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buggysangel17 · 8 months

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The Bride of A Warlord

Summary: You have arrived to what you now call your new home, it was scary and confusing, but at least you have someone else to keep you company. Characters: Dracule Mihawk x Wife!Female Reader (Amihan). Perona Word Count: 1,198 Chapter Warnings: Alternate Universe-Canon Divergence (I am still in episode 20 of OP Anime so please bear with me on the fucked up timeline of events here)

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You were consumed by a cocktail of fear and excitement.

But that was only natural to feel in your current predicament. Taken from your home due to circumstance that was no longer in your control. You turned to what you now call your husband. Dracule Mihawk was a man not to be trifled with, one of the Seven Warlords and dubbed the Greatest Swordsman in the world.

“I will have your room prepared as soon as possible.” Mihawk spoke, interrupting you from your train of thoughts.

All you could do was nod. You were taken from your own home, miles away from what you had once been so familiar with, a place that you had deemed had become your own prison. Any form of freedom you would take, even if it means being under the circumstantial marriage with one Warlord such as Mihawk.

“Yes, Sir.” You nodded, having no right to complain or react negatively for a short wait.

Even without looking at him, you’ve noticed his sharp yellow eyes glued fall to you. Turning to looking up at him, you noticed his narrowed eyes, a frown that was something you had gotten so used to rest on his lips.

“You will call me by my name, I do not agree to have you calling me of anything else while under you are under my care.”

You gulped, but nodded your head in agreement. This man, as handsome as he was, still scared you. Having caught firsthand the destruction his sword could make to your entire island should his will make it.

“You are not here as my prisoner, you can freely explore the castle should you wish to do so. All I ask is you not to leave unless you tell me or have me to accompany you, is that understood?”

“Yes—Mihawk.” You responded quickly.

As you step off the grandiose boat onto the rocky shore of Kuraigana Island, your heard races with anticipation and uncertainty. The sea breeze carries the scent of salt and new adventure, but it’s the sight before you that leaves you breathless. Your new husband’s castle, looms high above, perched on a ragged cliff that seems to defy gravity.

The castle is a dark, imposing fortress, its jagged spires reaching towards the heavens like the fingers of a giant’s skeletal hands. The stone walls are as grey and foreboding as the thunderclouds that hover over the island. You can’t help but shudder at the stark contrast between the castle and the vibrant, tropical island that surrounds it.

Your arrival has not gone unnoticed. From the castle's towering parapets, you catch glimpses of shadowy figures watching your every move. As you start to climb the narrow, winding path that leads to the castle gates, your footsteps echo in the eerie silence.

The closer you get, the more details you can make out. The castle is adorned with intricate, Gothic architecture, with gargoyles leering down from the eaves. The windows are narrow and slit-like, like the eyes of a predator, and they seem to be keeping a watchful gaze on you. The walls are covered in ivy and moss, as if nature itself is trying to reclaim this imposing structure.

You can't help but feel a sense of unease as you approach the massive, iron-bound gates. The air feels heavy with centuries of history, and you can't shake the feeling that the castle holds secrets, both wondrous and sinister, within its ancient walls.

As the gates slowly creak open, revealing the cavernous darkness beyond, your heart pounds in your chest. You have entered a world unlike any you have ever known, a world of mystery and danger. And as you step across the threshold, you can't help but wonder what awaits you in this forbidding castle on Kuraigana Island.

As you step through the imposing gates of Mihawk's castle, your heart is still pounding with trepidation. The exterior of the castle had filled you with a sense of foreboding, but as you cross the threshold and enter the grand foyer, you are struck by a stark contrast.

The interior of the castle is a complete surprise. The space is bathed in warm, inviting light that spills from ornate chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings. Elaborate tapestries hang on the walls, depicting scenes of epic battles and exotic landscapes. The polished marble floors beneath your feet reflect the glow of the many candles that line the corridor leading deeper into the castle.

Your husband, Mihawk, takes your hand and leads you forward, his expression unreadable. His grip is reassuring, grounding you in this unexpected change of atmosphere. You exchange a glance with him, and for a moment, you both share a silent understanding of the paradoxical nature of the castle.

The air inside is fragrant with the scent of fresh flowers, and the walls are adorned with vibrant paintings and delicate porcelain vases filled with blossoms.

As you explore the interior of the castle, you discover cozy sitting rooms with plush sofas and grand dining halls set with opulent feasts. The contrast between the grim exterior and the opulent interior is almost surreal, and you can't help but marvel at the transformation.

Mihawk guides you to a balcony overlooking a breathtaking garden bathed in moonlight. The sight of it takes your breath away, and you realize that the castle holds a world of beauty and wonder that you could not have imagined.

As you stand together on the balcony, surrounded by the enchanting sights and sounds of the castle, you can't help but feel a glimmer of hope and excitement for the future that awaits you here, in this magical, enigmatic place.

It wasn’t your home, no, far from it, but with this new found freedom, all you could think of right now is what the world could possibly be able to give you now.

“You have a guest along? That’s surprising from you.”

You tensed, immediately finding yourself stepping closer to the man you now call your husband. Turning to the owner of the voice, the sight of a pink-haired girl over a decade younger than you had floated towards your direction with what you think were ghost accompanying her.

“Not a guest.” Mihawk explained his gaze was on you, you tensed as his hand had rested on the small of your back. “My wife.” He introduce without much of a hesitation in his tone.

“Wife?!” The girl gaped and was immediately all over you, questioning you and your life decisions and how much of a sour sport Mihawk was to her especially as he had left her all alone in the castle.

“You have a daughter?” You inquired.

“No, just an unwelcomed guest.” He explained earning the offense of the girl that you now learned was named Perona. “But she will keep you company for the instance that I will be out for a while.”

You nodded turning your attention to the package that came with now living in the same home, in the same castle, and in the same Island as your new husband. It was a chaos that you were slowly but surely coming to enjoy as time goes by.

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visceralcoma · 6 months

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Because OP blocked me. I decided to make my own post to debunk every single one of their points. source in case you wanted to see their foolishness directly.

Transcript:

"buh buh buh Dreadwolf not Baldur's Gate 3" You're right, Dreadwolf won't be Baldur's Gate 3. Dreadwolf won't be a game where the creators were so uninvested in a non-white woman's story that they refused to actually finish her storyline and then declared that her being condemned to slavery was the ending she "deserved". Dreadwolf won't be a game that's obsessed with victimizing and slaughtering members of an oppressed minority, all while portraying them as leeches and criminals preying on the people providing them with refuge. Dreadwolf won't be a game where an entire foreign culture is portrayed as irredeemably savage and evil, and where a character of that culture's "good" ending is to abandon her culture for that of western-/white-coded society. Dreadwolf won't be a game that constantly romanticizes emotionally manipulative and abusive white men, placing them at the forefront of stories while constantly portraying women in positions of power as evil and stupid bitches. Dreadwolf won't be a game that vilifies a matriarchal society, especially one of dark-skinned women, while at the same time treating them as sex objects even in the context of them abusing prisoners. Dreadwolf won't be a game where the amount of story content and dialogue a character receives is dictated entirely by their skin colour. Dreadwolf won't be a game where an evil character is heavily queer-coded, with a backstory filled to the brim with allusions to homophobic stereotypes about gay men being manipulative and predatory. Dreadwolf won't be a game that uses a female character to paint a male character as being totally awesome and totally smart, then writes that female character as not only a total bitch but short-sighted and stupid as well. Dreadwolf won't be a game where the roles of recurring characters and whether they return as playable characters or reduced to shallow villains isn't dictated by whether or not they're white. So yeah, Dreadwolf won't be like Baldur's Gate 3, because it is not made by and for shitty people.

Lets go down the line of their "points"

Isabella, when she was given to the Qunari in DA2.

City Elves, insanely victimized and deemed criminals by in world humans. And they (and Dalish) are often slaughtered in the narrative by humans.

Qunari, Tevinter, you can't go five minutes without someone calling Tevinter evil or deeming any Qunari as a savage. And Iron Bull's entire arc is about him leaving the Qun as the "good" ending.

Cullen, Samson, Anders, Solas - their stories are pushed forward, despite the fact their narrative counterparts get the shit end of the stick. Vivienne, Calpurnia, Wynne, and Merrill

Rivain. and Isabella nuff said. In the comics she throws slaves overboard.

The black main character (Vivienne) in DAI has much less content in comparison to any of the white faves.

Samson is an evil character with a tranquil as his partner. As a templar he was part of the oppressor group and could be seen as grooming the mage turned tranquil. Especially when you remember that Templars often abused tranquil, and then what happens in DAI to tranquil.

Merrill vs Solas in terms of the Eluvians. Or, Morrigan vs Solas. Take your pick.

I present to you, Varric, Leliana, Cullen, Samson, as recurring again over multiple games. All white, or at the very least light complected. Then the ambiguously brown characters who only got cameos: Alistair and Zevran. And then the sole brown/black character cameo got shunted to multiplayer only, Isabella.

This person clearly never played dragon age and are pretending to in order to make this post for clout.

#bg3 #dragon age #baldur's gate 3 #dragon age dreadwolf #bioware #larian studios #baldur's gate

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rannosaintjust · 2 months

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things that make me happy - Mana-sama's birthday

Thank you for staying true to visual kei and gothic lolita, and for the continued inspiration! I'll wear my Iron Gate OP today!

#gothic lolita #visual kei #mana sama #happy stuff

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lavendorium · 1 year

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A favorite Iron Gate coord, worn to Fanime 2022💀

🖤OP: MmM 🖤headdress: Sweet Dreamer 🖤overskirt: Ruby Princess Lolita 🖤tights: Teja Jamilla 🖤shoes: Demonia 🖤bag: Loris 🖤gatekeeper pin: Néant Glass 🖤necklace: Violet Fane

#coord backlog posting #I own two Iron Gates so I have a lot of Iron Gate coords lol #egl #egl fashion #egl community #egl coord #lolita fashion #lolita coord #moi meme moitie #gothic lolita #jfashion #alt fashion

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esther-dot · 11 months

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HELPPPP, I KNEW THAT DAENERYS STANS HATED MIRRI MAZ DUUR, BUT AT LEAST, I THOUGHT THEY DIDN’T HATED HER FOR KILLING DROGO. GUESS I WAS WRONG.

https://www.tumblr.com/swordsandarms/716956244482637824/ultimately-mirri-was-selfish-outside-of-how-it?source=share

I talked before about how Drogo didn’t follow Mirri’s instructions, so I’m not sure she can be blamed for his death (link) and of course, the same thing applies with Rhaego:

And, if Mirri did intentionally set out to kill Drogo, I support that, just as I would support Dany if she had determined to kill him. The man is a rapist and a slaver, if his victims chose to take him out, I’d have no complaints!

I don’t think OP’s statements about Mirri take the facts of Rhaego or Drogo’s deaths into account, and I certainly disagree with the whitewashing of Drogo. If we go back and read the set-up, I would argue we’re being guided to sympathize with Mirri—not him. I think that view/the Dany view is being undercut:

Across the road, a girl no older than Dany was sobbingin a high thin voice as a rider shoved her over a pile of corpses, facedown, and thrust himself inside her. Other riders dismounted to take their turns. That was the sort of deliverance the Dothraki brought the Lamb Men.

I am the blood of the dragon, Daenerys Targaryen reminded herself as she turned her face away. She pressed her lips together and hardened her heart and rode on toward the gate.

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Slaves, Dany thought. Khal Drogo would drive them downriver to one of the towns on Slaver's Bay. She wanted to cry, but she told herself that she must be strong. This is war, this is what it looks like, this is the price of the Iron Throne.

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"I've told the khal he ought to make for Meereen," Ser Jorah said. "They'll pay a better price than he'd get from a slaving caravan. Illyrio writes that they had a plague last year, so the brothels are paying double for healthy young girls, and triple for boys under ten. If enough children survive the journey, the gold will buy us all the ships we need, and hire men to sail them."

[…]

"You heard my words," she said. "Stop them." She spoke to her khas in the harsh accents of Dothraki. "Jhogo, Quaro, you will aid Ser Jorah. I want no rape."

The warriors exchanged a baffled look.

Jorah Mormont spurred his horse closer. "Princess," he said, "you have a gentle heart, but you do not understand. This is how it has always been. Those men have shed blood for the khal. Now they claim their reward."

Across the road, the girl was still crying, her high singsong tongue strange to Dany's ears. The first man was done with her now, and a second had taken his place.

"She is a lamb girl," Quaro said in Dothraki. "She is nothing, Khaleesi. The riders do her honor. The Lamb Men lay with sheep, it is known."

"It is known," her handmaid Irri echoed.

"It is known," agreed Jhogo, astride the tall grey stallion that Drogo had given him. "If her wailing offends your ears, Khaleesi, Jhogo will bring you her tongue." He drew his arakh.

"I will not have her harmed," Dany said. "I claim her. Do as I command you, or Khal Drogo will know the reason why."

"Ai, Khaleesi," Jhogo replied, kicking his horse. Quaro and the others followed his lead, the bells in their hair chiming.

"Go with them," she commanded Ser Jorah.

"As you command." The knight gave her a curious look. "You are your brother's sister, in truth."

"Viserys?" She did not understand.

"No," he answered. "Rhaegar." He galloped off.

Dany heard Jhogo shout. The rapers laughed at him. One man shouted back. Jhogo's arakh flashed, and the man's head went tumbling from his shoulders. Laughter turned to curses as the horsemen reached for weapons, but by then Quaro and Aggo and Rakharo were there. She saw Aggo point across the road to where she sat upon her silver. The riders looked at her with cold black eyes. One spat. The others scattered to their mounts, muttering.

All the while the man atop the lamb girl continued to plunge in and out of her, so intent on his pleasure that he seemed unaware of what was going on around him. Ser Jorah dismounted and wrenched him off with a mailed hand. The Dothraki went sprawling in the mud, bounced up with a knife in hand, and died with Aggo's arrow through his throat. Mormont pulled the girl off the pile of corpses and wrapped her in his blood-spattered cloak. He led her across the road to Dany. "What do you want done with her?"

The girl was trembling, her eyes wide and vague. Her hair was matted with blood. "Doreah, see to her hurts. You do not have a rider's look, perhaps she will not fear you. The rest, with me." She urged the silver through the broken wooden gate.

It was worse inside the town. Many of the houses were afire, and the jaqqa rhan had been about their grisly work. Headless corpses filled the narrow, twisty lanes. They passed other women being raped. Each time Dany reined up, sent her khas to make an end to it, and claimed the victim as slave. One of them, a thick-bodied, flat-nosed woman of forty years, blessed Dany haltingly in the Common Tongue, but from the others she got only flat black stares. They were suspicious of her, she realized with sadness; afraid that she had saved them for some worse fate. (AGOT, Daenerys VII)

The author wants us to know how horrific this is. The author tells us how abused these women are. And then the author has a sly line about Dany which initially leads us to side with Dany, believe these women are unnecessarily worried about her intentions, but what eventually befalls Mirri?

"You will not hear me scream," Mirri responded as the oil dripped from her hair and soaked her clothing.

"I will," Dany said, "but it is not your screams I want, only your life. (AGOT, Daenerys X)

The fires swept over Mirri Maz Duur. Her song grew louder, shriller … than she gasped, again and again, and her song became a shuddering wail, thin and high and full of agony. (AGOT, Daenery X)

A malicious, painful death at Dany’s hand. I simply don’t think the point of any of those scenes is that Mirri is a baddie.

#anti daenerys #dot chat

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tipsy-scales · 6 months

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New JSK! Black dress with white on the bottom…my beloved

A point of contention is I don’t like prints very much 💀 but I was rlly drawn to classic/gothic type ones with architecture & minimal color. I decided I wanted a black dress w white print with silent moon & iron gate being contenders

Not that I needed these particular ones but I wanted ones that look similar. I eventually found Ruban Sacré by Juliette et Justine & ended up liking it better! It has no text & I love the lace design even moreso than a cathedral print since it’s abstract. It was a splurge but after a month of thinking about it, I went for it. Tbh though I went kind of insane when it arrived💀

It was way too big & not flattering at all. You can’t see it here but the bust was gaping like crazy. It all not a huge deal but I was in a mood & also I’ve had the hardest time finding dresses that I like on me. I’ve tried skirts, OPs, and now this JSK. This would be the fourth piece I’ve tried and have not liked the look of. So for it to arrive & look so frumpy was hard because I rlly love the ideas behind lolita & have had a hard time finding my look.

That’s why I usually wear ouji. I love ouji but I don’t want to feel like I can only wear ouji (I have some insecurities that pop up sometimes & this fashion has not helped 💀)

With advice from a few ppl, I took it in. I added to the darts in the back and added a whole new seam in the front. That’s the most drastic but I think it’s only noticeable if you know, and like I said…it was gaping badly. I feel dramatic but I was seriously so upset about this dress 💀 I thought I’d need to shorten the skirt too but after doing this it was ok!

Before & after! It made a big difference & I’m so happy 😭 like relieved. Glad to have found a good black dress with white on bottom. This isn’t the full coord I had in mind, but it’s the start of it. My friend and I are planning to get tea soon. I’ll wear it then!

#sorry these pics aren’t the best comparison I feel #I changed shirts & posed differently #thought I took one standing still but I didn’t #this is a rush write up lol #but I’m glad to be satisfied w this dress bc lowkey my future as a lolita depended on it LMAO #tip’s J fashion #gonna make a tag for my J fashion #will go back & find my ouji looks to add later

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purpledragongaming · 7 months

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Valheim © 2021; developed by Iron Gate AB; published by Coffee Stain Publishing Caps made by purpledragongaming. Please do not delete credits. - I played a little of this with my brother. Wasn't too good at the game. LOL! (Our play styles are very different) But I REALLY enjoyed the scenery! <3

#Valheim #Forest #PC Games #Co-Op #Open World #Survival #Iron Gate AB #Coffee Stain Publishing

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jay7543 · 3 months

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You and V hide in a safe house after a gig gone wrong pt1

18+++

TF4M/m4m?/m4f? I don’t fucking know, just in case

Put down the pitchforks and torches!!! I know it’s not a cod one but I’ve been on a cyberpunk kick recently so I wanted to make some. I’ll probably have another ghost one tomorrow or the next day, i literally have a journal page where I write ideas for these lol and most are ghost

The v in the photo is my v in game, I guess she’s technically trans since it’s a woman, with a penis, (don’t ask, I just like to make characters like that in games that let me, it’s the same in baldurs gate).

This might be a bit silly mainly because of the slang that cyberpunk uses i.e choom, preem, nova, and gonk. I will use those in this so prep for a chuckle while you’re aroused lol. It’ll probably have a fair bit of plot, at least more than I usually have so it will probably be longer as well, the sexual stuff will be towards the end. I will also make a second part so it isn’t insanely long.

Enjoy!!!!

You’ve been pretty desperate for eddies, you’ve went to every fixer you know and none had any gigs, none that wouldn’t kill you anyway. That was, until you met V, she wasn’t a fixer but she was a merc who needed help and was willing to pay handsomely for it. She hit you up on your holo and made an offer you literally couldn’t refuse, you needed eddies and were willing to get them in almost any way, and 15k for a simple snatch and grab job? Fucking preem. You decided to meet her at the afterlife, a pretty fancy bar as far as you were concerned, all the best fixers in the city hang out there, and now you’re gonna go.

You walk in and look around, you spot her, V, she’s sitting at the bar in a tattered plaid crop top, barely covering her chest in any way, some nice, tight black jeans, and some long, what seem to be combat boots, exo jacks, you don’t see many people wear them, but she fucking rocks them. You also notice her tats on her upper arm, shoulders, neck, and even one on her chest, dead center, it’s fucking hot. After you finish gawking you walk up and sit next to her at the bar, stealing a glance at her chest every chance you get.

Reader-“V? I’m the one you talked to on holo”

She puts down her drink and adjusts the pink aviators you didn’t even know she was wearing. She looks you up and down, taking note of your chubby and tall stature. She chuckles

V-“so you’re the gonk who accepted my job huh? If I were you I wouldn’t have. that much pay, for that little work? Would’ve never trusted it if I were you, most people would run the other way. Guess that’s why no one took it up till you”

She picks her drink back up and takes a sip, then brushed her hair behind her right ear, letting you see the piercings she has. She talk again.

V-“don’t worry, it’s real, I’m not here to pull one over on you, I need help, and I assume you need eddies, but the job will be a bit more dangerous than i described on holo”

She smirks at you, looking you up and down again, noticing your lack of chrome, only rocking the most basic implants

Reader-“well, I had the thought that but, you’re right, I needed eddies, I couldn’t say no. So, what’s the job”

V downs the rest of her drink and puts on a very serious expression

V-“well, it is a smash and grab like I described, but it’s dangerous, we’re breaking into a militech warehouse”

She pauses, almost waiting for your outrage. You’re taken aback, you almost don’t believe it

Reader-“militech? Fucking militech! Are you serious? I may be a gonk for accepting the job but I’d be fucking insane to go against them”

You run your hand over your face to try and calm yourself down, taking a few deep breaths in the process.

Reader-“I barely even have any iron, I got a pistol a few generations behind the current stuff, and a handful of rounds, I don’t even have the ability to go against them”

V-“well, if it goes well, that shouldn’t matter, I don’t plan on shooting, this is a stealth op, I just needed someone to watch my back and help me carry some of the goods out”

You relax a bit at her words, at least she’s not completely insane enough to take on militech head on.

V-“I’ll sweeten the pot a bit too, I’ll give you something extra for helping me, call it a gift for being gonk enough to help me. You’ll get it when the jobs done”

She chuckles at her comment, smiling and showing off her purple lips, which makes you flash a quick smile as well, she has a certain air about her, you feel calm around her, and honestly, for the first time in a while, happy. You’re definitely still scared but, you’re ready.

Reader-“so, when are we doing this”

V-“few days, got a few things to straighten before hand. Guess that makes us chooms till the foreseeable future”

She smiles and reaches out her hand for a shake, which lets you see the lines all over her arms, more chrome, from the type of stuff you’ve seen, it seems like she has mantis blades. Those are far from cheap, and damn effective to, maybe everything will be good after all. You reach out and shake her hand, making her sizable breasts bounce as you shake hands, and you swear, for a split second you see one of her nipples, puffy, pink, big areola, you’re for sure jerking off to the thought of it later. You both stand and walk your separate ways, one of you sporting a full erection.

A few days later, you’re sitting around in your apartment thinking about V when you get a call, it’s her!!! You answer

V-“hey choom, it’s ready, meet me at the afterlife”

She hangs up, not even letting you get a word in, you make your way to the afterlife. When you get there you see V waiting outside, the same outfit she had on before, somehow looking even hotter.

Reader-“hey V, how you been?”

You ask with a smile on your face

V-“you know how it is, getting shot at, shooting back, night city baby”

She laughs and bites her tongue and looks back at you

V-“it’s all set up, giving you one more chance to back out, it’s dangerous, I get it if you don’t want to”

She says with a serious and almost worried tone.

Reader-“no, not backing out, I trust you”

You smile reassuringly, V gives a sigh of relief

V-“good, let’s go then, car’s over here”

She points and starts walking, expecting you to follow, you of course do. When you get to the car you both get in. V slaps the steering wheel a few times to psyche her self up before starting the engine and going

V-“so, when we get there, you stay behind me, follow my moves, everything goes well, we won’t even have to waste our bullets. It’ll be fucking nova if that happens”

You nod, she nods, and keeps driving. After a few minutes of silent, nervous driving, you arrive, a large warehouse, no outside guards, looks like you’re lucky day. V pulls up to a hole in the fence that surrounds the building that presumably she cut. She gets out of the car quietly and you follow suit. You guys walk in and she stops abruptly, you almost bumping into her, not that you’d mind coping a feel (respectfully of course). She presumably scans the area before turning to you.

V-“it’s clear, let’s go”

You follow her to a side door and make your way in, you two make your way to a back room filled with some preem stuff, guns, armor, and even some implants, top shelf shit. V notices your intrigue

V-“you can grab some stuff, not too much though, we’re looking for some specific shit”

You nod and pick up an armored vest that seems to fit with you style, as well as a new pistol. She notices and chuckles before she keeps walking. She gets to a few boxes near the corner of the room.

Reader-“what’s that shit?”

V-“what we’re here for”

She opens one of the boxes to reveal more implants, even better shit than what you saw before, experimental stuff.

V-“this is the shit my fixer what’s, some new tech, I don’t even know what it does, but hell is it expensive, grab a box”

You both pick up a box and start to leave, after just a handful of steps you hear an alarm

V-“fuck, dammit”

Reader-“what’s happening?”

V-“I don’t know, we tripped an alarm or some bullshit, run!”

You both start to run out of the building, the once barren building now filled with guards, you guys dodge them as best you can but then you come to an impasse, the only hallway out and it’s blocked by militech guards, you two take cover behind some metal crates and they open fire.

V-“fuck! Just fucking perfect”

She sighs and grunts before handing you her box.

V-“take this, and stay down till I say, got it?”

She asks sternly

Reader-“y-yeah”

You say nervously as you stack the boxes and hold them, she gives you a nod and stretches her arms, after a second you see her arms open up, her forearms now open revealing some very shiny, well kept chrome, then the blades pop out from just above her wrists, mantis blades! You’ve never seen them in action before, thank god she’s on your side.

She backs up a bit to get a running start to jump over the crates you two are hiding behind, when she does she sticks on of the blades into the wall and hangs there for a second, the guards all stare at her in shock till, in the blink of an eye, she pushes off the wall and lands on one of the guards, tearing him to shreds, another guard screams and shoots at her, she block’s every bullets with the blades,putting him down as well. You see another guard behind her that she didn’t notice, he aims at her as she flings her head around, you throw down the boxes and pull out the pistol you grabbed and fire at him, taking his head clean off, as you stand there in shock, staring at your pistol, surprised that off all things, that’s what it did, you get a bullet to the shoulder from the second guard that’s on the ground, V noticed

V-“fuck!”

She screams as she lunges towards him and cuts his head off with the blades, she flings them down to get the blood off them then she retracts them and runs over to you and picks you up.

Reader-“I-I’m good, hit my shoulder”

You say, breathless from shock and pain. She pulls a bounce back out of her pocket and jabs it into your chest, causing you too take a deep breath and instantly fill with energy

Reader-“thanks”

V-“yeah, don’t mention it”

She rips a piece of one of the dead guards shirts and wraps it around your wound. She stands you up and hands you a box, she grabs the other one.

V-“let’s go, I have a safe house nearby”

You nod and follow her back to her car. You two drive to the safe house and take the boxes inside. She plops down on the bed as you sit in a chair.

Reader-“that was…a lot”

V nods and chuckles

V-“yeah, it was. We’ll be stuck here a few days while shit cools down”

You nod and lean back in your chair.

Reader-“you were amazing, I’ve never seen those things in action before”

She smiles

V-“yeah, they costed a pretty penny but they’re worth it”

She smirks and stands to walk over to you.

V-“well, since we’re stuck here, I’ll give you that reward I was talking about”

She takes off the tattered crop top, finally letting you see those perfect tits you only got an accidental glimpse of the other day

Reader-“what-what are you-“

She covers your mouth with her hand

V-“we’re chooms now right? And I’ve noticed the way you look at me, since that first day in the afterlife, you really thought that nip slip was an accident?”

She laughs and sits on your lap, putting her lips only inches away from yours

Reader-“well, yeah, I-I really liked how you look, I mean, with that outfit what did you expect, I-“

She cuts you off again but with her lips this time, she takes you in a deep kiss forcing her tongue into your mouth and fighting your tongue for dominance, hers is winning, she nibbles on your lips as she kissed you as hard as she can. After about a minute of two of that, she pull away and stands.

V-“now for the real fun”

She takes off her boots to show her perfect feet, so smooth, her nails perfectly taken care of, then she takes off her jeans, revealing a pair of nice black panties, that seem to be a bit more…filled than they should be. When she takes them off you see it, her cock, pretty and pink, and circumcised.

Reader-“you’re-you’re a guy?!”

You say surprised but not exactly turned off. V chuckles and starts to pull of your pants as well.

V-“no, I’m trans, I’m a girl, but I grew…a bit attached to my cock, so I decided to keep it”

She laughs as she pulls your pants and underwear off, revealing your surprisingly thick and long cock. Her eyes widen, mouth slightly agape

V-“damn man, this is a fucking nova cock, what implant you got?”

She ask, genuinely certain it’s not real, you laugh the hardest you have in a while.

Reader-“no, it’s real, all me baby, can’t afford chrome anyway”

She smiles and kisses your tip a few times, leaving her purple lipstick on it as it gets hard.

V-“with this thing you could’ve been a doll, or a xbd star, like damn”

You chuckle again, it was true, you had the cock of a pornstar, but that’s not the life you wanted. She then sits on your lap again, your cocks now pressed together, she takes them in her hand and starts to stroke.

Reader-“fuck, you feel so good pressed against me”

You moan as your tips rub together, her fingers running up and down over both of you.

She chuckles and takes your hand and puts it on her tits.

V-“go ahead, touch them, my nipples are my weak spot”

She licks her lips and you start fondling her tits and pinching her nipples, making her moan and wriggle a bit under your touch.

V-“fuck yeah, preem”

She moans and leans against you, still stroking the both of you, your pre cum now mixing with hers. You pull her in for a kiss, now you’re in control as you taste her mouth and tongue as much as possible. You both moan and grunt into each others mouths as you both approach orgasm.

V-“fuck I-I’m close”

Reader-“yeah, me too V, l-let’s cum together”

She lets out a chuckle through her moans and pants as she now starts exclusively stroking your and her tips. Both of your throbbing tips are weeping from pleasure, almost begging to cover each other with cum. V moans loud and grunts

V-“cumming!”

She yells as she lets out her load all over your chest and cock, you follow suit and do the same to her, some even reaching her tits. You both lean back a bit and wind down from the pleasure, she smiles and leans down to lick her cum off your chest, and wiping yours all over herself

V-“fuck yes, this is gonna be an amazing night”

She gets up off your lap and walks over to the bed leaning over it to present her perfect asshole too you.

V-“now, you gonna fuck me or just sit over there, you fucking gonk”

She laughs and shakes her ass, causing her cock and balls to shake as she invites you into her ass. You stand up and walk over

Reader-“fuck yes”

#18+ only #smut #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk v #v x reader #mtf trans #cyberpunk oc #spicy content #tf4m #trans #mtf smut #fanfic #m4m #m4f #trans nsft

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Baldur's Gate 3 Tav Ask Game

Following this post by @spacebarbarianweird

The list of questions is from @tolkien-fantasy.

My Tav's OC lore under the cut. This is the lady in all my fics.

Here she is being pleased with herself for being a little shit. She was not, indeed, better than those juvenile antics.

Why did you pick the race you did for your Tav?

Half-elf, for I am a basic bitch (and one who likes the idea of their character having a longer-than-human lifespan)

Why did you pick the class you did for your Tav?

Bardlock. Heavily leaning bard in HC. A bard is a lot of fun to write, but I prefer to play magic types.

What is your character’s moral alignment?

Chaotic neutral.

How did you choose your Tav’s name, if you gave them a unique one?

She doesn't use her real name. Her patron insists that she calls herself Asmodea, in honour of Asmodeus. It's meant to be ironically pompous, because frankly she's a pretty shit warlock.

What are your character’s strongest and weakest stats (strength, charisma, etc)?

Maxed out charisma, but needs to resort to asking Str 8 Astarion to open jars for her. Wisdom is clearly not up there either, given some of the choices she's made.

What is your Tav’s origin story?

I started typing out an essay, but will try to condense as much as I can:

Unwanted child between elf (mother) and human (father), raised by father. Doesn't know elven side of family. Was sent off for schooling as a young adolescent. Father dies, any and all traces of family fortune gone, only debts that she would now have to take over. Unable to continue studies, gets kicked out. Can't go back home. What do? Hooks up with guy, guy turns out to be bandit. Joins and runs with bandits for years. Picks up bard skills along the way. Banditry gets progressively worse, more violent and dangerous, and she eventually says "fuck this" and sneaks off with whatever loot she can carry. Keeps changing names and appearance and lives as a traveling bard for the next decade or so.

Enters pact with an otherworldly being shortly before events of BG3. Not her brightest moment, but one that kept her out of jail, at least.

Then nautiloid happens.

What was the most significant moment in your Tav’s origin story?

I would say suddenly finding yourself penniless and roofless and having to learn how to survive was a pretty big deal.

What deity, if any, does your character worship?

None.

What is your Tav’s biggest priority or goal?

Part of the terms of the patron's contract is keeping them entertained, so she is, indeed, forced to live in 'interesting times', or create them personally.

If your Tav didn’t become an adventurer, what else would they be doing?

She didn't really have particular plans for her future before everything went haywire.

What is your Tav’s most used weapon or spell?

Eldritch blast. Pew pew.

What is your Tav’s favorite school of magic/weapon type?

Realistically, anything ranged.

How does your Tav fight in a combat situation?

Poorly. Tries to stay away from hand to hand combat as much as possible. Stays close to Astarion.

Does your Tav know any other languages besides Common?

Note: OP doesn't know enough DND lore to really say. Let's go with whatever human language is appropriate for the Sword Coast area + bits and pieces from numerous other languages that she's picked up in her travels.

If your Tav could/does multiclass, what other class would they choose?

Is a bardlock.

Which of the companions does your Tav trust most?

Astarion because bae. Karlach because friend. Lae'zel because predictable.

Which of the companions does your Tav distrust most?

Shadowheart. She always seemed like she had an ulterior agenda that she might foresake everyone else for.

She's not too fond of Gale's bomb and all the surrounding circumstances either.

Who is your Tav’s biggest rival?

She doesn't really think of her companions in those terms. Wyll's clearly a better warlock, but she simply accepts that.

Who is your Tav romancing, if anyone?

Astarion. Of course it's Astarion.

If you’re romancing anyone, why did your Tav fall for them? And why did that character fall for your Tav?

They connected through a shared sense of humour, impulsivity, dramatics, and desire to make the world burn just to see what happens.

If you’re romancing anyone, who fell first and who fell harder?

They arguably started falling more or less at the same time. Astarion fell harder.

How does your Tav act around their crush?

They started off by putting on a show of a massive love affair as a running gag to amuse themselves and annoy their other companions, until at some point it wasn't acting anymore. Related fic.

What is your Tav’s favorite moment they’ve had with their lover?

She rather enjoyed seeing him tear out a bandit's throat with his fangs to protect her.

What is your Tav attracted to? What are their turn-ons and turn-offs?

Attracted to humour, independence and self-sufficiency. Likes it when people are straightforward and can keep up with her.

Incompetence, neediness or just plain being boring are major turn-offs.

Does your Tav have any biases against other classes or races?

Not any more than the average person. She's met plenty of different people on her journeys. Goblins, half-orcs and drow are, in her experience, even worse than their stereotypes. The tieflings she's met have mostly been lovely though, she doesn't understand the hate for them.

What is the most prominent color in your Tav’s color scheme?

Doesn't really stick to any particular colours as doesn't want to be too easily recognised.

What is their sense of humor like?

Inappropriate. Also finds great joy in just being immature at times.

What is your Tav’s guilty pleasure?

Horrendously bad erotica novels. A hobby she shares with Astarion, actually. They keep a running tally of each instance of "velvet-wrapped steel" they come across, and occasionally perform dramatic in-character readings at camp for everyone's benefit, when the writing is sufficiently atrocious.

How easily offended are they? How do they act when offended?

Not easily at all, or rather doesn't let it get to her. She will remember, however, and is not above enacting petty, spiteful revenge.

How does your Tav react when someone insults their friend/partner?

Usually by saying something like "no, it's not worth it, let's just go, oh no, how will they ever walk again, that sure is a broken kneecap, shame about the face, welp, there go the teeth" and not actually intervening. Astarion can take care of himself.

How does your Tav dress for different occasions, like very fancy situations?

She hasn't had a chance to dress for a fancy occasion since she was a teenager. I think she would go all out given the opportunity. A combination of practicality and allure in everyday life - her vocation does require that she presents well. And that she is able to get away quickly should shit hit the fan.

How did your Tav get their scars, if they have any?

No major scars.

What is your Tav’s relationship with their family?

Doesn't know mother's elven side, and father's dead. She's got extended family, somewhere, but they've never been close.

What is your Tav’s opinion on nobility and authority?

Fuck the police. Eat the rich. She's technically still on the run from the law, not that 'the law' is competent enough or cares enough to find her.

How does your Tav react to wearing the Wavemother’s robe? How do they react to their partner wearing it?

They think it's hilarious and argue about who looks better in it. Neither will admit, but they both think Gale wore it best.

What is your Tav’s favorite type of environment? Like in a tavern, a library, out in the wilderness, underground, etc.

Honestly, she is sick and tired of taverns and the wilderness. She craves being someplace comfortable and more refined.

What would your Tav’s Zodiac sign be?

Sigh, OP is not into this, but going by the stereotypes - Aries might suit.

What is their favorite season?

Summer. Because fuck snow, fuck rain, fuck mud, fuck cold.

Where in the world does your Tav want to visit the most?

She's never had a chance to sail and is curious about that.

What is the biggest mistake your Tav ever made?

The banditry definitely wasn't a great choice.

What animal best represents your Tav?

Some form of talking parrot that might shit on you as they fly overhead

What flower/tree/plant best represents your Tav?

Four leaf clover

What does your Tav smell like?

Honestly, not that great at the moment, but hopefully she'll find a bath soon

What song best represents your Tav?

Oh boy. Gogol Bordello - Not a Crime came to mind. It's got the energy of something she might play. And the lyrics are suitable.

What would be your Tav’s favorite music genre?

I think she would have an eclectic taste, leaning towards the more lively end of the spectrum.

What role would your Tav play in a highschool AU? (nerd, jock, bully, goth, etc)

Theater kid that's always skipping class

What is the most important item your Tav has?

It's for practicality rather than sentimental value, but she does need her instruments. She's also got numerous notebooks where she jots down notes for her stories.

Where does your Tav feel most at home?

She may be tired of them, but she is most at ease and in her element in a busy tavern.

What is your Tav’s philosophy on life?

Trust your gut. Don't ask for permission. Better to regret doing than regret not doing.

Does your Tav think more with their heart or their brain?

She flips a coin when conflicted.

What does your Tav want in their future? (domestic bliss, more adventure, a family, etc)

Some kind of stability, at least for a while. Doesn't see herself as a mother or housewife though.

What is your Tav’s worst fear?

Helplessness and loss of freedom

Is your Tav easily tricked or deceived?

No, she's very distrustful given the amount of tricking and deceiving that she's had to do herself.

If your Tav was granted a single wish, what would it be?

Immortality. Like I said, she isn't particularly wise.

How does your Tav feel about keeping secrets, both their own and others?

She'll respect other people's secrets if they respect hers.

How would your Tav react to a love confession?

Oh I have a whole fic about that.

What are your Tav’s biggest insecurities?

Struggles with impostor syndrome generally. Can't believe she hasn't gotten everyone killed yet. Why are they following her?

What is your Tav’s favorite food?

Anything with a bit of a kick to it. Dislikes bland food as much as she dislikes bland people.

How generous is your Tav, especially to those they don’t know?

Generally, she's not. Rather, she can be generous with information, not so much with money, items or time - unless it doesn't really hinder her or she stands to benefit in the long run. No point helping those who can't help themselves. She might make an exception for children or other women - she knows how rough it can be.

If an evil character told your Tav that they wanted to change and help them, would they believe it?

This would have to be an actions speaking louder than words situation. She'll believe it when she sees it.

What does your Tav want to be remembered by?

She's documenting the current journeys, but hasn't decided yet whether to keep her name in it. Or if so, which name.

What Tarot Card best represents your Tav?

Really not my forte. Perhaps Page of Wands.

What would be your Tav’s major in college?

Literature

Does your Tav consider themselves a hero, villain, victim or something else?

A reluctant participant and chronicler.

How good is your Tav at giving advice? How good are they at following it themselves?

“She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it).”

How does your Tav get along with each party member?

Karlach is her best friend in the group. She wishes she could have had Karlach with her as a travelling companion over the past 10 years, watching her back and stirring shit up with her.

Gale annoys the shit out of her with the unrequited crush he's got for her.

She finds Lae'zel to be a breath of fresh air with how she says exactly what she thinks, and actually feels like she can relax around her.

Shadowheart unnerves her somewhat. She doesn't really trust any religious fanatics.

She would ordinarily be annoyed with someone like Wyll for the excessive altruism, but he is genuinely such a kind and openhearted person that she can't help but like him. She is NOT allowing him to co-write their adventures though.

Is somewhat intimidated by Halsin's sheer life experience.

And then there's Astarion, but you know about that.

What are your Tav’s other hobbies?

She drinks. She cheats at cards. And she writes. Whether it's chronicling their journey or original stories that come to mind. Thank goodness for that bag of holding, she's been lugging her notebooks around for years, not having anywhere to store them.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #write your tav #bg3 tav #my tav #baldur's gate oc #writing

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