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Learning by Doing

Uh, hi there. You guys voted for me to do bonus smut months ago and I forgot about it. Then I remembered and now we're here. Bon appetite. Have some very late pre-Third War elf love hotel sex magic fluff smut.

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“This is a sex hotel,” Jaina observed, her hand still lingering on the ornate doorknob of the bedchamber of what was to be their private villa for the week.

“It’s a sex resort,” Sylvanas corrected, the buckles of their bags still slung over her shoulder jingling as she stepped behind Jaina to be greeted by the same view she was taking in. “There’s a hot spring, massage parlor, restaurant. You know, all of those sort of things.”

The view in question was of a massive bed, bigger than any Jaina had seen before, which dominated the otherwise warm and tidy room on the second floor of their own little spire. Unlike the sitting room across the way, which was completely lined with these, this room had only one large window facing a sea view, conveniently far from the bed. There was a doorway opposite it, no doubt leading to a bathroom. None of these things, however, gave away the purpose of the room.

No, that would be the arched alcove above the bed, inset with glass shelves, underlit by tiny magelights. From left to right, an assortment of bedroom accessories unlike Jaina had ever seen were on display, from more aggressively obvious ones such as a selection of dildos and restraints and paddles, to things she had to guess at the purpose of, like that rack of colorful potions in intricate little glass bottles.

And while Jaina would say that she didn’t necessarily dislike surprises, she was quite certain that this was not the destination she’d have guessed, or had any way of guessing, when her girlfriend had posed the idea of taking her on a surprise vacation. In fact, she had assumed and planned for much the opposite.

“You ass,” she said to the girlfriend in question, turning to find the Ranger General of Quel’thalas herself grinning and holding one hand up in some sort of apology.

“If you don’t want to be in a sex resort, then we can go,” Sylvanas offered. “Or we can just enjoy the spa activities and take this time to relax.”

“I packed for the outdoors. Hiking, hunting, fishing,” Jaina explained her offense. “Things one assumes their ranger paramour will take them to when they’re thinking of surprise vacation destinations.”

“You had talked about wanting to spend more quality time together,” Sylvanas retorted, her free hand still in the air, but shoulders shrugging regardless. The buckles on their bags jingled again. “And since you did so while you were about to pass out on my chest last time we--”

“I meant in general. And yes I talked about it in bed, and yes I enjoyed myself very much that night, but this was just not what I expected. I packed trousers and a sturdy jacket, not robes and negligees,” Jaina went on.

“Luckily, for this type of vacation, you don’t really need clothes,” Sylvanas noted, grin widening to the point of growing lopsided, the white of her fangs on full display.

How could Jaina stay annoyed at a face like that? The stern mask of the Ranger General had been gone before they’d even landed on the beach of this island resort, replaced by the goofy grins and cocky smirks of the woman few knew Sylvanas Windrunner to be. But Jaina got to see her, in bits and pieces like this, and regardless of the venue, would have enjoyed having a week of her to herself. She had to admit that doing so in a luxurious beachside private villa sounded much more pleasant than doing so in the mud of the forest floor.

“I can hear the gears grinding in your head,” Sylvanas noted. “So, out with those thoughts. Are we staying?”

Jaina leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. “Put the bags down, you unbelievable ass.”

A quick tour of the room told Jaina several things. One was that the large bed was both soft and firm at the same time, and the coverings that adorned it were a fine, soft linen. The connected bathroom was bigger than she expected, with a large soaking tub that faced a window overlooking the sea that would definitely see use later. It housed a collection of towels unlike any Jaina had seen before, but one she already found herself being grateful for. And as one might expect from a resort in the north sea, so near the Isle of Quel’danas itself, the entire place was buzzing with magic, absolutely alight with arcane energy. From the magelights that gave the rooms a soft and inviting glow, and could be brightened or dimmed with a mere word, to that rack of potions that still captivated Jaina, some aglow with that very magical energy.

Even her elven girlfriend seemed extra charged with arcane here, as Jaina exited the bathroom to find her sinking into the bed, eyes closed and limbs akimbo, seemingly testing the comfort of it.

Jaina took that opportunity to kick off her much too outdoorsy boots and climb atop her to explain herself. “I’m not mad,” she noted with a brief kiss on the bridge of Sylvanas’ nose. “Just surprised.”

“That’s the point of it being a surprise,” Sylvanas laughed beneath her, opening her glowing grey eyes to reveal that yes, the blue arcane sheen of them was a somewhat brighter shade here, somehow. “But I take it from the fact that you’re on top of me that it isn’t a bad one?”

“No. I think I can make the best of it,” Jaina told her with another kiss, this time aimed at the corner of her mouth. “Thank you for booking it.”

“You’re most welcome,” Sylvanas said with another laugh. “And if you’d like to take a moment before we start the festivities, there’s snacks and champagne in the kitchen.”

“We’re in a sex resort, Sylvanas,” Jaina noted, this time kissing the other corner of that devious little mouth, which had curled upward into a smirk. “You didn’t bring me here to eat snacks.”

“I suppose I didn’t,” Sylvanas answered, pulling her into a proper kiss.

Teasing the sharp tip of fang with her tongue, Jaina wondered at how they’d ended up here, or together at all. A chance meeting in Dalaran had seen her befriending Sylvanas not long ago, introduced to her in a hurry at a restaurant by her younger sister and Jaina’s friend Vereesa. The defender of the high home of the elves herself then was suddenly full of excuses to come back to Dalaran after that, excuses that eventually led her to the bedchamber of the Kirin Tor’s newest agent not long after that. And now to celebrate the first year of their relationship, they were sinking into the bed of what was apparently a sex resort.

And Jaina didn’t mind it at all. This, she decided firmly, was much better than camping in the woods.

“What do the potions do?” was Jaina’s immediate question upon breaking that lingering kiss.

Sylvanas laughed beneath her, wrapping an arm around her waist to hold Jaina in place through her laughter. “I saw you eyeing them. That’s the first place you want to go?”

“I can sense the magic in them,” Jaina told her. “And frankly have never encountered magic geared toward sex before. Call it an academic interest.”

“Always academic with you,” Sylvanas teased, plainly ignoring the request to fiddle with the buttons of Jaina’s sensible cotton button up she’d worn expecting a day filled with a different kind of physical activity.

The labels on the bottles were no help. Though Jaina could read the Thalassian script with ease, the names on them meant nothing to her. Serpent’s Kiss? Leviathan’s Hunger? Cloud Nine? Even in a place as nice as this, the names might as well have been the same as some cheap love potion sold on the docks in Boralus to lonely and ignorant sailors. Jaina could only hope these weren’t just tinctures of low quality rum and lavender, not that she had any idea what was in those dockside love potions, not at all.

“You’re avoiding my question. And here I got the impression that you once frequented this place. At least you seemed to be very familiar with the way to this villa of ours,” Jaina noted.

“I’m just good with directions,” Sylvanas misdirected, freeing the first and second buttons from their hold on Jaina’s blouse.

“The receptionist said, ‘Welcome back General Windrunner’,” Jaina pointed out, taking her gaze from the potions to grab Sylvanas’ hand and stop her quest to rid her of that sensible cotton shirt.

“I may have frequented this place with other guests in different times,” Sylvanas acquiesced. “But I especially thought you might enjoy it, and must confess I’ve wanted to take you here for some time now.”

“So what do the potions do?” Jaina pressed, and slid Sylvanas’ hand into her partially open shirt in appreciation for that honesty.

“There are a lot of them,” Sylvanas noted, the warmth of her fingers tracing upon Jaina’s clavicle as she leaned back to look up at the rack of glowing colors. “Where to start?”

“Surely you have a favorite?” Jaina asked.

The wicked smile that lit up Sylvanas’ face told her she did. “I didn’t think we’d talk about the potions right away. I was planning on saving that for a little later in the trip, but you did ask.”

“In the interest of furthering my arcane studies, I think that I must insist, Ranger General,” Jaina demanded, propping herself up into a sitting position to cross her arms while still straddling the elf beneath her.

“Then let us not leave you uneducated any longer, my lovely Kirin Tor Agent,” Sylvanas said as she sat up with Jaina, balancing her in her lap, but also turning to pluck a potion off the rack in a flair of dexterous grace.

Sometimes, it was worth it to have a lover who was a devious little ranger at heart.

Said potion was Serpent’s Kiss itself, a glowing teal mixture in a vial shaped like a snake curled around a tree branch. A display of glass artistry that was worthy of something far more grand than a sex potion, but Jaina had to remind herself that this was Quel’thalas she was in. Everything was beautifully crafted and ornate, and if anyone would make pretty vials for their magic sex potions, it would be the elves.

Jaina decided then that she rather liked dating an elf. Well, she’d decided that many times before in this relationship--once for the access to new artisanal cheeses alone that came along with her visits to Quel’thalas--but decided again.

Sylvanas swirled the vial for her, still grinning like a cat that caught the canary as the contents glowed brighter for her efforts, and whirled in a storm of arcane sparkle.

“Let me preface this by saying that we do not have to make use of this, though I think you’ll enjoy it too. I shall tell you that for one, I drink it, and the effects last for four hours, or until I drink another potion that will reverse any of these, that clear one over there by the towels. As for the effect itself, that is best left to be learned by observation, if you’d like,” she offered.

“Then drink it,” Jaina challenged, finding an eager grin making its way to her own face. “And let me not linger waiting on another surprise.”

“Clothes off first,” Sylvanas said, and reached for those buttons again with the hand not holding the vial.

The bottle of glowing blue-green liquid was nearly lost three times in the process of their undressing. Jaina caught it the first time it slipped from Sylvanas’ hands as she pulled her sleeveless shirt over her head. Sylvanas took it from Jaina the second time and nearly dropped it in helping her shimmy out of her leggings. Her solution to this was to hold it in her mouth, but her fangs proved unwieldy to the point where she had to catch it again in the process of removing Jaina’s bra.

All in all, Jaina was almost laughing too much to be as turned on as she was by the time they were naked.

It was always like this with Sylvanas. The other lovers of her youth had been so serious in the bedroom. Sylvanas rarely was. She was serious everywhere else, a stern and hard woman who was difficult to please in the training grounds and apparently impossible to defeat on the battlefield. But in the bedroom, alone with Jaina, she laughed. She grinned. She smirked and whispered wicked things and terrible jokes in the same breath to the point where Jaina didn’t know whether to sigh in pleasure or in disgust at her lover’s abysmal sense of humor.

But she sighed all the same, and loved her more for it.

Sylvanas gave the vial one more shake, exciting another surge of arcane glow from it before she popped the cork and downed the contents. “Again, there’s no pressure to do anything you don’t want to,” she stated as she took a deep breath after swallowing. “But I think you’ll have fun with this.”

This didn’t seem to be anything. Jaina wasn’t really sure why she had to watch a demonstration of this potion, though she hardly complained about looking at her lover’s body. Sylvanas with lithe and fit, with an archer’s broad shoulders, and muscles that formed a V shape from her abdomen pointing downward to…something new. A glowing teal appendage that was most certainly not there a moment ago, erect and ready.

“You have a dick,” Jaina noted most astutely.

“Excellent observation,” Sylvanas said with another laugh.

“Then what are all the dildos for?” Jaina asked, puzzling for herself as she scooted toward Sylvanas.

“Their own kind of fun,” Sylvanas answered. “Different from this.”

“Different how?” Jaina asked.

An answer came to mind in the set of Sylvanas’ lips and the way her tongue ran across them. An answer, like many, that was best found in observation. The construct between Sylvanas’ legs was warm to Jaina’s touch, as she wrapped an exploratory hand around it, and found that it had a pleasant texture in addition to the temperature. Not exactly like skin, but still soft, and hard where it needed to be. Buzzing with arcane in a way that was pleasant to her magically inclined senses, almost as if alight with a faint electric hum.

And the fact that Sylvanas let out a little grunt as she circled her thumb around the head of it told her what she needed to know. “You can feel it?” Jaina asked anyway.

“I can feel that that feels very nice,” Sylvanas told her.

A thousand questions sprang to mind. How did this work? What combinations of enchantments did that potion contain? How were they balanced so perfectly? And who in all of Azeroth had the time to figure that out?

Whoever it was, Jaina was most grateful for their work. Another stroke wrung a low moan from Sylvanas’ throat, and she decided that she was extremely grateful.

But she had one question lingering on her mind, far more pressing than the others. “Can you come with this?” Jaina asked.

“If you keep doing that, I just might,” Sylvanas warned, gently reaching for Jaina’s hand to still it where it gripped the arcane cock. “And to prevent you from asking the question I know will follow this one, yes, there is a result of sorts from that. I’m told it’s quite pleasant for a magic user, as it is arcane in nature. For that reason too, it leaves little in the way of mess to clean up. Very convenient.”

“One more question, I promise,” Jaina ventured, letting go to bring Sylvanas’ face to hers and draw her in for a kiss. “Me on top, or you?” she asked against her lips.

Sylvanas’ answer came in the form of further observation, and she sank into that offered kiss, and used it to distract Jaina from the tight hold she took of her waist, flipping her down onto the mattress in the process.

While the circumstances and venues in which that had happened before were different, Jaina enjoyed them all, but perhaps was most excited for this one. She was just as happy to be on top, of course, but being underneath Sylvanas was always a good time. Even better now if she could enjoy it at the same time.

They’d used their share of toys in the past, and those were fun. Not as fun as this, or the sigh Sylvanas let out as the construct rubbed against Jaina’s thigh.

She kept one arm around Jaina, holding her close, and braced herself up on her elbow. And for a moment, she just looked at her, smiling.

“What?” Jaina asked.

“I think this is going to be a wonderful vacation, that’s all,” Sylvanas told her before kissing her again.

And despite the stiff insistence poking at Jaina’s leg, she kept kissing her. Along her neck and jaw, dragging the points of her fangs over the rounded shell of Jaina’s ear. Peppering her collar bones with little red marks.

Jaina, for her part, was more than ready to experiment with this new magic and learn by doing, but she allowed this teasing. She encouraged it, actually, running her nails across the broad plane of Sylvanas’ upper back, kissing along her long, pointed ears. She enjoyed the softness of her too, not just her hard elven angles, but the plush skin of her thighs, her breasts, the tender spot just below her jaw that always made her hiss when Jaina sucked on it a little.

There was a reason she put up with this haughty, off elf of hers after all. Not only did Jaina love her, but she loved loving her. She was, in fact, very glad to be in a place dedicated to that act, and with a week to continue exploring exactly what all these potions did.

Though this one, she thought, would probably be a favorite of hers as well.

Jaina knew for certain it would when she reached down between them and ran a hand over the stiff length again, feeling Sylvanas go tense at her touch.

“Inside,” was Jaina’s breathless command, and one that she guided Sylvanas to follow.

The sensation was both familiar and strange. The sense of fullness and warmth and the familiar aching stretch were there, of course. But with them was a jolt of arcane energy that at first made Jaina want to jump, but then settled into a pleasant hum that flowed through her body. She felt like a harp string plucked, made to play a pretty note, only hers came out as a shuddering breath.

Sylvanas too, seemed lost in the sensation, entering her slowly and fully, then stilling for a moment. She gave one tentative roll of her hips, then another, before letting out a moan that transformed into a sentence, “Gods Jaina. You feel amazing. I should have taken you here earlier.”

“Please tell me that we can get more of this potion to go,” Jaina mumbled as Sylvanas moved inside of her again, slow and deliberate.

“I’ll buy us a case,” she promised as she hilted herself.

Sex of this sort was good. Jaina liked any form of penetration, really, but seeing her lover so clearly enjoying her for it was something else. Even the men she’d been with before weren’t so reverent in fucking her as Sylvanas was. Each cant of her hips drew a new sound from her Jaina had never heard before. A new whispered praise. A new prayer to gods both foreign and familiar. And for her part, Jaina couldn’t get enough of it. The cock, the compliments, the building of a too quick crescendo, roiling her abdomen as Sylvanas fucked her.

She managed to open eyes that had long since screwed shut to look down between them, both amused and aroused by watching the arcane glow sink in and out of her.

“This is incredible. You’re incredible,” Jaina told Sylvanas.

Sylvanas seemed determined to keep this slow rhythm, hardly changing her pace even as she hefted Jaina up a bit with the arm beneath her, changing the angle just a bit. But gods what a welcome change it was, as each slow grind of her hips gave Jaina some extra friction against her clit now. Sylvanas seemed to realize this, and thrust deeper in, hardly pulling herself out at all, in order to keep the pressure up.

“That’s…” Jaina didn’t have to say it. They both knew. They could both feel it now. Her in the way she tightened around the construct, and in the way Sylvanas’ rhythm began to falter.

But that brought another incessant question out from Jaina’s lips, one that needed immediate answering, because she wasn’t ready for this to be over. “Does it stay hard if you come?”

“Mmm, yes. But just for asking that, I will make sure you come first,” Sylvanas warned through panting breaths.

It was a threat Jaina was fine being on the receiving end of. One she didn’t really have much hope of countering either. Her body was on a determined course, and there was little that could change it at this point. Even as Sylvanas slipped down from her elbow, her full weight resting now on Jaina, it only made it better. Her hot breath in Jaina’s ear, Jaina’s lips and teeth on her neck.

Jaina felt her body seize and clench and gods was it good. Back arched, mouth open, and Sylvanas buried as deep as she could go inside of her, she came hard. Hard enough that she was sure the hand not fisted in the sheets left a trail of angry red against Sylvanas’ back, doubly so as the elf’s hips lost their rhythm and thrust fast and wild into her.

That was soon followed by a rush of warmth that filled her, both literally and figuratively. A liquid of sorts imparted a wave of energy across Jaina, tingling her from her toes to the crown of her head. She felt as though the ends of her golden hair might spark alight with arcane. And that she might just come again for the sensation of having made Sylvanas spend herself within her, magical as it was otherwise.

“Fuck,” was all she could say to express any of that as Sylvanas went limp atop her, save for the smile that curved in the lips against Jaina’s cheek.

They caught their breath together until Jaina had recovered enough to seek Sylvanas’ lips for a kiss. “You should have brought me here earlier,” she told her as she pulled away.

“I knew you’d like it here,” Sylvanas hummed back at her, cocky even as she enjoyed the afterglow, eyes closed, head nestling atop Jaina’s chest.

But Jaina was invigorated, nerves set newly alight by that surge of arcane. And the delight of discovery, of course. Sex magic, who would have known? The elves. Of course the elves.

A tentative roll of her hips told Jaina that yes, Sylvanas was still indeed hard, still inside her, and still quite sensitive from the little moan she let out.

But Jaina wasn’t quite done with her experimenting, or with her questions. And she also very much wanted Sylvanas to come inside her again, if it felt like that every time. How was this place not crawling with eager mages? Well, maybe she didn’t see many on their way in because they were busy in their own rooms. No wonder.

It was her turn to flip them over, cautiously. And while Sylvanas did slip out in the process, Jaina sat right back down on the construct as soon as she was atop her lover, eliciting yet another almost pained groan.

“So what do the others do?” Jaina asked as she began to roll her own hips.

“Insatiable,” Sylvanas scolded, even as her hands went to Jaina’s thighs to guide the movement.

“I like this one, but I want to know all of my options,” Jaina told her.

“I meant the fact that you’re already going for round two, but you’re insatiable in both regards,” Sylvanas scolded.

“You make an adorable face when we’re doing this, do you know that?” Jaina asked.

Said adorable face was highlighted by a pair of wide grey-blue eyes, pupil dilated enough that Jaina could see it beneath the arcane overglow even. Long brows furrowed against the sensation that must have been amazing, even if Sylvanas had experienced it before. Jaina noted that she’d have to ask her later if these elixirs would work on a human, because they would definitely be trying the reverse if so. But most tempting was a fan of silvery blonde hair that spread beneath her, one that Jaina couldn’t help but tuck behind a long ear as she rode her.

“Tell me what the other potions do. Let’s see how many we can get through before you come again,” Jaina challenged.

“You’re going to be the death of me before this week is through,” Sylvanas grunted, but began to meet her thrusts with her own all the same.

“Don’t make it zero now, that’s no fun,” Jaina teased, running her hand down from Sylvanas’ face to her breast, and eliciting another gasp from her for it.

“The red and blue are temperature play. Red makes you a little hotter, blue a little colder. They’re topical, not for drinking,” Sylvanas explained.

This was addicting. The rhythm of their meeting hips, the way Sylvanas’ face betrayed her pleasure every time Jaina took her fully inside. And the way she felt in there, hard and soft and buzzing arcane. Jaina could see now why the elves would be addicted to magic. Anyone would be if it came like this.

“The cold one sounds interesting,” Jaina noted.

“It’s awful. The warm one though, I do quite enjoy,” Sylvanas told her.

Jaina wanted to make a quip about elves and their love of all things hot, but Sylvanas thrust up in a way that brushed a spot inside her that made her buck unbidden, and she lost the words she was looking for.

“Purple…makes you float,” Sylvanas informed her, though her glowing eyes had shut once again, and could hardly see the color she was identifying.

Her hands gripped Jaina’s thighs, holding on for dear life. Holding her in place too, so that she kept hitting that spot. Holding her so that Jaina could barely get out a chiding, “That’s only three, love.”

“Orange gives,” a moan, a breath, a pant, a mumbled curse. “Mirror image spell.”

Jaina had to give in then, falling atop her lover to kiss the beads of sweat forming on her brow. Gods this feeling, this closeness, this symphony of magic and pleasure. She was going to have a hard time wanting to do anything else but this for the rest of the week.

“One more,” Jaina pleaded. “One more before you come inside me again.”

“Green,” was the only word Sylvanas got out before she did, in fact, come again.

The arcane rush and frantic thrusts that followed sent Jaina to her own soaring heights again too. One intense orgasm so quickly after the other was enough to leave her dizzy and limp, draped over Sylvanas for her efforts, sated but not, awakened to a new world which required much more exploring, but perhaps in need of a few moments rest before she could continue. A few moments she intended to enjoy being held and feeling full and loved.

“Green,” Sylvanas started again, but couldn’t catch her breath to finish.

“I don’t care about green. Green can wait,” Jaina mumbled into Sylvanas’ hair. “I love you and I love this. I want to do this until I’m too sore.”

“There’s a potion for that too,” Sylvanas informed her.

“I think I love it here,” Jaina observed, though it was up to her girlfriend to determine if that comment was about the sex resort, or riding out their arcane-tinged afterglow in her arms.

It was both, truthfully.

#sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #sylvaina #fanfic #smut #when you bring your nerd girlfriend to a sex resort and she gets off on trying to figure out the sex magic #much of this can be blamed on one person who knows who they are #yeah you

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Twice Upon a Time - Neverafter Ep 1

The Times of Shadow

What is up y’all? A new season of D20 has started and I’ve been lured back to recapping by the siren song of fractured fairy tales. Fairy tales are one of my first loves (my thesis project for school right now is a fairy tale retelling in fact) and it’s very exciting to see that the D20 crew is digging into the darker side of these foundational stories.

I hesitated in starting recapping this season because as much as I love doing these, it’s a big time commitment and I am A Busy Person BUT the premiere ep was just so fun that I couldn’t resist. So, here’s the deal. I will do my best to keep up but no promises, OK? And I’ll be messing around with the formatting a bit to see if there’s a way to make the process a bit easier for me so bear with me.

And with that we start our story in the only way we really can…

Once Upon a Time.

Rosamund Du Prix (Siobhan’s PC)

We start with Brennan mesmerizingly telling the traditional tale of Sleeping Beauty–it goes down exactly like the Disney version. Three fairies. A fourth who isn’t invited and crashes the party after the first two have given their gifts and curses the baby princess to prick her finger on a spindle on her 18th birthday, killing her. The third fairy uses her gift to soften the curse so death turns into a 100 year sleep. Parents try to protect her by getting rid of all the spinning wheels but magic’s gotta magic and on her 18th birthday she finds a spinning wheel in an old tower and pricks herself anyway. She falls into a deep sleep as does the rest of the kingdom and the kingdom–the kingdom of Reverie–is covered in briars.

Rosamund (who I will be calling Roz) wakes up, 100 years later, unable to close her eyes or mouth because of the briars that are growing out of her body and all around her, completely encasing her. Everyone at the tables is visibly and audibly gagging at the description which I will spare you. Roz is horribly claustrophobic but also feels a weird sense that she’s holding something that feels like a troubling sort of sixth sense (not fully explained but I’m wondering if it’s some kind of Ranger ability because she is a level 1 Ranger).

She manages to get a hand free with minimal damage to herself (one fairy did give her the gift of grace after all) and painfully pulls the briars out of her mouth and nose. As she does, she hears whispers in her own head that she can’t understand and which stop when the root of the briars are out of her stomach.

Roz shakes the Briars that surround her, looking for the prince who was supposed to rescue her from this fate and, as she does this, pricks her finger. A tendril of the massive plant pokes out and drinks her blood, giving her a vision of the hundreds of corpses of the princes who have tried and failed to rescue her. The briars seem to think they are keeping her safe from the world outside and are fearful to let her go.

Now, well past the point of uneasiness, she tries to tell the plants thank you for the hospitality but it’s time for her to go. The plants do not agree and after she fails at trying to lull them to sleep with a lullaby, the plants try to stick her with the spindle and put her back to sleep. There is a bit of a tussle which ends with her diving out of her tower window and barely making it to the bottom in one piece. When she calls out to see if anyone is around, she gets no answer and decides to make her way out of Reverie–a process that takes months of traversing the thorny landscape. The kingdom seems fully destroyed.

By the time she escapes, she is in *rough* shape and she’s fashioned herself a bow of thorns.

[Note: Sleeping Beauty as a ranger is an interesting take. I wonder if she’s going to go Beastmaster for the traditional Princess With Animal Companion? Maybe Drakewarden if she wants to play with the Maleficent angle from the Disney version. Would be pretty cool to take on some of the traits of your captor–and she does already have the thorny bow. Fey Wanderer is an option because she was fey-touched upon being born.]

Now, in the present, Roz is a part of a traveling caravan in a wagon that’s going to the town of Shoeberg. In her wagon, she finds something damp and unpleasant being covered by a threadbare blanket and when she removes the blanket, she finds herself a surprise.

Gerard of Greenleigh (Murph’s PC)

Ger is prince turned frog turned prince turning back into a frog. He’s at the halfway stage so he’s still human height and build but with huge bulbous human eyes and damp, mottled, green skin.

He still has the bearing of a prince though and quickly identifies who he is and insists that his situation is temporary. Roz realizes that she’s related to him via marriage (“I think we’re cousins 3 times”) and is happy to join the self-gaslighting about how everything is fine and good and will be back to normal soon enough. They’re royals after all.

Ger says that though his kingdom is taken and his wife is missing, everything is fine and the fact that he’s turning back into a frog has NOTHING to do with his relationship with his wife which is FINE–something that Boffit (the trollson manager of the caravan who tells them they’re stopping for the night) doesn’t really buy.

From there we’re thrust into Ger’s flashback.

It is post-curse break and he’s doing pretty well. Except, he’s starting to realize that his frog traits are coming back. First his throat swelling. Then his eyes start migrating to frog positions. Then his tongue gets all stretchy. (“We fixed this though,” he says with a pathetic but kind of charming dismayed petulance). He tries to ignore the changes, even as he has a tense dinner with his wife–Princess Elody. Elody is discussing war-time matters with three of her generals–the kingdom is at war with Snowhold, the kingdom of the ice queen–but Ger just wants to talk about the upcoming ball and leave the unpleasantness to the soldiers.

Elody is baffled by her husband’s lack of interest in actively protecting the kingdom and his desire to hole up in the castle while others fight and die for them. It’s the Time of Shadow, she says. Never After is being overrun with giants and witches and sea creatures! Why is he so content to coast on their supposed happily ever after? Though Ger clearly isn’t the fiercely protective active ruler she is, he says he’ll try to take a look at his fencing books. And she says that she’ll try to give him what she can. But that night, she doesn’t come to bed because she falls asleep at her war table with her generals. And the next morning, Ger’s nose is gone. Bad!

[Note: Ger is a fighter. I don’t really have a good guess on his subclass. I am fascinated by his relationship drama with his wife, though. I really hope she shows up again soon because the dynamic of these two people being in love but having such opposed life philosophies is very interesting–especially when it’s having the mechanical consequence of forcing Ger to turn back into a frog. To be in denial about how things are going as you’re literally turning into a frog is so indicative of character.]

Back in the present, we shift to another carriage in the caravan–a very nice shoe being pulled by 4 white horses. Inside is the pompous Lord Bandlebridge of Shoeberg who is toasting two figures–a cat wearing a cape and boots and a puppet of a little wooden boy (with a splintered nose–I’m guessing it was removed to allow for lying without an obvious tell).

Through a back and forth, we learn that Puss in Boots (also known as Pib to his friends–I’ll be going with Pib or Puss interchangeably) and Pinocchio are scamming this man. They’ve told him that Pinocchio is actually a prince who stole 40 pennies from a witch and was cursed to be a puppet. They just need to borrow 40 gold pieces to break the curse and then they’ll pay him back in platinum. Lord B is so desperate to believe the story that he doesn’t look too deeply into it and goes with everything they say.

Puss finds that he is very hungry and slips into a flashback.

Puss in Boots (Zac’s PC)

Pib is living the good life in the Kingdom of Marienne. He’s straight up chilling on a pillow in a shaft of sunlight and his breakfast is brought to him–100 live mice!

The king comes in to talk to him privately and, as soon as they’re alone, starts freaking out. This is the miller’s son–Tomas–who in the traditional Puss in Boots story–is thrust into king-ship by Puss’s trickery. That’s all well and good but now it’s wartime and Tomas doesn’t have any idea how to run a country! Giants are attacking. He doesn’t know statecraft! He can barely read! And he loves his wife but he’s been tacitly lying to her for years and it’s all getting to be far too much.

Pib just brushes it off and is like, hey buddy. Don’t worry. It’ll all be fine.

Spoiler alert: It is not fine.

The kingdom falls to giants and Puss flees. And he has no idea what happened to Tomas and his wife.

[Note: Puss is a tabaxi re-skin and a rogue. Also don’t have a guess/hope in mind for subclass but I do love the bringing of the Puss In Boots story to its logical conclusion of–yeah, this guy doesn't know how to run a country. Of COURSE it’s gonna end badly the second times are bad and you can’t let the kingdom run on autopilot.]

Back in the present, Pinocchio is being a little brat and rubbing Lord B the wrong way. To calm him down, Pib calls Lord B his best friend and hugs him–checking his pockets as he does and finding a scroll which he notes but doesn’t steal.

Now, we check in on the third carriage in the caravan. Inside are two figures–”Mother” Timothy Goose and Ylfa Snorgelsson (better known as Little Red Riding Hood). Red knows Tim because he’s an older guy who used to read stories in her village. When things “got bad” (we’ll get to that) she met up with him.

They both get the announcement that the caravan is stopping for the night from Boffit (and that payment will be due in Shoeberg which is a problem because they don’t really have money). They have to stop in the Blackwoods (a primeval forest) which isn’t safe and they both offer to help with keeping watch (Red clearly being the more physically capable of the two).

As they stop, they also see two notable carriages that haven’t been mentioned before (a teapot drawn by a giant rabbit–clear Wonderland ref–and an uncovered chariot drawn by a ram with an older gentleman in it). They also see the shoe carriage which sparks their interest because Tim has this magic book that he writes words in that disappear. But the word “Shoe” stuck. So it has to be somehow relevant to his quest.

They go talk to Lord B who is going off about how much of a thriving metropolis Shoeberg is even in these hard times. While he does this, the guy in the ram chariot calls him a fucking idiot under his breath. Tim tries to respond to Lord B but is haunted by a vision of something behind Lord B and flips out, calling it a fucker and a piece of shit–freaking out Lord B so much that he runs off.

“I saw him again,” he confesses to Red and we jump into his flashback.

“Mother” Timothy Goose (Ally’s PC)

The Lullaby Lands are a really sweet place that’s mainly farmers and animals and doesn’t need a king or a queen to rule it.

Tim walks home with his son's bones in his arms.

His husband–Henry Hubbard–is horrified as Tim explains that their son, Jack, didn’t actually find whatever egg he said he found and was clearly mixed up with something shady. Tim said he saw Jack talking to some giant, black, demonic looking gander (a male goose) and say “I need my third wish” and then watched him age rapidly into the pile of bones he’s holding.

Then the gander said, “Do you wish to know what just happened?” and when Tim said yes, he was trapped in his own set of three wishes. He then wished for something to get his son back and was given the leather-bound book we saw him with before.

As a veteran bard and witch, Tim isn’t a stranger to magic. He opens the book, looking for an answer and finds the pages blank. Undeterred, he starts writing in the book and finds that everything he writes in the book disappears except for the word Jack that sticks.

He writes all day long and in the back of his head he hears the demonic whisper, “There’s no way you’ll find them all in time, Goose.”

Eventually, he notices a stain on the floor of the house where his son made a mess as a younger child, jumping over a candle and tries to just describe the person he wants. His son. He writes in his book the nursery rhyme (which it seems like he wrote in the world about his son) Jack be Nimble, Jack be quick, etc.

As he does, light fills the room and he sees a window open in the pages through which he sees his son, healthy and well and in a version of Pottingham that doesn’t seem afflicted by the floods tormenting it IRL.

“Dad I’m still here,” the Jack on the page says. “[The book] can save more than me. You’ll save them, I know you will.” Before he can say more, he is cut off and starts running. The book in the story sticks and Jack’s bones disappear in motes of golden light.

Tim realizes he has a LOT of work to do.

[Note: Tim is a bard. I could see College of Lore. Maybe Eloquence or Spirits? Also, I HATED how he got roped into his wishes. That’s some fey/lawyer B.S. “Do you wish to know?” Get out of here with that B.S. I hate the gander. All my homies hate the gander.]

Back in the present, the three groups of PCs are starting to get acquainted. Pinocchio introduces himself as a prince and, as a princess, Roz wants to know where he’s the prince of. Maybe they’re related! He lies and says he’s the prince of Shoeberg which Lord B overhears and knows to be false because he’s from Shoeberg.

Lord B starts accosting Pinocchio who is defended by Tim and then the Ram dude who comes to back Tim up. Ram dude is muscular and has armor and a sword. Though he backs up Tim in telling Lord B to step off, he also whispers to Tim that Shoeberg sucks and he shouldn’t talk about it so much.

Lord B retreats to his shoe carriage and on a Nat 1 insight, Pinocchio thinks that, despite his lie, he’s fine to still go in there. Everyone tries to stop his “chaotic entitled” ass and Red ends up stopping the sword of one of Lord B’s guards with a hairy paw and she goes into a rage. Flashback time for Red.

Ylfa Snorgelsson (Emily’s PC)

Red is outside of her home she is returning to. Apparently, she strayed from the path when she shouldn’t have and shit went down. She knocks on the door, and calls for her mom. No one answers. Red pleads for them to open the door, saying that her grandma is dead and she doesn't have a place to go but her mom says that her daughter is dead.

Read assures her that she’s alive and says somewhat fearfully that she doesn’t know what she might try to do to get in.

Inside, there’s some whispering about wolf-trickery and waiting for a woodsman but Red is eventually let in.

She manages to quell her churning thoughts and tells herself that everything will be fine once she’s in. Her mother will help her fix everything…but as soon as she steps in, a silver dagger falls on her while her mom calls for her siblings to run out the back door. It was a trap.

Her rage boils over and she flips the dinner table. A voice tells her to remember to breathe. She does and then, just like in the story, she huffs and puffs and blows her entire family away. Yikes!

[Note: God, talk about trauma. Love the weaving in of the Three Little Pigs story here. And man, Red is so young. Just a pre-teen. Emily plays her so unsure and awkward. I can feel Emily readying some emotional killshots with this character. Her pleading to be let in (which I realize as I write this is very “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in) was so sad. Also, she’s a Barbarian in case that wasn’t clear. Path of the Beast would be the obvious subclass but we’ll see if she throws us a curveball as she is wont to do. Also,what’s the over-under on her multiclassing into bard? She already has a bard mentor in Tim and we call know mama needs her spell slots.]

In the present, the guard flees at Red’s display of strength and Tim hugs Red.

Pinocchio admits he’s not a prince but he and Pib tell a very sanitized story about how times are hard and they’re just been taking care of each other.

The stranger who helped them reveals himself as Old Cole (ie: Old King Cole was a merry old soul–but he doesn’t seem very merry anymore). He explains that Shoeberg was founded by an unkind woman who gave lordships to all of her shitty sons (ie: There was an old woman who lived in a shoe). It’s a rough city that chews people up and spits them out and it sucks that it got to survive while many other better cities crumbled in the Time of Shadow.

He’s–as far as he knows–the last survivor of his kingdom–Jubilee. Ger asks if he knows anything about his wife and Cole says she was a brilliant warrior on the battlefield (she’s a mace-wielder btw, and ad props for her to being a queen who actually gets her hands dirty) but he doesn’t know if she’s alive right now. Pib asks about Marienne as well but Cole only knows it was overrun by giants.

[Note: This probably isn’t important, but Cole is essentially making Stone Soup by his carriage which is another famous childhood story I wanted to point out because it’s glossed over.]

Everyone is told that they don’t get to eat if they don’t help with the food so Roz tries to do the princess thing of calling birds to help her. Of course, they’re in a gnarly, ultra-cursed forest so on a Nat 1 a fucked up ostrich comes to help her and she politely declines.

Pib and Pinocchio figure they can just steal some food and bring it to “help” but, when they go to do that, Pinocchio notices a coach with a key in it. When he opens it, he sees someone familiar is in there and sends Pib away while he talks to them privately (though Pib tries to eavesdrop).

Inside is a shadowy silhouette that Pinocchio nervously addresses as “Mom” Brennan says he’s only ever seen her shadow.

His mom says that Roz is very important and is being hunted so he needs to help keep her safe and hidden. She’s too busy caring for his father. Pinocchio asks for an assurance that his dad is OK and she says that she promised to keep him safe when she married him. She says something about some candle “burning low” and reminds Pinocchio of the night they met.

[Note: I can’t believe I’ve gone this far without mentioning that Lou had committed to this Mickey Mouse sounding squeaky voice for Pinnocchio which is Certainly A Choice. Also, not sure what the candle refers to yet. The most famous candle story is the Jack Be Nimble one and that doesn’t fit. Will think about this more.]

Pinocchio (Lou’s PC)

Pinocchio is in his town (Amarti in the kingdom of Marienne) up later than he should be. And he’s a real boy. A pointy woman in all black carrying a staff shows up and Pinocchio recognizes her as the second fey he’s met in his life.

The woman has a ball of magical energy which looks so so fun and says each child will get a chance to play with it if they answer a question honestly. Behind her, going into the village, something shadowy flickers. Maybe rats?

She asks a child what their father’s name is. He answers. There’s a scream in the village. She moves on to the next child. Same thing happens. The kids start crying, realizing something awful is happening.

She gets to Pinocchio. She asks for his name. Then she asks for his father’s name. He lies.

Instantly, he drops dead and wakes up on his strings in his father’s house as his dad breathes in and turns.

Back to the present, Pinocchio’s mother says that he’s been telling a lot of lies and she hopes he can keep them straight. And that’s where we end for the week!

[Note: OK, this is my big Pepe Silvia moment of the week. I have this fraught relationship with the show Once Upon a Time but I feel like it’s prepared me for the analysis I’m about to do.

When the character card shows up for Pinocchio’s mom it identifies her as “The Stepmother” (who is his patron btw–he’s a warforged warlock) and it identifies her as being from Cinderella. BUT it doesn’t say she’s THE stepmother from Cinderella.

Let’s think about this for a second.

She’s presented in silhouette. Why? It could just be patron dramatic-ness. But it also could be to set up for a reveal later.

We never get a name–just a title: Stepmother. And it’s totally normal that Pinocchio would just call her mom. But that also could be a setup for a reveal.

This is a weird pull but there’s an apt quote from Disenchanted (the other thing I’m currently obsessed with). “Stepmothers are wicked but they’re not usually very powerful.” Cinderella’s stepmother as a patron wouldn’t be my first guess, you know? Like, of course in this world she COULD be magic, like Tim is, but I think there are better candidates here.

Let’s think about the flashback now. Pinocchio’s mom leads into it by telling him to remember when they met.

He describes the fairy that he meets and her features. But Brennan also says he’s only ever seen his mom in silhouette. So the fairy and the mom don’t seem to be the same people even if that is the night that they met. Brennan also says it’s the second fairy he ever met which means the first is likely the Blue Fairy. So this isn’t likely a twisted version of the fairy from his story.

So the fairy this is likely to be is the one from Cinderella. The Fairy Godmother. And it seems like she’s controlling rats which tracks with the Cinderella story–rodents to horses, right?

(Though, sidenote, because I’m going full Pepe Silvia, I will also point out two other possible links. The first being something Pied Piper related. And the second being a Pinocchio pull as the Pleasure Island owner in the Disney version has these shadowy minions. Oh and while we’re talking shadows–Peter Pan. None of this is part of the analysis proper, just throwing out possibilities.)

ANYWAY, if this fairy is Cindy’s fairy and I’m skeptical the stepmom is The Stepmother then what if Pinocchio’s stepmother is Cinderella herself? The OG Stepmom in the story never had enough proximity to magic to be a patron but Cindy did. I could see her getting magic much more easily. And it would be a killer reveal story-wise.

I don’t know what the motivation would be yet and I don’t even know if she’s evil or just shady. But there was clearly a lot of intentional vagueness during this section, and this is my best attempt to parse it. I look forward to getting more puzzle pieces as the season goes on!]

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 #neverafter #neverafter spoilers #twice upon a time #aww shit here we go again

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apinkheartinmiddle-earth · 1 year

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Many people talk about found family in different media, but I hear next to no one talking about Faramir and HIS found family. It plays out so beautifully for me because it’s a bit nuanced and requires some reflection on the reader/viewer’s part.

Think about it: Faramir has never had a stable family life since his mother became ill. His older brother was highly favored and his dad treated him like a liability of sorts, even though Faramir has shown time and time again how capable he was. Fortunately, he was greatly loved by his older brother, was able to become very learned with the guidance of Gandalf, and had the respect of his fellow rangers.

He still did crave Denethor’s approval and love, as any child would (even if the parent is so obviously despicable) but luckily Boromir’s love was there. Until it wasn’t. That just left him and Denethor. Until it didn’t. Not that they had any kind of good relationship, but essentially, every piece of family Faramir had was ripped away from him.

Given the context above, how did Faramir find his new family? It began with one Peregrin Took, a kind and gentle hobbit who saw the good in Faramir. Pippin, by the way— did not even once compare him to Boromir even if he knew that they were brothers. He saw Faramir as his own unique and wonderful person. I’d also like to think that Pippin thought that he would do Boromir a great honor if he were to look after Faramir in any way he could.

Next, we have the love of his life— Eowyn. I could do a whole post praising their love, but I’ll just try to do a shorter version for the time being. They have similar backgrounds: they are both skilled warriors, both are the younger siblings who are overlooked, and both seek a sort of validation they cannot have. Already, they would form a bond from those shared experiences. What is truly wonderful for me is that Faramir effortlessly loved every part of Eowyn, even the parts she was not proud of. On the other hand, Eowyn saw and loved Faramir for the great man that he was and helped him see that for himself. Eowyn became his family and eventually, it grew once they had their son.

Faramir’s found family doesn’t just stop with Pippin and Eowyn. You have to give credit to his other interactions. Many are just heavy implications on my part, but still. His chance encounter with Frodo and Sam would shape a lot of his character in the series and I’d like to consider that an important bond. Then we have Merry, the greatest wingman in Middle-earth. He was kind enough to tell Faramir all about Eowyn and I’m almost certain that a brotherly bond formed because of their love for her (and possibly for Pippin too). Lastly, there’s the king himself, Aragorn. I love reading headcanons and fanfiction that depict them as just being the best of friends. Faramir is the Steward of Gondor and he has definitely spent a lot of time with Aragorn enough to be one of his dearest friends.

I just find Faramir’s entire story arc so compelling because of how much you can draw from it. He is such an amazing character and he deserves all the happiness in the world after going through the worst things imaginable. His found family is his greatest reward in life, by far.

#text #long post #lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien #faramir #eowyn #boromir #denethor #pippin #pippin took #peregrin took #aragorn #i can’t believe this came about while i was trying to write farawyn fanfic #this was all written on a whim #found family

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yellow-faerie · 7 months

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I have absolutely no context for this but tell me about your tavs anyway

Hello Astrid thank you very much Astrid, you are massively enabling me and I appreciate it so very much

Ok, so this is Tabitha Swallowsong, affectionately known as Tav by her friends (the character who I may consider "canon" if there was such a thing). She's a Half Wood Elf Bard who, while not born in Baldur's Gate, was raised there. She ends up romancing Gale:

She's who I played for my first play through, getting to grips with the controls and all the story and that sort of thing, but I intend (once I work up the courage to actually enter the endgame on the first save file) to do another game with her on the normal difficulty so that I can play her while understanding how everything works. (Also will not bend to peer pressure the minute someone asks me out and actually romance Gale instead of Shadowheart - although I love Shadowheart to pieces).

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This is Thea (who's full name is Thianaloth Kelvix), a Sledarine Drow Monk of her family's order who's monastery is hidden in the mountains near Baldur's Gate. She romances Shadowheart (I love that romance so much, especially the later bits):

I've just started her playthrough and I gotta say - monk is a very fun class to play battle wise, I'm quite pleased I chose it, and I really enjoy playing as Drow for (while I understand it's really not to everyone's tastes) I find the natural distaste quite interesting story wise? It makes me have to shake up my gameplay a bit more and my characterisation because it often forces me to do things that aren't just Angelic Good (which...I am a massive people pleaser, even in games, so that's quite nice)

Bonus Dark Urge -

This is Nowhere (a name that she calls herself when she is asked after waking with no memories and having this deep sense of Not Belonging) who later goes on to take the name Akanis Rozes when she reinvents herself.

She's a Mephistopheles Drow and I thought ranger would be most appropriate for her storywise (well, maybe rogue would fit better but I'm trying to play classes that the origins don't have). Also I want to try the Astarion romance out with her and having two rogues with me all the time is a bit much:

Dark Urge is so much fun to play?? Like I said, massive people pleaser so I'm doing a good run, but I love how much characterisation it adds while still allowing for roleplay by the player.

There's also Llelyr, a cleric of Ilmater, who I'm doing a multiplayer with with my brother but I don't have any pictures because I have only just worked out how to wrangle the PS5 screenshot feature, and I do have a few others that I've had ideas for (but I'm putting off actually playing until I get further in with some other runs):

I want to do a run with an older Tav, possibly try out Paladin and the Halsin romance; I think storm sorcerer sounds so much fun (and I've heard there's some good Gale dialogue with sorcerer especially when you romance him so...Gale romance 2: electric boogaloo); I want to play a Gith at some point because I saw it was the least preferred race and I feel bad about it (I might do a Lae'zel romance here); not to mention all the origins I haven't done yet...

#God I love them so much #Tav #BG3 Tav #The Dark Urge #Durge #OC: Tabitha Swallowsong #OC: Thea Kilvex #OC: Akanis Rozes #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #Fae's Stuff #Fae's OCs

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Do you have any theories for the stills of TK looking put out and Carlos and Detective Washington in a hospital waiting room?

The fact the Detective is there makes me think it's related to a case rather than personal, and Rafa had hinted we would see more police work for him. Also, while he's tense, her expression doesn't match 'my co-worker is risking to lose his fiancé/father etc'. And also why would she be there waiting for him if that was the case, they're not friends?

For TK, he doesn't look sad like he's thinking about Gwyn or something (which was my first thought) but maybe this is sort of an aftermath of that and he's about to decide to go back to temple.

These are just my 2 cents, I'm interested in hearing yours 😊

I am happy we are getting Det. Washington, I am not ready for Det. Grier to come back any time soon.

I do find it interesting that both detectives we know by name are in Missing persons. Which would be something that Carlos would be/is pretty passionate about. Something has been shown to go beyond his job to get to the bottom of, like with the girl in 3x05 & more recently with Iris.

There was that pic that was posted a while ago of a ranger hat, under somewhat ominous circumstances, so there is always a possibility that this pic could be connected to that, but I would think it would be the Rangers looking into anything with Gabriel over APD, so I am not 100% on that.

Another theory in my head is that they are working a case like 3x05 together again, which would probably make more sense.

Rafa did say that we would be seeing more of Carlos at work and there would be both drama & fun. This looks like the drama portion - or at least the fallout of it.

He doesn't look worried to me, so much as contemplative. Both Carlos and the Det. look like they are having a conversation and she kinda looks like she is encouraging or trying to get him to see something.

There is a piece of me that thinks there is a part of Carlos that is struggling with trusting his instincts right now. We saw him correctly follow his instincts on multiple occasions, even still doing so (to a point) in 4x03 looking into what Iris had told him about her abductor. But this time, his instincts almost got him killed, so I wonder if that will be something that comes up.

I am 50/50 on this being TK sad about his mom missing their wedding and him just trying to get through the chaos of getting married with his father and almost mother-in-law driving them nuts.

I do think we will get more mentions of Gwyn the closer we get to the wedding, so there is a real good chance this could have something to do with that. I am not so sure that they will go with a religious storyline, it seems like that coma talk with Gwyn last season was a bit of a throwaway line, but I wouldn't be upset if they did go that route.

I kind of see TK as more of a secondary character this season, similar to how Carlos has been in the previous ones. Not saying we aren't getting amazing TK content - but I think that we will be getting mostly work & Tarlos TK (like we got work & Tarlos Carlos before).

I think a lot of TK's job this season is to help others (Carlos & Owen) work on their stuff - which finally!!! Ronen did say that this season is stressful for TK, which considering what we have seen so far & know what is coming - this pic definitely shows that.

Only two more days til 4x08...then another week til 4x09. They are really keeping us guessing this season.

#Valerileygreen #Asks #911 lone star season 4 speculation #tk strand #carlos reyes

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glasyasbutch · 8 months

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playlist: hyssop (B-side)

10 years gone, all that's left is the knowledge that he was something great and powerful wielded by the hand of a woman even greater and more powerful

link to playlist on spotify

link to A-side post

1. Real Love Song (Alternative Version) by Nothing But Thieves

This is a dark song, real dark / Feral tear off your skin to the bone dark / I'll drink myself to death dark / Do anything to feel your breath on my neck dark

I wanted this entire playlist to have a sort of otherworldly, not quite right vibe to it, which is why I picked out this alt version with the weird fading instrumentals instead of the original.

As for the song in particular, this was the first one for the Forgotten playlist and I picked out because it has such a sense of desperate devotion. While I don't think that he ever had romantic feelings for Springwane, I like to imagine there was a kind of obsessive fealty. Like he would have done Anything if she asked, he didn't know how to think of himself if it wasn't in relation to her and what she needed from him, and he only wanted for her to recognize how truly committed he was.

2. Carrion Comfort by aeseaes

Bleeding a blundering mess / Beetles and worms in his chest / Sorry seeder, bottom feeder / Nipping at what ankle's left / All you wanted was a little taste / Won't let a single sinew go to waste

I really wanted a song that would get across the violence and destruction of the forest, the way it tears itself apart endlessly even without the Hunt in it. Those qualities have always enthralled and perhaps even inspired Hyssop, and this is a tribute to how the ranger fed the barbarian if you will.

3. Protect and Defend by Stuart Roslyn, Matt Founding, and Audiomachine

Another instrumental piece as a fight scene soundtrack, complement to Nemesis from A-side. While the other one is more cinematic and bold, this one's a bit more creeping and sinister for those good Unseelie vibes. Also the title is a bit of icing on the cake given that it's for his time as a court warrior.

4. The Howling by Within Temptation

We've been searching all night long / But there's no trace to be found / It's like they all have vanished / But I know they're around / I feel they're getting closer / Their howls are sending chills down my spine

Within Temptation sister song for Faster from A-side.

I know y'all really cute-ified the dogs but have you thought about how fucking terrifying it would be to get attacked by a pack of ghost dogs. POV you're getting fucking murdered by the floating top half of a wolf.

5. Wild Hunt by Alexander James Adams

Come, join the hunt for the fox running fast / We will ride in the front, you will take up the last / Through the night and the cold, through the mist without rest / Cursed by magic of old, you will never be blessed / Come and ride!

DM's pick.

6. Midnight by Radical Face

And I sank my teeth into your ribs / And drew out the blood that had turned on you / And left you to find your way back home

The literal meaning of this song is about a forest witch who cures a kid with leukemia and then has to skip town so they don't hunt her down and kill her. But I think maybe it could also be about an Unseelie queen taking in a lost young man desperate to be something and making him anew in her perfect violent image and then abandoning him.

#hyssop #playlists

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anzhin-the-starman · 1 year

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Daily Writing Challenge: Day 3 - Mortality

[This lore is a part of Anzhin's story during the three-year peacetime after leaving the Shadowlands, sometime near the end of year three.]

TW: Depression, a quote of Foul Language/Suggestiveness, sudden Violence

A half-elf, bleary from sleep, wanders to the vanity beside his wardrobe. The growing brightness from enchanted lights is hidden by a scrim parting the room, keeping the shine from his lover still asleep in the mountains of cushions and fabrics that made his bed. On mornings like these, he looks a bit closer to his true age, especially when the glow catches the silvering strands of his hair.

'Has it really only been three years?' His thoughts whisper to him. 'Has it been three years since I lost my purpose? My job? My soul song?' He looks to one of many pictures and pieces of memory on the board on the wall cradling the vanity, the picture of Velathra and him at his last performance from three years past. 'I haven't sung with her since... We finally came up with a name for our partnership and we only used it once. She must be so disappointed in me.'

He puts a hand on his neck, looking at his sad reflection in the mirror. Even thinking to sing now makes his throat tight. Who is he? He's not a Diplomat for the Court of Night anymore, that job ended when mortals' meddling in the Shadowlands ended. He's not Starman, the singer has been silent for three long years, perhaps for forever.

Who is he? Who is Anzhin?

A half-elf that lost his meaning.

The self-loathing loop is broken by a gentle touch that gives him a start.

"Hey, babe... Are you okay?" Alathase whispers softly, draping his form over Anzhin, arms looping around the half-elf's neck. The cornsilk blond is so effortlessly pretty, petal-soft lips pressing to his boyfriend's cheek. "You look a little lost there... I'll make some tea, would you like that?"

Anzhin gives a demure nod, his voice barely above a hoarse croak. "Yes, please..."

Alathase nods in turn, slowly pulling himself away, but before he could get too far-- "What are your plans for today?" Anzhin asks, having turned and taken his hand. The Ranger smiles brightly in response. "Well, I was thinking I'd run some errands and spend some time with Evie tonight~ It's so rare our schedules actually work, you know?"

Anzhin nods, he understands. A smile even crosses his lips. Many of his partners are polyamorous themselves, and if they aren't, they understand that he himself certainly is. It's a comfort.

As Alathase disappears to the kitchen, Anzhin returns to looking at the vanity. His gaze fixes on those grey streaks again, pulling him back into the many thoughts that rattle in his mind. Such a change these simple strands bring into many of the relationships he has.

He has seen the fear in Zae'thas' gaze, the knowledge that the half-elf isn't as ageless as he is. He has also seen the so-calm sadness in Kelazen's face, understanding the passage of time, and the subtle concern in Vastherion's brow, the reminder that Anzhin is so very mortal. He's watched the panic in Allorian's face, the start of a desperate search for any sort of way to bargain with Death for him.

Jiroki's pity is rather visible to him, but he's assured himself that that is due to the trials and tribulations he's been going through to find his inner voice again while working with the Tarts.

Velathra, Velandrian, and Caythaes are rather unreadable about it, as their nature makes them nigh-immortal, and they know that anyone that isn't like them will age and die an eternity before they ever do. They are still quick to comfort him when the weight of his limited mortality bears down on him.

Aerien is indifferent to Anzhin's aging, finding it to be a rather minor detail. Alathase finds his 'graceful aging' to be especially attractive, saying, quote, "When all of this goes silver, I'm going to let you fuck me for a straight week."

It's a very wide range of emotions to deal with and comprehend. And there are still so many that he has yet to gauge a reaction from.

So, he sits. Pondering. With the help of a touch of illusion magic, he experiments. Different colors, with or without stubble, or a beard, maybe?

All ginger... It doesn't match his tired face anymore. It just looks like a man trying too desperately to cling to his youth. Away it goes.

Blond? Definitely doesn't match. Only for use with his Gremlin King costume.

He takes a breath... tries full silver. He grimaces, tinting his stubble to silver as well. It's... questionable. He tries a beard with it.

CRASH!!! The mirror shatters, a fist coated and embedded with shards of glass, the illusion gone.

Alathase rushes in with a worried noise, finding his boyfriend taking panicked breath and trembling, cradling a bloodied mess of a hand. "Ani, w-what?" He gently pulls him to stand, trying to bring him out of this shock-state. "Come on, where do you keep your first aid kit?" He could ask what happened later, once everything is calm again.

~ @daily-writing-challenge

Mentions and Credits: Alathase Zae'thas and Kelazen @jessephantomhive Vastherion @danedrawn Allorian Jiroki @bread-elf Velathra and Velandrian @dragonsiblings Caythaes @mekandawn Aerien @thecastcompany

#Storied Lore #DWC 1122

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karltface · 1 year

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Oddball mystery box!

Back in the day, we didn't have no interwebs. If we wanted to meet fellow geeks, we'd do it through fan clubs, and ads in nerdy magazines. Trade and sale by mail was the order of the day. It was a dark time, but there was something about bartering toys back and forth that.... it just hits different. And I've managed to strike up just such a relationship with an eBay seller!

We exchange boxes of crap a few times a year, collaborating to an extent, but also throwing in lots of surprises. Now that I'm covering mystery boxes on the regular, I think it's high time I started including these.

We'll start with Slithe. I'm not a huge fan of Thundercats, but this guy is still a favorite because he captures the Rankin-Bass animation style remarkably well. He's just got that look about him, y'know? Nobody drew wretched lizardfolk quite like Rankin-Bass. And the sculpting here outshines the rest of the line besides. Just a stellar piece all around, even without his axe.

Speaking of accessories- well, I'll get to that in a second. Here's Dr. Killemoff and a Radiation Ranger, from Toxic Crusaders. Rambo and Robocop may have been oddly adult properties to base cartoons on, but the Toxic Avenger? That's some next level shit. It was one of those environmentally conscious 'toons too, which is doubly hilarious in context.

Anyway, Doc here is an alien cockroach monster out to pollute the planet beyond repair, like we needed any help doing that. He's short his backpack and belt, but as a base figure, he's not a bad specimen. The Ranger (evil mooks) is damn near pristine.

I bring up accessories because this box nearly finishes out my Bonehead. Basically the leader of the punks that accidentally created Toxie in the first place, the 'toon has him subsequently crashing his bike into a barrel of acid rain, withering into a near-skeletal horror with a powerful grudge. Mine had only the gas mask, and now he's a knife away from completion. Yay!

Here's a couple of fun little guys: an evil soldier from Air Raiders, and the snake dude from Dino Riders.

Air Raiders is a strange little property, revolving around air-powered missiles and a sort of 70s sci-fi periodical aesthetic. Distant planet, unsafe atmosphere, air supply controlled by totalitarian government, etc. Y'know what, this guy needs visual context.

There we go. The vehicle isn't quite complete, but yeah. Lots of swooping curves and rubber-tipped missiles. The heroes are looking pretty screwed here. I should track down something for them to ride on, at least.

Dino Riders, I've covered before, but the quick and dirty is that anthro aliens are fighting future humans on prehistoric earth, and they've kitted out a bunch of dinosaurs with armor and weapons. Simply amazing.

Moving on, we have a wonderful surprise in the form of Burnheart's shield and... well, flamethrower. Tonka's Supernaturals mostly stuck with a medieval theme, but the evil knight totally had a weirdly futuristic weapon.

I don't pretend to understand that, but he's the only villain I don't have, and this will save me a fair bit of money. Also, my Leech now has his crossbow, and there's another gun for the parts bin.

Speaking of the parts bin, there's a decent pile of sci-fi bits in here. Most I recognize from Transformers, others are less certain. The biggest surprise is 3/4 of a sprue of Morph-o-Droid guns. Now that's a deep cut. I'd literally never heard of them until I texted the guy wondering what the hell some of this was, but it turns out I did in fact own a secondhand one as a kid. And now I'm half compelled to find another. Dammit.

This wasn't the most exciting breakdown for general audiences, I'm sure, but it made my week on this end. Hooray for old-school toy trades!

#toys #vintage toys #mystery box

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strawberrystreamfields · 1 year

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Carolina's Journal Log Day 2:

We woke up bright and early today. Rosedawn and I soon found ourselves back in the Winter Village, eager to continue exploring the snowy, magical place. As if the chilly air hadn't already done so, we took a lap around the frozen lake at a walking pace, just taking in all of the sights once again, the aurora illuminating the sky above us. I wonder if there are any spirits there.

During our walk, we found the deer family from yesterday again! They appeared to be in the middle of inspecting a campsite someone had left unattended. They heard us coming so they were watching the two of us, prepared to flee if necessary. Hopefully, we'll encounter them again tomorrow!

Rosedawn took us up a small slope, at the top of which we found a Capran who introduced themselves as Alaska Jones. Alaska mentioned an Oklahoma Jones, too. How many people on and around Jorvik are named (some state) Jones?! Next thing you know, we'll meet a Georgia Jones. Seems the like archeology occupation is a common occupation among people (and Caprans) of the Jones family, though.

While riding over to a frozen pond to help Alaska with a potential piece of lost treasure, I looked up to see a snowy owl swoop past. I couldn't see where it went, but I did catch another beautiful glimpse of the sky. The lights looked as though they were being painted across the dark sky, illuminating everything in a slight cool glow.

After helping Alaska find some of the lost treasure, Rosedawn and I spotted a waddle of penguins. We tried to imitate them by sliding across the ice, though most of them didn't to be all that impressed by our antics. We were getting quite cold, so we headed over to warm ourselves by a nearby fire. Perhaps I should've brought a warmer hat. Then again, it'd be a hassle to head back and grab a hat, and I don't think I own one that'd match.

Walking around a bit more, we found a spot being watched over by a couple of Jorvik Rangers. It turned out they were offering some shelter and food for the little arctic foxes, which were extremely friendly. Given the fact that everyone around here seems to not be bothered by them or avidly dislike them, they probably never had to learn to run away from humans. One even let me pet her! Afterward, we headed to the main square of the village, walking past a massive, fully decorated tree. If didn't think it was the holiday season before, now I definitely do!

While in the village, I asked one of the residents if there was anything they recommended doing, and they told me that there was a hilltop with telescopes and star maps open to everyone. Of course, that was all we needed to hear to head to the ridge pointed out by the locals, where there most certainly was a community stargazing area. I looked at star maps for a while before looking through one of the telescopes, spotting a few constellations. Most prominently, I saw "The Adventurer," a constellation indicating that someone doesn't see a mountain too high, a valley too low, or a forest too dense to traverse. I suppose I joined the Jorvik Rangers for that quest into the Wildwoods for a reason, huh? I could've spent hours upon hours up there, but it was quite cold and Rosedawn was getting a bit bored.

We went back down the hill, and as we headed back to the village, I spotted a familiar ledge. It was the one that that magical, shimmering pathway had appeared from yesterday. Rosedawn and I stepped onto it again, wondering if the pathway would once more materialize. No dice. Maybe it was just some sort of rare occurrence, or maybe it only happened under very specific circumstances/conditions. Who knows? Nevertheless, we headed up the ice ramp, and as we walked, the lights seemed more beautiful than ever. Maybe it was because we were close to them? Either way, they're mystifying.

Just when I thought I must've seen all the weird stuff that had appeared courtesy of this out-of-nowhere freak blizzard, I was proven wrong. We ran into a massive straw goat with 3 smaller straw goats while going for a relaxing ride across South Hoof. That was... an interesting experience, to say the least.

After the whole goat debacle, we kept to our course towards New Hillcrest. I could see Fort Maria in the distance, and the massive stones of the Stonehenge-like structure were powdered with snow. The wild horses passed close by, too. If anything, I'd recommend they go see if the Hermit has some food for them.

Our travels finally brought us to New Hillcrest Stables. The water looked like a clear midsummer sky against the bright white of snow. We stopped to talk with Ginny briefly, mostly about how everyone was holding up after the blizzard. Thankfully, no one had been hurt or trapped, mostly just cold.

Our final stop for the day took us to Fort Maria. I checked a couple of the books, though there wasn't anything that suggested something out of the ordinary about this blizzard. It most likely wasn't magically induced, just out of the ordinary. We rode through the frozen cornfields, setting a course for home.

#long post #star stable spoilers #sso spoilers #just in case #ssoblr #star stable #star stable online #horse: rosedawn #update on the notebook: i bought one. this is where the fun begins #arrow's typewriter

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sleepthinks · 6 months

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Had a bad dream that went on for a bit, and since dreams were why i made this blog in the first place, hopefully getting this out of my head and onto a post will resolve me of this burden.

The first dream last night i dont remember yet, but i know it was about high school and i was relieved to wake up and not have to go through it anymore

The second dream starts off with me going to a bridal shower with my stepmother (who ive been no contact with for nearly 20 years)

As we wait for the food to be ready (indian? I've never had indian irl) the host had a bag of assorted toys for me to look through (lego pieces and figures)

I happily went to sorting the lego pieces out (rather than have to see my stepmother) and the longer i went through the bag, the cooler stuff the host seemed to have. (old star wars lego mini figures including droids and aliens, THEN they had some rare, still in packaging power rangers figures, the whole OG set)

Each new discovery was better than the last so i HAD to keep digging. I didnt know the host (or her fiance) but with toys like these i have NO idea how she was connected to my stepmonster.

Eager to find the next hidden prize, i opened a bag they had stashed underneath their coffee table to find... Another bag? Kinda weird. But this second bag had multiple pockets and zippers. Inside the first pocket was a small tent rolled up? The second pocket had dark red leather gloves. The third pocket had some sort of metal attachment or armor of some kind? At this point i am thoroughly disturbed and have this awful dread setting in. I thought i was finding cool exciting treasures but the tone of the dream has changed and now i know ive come across something secret and dark.

I join the rest of the bridal shower at a dinner table as they line up to get scoops of indian food (again, idk how this is in my dream, i havent really had indian food irl)

Listening to the strangers around the table talk, i begin to suspect that the host and her fiance are into ttrpgs, things like Dungeons and Dragons, and they joke about going so far as wearing costumes, but the dread inside me grows deeper. Remember im being dragged along to this event by my stepmother, who is the type of Feisty-Christ-y that would consider things like D&D and Harry Potter to be witchcraft and therefore satanic and evil. Im so uncomfortable in the dream im dying to evaporate on the spot rather than be associated with this woman.

Just then, the host woman's fiance makes a surprise appearance (do grooms go to bridal showers? Idk) and as he's greeting the other women gathered there, his eyes scan over me and i instantly know he knows i know and he's PISSED

*Something happens here i dont quite remember. I think my first alarm goes off to wake me up and i smash snooze on that bitch*

Now in the dream I'm outside somewhere i do not recognize. I'm on a town street, with business buildings on either side. The side im on has a white building with blue trim and a sign on top that says "Biggest Lies." The building directly across from it has a red trim and sign that reads "Littlest Lies." In the dream it is known (by dream logic/knowledge) that these are government buildings. Next to the Biggest Lies building is a sort of petting zoo, but in place of animals the yard just has the melted wreckages of various different vehicles.

Searching around the wreckage sites i pick up a small hatchet, thats completely gold. Instead of a smooth, rounded handle, the hatchet has a groove down the grip, like something else is supposed to slot into it somehow.

Slowly cruising down through the street in between the buildings are several large cars, maybe on parade? They are decorated in signs and tinsel and flags. All of these cars/trucks are on large wheels and the drivers are men with cowboy hats and sunglasses and clean white suits.

I don't understand what this parade is about, like what political stance they are trying to exclaim, or what the reason for their celebration is, but i know that this hatchet is how i need to defend myself from these people.

I cross the street into a building next to the Littlest Lies building. Even though this building looks like a store front, once you get inside you are met with a solid, blank wall. Turning almost completely around i notice a small, narrow stairway that winds up and around itself leading up to a second floor. As i climb the stairs the wall has these large thin gold plates, almost like tapestries, stretching from floor to ceiling. These panels are engraved, but in a language i cant read.

The stairs lead up to the second floor landing with a room that's even smaller than the entryway on the first floor. This room has even more of the gold panels on the walls, but instead of being neatly spaced along the stairwell, they are plastered haphazardly all over the walls of the room. In the middle of the floor there is a small altar with dying candles in a circle on the floor. On top of this altar is a small, palm sized golden puck. Its like a small circle with smaller circles stacked on top, like a wedding cake, but could fit in your hand and is only 2-3 inches high. Obviously i pick up this mystical treasure, even though the room I'm in feels like a ritual space of a crazy person. The underside of this puck has a silver circle that feels almost magnetic. Making my way back down the stairs i throw the puck into the golden panels. The dream logic was if i could knock one of these panels off the wall, perhaps there would be a passage i could continue down rather than go back outside to the parade of hostile people.

Having no luck and nowhere else to go, i have to return to the street parade that is now even more agitated. They've set some more of their cars on fire, leaving more melted carcasses along the street.

Fearing for my life, but also afraid that these people will take the hatchet or golden puck from me, i grip the small relic tight and the pointed end digs into my palm. Like a spring loaded toilet paper holder, the object pushes back against my grip and then extends way out, creating a nearly meter long rod thats end is now a sharp point. Like the hatchet, this rod also has an uneven shaft, like it's been split in two and has another piece that would slide into it.

Using my new spear-like weapon, i start stabbing the tires of the remaining cars in the parade. The strange people were aggravated before, and now they are murderous. Not willing to go down without a fight, i brandish both of my golden weapons at the crowd closing in around me.

*my alarm goes off again. I've been saved from this nightmare but my mind is still fully pulled back into the dream, this cycle repeats several times, with a different reality each time*

Eventually I'm back at the bridal party but this time I'm separated from the women from earlier and on the opposite side of the house. The groom from before- (lets give him a name. Ivan? Ivan sounds like a murderer right?) - ivan has recruited three of his friends to show up and these men are confronting me with the same murderous intent of the crowd from the parade. I discover the truth: Ivan has a sinister power, to transport his group into the different realities they play "D&D" in. But his group is sadistic and cruel and any dimension they move to they treat horribly. They murder and rob everyone they come across because they know in their own world they wont face consequences. But now that i know their secret, they cant let me leave and risk that i would expose them as the awful people they are. One of Ivan's buddies seems to hesitate about murdering a child. (lets give this guy a name too. Don? Don seems fine.) Ivan reaches out and places a hand on Don's shoulder. Still glaring at me, he whispers his spell and shoves his friend to the side. Don's eyes roll to the back of his head as he screams and falls to his knees. Before he can hit the ground, his body disappates into whatever dimension Ivan called him to.

Frantic again I turn and run, but im stuck in a house im unfamiliar with and im outnumbered. Panicking as i move through the hallway, I'm holding onto the wall to keep my scared self from falling. As i round a corner, the wall i was clutching splinters apart and I'm left holding a new relic. This one is long and wooden, with a wide, curved end like the stock of a rifle. Unfortunately the other end doesnt have a gun, it just ends with the same notched grooves that the previous weapons had. WHAT am i supposed to slot into these??

I don't remember what happened next. At one point i find another wooden piece that threads onto the wooden stock like a silencer/barrel, but theres still no actual gun pieces.

Eventually my final alarm goes off and i have to drag myself to work. But all morning i cant shake the feelings of dread and fear that were so strong in the dreams

#dreams #sleep #sleepthinks #nightmares

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desertleviathan · 2 years

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FFXIV New Job ideas

I've been speculating a bit about what future jobs might find their way into FFXIV. They've said they're probably going to be inventing new things more so than drawing on past games for inspiration, so here are a few ideas I've had that are either new-ish, or else draw on concepts found in FFXIV itself.

So first, let's get out of the way stuff I don't think we'll ever see. The appearance of Thief, Necromancer, and Berserker in the Heroes Gauntlet was, I think, them giving a nod to ideas they once had for other branching jobs that would have shared a base class like Summoner and Scholar share Arcanist. Summoner and Scholar seem like they've been a huge pain in the ass for them to develop, and the shared origin probably contributes to the frustration, so the decision not to do more of that was probably wise.

For the same reason, I doubt we'll ever see a Ranger class, unless it uses guns or crossbows or something and has no ties to Archer.

I don't think we'll ever see Beastmaster, because pet jobs are a pain in the ass. I do suspect they were considering it at some point during the development of the Bozja storyline, probably as a Limited Job like Blue Mage, but I would bet that's been set aside with no intention to return to it. Even if the probable timeline for attempting it hadn't crashed right into Pandemic time, I think it would have been a longshot to see it go live. Again, pet jobs are awful to make work right.

Geomancer, Time Mage, Oracle, and Gambler all kind of get gobbled up by Astrologian, which is the Frankenstein's Monster of job concepts, made of a bunch of little pieces of everything else stitched together. To the extent that a school of "Green Magic" has ever really been a distinct thing, I think Astrologian gobbles it up as well because its functions tended to be associated with the listed classes. Also, Time Magic in particular stands out as something we'll probably never see, because Haste has proven anathema to scalable combat balance every time it's been introduced.

Mystic Knight/Rune Knight/Runeblade/Rune Fencer/Spell Fencer maybe has a chance, but as you can see from the names is hasn't got a super clear brand identity in prior games. If it appears, I don't expect it to be particularly similar to the FF11 Rune Fencer.

Chemist... I think was planned at some point, and that little name drop with the kids in the Crystarium was intentional foreshadowing, but through several iterations of planning it morphed into Sage. A lot of Sage power names sound like they would have been good Chemist power names. Then again, so do a lot of names from the other three healers.

Now, on to the ideas I've had:

MAGITEK KNIGHT

I think it's safe to say the story is probably going to take us back into the Void. You know who has some expertise on going to the Void longer than recommended and coming back alive? You know who also has a big cool magitek hammer that they inexplicably never let us use as a glam for Warriors? And you know who would be thrilled if the Warrior of Light came to him for advice instead of visiting Garlond for once?

Nero!!!

The Magitek Knight is the melee counterpart of the Machinist, swinging a great big hammer (or oversized wrench or whatever other elaborate tool can also double as a bludgeon) and backing it up with a bunch of doodads and little robots and crap. Also their AF armor looks like Final Fantasy Iron Man. It could be a Tank, or it could be a Strength-based DPS (probably sharing Maiming armor), either variant is real easy to imagine.

CRUSADER

So I was thinking about how Ninja is now the only job with an armor set all to itself. The Crusader is a concept that grew out of inventing another Dex-based Melee job but also giving it ties to the Void. A hidden faction of demon hunters, some of whom pursue bounties even beyond Voidgates. They shield themselves with Light to resist the corrupting influence of Dark Aether, so wind up being kind of sort of similar to Paladin in the way that Dark Knight and Reaper are kind of sort of similar (but not really). I'd stop short of having them actually command Sin Eater inspired powers in any way, because I don't want them to be just bright mirrors of Reapers, but that aesthetic might find its way into their powers as a reflection of what ultra high concentrations of Light look like.

For a weapon, I'm thinking dual-bladed staves, because those are always fun and flashy even if they're impractical in real life. And then some of the weapon variants could just be more traditional blunt poles, why not, damage type hasn't really mattered in ages beyond magical/nonmagical. I could also imagine it using a whip, but that would be a little too Castlevania with the demon hunting holy guy angle, and also soft weapons are a huge hassle to animate so I doubt we'll ever get a whip job.

Also, by the way, when we figure out how to crack open the door to the First for everyone and Ryne re-joins the Scions full-time, this is how she fights now.

ESPER

An Int-based Caster DPS built around innate psychic phenomena rather than learned spells. As such, it may take a page from some of the new PvP abilities with cast bars that still let you move at half speed while you cast. It would also have an overdrive power that makes you hover in the air briefly, surrounded by an aura of unleashed psychic power, and removes all movement restrictions from your stuff while active.

Weapon would be some kind of Focus item, just a little trinket you hold in your hands that hovers in front of/around you while you cast. Maybe this one is a crystal orb, and that one is an adorable stuffed mandragora, and the next one if a singularity of pure aether. I would personally want it to be taught by one of the Ea in Ultima Thule and have an element of being linked to Dynamis, but I think the decision to put all the trainers for post-Heavensward new jobs in the three starting cities, so I'd probably figure out something else.

(UNNAMED DYNAMIS HEALER)

All the healers we have are fairly refined, dare I say even Scientific. All of them have an element of cultural legitimacy - it would not be out of the question to open up a medical practice as a White Mage, Scholar, Sage, or Astrologian, although each style would be received better closer to its place of origin obviously, and the Scholars would have an uphill fight since they're reviving a lost tradition. I'd like something a little more feral, a little less calculated. A healer who uses the power of raw emotion, focused through Dynamis, perhaps. Then again, I don't know how much the devs want to make that a plot point going forward, and they wouldn't want a questline in the starting city to spoil things for Endwalker, so probably if there was a Dynamis connection it wouldn't become apparent until late in their job quests.

I don't know, this isn't as refined a concept as the others, I just have this mental picture of a character weaving the literal power of love and friendship into healing, or sculpting their anger into damage buffs for their allies, and also wielding like one-handed clubs and hammers and stuff while they cast with the other hand, with a handful of high-risk high-reward Melee strikes that yield big healing numbers if you step up and smack the boss. With AF that's like raggedy furs to contrast with all the other very well put-together healers. The caveman imagery comes from the fact that it's the oldest style of Healing Magic ever found, recovered from a job stone that predates several Umbral Calamities... maybe even all of them! A set of techniques that the earliest inhabitants of the post-Sundering Etherys cobbled together while they were trying to adapt to their dramatically changed circumstances.

#FFXIV #FF14 #Final Fantasy XIV #Final Fantasy 14 #New Job ideas #Completely unverified speculation

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prof-peach · 3 years

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if fans wanted to include peach in stuff they write, would that be okay? and how would they write peach's personality? aside from "FIGHT ME" anyway, i think that much is a given lol. i only really write the anime characters 'cause that's what i know, but it sounds like it'd be kinda fun to try making a version of ash that fits into this blog's universe! nerf'd Obviously, but i think she'd probably appreciate how hands-on he gets when training his pokemon!

Ok, I get a lot of these messages, and I often hear folks wanting to throw peach into their stories and comics and writings, and I will always simply ask that if it’s published online publicly, to be linked to it so I can snoop and enjoy the content too. If someone asks about her in your work, let them know about the blog I guess? But literally I love that people take this stuff, these characters and stories, and make new stuff with it. No ones making money off my work here? So where’s the issue? Go for it buddy, knock yourself out, I’m all for it.

For you, and all the others out there who want to add peach, and other characters to your world building, I will give you a detailed rundown of the main lot, and how they behave, what they do, how they function. You can use that, use bits, or use none of it, I do not mind at all. If you’re creating something, you’re in control, not me.

So, peach doesn’t actually fight people as much as you’d think. She’s very aware most cannot and do not want to do that, and so she likes to keep to herself with regards to that aspect of her life, she doesn’t ask to spar with people, or even bring it up at all, but people ask her all the time, even if they clearly would lose or become hurt should she miscalculate during the fight. She looks at people like they usually create problems, and often has a somewhat reserved nature to other humans. You have to work quite hard to get anything more than formalities out of her. She will dead-pan handle people with blunt and very to-the-point statements, aid whenever possible, but very quickly get back to handling the Pokemon she so carefully tends. Her focus is clear, she’s all about hard work, her very small select family, and the Pokemon.

Her brutal, loud and brash personality only comes out with friends, family, difficult humans, OR any Pokemon. She will joke and laugh and play with Pokemon, but clam up around humans, maintaining tight body language and generally will be a little cold by regular standards. She does however have some weaknesses in this emotionless shield she puts up. When peach was young she was always angry, which swung so fast to sadness, back and forth. Her teenage years it just got worse and worse, it was crippling at points. She is to this day, full of fire and rage, even sadness, but now she has learnt to control it, to use it. When she sees that in others, it’s familiar, and she is pushed to drop the front, and be very real with the person. Underdogs I suppose, people who get bad reps, but deserve the same as everyone else. She can’t ignore it.

Once you start to pry open her personality, you’ll find she’s a lot more laid back and fun than originally appeared, you just have to work hard to find that side of her. She will meme reference, can’t dance to save her life, loves her coffee, and can be caught in quiet contemplation while gardening. This hobby is her calmest, and often is why she can stay so level headed when her quiet rage boils up again. Without time outside she will become grouchy, a little snippy, and lethargic. Will not go in the ocean for any reason other than life or death, is fine with ponds and rivers, or water at wading height. Likes the rain.

With regards to her training others, they usually have to tolerate her somewhat strict nature. She is a little....unforgiving, holds a grudge if you make a lot of mistakes, and has no tolerance for ignorance in the age of information that we all live in. In previous posts I’ve mentioned she’s only recently selected two students, after many years of testing kids who want to learn from her. Hundred tried out, only two have ever been approved. How she teaches is very fast paced, be prepared to get some scrapes and bruises, she will test your physical and emotional tolerances with intense tasks, carefully watching students like a hawk. Bad posture in your stance? She’ll be the first to tell you to sort it out. Not hearing your Pokemon partner? Right, now you spend the day without using words trying to communicate, let’s see how you like not being listened to.

This is a woman who has spent her life saying very little, and watching everything, she watches Pokemon and can see an issue from a mile off, and in battles, her observations are why she can react fast, and chose effective strategy to avoid damage and achieve results. Don’t let her body fool you, her strongest asset is analysing, watching, planning. Those skills have over the years transferred to people too. As a student, mistakes don’t go unnoticed with this professor.

Her methods are harsh but fair, and should you prove yourself, she will protect you with her life.

Because of her disinterest in kids and lots of noise, she does pass the training of students on to the other staff members whenever possible. Grey takes on the lions share of battle lessons, he is far calmer, more open and friendly, with patience for people, and an empathy that peach sometimes struggles to have. When you go through a lot of harsh training, and difficult events, it’s hard to change how you feel or think, with peach, well, she’s been through it. Most do not come out the other end in one piece, but she did, and it made her strong. You may think I mean strong like buff and big, and yeah sure she is, but I mean it mentally more than anything. Peach will not quit. She has learnt to destroy the boundaries that stop people getting hurt, gone is the fear that freezes you in your tracks, that feeling that you’ll pass out if you go one more step. She’s learnt to ignore it.

This means she’s a little forgetful at how it is to be normal, to be vulnerable and soft and squishy like students so usually are.

She has her issues, but for the most part, visitors get a laugh, a smile, a calm assertive confidence, and facts. She will indulge those who have genuine interest, or show a connection with nature, an understanding of the balance that needs to be struck for everyone to live well together.

Despite her many flaws, she’s fiercely protective, and will go above and beyond to defend the island, it’s staff, the Pokemon and the visitors. Injustice is her biggest gripe, along with littering, and she doesn’t stand by quietly if something happens that seems unfair.

You will not see her without Valka, her vulpix, close by. That Pokemon doesn’t like to be touched by strangers, at all, and will run the second someone comes at her with that intent. Peach will scold you for pushing yourself onto her, should you persistently try to get close to pet Val. They are in sync, if peach is sad, Val is sad, if Val is stressed, peach is stressed, and so on. They are inherently connected, it’s just been that long, the psychic bridge between them has been built, and reinforced over the years.

The only other Pokemon who follows her so endlessly is Booker, a teddiursa who’s pretty rough looking. He quietly trots behind, grouchy and stoic, they fight closely together a lot. He lost his mom a long time ago to poachers, and peach took him in, and changed her whole life for him. Not many people know, but Booker was the reason she left the rangers, changed career, and got so strong. Will tolerate people petting him but isn’t keen at all, grumbles a lot and tries to move away.

You may also need to know about the others, for the sake of writing, she here a few more bits that may be important to you, or others wanting to do this.

Grey is very tall, very burly, composed, tells bad dad jokes, is a bit of a goof if allowed to be. If he sees a pun, he’ll say it. Can’t help himself. Very nice guy to work with, good at keeping people calm and grounded. Pokemon are drawn to him like a moth to a flame, he gives off warm energy, and has inhuman amounts of patience. If you wrong his family however, he will snap back.

He grew up in the city, loves to swim and hike and cycle, can snowboard, is really sporty. A total brain box with held items, and boosting stats. He will explore many paths, to make sure visitors and students get the information they need, in a way that can be remembered and retained for later. Is a huge guy, but will get on the floor to play with a tiny Pokemon. Treats big “meaner” looking species like babies, very good with all pokemon.

His free time is spent either tinkering, swimming, or trimming his bonsai trees. This guy stares at screens a lot, so appreciates time away from them. Peach built him his own little greenhouse for his trees and tools, which he keeps clean and loves dearly.

His methods as a teacher are built around fun and games, he makes hard work easier to do by distracting trainers from the difficult bits, and focusing in on something more interesting or compelling.

His most commonly seen Pokemon would be a houndoom, Saxon, old battle veteran, retired now to herding and being a good boy. Very gentle, loves a pet.

Pari, now a fully fledged nurse, often oversees the labs front desk and pokecentre features, such as healing pokemon, and informing trainers who come to visit. Her skills with eggs and hatchlings is high, she’s great with younger Pokemon, and hands out good advice to trainers a lot. She’s not a fighter, never was, but can find any file, any study, any book, and any refrence you may need. A true bookworm, loves her romance novels, chat shows and upbeat celebrity gossip mags. Will cry at a lot of stuff, be it sad or happy.

She’s got a seriously upbeat personality, but if caught off guard or shocked, she gets a little flustered. Too much chaos will overwhelm her, but usually she’s on top of things. The years spent on the island have made her better at maintaining composure in emergencies. With lots of siblings, she’s very competent with others, and has a good ability to disarm cagey people with her jolly nature. Because of this, she can sometimes gain information from trainers that some of the more harsh professors may not have access to. Charming is a word for it.

Her partners are an eevee, and a happiny. They are quite sweet and well adjusted, the eevee gets a bit bouncy if you get it too excited.

#if you dont want to use the refs #im really cool with it #just enjoy yourself buddy #pokemon #prof.peach #peach talks #prof.grey #pari #dotaku island #dotaku staff #PLEASE #just ask me if you dont know something #or feel i missed something in what i wrote

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The Report Card – Fantasy High: The Seven Ep 1

Meet the Maidens

It is back to school baby, both for D20 and, funnily enough, myself as well (something I hope will give me more time to get the recaps out in a timely manner fingers crossed).

As I’m sure you all know if you’re reading this, this season of D20 takes place in the world of Fantasy High but with a focus on Aguefort’s OTHER most badass adventuring party who we’ve so far only seen on the sidelines, the Seven Maidens! You’ll recall, they’re made up of the seven girls who were captured by Penelope and co. to fulfill the prophecy that would let Kalvaxus rule the world freshman year. And, in fact, we start with a flashback to freshman year so let’s just jump right in.

We find our seven soon-to-be heroines chained in the Red Waste in front of what we know and they will shortly learn in Kalvaxus’ lair--a crucial part of the prophecy that was the subject of season 1. The structure of this episode is sort of like 2 rounds of introductions--first here with the maidens meeting each other for the first time and then again at home with their families a la the first episode of Freshman Year so I’ll be glossing over certain things that we’ll get to later in their second intros.

Anyway, the first two to wake up are Danielle (aka Yelle: half-elf, druid) and Zelda (satyr, barbarian as we know). Zelda is her usual, adorably nervous self in contrast to Yelle who is no less sweet but in a super chill, granola girl, fuck the system kind of way. We actually learn that Penelope had her on board with the plan for a hot second when she thought it was just “overthrow the government” but didn’t know about the “install a just as bad if not worse evil dragon overlord” part.

Ostentatia (dwarf, cleric) wakes up next and is, as Izzy--her player--describes her “Jersey Trash.”, all blinged up with jewelry that she secretly made herself and didn’t buy. She wakes up pissed and ready to bodyslam Aelwyn which are both extremely valid emotions as much as I love Aelwyn. By the way, all of the girls recognize each other as girls who go to their school but none of them are really friends though they very quickly start throwing the label around because that’s what you do when you wake up chained with 6 other people in front of a dragon’s lair in a place called the Red Waste.

Katja (half-orc, fighter) wakes up and immediately cares about nothing more than the status of her beloved horse, Cinnamon and declares that if Cinnamon dies, she’ll die. This is a fantasy world so Ostentatia and Danielle are a little concerned that might literally be true via a soul bond or something but it’s more that Katja just really, really loves that horse. Danielle tries to cast a spell to locate the horse but can’t get the somatic components quite right with her hands manacled.

They all get into a discussion about the fact that everyone for a fact knows they’re all virgins now (you know, the real issue here) and what exactly counts as “virginity” for the purposes of this prophecy (like, does second or third base count or only traditional home runs using the baseball analogy) when Penny wakes up and is, just so excited to be here gang! Penny (halfling, rogue), who is one of the girls who has been kidnapped the longest, is adorably and honestly a bit concerningly exuberant to be surrounded by all these new friends, totally disregarding the fact that they are clearly in some deep shit. Zelda mentions that Riz, her old babysitee, knows they’re kidnapped and is trying to help and she lights up.

Next up is Sam (water genasi, sorc/bard) who immediately starts thrashing to get out of her chains and, when she can’t get free, is devastated by the fact that her ex betrayed her (!?) Finally Antiope (human fighter/ranger) wakes up all out of sorts having started her growth spurt while in the crystal and also having needed to pee right before she went in which becomes a problem all over herself (which Sam helpfully cantrips away).

With all of them awake, the stones they’re chained to light up and some of Kalvaxus’ minions (the ones who tied them up) show up to do minion speechifying. Yelle does a horrifying Animorph style morph into a waterbear (a tardigrade if you wanna get all Bio 101) to get out of her bonds but then Sam who has a serious one track mind re: getting out of here (Correct) and has exactly zero patience for these guys casts Tidal Wave and just knocks them off the cliff. Yelle frees Ostentatia who frees everyone else with Animate Object on their chains. Hands free, Yelle also casts Locate Animal and tells a very pleased Katja that Cinnamon is doing a full Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron down the highway searching for her.

The girls decide to explore the cave which has recently had most of its treasure moved (it’s currently in the gym for the Prompocolypse fight which is currently happening). Penny and Sam (who are in insanely different emotional places) find all these broken mirrors which Sam takes as a cue that they need to GTFO (which is what she was already doing) and Penny thinks would make a great material for friendship bracelet making which she starts doing as Sam physically pulls her away. Sam hears someone doing post-cry sniffles and is like, “Not today Satan,” still trying to leave. However, Penny sees that there is one mirror left and, inside, sees a ethereal looking human with flowing, preternatural, black hair who senses their presence and asks if Penny is someone named Anima. She asks for their names though she declines to give hers (hmm, feels very fae) and the girls give the fake names of Kelly and Cecelia which the figure says she will guard and not misuse. The figure says she is looking for her sisters (who she says when Penny asks are at Aguefort which...hmmmmm) and, all of a sudden, Sam and Penny are having a bad feeling about those mirror shards.

They ask her a question about the mirror and she gets really aggro when it’s referred to as “her” mirror as she would very much like to be out of it. The woman really wants to get out and says she can give them lots of power if they help. Sam pulls out her compact Mirror of the Past (magic item that does basically what you’d expect--shows you info from something’s past though in a cryptic way usually) to try and get some info on this thing and just barely avoids losing her mind in the process because this thing is ancient. Like eons old. She also learns the woman’s name (or maybe title): The Ending of Things (will be calling her Ending for now).

Yikes!

Right around now the other girls come in and can see at the angle they’re looking at her at the woman in the mirror is Not Really A Person and Antiope points at her and reflexively casts a ranger sense spell to try and clock its weaknesses and stuff but Ending grabs the spell energy like a lasso and tries to drag her into the mirror. She does however find out that she’s stacked with hella resistances (total immunity to necrotic damage and non-maj weapons, resistance to most elemental damage, and more).

Sam briefly considers using Lightning Lure to pull Antiope back before deciding on a much less ouchy Counterspell. Unfortunately, it’s not strong enough and now she’s being pulled in by her spell energy too. Yelle casts Erupting Earth which has some pros and cons.

Pros: Antiope and Sam are saved! Yay!

Cons: The mirror breaks and whatever was in it is fully freed. Not yay!

Shortly after (but not before Penny gives everyone their new friendship bracelets), someone calls into the cave looking for them--it’s Fig’s mom, Sandra-Lynn (with new art)! She’s happy and impressed that everyone is OK (also, Katja and Sam both have little lines that foreshadow their ~parental issues~ for the season--Katja being very moved by the simple act of Sandra-Lynn showing up for them and Sam saying that in her experience moms can be very evil).

As they all leave the cave, they all do checks and get some info:

Ostentatia: The mirror was kinda like a palimpsest (the crystals they were trapped in) and whatever this thing is is ancient and powerful.

Yelle: Gets the above info and the fact that when the thing left it wasn’t quite a bad vibe, just the vibe that something big and important is at play.

Penny: On an Arcana check she knows that what Danielle did 100% saved Antiope and Sam’s lives from whatever and wherever was on the either side of the mirror but the contact marked them in some way.

Katja: With History she sees some Primordial writing which is the writing of elementals (one of the things Ending has resistances to which might be relevant; also Sam reads Primordial but doesn’t get to read what it says)

Antiope: She knows that she and Sam are connected to Ending now somehow but it’s a two way connection which means they can also use it to their advantage.

Ostentatia casts Mending on the mirror shards which I think was to reconstruct the mirror but what it actually does is someone link their friendship bracelets. Cute!

And, with that, we cut to the present a year and a half later (which is Jr or Sr year for everyone).

We hop from kid to kid as they get ready to head in to school and get glimpses into their homes lives! Let’s do a quick rundown for each girl:

Antiope Jones

We see that Antiope is the youngest of five in what is essentially a military family full of basically every kind of fighter (she says she basically lives in a “Crossfit box”). There’s an 8 year gap between her and her sister Corsica who is the second youngest so her parents are kind of already living like empty nesters. When she comes downstairs she is promptly handed a protein smoothie and told two pieces of info: (1) from Corsica she learns that she overheard at school --where she teaches--that Aguefort needs to talk to her for some reason but she won’t say why which annoys the crap out of Antiope and (2) her parents lined up an internship for her at the Ministry of Adventure. She and her mom verbally spar a bit about them being all up in her life and how stressed she is and how she likes what she has going now with the Seven but her mom wins ofc because she’s a Mom and also a master tactician with a deft hand for loving mom guilt. On the way to school her bros (who include a gunslinger and an eldritch knight cause they run the whole gamut of fighter classes) Facetime her like, “Yikes Ant, heard about what happened with Mom, this is why you don’t fight her lmao.”

Sam Nightingale

This is a heavy one so strap in.

We check in with Sam who isn’t at her own family’s home but at Penelope’s family home which is off the bat eyebrow raising. It’s an upper middle class house and, on the way down, she has to pass Penelope’s bedroom which is conspicuously empty. Downstairs she’s greeted by Penelope’s human mom Rebecca who she learns is moving out soon because her elf husband is both cheating on her while away in Falinel and starting the divorce process. Sam clearly sees Penelope’s mom as a surrogate mom (for reasons we’ll learn in a second) and goes full ride or die assuring her that her ass is better than the ass of the woman he’s cheating with and offering to help burn his stuff even though drowning is more her specialty (she’s so cool). She also is a little stricken at the thought of Rebecca leaving her in the house alone but Rebecca says she can come with if she wants, she just didn’t want to disrupt her school life.

She also tells Rebecca that her bio-mom called recently which immediately sets Sam off. Through the convo we learn a couple of things:

Sam used to be an actor it seems.

And it seems like she was kicked out of the house after she transitioned or something similar which is why she lives with the Everpetals.

Now that it’s more “fashionable” to to be trans (her mom’s words, not mine) she wants Sam to talk to her so they can get her back in the game.

Sam is having none of that and tells Rebecca to just delete her mom’s number. Then they have a cathartic session of burning her cheating husband’s shit before Sam leaves in Sebastian--her sentient, seafoam blue, self-driving car with a very hot male voice which I am extremely jealous of. She picks up Zelda on the way to school and they commiserate a little and have a heart to heart about adults and change and how much Zelda wants to body slam Sam’s mom.

Penny Luckstone

Penny’s house is a whirlwind of activity and her harried parents get her and her 19 young siblings ready for school (no wonder she’s such a good babysitter). We see where Penny gets her type-A ness from as her mom and dad both have this cheerful but overworked energy of “EVERYTHING IS FINE” like that Good Place sign. Her mom spares a second to tell her that she recently got a letter for The Society of Shadows which is like a super secret rogue college (which her parents assume is legit even though they haven’t heard of it cause they’re Mumple people and also, if you've heard of a rogue school, how good could it really be?) Penny is excited except that it would mean she’d have to move and leave her party. Her mom is like “hey it’s a full ride and there are 20 of you guys so just take that into consideration but it’s ultimately your decision” before she dashes away to get to work because it is always Go Go Go with the Luckstones. She texts Sam for a ride and Sam swings by to grab her. This is not plot relevant but she has a booster seat in the back of Sebastian with her name carved into it and it’s important to me that you know that.

Katja Cleaver

Next up is Katja who lives in a Richie Rich style mansion and comes from very old money as she is descended from one of the first adventurers in Solace. She is in the barn with Cinnamon and the bugbear farrier they have employed (her name is Gertrude and a farrier is someone who does horseshoes). She eats the same breakfast as Cinnamon (hot dry oats and berries baybee) wo she loves so so dearly. Cinnamon is a magical horse--basically like a Find Steed spell that’s on all the time. She’s modeled the horse in her fave book series--the Babysitter’s Horse of course. Lockwood, the staff’s hobgoblin butler, is also there and they get a fantasy Zoom call from Katja’s dad who is in the middle of the insane 20th level adventurer stuff which he says might make him miss her graduation. She is extremely disappointed but just barely hides it from her dad (who seems to really care despite his not being around). She can’t hide it from the staff or Cinnamon however and Cinnamon offers to give her a ride to school via the scenic route.

Note: We also learn two sad facts about Katja from the conversation with her dad.

Her mother is Disney Princess dead* and

She wears one half of a friendship necklace and it seems like she’s waiting for someone to give the other half to. It’s implied earlier that the way Penelope got her was by promising to be her best friend. Sad!

*Edit: Well, she’s gone and we’ll leave it at that until next recap.

Ostentatia Wallace

Ostentatia wakes up and goes downstairs to have a very high energy in both directions interaction with her very fantasy-Italian mom and grandma. Her grandma is concerned her beard isn’t coming in--not knowing she shaves it on purpose which her mom is like, “Listen it’s fine but don’t tell grandma it’ll kill her.” She clocks very quickly that her dad isn’t there and his mithril working tools are gone. Her mom tries to play it off but she knows she’s being lied to and her mom relents. Her dad is at a meeting with the other workers of the shut down mithril factory and negotiations have ceased. It looks like he’s gonna be long term out of work. That explains where her dad is but not why the tools are missing. She decides to go do some investigating on her own and ambushes her dad in his car where, with the inaugural nat 20 of the season, she realizes he pawned his tools to get her 5 revivify diamonds. She's upset by this and he’s upset that she’s, in his eyes, questioning his ability to take care of his family. She’s like, alright, you did a thing for me, I’ll do a thing for you and she casts Animate Object to make his stuff steal itself back in a sequence that involves an animated crowbar using another crowbar which is just wild.

Danielle Barkstock

I’m gonna be real, Danielle’s life is exactly how you assume it is based on Who She Is As A Person so this one will be real short. Eco-friendly off the grid geodesic yurt. One super chill peace and love elf sorc mom and one rough and tough human ranger mom. She also knows and helps the Cubbies with their anarchist machinations because yeah, duh. She gets some messages from school on her crystal--one being a message from the principal saying that she and the rest of her party have first period off to meet with him and the other being a newsletter from the school showing, among other things, a photo of the Druid class doing a project but she’s not in it for some reason. She texts one of the other druids to see if she can figure out why she wasn’t invited but fully gets left on read. Brutal. Of course, she hasn’t messaged that person in 6-8 months so maybe that’s why.

Anyway, with that, all seven of our maidens make it to school and are all exuberant to see each other in a very teen girl way before getting to the principal’s office and learning that their party will be broken up at the year!

Bad!

Superlatives

I wanted to do something a little different for these recaps than the Bad Kid ones so instead of Honor Roll/Detention we are doing Superlatives and the inaugural one goes to...

Sam: Most Like To Survive a Horror Movie

Man she woke up chained in a ritual magic circle and she was Ready To Go Immediately. You will not catch this girl doing horror movie victim BS like exploring the spooky house or giving the creepy obvious ghost the time of day. She is hyper-competent and her goal is making it out alive and dragging her friends with her. Love her.

Random Thoughts

The season immediately starts with a bang or I should say a bing with Izzy trying to say “bling bang” and accidentally saying, “bling bing” and immediately getting roasted by everyone. I love the authentic girl group vibes (which include everyone clowning on her then immediately hyping up Zelda to the max after being way more awkward).

Handshake meme with Danielle and Moonshine from Naddpod. Also, Cinnamon and Horse from Centaurworld.

I love that Rekha and Erika just straight up were like, “Our characters are Asian”. Like obviously, make your characters Asian coded in your fantasy world--all my D&D characters are black like me--but it’s funny that they completely disregarded the, “There’s no Asia in this world so I guess they’re this world’s equivalent to--” Nah just, “I’m a half-elf and I’m Asian.” You love to see it.

I absolutely LOVE the choices the cast made to flesh out their characters based on the little info Brennan had about them, none moreso than rich horse girl Katja. Rekha is a genius.

“I only want one thing and he’s working” KATJAAAAAAA

Man if I was in that flashback I would have been wilding out so much with my flashback plot armor.

I appreciate that the first thing that Aabria has Antiope do is extremely uncool. I love it when players aren’t concerned about just being cool and on point all the time. Sometimes (read: often) that’s the less interesting choice.

But on the exact opposite side, she’s a ranger and an arcane archer which I think is extremely cool. Lmao also I didn’t mention in the recap but she HATES dragons now which, understandable. I’m guessing they're her favored enemy.

I can’t wait to see another group of kids interact w/ madman Aguefort.

Also, as a known Aelwyn-stan, I am very excited for the possibility of the Seven interacting with her cause as much as I love her they are under no obligation to acknowledge her redemption arc and I would love to see them throw hands.

I love the Greek myth naming scheme of Antiope’s extremely cool family as with her on the spot nickname “L-Cab” short for long caboose since she’s the youngest by a mile.

Also this is out of character not in character but Sephie is an extremely cool nickname for Persephone.

I wonder why Brennan didn’t let Sam read the Primordial in the cave. He just glossed right past her saying that she speaks it and she didn’t push it. Would it have solved his entire plot in the span of a flashback or was he just keeping things moving?

Sidenote, if I was married to an elf man and worried about aging like Rebecca, I would simply become a druid (or a monk or up my wizard levels so I could learn True Polymorph or Wish or something).

I wonder what the deal with Ending is. She seemed relatively sincere in the mirror but that doesn’t mean anything. She could be sincere and also Very Bad News.

There is an offhand comment by Brennan about how the dwarf forge god gives spells but doesn’t talk to his followers which I think means that Ostentatia is gonna be getting a direct god call soon enough.

Also she mentions that her dad is doing some criminal activity on the side which seems like a Problem for later. Honestly all of the kids have some pretty rich parent drama happening which should be interesting to see explored.

No nat 1s this ep and 1 nat 20 as I mention from Ostentatia.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #the seven #fantasy high spoilers #dimension 20 spoilers

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Freedom Lol

Hey, remember when I said that I was gonna post something for The Story Of P.O.V. next? Yeah, I forgot that I had this story lying around, yet another product of my insatiable addiction to trades.

WARNING: GRAPHIC DIGESTION!

And, by “Freedom”, of course, that means Monument Mythos’ Statue Of Freedom.

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“AAAAURGH!” Kanye snarled with a screech as he aggressively yeeted a couple pieces of paper to the floor.

“I DON’T GET IT! THE INSTRUCTIONS SAID TO MEET AT THE MIDDLE OF THE PART OF THE COLORADO RIVER THAT FLOWS THROUGH THE GRAND CANYON! THIS SHOULD BE IT! THAT’S WHAT THIS STUPID TRAIL GUIDE SAYS, ANYWAY!”

Chime, Kanye’s little ghost pal who sat atop his shoulder, quickly rushed to give Kanye a reassuring pat on the back. “Chill your nerves, Kanye. The river, the canyon, they’re huge. The guide must be off by a mile or such.”

“Well it better be, otherwise we just wasted an entire day traveling down this bitch!” Kanye snapped back as he kicked a stone a few feet away on the rather cold, rock-hard floor of the dim and somewhat mysterious canyon depths.

“Well, at least it was good exercise?” Chime hastily suggested in an attempt to find a silver lining to the situation as the pair strolled their way through the semi-tight twists and turns of the bottom of the canyon.

“Well how about this, Chime? I say that if we don’t find our guy in the next couple miles, we slaughter a bunch of random wild animals down here and make a pile that some random park ranger ends up having to clean!” Kanye replied with a bit of an excited undertone.

“Oh, hahah, Chime like Kanye’s thinking! It settled then!”

“Alright, deal!” Kanye enthusiastically finalized the plans before giving Chime a fist bump. Kanye hadn’t even taken ten more steps forward, however, before some sort of low clunking noise began to echo throughout the passageway.

“WHAT THE-?” Kanye cried out as he snatched his knife out of his pocket in order to face whatever was coming. Chime got himself into a fighting position as well, but this was merely for show, as his ghostly powers were all about mental attacks, rather than physical ones.

Kanye and Chime stood at the ready for about a minute and a half before Kanye at last calmed down, chalked it up to a boulder falling down into the bottom of the canyon, and continued on.

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“Chime, has it been a mile yet?” Kanye asked the monochrome ghost with a bit of a tired groan about five minutes later.

“Hmmm…Chime unsure. Chime and Kanye just using mile markers all this time.”

“Yes, yes, I know, but ya know, I kinda wanna kill something now, instead of having to wait another hour!” Kanye responded in a rather annoyed tone.

“Well nothing stopping Kanye from killing random rabbits on the trail.”

“True, true, I can just do that, I mean we did say we were gonna make a pile of animal corpses a few minutes ago, so I guess-”

Chime, knowing just how long Kanye’s rambles could be, chose right then and there to tune out of his serial killer buddy’s babbling, and instead began to gaze around at the crooked and cracked shadowy walls and the sheer intimidation of the height of the natural formation around them. It was a truly breathtaking sight if you really stopped to take it in. Chime shuddered slightly. He wasn’t used to feeling trapped in any capacity, especially now that he was a ghost, and could merely float, hover, and phase through anything he wanted. And yet, within these walls, Chime had an odd suspicion that if he tried to phase through them, he would just end up stuck in between the wall and the outside world, unable to be freed until erosion did its thing. The massive scale of the walls was another thing entirely, it almost felt like they had wandered into a bottomless pit, and any attempts to escape would be futile. Chime shook his head. “No, no, there’s no way anything like that could ever happen to me or Kanye.” he attempted to reason to himself in his head as Kanye continued rambling on about the best method to slaughter rats vs raccoons.

Chime was just about certain that he had rid his mind of all of that superstitious nonsense he was going on about to himself earlier. That was, until out of absolutely nowhere, a comparatively large metallic hand reached out from the shadows, seemingly intent on personally delivering a chokehold straight to Kanye’s throat.

Chime was only able to holler out: “KANYE LOOK OUT!” before it was too late. Kanye was only able to give out a single yelp before his neck was completely closed in on, leaving him dangling slightly off the ground as he was held up, and within the mercy of this stranger’s deathly grasp. His knife, unfortunately, was flung out of his pocket before he could even attempt to reach for it, leaving him completely and utterly defenseless as this stranger further tightened their iron grip.

Chime, being a ghost, was unable to physically interact with the hand or the arm, leaving him with only one option on the table: A possession attempt. Almost instantly, he practically flung himself at this stranger’s head, in order to phase through it and reach their brain, only for him to, completely out of the blue, slam his entire body square on the head of the stranger, causing him to almost instantly recoil with a yowl of pain.

“OWWW!” Chime cried out once he had landed on the floor, writing in agony and unable to help Kanye at all. Throughout his suffering, however, Chime was able to realize in the moment that this failed possession attempt could only mean a single thing: Whoever this person was, they had no physical brain.

Then at last, the stranger spoke. “Well well well, look who was foolish enough to take the bait.” it said to Kanye, in a much more feminine voice than he was expecting. Kanye was unable to respond to the stranger, as he was currently locked in a despairing struggle to breathe. Chime was the only one left between him and Kanye able to speak, and only managed to force out a single word: “BAIT?” before his voice box ultimately failed him.

“Yes, Kanye’s…grammatically illiterate friend, whatever your name is. Bait. Did you really think that any normal, well, ‘normal’ client of yours would ever decide to meet with you in a location as remote as THIS? There are plenty of other, much easier to access places they could’ve chosen, but no, your anonymous client picked this place, out of all places! And that was because they were never a client at all, but rather me! One step ahead of the game the entire time!”

It was at this point that Kanye began to recognize the voice after having heard it speak for a while. Despite his current inability to breathe, he barely managed to choke out the word: “Freedom?” through his agony.

Freedom let out a bit of an amused smirk. “Ah, so you do remember me.”

Taking a few steps out into the barely lit middle of the pathway, Kanye and Chime were at last able to see the full form of this person who had deceived them. Chime realized right there and then how foolish they were for not having considered it earlier. Right there before his own two eyes, she stood. There she was in her full glory. The Statue Of Freedom.

“You didn’t think I’d remember you, did you, Kanye? You thought I would just forget how you cheated me like that, huh? Well you were wrong! Dead wrong! And if it wasn’t for Fandom City’s stupid respawn system, you would be staying dead after this!”

“What…what the hell are you talking about?” Chime wheezed out in desperation to make sense of the situation.

“Oh, playing dumb, now, are we? Well, then let me reboot those brain cells for you, if you don’t mind!”

Freedom then released her grip on Kanye only slightly, causing him to take in a gigantic deep breath of fresh oxygen while he still could. Narrowing her eyes, Freedom’s teeth began to furiously clench down on each other.

“Where. Is. MY GOD. DAMM. MONEY, KANYE?” she screeched out bit by bit, in order to fully hammer home just how enraged she was.

“...Wha-wait…Kanye! You never paid her back?” Chime gasped out in slight disbelief at what Freedom had just said.

Freedom snapped her gaze down towards the still downed Chime. “Oh, trying to save your own non-existent hide now, are we?”

It was then that Kanye knew that if he didn’t do something fast, his partner would be double dead in a matter of seconds.

“NO!” he desperately shrieked out. “HE’S TELLING THE TRUTH! HE NEVER KNEW I DIDN’T PAY YOU BACK!”

Freedom turned her gaze back from Chime to Kanye with a bit of an interested, sly look on your face.

“Seems like you two really do care about each other. Very well then, I shall spare the ghost. But YOU, oh, YOU! On the other hand, oh I’ve got some very special plans for you.” Freedom swiftly explained before momentarily removing Chime from the entire picture by mercilessly punting his tiny form to the other wall of the canyon passageway, knocking him out as soon as he hit it.

“...what…what do you mean, ‘special plans’?” Kanye weakly gasped as he continued to struggle within Freedom’s grasp, attempting to piece some part of the puzzle together himself, now that his little buddy was unconscious and unable to ask for him.

“Oh, what do I mean? WHAT DO I MEAN? YOU NEVER PAID ME BACK, KANYE, AND FOR THAT-!” Freedom screeched out before suddenly lowering her voice. “I think It’s only fair.”

Before Kanye even had the chance to respond, Freedom brought Kanye’s head closer to her face before slowly unveiling her large, copper maw to him. Immediately understanding where this was going, Kanye began helplessly thrashing around in her grip, hoping and praying he would be able to find some way, ANY WAY out of this situation before it came to completion.

Unfortunately for him, Freedom was rather intent on NOT letting that happen, and as such, violently shoved Kanye’s head into her hot, soaking maw before he could do anything else. Kanye’s hair and face was almost immediately doused in a good coating of what Kanye soon discovered was not normal saliva. No, this was way worse. Kanye was able to tell right away that due to its metallic smell, it could not be anything other than liquid mercury.

“Freedom, please, you don’t have to do this! I’m gonna pay you back, I promise!” Kanye began to desperately plead with Freedom before he let out a few pained coughs from the lethally close exposure to mercury he was getting.

“I’m done hearing excuses. Give me the money once you reform, but I’m taking this payback now.” Freedom snarled back in response.

Kanye, having no other options left, was forced to simply sit and take it as Freedom streaked her mercury-soaked tongue across Kanye’s hair and face. He let out a few more coughs as he helplessly squirmed around within the heated agony that was Freedom’s maw. Sensing how much pain Kanye was in already, Freedom at last decided that Kanye needed to be subjected to the worst of it in order for her to truly be satisfied.

As such, Freedom proceeded to tilt her head back so Kanye’s body would slide downwards towards her gullet, making him easy to swallow. Kanye, knowing what Freedom was going to do next, could do nothing but brace himself as he felt his head getting squelched through her gullet and into her esophagus.

This, of course, made it even more difficult for him to breathe as his upper body was inserted into Freedom’s maw. Freedom at this point could’ve just sped the process up with a few quick gulps, but instead, she decided to allow herself to savor the moment, gently rubbing her hand over the slight bulge Kanye made in her throat. She then decided to allow her tongue to trail all the way around Kanye’s body, getting his torso completely smothered in liquid mercury as Freedom examined the rich taste of filth and encrusted blood staining his skin and clothes.

Then at last, once Freedom had gotten enough of his taste, she briefly cleared her windpipe before gulping Kanye down once more, allowing his legs and feet to enter her maw and pushing him further down into her body. Freedom gulped a third time, thus squeezing the entirety of Kanye into her esophagus, with only one way to go: down to her stomach.

Now that it had fully cemented in his mind that he had nowhere left to go, Kanye began to fully freak out, his heart rate picking up to an insane pace as he began aggressively squirming in a desperate attempt to perhaps force Freedom to throw him up. This, however, would all prove to be in vain as Kanye found himself beginning to get squeezed through Freedom’s lower esophageal sphincter and out into her stomach.

The near-instant Kanye plunged down into her mercury filled guts, a horrendous shock of pain jolted its way up his spine and left most of his nervous system numb afterwards. Freedom’s stomach had already begun the process of digesting him, right off the get-go.

“Enjoying it in there?” Freedom cheekily teased her prey as she lay a hand over her slightly bulging stomach and began to give it a few rubs as it began sizzling away at Kanye’s skin layers in order to eventually melt him down to a mush, that was, before Fandom City respawned him, of course.

Even so, Freedom wouldn’t let that fact retract from the moment, and simply allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of Kanye, the ever-infamous Kanye, the one so feared and loathed for having murdered the I.A.C.I.’s beloved Charlie, desperately squirming around in her stomach with nowhere to go. He was fully trapped, completely concealed, and had no choice but to let Freedom’s stomach do what it must so he may eventually respawn.

Kanye on the inside was able to do nothing but his very best to keep himself sane as he was forced to watch the liquid mercury within Freedom’s stomach burn off layer after layer of his skin. It didn’t take long before it had reached his blood vessels, causing him to start bleeding out into the liquids, dyeing it a nice deep shade of crimson red.

The constant searing and throbbing pain he was experiencing all over his body was not only chipping away at Kanye’s body, but his mind as well, as Kanye was just about on the tipping point of going utterly bananas, babbling out utter nonsense sentences as he sporadically thrashed around inside the soft and squishy, yet deadly organ. He was losing so much feeling in his muscles, however, especially in his lower half, that the constant agony that so vehemently plagued him in his current existence was only beginning to slightly subside as Kanye was almost forced by his body to close his eyes. He knew that the next time he woke up, he would be relieved from his pain, but for right now, all that his existence was was but a constant losing battle against Freedom’s stomach, an organ which, had it not been for Fandom City, would have become his permanent resting place.

As Kanye at last slipped into sweet, sweet unconsciousness, his body somewhat slid further down into her mercury-infused acids now that he wasn’t hopelessly fighting to keep his upper half above the liquids.

As such, Kanye’s torso and head joined in with his legs and feet and the process of digestion continued along rather smoothly. The organ grumbled and groaned as it shifted and mashed up the pieces of what used to be Kanye’s conscious form into a mushy pulp, sloshing and jostling around until the weak shapes of human body parts crumbled apart and Kanye’s form was no more.

Freedom’s stomach finished the digestion process by slushing up the mixture until it was homologized, and no more large chunks of flesh bobbed up and down within the goopy soup of chyme.

On the outside, Freedom felt nothing but delight as her bulge began to shrink, a sign that she knew her job was done, causing her to rub over her rather full stomach a few more times before stretching for a second, giving a yawn, and allowing her digestive system to continue on and churn Kanye’s digested cells through her intestines as she slept.

Freedom chuckled. “Once he’s reformed, he definitely won’t forget to give me back that money.”

#soft vore #digestion #tw digestion #graphic digestion #unwilling vore #unwilling prey #f/m vore #female pred #female predador #monster pred #willing pred #male prey #same size vore #tw samesize #half size vore #reformation vore

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The Sparda Boys Taking Care Of Stray Animals Headcanons-(AO3 Request by @Zehnmou)

Zehnmou requested: Why is this so cute...urgh, my heart just exploded. 😭. I have always love Dante being a goofy dad

Anyway, pardon me, but might I ask for a request here? I don't have any Tumblr account though,

What about Sparda boys taking care of stray pets in their own ways? (oh any kinda is fine to me though, cats, dogs, birds,....they're all good to go)? Like fluffy stuff. Thank you so much.

I love this idea. Pull my fluff trigger, if you will. I did not write Nero, though I will add his segment later. I’m too burnt out from school to do more but I still wanted you to have something to read as soon as possible. This was all my exhausted cowboy brain could scrounge up to write.

Thank you for requesting darling,

Rodeo

Vergil

Our favorite ice king tries not to make it obvious but he is a cat person.

He is a staunch believer that owning a pet is extra work and pointless. Besides, you own another creature and that’s freaky.

But as soon as he sees them toe beans and twitching whiskers, he’s not that loud about his aforementioned opinion.

He won’t exactly house them, but Dante sometimes catches him leaving cans of tuna around the alleys. He refuses to admit it’s him.

It’s even harder to hide he’s the local cat dad when he walks down the street and there’s a gaggle of cats following him, tails swishing the air with affection.

His pants at the ankle area are covered in cat hair. He can’t walk out the street without a pack of all sorts of cats rubbing themselves on his legs.

Sometimes there will be some sickly kitten that’s left on the street. Vergil can be found in his plastic white chair, bottle-feeding the poor thing. It grows healthy and cute and he lets the kitty, who he named William, sit on his shoulders while he reads.

After he lets in that cat, about twenty more show up. Dante had to beg Vergil to be sensible, a rare sight to behold, when there are cats everywhere in his shop.

Vergil= Crazy Cat DILF.

Unlike his complete form, he’s quite into the idea of animal companionship even if Griffon is annoying as hell sometimes.

He loves feeding birds. When he’s reading with Shadow’s head on his lap and Griffon is preening, he’s throwing bits of cracker and biscuit onto the ground for pigeons. Sometimes Shadow tries to eat one or Griffon strikes lightning at them with a chortle. He is inconsolably pissed.

One day at a local park, he keeps hearing this wretched and pitiable noise. After some tracking around, he finds a raven with a broken wing. They’re hopping around pathetically and incapable of flight.

When they see him approaching, they freak and screech at him and try to flee.

“Have no fear, little bird. I mean you no harm.” He stoops down, hands gentle and slow to approach them.

For some reason, the corvid trusts him, beak stroked by his careful fingers. He cups the bird and takes them home.

He manages to fix their wing with a splint. The bird hops following him. Shadow tries so hard to not eat the poor thing and Griffon is offended.

“What?! Am I not cute enough for ya, V? You cheating on me with another birdie?!”

When they begin to heal and can fly again, V sadly lets them leave. He gives them a little push towards the window.

“Go on now, little wanderer. You’re well and free once more.” They don’t move, intelligent eyes focused on him only. They hop back and caw at him, flying up to sit upon his shoulder.

“If you wish.” V muses. He strokes the bird’s head.

“If you are to stay, I must find you a name. How about Poe?”

“Caw.”

“Excellent choice.”

V is not very original. But he has a pet raven and that makes him so much cooler than you.

Dante

On account that he does live in the shadier parts of Redgrave, there’s a lot of strays. However, there’s also a lot of demons that like to eat the aforementioned strays. It’s a brutal little ecosystem.

So imagine Dante’s surprise one night, when a hellhound runs into the alley near his shop.

The hound is snarling with some sort of black goo in its mouth and its claws like scythes scraping the ground. Dante thinks it’s a dog that’s dumpster diving.

“Same.” He walks away. It barks at him, looking for a fight.

“Look puppy. I fight Cerberus for fun, you are not going to win this.” The hound jumps him anyway, taking a good chunk off his leather coat. He throws the dog off and semi triggers, exposing his demonic skin.

He assumed the hound would just run away. Instead, it rolls onto its back with its tail shaking. He can’t get it to leave and he eventually lets it inside.

He has a dog now, he guesses.

The hellhound is a lot different than a normal dog. Firstly, it’s from hell.

It also is super strong and fast, and incredibly violent. It should not be treated as a pet.

Dante disregards that and plays fetch with it using an old can. It runs into traffic and comes back with half a stop sign.

“Come here, boy!” The hound leaps onto him and sends him through a wall. Dante has to borrow Nico’s saw to clip its nails. Don’t even get him started on bathing the hound. It tore the faucet right out of the wall and sent a spray of water right at Dante.

He never really finds a name for the hellhound. He just whistles and it’s there.

He and the dog can enjoy a pizza together and he feeds it the olives when they show up on his slices. However, the hound is perfectly happy with some demon leftovers or roadkill.

Its breath? Terrible.

He tried to leash the dog and it bit a hole through his hand. No leashes.

He cannot take the hound to the dog park. The last time he did the dumb hound tried to eat someone’s Pomeranian.

The hound’s really useful during hunts when Dante brings it.

Dante gets a side compartment for Cavalier so the hound can sit and let the open air hit its face. The hound can run just as fast as a car but it loves it.

At the end of a hard day, the hellhound will jump up and down and chase its tail with joy when Dante comes back from work.

He and the hound sleep on the same bed, the hound laying its stupid little head right on his chest. Both their snores make Vergil want to set the shop on fire.

(For my Tumblr Lone Rangers Only)-Vergil walked in on Dante doing this to his hellhound and he simply walked out of the building:

Rodeo’s Two Pieces:

This Cowboy Is Tired But Never Of Your Requests and Comments.

#dante headcanons #dante imagine #dante sparda #vergil x reader #vergil sparda #dmc headcanons #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #v dmc #v headcanons #devil may cry imagine #devil may cry nero #Rodeo will reblog with Nero's part soon

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