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luimagines · 8 months

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Another request because my brain has decided to start working somewhat the chain finding someone not from their world

This one... Is very vague. So don't mind if I take many creative liberties XD

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Part one will include Wild, Legend and Hyrule.

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Wild

Wild wasn't sure if he was meant to be looking at this person at the moment.

She had a high ponytail, with their quiver and shield strapped to their back. The sheath which held her sword rested at their hip, a very familiar sheikah slate was hooked on the other side.

She was blond with blue eyes and burn marks all over the side of their face in a very familiar pattern.

Wild gulped and stuck a hand out, trying to mean no harm. "Uh, hi. Why do you look like me?"

She eyes him with suspicion and slowly puts her hand in his. "I could be asking you the same thing."

"Hey Cub, have you seen- oh god there's two of them." Twilight fumbles out of the surrounding foliage. He blurts his words without thinking and points.

The girl eyes him with just as much suspicion, borderline glaring at him. Twilight shrinks back somewhat, not expecting this. "Hello...Can we help you?"

"You look familiar." She mutters and but shakes her head. "Where am I? Who are you people?"

Twilight coughs. "My name is Link and his name is Link. We're... actually not from here. But you can call me Rancher or Twilight. I respond to both. He goes by Champion or Wild. What's your name?"

She takes a step back, very purposefully looking them both up and down.. "...My name is Linkle..."

Twilight looks just as lost as Wild feels. Wild shakes his head, smacking his cheeks for good measure. He hopes that there's no triggered memory because of this. That would really bad at the moment.

"A new hero maybe?" He ventures tentatively. "We're going to have to tell the others."

She looks even more on guard. Her hand goes to rest on the hilt of her sword. "Others?"

Twilight nods, putting his hands up. "We have a group of others named Link...We're all heroes of Hyrule. Sound familiar?"

She doesn't relax but she nods. She makes no move to follow them though. "Where's Prince Zelden?"

Wild frowns. "Never heard of him....There's Princess Zelda though but she's not here right now."

Everything about her reminds him of himself but it's never been so... off. Is it because she's a girl or too similar to him? Wild cant figure it out.

He looks over Twilight as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He's getting a headache. Wild isn't sure why though. She's his look alike- Oh wait, that might be why.

Wild offers his arm like any good gentleman (Sky would be proud). "We all have questions, I'm sure. Together we can both try to figure out what's happening. Would you like to join us for lunch? I was about to start the fire."

She slowly reaches for his arm and nods. "...Yes. I'd like that actually. Thank you."

Twilight shakes his head. "I'll let the boy know we have company... Please don't set anything on fire."

"...I need to start the fire though."

"You know what I mean."

The girl next to him giggles. "I have a friend just like him. She tells me the same thing all the time."

Wild smiles. "She sounds fun."

Legend

He had to crane his neck to get a decent look at them.

They were huge, as big as a hinox. They had four arms and a massive maw full of razor sharp teeth. They has large scales on their body in a brilliant green color. The closest thing Legend could compare them to were beatle wings but they must much larger and hard as a rock.

"Admiring my armor?" They said. Their voice shook Legend to his core. Something about it spoke of power and restraint.

He finds himself nodding. "It's armor then? How do you put in on? There's no strap of anything."

They laugh. "Of course not. It's a part of my body. They've only gotten this strong because of all the times I've torn them off."

They poke their shells. It makes a small dull sound. They bring it closer for Legend to touch as well. He does, only because he has no idea what would be considered weird in this circumstance. It's smooth but warm. Solid. "Did it hurt, Sniper?"

"Of course." They pull back. "The blood is always a pain to clean up but it's necessary where I'm from. My people pick from the toughest warriors and strongest soldiers. There's someone I have my eyes on so I hope to prove myself tough enough to form a life bond."

Legend nods. He understands only the need to peacock to catch attention. He doesn't understand the rest of it.

"The Drev are a war species." They explain, as if that's an normal to say. "We pride ourselves in being unbeatable and we train our young from a young age to be a merciless on the battle field as out predecessors."

Legend finds himself only getting more freaked out by this conversation. Is this normal? Can someone call him or something? Get him out of this!

"We..." He tries to explain himself and his people. But how does he not piss off this giant behemoth of a creature?

They had met up while they were tracking down the shadow. The shadow ran out of a portal like their life depended on it and this...Drev, came out chasing him. It appears they they did enough damage to be thirsty for more.

It's unnerving.

No one really had a choice when they said they were traveling with hem now to track down the shadow and given their battle prowess... they weren't going to turn them away from that either.

"You are all soft and squishy." The drev pokes his leg. "It's incredibly you've all survived as long as you have."

They laugh and Legend is inclined to let them have their moment. Of course it's obvious that they've all had close calls. What does he even say to that?

Hyrule

Hyrule knew by this point that there were many worlds beside his own. His own world has changed so much that he could hardly recognize it outside of his own existence. It might as well be a different place entirely.

So when he comes face to face with a person who's entire bottom half is a serpentine, he's not exactly inclined to ask many questions at first.

Their eyes are bright and vibrant. Between the slits down the center and their yellow color, Hyrule finds himself drawn further into their differences.

Their tail is black with orange bands. Similar scales trail up their uncovered torso and over their joints and arms. Their hands are completely covered by the scales and end with razor sharp black tinted claws. The scales become more patchy by their neck, face and hairline and end when long black hair starts to grow out of their scalp.

Hyrule seems to focus more on the their face, trying to make the situation as less awkward as possible. It only polite to hold relative eye contact. "Hello."

They slither away, crouching lower to the ground.

The others shout and cry out from just behind him. The creature has made itself known but apparently by mistake.

"Hyrule! Are you hurt?" Warrior calls out, running with his weapon out.

Hyrule forces himself to his feet. The sight of the new being has left him a little unsteady, but he doesn't want them to attack for no reason. "I'm ok! We're all good here!"

That gets them to slow down at least.

Legend makes it to him first with the help of his pegasus boots. Hyrule is tackled into a hug and pushed behind the other hero. "What on earth?"

"This is new to you too?"

"I've never seen anyone like them."

They slither back even farther and start going up a tree.

"Wait!" Hyrule moves away form Legend, even putting his hand on the outstretched blade to lower it. "Don't go away! We won't hurt you."

"But will they hurt us?" Warrior slide in, also holding his weapon.

"They didn't even do anything!" Hyrule tries to defend. "We just crashed together, that's all."

"Looked more like an ambush to me."

The snake being pulls themself higher into the tree, never taking their eyes off of the young boys as they begin to gather around.

Hyrule bounces his knee nervously and coughs. "Do you have a name?"

The person tilts their head and looks to the rest of them.

Legend clicks his tongue. "Do they even speak?"

"....Kara."

The entire group stills.

"My name is Kara."

Part 2

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #I'm going to make so many new characters #and keep none of them #are they aliens? from a different universe? alternate versions of them?#it's going to depend #i'm going to have to pull out all the stops lol #the drev are from starr-fall-knight-rise #they write for humans are space orcs #and they have an ongoing story and i love it #i might add their Vrull later... but I feel like that would be cheating XD #but go check them out if you're into that fandom

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aaronieros · 3 months

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fuck it. short tumblr fic because there's no way i finish this during The Laddening. this is the madatobi tsukuyomi idea i have been ruminating on. warning for implied/referenced past necrophilia and questionable consent due to genjustu hatesex but this is just a conceptual preamble and not actual smut anyway. cannot stress enough that they do not fuck in this it's just that they're about to

It's a mistake, looking up at Madara from the ground. Reanimated, his body is immortal, and the different pattern of Madara's eye doesn't set off Tobirama's instinct to avoid the Sharingan. That may be why he lets his guard down, why he looks up from where he's pinned to lock eyes with Madara one last time.

That, or it's an old habit resurfacing. As soon as his eyes graze across Madara's, there's a sudden freedom to his body, and the noise of the ongoing war has been quieted. Madara hasn't bothered to change the scenery otherwise, but Tobirama knows where he is.

He stands, waits for Madara to state his purpose, because he surely can't have brought Tobirama here for the same reason he always used to? Not now, not while the whole fucking world is ending at his hands?

"I know what you did to my body," Madara casually tells him as he approaches.

Tobirama has to admit he never thought he'd be confronted for that, particularly by Madara himself. How, exactly, does he even know?

"You just couldn't resist letting your hands wander, linger, once you could finally touch me for real. I was only a little put off when I found out. There was something triumphant in the implicit confession that you would have instigated after all, if not for your pride."

"If not for who you are," Tobirama corrects. "Dead, you were quite agreeable. No mood swings, no Sharingan. No danger."

"Please. As if the Sharingan didn't singlehandedly allow our secret little trysts. As if the danger didn't turn you on."

There's little point in lying to Madara within his Tsukuyomi. For all that he's done, he has managed to keep his initial word that whatever occurs in this world remains confined to it, never to be mentioned in the real world.

"If it didn't, I would have killed you for trying, that first time," Tobirama tells him.

"As if it's a given that you would be able to. As if the only thing keeping me alive was your mercy."

It was the opposite, he knows. From the first time Madara caught him in Tsukuyomi, claiming he only wanted to have a private discussion-- one that spiraled and spiraled and spiraled until Madara was touching him and Tobirama couldn't think anymore-- his life should have been forfeit.

A snap of Madara's fingers sees Tobirama's armor removed, but he likes slipping his hands under Tobirama's clothes too much to bare him completely. Tobirama never understood it. He never understood why Madara even started this, nor why he kept coming back for more. The simple triumph of leaving Tobirama a sweaty mess, impossibly hard and unsatisfied within those few mere seconds that pass in the real world?

He has no decency, this man. Madara once blinked Tobirama into Tsukuyomi out in public, choosing to represent the real world, bystanders and all, within the dream world. He had them all witness, had them all react, as he fucked Tobirama in front of the whole village, and all Tobirama could do was try in vain to hide how much he enjoyed that extra effect, lest he encourage Madara to try something so obscene for real next time.

But why even do this? He knows Madara holds no fondness for him, knows he alone bears the majority of Madara's hatred. It could be a release of frustration, but it isn't even real. It's essentially just a shared fantasy, one Tobirama feels all too intimately.

"We have eight hours in this world," Madara pivots, ready to begin. "I'll be using all of them to the fullest."

It's definitely some form of psychological torture. It's about humiliation, domination. It's the fact that he got Tobirama to agree to this so many damn times. Madara must take so much pleasure in watching Tobirama submit to the power of his eyes.

"I think I'll make you come a hundred times," Madara muses with a brush of his hand down Tobirama's abdomen, but the claim gives Tobirama pause even as he instinctually shivers.

"In eight hours?" he questions, gears turning in the wrong direction entirely for this predicament.

"Don't criticize my math at a time like this," Madara scolds him.

"Not only would that be terribly unpleasant, but you won't manage it."

Madara's eyes narrow, taking Tobirama's logic as a challenge.

"Have you forgotten that I make the rules in this world?" he asks, and then his hand slides up Tobirama's shirt, splaying on his abs. His skin is oversensitized, Madara's touch hot and electric. If it managed to feel like this the whole time...

Well, it's the last time they'll ever do this. Tobirama could indulge, since he's already here.

(He's thought the same thing a dozen times in the past.)

#madatobi #it's a little spicy. just a little #i would rate it M not E #ficlet tag

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bhaalbaaby · 8 months

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Title: Lace Trimmed Danger (4829 words) Pairing: astarion/tav, slight gale/tav Warnings: nsfw, feelings all over the place, some jealousy, etc etc lol A/N: pov is a bit all over the place i think ;; but i hope I'm not too ooc takes place before they reach the goblin camp. tried not to copy the scene exactly with gale, but it is referenced

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The day drags on. They'll reach the Goblin Camp soon, that's for sure. She tries not to be put off by their stench but everything about them reeks of blood and bile. They'll make camp and strike in the morning. She glances over at Astarion, blood splattering his face. The view makes her heart skip beats but she ignores it, swallowing hard.

"I think we should stop for the evening. My mana needs to recharge." Gale announces, looking over at Sarnarei. Hers is low as well, but she could go on for a bit longer. The looks on Astarion and Shadowheart's faces however make her change her mind.

"Alright. Let's set up." She says giving in.

They set up near the river which excites the sorceress. They all need a bath to get the various smells out, at least for now. She approaches Astarion first. He keeps her mind in a buzz. "Let's go bathe." She says playfully, running her fingers down his armor.

His pale eyebrow raises, pulling her closer. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you just want to see me naked. Lucky for you, we do need them. All this running around and killing is exhilarating but absolutely disgusting."

Astarion lets her lead the way, away from others until she stops by a tree. She strokes the bark, hard and firm under her fingers. The leaves give a nice canopy of privacy from above, the lower ones blocking the view from their friends. Astarion is aware of the trick, the look in her brown eyes as she flashes an innocent smile, her next words vulgar.

"Will you fuck me here?" She asks, stroking the bark, pushing her ass out, her tail whipping from side to side. His eyes drink in the sight, her dress easy access, inviting him for the touch. It would be easy to take her now, press her against the tree, and give her what she thinks she wants, but he hesitates.

"Should we get clean first?" He asks, tugging his white shirt off, and tossing it in the grass.

She considers this, staring at the river bank. It was her idea after all to get clean. She should honor her word. "Yeah, that might be a better idea." She says, feeling embarrassed. She feels so out of character with him, but he's so alluring. Sarnarei hopes he doesn't think she's only interested in the physical. He seems interesting too, more than everyone else so far, but she shouldn't be looking for companionship. They need to find a cure.

She turns away as she slips the bands of her dress off her shoulders. She also isn't sure if he likes her because of the sex or because of who she is as a person. She hates not knowing, but she will not ask him. She knows his answer and knows it's too soon.

She turns to see him already naked, going towards the riverbank. He's so pale, she thinks, staring at his ass. Can't have it all.

She walks towards him with the lavender soap she has. "I'll get your back if you get mine." She says with a small smile, handing him the bar. He grimaces as he takes the soap. "I can't wait until we're back in the city for a proper bath. I feel so…" He walks deeper into the river until it's up to his waist. She follows, listening to his whine, the water splashing her breasts.

"Feel so what?" She asks as she turns around, offering her back to him.

He sighs, cupping his hand in the cool water and pouring it over her back. "It feels too rustic for my liking."

She laughs softly as he lathers her back with the soap. "Rustic? I take it your life back in the city was higher class?" She asks, feeling his hands slide down her sharp shoulder blades, where wings should have grown if she had been a Cambion.

Astarion doesn't answer right away, his hands continuing to explore her back, the differences of sharpness and softness until he pulls her closer, her tail, flush against his cock. She bites her lip, feeling her heart skip over itself. "You could say so. It wasn't my wealth anymore as it was my Master's." His hands travel to her front, over the ridges on her chest to her breasts. She moans softly as she leans into him, laughing softly.

"Ah, I see… We'll get caught…" She says finally, moving away from his touch. She turns to face him, her face flushed. She expects to see the same on his face, but he looks distant. He plays it off with a smile, handing her the soap.

"I thought we were trying to help each other get clean," Astarion replies, with a cheeky smile.

"I just can't get my back," Sarnarei winks as she pecks his cheek. "Are you feeling alright?" She asks as she steps back, waiting for him to turn around.

"Of course I'm fine. Tired, but fine." He says quickly, slowly turning around. She frowns, seeing the scars up close. She felt them before, but Astarion had been quick to put his shirt back on, not giving her space to assess them until now.

She pauses for a moment recognizing the script, Infernal. She frowns, her fingers hovering.

Astarion scoffs feeling her hesitate. "What? What is it?"

"I don't want to overstep, but these scars on your back…" She stops herself, reading his body language.

"What about them?" He scoffs, turning around.

"They're Infernal. I remember the language from my father's tomes." She says, shrinking into herself.

A light of recognition flickers behind his eyes, "Infernal you say? Do you know what the words mean?" He asks, reaching behind his back, his fingers running over the raised scars.

Her frown deepens, "No, I don't, but from what I remember from all those years ago is that they're only used in contracts." She doesn't have to mention who the contract is from. It's written all over his face.

"I need to know what it says. Exactly." He takes the soap from her, washing himself lost in thought.

She only watches, wishing she brought her other bar of soap. They bathe in silence, hands to themselves.

When they arrive back at the riverbank, they notice some towels left for them. She smiles to herself, grateful for the other's thoughtfulness. She wraps herself up, sneaking glances at Astarion.

"If you need some warming up later, my tent should be available," Sarnarei says softly, glancing at the damned tree.

"I may take you up on that offer. Um, Sarnarei?" She raises her eyebrow, his voice unsure. "Please keep this between us." He gestures to his back and she gives him a firm nod.

"Of course." His shoulders relax as he steps closer, pressing his lips against hers. She practically melts at the quick kiss as he disappears into the camp.

She sits at the entrance of her tent, watching everyone. Sarnarei has picked up on their quirks while they wait for Gale to finish cooking. Shadowheart kneels, her eyes closed, the slight breeze playing with her ponytail. She seems so serene, but she knows not to interrupt.

Astarion rests shirt loosened, his face towards the warm sunset. Her heart skips beats as she remembers she'll be seeing him later. She just wants to stare at him, afraid her words would break whatever illusion he has of her.

Lae'zel practices on the dummy in front of her tent, speaking in Gith to herself. She's prepared for tomorrow, more than what Sarnarei can say. Sometimes she's tempted to ask for some lessons but is afraid Lae'zel might break her instead.

Wyll and Karlach are at his tent, laughing and sharing stories. She's glad they've made up enough. Wyll has the best laugh and Sarnarei can tell Karlach is doing it on purpose to hear it more. Nothing wrong with that. In another life… Maybe if she met Wyll first before meeting Astarion. She would have been drawn to Knight in Shining Armor instead of a random vampire pulling a knife on her.

She laughs to herself as she decides to talk to Gale, his pot self stirring while he stares at a reflection of himself. "Are all your spells just recreations of yourself?" She asks cheekily as she sits next to him.

Gale raises his eyebrow and shakes his head, the reflection disappearing. "No. Not all of them. And this is not me. This is Mystra, Goddess of the Weave. Not like you would know her."

A dig at her sorcery. She frowns as she tucks a hair behind her ear. "I apologize. Saw the long hair and an earring." Sarnarei says, ducking her head.

"Understandable… I can teach you some though, if you would like." He pipes up, moving closer to her on the log.

"What would you teach me?" She asks, feeling his body temperature against her arm. She never realized Astarion is much cooler until now.

"Just a simple trick."

"A simple trick? I might pick up instantly." She muses as he puts his hand out in front of him. "Then it'll be easy for you. Even the untrained can do it, feel the magic of the Weave."

She takes a deep breath, waiting. He waves his hands in front of him, purple light coming from his fingertips forming a small orb. Easy, Sarnarei thinks to herself as she copies him, matching him perfectly.

He smiles, moving closer again, warm energy surrounding her, not just from him. "You're a natural of course. Now, repeat after me. Ah-Thran Mystra-Ryl Kantrach-Ao."

She repeats him, trusting him. The warmness intensifies, relaxing her as she can feel the Weave's energy more than usual. She glances at Astarion, wanting to share this moment with him before bringing her attention back to Gale. "Perfect. Now I want you to picture harmony the best you can."

She closes her eyes, romantic thoughts flooding her, flipping between cuddling close to Astarion as his face morphs into Gale, his face so close to hers. She tries not to focus on it, but it becomes clearer and clearer. She's not opposed to it surprisingly but her heart pangs. Sparks of purple light come to her vision as she slowly opens her eyes, the feeling intensifying as she sees Gale closer to her face. Gods.

She breaks the connection, her cheeks hot as she looks over at the pot, saying a mental spell to cause it to overheat. "Oh no, you should check on the food." She says quickly, faking her worry. He doesn't notice that it's her fault as he curses. "The stew. Oh Gods…"

She takes the moment to slip away, the feeling slowly fading. Could she kiss Gale? Could she forget Astarion for him? She hides in her tent, deciding she will eat alone tonight until it's time for her to meet with Astarion later.

They decide to meet at the tree. Astarion gets there first, reflecting. Sarnarei is dangerous, but not because of her magic, her control, her nativity, or anything he can usually pinpoint. It's himself. He can tell she won't let anything happen to him which he still doesn't understand, but he didn't want anything to happen to her either. When did he start caring?

He stomps the feelings down when he hears her footsteps. Her modified sleep dress for tonight just contains her sorceress robe, wrapped tight around her body. She smiles, her brown eyes sparking the feelings he just swore off. She's only here for sex, he reminds himself.

"I'm sorry I'm a little late. Gale stopped me and showed me a magic trick." She rolls her eyes as she steps closer to him.

"A magic trick?" Astarion asks, raising his eyebrow.

"I'm not connected to the Weave the same way he is. It flows through me. I don't have to access it, but it was interesting." She says softly, her feelings a million miles away. She could have him romantically, Gale. Astarion is here, for now, he justifies.

"Do you want to learn?" She asks, perking up, taking his hands in hers.

"I don't know about that, darling. I'm not really magically inclined."

Sarnarei keeps up her smile as she nods, "'The Weave flows through all of us if you let it.'" She presses her lips against his knuckles. "That's what Gale said anyway." She explains quickly, resting against the tree.

"Maybe another time," Astarion replies, watching her reaction.

The corners of her mouth dip a little but she doesn't seem to let the disappointment get her down. "Another time then." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "Besides, we have other things to do." Ah, sex. Astarion smirks, leaning close.

She pulls away, her eyes widening. "Oh, ah. I." She stammers, her cheeks hot.

Astarion's brows raise. "If we're not fucking, then what are we doing, my dear?"

She shrugs, "We can still, not right away if that's okay." She states, avoiding his eyes.

Interesting. He checks her body language, her lips, and pupils. Did she kiss Gale? The thought infuriates him for a moment, but he lets it pass.

"Do you just want to fuck?" She asks after a moment.

Astarion's surprised by her forwardness as he pulls away his hand. "I mean, the night is young. We've got these tadpoles in our head as a ticking time bomb."

She looks away, her nostrils flaring, eyes misty. "That's true. I just…" She steels her face as she keeps her gaze away from him. "I really like you, I think. I feel stupid, but I don't want to mess it up." She says quickly, her throat closing up, making words hard to come by.

Astarion laughs in disbelief. Well of course she likes him. His seducing skills are top-tier when it comes to naive women. "You're not going to mess this up, dear. It's all overwhelming. Having to deal with our predicament while also trying to save others, which you chose to do. But I'll be here, supporting those decisions I guess." He says, choosing his words carefully. He still needs her protection.

She sniffs, nodding. "I also feel so guilty." She confesses, wiping her eyes.

"Guilty?" He repeats, unsure where she is going with this new train of thought.

"I thought about kissing Gale. I didn't, but that Weave air was infectious, intimate." A guilty conscious. "We didn't act on it because I thought about you. I couldn't face you if I kissed him and then bedded you." She continues, her voice hiccupping as she starts crying.

Astarion frowns as he listens, wishing she would have just unwrapped her dress, revealing her body to him. Her body would have been pressed against this tree already, holding on for dear life as he fucks her hard. Handling other people's emotions isn't his strong suit especially when tears get involved. "Don't worry my little love. You are welcome to dabble with others. We're not a couple." He wouldn't lie to himself and say he didn't like her devotion to him. Even if it is ill-placed.

She nods as she keeps her head down. "I'm sorry I overreacted. Probably killed the mood." She says, wiping her cheeks. He tilts her head up, pressing his lips against hers.

Her moan is muffled by the kiss as he pulls her closer. "Now, unless there's anything else on your mind, may I fuck you against this tree like you asked me so politely earlier?"

Her heart skips beats as she nods, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He pushes her against the hard bark, his knee forcing her legs apart. She whimpers as he keeps her pinned against the tree, his knee caressing the lack of her clothes.

He smiles to himself as his tongue prods her lips open. Their tongues dance in her mouth as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. His lips drag down her chin and neck and sharp collarbones. She rests her head against the tree, her fingers knitting in his hair.

He sucks on her neck, tempting himself as the blood vessels underneath break for future bruises. He likes to wait to bite her until he's close to climaxing, the blood adding to his red-hot passion. His hands find the tight cloth she wrapped around her waist, quickly undoing the belt, her robe opening up to him. He drags his teeth lightly across her skin, feeling like he's opening a beautiful present. He palms her breasts, her robe barely holding on as her fingers rake across his scalp.

He pulls away, getting on his knees. He tsks when he sees her panties. Still so modest. She bites her bottom lip as he pushes them to the side, deciding he wants to ruin them just as badly as he wants to ruin her. He glances up at her waiting face, the way her brows knit together as she watches with anticipation. She would let him do anything to her, the stupid girl. He presses a kiss on her pelvis, feeling her squirm and gasp.

"You are so cute when you're making those noises, darling." He says before his kisses lower, his tongue against her folds. She winces, keeping her hands to herself, standing on her toes. His hands rest on her ass, bringing her hips towards his hungry mouth. She closes her eyes as she gives into the pleasure, the bark digging into her shoulder blades as she leans back, her breathing shudders. He focuses on her, having done this plenty of times. Each time is a little different than the next, but not as much. Not nearly as much.

Her moans increase in volume as he slips a finger into her warm tightness, her head drooping as she cries out. He doesn't think he has ever done it with a tree involved like now, but it wouldn't be any different than holding on to a corner or a column in the night. He pulls away, enjoying the sight of her getting worked up. How easily the serious yet caring persona crumbles as she holds on to the tree behind her, her breasts peeking out from the crimson robe.

"Astarion," She whimpers, opening her eyes slightly, pleading with him. He returns his mouth, sucking on her clit as she tries to run her hips away, his other hand staying gripped on her ass, keeping her in place. Her legs tremble as she tries to keep her orgasm at bay. She lifts her leg over his shoulder, her stomach tensing with each thrust of his fingers. He thinks it's silly how easy it is to make her get this way, though he's grateful. His mouth deserves a break. Some past lovers would make his poor jaw so sore. And even worse, they wouldn't return the favor. Sarnarei would, eagerly.

"Not yet." He purrs, as he pumps her, her hips rocking with him.

"Please." She says back quickly, not sure if she could even attempt such a thing as holding it back.

He removes his fingers, hearing her whine. "I'm not ready yet." He replies, pulling his pants down. He isn't sure if it was her crying, her confessed feelings, or Gale that made it harder for him to get, well, hard, but Sarnarei doesn't question him, her turn on her knees.

Her mouth is warm and perfect and she tries her best to avoid her sharp teeth as she sucks him off. He questions her self-professed lack of skills as her tongue swirls around his tip, his breathing catching in his throat. He wonders if she practiced in her tent on phallic items or if someone not Gale volunteered. His fingers knit in her copper hair, forcing her eyes upon him.

She gives him a knowing smile as he takes over. She whimpers, his hips thrusting in and out of her sweet mouth. He keeps her head still as she closes her eyes, moans muffled. "Good girl…" He purrs, hardening in her mouth. He pulls out, watching as she gasps for air, the strands of saliva dripping down her chin.

"Such a good girl." He repeats as he rubs his cock over her plush lips. He can't imagine Gale having her in such a position, her body begging for him, letting him do whatever like Astarion. He silences the jealousy as he resumes using her mouth. At this moment, her body belongs to him. He runs her fingers over the curvature of her horn, surprisingly smoother than he figured they would be, but firm and hard. Her eyes shoot open, their eyes meeting. Were her horns a no-touch zone?

He pulls out of her mouth, waiting for her to say so, but she pants, her eyes then going down to his now-ready cock.

"On your feet." He states, helping her up. She kisses him softly, pressing her body against his. "How did you want to get fucked against this tree?" He asks, his cock pressing against her stomach.

Her eyebrows quirk up as she stammers a lie. "I-I don't know."

"Oh, you know sweetheart." He turns her around, pushing the robe down off her shoulders, making a soft clothing pile at their feet. He brings her hips back flush against him, his hand going up her back as he presses her against the tree. "You wanted me from behind, pounding you hard while you hold on to this tree for dear life. Is that right?" He asks, leaning into her ear, his teeth grazing her earlobe.

She nods, closing her eyes. "Yes, please." She rests her face against her hands, a cushion against the hard bark. Her tail whips from side to side in anticipation. His hands push her panties to the side again, holding them away this time as he slowly pushes his cock inside of her.

She moans out, pressing her ass back against him. There's a neediness, he recognizes, how quickly this will end. She does try her best however to keep it away with the first few strokes, getting her adjusted again to his size. He wonders what she's thinking about as her tail twitches. She's probably telling herself not to come immediately, counting down until she thinks it's the right time.

He smiles at the back of her head, his hands sliding up to her hips and waist. He always enjoyed this angle from anyone, how sensual it is as he picks up his pace, the sound of skin meeting skin filling their space as well as the cute moans she tries to keep down.

Her thighs squeeze together as she leans lower on the tree, crying out. Ah, there it is, Astarion thinks as he doesn't let up, her breathing loud and ragged. Her walls are so wet and clench around him with each thrust. He only wishes he could see her face, watching as she tries to fight it. His fingers dig into her hips, pressing his cock deeper inside.

She tosses her head, starting her begging. "Please… Please, my love… I'm so close…" She sounds so adorable trying to bargain her pleasure, but it's so quick. Too quick.

"Hmmm, no." He states, his hand going up to her hair, dragging her up until her back is arched against him. "Tell me how badly you want it." He growls in her ear, his other hand groping her breast. She's shaking like a leaf as he continues to pound her from behind. "So badly. So fucking badly, Astarion."

His name sounds so melodic when she's moaning it. His hand leaves her hair, wrapping around her neck. "How badly? Why should I let you finish when I could just stop now."

She shakes her head as she tries to turn her head to see him. "Please no. Do not stop." She cries out, her nails almost digging into the tree. He lets go of her neck, watching as she tries to get her bearings, her legs trembling. "Gods, yes. You're amazing. So so so amazing." She praises, panting as she feels him getting closer.

He chuckles at her attempts at dirty talk despite her brain being fogged up by pleasure. He's crystal clear as he glances down, watching as his cock disappears inside of her before reappearing. "You're mine, say it." He commands before realizing the thought left his mouth.

"I'm yours. Fuck I'm all yours." She sobs as she barely can hang on, her legs stiffening and back arching.

"Again." He goes with it, exposing this kink of hers, belonging to him.

"I'm all yours, oh please." She whines giving her final warning before the impending implosion.

It didn't matter for him either, his tip pressing against her cervix, the action turning him on. What says she belongs to him more than 'breeding' her, letting his seed spill down her leg? She'd lose her mind and he'd be safe for one more day. He holds her hips in place as she again tries to seize her body away, her arms practically wrapped around the trunk as he fucks her hard, ignoring how she comes undone around his cock.

He rarely came in people, not because he cared about the consequences, but because it took him a while to get there or he forced himself to get there on their body parts, faking it well enough. But he's not faking it, not this time, he realizes as he grunts, his attempts to keep the hard pace becoming harder as he feels all the nerve endings in his body reawaken, the sensations going to his brain and cock. "Ah, I'm so close my love. Let me claim you, just for tonight." He asks, her ass reverberating against his thrusts.

She mewls, her legs still shakily trying to keep her up against his thrusts. "Please, fuck!" She squeaks, the bark pressing against her face.

"Good girl… Good, good girl." He moans as his cock erupts inside of her, painting her walls with his sticky cum, the warm fullness intoxicating for her. He pulls out, panting, watching as he starts to spill out of her hole. He wonders if she'll keep her panties on, his semen pooling the fabric. Mildly disgusting, but he revels in it. His ownership of her.

She sinks on the ground, crumpling up so fast as she tries to catch her breath.

"Aww, was that too much for you darling?" He asks, rubbing himself for a moment to clean himself quickly. He'd do the full clean later.

She turns around, her cheeks flushed and her hair a mess as she shakes her head no. "It was perfect." She says, slowly standing up. Her eyes widen when she realizes what he's done, and how it feels.

He smirks, his red eyes locked on her thighs as she squeezes her legs together, trying not to let him spill out. "You should clean up before we go back to camp." He suggests as her cheeks heat with embarrassment, as he watches her waddle away to a private bush. Nature. He can't wait to be back in the city. A proper restroom.

She comes back, waddling still, her panties balled up in her hand. "You're so adorable." He continues to tease her as he hands her the discarded robe. She rolls her eyes as she wraps herself up, grimacing before kissing him quickly.

"We should go back to camp before people get worried." She says, worry lacing her expression.

"I doubt they'll care, darling. You were pretty loud." He says, watching as she walks, her legs still wobbly.

He helps her back to her tent, her legs barely working. It amuses him as he holds her close until they reach her tent. Lae'zel is on night duty. They hear her scoff as he helps her into the tent. "Sweet girl, you should rest."

She pouts as she leans into him, kissing him gently. When their eyes meet he sighs. She makes it so easy for him to seduce her, how doomed she is to think she likes him. "Stay the night with me?"

He laughs, shaking his head. "If I do that, you won't sleep a wink."

"You know I don't mind it." She whispers back.

He shakes his head as he pulls away. "My dear, I don't want you to overexert yourself." Her nostrils flare in defiance as he gives her one more chaste kiss.

She lies on her side, still watching him with those beautiful brown eyes. "You can feed on me if you want tonight." She adds a small token.

His stomach growls at the offer. She is so delicious. How could he say no? "So sweet of you to offer. I'll be back later. I need to take a walk." He pats her hand, knowing it's bait for him to stay longer, and be tempted again. She frowns but lets him leave, resting on her back, her mind racing with the events of the evening.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #tav: sarnarei #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate 3 #writing #fanfic #astarion x tav #tav x astarion #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate tav #baldurs gate tav #always late night posting lmao

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msperfectsheep-posts · 1 month

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Natsume's Book of Friends Reaction Blog - Episode 1

(Below the cut as to not destroy my followers' feeds)

My pure unfiltered thoughts, in chronological order, for Episode 1:

[DISCLAIMER]

oh great we're starting off by calling women despicable--i see how it is, show /j

"just think of all the babes and bikinis you'll meet" what an odd sentence

ooh i love natsume's eyes

they're like a bronzey copper

"is everything okay with you? since you're, like, covered in dirt" "i'm good. anyway--" natsume my friend you were just running from something that called you a despicable woman

"what's weirder: the weather, or natsume" my man is running for his life don't bully him too

nevermind natsume is yokaiphobic. kill him girls

RIP bozo he didn't even make it to a shrine

well that was a short anime

ARE YOU DEADNAMING HIM?

HIS NAME IS NOT REIKO!!!

oh god we have an evil advisor yokai edition

everyone keeps misgendering my man natsume this is so sad

AND they're misogynistic towards him

unbelievable

my poor man

"lets tear out her tongue so she can't utter a word" MY MAN CAN'T EVEN SAY HIS PRONOUNS?

KICK TO THE EYEBALL RUN RUN RUN

oh god this kid has been seeing The Horrors

Takashi Natsume... we have his first name, folks

this poor fucking guy

he gets misgendered and misnamed several times

he gets slammed against a tree and probably breaks several ribs

he's threatened to have his tongue cut out

he has been seeing yokai since he was a kid and was labelled mentally ill and attention seeking for it

he just tripped over a giant rope and landed on said probably broken ribs

THE TRIP JUST UNLEASHED A DEMON

AND INSTEAD OF DOING ANYTHING HE JUST LOOKS IN FEAR AND SAYS "ah. here we go"

THAT CAT DEMON IS SO FAT??????

the smug fat cat demon: "are you not afraid?"

takashi, clearly dissociating: "i'm just used to it, that's all"

HIS NAME IS NOT REIKO!!!!!!!!!! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!

my god the entire yokai world is trying to either deadname or convince him he's a transwoman named reiko

oh that makes more sense. his grandma is reiko. but now this just says more about reiko if her grandson looks practically identical to her???

"unlike humans, we do not concern ourselves with things as inconsequential as gender" based???????

DAMN THIS CAT DEMON REALLY DID JUST CALL HIM A LONELY BITCH

oop cat's gone

"i'm fit as a fiddle, honest!" (had all the experiences above)(takashi you are either Lying or very out of touch with what it means to be fit)

oh AND he's an orphan too

leave the cat in the wall

GIVING A CAT WATERMELON???

> calls it the book of friends

> is a roster of every yokai his grandmother took down in combat

AND THEIR NAMES BEING WRITTEN DOWN BOUND THE LOSERS TO HER FOR LIFE

BASED GRANNY

EVIL ADVISOR DUDE IS BACK

TAKASHI MY MAN HE JUST TRIED TO EAT YOU

oh wait he actually listened to me

the way takashi takes physical pain/damage is so concerning to me. he is constantly falling/running/getting squeezed to death and he just brushes it off afterwards but it isn't in a plot armor-feeling way. it's in a way where it feels like he's just not processing the pain and that's Worse

"and if i happen to die in the process, then so be it" TAKASHI PLEASE

CHOMP HIM

Super interesting first episode!!

Other thoughts now that the episode is done:

I love the animation--I'm by no means someone who can really tell good animation from bad animation because all animation is really cool in my opinion and it's hard for me to usually distinguish what's stylistic and what isn't, but NBoF's animation is so simple but pretty to me??? Like I love the way Takashi is drawn and how he's so deeply expressive with micro-expressions that are usually hard to make on anime faces without being super exaggerated. It has a cozy slice-of-life look but then it hits you with what i saw above and I'm like????? curious to see if it goes further with "Takashi Natsume experiences the horrors in a nice setting" or if it cools down and becomes much more chill with time. I'll have to see but I literally have NO clue

And because you specifically requested this, @versaphile! Hope you enjoy :)

#anna watches nbof #natsume's book of friends #natsume yuujinchou

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cray-cray-anime · 1 year

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Who to submit and vote for pluralsswagbracket?

RISE MIKEY

What makes him plural?

Well ofc his alters! And he has not 1, not 2

BUT FOUR OFFICIAL ALTERS/PERSONAS

And they all swag with the best scene of them

Dr feelings

Donnie: Uh, what is happening?

Mikey: Good Morning. I'm Dr Feelings. Welcome to my seminar, "Hug it out"!

Donnie: Dr Feelings? I thought you were Dr Delicate Touch.

Mikey: (evilly) Dr Delicate Touch feels nothing.(back to normal) Lesson one: Because I said so is not an answer. You need to learn a healthy way to express your feelings to your family.

Donnie: Yes, feelings. Hot, cold, sleepy, hungry - -

Mikey: (intterupts donnie by wacking donnie with his pointing stick)

Mikey: No. Feelings like anger. Remind you of anyone? (Shows a picture of donnie yelling at SHELLDON)

Donnie: Nope!

(Ominous music plays as Mikey gives him a suspicious look as he changes the channel to Splinter yells at Donnie, then he starts changing them all over as donnie slowly realises in horror)

Dr delicate touch:

Mikey: Bullhop, we're friends. So this will be easy to say. YOU'VE GOT TO GO! HIT THE BRICKS SLOPPY!

Bullhop:What? You’re kicking me out?

Mikey:That’s right! You have been working a nerve hozer!

Honestly just have the whole compliations

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Dr positive

Draxum:Baron Draxum needs the help of no one!

Mikey:Oh really? When I found you, were you or were you not living on the street?

Draxum: Maybe.

Mikey:Powerless because your soul got sucked out by the dark armor, wanted for crimes in the Hidden City and who set you up in style?

Draxum:(sighs) Dr. Positive.

Miley:That’s right. Dr. Positive. The one who’s gonna turn you from bad guy to glad guy. From sad heep to happy sheep. From devil to A level baby.

Dr rude (IT WASN'T EVEN AIRED YET WE LOVE IT so just watch the whole thing (def not cos I'm too lazy to type the transcript)

youtube

A couple even made fics on him having DID disorder

This is my favourite which even mentions one not said in the show of "ninja mode"

and this one mentions mikey's DID

Why would he have DID

"There are a variety of triggers that can cause switching between alters, or identities, in people with dissociative identity disorder. These can include stress, memories, strong emotions, senses, alcohol and substance use, special events, or specific situations"

Which MIKEY DOES (quote from rottmnt wiki)

"To deliver a harsh truth in his "Doctor Delicate Touch" method, Mikey often starts off being sweet, but quickly becomes angry and frank ("Man VS. Sewer").

Doctor Feelings uses his emotional intelligence to advise others ("Breaking Purple"),

and Mikey faces issues with determined optimism as Doctor Positive ("Repairin' the Baron").

And well dr rude wasn't aired and was only when he was pretending to be a villain

BUT myyyy personal hc is that mikey gets burnt out from his alters trying to keep the dysfunctional family together and try to stop the distancing and fighting, as well as, the villains.

So to cope, another alter slowly comes out as dr rude

But hey why would he have DID, isn't it usually from trauma?

Ya telling me

a family raised in the sewers

who hasn't seen anyone like them in several years

with a traumatised dad that's not emotionally available

and villains trying to kill you and your brothers regularly

not traumatising?!

As for the swag, honestly he speaks for them self (or selves). LIKE LITERALLY NOT EVEN THERE THAT LONG AND WE ALREADY LOVE THEM

So y'all submit for mikey TO GET HIM IN FOR THE VOTES

@pluralswagbracket

Edit: MIKEY GOT IN

This is gonna be pinned till the whole thing over

Edit 2: IF MIKEY AT LEAST WINS AGAINST YOU KNOW WHO THAT BEAT OUR AUTISTIC TURTLE I WILL PUT MY DRAWING OF MIKEY ON MY SIDEBLOG @cray-who-nah-im-just-crazy-a-wip

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Fractures

Celegorm saves Caranthir from death during the Nírnaeth Arnoediad. Written for a prompt: "Stay awake." Rated PG.

I don't think I've ever been as frightened as I am when I see Caranthir crumple under Ulfast's mace in the midst of battle. Even Beren's hands around Curufin's neck don't compare, because at least then we had only been facing two foes. Now we're surrounded, with Orcs and Men on all sides squeezing us like a vise.

Ulfast is preparing to strike a second blow, so I swing at him with my sword. He blocks, but it distracts him long enough for Bor's youngest to smite him from behind. I give Borthand a grateful nod. Maybe later I'll be able to figure out what the hell has gone wrong with this battle, but right now, I just don't want my brother to die. Reaching low, I haul him onto my horse with a groan. He's heavy in full armor and my horse is already tired, but I can hear Maglor yelling for us to retreat. Gliroch will have to manage until I can get us both to safety.

I turn to where the fighting is thinnest and start to hew my way through, striking with a fury at anyone who dares to attack, for my brother is supine and senseless and I will not see him harmed further. Others of our people are doing the same; I catch a brief glimpse of Amras as we push through the wall of Ulfang's treacherous kinsmen. Many of them have broken rank and are running now, and I let them go. They're no threat to me, and my brother's life is worth more than revenge.

Finally, finally, I reach one of our camps. It's chaos, with soldiers pouring in looking for help and people rushing to pack up and move further south. But it's safer than the battlefield, so it'll do for now.

I dismount and pull Caranthir from Gliroch's back. He's dead weight, his eyes half closed, and the only sign of life he gives is low moan. Getting his helm off without hurting him further is a challenge, as it's badly dented where Ulfast struck, but I manage. His hair and face are sticky with blood, which is still seeping sluggishly from the wound. I probe at it with my fingertips, keeping my touch as gentle as I can, but he still lets out a pained whimper. I can feel swelling. He needs a healer, and soon.

"Come on, Moryo," I say, slapping at his cheeks until his eyes open. "Stay awake. Talk to me. Tell me something. Tell me— Tell me the palindromic primes."

He blinks up at me blearily. "Palindromic primes?" he says, his voice slurred.

"Yes. What's the first one? Two, isn't it?"

"Two," he agrees. He frowns a little and then, slowly, says, "Three. Five, seven, eleven… Um. One-hundred-and-one…"

He keeps going, but I stop paying too much attention. I don't know if he's getting them correct — mathematics was always his and Atto's passion, not mine — but he's awake and talking, which is what I want. I scan the throng around me for a healer. Finally I spot Melloth, and I flag her down.

"Snap the shaft off and keep moving," she says, and it takes me a moment to realize that she's talking about the arrow lodged in my upper arm. I open my mouth to answer, but she's already turned to Caranthir, her deft hands and sharp eyes taking in his injury.

"Fractured skull," she tells me; Caranthir's eyes have fallen closed and he's biting deep into his lower lip, clearly in pain from her examination. "I can get him to the point where he'll be safe to travel without incurring any permanent injury, but no more than that. There are too many wounded, Celegorm, and we need to move."

"Do it," I say. "I'll take care of him after."

She nods and sets to work, and I breathe a sigh of relief. That's one brother safe and accounted for.

Now I simply have to find the other five.

#celegorm #caranthir #nirnaeth arnoediad #the silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #silm fic #silmarillion writers' guild #silmfic #tolkien fanfic #tolkien #silmarillion

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teyvat-writer · 2 years

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I just noticed we are mutuals now so thank you for following me back -//v//-~

I can see Wesker as being someone that uses youe now under his control body, maybe he doesn't even touch you maybe he just uses you as a relief toy, he doesn't care not enough at the moment.

But maybe just maybe after Chris somehow took the device away from your body, setting your mind free once again, he saw how much he needed you, not as an human, but as someone under him.

He needs you, just to spite others

Maybe you just don't need have a mind control deviced connected to your head, just a little push who knows

Yw it's only been what a year- /lh

While you're under the control of that device, he doesn't even regard you as a person, really. More like a living toy he can use as he pleases and simply put away until the need arises once more. You have no real value other than being a fucktoy and cumdump.

Now, let's say Chris pulls the device out like he did with Jill. Not because you were engaged in combat or anything, but him and Sheva stumbled upon you by chance, just sorta milling about some random room in the uroboros laboratory (or whatever the fuck the place is where Wesker sics Jill on you). Anyways, it's out, you're free. You accompany Chris and Sheva, encountering Wesker once more.

He isn't particularly surprised by the way you look at him with such hatred, but to have his favorite toy taken out from under his nose? Oh, that won't do at all.

So, let's throw the canon out the window for a minute because that's what fanfic is all about, babes!

Say he manages to survive the whole volcano and rocket launcher to the face fiasco. First order of business after regaining his strength is hunting you down.

As much as you hated admitting it, the way his fat cock stretched and filled you was heavenly- the perfect chip in your mental armor, a weakness he can hammer away at with lingering touches and honeyed words to make you bend to his every whim just as you did before. He's a master manipulator, it's only a matter of time before you're back to being his darling little toy.

#resident evil imagines #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #resident evil headcanons #resident evil 5 #re5 #resident evil x reader

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lesser-mook · 5 months

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"The logical conclusion to Kratos fighting every pantheon." (I really, really like this concept, only because of how batshit insane Lore acc Jesus is strictly from a power-scaling perspective and despite everyone on the Planet knowing who Jesus is, most have NO idea what he is.)

not a bad concept, though they wouldn't have a reason to fight beyond Jesus' 2nd mission:

Off the top of my head, according to lore, he projects a sword out of his mouth, while riding a flaming horse or some shit, the sky split open (meaning the fabric of reality is breached) hence commanding legions of Angles hording through (which from text & recent visual interpretation actually look like Lovecraftian demons) to literally conquer Earth. like an interdimensional alien warlord pressing the sleep button on Humanity.

The popular central theme of this guy is he doesn't die or live in a traditional sense, and the only reason he allowed himself to be killed was to be a martyr by choice, to make a point.

Give humanity a couple thousand years to find "his/the way" supposedly, otherwise according to lore, his comeback is "The End" of post-modern humanity itself than it is the literal end of humans, I have to read it again tho.

Then another millennia of apocalyptic fallout. No nukes, no armor, just this guy showing up.

Not only would biblically acc angels be a horrifying aspect to put in a game, but Jesus himself is actually a terrifying entity despite the nice guy nature humans took for granted at the time.

Technically he can't be beaten, because everyone knows his mortality. Nobody knows what he can actually do, which is everything. He's the original Gary Stu.

We're not even factoring in the Quantum intelligence that is "God" or even the Holy Spirit which is like a glorified proxy medium. All the Angels, their ranks, their subordinates, etc.

That game would have to be psychological/cosmic horror epic themed, surrealism.

most People only know the Sunday school tales of the human side of prophets and judges, the people God used to manipulate lives to set a narrative. From beginning to end.

Going by the book, Humanity is the original (The SIMS) game.

The BIBLE? In it's raw form, it's a tale of hope, flawed characters, redemption, perseverance, with an over-arching horror story subtext. Constant genocides at God's hands, only for Humanity to pick up the slack without his help.

And In a meta sense, in theory, WE ARE The Cliffhanger.

God itself doesn't reside in Heaven strictly, like Zeus or Odin.

That's just where the followers go to honor "it."

Jesus likely wouldn't want to kill Kratos, but if this is post Revelations arc Jesus. This would definitely be the game Kratos dies in cosmic epic glory.

Because that Jesus isn't preaching love, he brings war, and his physical form is G.O.N.E.

I would love to see Kratos go up against a straight up hax-ego centric narcissist being that can't bleed, be reached or touched. Having no form.

And it's only form, his kinder nicer, human self, his Son. In canon is no more. Jesus as a physical being that can be hurt, doesn't exist anymore.

(JESUS), unbeknownst to most "Christians", actually existed simultaneously throughout the Bible since Genesis/possibly pre-Gen.

Meaning this guy CHRIST, can pass through time itself. Because he did, does, will do.

I shit you not.

Superman RED Son's (novel) ending plottwist has NOTHING ON this.

That's what i mean by "-doesn't die or live in a traditional sense", the guy existed before he was born, before he did, before he resec himself. Think about that.

Kratos needed to go on a whole ass side-quest to go through time. Jesus can just do it, technically the fabric of space-time is something he can possess, re-write, or see. Because REALLY think about what it means to exist in the past, present, and future: At the same time.

The past is gone for humans, we always live in the present. But Jesus still exists in back then. As we're in the present, waiting for the future, where he ALSO exists.

See how broken that is?

How in the actual fuck, do you "fight" that?

Everyone says the meme "Flash can go back and kill you as a baby". Jesus apparently can do the same thing. He is simultaneous.

When the text states God is everywhere, that includes timelines, dimensions, etc. This is a beyond 10th dimensional being.

Manifested himself in flesh.

Defied death after 3 days, not as a rule, but just to make a fucking point. That shit is both petty and scary.

The (Pan) in Pantheon.

Post-Revelations Jesus IS THE God, of War. And death.

That would be the sheer irony of pulling this off as a game

This is why it claims to be "THE" God. The thing, It, is literally every superpower you can imagine. We're talking serious beyond Haruhi Suzumiya+Dr.Manhattan+Cthulhu on steroids type shit.

no god of the sea, no god of dreams, none of that shit. This one wanted the title of "THE".

Alpha--Omega, period.

This thing, is next level. The religion aspect is what people turn away from, including me, but from a strictly "kaiju"/Cosmic being standpoint, "Yahweh", "Elohim", "Christ" is a serious monster.

Unless Kratos drops in during the NT or before OT even happens, because again Jesus existed during & thus by proxy before Genesis.

I used to think the whole book was corny but the Shit is mind-numbing apocalyptic, straight insanity.

Kratos cannot afford to be holding back with this one, even if he doesn't, it won't help.

The problem is most god's Kratos has fought has had physical silhouette's one way or another

Or that time he fought Zeus' ghost

or he’s had some kind of weapon to tangibly touch spirits. (GOW3)

This one, pantheon and all, is a whole different beast. These things are omi-dimensional avatars-- Vibrating between dimensions because reality is just a frequency that our atoms reside in.

Which is why we're not going to find Aliens in space or in the Earths Core. They're literally next to you, in another frequency of reality-- A dimension, that's what Parallel Earths in Comics represent. Thats what Heaven is. A frequency.

That's HOW gods do it, through sound, frequency science. Not spaceships.

And thats why people resonate with music so much, how it can control moods, frequency of sound is power, it taps into dimensions if the sound is strong enough.

Specifically the method that Christs coming is announced is through Horns, Sound. Punching through our dimension like a battering-ram on a door.

Sound is a stronger element than Humanity realizes, well the uninitiated anyway.

All in all, I genuinely want to see that game happen. Even if not accurate, (because if it is, Kratos loses hard, it's not even a fight), the interpretation alone would be cool.

Though his death was trash, GOW Thor was awesome.

#myths #judaism #god #jesus christ #revelation #son of god #horseman of the apocalypse #god of war #kratos #alpha and omega #put respect on his name #pantheon #amen (meaning “So be it”)#broken af #overpowered #lessermook

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echoequinox · 7 months

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Starfield spoilers but you know what I'd kill for in the DLC

There are two big things I'd love. 1. Va'ruun. Obviously. The embassy is there so it's likely they're gonna show up, and also their WHOLE ASS HOME PLANET isn't in the game yet so. I hope we get a real serpent. I hope that the serpent is either a legit fucking big scary beast or that the Va'ruun leader is a Starborn

SPEAKING OF, you know what I'd kill for? An endgame story quest. You make it through your tenth run, you have a maxed out Starborn ship, armor, X level powers. And then you find other Starborn do too. They're at the apex of their power, just like you. The Hunter and Emmissary are back, as per usual, but there's so many MORE Starborn now. You all keep going back, and that means universes are absolutely full of Starborn.

So there's war. The Hunter and Emmissary are like, opposing and hesitant generals, neither wants to LEAD really but people follow them - maybe a lot of Yous, or Thems, or Constellation members - and they feel obliged to not leave them behind.

And so now there's REAL stakes. The universe torn asunder. Entire cities under new martial law by superpowered time traveling freaks. The UC and Freestar in shambles trying to deal with this new threat to their world.

The option to cut everyone in the current universe off from Unity FOREVER - yourself included! - in an attempt to stop these newly powerful armies from moving forward.

Maybe you get a set of Constellation companions who have seen it all. A Sarah who loved you and watched you die, and ventured into the black to find another you. A Sam who lost his little girl, and a version of his daughter - all grown up - who lost her daddy. Andreja, fully realized, a Va'ruun badass with deadly powers. Maybe Barrett found his husband, and wants to make this universe good for him, somewhere they could live in peace. Fuck, maybe Matteo, Walter, and Vladimir took the plunge, maybe you have their fully realized versions, too.

A final confrontation with fate and destiny. One last hurrah. Rather than the simple question of Hunter v Emmissary your first go-around, you now have to truly reconcile with eternity. Is it right to let these people flow out into every universe? Is it right to keep them here when they've touched infinity? Is it right for the people of this universe to damn them to being in a universal terrarium with the Starborn?

Maybe if you play it right, the Starborn get their own cluster of planets like the UC/Freestar. Maybe they get an embassy in New Atlantis, and people are offered the opportunity to touch the same powers that the Starborn had. Maybe there's even post-ending quests where you can see how the factions interact with each other.

Also permanent Hunter/Emmissary companions, fully romancable. This Emmissary is you, so you dont have to figure out randomly which Constellation member it is, also you can fuck yourself. I just really wanna fuck the Hunter okay I really wanna kiss that dirty old man.

Man idfk!!!! Starfield feels like the prologue to such a cool story and we never get there

EDIT: SECRET FINAL BOSS IS THE VERSION OF YOU IN UNITY, THEY'RE INFINITY INCARNATE AND THEY'RE MAD YOU'RE TRYING TO SEAL OFF UNITY AND ALSO WE GET A BRIEF GLIMPSE AT WHO MADE THE ARTIFACTS

#LENGTHY lengthy post #starfield #starfield spoilers

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shummashum · 2 months

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Klaus Goldstein Ch11 [7~11]

oh… you sure? that would be great! welcome welcome

what zz what are you looking at any complaints?

So they headed into the courtyard.

if you have any complaints, speak out man nothing will change just by glaring at her like that she won't know if you don't tell her~

eeh is he in bad mood~??? I don't know about it at all~~?????

Anyway, Al suggested that they take turns attacking and defending each other to practice protective spells, and everyone agreed.

how about setting penalties? this is how it's supposed to be fun how about the loser buys a meal

oh well but don't be too serious about this this isn't a competition nor a test pretty please

So well… according to their words, today they're gonna focus on armor spells rather than barriers.

oh… then judgment skills will be crucial in this area turning the buff on when the attack comes in and turning it off again when the damage time ends this is good! sounds interesting

but it's a little different from the image I had in mind I expected something like parrying, but it was just applying a buff rather than that

Anyway she waived her wand while reciting the words and touched the tip of it to her other arm.

oh… but this is an increase in magic defense this has nothing to do with physical defense, right? if someone attacks his arm with a sword, it's useless

it's like that… a wand in one hand and an enchanted arm in the other instead of a sword in one hand and a shield in the other

So they began their practice.

I see his actions are filled with emotion isn't it too obvious?

well then let us do the same be ready, Klaus!!

nah why are you aiming at Al follow my lead! attack the ex-prefect!!

aha… element is just a bonus, and power decides everything in the end

Al declared that now it's his turn, and…

she lost,,, is this all you have? why didn't you at least try to stop it it's no different from a batter getting on the mound and striking out without even swinging the bat once, don't you think

Anyway, when Al proposed to move on to the next round…

this guy has no morals

they're gonna flip out,,, emergency emergency another Ch7 again

oi oi oi oi you guys promised to focus on armor spells, not the barriers besides that guy is attacking Al himself, not his wand what's wrong with him,,,

well you shouldn't miss this the scene where the angelic Prefect and the mighty Emperor spar with each other using magic? this is so fucking rare

go for it, Al!! let us clearly inform him of the fate of the one who starts the fight first!!

As Klaus launched another attack while pledging to win…

holy mama now even physical attacks appear and you damn asshole you think you have the right to say 'against the rules' stuff now? look back on your actions first sighsigh

uh eh erm why the bgm wait wait wasn't that "I never said I could only use magic" just a half-joking

if you're always going to end up like this, then just don't be together why are you guys willing to be in the same place when you know it will end like this

but we should call him, right? oi!!!!

uh… no!! honestly I'm way more worried about you though

welll… okay I really really truly don't want to leave you alone, but if you say so…..

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someones-thing-is-here · 1 year

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This is a short drabble inspired by a post from notdeezy with my own personal head cannons and changes to be more fun for me to write.

Changes from the post are that Hal's breakdown happens in a far more public place and Halbarry is less prevalent I can't write ships to save my life so that isn't super obvious, also it is suposed to be ambiguous if this is the entity Parallax or Hal's mind as I think that it makes the events worse for Hal.

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The stars flicker through the windows that line the watchtower beautiful seas of shining nebulae an image so mystical and so so very beautiful a sight so few get to experience.

So why does Hal feel nothing?

A swirling beauty so few will every truly see yet nothing. He knows that's not normal even in all of his worst moments space still was beautiful, why does he feel so empty like everything is made of glass and will shatter over the smallest fault.

"Stop, stop thinking about this it won't help everything is fine", Hal yells in his mind "Just focus on the meeting" He looks out on the assembled league members though Hal doesn't know why he's here, he's not dumb, he can see all of the distrusting looks thrown his way when they thinks he's not paying attention it hurts but it is fair he hurt most to everyone here.

Hal turns away from the others staring out the window, yet seeing nothing mind racing he shouldn't be here how they can stand to have him here he hurt them so so much.

Despite being deep in thought he feels something walking up behind him, feeling a sense of creeping dread Hal turns around suddenly there's nothing there, he turns back startled.

Eye's widening in horror the window in front of him shows a different reflection a different face staring back, reaching out to the glass Hal looks down no longer seeing the white gloves that he's so desperate to see but instead a black clawed glove reaches out to caress the glass a wet, sopping sound leaking down.

No, no, nonono this isn't real it can't be Hal claws at his eyes tries to rip the false, it has to be false, it has to be he can't contemplate reality now, it can't be true he doesn't know what would happen if he wakes up to this it would break him again he knows, visage out, the armor is gone he isn't that, it's gone, he's safe, safe here, sure the others hate him but they stopped him they can help.

So look up see the truth our truth.

Hal's voice rings out jumping around his head bouncing against the hope breaking it when he looks up blood everywhere leaking through the rivets in the floor everything broken, shattered, torn apart.

Blood, so much he did this he did all of this, like before, yes like before, but you hid away tried to forget, he needed to do, this no no we were fixing things, we killed them, they hurt us, abandoned us when we needed them, but, but nothing remember, remember us remember who you are, we can't fix this we can it will be better all better.

Hal feels something wrap around him, arms pinned to his side as he feels another set of hands reach to his face touching all over the wounds he left behind, the face is blurry a the voice sounds like its going through water he can barley make out the words.

Hal wake up we are here you are safe, I know its hard but you can wake up I need you here

"B-Barry." No it isn't he's dead.

Yes it is, it's okay you're safe. Please wake up

The blood clears wiped up by something no no, don't leave me, don't abandon me again. "Barry." The face slowly un-blurs beautiful cerulean eyes with nothing but concern for him when why does he deserve this, this kindness can't he see that he is a monster?

"No your not Hal." He must have said that out loud, Hal should be concerned but it isn't the first time. "It's alright." The arms restraining him slowly release, hesitant like he will hurt them, with the arms gone he lurches forward strength in his legs gone supported by the body in front of him.

"Barry? Your here?" Voice uncertain as if the human he is clutching is fake like before? "Yes I am it's okay I know it hurts, but you need to breath." Barry's voice is so so real so alive this must be reality.

Calm down, why does he need to calm down, stinging pain laces up and down his arms why is that? Oh the claws ripping through the bones of his hands that explains the beginning blood is that all instinctively reaching for his mouth feeling the beginning of such sharp teeth it hasn't started yet they don't know yet as it must stay they can't know the tentative trust would be gone because of that bug lie he needs to go.

"I need to go." Hal pulls himself back ripping himself out of the comfort he so desperately wants (needs) leaves pushing past superman (the arms that trapped him) he doesn't move to stop him.

Tears streaming down his face and sickly yellow colour the horrible traits leaving as it should be, that isn't him he's human he's always been. We haven't been that since we touched the stars. Shut up he's human, he's human.

Leaving the watchtower behind he flees to the stars to cry in peace once again.

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If you read this thanks would love any and all opinions on this.

Just because I wanted to talk about this Hal can display traits from Parallax like the claws and teeth and can tell and feed from other beings fear he never displays this out of hatred of it except in some of his worst moments they come out with out any input. I thought it would be a cool idea and wanted to share it.

#green lantern #parallax #hal jordan #shortis drabble #halbarry #kinda #tw blood #my stuff

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autisticsupervillain · 1 year

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FTF: Isekai Invasion!

The show where we take a character and drop them into a different franchise at a random location to see if they can conquer the world.

This Episode...

Alex Mercer invades Steven Universe!

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Future-era Steven Universe

Alex Mercer starts at a random spot on Earth

Invader: Mercer

It's the early 21st century and the apocalypse is here. A viral pandemic has engulfed New York city and begun assimilating all in It's wake. The government is powerless to stop the fleshy monstrosities that roam the streets. It seems that the end is here. And the man responsible is none other than Alex Mercer.

Fortunately, that is not who we're talking about today. Let's take it from the top.

Alex Mercer was a scientist who worked for the pharmaceutical company known as GENTEK. He was a brilliant virologist, a progidy even among GENTEK's most intelligent minds. As such, he was made head researcher on the Blacklight Virus, a powerful bio-weapon that promised to make the company rich. When his research was shut down by Blackwatch, a Government squad designed to contain viral epidemics, Mercer refused to go down quietly. He spitefully unleashed Blacklight onto New York as he was shot dead, the virus consuming and copying his body perfectly as it was freed.

Alex Mercer died that day and the Blacklight Virus woke up wearing his skin.

Believing itself to be Alex Mercer, the Blacklight Virus escaped from the morgue and set out to uncover his past and discover who he was. This doesn't go do well, as it results in him unleashing another sentient bioweapon known as the Redlight Virus, who swiftly begins causing chaos across New York. "Mercer" teams up with Mercer's sister Dana to both bring down GENTEK and stop the Redlight Virus, putting Blacklight into position to put together the pieces of his past by assimilating GENTEK staff.

The revelation that he isn't the real Akex Mercer shakes the virus to his core, giving him an existential crisis that follows him for the rest of his life. This causes him to eventually become disillusioned with humanity, motivating to try assimilating it into his own personal "superior race". This backfires when Mercer tries to assimilate Sgt. James Heller, whose "stuborn DNA" allows him to resist Mercer's influence after being transformed. Heller eventually grows strong enough to assimilate Mercer straight back, ending his spree for good.

From here on out, I'll be referring to the Blacklight Virus as Alex Mercer just for simplicity's sake, even if they are technically different characters.

Alex Mercer is effectively John Carpenter's The Thing on steroids. He's a sentient hunk of biomass capable of absorbing and shape-shifting into nearly anyone he so much as touches. While Mercer may technically be a "virus" he's shown to be capable of absorbing and infecting inorganic material, implying he attacks not on the cellular level, but the atomic one. This is what allows him to absorb and replicate clothing, as well as immitate the functions of some minor forms of technology, such as handheld radios. He also gains the memories of the people he absorbs, allowing him to use their identity to the fullest while undercover. He can even evade sensors designed specifically to detect viruses like himself and fool other shapeshifters.

Having said that, he still has plenty of combative powers at his disposal for when stealth isn't an option. His complete control over his own body grants him monstrous versatility, allowing him to turn his limbs into hammers that can smash tanks and whips that can pull helicopters out of the sky. He can create pseudo-wings to glide through the sky, can alter his eyes to see in the infrared spectrum and detect infected people, can run up walls, and can cover himself in steel-like armor to shrug off damage from powerful foes.

As if his offensive capabilities weren't enough, he's nigh unkillable to boot. He can shrug off the radioactive fallout of a nuke, can stop the Redlight Virus from trying to take over his mind, can endure explosions that reach up to several thousand degrees, and can adapt to being infected with every virus known to mankind. What's more his absurd levels of regeneration allow him to come back from being flat out liquified.

Anyone whom Mercer doesn't assimilate, he infects, granting him complete control over their mind and body. He's led an army thousands strong and nearly conquered the world with it. What's more, he gets stronger with every person he assimilates. Mercer as absorbed the Redlight Virus and the Supreme Hunter, two bioweapons even stronger than he himself was at the time, as he has the combined strength and experience of thousands of soldiers, making him a force to be reckoned with in combat.

To get an idea of exactly how strong that is, Mercer back in Prototype 1 defeated Elizabeth Green, who could cause earthquakes with 480 tons of tnt of force behind them. By the time of Prototype 2, he's absorbed countless more people and thus grown far, far stronger than that.

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What's more is that Mercer is also blisteringly fast. He can outrun helicopter fire, dodge grenade launchers, and even block a shot from an M1 Abrams tank and near point blank range, meaning he can react at mach 9 speeds.

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With all that being said, he still has one major flaw. Alex Mercer has a limited supply of biomass inside his body, which he must maintain by constantly absorbing other people. As such, his regeneration can fail if he takes enough constant damage and even on a full tank he has limits. When Mercer was obliterated by a nuke at the end of Prototype 1, only one small chunk of him remained. It was only after absorbing a crow that came to feed on him that Mercer came back.

Alex Mercer is an unstoppable, insatiable monster with apocalyptic ambitions... and the virus he made is pretty nasty too.

Verse: Steven Universe

Ah, yes, Beach City. The quiet, small beach town found off the coast of Delmarva. If you're looking for some ancient conspiracy or dark secret buried deep within the town's lore, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint. There is no supernatural secret to be found here... rather, the supernatural is out in plain view. For Beach City is home to the legendary defenders of Earth, the Crystal Gems!

The Crystal Gems have been defending the Earth from invasion sense before the dawn of even the earliest civilizations. Hundreds of years ago, the intergalactic Gem Empire, headed by the Great Diamond Authority, found Earth and began plundering it for resources. They drained the planet dry in order to grow their population, massacring all organic life in their wake. Pink Diamond herself was horrified to discover the truth behind her people's expansion and vowed to stop her colonization. She staged a rebellion against herself as Rose Quartz and wound up waging war on her own empire, fighting for countless years to save the Earth and its people. After faking her own assassination, Rose successfully drove the Diamonds away, but at a grave cost. In their grief, the Diamonds blasted the planet with their combined energy, corrupting nearly every gem on the planet into feral beasts.

This is the legacy that our protagonist, Steven Universe, inherited, and needless to say, it took a long time to untangle the mess his mother left behind. Over the course of his childhood, Steven would save the planet for annihilation several times and foster an uneasy peace with the Diamond Authority. The corrupted Gems would find themselves healed and slowly re-educated on all that they'd missed, while Homeworld would deconstruct its destructive hierarchy and stop invading planets. Which is a significant boon for the rest of the universe, as the Gem Empire is not something to be triffled with.

Most gems are significantly stronger and faster than any human will ever be in their lives. For example, a Sapphire, a type of gem that is explicitly not meant for combat, was once able to hit a baseball into orbit so hard that it split the clouds, generating energy comperable to 485 tons of tnt in the process. And she's just a civilian gem.

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This is because Gems aren't organic. They're pseudo-technological creatures that manifest in the shape of the gem stone they're named after. The bodies surrounding those gemstones are simply hard-light projections. As a result of this, gems are completely unaffected by harm to their physical bodies. Destroy their bodies as many times as you like, because as long as their gemstone exists, they'll come back just fine eventually. Similarly, most gems can shapeshift their bodies freely. Sprouting wings, turning into animals, even giving themselves DNA and a reproductive mechanism if Steven's very existence is anything to go by.

The most powerful tool in a Gems arsenal, however, is fusion. Two gems, by dancing in sync with each other, can fuse into one being with the same mind, combining and multiplying all of their attributes to create a being far stronger than the sum of their parts. Take Garnet, for instance, one of the strongest of the Crystal Gems. If Garnet were just "Ruby + Sapphire", then her strength would be around 970.62558 tons of TNT. Going of her actual feats, however, she's actually much stronger. For example, Garnet was strong enough to break Peridot's escape pod in half effortlessly. This is the same pod that survived crashing down to earth at massively hypersonic speeds, generating an kinetic energy equivalent to 142 kilotons of tnt. That's over 146x stronger than Ruby and Sapphire combined.

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Most of the rest of the Crystal Gems should be comparable to this feat even without fusion, as they're shown to be able to keep up with Garnet and opponents of similar power, if not necessarily trade blows pound for pound. And that's even getting into their speed, as each of the Crystal Gems could, independently, dodge light based laser beams, putting their reactions and movements at least 29% the speed of light. Just imagine what they could do with fusion!

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Actually, we don't gave to imagine! Enter Alexandrite, the fusion of Garnet, Pearl, and Amethyst all together, the main trio of the Crystal Gems. Alexandrite was able to combat Malachite, a fusion of Lapis and Jasper. Lapis on her own was able to manipulate the entirety of Earth's oceans to create a massive tower that reached space, generating an energy equivalent to 35 petatons of tnt, enough to annihilate most continents. Not only should Malachite be capable of the same, but she should be stronger, as she could eventually overcome Lapis fighting from the inside to keep her pinned to the ocean floor.

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Though, that does lead into the biggest weakness of fusions. Fusions are effectively netaohors for relationships. Be they platonic, romantic, or sexual, relationships need consent and clear communication to work out. As such, fusions can become destabilized if they're not on the same wavelength or if one part is baring a particularly heavy emotional burden. This can, at best, cause the fusion to hallucinate, and at worst, cause a self-sustaining toxic relationship of a fusion that actively fights against itself, much like Malachite above. Though, in most cases, an unstable fusion will simply defuse.

Even without fusion, many gems have their own special quirks. As each Gem is made to fill a specific role, they all have their own unique powers. Peridots are especially durable and have magnetic based telekinesis, Sapphires can the future to an imperfect degree, and Lapis Lazulis are terraformers who use a planet's ocean to annihilate the planet. These abilities get enhanced with fusion, with Garnet being able to see multiple possible futures and steer herself towards favorable ones, for instance.

And then there is Steven himself. Steven is an anomaly to both humans and gems. He possesses all the powers of a gem but still has all the needs of a human. So, while he can shapeshift, he has far less control over it and he can't exactly "poof" like a gem can. He has a healing factor capable of instantly repairing bones, but he can't regrow his whole body like a gem can. Moreover, he's half Diamond, meaning he's one of the most powerful beings in the universe.

This has lead to a lot of gear grinding when it comes to his powers. Instead of automatically adjusting to the gravity of whatever planet he's on, he instead controls the effect gravity has on him to pseudo-fly. This also means that he has a ridiculous amount of powers, like spit that can heal wounds and tears that can revive the dead. If knocked unconscious, Steven can project himself into other people's bodies to possess them, enter people's dreams, and even astral project himself to communicate telepathically. Moreover, his weapon of choice is a nigh-indestructable pink shield, which he can generate at will and come in different shapes, such as a full body bubble or a spike ball. The issue is, his most dangerous powers are tied to his emotional state, which is not in the best shape.

Normally, Steven is on par with Jasper and Garnet, but when he enters Pink Mode, Steven dives into his full Diamond power. This would make him comparable too, if not outright superior than, his fellow Diamonds. Like Yellow, who could punch through the wall of her own space ship. This same space ship could contend with the Cluster's arm, which could generate earthquakes all around the planet just by waking up, generating a force comparable to 2 exatons of tnt.

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Hell, Steven has wrestled with The Cluster's arm directly, after shape-shifting into a giant monster the size of a mountain!

Having said that, he has almost no control when at this level of power. See, Steven's adventures in saving the world have left him with a whole boatload of trauma and PTSD, which causes his powers to flare up whenever he gets an episode. As such, he very rarely enters these modes willingly, due to the trauma he associates with them, which he's only just beginning to come to grips with by the end of the series. Steven has only just finished processing the effect his adventures have had on his psyche and begun the process of recovery by the time the show ends. As such, he can be emotionally manipulated or have his trauma exploited by a particularly cruel opponent or be debilitated at a critical point due to his powers acting up in response to his trauma. Like, for example, accidentally nearly crushing himself and his friends to death in one of his bubble shields or shape-shifting into a giant randomly.

And that's not even touching the most powerful Gem of them all: The Cluster.

See, Yellow Diamond was particularly hurt by Pink's seeming demise and plotted a particularly brutal revenge. Forcibly fusing several rebels into one gem by fusing their gemstones together, Yellow planet a massive cluster of gem shards into the Earth which would, if ever fully formed, grow big enough to completely obliterate the planet. Even once Steven helped it get a hold of itself, The Cluster can only ever use one arm at a time for fear of destroying the world otherwise.

Don't let the show's bright authentic fool you. Steven's Universe is a world full of adventure, danger, and perilous sci-fi action. No matter what threat Beach City faces, you can rest easy know the Crystal Gems will always save the day!

Let the invasion commense!

This fight is interesting due to both sides having considerable advantages against what would normally be their enemy's greatest strengths.

While Alex may be a nigh-unstoppable threat within his own series, he's vastly outclassed here in terms of direct confrontation. Blow for blow, Alex is just barely weaker than even Sapphire, being just 5 tons short of her cloud splitting feat. Garnet should be capable of punching him into a puddle, and against Alexandrite? Well...

Mercer is equally outclassed in terms of speed. Mercer is Mach 9, while the Crystal Gems are Mach 253,469. Alex is a few times faster than sound, while Garnet is over a quarter percent light speed. Alex stands no chance in a one-on-one with any of the Crystal Gems, aside from maybe Ruby or Sapphire.

But, Alex has a considerable emotional edge over them due to the ethics of the situation. Each of Mercer's zombies are effectively the human equivalent of corrupted gems, but with as easy a way to contain them. They can't be bubbled and any quarantine the Gems could set up would just give the virus an opportunity to evolve and adapt. Hell, sense Mercer shares a hive mind with his victims, he could very well use his victims to spy on people while in quarantine, or have one of his drones pretend to be cured to get access to someone important, like, say, Steven.

On the one hand, Mercer absolutely can not assimilate or infect a Gem. For one thing, their bodies are made of light, so they have no molecules for him to absorb and they aren't organic enough for a virus to matter to them. While Alex could assimilate their gemstones, he wouldn't gain anything by doing so. There's no DNA for him to copy, so he can't copy their stats or absorb memories from it, and while his shape-shifting can copy technology, Gems are far more advanced than anything Mercer has copied.

On the flipside, Alex's shape-shifting is a far more advanced stealth tool than what the gems can offer, as Alex can shapeshift into an random civilan he wants and escape scott free, as the Gems have no way of knowing about or countering this power. Even viral detectors made the company that created Mercer can be fooled by his shape-shifting, so what context would the Gems have for it?

I'd argue it should be possible for Steven to enter Mercer's head with his dream powers. Sure, Mercer has the memory of thousands of people, but Steven can safely enter the head of The Cluster, a being made of billions of gem shards, so he should be able to gather information on Mercer through his dreams. I don't think he'd be able to possess Alex, though. Alex has resisted the control of hivemind's full of thousands, I don't think Steven has enough will to override that.

Here's how I see this playing out: Alex's first move, as soon as he shows up, will be to head to the nearest city and start an outbreak. The Gems will eventually hear about this on the news (or, more likely, from Greg or a townie who actually watches the news), and decide to step in once the giant monsters and zombies crop up. Assuming this is the very end of the series, Steven will still be traveling the world and likely wouldn’t get involved even if he found out about it. He was specifically ordered by his therapist to travel outside of Beach City, after all, so he might figured getting involved in a pandemic wouldn't help his mental health any.

Alex is, of course, bewildered to see his entire army getting mollywopped effortlessly by beings he's never seen before. So, he decides to make a tactical retreat until he can learn more about them, simply waltzing out of the city desguised as a civilian or doctor. His shape-shifting should be good enough to fool any kind of health test he's given, as the SU-verse really has never seen anything like Mercer before. On his way out, Alex would note that most of his hive mind is still intact, as these "Crystal Gem" guys seem to be emphasizing treatment and cureing his drones, all without realizing that they're long gone. He decides to keep that tidbit to himself.

Alex decides to do his research on these Crystal Gems. While the averge person certainly wouldn't know all the ins and outs of the Gems, it's still common knowledge that they exist and there's plenty of historical evidence of them, so Alex would like use his shape-shifting to travel around assimilating historians and scientists in order to figure out what their deal is.

During this time, Steven might or might not be contacted by the Gems for help with the pandemic, but I doubt it. The only thing he really offers that other scientists helping with containment wouldn't provide is his healing spit, but even then there's no indication it could treat a zombie virus. Plus, his resurrection tears would likely only give the infectees extra super powers that would make them harder to contain. I think Peridot would probably be their best bet towards finding a way to combat this threat, even if biology isn't exactly her specialty. Due to how dangerous Mercer's infected are (as in, one touch can kill a human and seconds and some of them are the size of skyscrapers dangerous), I see the Gems staying with the Quarantine effort in order to keep it contained.

Eventually, Mercer would discover something that points him towards Beach City, likely learning about the Temple Statue or Little Homeschool. Though, he may or may not take a side trip to Korea if he hears about the Blue Palanquin people go missing around. (It would be very funny if Mercer's invasion ended because he got kidnapped by Blue Diamond, but I doubt it.) Once there, he'll inevitably assimilate one of the townies for more information and then find out about Steven.

Knowing that Steven is his golden ticket to getting rid of the Gems, Alex assimilates Greg, then calls up his "son" to ask him where he is, how's his trip going, so on. Then Alex would use that conversation to track Steven down. Steven eagerly hugs his father after Greg pays him a suprise visit and gets assimilated.

Unfortunately for Mercer, this does not grant him a power up. Steven's strength doesn't come from his organics but from his gem stone. We know for a fact that Steven is just an ordinary human without it. And, again, Mercer can't copy anything meaningful from gem stones as he's simply never copied any technology that advanced. What it does give Mercer is all of Steven's memories and thus, all the Gems weaknesses.

Now knowing that the Gems are completely immune to his best tricks, Mercer figures his best recourse is to assimilate as many people as possible in order to close the stat gap. The question now is: could he?

Alex Mercer gets stronger with every person he assimilates to an unknown degree. Let's be generous and say every person Alex absorbs doubles his strength (it most certainly does not but, again, generous estimate). Assuming Alex could assimilate every person on Earth (he can't, the Crystal Gems would certainly notice most of the Earth's population disappearing), he'd have an attack potency of 384 billion tons of tnt, or 384 gigatons. That is absurdly stronger than, say, Garnet on her own... but is still much weaker than Alexandrite or Lapis. Meaning even in the best case scenario for him, victory isn't a given, as he'd still be immensely slower than all of them and much weaker than their heaviest hitters.

Alex would do his best, certainly. He'd annihilate a few small towns while using his hive mind zombies to monitor how aware the gems are of his shenanigans. When suspicion gets too high and the gems get ready to investigate the disappearances, Alex gets ready to ambush them as Steven. Alex would try to leverage all the psychological advantages he could, from reminding the gems of their failing to throwing everything they say back in their face, insulting them with old wounds that only Steven would know about.

His goal here would be to try and destabilize Garnet's fusion to pick off her components, then beat down the rest while they're blinded by grief.

Even if Mercer plays his part perfectly though, he would be found out. Not only is he going to be much slower and weaker than Steven should be, but he's going to have to rely on regeneration and shapeshifting to close the gap and that's going to be a massive red flag no matter how subtle he is with it. Sure, Steven could technically shapeshift a knife but why would he when he already has one he has shields? Why isn't Steven using those? Let's just say Garnet's going to know something's not right when she accidentally punches a whole through Alex's chest and Alex just regrows it, especially if it's a blow Steven could've taken just fine.

Alex's last resort would be to admit that he killed Steven, but I don't think that would be enough to let him close the stat gap either. Even if Garnet defuses, Amethyst and Pearl are still almost as strong as her, while the massive speed gap means Mercer woukd struggle to capitalize on the opening anyways. Ultimately, Mercer is going to run out of biomass to heal with eventually and they now know he's a shapeshifter, so using that knowledge in conjuction with their speed would ensure that he could never get away this time.

Ultimately, this represents what Mercer is at his core. A virus. Put him into a petri dish with a white blood cell and he'll go down. But give him time to infest his "host" so to speak? And the damage he can do will be devastating. He's weak in a one on one assuming you can handle his hax, but if dropped into an unprepared franchise he's devastating.

Mercer may have lost the war, but the scars he'll leave on Beach City will last forever. It may even end the world if the Diamonds ever discover Steven's death. At least Mercer won the moral victory.

This invader has been vanquished! The world of Steven Universe lives on!

#fictional throwdown fridays #isekai invasion #prototype #alex mercer #steven universe #steven quartz universe #garnet su #pearl su #amethsyt su

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 2 years

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Power Armor Punch Part Twenty Four

Masterlist

Nick: Cooperate. Then this will be over.

Jasmine: (Looks down at herself, weakly nodding her head. Considering that she was undressed, in a vault, in a hospital, bleeding and weak, and had a long ass day, she was doing a good job at cooperating!)

Curie: I am about to continue stitching... please try to hold still.

Jasmine: (Weakly nods again, her fear filled eyes watching Curies movements warily. She untucks herself more to let Curie start, but her body is tense and her breathing is going faster and heavier. Was the room suppose to be spinning? Was it suppose to be turning red? God, its getting harder to breathe and see…)

Curie: *continues to carefully announce what she's doing as she stitches her up*

Nick: *can only watch. He set down the food on the chair a bit ago and remains motionless at the door*

Jasmine: (Shrieks loudly, remaining still and keeping her arms down. It does not hurt all that much, just the memories are smacking at her. She was the perfect subject after all, being that she is very durable and could regenerate fast enough that they could do it over and over again with almost no consequences. The testing getting worse the older she got) “Daddy…” (No, Stop. He cant or wont help her now, Curie isn't even doing anything wrong. He is probably only in the room just to make sure she does not end up pushing Curie again. Hell- if after this Nick ends up leaving or straight up DISOWNING her, she wouldn't even blame or hold it against him. Look at her right now, her best cant even let Curie do her thing in peace. But what else can she do? She is so scared and doing everything in her head to let this happen so she can be BETTER) (Heartbrokenly, doing her best to stay completely still) “Mamá… Mamá! Mamá! Mamá! Mamá!”

Nick: It's alright, doll. It'll be over soon...

Curie: *slowly nods in agreement, still announcing her movements. She's gotten to the chest area now*

Jasmine: (Screams loudly again, wincing back slightly but she does not cover herself so Curie can keep going. She begins crying almost desperately between fast breath as tears stream down her face) “Mamá! Mamá! Mamá! Mamá! Mamá!” (She finds it stupid and childish of herself to be screaming for her Mom who is hundreds of miles away and six feet under, but she cant really help it anymore. Its better than her getting aggressive and defensive against everyone for something that is saving her life)

Curie: *softly between one narration and the next* I'm sorry... *keeps up the pace as she explains what she's doing*

Nick: You're doing good, Rosie. *it honestly hurts to hear her cry out for her dead mother like that but if it helps her stay still enough for Curie to patch her up, then it's a marked improvement in his book*

Dogmeat: *staying out of the way, looking sadly at the girl*

Jasmine: (She barely hears any of Nicks encouragements through her shouting. Her mind is trying to focus on what Curie is doing and saying, while shooing away the terrible memories that are now roaring. Her breathing really picks up and she scoots herself a little further back into the corner for support) “Mamá! Mamá! Mamá! Mamá! Mami!”

Curie: Please try to hold still...! We are almost through... *announces that she's moving towards her and does so, continuing the pace and careful narration from before*

Jasmine: (Holds still, screaming at Curies touch again. She only scooted back so she wouldn't slump downwards in defeat) (Breathless) “Mami! Mami! Mami! Mami!” (She feels herself start to shutdown, her body starting to race with unreal pain from memories and her mind starting to distort her hearing and sight)

Curie: *snips the last stitch* And like that we are done. I am backing away, now as I must get a towel and fresh water to clean this all up.

Nick: *found a set of sheets in the cabinet and started changing them*

Curie: *leaves the room*

Jasmine: (Curls back up into a protective ball, everything around her swirling and pounding. She cant tell if her hellish headache is from the lack of air, or from the crying and memories. Maybe all three) (Weakly, but still with desperation) “Mami! Mamá! Mami! Mamá! Mami!” (On the brighter side of things, It was over, for now. Baby steps were taken in changing for the better, even if she felt like shit right now. Her Mom would be proud of her… Or at least she hopes)

Nick: *sighs tiredly. He slowly walks over and takes the bloody basin, dumping it and rinsing it out*

Curie: *returns with A LOT of towels*

Nick: How do you have so many towels? *filling it with water*

Curie: Lucille found a book on towel making machines.

Nick: *smiles* Of course she did. *slowly sets the warm water next to the girl*

Curie: *sets the towels on the bed*

Nick: Thank you, Curie... *throws a couple on the floor in front of the girl then one over his shoulder*

Curie: Of course, Monsieur. *leaves*

Nick: *kneels in front of her* Hey, Rosie... just gonna clean you up a bit with some warm water and bandage you up. Then let's get you dressed and back in that nice clean bed. That alright with you? *already taking a towel and ringing it out*

Jasmine: (Gently lifts her head to look up at him, her eyes sparkling a bit with recognization. She gives a slight nod, dropping her head back down with sobs and quick breaths)

Nick: *carefully dabs the towel over the more bloody parts of her body, rinsing it out periodically. Occasionally he has to change the water and throw down fresh towels on the floor but he's quickly back at cleaning her up*

Jasmine: (Stays completely still, her mind already in partial shutdown as she stares off into the very void of space. She is a little more relaxed and her breathing is starting to even out)

Nick: *pauses only because she's still kind of sitting in her own blood despite his efforts. He has no choice but to move her to a dryer spot on the floor after cleaning what he can with some sense of preserving her modesty* Sorry, kid. I had to. *whipes her face with a rag gently before moving to dry her off with yet another towel so he can bandage her properly*

Jasmine: (Makes no movement or protest. She is just trusting him completely at the moment without any objections. She is still crying rivers but its more silent than her earlier sobs and screams)

Nick: *quietly and carefully bandages her, wrapping anywhere there's a recent scratch but even heavier on the parts Curie stitched up. It's not long before he's helping her dress, picking her up, and carefully depositing her into her bed*

Jasmine: (Still staring off into the void of space while crying during all of this. She feels bad that Nick had to see all her terrible self inflicted wounds all over her body. Plus he also had to hear her sob and scream for her dead mother. She wraps her arms around herself for comfort, laying otherwise motionless on the bed)

Nick: *starts cleaning up the mess on the floor, putting everything in a bin for Curie to wash... come to think of it, she should probably get some staff so she isn't running ragged.* I'll be back with a fresh blanket, alright? *leaves to fetch one*

Jasmine: (Still does not move, her hands running over her arm bandages and leg bandages- not to pick at them, just to check to be sure she is alright)

Nick: *comes back with the promised blanket and drapes it over her. He picks up the food and sits in the chair, unwrapping it* You should probably eat something. You lost a lot of blood and you need the nourishment to help replenish it. *offers the bowl to her* Even if it's in tiny bites a few minutes at a time...

Jasmine: (Stares blankly at the bowl, blinking a few times as she pulls the blanket higher over herself)

Nick: C'mon, kid. You promised you'd try. *placing a piece of bread next to it*

Jasmine: (Makes no movement. Her thoughts are still on what just happened and the memories that came with it. Getting cleaned up had soothed her a bit, but it was all still there…) (Softly) “Mami…”

Nick: *sighs. Suddenly feels like their back at square one* I can't help you when you're like this, Rosalinda...

Jasmine: (Blinks at her real name, turning back to stare Nick with wide teary eyes, then at the food, finally registering it)

Nick: *silently nods at her and the food*

Jasmine: (Frowns, but she promised him that she would try. She takes the piece of bread in her hand, taking a small bite. Sadly, she cant really taste anything…)

Nick: *nods reassuringly. Softly* That's it...

Jasmine: (Takes another small bite, tears still going down her face)

Nick: *nods again* Take your time, doll...

Jasmine: (Takes one more small bite before putting the bread back down, wrapping her arms back around herself in comfort)

Nick: *just quietly sits there observing her*

Jasmine: (Looks right back at him with her childlike teary eyes while her lips tremble, hesitantly reaching for his hand)

Nick: *takes her hand in his. It's cracked and worn, the rubber shell a little rough in some spots but slightly soft in others from how it's degraded over time*

Jasmine: (Does not care how his hand feels, just wants the comfort that comes with holding it. She gives his hand a gentle squeeze, going back to staring off into space)

Nick: *slow blink with a worried sigh*

Jasmine: (Looks up at him with a bit of worry in her eyes, gently tilting her head while a whimper escapes her mouth)

Nick: *frowning deeply. Softly* Please don't do this again... *referring to her scratching herself so badly she could have bled out among the rest of her self harm*

Jasmine: (Slowly pulls her hand back) (Signing) “I promise to try not to, but its become an urge that I cant stop, especially when I am upset.” (Turns her face away while wiping her tears, a little ashamed in herself because it obviously hurts Nick when she hurts herself…)

Nick: *shakes his head. Firmly* No. Not "try". Promise you won't.

Jasmine: (Still looking away, tears going down her cheeks a bit faster) (Signing) “I will not make promises I cant keep, no matter how badly I want to.”

Nick: *firmly, almost harshly* If you value your life, if you value me, you'll keep it just as you did that promise you made to your late mother.

Jasmine: (Makes a noise of surprise, looking right back at him) (Signing) “I don't know which promise you are referring to that I made for her. I do value and love you so much, but I cant! I can only promise that I will try very hard, and if I get the urge to do so, I will say something to someone.” (Starts crying a little harder, wiping her eyes quickly)

Nick: *goes quiet, his jaw still set and his expression stern as he considers her words*

Jasmine: (Starts bawling into her hands. She really emotionally fragile right now after the stitches and memory attack so any bit of tension feels like huge hard wave. She is really trying and meaning every bit of her words and promises. She has nothing more to give, and that bothers her because she so badly wants to assure Nick that she will never hurt herself, but cant because it will likely happen again…)

Nick: *simply* Alright.

Jasmine: (Still sobbing, hiding herself under the blanket like a small child)

Nick: *slowly reaches over and rubs her back*

Jasmine: (Relaxes and slowly stifles her sobs so she can breathe. After a moment, she pulls the blanket off her face and wipes her tears away with her hands, staring up at Nick)

Nick: *much softer expression. He's not smiling but he doesn't look as harsh and cold* I'll accept that.

Jasmine: (Nods weakly. She really means to try her very best…)

Nick: We really gotta find you a better coping mechanism in the mean time...

Jasmine: (Shifts, gripping onto the blanket tightly. Not like she knows anything else…)

Nick: *goes quiet again in thought*

Jasmine: (Reaches for his hand to hold, pausing to look up at him as if to silently ask if it was still okay to do so)

Nick: *nods* It's still okay...

Jasmine: (Takes his hand with both of hers. If he looks really closely at her face, it brightens up a bit with a small smile and sparkling eyes. She is still slowly crying, but otherwise she looks calm)

Nick: *can't help but smile seeing that. It's been a while since she's looked even close to happy*

Jasmine: (Blinks, tilting her head at him. Not realizing that she brighten up a little bit because her mind is still screaming and racing with memories. And there was a throbbing on her chest where her stitches were done…)

Nick: You're smiling, kiddo.

Jasmine: (Blinks again in confusion at herself. Why? Her thoughts were being terrible to her as almost always…)

Nick: *shrugs* I don't have the answer, kiddo.

Jasmine: (Sighs, scooting herself closer to him and resting her forehead on his hand. Well neither did she, guess her emotional controls were totally broken as they have been for the past few days. How would she even fix that?)

Nick: *finally face falls a little* I found your book while I was checking for knives... that's how I discovered the chem stashes...

Jasmine: (Looks at him with wide eyes, then quickly looks away. He wasn't suppose to read ANY of that… Thats why she kept it hidden. All the things she wrote in there were some of her deepest and darkest thoughts on herself and her days. Shit... Some of them were recounts on the things done and said to her. How much did Nick actually read? Most of it was very out of context due to her frantic mental state… Starts running through everything written in that book in her head. Degrading names and phrases, insults, talky marks on how many times she could recall being assaulted, old locations she was forced to remember, personal health logs some being recent, health logs and entries on the four kids, more insults to herself, reports on her self harm and chem intake, her chem stashes, and dozens of other pages she can recall being bloodied…)

Nick: It was covered in blood... I don't think I could have ignored it. *sighs* And because I read it, it's all committed to my memory like the rest of the books I've come across. I saw the entries. Not all of them made sense but I could tell you were hurting. *frowns and looks away* I understand if this breaks your trust in me but please understand, it was out of good intentions...

Jasmine: (Nods her head understandably. If Lilac had a book like that lying around, she would read it out of concern for her sisters safety) (Signing) “You just cleaned and bandaged me up, I trusted you to do that because I understand you are only trying to look out for me.” (Goes back to holding his hand after wiping her eyes)

Nick: *nods quietly*

Lucille: Alright. I think you're ready. *closes the synth up and pulls up her pip boy to begin the start up sequence*

The Synth: *monotone voice* Boot sequence initiated... Beginning system set up... *choosing what they prefer to be*

Jasmine: (Stares up at him with those childlike eyes that are still very much teary. She knows that she shouldn't be coddled anymore, but she wants to be held by him again right now. It’s honestly the best way for her to calm down and remain calm, maybe because she was held a lot when she was little. A distant and lost look starts to haze in her eyes)

Nick: Fine... one more hug. *pulls her to him*

Jasmine: (She lets out a surprised noise as she is pulled in, but she quickly melts in his hug. The safe and warm feeling returns as she holds onto her Dad, closing her eyes. The trained assassin side of her always screams for her to pull away when this happens, but she just drowns it out with the sound of Nicks inner machinery)

Nick: Better?

The Synth: *eyes turn purple instead of the bright yellow most are known for. It's one of the upgrades Lucille included*

Jasmine: (Hums sweetly in response, sniffing on some tears. Weird how a simple hug from someone she loves can make everything seem better when she feels like total shit, physically and mentally. She knows that Nick said this was the last hug, but she secretly does not want it to be…)

Nick: *the last hug for now, that is. He can't stay here forever holding her, but he's at least happy he's bringing her some form of comfort*

The Synth: *still setting up. They're taking a bit to choose what they want to be*

Jasmine: (Tilts her head so she is looking up at him, blinking slowly)

Nick: *raises an eyebrow* Kid?

Jasmine: (Doesn't answer right away, just keeps blinking. Thinking about the book, and all that was written in it from the time she left the Vault. All her pain and trauma, her trying to put it into words but it all came out as jumble. It only started to iron out when she met the kids, then went complete shit again until she met Nick. How many tally marks did she put up until then….)

Nick: Talk to me, Jas...

Jasmine: (Blinks rapidly, registering his words) (Signing) “Thank you for not hurting me just now. I know that sounds stupid, but so many men would see me in that state and just… But not you. You would never do that to me.” (A couple of tears escape her eyes. She was used to being left half alive and in hells pain. If only she wasn't so damn pretty then she wouldn't have to worry about any of this… She might have her biological Mom to thank for that, if that old lady was correct…)

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout oc #fallout original character #nick valentine #curie

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gelican-gelicant · 15 days

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Chapter 5: Persona

"I know that you say I get mean when I'm drinking,

But then again, sometimes I get really sweet.

So what does it mean if I tell you to go fuck yourself?

Or, if I say that you're beautiful to me?

-Affection - Cigarettes After Sex

Over the following weeks, Aysla finds that she falls asleep more easily on the nights when Astarion is beside her, happy and exhausted. On the nights he doesn't struggles, she tosses and turns through the celestial visions that have returned in full strength - prophetic, vivid, and disturbing.

Aysla is asleep with her armor and rapier lying in a heap next to her, prepped for her to don in the morning when they set out to lead their assault on the larger goblin camp, when she's visited by a strange visitor, offering vague details on her tadpole predicament and making himself out to be a Dream Guardian.

When that vision ends, she feels a creeping dread. She tries to wiggle her fingers, but she's paralyzed as a familiar aura, like a chilly hand gripping her heart, washes over her. She knows the dream that will follow.

She’s surrounded by darkness, but she can sense figures approaching before she sees them, surrounding her as she lies prone. Drawing closer, the shadows become silhouettes, and the silhouettes grow faces. She hears laughing. They’re laughing like it’s funny to them. She’s so angry, but they keep laughing. She tries to open her mouth to scream, or cry or beg - but she can’t. She hears a belt unbuckle, then the sound of trousers being undone. Unable to scream, unable to move, all she can do is watch herself be violated. And all the while, they laugh.

She wakes from the vision. And people wonder why I drank.

She thinks about reaching for the bottle before they start the day. No one would have to know. Just a few sips to numb her mind and obscure the creeping anxiety.

A shadow of a figure blocks the little stream of light of the flap of her tent, interrupting her train of thought. A handsome head pops through, clicking his tongue. "Tsk tsk, so lazy - time to start the day, darling! We've goblins to murder."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Aysla and Astarion hang towards the back of their group heads as they head out.

"I was wondering about your, er, body art?” she says, finally caving to her curiosity. "Didn't want to pry, but it's been a fairly frequent sight."

Astarion looks away and shrugs. "It’s a poem - a gift from Cazador. He fancied himself quite the artist, and used his slaves as his canvas."

“Is it a good poem, at least?” she says, regretting asking already.

He looks at her dryly. “I can’t exactly look in a mirror and see it, now can I?”

“True. Well, let me know if you ever want to, while we still have our tadpoles,” she offers.

He cocks his head. “Oh. I hadn't thought of that. I may take you up on that, later - if that’s alright.”

She overhears Karlach speaking to Wyll walking ahead of them. "You dreamed it too? Freaky."

“I had a dream as well,” Aysla murmurs, not mentioning its horrific sequel. She doubts that part of her night’s visions were shared by the group.

“Same here! Same dream,” Astarion says quickly.

Aysla realizes he sounds like he's lying, but she dares not call it out lest he act even weirder and stiffer than he already is. He smiles, but it doesn’t touch his eyes. He looks exhausted and far away. She wonders if she isn't the only one who had a rough night. Maybe he has nightmares, just like her.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

As the group walks past the revelry of the gobins in the courtyard, Aysla's attention is pulled to a lone, fluffy owlbear cub off to the edge of the boisterous crowd.

“Oh, he's darling,” Aysla whines.

Karlach bounces as she talks, “Oh my gods, adorable!”

A goblin woman stands beside him, aside from the rest of the merry-makers. She raises a hand, and whacks the sweet baby bird-bear upside the head - hard.

Aysla’s smile drops. “Oh. I don’t like that.”

She speeds a bit ahead, approaching the offender.

“Hello there!" she calls out. "What are you doing?"

She is all business, towering over the offending animal-handler.

“You fancy takin’ on our new chicken? It’s a bigun’, but that’s just more for the chasin’,” she says.

Her eyes harden. “Hmm. I will be taking the chicken with me, I think."

The woman has the gal to yank on the leash. The owlbear stumbles and makes a pathetically cute little noise of hurt. “By the hells, you won’t! This is our chicken, and-”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake-" Her dagger is in the woman’s neck before she can finish the thought. She swiftly moves to attempt to block the slumping body from the crowd's view with her own thin frame, and freezes.

“...Shit."

Karlach, frozen momentarily, looks at her wide-eyed for a beat, then shuffles to the other side of the goblin’s corpse. Between the two of them, they somehow manage to drag the body to lean against a pillar, where it's at least somewhat hidden.

“And, a goblin is dead. Do we think before we murder, or are we going more for record speed?” huffs Astarion, as the group catches up to see the mess they've managed to stumble into within minutes of arrival.

“Right, so not sure if we’re all on the same page of making our way in without drawing attention,” Gale comments, looking quite disappointed.

"We've killed for less these past few weeks, have we not?" she shifts her weight to one hip, looking at the feathery cub. "Look at him."

Aysla holds a skinny-knickled hand out. He purrs, but it’s a nervous sound. She notices that he's trembling.

"Poor little lad,” she coos. “You’re just a sweet baby chicken, aren't you?”

She can do nothing but leave him there, for now. With his captor there, lying dead, she hopes he sees it as a token to convey that she means him no harm. But he just looks at her with big glossy eyes, all sweet and afraid. “Worry not, little man. We’re going to kill every last one of them.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Priestess Gut introduces herself, demanding to see her arm.

“Priestess Gut needs to touch you too. Hold out your arm so I can mark ya’ flesh,” she demands.

Ough, she thinks. How can I kill this one without making another scene?

“Hmm. Can I talk to you privately? True Soul to True Soul?” she asks. It sounds suspicious, even to herself.

“Well alright, follow me,” she says.

Well that was easy, she thinks. She raises her eyebrows and shrugs at her companions before following her to her chambers, alone.

She has a motive for getting her victim alone - she wants to use this opportunity to test one additional trick she may have up her sleeve. An ability she hasn't used in some time, because she couldn’t - it goes dormant and becomes inaccessible to her when she's chronically drunk. But if the visions were back, then so may be her the other gifts bestowed by her celestial heritage.

When they get to her chambers, the Priestess turns around to close the door. Then, when she turns back around to face Aysla, her face is suddenly full of fear, which lets Aysla know that it does, indeed, still work.

Aasimar are typically able to create a divine blast that stun their enemies - when Aysla was young, hers was a ray of radiant light. Over time, though, it had changed. She didn’t mean to become ‘fallen,' as those aasimar with macabre black wings and hardened hearts were referred to - but as her outlook grew bleak, so did her celestial light.

She glances at the mirror off to the side of the room, and she’s taken aback by her own appearance. Usually, her features are pretty, despite the air of apathy and pallor haunting her otherwise charming looks.

In the reflection now, she sees a much different, more chilling image - an angel of death, complete with black sclera, and a terrifying, black cloudy aura.

There is a shroud emerging from her silhouette that is not like the one she remembers. There is no more light, no more angelic halo - it is all dark black ink; a horrid, necrotic mist.

The tendrils of necrotic energy, like black smoke, drift from her, enshrouding Priestess Gut. Aysla holds her gaze, and smiles down at her, with her black eyes - shark’s eyes - empty of joy, but inviting, welcoming.

Though its cold embrace evades Aysla, the darkness of death - of no longer being - beckons to her still, and it sings its magnetic siren song through her eyes to whoever dare look upon her.

Gut stands frozen with fear. All she can do is stare back into the void, as Aysla slides her blade through her.

Aysla takes a beat to gather herself. Fixing her face, plastering a casual smile back on, she walks out to greet her companions.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Walking further in, they discover a man in a black leather get-up, who she gathers must be a follower of Loviatar - a whip on the wall, torture diagrams on the table behind him, the freaky little outfit.

He eyes her appraisingly. “Greetings child. I’ve met few aside from goblins here. I was brought here to discuss pain and its intricacies, but I find my present company quite - well, primitive. Pain without purpose is a terrible thing, wouldn’t she agree?”

“Oh, surely,” she responds, having a pretty good idea of where this is going.

“Exquisite, you understand,” he replies. “I worship Loviatar; and both Loviatar - and I - are interested in how you handle pain, dear one. And should you delight her, you will almost assuredly receive her most gracious blessing.” He taps his fingers together villainously.

She knows she can tolerate quite a bit of ‘pain,’ and eyeing his little whips and not-overly-muscular arms, she's certain she’ll be able to bear whatever he intends. May as well.

She looks at her companions with a slightly resigned and amused expression. Lae’zel looks at her intently, and Astarion and Shadowheart clearly have their interests peaked as well.

“Now, I’ve got to see this,” Astarion murmurs.

“By all means, let us see what his skilled hand can get up to,” encourages Lae-zel.

“Alright,” she says, as she steps up to the mark. “Eat your heart out, dungeon boy.”

She assumes correctly that the spot off to the side of the room, surrounded in droplets of blood, must be the place.

He whips her once, through her shirt, and she flinches a little in surprise, but not in pain - she’s reminded of how she used to snap rubber bands on her wrist, and finds she doesn't mind.

He seems to want more of a reaction than that, though. “The pain you feel will cleanse you - do not fight it!” he commands.

So she hams it up. At his next strike, she tense herself, waits a beat, then moans dramatically.

Shadowheart snorts. Looking over her shoulder, she sees Astarion looking wide-eyed. Lae’zel, too, is absolutely focused. Gale appears to be watching through his hands, Wyll is politely looking away altogether, and Karlach has surprise and unfiltered horniness drawn on her face.

“Your voice sounds so sweet, dear one. Keep going!” he says, as he whips her again.

She cries out lasciviously again, so exaggeratedly that she worries for a moment that he’s going to know that she’s making fun - but he buys it, again.

“That’s it, dear one! Let Loviatar hear you!” He cries.

She tries not to giggle. He strikes her a few more times, and each time she offers a theatrical, pornographic moan. Is Astarion watching? She wonders.

“You bore the pain like a true believer,” he says. “Loviatar herself found her performance inspiring. She has deemed you worthy of her blessing.”

Aysla shoots a glance to Astarion. She could take or leave the blessing. She wanted to entertain him, and she's pleased to find that he does appear to be entertained.

She walks past her companions. "Shows over, perverts."

Astarion speedwalks up beside her. "You're even more of a freak than I realized, Dear One. I'll keep that in mind."

She blinks at him innocently. "I only hope you found my performance inspiring too. Perhaps we can make another offering to Loviatar later."

Astarion's laughter peals out, echoing throughout the stony halls. He's never slept with someone more than a handful times before delivering them to Cazador, and as his longest-running conquest, he's relieved that she also happens to be of the funniest and boldest that he can recall. Her relentless flirtations take all the work out of the old routine. He wonders for a moment if he's luring her at all, anymore, or if it goes both ways. "Only if you make such delicious sounds again."

"We are here," Shadowheart calls from behind them, the eye roll somehow audible in her tone, "to find a druid, if you two can reel it in long enough to focus."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Minutes later, Aysla has her rapier in the gut of a drow woman, starting a chain reaction; waves of goblins besiege them, and they begin slicing, beheading and disemboweling their way out, their plan to stealth their way through the place falling apart fantastically.

She swings her rapier through the neck of what she thinks might be the hundredth goblin, though there's too many to keep count. Astarion hangs back in the shadows, a dagger in each hand. Karlach is a frenzy, leaving a wake of goblins being thrown through the air. Lae’zel is fierce and focused, her silver blade stained red. Shadowheart, to her credit, does quite a bit of damage when one of her radiant beams of light actually manages to hit something. Gale shoots fireballs like they’re going out of style, and Wyll makes great use of his renewed arcane capabilities from Mizora.

After what feels like an ocean of goblins, they scan the area and see nothing left but heaps of the dead, the once-bustling party turned quiet and still, aside from a small, round creature, frozen in place.

The group drags, out of breath and thoroughly tuckered out, but Aysla still strides purposefully. Reaching the owlbear, she smiles. “I told you - all dead!” She offers him her hand to sniff again. He nuzzles against it, twisting his head until he rolls his body, displaying his tummy to her. She pets his underside gently, careful not to startle him, and he just wiggles affectionately. She gingerly places her hands under the crooks of his front legs and lifts him up, holding him aloft her bony hip, like a dense feathery toddler.

“You're a free chicken!” she says, bouncing him. If her heart couldn’t break any more, he nuzzles his head against her neck, closing his eyes.

Astarion looks at her, spattered in goblin blood and cooing to the beaked baby beast, and can't help but smile. “What an adorable little snack."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

When everyone else is asleep, Astarion exits his tent to go for a hunt. He stops in his tracks when he sees the outline of a figure, standing at the edge of camp, swaying.

But when he squints, he sees Aysla cradling and rocking the owlbear cub and fights down a laugh. Was this not the woman who just hours ago was elbow deep in butchery, sweeping a wave of death?

And then he hears her humming softly, and his smile drops. It would be amusing if it wasn't also so tragically sweet. Something uncomfortably twinges in his chest.

He stalks off into the night, away from the tender moment. It's not the first time that her affection has left him with this unsettling tightness in his chest. He often finds himself with an aching feeling when he's with her, especially when she's tracing little patterns on his skin, carding through his hair, rubbing soothing circles on his shoulders. They've been sleeping together for weeks, and it's unfamiliar territory, he thinks. That's all. It's only natural that some parody of a bond begin to form.

He tries to recall if he had ever felt this way with any of his past trysts. He can't remember anything even remotely similar to her - the lewd jokes at her own expense, the naive and lovey-dovey aspects of their intimacy, and the overall feeling of kindredness - they're all novel, but just more tool to use to endear her to him, he supposes.

It is different, but good different. He wonders if she'll be back in her tent by the time he comes back. He wonders if it will come off too eager if he comes to find her that night. She might be too tired for their usual activities, but will she be too tired to hold him gently and hum to him, too?

He's never gone to someone's bed to just be held, before, nor has he slept with someone who granted him this level of comfort, safety and warm-gooey feelings. He wonders if she has.

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