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ladystarksneedle · 6 months

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The eye of desire

Summary: A maid at the keep finds herself burdened by changes of green.

Warnings: mentions of period typical sexism, derogatory language and attempted assault (not Aemond)

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The bell in her quarters chimes incessantly waking her up from her slumber as she clamors to dress in haste. It is the hour of ghosts, she realizes as she treads towards the familiar chambers ahead fixing the kercheif over her hair as she’s let in through the doors. He sits by the fireplace in his tunic and trousers, wet and disheveled with a chalice in hand. His wet coat appears to be discarded in haste, lying unevenly on the chaise as he stares ahead acknowledging her presence with a nod. She's swift to get to work, arranging his clothes in piles to be taken away and making preparations for his bath while he sips his wine. There is an unnerving silence that clings to him, haunting her as she busies herself with her task. He sits calmly, staring ahead in satisfaction, a stark contrast to how he'd left for Storm’s end. She silences the pang of jealousy coursing through her as she leaves to organize the pails of water needed to soothe him, missing the way his fingers clench and unclench in tandem.

Ever since the death of King Viserys, the Stranger appears to have made his home in these very walls. She remembers the dreaded day very well, waking up cheerily to attend to him only to be ushered hastily to the dungeons instead, left alone and shivering for hours at the mercy of the Master of the crooked cane and his jaunts with all her questions returning unanswered. She was, however, much luckier than many of those whose company she'd shared. She'd been summoned later, around the hour of the bat, back to his chambers to assist him for the night, just as she had done many times before and dismissed soon after being told to report to him again at dawn.

She'd done so without question, dressing him for what would come to haunt her throughout the days that followed. Some of the maids she knew returned to their positions in time, after pledging their allegiance to the crown, but many did not. She wonders what became of them as well as of her own family. She remembers seeing them last on the morning of the coronation of their new king, in the dragon pit. She'd spotted them all, her brothers along with her parents huddled together before the ground shook with thunder casting them away from each other in a flurry of red. She wonders if they were hurt and nursed back to health as the water before her steams with oils of lavender, almond and wild hazel, warm enough to take away the burden of his day. He steps in promptly before leaning back to let her work her hands through his hair, untangling the knots and massaging his scalp. She feels his body relax as she works, her mind wandering to the condition she's found herself in while he hums in between making her smile ruefully in response. She wonders how his new bride would take up the mantle of care she's religiously put up for him, finally casting her aside. Perhaps then she'd be able to meet those dear to her.

She recovers from her reverie soon enough, in horror and mute delight. The mist that shrouds her prince the next morn is unpalatable and a mockery of her faith in him. The words whispered in the hallways arouse fear and disgust yet the booming voice of the King silences them all with mirth followed by reluctant applause. There's a feast to be held in his honor for blood well spilt. The thought sickens her as she works in preparation for the night to come. The keep has been decorated with banners of green and gold, with stars of the faith lining the halls highlighting the presence of the Gods among them, more ominous compared to the comfort they're there to provide. She blends in perfectly with them too, dressed in beige and green, a tribute to the change being brought about, a mute spectator to it all.

She returns to him at dusk, fiddling as she readies him again. The leather in her hands feels heavy as she fixes it in place lingering at the feel of the golden flame clasp on her fingertips. It feels cold as she lets it go before catching his eye in the mirror. He holds her gaze intuitively before dismissing her with a flick of his wrist. As the night carries on in unexpected cheers and jests she's summoned to the banquet to attend to the merriment. The maids serving them appear to be adequate in number yet she lingers on, helping them serve wine and cake. The King laughs and guzzles his drink, eyes alight as the crowd clamors for his attention flitting from one subject to the next before it lands on her. She's been warned of it and how to go about it once caught, to acknowledge and avoid lest she bear the brunt of his eagerness yet she feels her body stiffen in response. The Stranger lurks in his eyes ready to pounce as he beckons her towards him.

“Come ‘ere wench” he bellows calling her forwards “Let me look at you properly”

She sees her prince turn his head towards her as she walks with the pitcher in hand pouring fresh wine into his cup.

“What a pretty little thing you are” he murmurs running his hand along her back “A fine price to pay for the stag lost to me now, is she not brother?” he says, looking at him.

“The Baratheons will follow you, your grace” she hears the Hand respond with a shake of his head.

“Yes yes, what choice do they have? Lord Borros seems to have a clear head for matters as such. A man like him would hardly prefer to side with pups” he laughs “As strong as they might be” he says smirking as his hand travels lower. She winces in response as she stands still near him.

“Perhaps I might indulge in a little bite after all, I'm sure your bride wouldn't mind after the show you put up”

She feels him clench his jaw as he rises slowly, fingers clasped around his chalice as he stares him down.

“Careful brother we wouldn't want to spoil all the merriment”

“T’is your grace” he responds petulantly, smacking her as she flinches.

“Hmm. Perhaps your grace should let me claim my prize then, for ridding you of one pup, this feast is in my honor after all” he challenges holding his gaze.

She feels the King stare at him before letting her go as he raises his own cup to him. “Of course” he says “You're wound out tight enough, let loose tonight brother, there is more to be done on the morrow” he replies with a glint to his eyes.

She feels his fingers grab her arm hauling her towards the door as some of the drunken lords erupt in cheers, trying to hide the shame that burns through her.

She's taken to those familiar doors in haste, tugged along like a doll before he dismisses the guard at the door. The room feels warm yet she shivers running her hands over her arms.

“Sit” he commands, seating himself before the hearth. He pours her a cup of wine and she accepts it trembling as she takes a sip near him. “I will not force you” he says looking at her as she drinks.

“It is what he does with most” she whispers bravely “To the maids, I've heard them complain.”

“My brother has a taste for depravity” he says as she lets his words linger.

“What do you wish to do with me?” she asks, gazing at him in doubt.

“Whatever you'd like,” he says, eye glinting dangerously.

“And if I refuse, would things go back to the way they were”

“If that is what you want”

“It is my lot in this life”

“And here I considered your position to be a bit more accomodating” he huffs in jest.

“In what way? Many like me have had their lives upheaved by a mistake”

“You consider this to be one” he asks, raising his eyebrow.

“There is no justice in this world”

“Yet you cling in prayer to the Father”

She looks at him disbelief as he drums his fingers against the armrest. “I find he seldom listens to some of us”

“No, some of us seek it in our own way” he responds thoughtfully.

“I do not wish to be hurt”

He looks at her for a moment before tilting his head in response. “You've served me well over the years, do you think I'd demand more than what you could give”

“Would this be an extension of my duties then?”

“Yes”

“And we'd continue the way we were before, but with me being your lover” she asks blushing.

“A convenient arrangement”

She fidgets in response as he gets up, irritated by her disagreeableness. “You may leave if you wish to, I will not hold it against you”

“It doesn't bother me” she whispers coming up to stand behind him before continuing “It never has and none of it ever will”

He stares at her as he turns to face her, sensing her hesitancy. “You will have my protection. It shall be with you as long as you wish to continue”

She nods in response before reaching up to touch his face. He startles before letting her set her hand on his cheek stroking his wound. She sees him stare into her eyes, daring her as she removes his eyepatch.

“Does it still hurt?” she whispers.

He hums as he leans down to capture her lips. She tastes the sweetness of wine on his tongue as he caresses her and the bitterness of smoke that clings to him as he lights her aflame. It is the last thing she remembers before drifting off to bliss, considering her own blood well spilt.

Taglist: @witheredoffherwitch @arcielee @chompchompluke @barbieaemond @watercolorskyy @b00kw0rmsworld

#house of the dragon #aemond x maid reader #aemond fics #zae's fics #aemond x fem!reader #aemond x reader #hotd imagine #aemond imagine #aemond targaryen x female reader #aemond targaryen x reader

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crownedinmarigolds · 30 days

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If the Stakebait Coterie all played D&D together what classes would they play? And who would be the DM?

O-oh my gosh thank you for the question! It's my favorite kind - dungeons and dragons + Stakebait!! Straight from the horse's mouth (@thesixthplaneteer ) it goes as such:

Dungeon Master - Sydney aka the Dusk Angel, leader of the Thinblood revolution in ATL and exasperated den mother. No telling where he got the time to run this game but maybe he needs to feel some real control in his life. He is probably always late by maximum half an hour but he's at least always prepared. His stories are always thoughtful and well-put together and he eventually gives everyone what they want.

Ranger - Ralph! Despite his IRL size he's a much better fighter at a distance so that would probably carry into his gameplay. According to thesixthplaneteer he'd be a half-orc. The least optimized person at the table but he's ALWAYS going to play the character he wants. 🥰 I imagine him cracking jokes the entire session but gets scary tactical during combat. And he brought the white claw. (Probably jokes about ERP with Khloe after the session is over... JK! Unless.)

Wizard - Khloe! The chronic overthinker and planner, she'd definitely be a clever spellcaster who would try and use her environment to her advantage because wizards have paper skin and glass bones. While she likes martial classes that's just so many numbers she's not prepared to handle. I think race-wise she might be a human variant like a Genasi! Or perhaps a gnome. Either or. Something where she can be colorful! She probably has dinner for everyone at the table and plenty of snackies. She'd take gameplay INCREDIBLY seriously but would definitely slip into silly shenanigans when prompted.

Fighter - Christian. Human fighter - completely by the numbers made in a generator character sheet. Has probably never played DND in his life but he loves hanging out without his coterie despite his grumpy demeanor so he's "toughing it out" and playing the most generic race+class combo imaginable at the DM's suggestion. He's made fun of it relentlessly by Ralph but he does a good job fighting. He's probably a stoic RP'er who only speaks minimally unless something really interests him, but he at least takes the game seriously enough so everyone still has a good time. He probably brought a giant coffee thermos because he always just got off work before a session. And actual beer because "fuck white claw, goddamnit."

Cleric - Kyle! The forever Healer both in unlife and at the table! He'd be a gorgeous elf of whom he'd already have stunning commissioned artwork of. He also has the highest Charisma at the table and probably has a stable of lovers in every port they visit. All implied of course and nothing explicit at the table. Probably spoke with the DM beforehand about a custom made God that is dubiously aligned morally... bordering on Warlock but he knows the system enough to game it properly. 🤭He and Khloe would be the ones taking the story the MOST serious, Kyle breaking character the least out of the party. Bonus Player: Nyth, Sydney's boyfriend(?) who will randomly join him some sessions to play a various pre-made NPC. He'd probably steal everyone's hearts before bailing halfway to go meet up with his bestie Noa or he'll make the session go on forever for one reason or another. He's a mess and we love him. AH so fun.... THANK YOU!

((Art by @the-art-block!!! Sydney, Nyth, Khloe, Ralph, Kyle, and Christian!))

#discodiablo #answered asks #stakebait coterie #the poisoned peach: atl by night #THANK YOU AHHH #thesixthplaneteer #vtm #vampire the masquerade #vtm oc

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mosthomoeroticenemies · 1 year

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The List

This is just a list of all the contestants, now I must go make the round one matchups (I have no idea how long that will take, bear with me please)

There’s 186 contestants so putting it under a read more

Papyrus - Undertale

Sans - Undertale

Jack Skellington - Nightmare Before Christmas

Brook - One Piece

Skelly -Hades

Skeletor - He-Man

Skeleton - Minecraft

Lewis Pepper - Mystery Skulls

Grim - The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy

Héctor Rivera - Coco

Itward - Fran Bow

Ghost Rider - Marvel Comics

Skulduggery Pleasant - Skulduggery Pleasant

Death - Discworld

Lord Hater - Wander Over Yonder

Smitty Werbenjagermanjenson - Spongebob Squarepants

Skelita Calaveras - Monster High

Señor Hueso - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Mr. Skully Pettibone - Scary Godmother

Gaster - Undertale

Skull Boy - Ruby Gloom

Real Magic Skeleton - OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes

Dry Bones - Mario

Spooky Scary Skeletons - Silly Symphonies: The Skeleton Dance

Dr Bones Cookie - Cookie Run Ovenbreak

Manny Calavera - Grim Fandango

Kravitz - The Adventure Zone

Bonejangles - Corpse Bride

Benrey - Half Life VR but the AI is Self Aware

Harrowhark Nonagesimus - Harrow the Ninth

Sans - Deltarune

Dry Bowser - Mario

Mamá Imelda Rivera - Coco

Houndstone - Pokemon

Rexy - Night at the Museum

Ainz Ooal Gown - Overlord

King Clawthorne - The Owl House

Clackula - My Singing Monsters

The Lich - Adventure Time

Skeletons - Skyrim

Benny - Halloweentown

The Skull - The Last Unicorn

Skellinore - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Dinosaur Skeleton - Dog Man

Zans - Going Under

Skul - Skul: The Hero Slayer

Ernesto de la Cruz - Coco

Royal Dominguez - Inscryption

The Skeleton Appears - The Skeleton Appears

Bonehilda - The Sims

Scraps - Corpse Bride

The Titan - The Owl House

Hector Barbossa - Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl

Skeleton Horse - Minecraft

Samukai - Lego Ninjago

Oshare Bones - Puyo Puyo

Master Warden Palamedes Sextus - Harrow the Ninth

Skull Man - Mega Man

Cubone - Pokemon

Trazyn the Infinite - Warhammer 40,000

Death - Soul Eater

Lady Bone Demon - Lego Monkie Kid

Bone Fairies - Meme

Twelve Foot Skeleton - Twelve Foot Skeleton

Mr Death - Adventure Time

Bone Dragon - Dragonvale

Skeleton Horse Jockey - Minecraft

Skull - The Daily Object Show

Skeletons - Spy Kids 2

Skeletons that tried to kill Mr Krabs - Spongebob Squarepants

Skull on the Mantelpiece - Sherlock

Lerexus Novation - Elder Scrolls Online

Bone Monk - DUSK

The Augur of the Obscure - Elder Scrolls Online

No Name - Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

Mortis - The Clowns SMP

Skull with Party Hat - It's Time For Comics

Yorick - Hamlet

Skeleton - The G Keyboard

Environmentally Storytelling Toilet Skeleton - Various Post-apocalyptic Games

Skeleton - Oblivion

Atavist - Slap City

Gravelord Nito - Dark Souls

Xykon - The Order of the Stick

Death - Puppet History

Bones Malone - Tumblr

Stallord - The Legend of Zelda: Twilgiht Princess

Santa Claus - Puppet History

Poco - Brawl Stars

The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra - The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra

Just Walk Out! - The Meme

Nakarkos - Monster Hunter

Skeleton - Morrowind

Caged Skeletons - Stardew Valley

Arc - Skeleton Knight in Another World

Banjaw - My Singing Monsters

Pip's Skull - South Park: The Stick of Truth

Gregor - The Adventures of Puss in Boots

Heisenbones - Breaking Bad

Death - Gregory Horror Show

Greg the Grim Reaper - Conker's Bad Fur Day

Skeleton - Crypt of the Necrodancer

Skeleton - Danny Phantom

Pariah Dark's entire skeleton army - Danny Phantom

La Muerte - The Book of Life

La Calavera Catrina - Mexican culture

Mr. Holbrooke - Little Witch Academia

Bart without his flesh - The Simpson's

Honda - Skull-Face Bookseller Honda-san

The Boneraiser - Boneraiser Minions

David S. Pumpkins' Backup Dancers - Saturday Night Live

Bonesy - Gorillaz

Skeleton - "What's a skeleton's favorite snack?"

Décor and his husband - Tumblr user liquidstar's brother's room

Toumaï - Paleontology

Princess Rita - Once Upon a Tower

The Grim Reaper - The Sims

Elias Ainsworth - The Ancient Magus' Bride

Fabro the Necromancer - Slim Gretina's Grumpy Shark - Absurd Extravaganza

Death - Horrible Histories

Mind-Boggling Effects - Playstation

Mortaccio - Vampire Survivors

Halloween Novelty Pencil - Halloween 2016

The Skeleton Head - Lockwood & Co.

Captain Bones - Crashbox

Skullastic Superintendents - Monster High

Wither - Minecraft

Stray - Minecraft

Skelly - Monster High

Bonesy - Monster High

Grim - DanTDM

Bone - Aib

High Lord Wolnir - Dark Souls 3

Christmas tree skull - Real Life

Skeleton - Gravity Falls

Me the poll maker - The Near Future

Mr Bones- Mr Bones

Lego Skeleton - Lego

Kruncha and Nuckal - Lego Ninjago

Spider Jockey - Minecraft

The Lernaen Hydra - Hades

Skeleton Champion - Oblivion

The Skulkin - Lego Ninjago

The Nightmare King - Dimension 20: Fantasy High (Sophomore Year)

Queen Elizabeth 2 - England

Stalnox - Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Stalkoblins - Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

The Skeletons - My Closet

Lord Death Man - DC Comics

Cadaver Cain - Skulduggery Pleasant

Your Own - Your Body

Righty - The Lone Necromancer

Count von Dy - The Mystery of Greveholm

Skull and Bones - Skull Chapel in Czermna

Sedlec Ossuary skeletons - Real Life

Gary the Necromancer - DnD campaign

Manolo Sanchez - The Book of Life

Death - Cultural

Boneknapper - How to Train Your Dragon

Hooty - The Owl House

Monk Gyatso - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Skullgreymon - Digimon

Inaccurate Animal Skeleton Decoration - Home Depot

Skeleton - Bones Album Cover

Skeleton-T - Puyo Puyo

Skeletron - Terraria

Mr. Saturday - Skeleton Boomerang

Da Vinci - Ghost Stories

Milo Belladonna - Monster Camp

Bones the Skeleton - Skyrim Mod user jarrodrey99

Reaper (Gabriel Reyes) - Overwatch

Szarekh The Silent King - Warhammer 40,000

Calliope - Homestuck

Jared Hopworth - The Magnus Archives

Hexxus - FernGully: The Last Rainforest

Rem - Death Note

Grimm - Grimm's Hollow

Decay Dragon - Dragonvale

Melting - Nuclear Throne

Duskull - Pokemon

Bona - My Singing Monsters

Death Phantom - Sailor Moon

Charon - Hades

Necrodeus - Kirby: Mass Attack

Jimothy - Elsewhere University

Blight - Batman Beyond

#not a poll #contestants #ik no one will read all of them but theyre there if youd like #sorry if i misspelled any I mostly went by the submissions and what it said when I looked them up #these are also just vaguely in order by number of submissions #however everything bone fairies and down only had 1

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mightygadia · 9 months

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A drawing I did for my dungeon master and friend, of one of her characters and NPC of our campaign. Her name is Dusk and she's half moon elf and half sun elf and her hair glows in the dark.

(We joke about how she's our party's lightbulb)

#dnd #dnd art #dnd character #not my oc #friends ocs #dungeons and dragons #illustration #character art #my art #art #artists on tumblr

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splashink-games · 2 months

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Reviews Master List

All of my reviews are linked below under the cut!

Game Lists:

Games I Played in 2021

A Year of Gaming, 2022

A Year of Gaming, 2023

3 Lines on 7 Games

(Florence, Bright Memory, Framed Collection, When the Past was Around, Tametsi, Turnip Boy, AER)

(Another) 3 Games in 3 Lines

(while true: learn(), Pikuniku, Alicemare)

3 More Games in 3 Lines

(Sword of the Necromancer, Nowhere Prophet, Dicey Dungeons)

3 Additional Games in 3 Lines

(Luna's Fishing Garden, SHENZEN I/O, Mini Healer)

5 Games I Haven't Finished

(Pathfinder: Kingmaker, Disco Elysium, Spiritfarer, Rain World, Railroad Corporation)

3 Cute DU&I Puzzle Games

(Cats Organized Neatly, Dogs Organized Neatly, Feed All Monsters)

3 Unique Rhythm Games

(Soundfall, No Straight Roads, Rhythm Sprout)

5 Strategy Games I Think You Should Play

(Battletech, Wasteland 3, The Dungeon of Naheulbeuk: The Amulet of Chaos, Fae Tactics, Symphony of War: The Nephilim Saga)

Game Reviews:

A Little to the Left

As Far As The Eye

Bloodstained: Ritual of the Night

Bread & Fred

Carto

Cassette Beasts

Cat Cafe Manager

Death end re;Quest

Dorfromantik

Edge of Eternity

ENDER LILIES: Quietus of the Knights

Evan's Remains

Hexcells

Hollow Knight

Ikenfell

Islanders

Labyrinth of Refrain: Coven of Dusk

Last Call BBS

Littlewood

Love is Dead

Mary Skelter: Nightmares

Melatonin

Metal Unit

Neon White

Potionomics

SANABI

Tales of Zestiria

UNBEATABLE [white label]

Unsighted

A Note On...:

A Dance of Fire and Ice

A Short Hike

Ageless

Alt-Frequencies

ANNO: Mutationem

Assemble with Care

BALAN WONDERWORLD

Bear and Breakfast

Deep Rock Galactic

Dodgeball Academia

Dragonball Z: Kakarot

Dungeon Drafters

En Garde!

Epistory: Typing Chronicles

Every Letter

Filament

Frog Corral

Garden Story

Haven

Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice

Here Comes Niko!

Hue

Jack Move

Lil Gator Game

Little Hope

Luck Be A Landlord

Minami Lane

Minit

Monster Sanctuary

Murder by Numbers

Muse Dash

Peglin

Rhythm Doctor

Risk of Rain 2

Severed Steel

shapez

Shellshock Live

Smushi Come Home

Sticky Business

Storyteller

Sunblaze

The Looker

Thronebreaker: The Witcher Tales

Timelie

TROUBLERSHOOTER: Abandoned Children

#ink reviews #game review #video games #gaming #reviews master list

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ruki--mukami · 2 years

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How would you react if you saw your s/o escaping?

"...! As I live and breathe. There's no way Livestock would dare to leave my side, after all we've been through together."

Immediately teleporting outside to the ornate gates surrounding the perimeter of the Mukami estate, a blanket of darkness shrouded the area as dusk passed and gave way to nightfall. As the recreant he learned to trust wholeheartedly nearly stepped foot off the premise, Ruki's shadow soon loomed over yours, bodies colliding before you knew it only to be greeted by his scowl as strong as a million spears. Lifting you by the scalp of your head, the Vampire glared directly into your fear-stricken eyes as he exerted every ounce of supernatural force he could muster to suspend you from the verdant blades of grass that nearly broke your fall had it not been for his harsh grasp.

"Tell me, Livestock. Why do you wish to leave this place so desperately? After giving you my fangs, providing you shelter, caring for you day in, day out... This is how you repay that love and trust. Tch, what an absolute disappointment. Or perhaps... Do you intend on finding a new master who will treat you differently than I? Oh, don't make me laugh. You shall remain here, re-learning the training I once thought I nailed through that thick skull of yours. Now, then... Lament your mortality before I suck you dry."

Two sword-like fangs cleaved through your flesh in earnest to erupt a fountain of red spouting from your veins and down Ruki's throat, undulating the scream-inflicting stakes to produce long lines of blood across the macabre site on your shoulders, your jugular, and even your calves to prevent you from fleeing ever again. Eventually, the midnight's chill cut through the punctures like a swarm of knives, further heightening the agony consuming your entire being. After losing consciousness, a cold dungeon awaited you, strong manacles enclosed around each tortured extremity much to his sadistic delight.

"Even if you run away... Even if you hide from me... I will always find you and teach you the error of your ways. Defiant livestock deserve nothing short of Hell itself. You shall succumb to my fangs once more."

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #react #diabolik lovers rp

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acaor · 6 months

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Introduction (Asks and requests open)

Hello! My name is Mod Crow. My main blog is @d3r34l1z4cja. This is just a general multi fandom blog. Stuff may or may not be tagged, I abuse the queue and only tag when I remember to check/shuffle it.

My ask box is always open, and I'd love it if people sent in asks about my headcanons or requests for fics about canon characters or my OCs. I always need an excuse to write stuff, especially when the writer brain is on.

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Fandom master list:

Assassin's Creed

Sky: Children of the Light

SCP Foundation

Dungeons & Dragons

Fallen London

The Magnus Archives

Welcome to Night Vale

AC OCs

Kordian Lew

Jacek Serafin

Kazimierz Božidar

Anastasia Ragnheidr

Qamar Abd al-Haqq

Sky OCs

Saar (סַעַר)

Arieh (אֲרִי)

Jaron (יָרוֹן)

SCP OCs

Kasdaye Renwick

Vale Dulcedram

Varjo Myrsky

Joceron Sarkany

Fallen London OCs

Maolinthe Dusk

Eleuia Tonalli

Adrienne Dubslan

Father Valasco

D&D Characters

Colquhoun

Cień Koronamrozu

Salem

Sternenwacht Kriegsheim

Adrienne Nox

Sigmund Eindride

Norea Melanthios

The Magnus Archives OCs

Haze Edur Corentin

Reynard Lune

#intro post #asks #assassin's creed #sky cotl #SCP #faith the unholy trinity #fallen london #the magnus archives #welcome to night vale #dungeons and dragons

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chronicallybloodless · 8 months

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Heavy to Hold - Chapter 2

Cravings

Pairing: Astarion x enby!tav Status: in progress Rating: Explicit (18+ only) Genre: angst/comfort | slow burn Alternating second-person POV Contains spoilers for the whole game basically TW: it's an astarion fic: descriptions of trauma, abuse, sexual violence, etc. | smut | full tag list on AO3 Read from the beginning: AO3 | Tumblr Listen to the Playlist

Tav, a nonbinary Drow bard, encounters Astarion late one night in Baldur's Gate. Their subsequent abduction by mind flayers brings them back together as they try to reckon with their pasts, their present, and their future as the world around them spirals toward oblivion.

“Oh I’m not much for parties. I prefer my social engagements to be a bit more…..intimate.” You found yourself moving quickly with that implication, but something within you was telling you that you needed to experience everything you could with them before you had to give them up to Cazador. The look you got in response told you the feeling was mutual.

!! This chapter contains mentions of sexual violence / rape and allusions to suicide !!

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Astarion's POV

It was another night like any other, at least as far as you could recall. Every night for 200 years had been the same: wait for dusk to settle over Baldur’s Gate, go out into the city, and find some hapless person to charm. Your nightly routine started with a tour of all the local taverns, casting knowing glances and ordering drinks to soften up a few future targets. You had dates and dances, midnight rendezvous with people of all sorts. All with the goal of getting them to trust you enough to return with you to Szarr Manor, where you would bed them in the most luxurious room most of them would ever see in their lives.

Every night you found yourself surrounded by a walking buffet of potential food—vibrant, fresh, teeming with life. But your master, Cazador, forbade you from partaking in blood from living people. Instead, your catch would be sent off to your master’s chambers, and in exchange you would receive a rat. If you were lucky, it wouldn’t even have plague. It usually did though.

Yours was a lonely existence. You had siblings in the form of your fellow spawn, but Cazador made sure that the relationship between the seven of you was purely competitive. The staff of the manor were wholly consumed by their service to the Szarr family and had little time for spawn. And of course, you had more lovers than you could even recall, but you never got to enjoy them for more than a few days. They were prey, not pets, and certainly not partners.

The last time you kept stringing one along for more than a month, you turned up at their bedroom window one night to find that your dearest brother had decapitated them and left their headless body for you to find. When you returned to the manor, Cazador had Godey lock you in a closet with the head for a month, and you had to watch as the head of your former lover rotted away, eaten by bugs and the very same dungeon rats that would later become your dinner.

Never again, you told yourself. When you were finally let out from your confinement, you scoffed that you had only been reveling in that poor person’s pathetic attentions. A plaything, nothing more, you insisted. But a small voice inside you knew that wasn’t the whole truth. You let yourself get attached, you had started to care. And just as quickly, that attachment was used to remind you how little control you had over your life.

You learned to turn off your mind, separate it from your body, so you could get your work done without dealing with doubts hanging over you. Night after night, you locked a part of your mind away and let your body and voice betray the trust of anyone fool enough to hold your gaze. You made yourself everything they ever wanted, the perfect lover. And they became the perfect victims.

You had become quite good at your job, as your talent for smooth talking could easily get you into the minds—and beds—of your victims within a few well-played interactions. It became a point of pride for you that you seldom had to resort to brute force to retrieve your prey. After all, Cazador preferred his food unblemished. You were a tool for your vampire lord, and your sole purpose was to do whatever he bid, even if he never seemed to appreciate it.

You couldn’t recall if it had always been this way, or what you were like before you became a spawn. Maybe you were always this uncaring, but the twinges of doubt that crossed your mind—and the ache in your chest where your unbeating heart laid dormant—suggested that perhaps you weren’t.

It didn’t matter now. It couldn’t matter now. You belonged to Cazador, and you had to follow his rules.

*****

With your rounds completed early and no one quite primed enough to come back with you to the manor tonight, you had several hours before the rising sun would force you back indoors. On nights like these, you liked to sit along the beach and listen to the waves. It was comforting, somehow.

You couldn’t remember when you started, but it was one of your favorite things to do when you had a free moment. The small beaches along the edge of Wyrm’s crossing were your preferred spots, mostly because no one else seemed to go there.

As you made your way down the lamplit streets, you heard a muffled scream rise above the usual cacophony of the city’s nightlife.

Someone is either having a really good time or a really bad time, you mused to yourself.

*****

You cozied up on your favorite rocks on the shoreline and watched the waves. You stared wistfully at the night sky—the only sky you were able to see safely. It was a full moon, which was enough reflected sunlight to make your eyes sting ever so slightly. You laid your head back and closed your eyes, eager to sink into the comforting rhythm of the lapping tides.

You had only closed your eyes for a few minutes when you heard the sound of someone else on the beach. Your eyes shot open, only to see someone in an elaborate but tattered ensemble stumble past you barefoot, seemingly unaware of your presence.

As you tried to make sense of what you were seeing, you were suddenly struck with the most delicious smell. This mystery person was bleeding, and their blood smelled more delectable than anything you had experienced in your life. It saddened you that you wouldn’t get to taste them for yourself.

They still hadn’t noticed your presence, and had found themselves a seat on a rock further into the sea. They didn’t seem to notice that the tide was rising, or that they were already up to their ankles in water.

Someone’s had a bad night. You thought to yourself. You felt a twinge of sadness for this person, as you had a sense that if no one intervened, they would be content to sit on that rock until the tides pulled them into the bay. You sighed as you realized what you should do.

Might as well divert them into a different death and save myself some effort. I can always leave the clothes here just in case someone comes looking for them later. Hells, maybe they already wrote a note.

You steeled yourself, readying yourself to wall off your mind and get your work done. The hoarse sobbing coming from your victim wasn’t making that easy, and neither was the delectable smell.

“Um…..pardon the interruption.” You said quietly. They were cleared startled by your presence and turned to look up at you with wide, tear-stained eyes. Red tear-stained eyes, you couldn’t help but notice. Now that you were closer, you could see that your mystery person was a Drow. The pale skin had thrown you off, but you recalled an old history lesson about the rare pale Drow and their infamous clandestine activities above the surface in service of Lolth.

You paused for a moment, contemplating what such a person would be doing out here like this, and then you noticed their clothes. They were torn, but they were clearly an approximation of a priestess’s robes, only more…..sensual. Obviously someone on a spying mission wouldn’t be walking around like that, which suggested their intended use was for a different kind of worship.

The scream you heard earlier was starting to make sense. Your thoughts were tangled between feeling pity that they had been mistreated and the knowledge that they could disappear without too much of a fuss. And then there was the matter of the blood that was matted in their soft, white hair, begging you to have a taste.

“Are you alright?” You asked, a stupid question given the clear evidence, but it felt like the polite thing to do. “You uh……Well you’re bleeding, darling, and somehow I doubt that your attire is a purposeful fashion statement.”

They looked back at you with wide eyes, seemingly having trouble understanding your words. They suddenly looked down at their exposed body and their cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You decided to be a gentleman and keep your gaze towards the waves instead, but there was little left of that outfit to leave anything to the imagination.

“Oh gods….” They groaned and began to cough, seemingly in pain. Comfort and chivalry seemed to be the correct tactic here, so you removed your coat and placed it gently around their shoulders. It still didn’t really cover anything, but it’s the thought that counts in these situations. Now it was time to turn on the charm.

“It wouldn’t do for one of the most beautiful Elves in Baldur’s Gate to catch a cold, now would it?” You smiled at them while you spoke, holding their gaze. Their pale complexion and red eyes reminded you of your siblings. You wondered if you looked like that too, but then you noticed the softness—there wasn’t a hint of malice in those eyes, only hurt and vulnerability. They furrowed their brow as they gazed back at you, and the more your eyes met, the harder it was becoming for you to keep your mind on your task.

“I’m….a Drow, actually……” They dropped their head as they spoke, as if they were ashamed of the words.

“Well, what is a Drow but an Elf that needs a bit more time in the sunlight? Gods know I’m not one to talk when it comes to that.” You chuckled as you spoke, hoping to set their mind at ease. Drow or not, blood was blood. “But, I do stand corrected: It wouldn’t do for the most beautiful Drow in Baldur’s Gate to catch cold, would it?”

They barely blinked as they smiled at you, their eyes still locked on yours. You had them.

“The most beautiful Drow?” They retorted with a smirk, seemingly having become a bit more grounded due to your efforts. “Have you conducted a thorough survey to back up a claim like that?”

Maybe you didn’t have them just yet. Time to up the ante.

“Well…..” You pulled out one of your favorite moves, carefully pacing your words while you ran your fingers through your hair. That alone had gotten you into more beds than you could count. “Let’s just say that I have encountered quite a few beautiful people in this fine city, and among them all you are one of the most memorable.” It was intended as an empty compliment, but that pit in your chest ached from knowing it was true.

“Memorable is certainly a word for it.” They sighed with a mixture of exhaustion and embarrassment. “I assume most of the beautiful people you encounter are properly clothed and aren’t actively bleeding?”

“Depends on the night.” You chuckled to block out the images that came flooding into your mind.

“Remind me not to go to any of your parties.” They mused with a smile. You should have expected that a creature of the night would have a dark sense of humor. It was a welcome respite from the normal tavern banter that filled your evenings.

You gently brushed their hair behind their ear, a first touch to test the waters.

That’s when you noticed the bruises. Deep purple, in the clear shape of a hand grip.

“Gods, what brutish creature did this to you?” You whispered. Such a display wasn’t likely to please Cazador, and you found yourself wishing you had stumbled upon whoever had done this instead—someone who would have deserved the violence that you were leading to.

“Just a…uh…..work accident.” They replied quietly. That earlier glimmer of confidence had vanished.

“Well, I just hope that whatever monster is responsible finds themselves in a positively dreadful accident themselves.” You huffed. The fact that they aren’t telling you more suggests you should move on to other topics. In this state, they might not have a home to return to tonight, which gives you an opening. “Do you have somewhere to go tonight?” you asked, hoping the answer was no.

“What?” They questioned. Perhaps you were moving a bit fast. “Oh I, yeah I have a place. I just…..I guess I just needed some space and air.”

They must work at the Caress, you thought to yourself. Despite having some of the finest wine in the city, you avoided going in there. The times you had, there was an air of emptiness that reminded you of home. The ache in your core grew stronger.

“Am I intruding? I hate to interrupt a good brood.” Against your better judgement, you opened a door for them to escape this fate. All they had to do was walk through it.

“No, no, I appreciate the company.”

Fuck.

“Well I aim to please,” You said with a coy smile covering your disappointment. “Please feel free to let me know if I’ve overstayed my welcome at any point.”

“Somehow I don’t see that happening.” They said as they leaned towards you.

You had them.

You wrapped your arm around their waist and pulled them closer, a gentle moan escaping from their parted lips. This was the time you needed to stop thinking and just do, but your mind was stubbornly refusing to fade into the background. You were going to feel every part of this, and it was going to hurt.

“You know, I’ve just realized that I never asked your name. How dreadfully ungentlemanly of me.” You spoke your words slowly as you gently caressed their head, the pit in your stomach weighing heavily on your conscious. You knew their name would be etched into your mind for an eternity.

“It’s Tav.” They replied, their eyes firmly fixed on yours. You were about to lean in for a kiss when your hand brushed against the wound on their head, causing them to yelp in response. They touched the spot, and their hand came away covered in droplets of blood.

“Gods, that is fresh. My apologies, Tav.” You tried to conceal your excitement. The rule was that you weren’t allowed to feed on a person, there wasn’t anything that said that if a person happened to get blood on you you wouldn’t be allowed to have a taste. Your first taste of fresh, real blood was within your grasp.

You held their gaze and grabbed their hand gently in yours. You waited to see if they would pull away, but they remained steady, eyes eager. You brought their fingers to your mouth and sucked the blood from their fingertips. You closed your eyes, trying to hide the sheer ecstasy of experiencing their taste. You wondered for a moment whether everyone tasted this good or if Tav was somehow extra delicious.

“No it’s alright, I was just startled,” They said through heavy breaths. They were clearly enjoying themselves and hoping for more. The feeling was mutual, but you were also trying to figure out how you could get another taste.

You guided them onto their back in the soft sand and knelt beside them. You leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on their wounded head, taking in whatever taste and smell you could. It was mostly dry at this point, but it was still intoxicating. You sighed in pleasure and straddled them, gazing down at their contented expression.

“You know, I never got your name either.” They said as they ran their hand under your shirt. You hoped they didn’t notice the coolness of your skin or the soft moan their touch had elicited.

“Astarion.” You said, hoping to every god there was that they would forget. Your insides felt twisted—every fiber of your body wanted them, as the growing tightness of your pants was clearly demonstrating, but your mind wanted to find a way to spare them from the horrid fate that Cazador had in store for them. You wanted to run, to leave them and let them be safe, but if you did that you would never be able to see them again, much less feel them in the ways you so desperately wanted to.

Cazador’s words echoed in your head—people are beneath us, they exist to be used.

You ran your hand along the side of their face, steeling your resolve. Better to enjoy them, even if it was brief. You had so few moments of genuine pleasure in your life, after all. Why deny yourself this?

They shivered underneath you, their breathing rapid as their chest responded to the night air. You felt your cock stiffen at the sight.

You pressed your lips to the base of their ear and they moaned, urging you on. They bucked their hips against you, pulling a moan from your throat.

“So impatient,” You chided, your lips brushing their ear. You gave their earlobe a gentle bite, being careful to avoid using your fangs.

Their hips rose again, desperate for touch, but you weren’t finished enjoying the foreplay yet. You adjusted your stance so that one of your legs fell between theirs, and they responded by grinding against your thigh and moaning hungrily. Their bare skin was rubbing the thin cloth of your pants, and you could feel the wetness against your skin.

“Gods, you sound beautiful.” You started to kiss their neck and the smell of the pooled blood in their bruises filled your nostrils. “You are making it painfully hard to control myself.”

“I don’t recall asking you to control yourself,” They pouted, blissfully unaware of how desperately you wanted to sink your teeth into their neck.

In that moment, you didn’t care what Cazador or anyone else did to you. You had to know what their blood would taste like filling your mouth.

Just as you were about to plunge your fangs into their neck, you sensed movement near you on the beach. Shit, one of the others must be watching. You pulled away, trying to determine where you were being watched from.

They whined in displeasure as you pulled away. You held a finger over their lips.

“Something’s out there.” you muttered as you surveyed the darkness for any signs of movement.

“Are you sure?” Tav whispered, their voice trembling.

“My ears do not lie.” You couldn’t see anything, but you knew to trust your senses. “Perhaps we should go elsewhere.”

“My room isn’t far from here” They offered as you pulled them to their feet, draping your coat back around their shoulders as you guided them away from the shoreline. You had only taken a few steps forward when you felt a presence behind you.

“Fuck.”

You turned to find a Mindflayer a handful of feet behind you. Knife striking distance if you could move fast enough. Maybe you could startle it, buy some time. Save yourself—save them.

You weren’t fast enough.

*****

When you awoke, you were locked in a strange pod, alone. Between fitful bits of sleep, you could have sworn you saw their ghost walk past you in whatever hell you were suspended in.

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shadesofblades · 9 months

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aeondeug · 1 year

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gotten through the second dungeon of the sealed palace. it's thus far a very fun romhack and i am extremely impressed by the sheer amount of work put into it and the technical aspects. the writing at least where i am now is just okay and it is very obvious when dialogue has been recycled from oot if you've played the game a few times. but like the dungeon design is thus far very good and i really love how the game makes the player use the items in ways they likely wouldn't have before unless they played rando. things like using the deku nuts to enable killing blows on armos statues are used.

something very impressive about these weirder uses of the items is that they are tutorialized fairly ok? like the deku nut on armos statue thing you're taught in a relatively safe locked in room you can't leave at all until you kill them both. and by this point you just have the nuts, sticks and your sword. so your options are kind of limited and thus, if you know how the nuts work, you are led to going "i wonder if stunning them makes them damageable". the dungeon design is falling into this area too where easier things are presented first and then harder variations latter on. i will say that, as well as this is done, it is a game that necessitates some degree of familiarity with the base game. i imagine if you haven't played oot at least a few times through the game is very hard. with things like pieces of heart that require you to have a good understanding of how to control link's jump arc and puzzles that require trickier use of bomb timing.

the game is also making use of the standard oot bosses it seems. which is understandable. i didn't really like the missing link's unique boss, but i did really love that there was a unique boss. and a unique tool too; the tool i actually liked a lot. they have tried to spruce up the bosses some with shit like putting leavers and sinking sand into king dodongo's arena but like it's still just king dodongo. you throw two bombs in his mouth and jump attack with a stick twice and you're done. again, this is understandable. but i will admit that i am very much wanting boss encounters that are as interestingly challenging as the dungeons themselves.

that aside. the sealed palace is definitely worth a look. if you want more traditional 3D zelda then this seems to fit the bill. similar to master of time it's a long hack too. so if your issue with the missing link or dusk and dawn is the length, then that's not a problem here.

#zelda #master of time i recommend heavily too #albeit with the caveat that its writing is absolute dogshit #at most it is funny for sheer badness #but things like the dungeon and encounter design is pretty solid #so if you just want more exploring and dungeoning then it's a good hack

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loominggaia · 1 year

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How come the Dusk vampires didn't realize Evan was a werewolf?

That's a really good question! I think there are multiple explanations for this.

(Green) elves have a natural connection with beasts. They can sense when an animal is nearby even if they can't see it, and they can understand what an animal is thinking and feeling.

Werewolves are beasts, but lycanthropes are something else--something between man and beast. They are often described as "a beast wearing a man-suit". In a sense, lycanthropes are like intelligent beasts who can operate as people.

Theoretically, the elven Dusks should have been able to sense the beast in Evan. Why didn't they?

Let's talk about vampirism for a second. It changes elves by dulling their natural abilities and replacing them with new ones. This effect becomes stronger the longer they live with vampirism. For example, their naturally sharp vision dulls in daylight but becomes stronger at night. Their natural connection to animals becomes dulled, but their connection to the moon becomes stronger.

Knowing all this, here's some explanations for your question...

Explanation 1: All of the Dusks (except Lilian) have been vampires for a very long time. I think they all lost their connection to nature ages ago. Lilian still may have had this connection, but she was so sheltered and uneducated, I doubt she even knew what lycanthropy was, so she wasn't able to identify it in Evan.

Explanation 2: It's mentioned in "Ghoul Beneath the Guise" that the Dusks didn't prey on big, strong people. They specifically hunted smaller, weaker individuals for their own safety. Lycanthropy turns people into huge, muscle-bound tanks...in other words, not the type of people the Dusks would have close contact with, so they had very little--if any--experience with lycanthropes and kind of forgot they existed.

The Dusks didn't go out looking for Evan. They only imprisoned him because he came to them and practically threw himself onto their plates. The possibility of lycanthropy didn't cross their minds because as mentioned above, that disease had become out of sight, out of mind for them; probably for centuries.

Explanation 3: The Dusks already had their hands full when Evan showed up. They were trying to recruit Zeffer and prepare for his wedding with Lilian. Weddings are a huge deal to vampires because it's one of the few ways they can expand their clan size, and adding a new member to the clan is not something they take lightly.

This event was an especially big deal to Dario, considering how he felt about Lilian. Evan was the last thing on his mind; just another bloodbag to be thrown in the dungeon and forgotten about.

Explanation 4: Dimitri was a bad dungeon-tender. Dimitri was Dario's "nephew" and put in charge of keeping the Dusk's prisoners alive. As we saw in "Ghoul Beneath the Guise", the guy was a total sadist who enjoyed hurting and killing the prisoners, even though this got him in trouble with the clan. The more the prisoners suffered, the more Dimitri thrived.

Dimitri had a lot of responsibilities, and one of them was reporting sick, dead, or unsuitable prisoners to Dario. Dimitri should have noticed something was up with Evan's blood, and maybe he actually did...but in "Ghoul Beneath the Guise", we learn that Dimitri is terrified of Dario and tries to cover up problems whenever he can. Because whenever he reports a problem, even if it's not his fault, Dario gets angry and beats him.

It's possible that Dimitri did notice the tainted lycanthrope blood and either didn't report it, or just denied it to himself because psychologically he couldn't deal with it.

In conclusion, there was a perfect storm of factors that led to Evan's disease going undetected. And what's funny is that all of them were actually Dario's fault if you think about it...

Dario was the clan master, his job was to oversee the whole clan and its culture. He refused to educate Lilian, he chose who his clan preyed upon, he was too preoccupied with Lilian's wedding because of his own bad deeds against her, and he kept punishing Dimitri just for doing his job.

Evan's lycanthropy wasn't to blame for the Dusk's downfall. Ultimately Dario was to blame. The incompetent way he managed his clan finally came to a head and bit them all in the ass. Evan's disease was just a random spark that lit the fuse Dario left trailing behind them.

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Ranboo “my beloved” the forgetful prince of the nether.

CR 16 N Humanoid (Native Outsider)

XP 76,800 (if used as npc for encounter) Fetchling Ranger 6 (Dusk Stalker) Shadowdancer 10

Neutral (with Good tendencies) Medium humaniod (native outsider) Init +8; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception +20

AC 38, touch 38, flat-footed 29 (+8 Dex, +4 shield, +5 deviation, +3 natural, +9 armor, +1 Intuition) hp 148 (6d10+10d8+64)

Fort +15, Ref +21, Will +9

Speed 30 ft. Melee Gloom blade +21/16/11 1d6+5 Swift obsidian battleaxe +15/10/5 1d8+2 Ranged Longbow +24/19/14 1d8+4 (+1 to rolls and damage with +1 arrows), Spells.

Racial Shadow blending, Darkvision 90ft, Shadowy resistance (5 cold 5 electricity), Spell-like abilities once per day CL16: shadow walk, plane shift (shadow plane-material plane only), Shadow agent (+2 diplomacy), Umbral escort.

Traits Adopted (world traveler: knowledge nature+1), Hydrophobia.

Class features Favored enemies (undead, aberrations), Track, Wild empathy, Improved combat style (sword & shield), Improved shield bash, Shield master, Favored terrain (underground), Shadow bond, Hide in plain sight, Improved evasion, improved uncanny dodge, Shadow illusion, Summon shadow, Shadow call, Shadow jump 320ft, Defensive roll, Slippery mind, Shadow power, Shadow master, Rogue talents (dodge, combat reflexes, finesse rogue).

Spellcasting CL 3 DC11 I-Gravity bow, Pass without trace

Str 13, Dex 26, Con 18, Int 14, Wis 12, Cha 10

Base Atk +13; CMB +14; CMD 32

Feats Master craftsman, Two weapon fighting, Improved two weapon fighting, Greater two weapon fighting, Shadow walk, Shadow ghost, Quicken spell like ability (shadow walk), Mobility.

Skills Acrobatics +21, Bluff +11, Climb +12, Craft(weapons) +10, Diplomacy +5, Disguise +4, Escape artist +18, Handle animal +5, Heal +12, Intimidate +5, Knowledge (arcana, dungeoneering, geography, nature, the planes) +6, Perception +20, Profession(guide) +6, Perform(dance) +5, Spellcraft +13, Sleight of hand +13, Stealth +21, Survival +12, Swim +12

Languages Common, Alko, Draconic.

Combat gear Celestial spiked shield, Celestial armor, Ring of protection+3, Amulet of natural armor+3, Dusty rose ioun stone, Gloom blade+4, Swift obsidian battleaxe, Composite longbow+4 huntsman, 50+1 arrows, Ring of water walking, Belt of physical might (+4 Dex, Con), Cloak of resistance+3, Daredevil boots, Bracers of falcon aim, Gloves of many garment, Figurine of wondrous power: Pink pearl dolphin, Manual of quickness of action+2 (used), Wand of darkness (50 charges), Crown of the forgetful prince (functions as a Circlet of persuasion and a Cloak of the dusk walker, occupies the head slot), 2 Potions of cure moderate wounds, Ranger’s kit, Ranboo journal, 300gp, 12sp.

Background The origins of Ranboo are shrouded in mystery but ever since his arrival he has made quite the impression on the other inhabitants of the land where he lives showing enderman-like powers. He has a family-like bond with Technoblade and Philza whom he keeps close at heart. On a faithful day, he was put into jail for various reasons by Awsamdude and later rescued by Techno only to be slain by the green warden. After that, his soul wandered quietly across the ethereal sea without dreams or thoughts, incapable of even imagining why or what his self was. Only after a long while, he awoke by a whisper: “Master, wake up”. Ranboo awoke in shock in a dark cave, but he could still see perfectly in the dark. His body, partially transfigured alongside his equipment. To his surprise, he discovered that the voice came from his shadow as it gained some sort of consciousness as it bowed to his master. “My master, someone or something left a message for you”. After Ranboo succeeded at passing through the initial shock sat still in disbelief and asked: “What message?” The shadow spoke: “I gave you new a life. Complete my challenge, and it shall be yours to do as you see fit. Find me, if you can”. Ranboo was still stunned by all of this, but nonetheless he started his search; Hopefully, his friends would be around to help him…

Link for the original image https://www.deviantart.com/svenat/art/Ranboo-FanArt-902678113

#dream smp #minecraft #ranboo #pathfinder #roleplay game

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