainty around what he'd be capable of based on the two of them.

• So Kai I don't really need to dig into his importance because (with few exceptions) anything the Canon Commander accomplishes he does. Morgan is the one in need of a little explaining though- short version is she's very powerful and very likely to one day 'corrupt' with said power.

• I did mention the concept of Fractal Morgan a couple months ago, basically a version of her in a Wizard Fractal that was given some kind of artifact or access to more magic just to see what would happen. A Lich was the result. She's not allowed near the Wizard Tower (nor is Real Morgan for fear of the same happening to her) but is allowed in Amnytas since sometime before the start of SotO she did figure out what she is and somehow made her way there and is now helping fight off Kryptis despite not being allowed any further. (She may or may not be aiming to steal more artifacts or sneak into the tower shhhh don't tell anyone).

• Edmund I do imagine was kind of… 'ignored' by the Wizards. Any interest in him before SotO would have been immediately shut down because 'We already made a Power-Hungry Lich we don't need whatever a powerful mesmer from that family could become.' Because mesmers are scary and they already have Kai as the Commander and both versions of Morgan to keep a close eye on they don't need another Gunnar Sibling to watch.

• So yeah Dagda's feelings of Edmund? 'We (the Wizards) don't know what he can do. We don't know what his brother (the Commander) will do if anything happens to him. And we don't have time or resources to deal with the answer to either.'

• As for Edmund's feelings/opinion on the Wizards in general it's a lot of feeling intimidated by, inferior to, and varying levels of respect. For Dagda specifically I would say he would have high respect because of how powerful she is while at least somewhat understanding her lack of trust (though being frustrated that it's more to do with his siblings rather than himself, like 'if you're not gonna trust me at least let it be because of ME'). Also at least some fear of her early on because first meeting was literally a fight. Took him at least a little bit to get comfortable enough to really talk to her and ask more questions about magic stuff.

#chara; edmund gunnar #gw2 spoilers #soto spoilers

[dasozelotvonnebenan]

Hey so a bird came to me and whispered in my ear... it says I *really* want to know more about your magic headcanons! Strange coincidence isn't it?

No but for real, your worldbuilding ideas are always so thorough and well thought-through, I'd love to hear more!

I have not slept yet so this might not be readable idk. This is half developed from a rp angle and half from a "how do I make x ingame skill work in this system" angle, which is why I both talk about how ingame classes don't really apply but also quote specific skills. Enjoy your read.

Okay so cast spells you need three things: Aptitude, Association and A Focus. You can work with one of them missing but the other two have to work overtime to compensate.

Aptitude

Aptitude defines what kind of magic naturally comes easy for you. This is not always easy to determine, and it is not unusual to find one kind of magic you are decent at and never find out there's others that are even easier for you. Many cases of of people who "Just don't have a talent for magic" just never happened to try out the kind they would be good at. Maybe because they wanted to practice a specific kind of magic and found out they suck at it, maybe because their Aptitude lies in an area that is rarely practiced by their culture.

Aptitude lies on a spectrum, kind of like light but with several axes and doubling back on itself. See elementalists and necromancers both using ice, teleportation, etc.. The classes focus around one particular area of this spectrum but overlap in many areas and are thus mostly arbitrary distinctions (as proven by many of the elite specs mixing things up).

There is also some variation in how specific one's Aptitude is. Some people only have a very small range, while for others it might be a more gradual decrease.

Some examples from my characters: Aerana is a excellent air elementalist, she can wield air magic effortlessly enough that she regularly skips using a focus entirely (we will get to that part) however anything else, even just other elemental magic, requires significantly more effort and concentration for her. Ruck on the other hand is also in game terms an elementalist, but can easily work with all of the elements, and even occasionally dips into areas more closely associated with mesmer and thieves. (again those assosiations are no hard borders)

Foci and Association Chains

Having a natural predisposition only brings you so far. What really distinguishes a powerful mage is the training.

Casting spells requires concentration and a clear vision of what you wish to achieve. For this purpose there are two tools the tyrian mage has access to.

The association chain helps visualise what you want your spells to do. You start with something physical in your surrounding, ideally an object your are very familiar with (a focus) and find images, emotions or similar you associate with the object, and then you go from that image in small steps to the effect your spell is going to have.

For example: You are pursuing someone and want them to stop running away. You grab your trusty knife and concentrate. The knife is a precise instrument, you only want to exert a small force where it is necessary. You remember using this knife to cut up a hare for dinner. You remember cutting through tendons and muscles. You imagine yourself cutting through your targets tendons and hold onto that image as you let the magic flow through your focus. Congratulations, you've just cast Necro Dagger 3

As I have mentioned foci play an important role in starting your association chain. A focus can be any kind of physical object, but there some classics such as the staff (easy to visualise range) or scepter (power or control).

Proper foci and association chains help with precision and speed, but most importantly greatly reduce fatigue.

Association chains can be taught, memorised and practiced, but the most powerful ones are deeply connected to personal experience. Similarly any object can be a focus, but one you have spent time familiarizing yourself with will work better.

Additionally your surroundings obviously impact your ability to follow these association chains as well, especially if you are not following a chain you have memorised by heart. An elementalist might find it harder to conjure flames in a frozen cave, while a guardian might find it easier to project a barrier while manning the walls of a fortress.

Some more examples from my characters: Reevus doesn't usually use his pistol as a focus for his magic. He uses it as a pistol. However, if he for whatever reason doesn't want to injure his target he has learned to knock people unconscious with magic. He had knocked someone out with the handle of his gun once, and he project this memory onto his target. (yes this is pistol 5)

On Ritual Magic

In many ways complex rituals are mostly just more elaborate foci and pre written associations. The difficulty here is to have every participant to concentrate on the same result, thus the complexity.

Coincidentally this is why Grawl worship "any odd statue". Group worship is an easy way to handle this problem. And we see the grawl perform some pretty powerful rituals. They don't worship random things because they're stupid, they worship then because it's a tool.

#Thank you very much for helping hack my brain :3 #I'll be happy to hear what yall think about this or answer questions #But first I sleep