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dailycharacteroption · 2 months

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Jinyiwei (Investigator Archetype)

In the real world, the Jinyiwei, or “Embroidered Uniform Guard” was a secret police organization founded in the 14th century by the Hongwu Emperor in order to root out corruption and insurrection from within, able to overturn and ignore the judicial proceedings to arrest, interrogate, and punish anyone in the kingdom, including nobility and even the emperor’s own relatives.

Ostensibly this body would help preserve the empire with only the Emperor themselves to answer to, able to arrest and prosecute politically untouchable figures should they become enemies of the state.

Buuuuut if you’ve ever heard the term “secret police” in regards to world history before, you probably know how this goes. At best, the Jinyiwei were used as assassins to eliminate rivals, and at worse, were just as corrupt and capable of abusing their own power.

Who knew a paramilitary group answerable to literally only one man would be a bad idea for everyone?

However, for all it’s real faults, the Jinyiwei we’re describing today is a bit different than the real thing. For one, the Mandate of Heaven is actually real with gods and divine dragons granting power and authority to rule empires.

However, corruption remains, and the Jinyiwei of the Lung Wa empire was created to counteract and root out this corruption that drove the bureaucracy of the nation into the dirt, but in the end they failed, falling to corruption itself until the empire fractured and crumbled, robbing them of any authority.

But why the original Lung Wa Jinyiwei are long gone, there are those across Tian Xia that take inspiration from them, and seek to emulate them as they stand against the corruption that poisons governments and ruins nations.

Such dedication grants these investigators a bit of divine power, which they use alongside their keen minds to bring justice to the land, even if they aren’t quite as unimpeachable as their ancient predecessors.

The result is a sort of fusion of investigator and inquisitor, as we’ll soon see.

Careful consideration and insight, as well as the blessing of the divine is what fuels these investigators. As such, their inspiration is powered by their wisdom rather than intelligence, and instead of using alchemy they cast spells, drawing magic from the same arsenal as inquisitors.

Like the Jinyiwei of old, they understand that corruption and deception can be anywhere, and are especially skilled at noticing lies, forgeries, and disguises, as well as that which is hidden, be it a person or secret containers and doors.

Their suspicion also guards them against the magics of deception, enchantments and illusions, helping them avoid falling under their sway and pierce the false reality they create.

Finally, their divine mandate goes so far as to allow them to unleash divine judgement as inquisitors do, albeit somewhat less skillfully.

With the combination of the inquisitor spell list, geared towards information gathering, buffing, debuffing, and divine wrath; as well as their knack for discovering all types of deception, this archetype plays a bit more of a support and combat role than the vanilla inquisitor before even taking talents into account. As such, A combat build seems like a good choice here, one that can learn about the enemy and set up spells and tactics beforehand to take them down.

As written, the lore states that these individuals are not part of an organization, extrajudicial or otherwise. As such, their desire to follow such a path and endorse such ideals may be considered a relic of the past, and what that means will vary by nation and by individuals. Some may mock them as deluded fools clinging to ideals and a nation that no longer exists, others may honor them as a symbol of better days, or revile them as echoes of a past that needed to burn or as the shadow of a threat to the new order. Or, you know, in your setting their organization may still exist, and may or may not a blight upon the people in the way that secret police tend to be.

Through terrible coincidence and just bad luck, the party has accidentally slain one of the sacred white-antlered deer that only the emperor may hunt, and now they are on the run, chased by the mask-wearing secret order that answers only to His Holy Eminence.

A chance encounter can change your life, and so it was with Jinga, a monkey goblin who stumbled upon an aging old hermit on his island home who taught him about the great empire and how he was once one of it’s secret guardians, blessed by the gods. Jinga looked up to him so much that he studied his ways and received the divine blessing, leaving home to offer his services. He never fully understood, however, that the empire had fallen long ago.

The nation is on the verge of falling, consumed from within, all at the hands of those who should have been it’s protectors. Indeed, the Talisman Police, named for the divine tokens of their role they wear, have been corrupted from within and seek to usurp control. Is their leader a fiend in disguise? Merely power-hungry? It matters not. All that matters is that they must be stopped.

#pathfinder #archetype #investigator #jinyiwei #emperor stag #monkey goblin #Blood of the Ancients

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stagbeetleboy · 3 months

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YAYYYY SHEEV!

#star wars #sheev palpatine #darth sidious #emperor palpatine #starwars oc #jedi oc #master stag tag

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angelofdumpsterfires · 1 year

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was doing some reading on medieval bestiaries and, hear me out

Stags in bestiaries are associated with Christ, since when running they are said to run to “Christ, the true spring”. They also trample upon their enemy, the snake, who represents the Devil.

with TOH’s subversion of how witches and hierophants are traditionally regarded, i just think it’s neat :)

#OH THEY BOTH ALSO HAVE THEMES OF SHEDDING WITH DIFFERENT CONNOTATIONS #the infirm stag sheds its antlers and is rejuvenated the cunning snake sheds its skin to further grow and scheme #which 👀#oh also fun thing is a lot of medieval snakes have little cat like ears on em just like stringbean #i know it’s coincidence but i think it’s fun to analyse this kinda shit #the owl house #toh #luz noceda #emperor belos #phillip wittebane

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unfried-mouth-wheat · 11 months

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The Great Emperor Soleb in his formal attire

or I wanted to draw a mask and cowl set for him that was vaguely beetle themed. While it’s such a shame to hide his beautiful face from his adoring subjects, he must keep his human ancestry a secret. (“Why not use a concealment stone?” Where’s the drama in that?)

@missazura @wackulart

#the owl house #the owl house au #mirror au #philip witherbane #emperor soleb #whats this??? Fanart that doesn’t have my AU shoehorned in it???? Impossible!!!!#I loosely based the mask off of a deer horned stag beetle #Because… yeah #He is so so pretty I want to hit him with a car <3 #I have so much brainrot about this AU it’s near comical #come closer he won’t steal ur soul as part of his morning makeup routine I prommy #Okay that’s all uhmmm #Byeeeeee!!!!

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realrogerhours · 11 months

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Those who will inherit the earth

#original character #oc #long haired men #homunculus #cw: insects #centipede #kabutomushi #hercules beetle #centauros beetle #stag beetle #dragonfly #caucasus beetle #leeches #traditional art #sketch #Roger's Art #purple emperor butterfly #cockroach

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brittlebutch · 1 year

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autism moment (trying to categorize the marble hornets characters as bugs)

#N posts stuff #inclined to call jay a praying mantis - looks delicate/creepy but isn't necessarily #or maybe like a small emperor moth (has the huge eye patterns on its wings)#tim is a spider - maybe a tarantula? - bc of his character archetype (subverted 'scary mentally ill guy')#also bc of masked state 'scuttles directly towards you at high speeds' lol #alex is definitely a stag beetle - the ones that fight/throw each other #and brian is also a beetle but one of the smaller irridescent ones #i think that jessica is a millipede also :)#the mh comics is the equivalent of someone (skully/TO/whichever) putting jessica under a cup and watching her frantically #scuttle around its interior #mh lb

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fr-familiar-bracket · 5 months

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#flight rising polls #flight rising #fr #fr polls #fr familiar bracket #round 1 #crimson emperor #death's-head stag

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voidh0und · 1 year

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Just some general info about Khalios, Psyche, Arcadia, and general world things

Cw for cults and animal death.

-Khalios was raised by a cult, as a god, and therefore can be...more than a bit of an asshole all of the time.

- The cult was consisted primarily of Ai'valii which are an elf like race, adjacent to humans but with increased innate magic, cat-like pupils and, of course, pointed ears.

- Arcadia is an Ai'valii

-Arcadia, Psyche, and Khalios all have excess amounts of magic within them, moreso than what is the norm for this world but each centered around a specific element. Arcadia is life. Psyche is love. Khalios is death.

-To go along with each element, their is a god personifying it. Both the death and love gods are deer-like.

- The mortal name of the love goddess is I'ona, but she is also referred to as: the stag Queen and the matron of the heart. He personifes all love, not just romantic.

-Gods are made of pure magic and often, in cases when they are wounded, those remnants of them will form into "God Beasts". God Beasts can also be formed purely accidentally, like in cases when a gods presence lingers too long in one place.

- Another similar situation is The God Children, where a divine being will willingly remove a piece of their magic from themselves and form it into a sentient being, often sharing traits with both them and their divine animals.

- the act of killing a god beast, regardless of which god it belongs to, is seen as one of the most damning acts possible.

- That being said, Khalios has killed a god beast before. An emperor's Hound, the beast of death. The act was one commanded to him by the people who raised him, a sorts of ritual sacrifice to the true death god at the hands of his soon to be vessel.

#khalios khai #psyche ourania #arcadia rose #king of the dead #the aivalii #iona: the stag queen #the emperors hounds #god beasts #general world info

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gremnda · 5 months

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[ WIP ]

just a silly elf, nothing to see here haha definitely not the emperor with an evil brother and ice powers and stag god ancestry, what are you talking about aha-

#esmp s1 #empires smp #smajor fanart

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elysianfiction · 1 year

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“Child of misfortune, hear thy cry. Left to burn, left to die.”

The Edge of Dawn is a high fantasy story set in Niflven, a world blessed by an apparent peace on the brim of collapse. You awaken in the midst of a most peculiar event, hands reaching out toward the distant skies as you’re swallowed whole by the pitch black darkness of the ocean.

An unusual encounter, unknown allies, nothing left to lose but your life. Left with no memories, you’ll soon find yourself thrown into a war that transcends time. Do you believe in fate?

A fully customizable MC.

Romance, friendship and plenty of banter.

Uncover the mystery surrounding your very existence.

Discover a whimsical world of wonders as you try to unveil the mystery surrounding your very life.

Travel along with a merry band of outcasts as you ponder where your loyalties lie.

Evade the Empire’s watchful eye or not. The choice is up to you.

The rating is set tentatively as 18+!

Julian: the mysterious captain of the Scarlet Eagle, a fearless man who hides one too many secrets behind a charming smile. Is that easygoing attitude of his all there is?

Anastasia: the charming princess and heir to the throne of Urwos, a dedicated woman with a heart of gold. Praised from kingdom to kingdom for her gentle nature, longs for… what exactly?

Nyx: leader of the Order of Wolves, the fearsome woman tasked with the protection of Sorathia. Neighboring kingdoms most of all know the extent of her strength. Sharp as a thorn, haunted by ghosts of the past.

Ronan: king of Agartha, an evasive man which keeps to his kingdom. Known for his terrifying strength, he reigns over Agartha from the solitude of his palace. The only man who’s kept the Emperor at bay so far.

Nikolai: the mysterious captain of the Stag, the empire’s elite army. Seemingly impassible and focused on serving his lord, you’ll soon find out nothing is like it seems. What lies at the end of a fateful encounter?

Maeve: a powerful sorceress, whose idealistic ways landed her in a less than ideal predicament. Able to help shift the tides of fate, she has the Empire’s watchful eye on her at all times.

Frey: a mystery yet to be uncovered.

Demo // Ko-fi.

#interactive fiction #if wip #twine #twine wip #if #pinned #finally the new pinned o7

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priestessame · 2 years

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The Emperor's most Favoured

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Emperor Zhongli x Bride reader

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Warnings: Oral (receiving), zhongli has a corruption kink, themes of purity, hybrid Zhongli (he has horns), fingering, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism, dirty talk, overstymulation, power play. Minors DNI !

Summary: The emperor of Leiyue really dots on his new bride ଲ(ⓛ ω ⓛ)ଲ (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ (--) ♥ (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ (--) ♥ (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥

It was cold.

Colder than your red wedding robes had prepared you for. Even under the layers and layers of silk, a cold you couldn't shake away clung to your skin. You stretch your hands out, holding them up. The noticeable tremor told you that maybe it wasn't the cold. You pressed the anxiety down, maybe it was fear.

You drew your hands inwards, trying to get some body heat to sustain yourself. You turn, the read beaded veil jingling as you looked around the chambers.

As the last princess, although you had always been favored by your people, it wasnt the case with your own family. Your mother had been a simple musician who played the zither for the court, with no royal title of her own, the consorts looked at you like a pest to be squashed out. Your king father probably didn't even remember your name, more than happy to sell you off to the stranger tyrant. Your title had never been worth much, but the moment the proposal had come from Leuiye, you had been hailed like you were some noble born.

You wondered if this wedding would make your dead mother happy. "Your sisters will marry for honor and status." she would tell you, "But you, my dove, must marry for love and courage."

love and courage. She always used these two words together.

The truth was that they had offered you up as some sacrifice. All to save their own tails.

'They say the man is half a monster'. your sisters told you, as they dressed you up. Pretty voices dripping with malice. 'Horns growing out his head, scales on his arms.'

They said molten gold flowed through his veins.

Cold, dead, metal. Nothing human. Nothing warm.

You tightly pulled the silks around your body, remembering the ceremony. They had draped you up like one of your old dolls. Gold headdress, so heavy it was pulling at your hair. "As the last princess, this is how you serve the kingdom."

The jade ornaments were too tight around your throat, "it is high honor." voices explained, The maids ignored how badly your hands shook as they placed the bangles, "This is your duty."

You had considered running away, but even the ones who run have a home. Where would you run to?

Your legs had buckled as they walked you down to the ceremony, eyes peering past the red veil. You caught glimpses of the room. The huge high- rise celling decorated with gold and ornate blemishes. The traditional leiuyan paintings spread across every wall. Everyone of them had a flow, different scenes from an unknown myth connected to each other.

All the motifs finally met at the last wall. Stretching above you like a giant waiting to swallow you whole. The dragon on the wall was nothing short of terrifying. Slitted venomous eyes, jaw hanging open, still holding a severed body between its teeth. But you couldn't help but admire its beauty. How could man not worship a creature this majestic. Your heart stopped as you noticed the figure sitting against the painting. Your lord husband sat in his gold wedding robes. The picture of a dragon coiled like a halo behind him. His bare arms rippled gold, stag-like horns curling on either side of his head. A veil separating his own face from your sight. But your stomach dropped, the real fear of the situation crashing down into you. You didn't want this, you wanted to turn around and start sprinting.

You didn't realise you had stopped walking until the handmaiden gave you a push. You almost stumbled over the hem of your dress as they pulled you beside him, hands on your shoulders manovering you to sit down. Your knees gave out as you hit the cushion. The room spun, as the priest stood up atonce, starting the ceremony.

His long hands spreading out as he welcomed the guests. But with the panic rising you couldn't make sense of the time. In a few minutes he turned towards the two of you, he gestured towards you.

"Face him." One of the handmaiden's hissed under her breath. You turned a little too quickly.

Your heart hammered as he lifted your veil slowly. His face was devastatingly beautiful. You were realising he wasn't really human at all, the lines of his face, the gold fleckled iris settling on you, the way his mouth hitched in a faint smile as he drank you in. For those seconds you felt his power wash over you. You could almost see its color, golden and yellow, smelling of fresh earth. It encompassed you entirely, moving past your body flooding through the entire room.

You blinked in the yellow light as his fingers curled around your chin as he brought the wine to your lips. His touch seemed to burn into your skin.

You knew about this part of the ceremony, the man always drank first, a rendition of how a wife always puts her husband first, how she must be the first to sacrifice, But the dragon emperor reached for you instead. Your heart hammered as he lifted your veil slowly, keeping it pulled away from your face from one hand. The second brought the wine cup to your lips. A hushed silence fell among the guests.

It was such a curious gesture, tentative, wondering if you would take the step at all. Or refuse the change of tradition like a good bride. For a second you coud't tell if he meant it or if it was a jest. A funny prank for the guests to laugh at.

You reach forward, taking a small sip of the bitter liquid. He lets his thumb linger on your cheek before letting the veil separate you again. You were still dazed from his beauty as he placed the same cup to his mouth.

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You sighed, sinking down into the soft mattress under you. It was heavy with the sap-sweet smell of flower petals. Idly you picked one of the silk flower petals and crushed it in your hands. The chilly wind carried a strong fragrance around the room. A little too strong, you sneezed so hard that your headrest jingled and you cussed aloud.

There was a deep chuckle.

You jumped a little, not realizing he had already entered. Indeed, the emperor himself. Traditionally he should have been in red silks to match yours, but the Lord of Geo was draped in all the shades of the earth.

Now the veil pulled from his face, he looked far too beautiful. His eyes nestled on your smiling.

Long earth-brown hair tumbled over his shoulders. A delicate golden belt went around his waist suspending tendrils of beads down to his feet.

His amber eyes went around the room, "are you not cold beloved?" You felt heat rise to your cheeks, "a- little."

This was the first time he had spoken to you. As he neared, your heart skipped a beat, walking to a dying lamp and lighting it again. There was a low chuckle, "I'm sure your family would be upset if I let my bride gets a cold on her first night here."

You laughed sarcastically at his comment, "They do not care." You said before you could catch yourself. You practically bit your tongue, "I-I didn't mean that your grace I shouldn't have-"

Zhongli's gait changed, "Were they not kind to you?"

You tightened your jaw making sure you don't show the quiver as you spoke. "They won't care if you send me back in a carriage or in a bag." The room darkened, the cold festering around you. A mocking smile slipped on your face as You shook your head, " I'm the last princess, the leftover."

His eyes softened, "Is that what you felt there?"

His voice echoed out, and his fingers touched your face delicately. Urging you to look at him.

The emotion in his eyes shocked you. "is that what they told you when you were sent here?" His voice hummed with an ancient power. "That you were sent here as a scapegoat? Against your will? To be ridiculed and slaughtered?"

Your lip wobbled as you tried a brave face, "yes."

Zhongli sat down beside you, his fingers brushing away the beads from your face. "I… do not wish to keep you here against your wish."

Your eyes wavered, unable to meet his, "Although I didn't have much say on being sent here, I won't be trouble I promise. There isn't a home for me there anymore, whether I wish it to be or not."

You shook your head, "I'm realizing there never really was."

"You're not some last princess here." He said, "You're the empress of Leiuye." He said, pressing down the anger that threatened to smite anyone that would have regarded you that way.

You blinked at him, eyes fluttering as he slipped his obsidian fingers through yours. His large palm encased yours. The warmth of his touch shocked you. In a strange way, you still expect him to be cold. But touching him felt like grazing fire.

"I don't aspire to make you someone that lives in my shadow, I want someone who can take the weight of this crown." he said, "And I knew I saw that fire the first time I saw you. I do not know these people or understand their minds. But if their actions have caused you to harden your heart, to pull up a fortress, then I am not so small as to force you to take me. If they haven't been able to break you, I don't doubt anything will. And it is for that courage I see in you, that I shall strive for your acceptance, as long as you demand it."

"Will you allow me that my queen?" He asked.

Your heart hammered, And your heart spoke, "Yes."

Something in his gaze shifted and he scooped you up, one arm under your knees and the other supporting your back. Its like you had lost the sense of your body when he kissed you. You felt his hands slide around your waist, pulling you into his lap without breaking the kiss.

He tasted your skin with his lips and teeth, tugging and pulling the skin on your neck, his hands wandering in your hair, angling your head as he continued to spoil you. Everything about him was hot, his touch searing into you. Zhongli dragged his hands along your body, hands running up your torso to grope your breasts, grabbing at your love handles.

"Y-Your grac-" you words are cut short as his fingers slid past your lips, gliding inside your mouth. He chuckled watching you gag, trying to take his fingers. You really were so pure. Your tongue tried to keep up with his fingers exploring your mouth, obediently sliding over his long digits.

"You have such a pretty mouth, love." he said, fingers reaching the back of your throat, "Why don't you call me morax? hm? I am your husband after all."

You gulped as he slid his fingers out, coated in your saliva, "M-morax" you mimed.

Something feral flashed in his amber eyes, and the thrill went straight to your core. "Very good."

His mouth latched onto yours with a hunger that wasn't there before. Whatever patience he held before seemed to crumble. His tongue forced itself into your mouth, you moaned into his mouth. It felt like the ocean was in his mouth, his warm taste consuming you. He growled softly as he kissed you, his hand holding your jaw in place. You found yourself practically clawing for him, fingers digging into his robes as you twirled your tongue in his mouth.

The perversion clouded your mind as he continued, you rolled your tongue over his fingers. Suddenly feeling very bold, you liked his fingers exploring your mouth you wanted to taste him more and more.

He pulled the headrest from your head, pressing soft kisses on your face. A kiss for every gold thread braided into your hair.

Your fingers no longer trembled as you worked on the knots that tied his robes. Although you blushed as you undid his robes dutifully. You were such a sweet little thing, so pliant so pure. He relished the small gasp that left your lips as he latched his mouth on your neck. Zhongli didn't just want to fuck you, he wanted to devour you whole.

He hugged you from the back, dragging his palms against your breasts, fingers grabbing at your skin greedily. He latched his mouth to yours again, as if he couldn't get enough of your taste. Wetness pooled between your legs. You rubbed your thighs sadly as you realised you wanted him to touch you there. So fucking badly.

His hand lazily caressed your inner thigh, the featherlight touch sending goosebumps across your body. You jumped as his fingers brushed higher. He chuckled, the sound resonating in his chest. You let your head roll back on his shoulder as his other hand reached for your breast, thumb rolling over your nipple. You couldn't help but squirm as Zhongli toyed with you. The arousal grew, flooding your body with a strange heat you had never felt before. His fingers on your thigh inched closer to your core, "have you touched yourself before, beloved?"

You shook your head, mind still reeling from his tantalizing touch, "N-no Your grace." You managed.

"hm?" he mused, burying his face in the crook of your neck, "That's a shame," he breathed, "Guess I'll have to figure out how to pleasure you on my own."

His fingers reached deep inside your core, rubbing along your walls. You yelped out his name as his fingers curved sliding wickedly inside you. His mouth still working at your neck, sneaking up to draw out languid, hot kisses. With every moment your desire for him grew. He laughed in your mouth as you sucked on his tongue, practically growling at how wet you were for him.

He continued to praise you to take away the burn of his fingers thrusting inside you. "Such a sweet, lovely thing~" he mused as he continued his lazy torturous rhythm.

He held you in his arms, your back against his chest. The inner of your thighs were slick from the hours of teasing. His fingers sunk to the knuckles, it was embarrassing just how riled up he got you from his fingers. You felt his cock harden, pressing against the small of your back needy-ly.

You groaned practically arching your back to feel more of him. But Zhongli just held you in place. His cock was painfully hair, pressing against the flimsy fabric of his pants, weeping at the tip. He drank in the whine as he pulled his fingers from your cunt, so fucking warm, his cock twitched again begging for attention. He traced his fingers down your torso, the swell of your breasts to the dip of your stomach, well his cock will just have to fucking wait. He had to taste you first.

He placed you down on your back, watching as you sink into the fabric. His eyes drank in your body, you were completely bare for him, thighs pushed apart. His wedding robes hung loosely around his shoulders, his bare chest heaving. His golden hands dug into your thighs, spreading them further.

You couldn't help but yelp as the cold air hit your folds, the humiliation of the position was too much to handle. Morax kissed your knee, "Now, now, little one." He hummed against your skin, "Don't be shy, you're so beautiful like this," his thumb brushed over your folds, featherlight. Your hips buckled under his touch, heart hammering with anticipation. His fingers dug into your plush thighs as his mouth lowered, trailing hot kisses down your thigh. You could see the lust pool into his eyes like molten gold, just the intensity of his gaze making your legs tremble.

careful not to hurt you with his horns, as he nestled between your legs. You felt his breath against your core. Your breath hitched as you realized what he was going to do.

His tongue felt warm and very arousing against you. He pressed soft kisses on your clit "so sweet" he growled out.

Just the sight of him nestled between your legs, dragging his tongue along your deepest parts threatened to push you over the edge. You felt a strange pressure build in you, blazing pleasure rising in your body. Your knitting into his hair and you grinded yourself against his face, demanding more friction.

As the coil in your stomach snapped, the pleasure made your eyes fly open. Zhongli's grip around your hips held you in place as you spasmed around his tongue. Your grip on his hair loosened as you panted out, too overwhelmed from your first orgasm. Zhongli growled out against your core, flicking his tongue over clit making you squeal out from over-sensitivity. He chuckled kissing up your thigh, dragging his teeth over the supple flesh.

The high from the orgasm dulled and whatever fear you had about this moment flew out the window. You wanted him to completely own you, take your body in every way, to completely ruin you-

He squeezed your face lovingly, pulling you in a kiss where you could taste yourself on his lips.

His hands brushed the hair off your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. Adoring your face.

You actually felt loved. Your heart felt so full as he reached forward claiming your mouth again. His hand moved down to your thigh, hooking his palm under your knee, raising your knee to your chest. You mewled as you felt his tip brush against your folds. "Morax~ ungh, please."

"Patience, my love." He murmured against you, dragging his cock along your folds, the tip digging into your soft core just enough to have you begging for him.

"Can't have you getting hurt now love."

You squirmed as he continued to tease you, gathering the slick from your core as he enjoyed how fucking warm you were.

His tip finally pressed against your entrance and your hips practically buckled with excitement. Zhongli cupped your face, making you look at him, "If it's too much, you must tell me immediately, understood?" You nodded feverishly, finding him torturously endearing now. The smirk told you he read your mind.

Your eyes rolled back as he finally, fucking finally eased his cock into you. You felt the pinching drag as he pushed each inch in. He was big for you, your walls struggling to accommodate his girth. But the pain of the intrusion only lasted for a second before you were completely consumed in the pleasure of just feeling so full. Your walls fluttered around him, you couldn't wrap your head around the fact that he was actually inside. You felt the warm tickle of blood down your leg as he bottomed into you. Morax continued to handle you like glass, rubbing your sides, singing you sweet things asking if it hurt too bad and if he should stop. But all you could think of was how badly you wanted him to move. To have some sort of friction.

Your fingers fisted in his silky hair and you pulled him closer, teeth knocking as you pulled him in a messy kiss.

"Show me you're mine emperor."

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With every passing moment, his patience grew thinner, head overcome with lust. He couldn't take his eyes off how his cock slid into your gushy hole, like you were made for him.

He loved seeing you under him, eyes glassy from the pleasure, a stupid smile on your face as he pounded into you. He had finally broken you, stripped away the shyness. He wanted you to use him to find all the crevices of love, to explore what pleasured you the most.

To take from him everything you were denied before. It had been hours of him fucking into you, he had already pushed you over the limit, but he could tell how you didn't want to stop yet. How his bride was just as insatiably obsessed with him as he was with her.

Your legs trembled as he pulled you on top, jerking his hips upwards, his blunt tip fucking deeper into your cunt. His pace grew more and more ruthless, your mind blanked, the world around you blending into the pure pleasure of his cock slamming into your sweet spot. Your glazed eyes pinned on his, hands pressed weakly against his chest. His fingers grazed your sides as you rode him out, hips meeting his thrusts halfway.

The curl of desire was so strong, your nails dug into his chest, drawing blood. He growled, the sound going straight to your core. For the first time in your life, you had a person to call your own.

Your eyes pinned on his fucked out face, the red flush running down his neck, eyes slightly glazed as he surrendered to you more and more with every thrust. An expression you would get to keep to yourself. You arched your back, quickening the pace. The way his cock glided inside you was just so fucking good. You could feel him twitch inside you just aching for release. For the last princess who was born with nothing, you were just owning the greatest emperor in the land.

The knot in your stomach finally snapped, your eyes rolled back, body going limp from one of the most intense orgasms of your life. Your walls spasmed uncontrollably against his girth, the feeling of your warm walls squeezing against him, sent the emperor over the edge. With a grunt he gripped your waist, the tip of the cock pressed deliciously against your cervix as he came. You watch his glorious face contort into pure pleasure as he filled you up with ropes of his thick cum. His grip on your waist eased and you collapsed onto his chest, panting hard.

You felt his cock soften inside you before slipping out, eliciting a whine from you. You panted against his warm chest, his arms wrapped around your body. His fingers ran through your sweat-soaked hair, murmuring praises, his deep voice rumbling in his chest, "So well, you did so well, beloved-"

His sex-heavy voice sent warmth flooding through your veins, from the roots of your hair to your fingertips. You buried your face in his chest as he hugged you closer. His voice purred out more praises, but you couldn't hear them anymore. The chamber felt blazing hot, eyes getting heavy as the exhaustion finally hit you. If this is why people in Leuyie kept their chambers always cold, maybe you could get used to it.

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AHHHHHHHHH I have wanted to write this one for so long have fun✌🐜

#zhongli #genshin #genshin smut #zhongli smut #zhongli scenarios

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Class Feature Friday: Air School (Wizard Elementalist School)

(art by Christina Kritikou on Artstation)

And we’re back with another elemental school, this time focusing on the first of the classic western elements: Air!

In case you missed the entry on Aether, elemental schools are an alternative to traditional arcane schools hailing from lands and locations where the elements take metaphysical precedent over what the spells themselves do. While these wizards are just as capable of all the same feats as more classically trained ones, their specialization is much broader than what you’d expect.

With that in mind, students of aeromancy are by default opposed to the magics of geomancy in the western elemental system… and outright unheard of to followers of the eastern elemental system as air is replaced by wood and metal in that system.

In any case, aeromancers are the masters of everything about the element of air, ranging from wind, weather, and even storms and electricity (shoots a look at Second Edition).

As such, they can be expected to have the solution when problems arise in the open air. Need more speed for your ship on the sea? Aeromancer casting gust of wind or control winds. Enemy in the air? Cast fly and bring them down with wind and lightning. Enemy on the ground with no good ranged weaponry? Take to the air again and rain down hell from above.

With all these offensive applications, one might assume that aeromancers are limited to careers in warfare but that is hardly the case. They can also be engineers of flying vehicles or even entire flying cities, important members of ship crews, long-distance communicators, messengers, and so on.

Unlike certain other elemental schools, the spells of what is “in school” for the element of Air doesn’t really include anything that is outside of normal wizard abilities, but naturally includes the basic spells that work with all elements, as well as those that manipulate wind, weather, electricity, and even sound in some cases, as well as those that grant aerial utility abilities such as flight.

These wizards are true masters of the air, training themselves to be better fliers. What’s more, they devote some of the magic to defying gravity. At first they can use this to slow their fall at will, but later they can use it to ascend vertically, or even properly fly. At their zenith, their mastery of flight is so great that they cannot fall unless they want to.

As an offensive measure, they can discharge a small flash of lightning around themselves to harm foes and dazzle them.

They also learn to create a minature cyclone around themselves, blocking incoming projectiles, making it difficult to approach them, and even knocking flying foes above them out of the air.

The ability to eventually fly at will, as well as ground other fliers can be quite effective, and this school is perfect if you plan to be a flying spellcaster that rains down spells from above. Don’t forget to diversify though, for while you are certainly set up to blast from afar, wizardry is more than just damage-dealing spells.

Air typically represents concepts like freedom, whimsy, and the like, and certainly a fair share of aeromancers share these traits, but they don’t necessarily have to. Indeed, some may have the even temper of still air, or they might be as tulmultuous as the storm.

Though the sun hurts their eyes and their darkvision limits their abilities in the air at night, the orcs of Mount Yakraan have a special love for the sky and flight, wearing smoked goggles as they ride mighty flying steeds. Their shamans, however, need not steed, instead using arcane magic to master the sky all on their own, and strike down their enemies with lightning from above.

Powerful and wary, the legendary emperor stags almost rival the legendary cerynitus in desirability as a hunter’s prize. Most nobles let their hunting hounds mostly do the work, but the most recently discovered bodies have been slain by even less sportsmanlike behavior, sporting burns on the tops of their backs. Someone with mastery of air magic has been ambushing them from above, taking their antlers and leaving the poor beasts to rot.

Those who face an aeromancer expecting only lightning underestimate the versatility of the atmosphere. Indeed, the current mage duel champion, Viksa, is infamous for calling down superheated siroccos and blizzards, or simply blowing them off the arena with a mighty gale.

#pathfinder #archetype #wizard #school #elemental school #air #orc #emperor stag #cerynitus #advanced player's guide

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The Vision of St. Hubert by Hans Zatzka

After the 15th century this legend is mostly known as the Vision of Saint Hubert (born c. 656, Toulouse- died 727 Tervuren) who was known as the “Apostle of the Ardennes”. Before the 15th century it was a story that was told regarding Placidus, a Roman soldier and the captain of the guards to Emperor Trajan. While hunting he chased a beautiful white stag until it turned and stood before him. A brilliant white crucifix appeared between his antlers and a voice spoke to the astonished and humbled Placidus, "Why dost thou pursue me? I am Christ, whom thou hast hitherto served without knowing me. Dost thou now believe? And Placidus fell with his face to the earth, and said O Lord, I believe! And the voice answered saying Thou shalt suffer many tribulations for my sake, many temptations; but be strong and of good courage, and I will not forsake thee." It was that moment of conversion that his name was changed to St. Eustache. In either case, this theme was popular and was a repeated composition in art throughout the centuries.

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you're quickly becoming one of my favorite artists here, love all your art, it's all so cute!

i know you like isopods a lot, but what are some other of your fave bugs and critters? OwO

aww thank you so much this makes me SO HAPPY to hear!! Favorite bugs would likely be, Japanese Emperor Caterpillars, Woolly Aphids, Stag Beetles, and Moths! But here are some other silly creatures i fixated on for a while. Manta rays, Fennec Foxes, Jerboas (still sorta fixated, just hard to draw them sadly), Shrimp, Crabs, and worms :3c I loveee weird creatures, they all need more love tbh

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what is aoyuer? is that an acronym for something?

okay so i meant to make a big doc explaining what aoyuer is like months ago but then i started working on different projects and put it on the back burner.. and then i got ill and now i don't have much time to work on stuff at all. but not having the doc sucks and means anything i ever say about it is very confusing. so i'm so sorry anon for using your ask as an excuse to just dump as much aoyuer lore as i can without reasonably spoiling it but also thanks for reminding me that i have a lot of followers here who have never heard of it. a sobering thought

tldr; aoyuer (as of yet untitled empires rewrite) (sorry bree) is my au rewrite of empires smp that aims to connect seasons 1 and 2 as well as after life, new life, and a bunch more inbetween, with a major focus on pixlriffs' story. it also ties up a lot of loose ends and is generally darker and more adult-aimed than the original series. technically that's all you need to know but here's the no spoilers plot rundown for those interested

so aoyuer is built up of ~7 arcs but only 4 of them are like Super important

arc 0: this is just afterlife smp and a ton of early worldbuilding, the crash of the great stags, etc; what's most important from this is that oli exists and has for thousands of years, probably

arc 1: empires season 1! set in the 1500s, the world is going through a sort of renaissance period with massive technological advancements. pixlriffs the copper king (cprk) is working a boring little library job and spending most of his time kicking himself and being mad he hasn't done anything with his life (he is only like 30 but the idea of feeling old and unaccomplished even when you're young is a major theme for arc 1). enter fwhip! who is his annoying ex-roommate ex-bestie ex-boyfriend from university that left him on pretty bad terms. he has a way more accomplished job and as part of that he has been allowed to head The Empires Project which is a major journey intended to further some distant colonies while also investigating the land they're on. the land has some weiiird properties which fwhip thinks could be harnessed to create functional immortality (which was the subject of pix's thesis). he wants pix to come with him and investigate. pix feels weird about it but agrees to come along and be the "emperor" for the desert colony while he does his research... and then things get fucked up and scary! its a high fantasy that switches between a metaphorical dissection of their horrid will they won't they relationship and both of their issues aaand a more Literal dissection of the land and things living in it. including people and animals. at times. and also involves pix accidentally awakening a curse for a billion million years which sets the rest of aoyuer in motion.

arc 1.5 is sort of Not important but iwlike it a lot. there's not much to be said for it without major spoilers but it's set a little bit after arc 1 and comprises of fwhip being very upset about how his stupid project fell apart and trying to write up an Official Report on why everything fell apart while also coming to terms with him being the worst guy to ever have lived or something. much of aoyuer is like thinly veiled metaphors for mental illness but this one is just about mental illness

arc 2 sends us years forward into season 2 in the 1800s and our protagonist is professor pixelle riffs, lorekeeper (lrkp) who leaves his job as an archaeology lecturer to go and study the ancient capital and The Machiiine. because the machine set up WAY too much cool stuff to just ignore. sculk infection/possession is a big part of this arc. however while he's doing all this he meets oli! remember him? who has crash landed in S2 (basically the same way he did in canon) and is now regularly butting heads with pix. they eventually become friends and then umm something more :3 a lot of this remains the same as canon except the sculk arc gets a proper conclusion and ties into the ghost stuff. it ends with oli's finale where he still fakes his death (the goblin stuff is going to be changed but it's up in the air right now) and pix is devastated but pretty certain there's something not quite right so he picks greggory up and goes off in search of his lame ass boyfriend.

arc 2.5 actually takes place mid arc 2 because it's the hermpires crossover, which is less different dimensions and more different times (hermitcraft is our present and the rift facilitates time travel). when pixelle the archaeologist steps through the rift it causes serious time fuckery and so he sort of gets. forcefully ejected from his body and becomes a ghost possessing pixl riffs of the hermitcraft recap (rcp) who stumbles out of the rift very tired and very confused! there's a lot of fun mistaken identity stuff between him and oli and this is generally the most like. comedic and casual of the arcs though it still has some sweet moments.

arc 3 is just new life smp. where pixelle finally ends up in nl, finds that his lame ass boyfriend is still alive, and has relationship drama with him Except on top of that the land that new life is set on has similar properties to the land from arc 1 (functional immortality except it has some different effects, aka. going through drastic physical changes every time you "die") and so pixelle starts investigating that and maybe finds out that his whole life and his ancestors and descendants lives might be caught up in a time loop because of the copper king. forever and ever. this hasn't got much for it because i was going to work from new life canon as a base but then both pix and oli stopped playing on it LMFOHALDH but anyway.

aaand arc 4! final arc! which is set in the present right after pixl (the recap one) returns home from the hermitpires crossover. except the weird ghost voice of his ancestor in his head.. isn't going away? or rather its been replaced by a different one who is sending him on The Heros Journey. along with zloy and lyarrah and modern fwhip. this is basically the long awaited Conclusion to the curse that the copper king put in place and a lot of bullshit happens that icant really explain but it ties up all the loose ends and is generally just pix consistently having the worst time. hes the only pix who goes through hell without bringing it upon himself like he was just born.

and um. that's aoyuer! obviously there's more for all the arcs and i am happy to answer Basically any questions even though i get a little nervous sharing stuff about it because im shy. But iwhope thag explains at least a bit for everyone. My dream is to write this all into various fanfics but that looks kinda unlikely rn but it means a lot to me and you can kinda safely assume if I'm ever talking about or drawing empires there's a 99% chance it's actually aoyuer because I forget canon exists .AOYUER WORLDWIDE

#anon #asks #aoyuer

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