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Kiss me more

As announced in an earlier post, I'm unleashing the smut chapter of my fic as a semi-stand alone. It's nicer in the bigger context of the fic of course, since the relationship is a build up, but if you're just here for the smut, well I hope you'll like it.

@kikisgate @fruitypies tagging you two since you asked for the full chapter, have fun with almost 6k of filth. @kiss-inferna you wanted to be tagged on Nuria-related content so here you go lol

Quick meta context: This exchange regarding Raphael's sexuality and how some people view it.

Quick story context: [SPOILER ALERT] in the previous chapter, Nuria infiltrates a private event and get her hands on her target. Raphael happens to be there for business, he knows what she's doing and finds it hot. They leave together, the following text is a turning point for what started as a professional relationship.

BGM over here. Full OC Playlist here.

THIS IS +18 EXTRA SPICY CONTENT, IF YOU READ THAT AS A MINOR DON'T ACT SHOCKED, I'M NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR CLICK, YOU WERE WARNED.

CW: orgasm denial, bondage, blood, alcohol, size difference...

The cambion already knew what her home looked like, but being directly inside was another matter. As he stepped in, the characteristic sillage of carnal roses and incense could be felt. It wasn’t the biggest place – by his standards, it was in fact quite small, however the apartment had a crucial detail tied to a cultural aspect inherent to the Calimshite: wealth itself wouldn’t be enough to display one’s social status, the way wealth would be used for comfort was the real deal, and Nuria’s apartment clearly showed her own status, despite being a woman. The striking element was the sheer amount of convenient magic items. A snap of her fingers and the whole place, bathed in pale moonlight, lit up with the warmth of multiple candles, which shone brighter than normal – of course they would, it seemed Nuria preferred quiet places and had secured a comfortable home in Quill Ward, the district of scribes. This ward had enjoyed special, secret magical wards for centuries – clever wards, really -, that prevented fires and illnesses from spreading, made candles shine brighter, and kept paper and parchment in pristine condition. However, they weren’t the only wards affecting Nuria’s home. Raphael could feel a faint but unmistakable trace – a security ward, maybe? She was careful and meticulous, after all, so it would be very much in character for her to protect her abode against unwanted intrusions with discreet wards.

A soft breeze passed through a slightly open window, and the fresh scent of jasmine filled the main room, adding its dewy scent to the already present feminine perfume. The entire place clearly wasn’t just luxurious by the presence of magical items; it was also tastefully arranged in the local fashion. Walls and tiled floors displayed stylised floral patterns, wooden furnitures had elegant carvings, richly ornate carpets partially covered the floors – which seemed to be Nuria’s preferred place, as low seats and thick cushions were organised to form a pleasant living area. Two short hallways led to other places, and Nuria kicked her shoes off by the entrance before going to the one on the left, dropping her mantle on one of the seats as she passed by.

-Shoes off inside, please.

Amused by the request said in a rather matter-of-fact tone, as if Nuria knew he’d followed through, Raphael did as requested and left his boots at the entrance in a snap of fingers before proceeding further. As she turned to check behind her, she held her hands up, coaxing him towards her with a cheeky smile as she guided him towards what quickly revealed itself to be the bedroom, which proved just as elegant as the rest of the apartment, with a delicate sahnisin – the classic latticework of Calimshan - at the large window. Under his feet, the wide carpet was soft and pleasantly thick. Nuria’s hands felt small and delicate, her fingers feeling even cooler against the heat of his own palms. This promised an interesting night.

-How straightforward of you to directly take me here.

-You didn’t have your fill of banter for the night? How greedy.

-A perfectly fine virtue, my dear. But allow me to indulge in it more.

Without any warning, Raphael snapped his fingers again, leaving Nuria in a state of delightful undress. She gasped, then took a scandalised look.

-I’ll have you know the striptease is part of the fun! At least you left the essentials – jewels and perfume...

As she shared her thoughts on Raphael’s decision, the genasi smiled brazenly and gently guided him towards the bed, having him sit in front of her. As soon as he took place on the bed, the cambion pulled her closer and started running his hands over her body, taking pleasure in finally being able to touch the slender waist and follow the pleasant curve of her hips and rear. Her dress, carefully draped to cover yet show everything, had been teasing him all evening and he had been more and more itching to get it off her back. She giggled under his touch and it made him want to press his face against her breasts, round and pert and oh-so-inviting for a mouth to run across them and leave a flushed mess. Nuria had other plans however, as she ran fingers down his cheek before reaching the chin and gently make him look at her – he could have been offended by the gesture had it been more commanding, but one of her more impressive skills was definitely to obtain results with a velvet glove, and even a devil like him could appreciate that.

-Oh you’re eager, aren’t you...

And there she was with that exceptional charm of her, leaning towards him, their noses brushing as their eyes met, honeyed brown facing grey-and-violet – her eyes truly were like a moody sky. His fingers teasingly played with the delicate golden chain decorating her waist in a sultry display. She really had been expecting something happen, hadn’t she?

-Would you be patient enough to let me handle your clothes?

It was more like a tease than a question proper, really. She was already playing with the buttons at his neck, undoing them slowly, one by one, while he felt her lips brush against his. Nothing had really happened, yet there was already a feeling of sin in the air and Raphael basked in the seductive inflection of her voice, the cool feeling of her skin against his palm, the temptation of her lips still glistening slightly from the murderous tint she’d worn during the evening. Until she’d aimed for her target, that is. The caress of her plump lips caused a pleasant shiver to run down his spine and the next thing he knew, he’d crashed his own against hers. He too wanted some of that assassin mouth and he was quick to run his tongue against her lower lip, as much to request entrance as to gather the remaining poison – it wouldn’t harm him anyway. Much to his delight, Nuria was prompt to react, deepening the kiss with a moan as he guided one of her legs on the bed, right against him, before allowing her to push him on the bed. When they broke the kiss, she left a smaller one at the corner of his lips and it was enough to feel warmth shooting to his loins as she straddled him, teasingly pressing against his hips.

-I’ll take that as a yes, then.

-How very generous of you to do that for me.

-What can I say, I enjoy being of service.

Now his doublet was unbuttoned and open, and he could feel her touch through the cotton of his shirt as she ran her fingers against the planes of his torso, taking the time to feel everything through the fabric while she kept an attentive eye on him. Clearly, the plan was to slowly uncover what would make him react and he couldn’t deny that she had a pleasant approach about it, teasing him with the movements of her hips against his, and yet having him wait. Again, she managed to walk that very fine line between pleasing and offending him, a wonderful display of subtlety that convinced him to lean into her care and enjoy the attention while she was at work on top of him.

With the same deliberate gestures, Nuria slowly unbuttoned his shirt, working her way down while running her hands over him, always at the limit between the fabric and his skin, maddeningly teasing. Raphael only sat back up to fully remove the doublet and the shirt, abandoning them on the floor and stealing sloppy kisses down her neck in the process, a hand reaching up to play with a breast before he felt her push him back down again, playfulness all over her face.

-Tu-tut. We’re not done yet.

As she spoke, she furthered her point by rolling her hips against him, feeling the forming bulge against her core.

-Quite bossy, aren’t we?

-And you’re enjoying every second of it so far.

-I’ve been having a fine night, I’m in an indulgent mood. But keep going, who am I to interrupt your fun?

She swatted at him, chuckling at his retort. It wasn’t her first time with someone like him, they’d act all high and mighty and in control most of the time, but would be inclined to give up on some of that control in private. All it took was the right words, the right gestures. They were her favourite, it was fun to have them turn to putty under her touch, lost in the pleasure she provided, and it was even funnier to keep it all secret and use that to keep them on their toes. Seeing the effect she had on this devil when she had barely started was exciting.

Switching to the next step, she reached back to his lips for a kiss followed by a trail down his throat and towards his chest. One of her hands would go first, the other being used for support, and then her lips would follow to warm up the cool trail of her fingers. Her mouth and fingers lingered on his nipples, eliciting a low moan from Raphael. Ever since they’d met, Nuria had found his voice treacherously pleasant, but that was music to her ears. Smiling in the trail of kisses she left on her way to his crotch, she took the time to appreciate the lean muscles beneath her hands and the way his copper skin contrasted with the golden of her fairer olive – he had the lined face and greying hair of a middle-aged man, yet he remained quite the sight, although considering what he was, she felt appreciative but not surprised. Being attractive was, after all, part of the deal for devils like him to better charm their clients.

The genasi slipped smoothly between his legs, her hands now running on his still clothed thighs before aiming for the bulge in-between, teasing with her knuckles and mouth as she started undoing his trousers to uncover the rest of him. Suddenly, she felt Raphael’s hips roll under her, then long fingers ran through her hair, tousling it as he held her so her mouth wouldn’t leave the bulge in his underwear. Impatient.

Raphael felt dark eyes on him, as she was giving him quite the look under her long lashes. Supporting himself on an elbow, he chuckled darkly as he ran his hand from her hair to her cheek, before settling his thumb on her lips as he forced her chin up.

-That sweet tongue of yours certainly knows how to keep someone waiting, dear.

A voice like velvet and a carefully crafted tone – alluring and threatening in equal parts -, as he pushed his thumb in her mouth. No resistance, she took the finger without hesitation and licked and sucked, looking at him directly with half-lidded eyes the whole time. When he released her from his grasp, she chuckled in turn and straightened back up, her hands back to caressing his inner thighs. She took a long look, before offering his a bright smile that illuminated her features in a deviously innocent way.

-I merely aim to serve... A little deal, maybe? Something nice, easy and simple. Let me finish there, then I’ll let you take the reins.

-You’ll let me? How generous of you.

-My house, my rules. You won’t regret it.

It was Raphael’s turn to chuckle again. The nerves of that woman, simply amazing. Yet she knew how to speak to him, and he was in too good of a mood to reject the offer. Besides, she clearly had an idea in the back of her head, and her proposal had made him curious.

-A fair argument, but you’ll have to hold your end of that bargain.

-Oh, don’t worry about that. Now, back down please, let me tend to you.

He felt a hand gently push on his torso, encouraging him to lean back before slipping over his body to settle at his hips. Both hands held his trousers and underwear and he followed through the soft pull by lifting his hips, allowing her to remove what was left of his clothes and make it join the rest somewhere on the floor. Then her weight disappeared from the bed as she reached for the closed compartment of her bedside table. He didn’t immediately see what she had retrieved from it, as she had taken it in a manner that purposefully concealed the object. He was quick to find out, however, when she sat next to him and cupped his cheek in her dainty hand while making a rather filthy request with the sweetest voice and an equally angelic smile.

-Would you kindly put your hands up, please?

Replying with a knowing smile and intense look of his own, Raphael couldn’t help yet another quip as he complied – they did have a little agreement, after all.

-Bold choice for a first time, I must say.

-Only because I trust you can take it in stride.

-But it’s not the only reason.

-Indeed it isn’t...

As they talked, Nuria slipped the bindings around the bedpost and bound his hands, finishing her reply with a firm tug to tighten them just enough. She was used to that exercise. Heat ran along Raphael’s spine at the thought, racing all the way to his hardened cock.

-You’ll get full use of your hands later, among other things. Just focus on yourself for now.

She slipped back between his legs, and he noticed too late that she had taken something else from the side table. However, he found himself momentarily distracted when she pushed with her thigh to hook his left leg over hers, giving herself better access and making him need her touch. When her hands were on him again, he almost let out a sigh of relief – a tight feel at the base of his cock stopped him in his track. A ring, its pressure points pressed all the right spots. She really was prepared.

-Now we’re talking...

Her angelic smile turned amorous and she bit her lips while openly checking him out, cheeks flushed and clearly enjoying the view, before diving right in to finally take care of the teased then neglected member. She was starting the second delicate operation of the night and needed him fully focused on his own pleasure to handle it. Finally, she gave in and started running her fingers on his length, delighting in the feeling of the veins and the soft curve upward as she took him in one hand, the other on his inner thigh to caress him with her thumb.

Raphael threw his head back and let out an unrestrained moan when he felt her lips on him, the feeling of the sloppy kisses trailing all the way to his tip, followed by one hand going from the root to that delightfully sensitive part right where the skin was pulled and a palm over his tip for more teasing. Her years of learning at the Festhall of Eternal Delight had born wonderful fruits, which he was now fully savouring as she started licking and sucking his balls while working a skilful hand on his arousal. The restrictions of the ring made every single touch feel more intense, even causing his hips to jerk from the surge of pleasure when she took him in her mouth, working him one way with cool fingers steady at the base and another way with the soft and warm touches of her tongue further up his length.

Heat pooled in his loins and his breath picked up the pace as he was more than ready to coat her mouth – then he felt a pressure and the heat receded. He gave Nuria a frustrated look, but was met with a wicked grin in reaction.

-Not now.

Her voice was sweet and sing-song, bearing more innocence than her smile did. Without breaking the eye contact, she slowly got back to work, this time avoiding his now sensitive head to focus on the shaft as well as the softer skin of his inner thighs, which were peppered with gentle kisses. Her boldness would have been irritating if it had not been so erotic to feel and watch. He had spent too much time using Haarlep, in a way her actions felt charmingly refreshing to him. Besides, she had given him carte blanche once she was done with her little fun.

His train of thought was interrupted when she straddled him again, teasingly rubbing herself against him; she was sopping wet. So that was what got her off. This realisation elicited a chuckle from him that quickly turned into a purring moan when he felt her slide down on his length with a practiced roll of her hips. The heat came back in waves more intense than before, an exhilarating feeling taking over as he stirred under her, while her hips kept rolling in a slow and deliberate rhythm, grey-and-violet eyes set on him in an almost feverish gaze that he decided to hold as he silently appreciated the way she took him, how felt around him. His hips started jerking again, the sound of skin against skin echoing softly in the room as they slapped against her rear. He felt close, oh so close, heat pulsating almost painfully as his thoroughly teased manhood felt engorged and strained against the ring. He moaned when he felt the heat cresting... And then Nuria couldn’t be felt around him anymore, and the crest broke again.

-I knew you’d do well.

At this point, her eyes had this dark glint of excitement he’d already seen before, when she was after a target. Back between his now spread legs, she delicately removed the ring, then moved up to untie him. When she leaned forward, Raphael used the opportunity to get his mouth over her breasts – immediately eliciting a gasp in response -, tasting her skin and basking in its sensuous scent while she gently massaged his wrists.

She had dared deny him his pleasure, delightful vixen that she was. He could have been annoyed by that display of audacity, yet he found himself even more aroused and willing to give chase. His half-lidded eyes stayed on Nuria, now sitting on her side in a lascivious manner, sculptural in the warm, low lighting of her bedroom. Finally released from the cockring and unbound from the bedpost – he could have broken the ties she had used if he wanted to, really, but preferred indulging her request for his own pleasure -, Raphael seized the opportunity to pounce on her, once he had his fill of leering. He may have indulged her, but he still couldn’t decently let her get away with it, otherwise she’d start overreaching.

-Oh my dear, that was quite naughty of you.

Welcoming his approach, Nuria straightened herself and closed the gap between them, allowing him to wrap his arms around her slender waist and press her against him, hungry for her pretty mouth.

She felt his arms tighten around her waist as he had her turn her back to him before drawing her close again, heat suddenly intensifying against her ever-cool skin. Then, his chest felt different against her back. Opening the eyes she had closed to bask in his warmth, she couldn’t help a chuckle when she saw his copper skin had turned scarlet, and felt the air around them being moved by his wing, black claws pressing her sides. His diabolical form. That explained the new feeling, his skin hot to the touch and textured like scales, his increased height as well.

-It may have been naughty, but judging by your reaction, it has been appreciated.

As she spoke in this smooth, breathy tone that felt like a warm whisper borne by the wind, she rolled her hips against him, feeling a hardness against her rear that elicited a clear hiss from the devil. Nuria attempted to turn around and get a full look at his new appearance but found herself denied and locked in his hold. His hot breath tickled her ear and neck as he leaned in and replied, velvet voice alluring enough to warrant more wetness between her legs.

-It’s only fair that I answer back in kind, then, sweet Nuria. A deal’s a deal.

Raphael firmed his hold on her, enveloping her and basking in the delightful hot-and-cold sensation of her perfumed skin and hair, the increased cool feeling of her skin contrasting against his own, sending pleasant chills to his loins. He answered to her rolling hips with a movement of his own, sliding a hand down between her legs and enjoying the soft feeling of her skin in the process. Two clawed fingers reached her wet core, caressing her nub with the soft pads while he purred an appreciative moan, before firmly spreading her legs apart.

-Besides, if you deny me my wants, I will take them myself.

In any other circumstances, it could have been an open, sinister warning. Here, it was closer to a game of pretend – Raphael knew she’d provide, he had been well aware of her habits even before deciding to share her bed. But he had an image to maintain, and besides, with the introduction she had just given him, speaking such imperious words to Nuria in that manner was likely to arouse her. The chase was too delightful for them both to refuse indulging in it, shamelessly.

He felt the genasi lean against him, her delicate hand, ornate with tinted patterns and golden rings sliding along his arm and wrist to join the hand between her legs, gilded nails digging his skin in provocation. She rose her head towards him, an impertinent smile on her face.

-What are you waiting for, then?

Even when he was reclaiming control over her, she had a way of slipping away somehow, in a manner that was more exciting than infuriating – just one very tempting step forward and calling him to her still. He shut her up with a harsh kiss, lip-biting and tongues fighting, his free hand sliding up her waist to cup her breast, its round flesh filling his palm perfectly. Without any form of warning, he lined himself and entered her in a single, firm thrust that made her moan loudly in the mouthy kiss.

Nuria had suspected it when she had first rolled her hips against him, but once he thrust into her, it was confirmed: ridges pushed in her, stretching her more than the penetration while he had been in his human form. She barely had time to adjust however, her stifled moan seemingly being used by Raphael to signal that he could start chasing his pleasure. And chasing he certainly did, leaving her lips for her neck, breathing her avidly and biting the supple skin. Nuria let herself go against him, eyes closed, taking in the multiple sensations as they came, heat coursing through her body in waves that pooled between her legs. The hand on her breast kept teasing her now taut and sensitive nipple, while the hand between her legs snaked back up, long fingers playing with the ornate golden chain around her waist and black claws rubbing against her skin, her own smaller hand still holding it, caressing its bulging veins. Her other hand reached back tentatively. If he wouldn’t let her face him, then she’d explore him in another way. Her deft fingers sled against the burning hot skin, feeling the scale-like texture, the ridges at his waist and hip.

Her cool touch pushed yet another button in him, and while remaining on his knees behind her, Raphael angled his hips a bit – a decision he was immediately most pleased with, considering the loud moan Nuria let out as she seemingly gave him full control, basking in the new sensation while her hips matched his thrusts with an almost liquid rhythm that he had previously witnessed, much earlier in the evening, while she was dancing. It was enough for him to feel absolute pleasure shooting straight to his loins, and he went all out, showing her what he was all about.

He lost himself in the tight-hot-slick sensation, his wings unfolding as waves of pleasure kept coming, his hands clawing at her chest and belly when he felt her tighten against him, her entire body trembling in ecstasy as he rubbed against that oh-so-sweet spot with each thrust. His hiss mixed with her moans, before transforming into a moan of his own when his burning seed started filling her. They rode their orgasm fully, and Raphael took pleasure in pushing it further, taking in the overstimulation in her now overly wet cunt. When he released his grip, he felt their mixed fluids drip along his balls, and the idea of having put his favourite in such a state of undress filled him with additional pleasure.

Finally, he let her drop on the mattress and face him, see him in full diabolic glory as he towered over her, his eyes burning like Hellfire. She flopped on her back and winced slightly, noticing the long nicks on her chest before raising her dark eyes to him – he recognised the peculiar shine in them, excitation. It made him want more, it made him want to fully indulge her.

-An enlightening demonstration, I must say.

Chuckling at her quip, he leaned in with a smug smile.

-Red suits you so well, my dear. You should consider wearing it more often.

-Wouldn’t you like to make me?

-Hm... Is that a request I am hearing?

Every word he said was carefully purred as he slowly closed in on her, a predator with his precious meal. As she was considering pulling him in for another kiss, Raphael straightened himself again and tilted his head.

-All of that made me thirsty, however... Would you care for some wine?

Before Nuria could even give an answer – was she even supposed to answer that -, a bottle of sweet trika appeared with a flaming snap of his fingers. Just a bottle. She’d have wine alright, just not the way it was usually drunk.

With a smooth gesture, Raphael opened the bottle and pulled her closer to him.

-Yes... Stay just like that, while I have my fill.

Propped on her elbows, Nuria felt the wine trickle between her breast, the cool feeling replaced by a burning sensation that made her wince as it reached cuts pearled with red, this feeling immediately replaced by the wet warmth of Raphael’s tongue, who leaned in to lap. He let out a shaky moan as he reached a gash and savoured the mix of wine and blood there. He kept getting lower, licking and even drinking from her belly button, before reaching what had pooled at the crossing between her mons and her thighs. While he kept having his fill there, Nuria could feel the rough texture of his horns pressing into her. Changing her balance a bit, she reached out to run a hand in his curls and tightened her grip when she suddenly felt clawed fingers push her legs apart, tongue on her cunt. She saw Raphael’s tail swish and thought of an excited cat, then a renewed wave of pleasure made her throw her head back and close her eyes, taking in the overstimulation with a shaky sigh as he was licking and sucking.

Raphael stopped right before she went over the edge, however, and pulled back with a smug smile – this had been the answer to her opening ministration as well. His newfound energy hadn’t gone unnoticed, as he felt a small foot provocatively rub against his thigh, teasing his hardened manhood without even touching it, while Nuria made a show of her wet cunt with eyes full of laughter and mischief. She was, without a doubt, quite the piece of devious work, this one. He wanted to keep her close. He wanted to indulge her all the more, and have her commune in depraved ecstasy with him.

The devil guided her as he sat and leaned against the headboard, letting her take a seat on his laps. Nuria set against him, an arm snaking around his shoulder to settle at his neck, her hand yet again running through the curls at the nape, while the other hand explored his torso, feeling the muscles and bulging veins, teasing a nipple as she pressed herself against his ridged hardness. Raphael used the opportunity to guide her hips and entering her again. This time, the passion was languid, both of them wanting to savour what was seemingly the end of their shared meal. As her soft breasts were pressing on his chest, as her mouth was peppering a string of delightful kisses from his lips to his neck, he grabbed her rear and tightened his grip, digging his claws in the pleasant flesh while he was fully taking in her wetness and losing himself in her ride. Soon enough, they moved in unison, drowning in the way they felt against each other, how his enticing cherry sweetened her storm-damp rose, how her voluptuous incense perfumed the pepper of his smoke, how everything was being tied together by the intoxicating scent of hot sex. They rode their orgasm one last time in unrestrained, shared moans.

As they basked in the afterglow, silent fell save for their own breath and the sound of crickets outside. After a while, Nuria seized the initiative and straightened back on his lap. With her hands still roaming on his chest, she gave him a long look.

-So… Do you have other places to be, or do you want to stay until morning?

-Hm… I shall extend my stay for the night – or rather, the end of it.

The reply seemed to please her.

-Alright then, how about a cleanup first? There’s also food in the icebox and I have some tobacco blends if you enjoy smoking from a hookah.

-My, you really mean it when you say you enjoy being of service!

-Let it never be said that I am an unpleasant host. Wait here, I’ll take care of you.

When Raphael slipped out of her, the feeling of his softening manhood against her core elicited a soft hiss from her – she remained sensitive. The genasi got up first and crossed the bedroom to go to what she revealed to be the bathroom. Raphael got back to his human form and waited a few minutes before getting up, enjoying the calm and paying attention to the sound of running water. Then, he went ahead and joined Nuria in the bathroom as she was detangling her tousled hair and putting it up again to get ready for a bath she was running, moisture slowly clinging in the air. She had also used the opportunity to remove the remaining makeup on her face. He’d been used to seeing her at least with khôl, so seeing her like that offered a new level of intimacy. She had her back to him, and used his reflection in the tall mirror to address him.

-Oh, I was about to get back to you. Let me clean you up first, then how about we relax a bit?

-Only if you get in the bathtub with me, dear.

-That can be considered.

-You tease.

Nuria picked a washcloth from the washing basin, as well as a bar of scented soap, and proceeded to take care of him – cleaning the beads of sweat on his face, the sticky mix of sweat, trika and blood on his torso and then further down to his member, the pleasant feeling of the warm, damp cloth making him fully relax under her touch.

-And after you.

She directed him towards the bath while she was putting a stop to the magical amphora that had been filling it. A perfume indicated the addition of oils in it – lavender and orange blossom, and a hookah was next to it, ready to be lit and used – a fine habit, that was for certain. Raphael sunk in the hot water with a delighted sigh, before signalling Nuria to join him in the large tub. As she was entering however, he had her stay up, in front of him, while he ran his fingers over her, where his claws had cut. Light shone from the tip of his fingers, as it usually did when he used magic, and for a second a searing sensation made her wince silently. As he finished healing her, he left a kiss on her hips, his lips lingering just enough before he let her take place between his legs, leaning against him while his fingers ran over the biting marks on her neck and shoulder, repeating the process – which he ended this time with a kiss right below the ear.

-What a gracious guest you are.

-Merely matching the energy of the gracious host.

-Cute.

-Always, when I want to show my appreciation.

Nuria reached to the hookah to distract herself from the various feelings his words elicited, and lit the charcoal up with a snap of her fingers, lightning sparks flying momentarily, and pulled on the first drafts of smoke before lending the tip to the devil at her back. They kept going a little while longer, the scent of lavender and orange blossom mixing with the round and earthy scent of tobacco, then patted themselves dry and headed back to the bed, this time for proper rest.

Raphael settled against her, his head on her chest and an arm around her waist. Taken aback for a second, Nuria decided to allow it and took him in a sweet embrace, fingers running as gently as ever in his hair.

When morning came, Raphael couldn’t tell when he had fallen asleep. What was certain was that despite the rather short and lively night, he felt well-rested. Nuria was still fast asleep next to him, her face displaying a truly innocent look for once. His eyes kept sliding back to her while he was putting his clothes back on – the morning sun was shining through the sahnisin, its shadow drawing an elegant pattern that invited him to follow the curves of her back, hips and rear. The scene inspired him and he decided to leave a little note for her before leaving. Back in the living area, he found an unused piece of paper as well as a glass pen and ink pot. With a lingering thought for the events of the previous night and the view he had just enjoyed, he penned a few lines before leaving with a sulphurous snap of fingers.

A couple hours later, when Nuria woke up, she found herself alone and quite sore. As she covered herself with a silk robe and went to the kitchen area, she noticed the papers had been moved on the table of the living area. She first approached it with suspicion, then noticed a note in an elegant handwriting that was distinguishably not hers. So he had left a note instead of leaving like a thief. A few seconds later, she was caught in an unrestrained laughter, the note in hand.

-Sharess takes me, what a pervert.

“O apple of my eye,

More seeds for your cry

That I’d happily supply.

-R”

Their next meeting promised to be most interesting.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 raphael #bg3 OC #bg3 OC nuria #nuria yr ashemmi el kacem #hellfire storm #smut #bg3 smut #Now I'll be able to fully focus on non-smutty content lmao #the opening chapter of the fic is a bit of a doozy to write but it's fun

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Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter eleven: Smother (11/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Y/n learns about Douxie’s new feelings for her. Strickler needs protection

Word count: 2582

Warnings: lil bit of angst?

(Season 1 Episode 20, 21,23,24)

Song?: Smother by Daughter

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“Jim is in more danger than we thought” Y/n grabbed one of Blinky’s books and showed him the page she was reading “Angor Rot made a bargain. He obtained his magic but cursed his soul into a single ring, the Inferna Copula” she pointed to the picture of the ring.

“Mm, picture. Helpful” said Aaarrrgghh.

“Who wears the ring, controls him” Y/n continued. When her magic came back, a lot of knowledge came back too.

“It says here that Angor’s been stealing the souls of Trollhunters in a blasphemous attempt to fill the void ever since” Blinky grabbed the book from Y/n’s hands. After a moment he turned to his friend “You don’t have to hide it from me. I might only have two eyes, but I can see clear as day. It’s obvious”

After their quest to Gatto’s cave, Blinky had returned differently. The once blue troll was now…a human.

Y/n straight herself up. She had sensed a shift in Aaarrrgghh behavior but said nothing in fear of overstepping.

“Ever since my human deformity you have been…distant” Blinky complained.

Y/n frowned. She wasn’t expecting that.

“Uh…yes. Distant” the bigger troll nodded.

“I may look different but I’m the same Blinky. How about to cheer you up, maybe later today, I could rent a mini-van we could go for a drive? Something with tinted windows, of course” Blinky offered with excitement. He was desperate to fix the problem that had separated from his friend “I hear we are not too far away from the world’s largest thermometer! I bet you could eat it!”

“Mm, not today” Aaarrrgghh shook his head and left the library.

“Perhaps another time, my dear friend” Blinky said as he watched his friend leave.

“I’m sorry, Blinky” Y/n tapped his shoulder in an attempt to calm his sadness.

Blinky sighed, still looking at the door.

—

Y/n walked down the stairs of her house in a hurry. She overslept and was late to her shift at the store.

“Hey, m-“ she stopped when she saw Blinky sitting on the couch. She furrowed her brow. Why would the troll be here?

“Oh, good, good. Good afternoon, Mr. President Eisenhower” Blinky said into the phone.

Y/n rolled her eyes “Great cover” she thought.

“I suppose I could pencil you in” he stood up and walked away to a place where Barbara couldn’t hear him.

Y/n stood still at the foot of the stairs, observing Blinky mumbling into his phone.

“Angor Rot is in the school” she heard him say.

She took a deep breath and said “Mr. Blinky, do you need a ride to the school? I could give you one” she already had her hand on the door.

“Oh, yes, yes. Thank you, very much” Blinky nodded nonstop.

They were out the door and in Y/n’s car before Barbara could say something.

She started her old car and prayed for no transit.

“Do you think I could, you know, drive?” Blinky turned to her.

Y/n turned to him. Eyes wide open. She couldn’t believe his timing.

“Not today but someday” he continued.

“No” she stepped on the accelerator.

By the time they got there the fight was over. The police was there making sure all the kids were there.

“Master Jim” Blinky ran to Jim, Toby and Claire.

“Is everyone okay?” Y/n asked “Sorry for the delay. We wanted to help but we had to make a couple bathroom breaks” she gave Blinky a dirty look.

“Oh dear!” Blinky stomach gurgled.

“How did you survive Angor Rot?” Y/n asked ignoring the troll.

“Long story” Jim sighed and turned to where Strickler was standing “Have you heard of the Inferna Copula?”

“Indeed, I have” said Blinky. He and Y/n shared a look after seeing the ring on the changeling’s hands.

—

“Okay. We wait until he’s asleep” said Jim.

“I use my shadow staff to get us in” added Claire.

“And I ever so gently remove the ring from his finger”

“Woah. Hold up there, Mr. Storyteller. Do changelings even sleep?” Toby interrupted his friend.

“Yes, but we don’t know Strickler’s schedule” Y/n explained through the phone.

The kids were reunited in Claire’s house planning how to steal the Inferna Copula from Strickler, Y/n couldn’t go because she had to make up for being late to her shift.

“Good point. New plan” said Jim “We spike his coffee with extra strength cold medicine.

“I use my shadow staff”

“And I brin my warhammer in case that doesn’t knock him out”

“And I ever so gently…”

“Wait. What if he’s not alone? His office was guarded last time” interrupted Claire.

“Okay, fine. We spike the coffee”

“Shadow staff”

“I use my warhammer to take out his goons”

“Then, I ever so gently remove the ring”

“But what if it doesn’t come off?” Toby interrupted.

“Why would it not come off?” Jim was getting nervous.

“Oh lord” Y/n said to herself.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s glued on, or he added a few pounds” Toby explained his reasoning.

“Why would it be glued on, you dingus?” Claire said.

“You said be ready for every precaution!”

“He’s waking up!” Screamed Claire.

“Oh, how is he waking up? This isn’t even really happening!” Complained Jim.

“Cut off his hand!” Claire screamed again

“What?”

Y/n giggled. She could see the desperation in his brother’s eyes.

“Use your sword. Hurry do it!” Claire insisted.

“No, I’m not gonna cut—“

“Do it! Do it! Before it’s too late”

“Wait!” Y/n stood up.

The man that was still hanging out in the store looked at her.

“Sorry” she whispered. She sat back down and turned to the side so he wouldn’t hear her.

“If you cut his hand you cut mom’s hand too”

“Oh, I forgot. Angor Rot’s binding spell” Jim sighed “We’re not ready. There’s too much risk”

The costumer came up to the register and Y/n had to put her phone down.

“We’ll figured it out, Jim” she said before hanging up.

After the last buyer left, she was finally free. Outside the sun was setting. The sky was a beautiful pink shade. Around this time, the people of Arcadia are already home or on their way, leaving the streets almost empty.

She put the store keys on her bag and stretched her arms, her elbow cracked after holding the phone for so long.

Y/n crossed the street. It’s been three days since she started avoided walking by the library were Douxie worked. She has spent a lot of time with Douxie lately and she was afraid that she was smothering him. Of course, all she wanted was to keep the routine they had the last couple of weeks: go to the library, scratch Archie’s head and hang out with Douxie until his shift at Benoit started and then go home but she was scared it was too much. What if she was too much? Maybe she should give him some space and focus on her training for a while.

Y/n lifted her eyes from the floor to see if the stoplight had changed and saw them. Douxie and the pink haired girl that worked at HexTech, Zoe, they were just a couple steps away from her. Y/n started to get close go them to say hi when he heard him:

“I don’t know how to tell her! I mean, I don’t want to be rude”

“It’s not rude to set a boundary” Zoe replied. She seemed annoyed “If she’s annoying tell her to stop”

“But she has been so nice. I don’t know, Zoe” he scratched his head.

Y/n felt the blood rush to her ears. It couldn’t be.

“Listen, I already told you this last week. Talk to her”

The stoplight shifted and everyone keep walking but Y/n just stood there, watching them leave.

Y/n’s soul had fallen to her knees. She felt her blood stopping in place, her eyes filling up with tears. She felt light-headed. Her heart was broken. She had smothered him and he was too kind to tell her.

A thunder erupted making them stop. The cold rain started to fall. Everyone rushed to get protection except Y/n that stood there, watching the spot where Douxie had told Zoe he didn’t want her

“Are you okay, kid?” An old man holding an umbrella stopped next to her.

“Yes” she sighed. Her eyes wouldn’t leave the now empty spot.

“Let me help you cross the road” the man offered.

She nodded.

The man grabbed her arm and guide her across the street, stopping under the roof of some store so she wouldn’t get more wet.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call anyone?” He put his hand on her shoulder

Y/n lifted her eyes from the floor and looked into the man’s pale blue eyes. He was much taller than her.

“No, but thank you for your kindness” she smiled.

The man smiled back.

“You remind me of my kid. Head always in the clouds” he laughed and left her under the roof.

Y/n got home and went directly to the bathroom. She dropped the wet clothes on the floor and sat in the shower. The hot water melted the sadness off her skin. Her mind was numb. No thought went through her head, just the water hitting her back. She waited for the tears to fall but they never did. Eventually, she gave up and stood up.

When Y/n got out of the shower she stepped on something hard. She lifted her foot and saw her pebble, the pebble that she thought was on her bag.

“Maybe Al dropped it here” she thought, taking the pebble to her chest.

Y/n dragged her feet to her bedroom. Her body didn’t have energy, every single bit of it left through the drain.

Eventually, she dressed up and threw herself into the bed. In the darkness, she felt something or someone stepping on her mattress but she couldn’t care. The void had swallowed her.

“What happened?” Al stood next to her head.

Y/n sighed in response.

“Doesn’t matter” he said as he curled himself next to her neck “Tomorrow is another day” he licked the single tear that had fallen from her cheek.

—

Y/n opened her eyes, she wasn’t in her room anymore, she was in the woods, the woods that she’s been dreaming all her life.

“Welcome back to the land of the living”

Y/n stretched her arm trying to feel her comforter but she wasn’t in her bed, she was laying on top of a bed of leaves. She turned to look for Al and saw him sleeping next to her feet.

“Do you feel better?” Asked the woman to her right. A shadow was blocking her face but Y/n’s recognised her anyway “A bed made of leaves is no place for a lady like you to sleep”

Y/n didn’t say anything, she could only focus on the woman’s warm hand brushing the leaves away from her hair.

“Everyone is worried about you, Y/n. You can’t keep running to the woods like this”

“That’s not true” Y/n sat up.

“Oh, Y/n of course it is”

“Hisirdoux is not. He told me himself” Y/n crossed her arms.

The woman chuckled, “He is worried the most. Your father had to stop him from running to the wood to look for you!”

Y/n imaged Hisirdoux pout when he was told he couldn’t do something and smiled.

“Look at that smiled” the women tickled Y/n side “You like him”

“I do not” Y/n blushed.

“Young love is so sweet” The women chuckled and pinched the little girl’s cheeks “There is no crime in liking the errand boy”

“Stop it” Y/n’s cheeks darken further.

“I will not until you admit it” the women try to tickle the confession out of Y/n.

“Stop” she laughed.

—

Y/n lay there in her bed for what felt months yet also felt hours. Her phone stacking with messages yet she wouldn’t answer, she couldn’t even see them in case one of them was Douxie’s.

She heard the news of the destruction of the Inferna Copula in the brief time she met with Jim by the door of the bathroom. He had stopped his rambling when he saw his sister’s lack of response but that didn’t stop him from trying to get a reaction out of her.

One morning, Jim opened the door, his armor on.

“Y/n wake up! I need your help” he shook his sister awake.

“What?” She turned to him.

“Strickler is down stairs hiding from Angor Rot”

“Is this another attempt of getting me out of bed? I told you I am sick” she turned to the wall.

“No, no. Come with me” Jim grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the kitchen.

“Slow down, Jim” the boy had gotten stronger with his training and was almost dragging his sister down the stairs “Why do you have a smelly sock?” Y/n cringed when the smell got to her.

In the kitchen, Strickler was strapped to a chair, sleeping.

“Really?” She rolled her eyes at the view.

“He said Angor Rot was trying to kill him but nothing happened”

Y/n sighed. She didn’t have the patience to deal with the changeling. She took the sock from Jim and dangled in front of his face.

“Ugh! What is that?” Strickler jumped after smelling the rotten sock.

“Wakey, wakey. We survived the night with no sign of Angor Rot. Congratulations” Jim stepped in front of the changeling and took back the sock from his sister’s hand “We thought we’d bring you some breakfast” The boy threw the sock in his face.

“I don’t eat socks” Strickler scoffed “And I don’t appreciate being tied up”

“Cry me a river” Y/n crossed her arms.

“I asked you to protect me not torture me”

“And I said I’d keep you safe, not comfortable” with his sword, Jim cut the rope that was tied to Strickler’s wrists.

“Well, the sun is up. We’ll have until sundown to get me as far away as possible” Strickler rubbed his wrist as he looked through the window.

“Fine. Let me call the team” Jim grabbed the walkie-talkie from the counter.

Y/n jumped onto the counter next to her brother.

“Trollhunter to Warhammer, you copy?”

“Oh, goodie. The puberty Patrol is on the case. I feel so safe” Strickler mocked.

Y/n rolled her eyes and stuck her leg up when Strickler started to get to close to Jim but he yanked Jim’s walkie-talkie away anyway.

“Do you think your friends will have any chance against that killer? They’ll be a liability” Jim grabbed the walkie-talkie back while Stickler talked “May I remind you, you destroyed Angor’s soul. He’ll be out for blood, be it yours or theirs”

Y/n took deep breaths, trying to control the anger that started to simmer in her stomach and not hit the changeling right in the face while Jim told his friend to look for information on the last stone.

“Smart choice. For once, you’re learning” Strickler grabbed the empty coffee pot.

“For the record, Angor Rot destroyed his own soul” Jim said giving his teacher the cereal box.

A/n: hiiii hellooo!! I didn’t forget about the update!! I just had the worst migraine in the world im sorry 💖

#tales of arcadia #douxie x reader #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #hisirdoux x reader #toa #trollhunters #my writing #til the end of eternity

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adarlingmess · 9 months

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Good lord it feels so good to see your headcanons are canon or close to it. BG3 spoiler warning!

I used Latin as a substitute for infernal in my BG3 fanfics and lo and behold Latin terms such as "advocatus diaboli" and "inferna victoria" are used by characters in the game

I guessed Raphael is the son of an archdevil, either Asmodeus due to the wand he possesses in his portrait that I thought was the Ruby Rod of Asmodeus, or Mephistopheles because of his affinity for powerful magic. It is indeed Mephistopheles.

A common theory about Shadowheart is that she's a Selunite brainwashed by Shar's devotees, and I believed that too. Her story confirms this, but not in the way I imagined. I thought she was kidnapped as an adult. Turns out, she was taken as a child

I was talking to some folks about how one of Astarion's possible endings is for him to lose his immunity against the sun and die. He does lose his immunity, but there's an option to live with him underground for him to negate the effects

Hhhhhh I am so satisfied right now

#not art #fandom stuff #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #astarion #shadowheart #raphael #raphael baldur's gate 3

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kabuki-draws · 6 months

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Who is that mysterious man, Melinoë? An old lover? A past frenemy? Give us a little clue!

Melinoë: „Mh, guess i have to bring a little light into this topic. But it is not very easy to explain, so let me tell you a little story.

Since we Celestial Dragons are born Kings and Queens of certain islands, we should visit our belonging home at least once in our lifetime. When I was a young girl in the age of 11, my father thought it was time for me too see the Alyghieri ruled island of Infernas. He himself couldn’t come with me, because he had important business left in Mary Geoise, so my mother and I - escorted by a group of Marine ships - travelled to Infernas.

On our way back, we fell into a terrible storm. I can still reconstruct the clouds as dark as the night, the heavy rainfalls, the terrible stormy winds and the rumbling thunder right in front of my eyes. We were ready to face pirates, sea monsters, everything… except a thunderstorm that hit us as hard as that one. What truly happened there is something I can’t recall, because the only thing I remember was how I realized that I was swimming alone in the middle of the ocean. A part of driftwood from our ship was my only hold, before I faded again from heat and dehydration. My mother died that day. They never found her body, which caused my father to fall into a deep sadness that he never really healed.

I would’ve died there too, drowning in the waves or something else - if there weren’t a pirate ship that picked me up.

When I woke up I looked into the eyes of a red haired boy, who smiled at me. I will never forget that moment, when he told me that I am save and that everything is going to be okey… He was in company with another boy, a clown-looking one with a round nose and blue hair that he kept under a hat. Both of them were around the same age as me, maybe older, but still kids. At first I was really scared to be on a ship with pirates, especially because of all the terrible stories I heard from my father about how cruel they were. I thought that they‘d use me as a hostage, but I was wrong. The boy with the red hair and the straw hat stayed by my side when I was still bound to the bed. He told me stories and jokes to make me laugh and when he learned about my origin, he still treated me like I was no noble… he treated me like a friend. And then he told me his name: Shanks.

It was so unusual for me, because I was used to the obedience of the common people, yet his behaviour didn’t bother me at all. I was just so thankful to be alive and to have someone to talk to, someone that had a curiously detailed knowledge of Mary Geoise and it’s people.

When I got better I finally got to meet the captain, who was - out of all - Gol D. Roger himself, the notorious pirate king. But I wasn't afraid... after all he had saved me, he let his doctor care for me so that I could live and he even promised that he‘d let me go. I will never forget what he and his crew did for me and that I was able to return to my home safely. Given that Roger himself was one of the most searched man in this world, he gave that boy Shanks the order to escort me into the hands of the Marine, where our ways parted. I cried when I had to watch him go ... he was the very first who I really saw as my friend.

Even after years, I kept an eye on everything regarding Gol D. Roger and his crew. I was there, when he was executed and I carefully collected all the news I could get about the whereabout of Shanks, who became a powerful pirate captain himself - no he even raised to the rank of a pirate emperor among names like Whitebeard, Kaido and Big Mom. Just as the scared little girl that became the High Judge of Mary Geoise he grew up too. We were always so different, walking on different paths with different goals. But when I got access to all the informations of this existing world in the halls of the Pangaea Castle, I learned that we were very similar after all. Then one day he showed up in Mary Geoise... and I already knew why he was able to walk through the doors that prevented normal humans from entering the Holy Land.

Still... every time I look into his face, I still see that boy... who cared for me, told me stories and made me laugh.

#one piece #one piece oc #melinoë answers #shanks #celestial dragons #world nobles #mary geoise

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whistlingstarlight · 3 months

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You mentioned a while back some of your OCs are based on songs? Which ones?

Ooooohhh okay, this could get a bit long! I could just list them but I think it would be more fun to provide context, and some of the context goes way back so I might get a bit rambly.

Most of the OCs on this list were designed to be literal visualisations of the songs that inspired them, whilst the rest I simply had certain songs in mind when designing them. I like to distinguish them as either "based on songs" or "inspired by songs" (that's probably a terrible explanation, but hopefully it'll make more sense with the context).

Everything under the cut:

Sammy - Sammy is based on two songs, Starman by David Bowie and Spread Your Wings by Queen. His extraterrestrial origins naturally parallel that of Ziggy in Starman, whilst the finer points of his design, and his name, come from Spread Your Wings. The focal character in the song is named Sammy, and he works at a place called the Emerald Bar. (My) Sammy's green eyes and emerald necklace are inspired by the name of the bar, his wings from the title of the song, and his more 70s-inspired clothing comes from the song being released in the late Seventies.

Lucy - Whilst she currently has very little connection to the song that inspired her, Lucy was originally based on the song Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds by The Beatles. Lucy was initially part of a different story than that of Bronze Bay, being a girl in the 1950s haunted/semi-possessed by a dream demon named The Prophet (who was named after The Prophet's Song by Queen). This influence gave her very unnaturally coloured eyes ("the girl with kaleidoscope eyes"), and very whimsical, vivid dreams like the song. Her full name comes from the title, being Lucy Skye.

Drowse and Inferna - These two are based on a lot of the songs from the Queen albums A Night at the Opera and A Day at the Races, namely You and I, You're My Best Friend, Seaside Rendezvous, Love of my Life. They're a cute husband-and-wife duo who just love each other's company and being together, them being elemental spirits is purely an aesthetic choice.

Roxy and Jude - Both inspired by the discography of bands like Hanoi Rocks and X-Ray Spex, although Roxy is more specifically inspired by X-Ray Spex's song Identity, highlighting his crisis trying to keep his true self secret from Hyacinth. Jude's name also comes from The Beatles' song Hey Jude, purely as I like the song.

There are plenty of songs that have been part of the design process for a lot of my OCs, but I feel like this is already very rambly and I dunno how well I'm articulating things XD but if anyone's interested in hearing more I'm happy to talk more about the inspiration/influences of my characters!

#thank you anon! v fun question :D #anon #asks #clyde's ocs

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deviantartdramanow · 1 year

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Evidence of Triagonal threatening, using slurs, allowing verbal abuse, abusing moderation powers, abusing having larger groups of friends, etc. (Mod S’s response below)

Evidence of Triagonal threatening, using slurs, allowing verbal abuse, abusing moderation powers, abusing having larger groups of friends, etc.Also evidence of Magistra Inferna making fun of someone’s DEAD MOTHER over and over.

She called Kiyo, a JAPANESE LGBT PERSON, an “okama” which is a SLUR for Japanese homosexuals. All of this shit she’s saying in that screenshot is FAKE. She never met Kiyo’s father. Also, she keeps calling Kiyo a “she” when Kiyo uses they/them strictly.Also claimed that Kiyo would hatecrime/shoot up a school because they are trans. Smh. Transphobia. (and yes Kiyo’s address is out there, thanks to an associate of Triagonal doxxing their information.) So this is her acknowledging that Kiyo is trans… And yet calls them a she over and over. Hmm.

If any of you still have Triagonal’s information such as address, I want to use it to report her to the police for threatening death among other things.

This isn’t Triagonal’s first account of racism, homophobia, or transphobia either. She really hates Japanese people and talks about it where-ever she can that isn’t public.

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Mod S’s response

ah yes, the moment we’ve all been waiting for

as soon as I saw these screenshots and knew who we were talking about, I contacted Evie myself to get their side of the story. Both victims of Tri, whom both share a server with, it was only a little confusing without any context. So, I did some questioning myself:

Evie has confirmed that they left that server due to minors having access to an NSFW channel in there. Unfortunately I couldn’t ask for any proof for this since I wasn’t going to ask them to jump right back into that server.

This statement here pretty much answered my question as to WHY Evie reacted the way they did. Please note I do not agree with the usage of slurs on Evie’s side, or anyone’s side, BUT I do understand why Evie acted the way they acted (I don’t think I have to explain how human emotions can interfere with civil talk, do I?)

Here Evie gives the rundown:

btw here is the second screenshot that was OOC as shown above >

oh and Kiyo telling Evie to delete themselves! if you want help, Kiyo, to spread the word about Tri, then don’t do this shit! (:

here’s another accusatory statement, as well as who is in that server:

Kiyo has also faked screenshots as seen here:

https://twitter.com/UnusualPokemon/status/1643206179101855746?t=sxzH2xDCCExWrxeks0GUlQ&s=19

https://web.archive.org/web/20230404205521/https://twitter.com/UnusualPokemon/status/1643206179101855746?t=sxzH2xDCCExWrxeks0GUlQ&s=19

and then here’s another rundown from what happened between Kiyo and Evie > https://www.deviantart.com/magistrainferna/journal/The-Harbingers-of-Chaos-956607356 ( https://archive.ph/wip/ZoAau )

again, I do not support either party, whether it’s Evie, Tri or Kiyo with the usage of slurs and to k**l themselves. Again, I understand WHY Evie acted the way they acted from all the harassment, but it still was crossing the line.

if anyone wants Tri’s server and Discord user, it’s TheMonthOfJune#9700 (ID: 993708761032179832 ), and the server name is Cyber Reception Room which I won’t include the invite for bc why tf would i.

anyway all parties here need to get their teeth straight. bye.

-Mod S

#submission #content warning #slur tw #drama #deviantart #proof #triagonal #trigonal #thelaionpride #magistrainferna #response

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goldengriffinessartist · 1 year

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lunariumsolis · 4 months

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𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖘

In the small town of Rosewell, lies an underground speakeasy and hotel, known as Inferna Diabolos. Given the conservative nature of Rosewell, Inferna Diabolos stands as a site of indulgence, allowing people the freedom to express what they cannot on the surface in the day, under the privacy and comfort of the night. Whether that be the simple indulgence of alcohol and other contraband prohibited in the town or the more scandalous indulgences of entertainment and relations otherwise frowned upon on the surface.

However, as people dig closer to the establishment, sinister undertones begin to appear, making the not-so-innocent establishment, much more of a serious matter. The incident leading to Inferna Diabolos coming back to light and exposing much more than anyone bargained for should people look closer.

Immerse yourself in a story of mystery, romance, suspense, and gothic horror as you indulge in Inferna Diabolos, and perhaps discover the secrets kept and guarded that will change Rosewell as anyone knows it. Just remember:

***ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ.***

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> Features

> - 18+ server community - Mature content and themes

> - Accepting space for LGBTQIA+

> - Literate roleplay

> - Original characters only - 2 slots per person

> - Vintage 1930s aesthetic setting

> - Perfect for gothic horror lovers

> Writing sample is required for verification.

#roleplay #roleplay server #discord rp #discord server #literate rp #group rp #oc rp #rp promo

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kvothbloodless · 14 days

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Hmm. Exordia suffers from the inverse of Inferna Dilenda Est i mentioned before, wherein the presence of an objective heaven changes the stakes. (Take all this with a grain of salt, since I havent finished it yet.)

Like. Iruvage is kind of right. It literally does not matter what the Exordia do; if everyone is going to heaven, why does it matter what happens to the material planets?

Hell, Iruvage is Actually the protagonist (heh) of an Inferna Dilenda Est story! Hes trying to save the souls of his species from eternal damnation! It probably Doesnt matter what he does to anyone outside of the afterlives; any suffering he causes is minscule when compared both to the pleasure of the heavens And the torment of the hells to which all Khai are damned.

#exordia #inferna dilenda est #heaven is a place not on earth #moral philosophy

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drishtithakkar · 4 months

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Shifting Horizons: Refugees of Mars

In a time long ago, Mars was more than just a speck in the sky; it was a thriving home for humans with advanced technology and a special element called xenon. Life was comfortable, and innovation flourished until tragedy struck.

A catastrophic event triggered a nuclear reaction on Mars, forcing its people, now known as Xenites, to escape to Earth. Their once-thriving civilization crumbled, leaving scars on their past and fragments of advanced technology in their hands.

As the Xenites arrived on Earth in 2103, bringing their special technology, things didn't unfold as expected. Earth became a rough place with broken cities and struggling people. Amidst this chaos, Lila, a curious soul with glowing attire, discovered her Martian roots and sought to learn more.

Sophia, an older Xenite who had become a cyborg with metal parts, shared the painful history of Mars with Lila. Orion, a smart inventor, faced tough times as his creations fell into the wrong hands, and shapeshifters like Arion resisted the misuse of power.

Living in the rundown city of Tera, the surviving Xenites, now equipped with metal parts, endured a harsh existence. Some tried to do good, while others succumbed to the challenges of their new reality.

Lila's journey led her to a secret group of Martian refugees. Determined to make things right, Lila, along with Seraphina, Orion, and Arion, formed a team to fight against the corrupted leaders controlling Terra Inferna.

In the broken city, where neon lights flickered in the dark, the battle unfolded. The Xenites faced painful memories from Mars, and the struggle on Earth mirrored their past hardships. Amid betrayals and sacrifices, Lila transformed from a curious person into a symbol of hope in the fight for a better future.

The story of Tera echoed with challenges, pain, and an unwavering desire for a new beginning amidst the chaos.

#humans #cyborg #mars #robots #storytelling #tumblr stories #speculative fiction #speculative design

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monogataribr · 1 year

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MAYOI PARAÍSO

Conto: Mayoi Heaven — Bakemonogatari manga vol. 15 special edition Fonte: Monogatari Short Stories Translation Project Tradução: Kiilo — Monogatari BR

“Muitas vezes vejo que, em representações criativas, a imagem do Inferno é excessivamente bem consolidada, enquanto as do Paraíso são bem abstratas, Awaodori-san.”

“Você tem razão, mesmo alguém como eu já percebeu isso, no entanto, Hachikuji, você erroneamente disse meu nome como se eu fosse um festival de dança tradicional realizado na região de Shikoku, no Japão. Meu nome é Araragi.” [1]

“Desculpa, eu gaguejei. Raseragi-san.”

“Também não sou um festival tradicional que acontece na região de Touhoku.” [2]

“Ah, bom, então isso quer dizer que você gosta mais do yosakoi, Araragi-san.” [3]

“Acertou meu nome agora!”

“Se eu tivesse que escolher, eu estaria no acampamento ee ja nai ka. Eu dançaria para você como um personagem de Bollywood.” [4]

“Sabe que eu gostaria de ver — O Araragi-san rebolando.”

“Então, qual é? Paraíso ou Inferno?”

“A, é. Já que um dia irei para o Céu, pensei em aprender um pouco mais sobre antes. Acho que seria como procurar um local para a vida após a morte. Mas como o Araragi-san certamente vai pro Inferno, acho que não faltarão guias.”

“Pinturas não são guias e diagramas não são mapas. Mas você pode estar certa sobre uma coisa. Presumo que todos os meus camaradas de armas foram para o Inferno, então, se possível, eu gostaria de ir para lá também.”

“Você tá falando como um vilão niilista, mas, Araragi-san, você não tem amigos, o que significa que também não tem camaradas de armas. Não, se você vai pro Inferno é pelo pecado de não ter amigos.”

Mesmo tendo uma amiga como você? E por que não ter amigos seria um pecado?

“É como aquela frase da Anna Catalana, não é? Se você tivesse lido ‘todas as famílias felizes se parecem, cada família infeliz é infeliz à sua maneira’ provavelmente ficaria convencido de que é verdade, mas, na realidade, famílias felizes são bem diferentes. Você simplesmente não leu o suficiente para saber que existem muitas representações concretas do Paraíso espalhadas por várias obras criativas.” [5]

“Você pode até estar certa. No entanto, ‘catalana’ é uma sobremesa.”

Ela está certa. Eu entendi o nome errado. Sou eu que estou gaguejando agora?

Achei que ela quisesse dizer que o cheiro de catalana lembrava o de livros. De qualquer forma, me veio imagens do Lago de Sangue, a Montanha de Agulhas, o Grande Rei Enma e Sañjīva. Não tem como negar que representações do Inferno como essas dominam as obras criativas, não é? [6]

Sañjīva, o “reviver o inferno,” é algo que toca dentro de mim... A luta contra Kissshot Acerolaorion Heartunderblade foi exatamente assim. Um inferno de ser feito em pedaço e trazido de volta à vida de novo e de novo. Se isso não é o Inferno, então o que é?

— Por isso se chama Infernas Férias de Primavera.

“A razão pela qual é fácil se relacionar com imagens do Inferno é porque é fácil sentir dor e sofrimento. Enquanto isso, o sentimento associado ao Paraíso é uma sensação de bem-estar e euforia com a qual nem todos podem se relacionar.”

A variabilidade da felicidade não se limita às famílias. Mesmo se alguém pensasse “eu não seria feliz em um céu como esse”, seria só uma falha de descrição do Paraíso.

“Se imaginarmos um céu onde eu seria feliz, seria um mundo de um bilhão de Hanekawas, mas parece improvável que tal imagem do Paraíso seja compartilhada por todos.”

“Esse mundo parece um inferno para a Hanekawa-san. E nesse mundo a população seria de ‘todos’ Hanekawa-san.”

Ela não disse “estou prestes a vomitar”, mas acho que já estava subindo pela garganta. Ouvir algo do tipo da garota com quem gosto de passear me faz repensar o que eu disse e voltar atrás em minha declaração.

“Então, qual o Paraíso que você imagina? Ah, e podemos pular a piada em que você diz que é um mundo com um bilhão de mim nele.”

“Eu não diria isso nem em um mundo onde um bilhão de armas estivessem apontadas para mim. Nem mesmo como piada.”

“E agora você levou um tiro.”

“Bom, vejamos... Tenho muitos desejos como ‘quero doces’ ou ‘quero dinheiro’, mas não acho que o céu seja algo assim.”

Ela estava tentando suavizar o quão ganancioso soaria dizer “quero dinheiro”, dizendo “doces” primeiro, mas não acho que ela conseguiu tão bem quanto pensa. Uma garota com tais desejos mundanos pode realmente entrar no Céu?

Mas, novamente, se esse nível de desejo mundano é suficiente para manter uma pessoa fora do céu, isso não seria excessivamente rígido? Acumular boas ações; ter alta estima pelos outros; viver cercado por amigos e familiares — e não por um bilhão de Hanekawas; e viver uma vida sem arrependimentos. Se essas são as condições para conseguir um visto para o Céu, então esqueça que eu vou para lá, acho que ninguém vai.

Parece completamente irracional.

Se o caminho para entrar no Céu é viver uma vida feliz e confortável, então isso não é totalmente injusto? Por essa lógica, as únicas pessoas que vão para o céu são os multimilionários.

“E se fosse possível entrar no Céu sem um visto, teria seguranças para impedir? Seria realmente o Paraíso se tivesse algo assim?”

“Acho que todo o conceito de ‘esgueirar para o Céu’ está cercado de pecado, você não acha?”

“Mas pensando bem, o Céu não vai deixar você entrar com seu celular. Eles vão dizer ‘Por favor, desligue seu aparelho e deixe-o no portão’, não vão?”

“Aaah... Acho que entendi o que você quer dizer.”

Em uma rara reviravolta, Hachikuji realmente concordou comigo.

E ela é uma aluna da quinta série cujo propósito na vida é discordar de mim.

“Você disse “doces” antes, mas você acha que poderíamos comer doces no Céu? Sinto que diriam que doces fazem mal para o seu corpo e corrompem sua mente. Mesmo sendo tão deliciosos, eles diriam que a delícia faz com que seja um pecado.”

E depois ainda tem o dinheiro, que nada mais é do que uma fonte de conflitos. Duvido que tenham cartões de créditos e é altamente improvável que permitam investimentos, especulações ou qualquer outra coisa eu possa ser chamada de jogatina. Querer ser rico é um pecado em si. O avanço científico e tecnológico seria um fracasso. Em um mundo onde a pobreza é uma virtude, nenhum dispositivo ou ferramenta projetada para tornar a vida mais fácil seria fabricado.

“Falando em motivos de conflito, consigo ver o amor romântico sendo proibido também.”

“Que bagunça seria. Quem diria que eu poderia ser forçado a viver a vida de um idol.”

“Vou fingir que não ouvi isso. Consigo imaginar que voltar para a cama também é proibido. Aposto que se você dormisse depois do meio-dia eles o expulsariam e você acordaria no Lago de Sangue.”

A imagem do Inferno é realmente mais consolidade. Coisas que nos fazem sentir bem quando retratadas em sua forma final tornam-se pecaminosas. Tão pecaminoso que você não pode tentar representar o Paraíso, e mesmo se tentar, pode acabar retratando o Inferno.

“Eu imagino que para um criador também seja difícil dizer como ele imagina que seja o Paraíso. Do jeito que o Araragi-san fez quando me contou sobre o seu mundo de Hanekawa.”

“Ainda bem que não sei desenhar.”

“Eu teria preferido se você não fosse tão lascivo.”

“Um mundo com dez bilhões de Hachikujis poderia ser chamado de Paraíso também.”

“Você acha que dizer isso vai me fazer pular de alegria? E que tipo de conversão confusa é 1 Hanekawa = 10 Hachikujis? Fique dizendo cosias assim e eu mesma vou mandá-lo para o Inferno.”

Hachikuji pareceu repensar o que havia dito. Ela provavelmente estava pensando “Não, seria melhor enviar Araragi-san para um Paraíso cheio de regras, onde ele é forçado a viver adequadamente”. Não faz muito sentido pensar nisso tão seriamente.

Mas no fim, em vez de pensar no Paraíso que pode ou não existir, ou no Inferno no qual eu poderia cair um dia, era melhor pensar em caminhar pela estrada com uma garota da quinta série conversando sobre tópicos aleatórios e sem importância enquanto nos dirigimos para algum destino que nenhum de nós conhece e que talvez nunca alcancemos. De todas as coisas que discutimos, o que estamos fazendo agora parece o mais irreal e o mais fora de hora.

Como se estivéssemos caminhando entre as nuvens.

Ou talvez, em uma teia de aranha. [7]

[1] Awa Dance (阿波踊り, awa odori) é o maior festival de dança do Japão, realizado como parte do festival Obon. [2] Referência ao canto musical “rasseraa” (ラッセラー), apresentado no festival Aomori Nebuta (青森ねぶた祭り). [3] Yosakoi (よさこい) é um estilo de dança que mistura tradicionalidade e modernidade, apresentado em festivais de todo o Japão. [4] “Ee ja nai ka” (ええじゃないか) foi um festival de celebrações religiosas e atividades comunitárias que apareceu inicialmente como um festival de dança em 1867. [5] Anna Karênina (1877) é romance publicado pelo escritor russo Tolsto. [6] Camadas do Inferno budista. [7] Trocadinho entre “nuvem” (雲, kumo) e “aranha” (蜘蛛, kumo), e uma referência ao conto “O Fio da Aranha” (蜘蛛の糸), que apresenta o Inferno, o Lago de Sangue e a Montanha das Agulhas.

#mayoi heaven

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thehellishbastards-dnd · 1 year

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Session Five- Dancing With Myself

■ You wake up on the stairs to Dis and Erros is pulled into a trance and is speaking in Inferna,. Sterling realises that Erros is talking in Infernal, and upon listening closer he can hear him repeating the phrase “I understand. Help will be on the way soon, I promise”. Rescerys stays behind to care for Erros while the rest of you set of to investigate Dis ■ Upon entering Dis you are met with a crimson glow and the smell of fire and brimstone The city is nestled in a bowl of spiked mountains and has a carnival-esque style The infrastructure is half red-hot iron and half black cobblestone, adorned in chains, flaming torches, and black bars.

■ You see a sleek steel building with a garish flaming arrow and a sign that reads "VISITORS, VISITORS, VISITORS" You enter the building and find an interior that is dark, miserable, and gloomy with a strange corporate feel. You spot an out of place stall that looks like it's from the common world and each pick up a leaflet titled "ADVENTURING PARTIES, WE NEED YOU!". Reading this leaflet reveals to you that an organisation called the Vigilante Guild is looking to hire an adventuring party to be paid for missions, in respect of their own values of freedom, respect, kindness, liberation, and Justice.

■ After reading the pamphlet, you all approach a scaled red devil who is filing his claws and blowing a bubble of black bubblegum behind the receptionist desk. He explains to you all that you need to pass a series of tests to become official members of the guild. The types and amount of tests are unpredictable and customizable to the party members, and that most things in the tests are artificial except for their guides. You all enter a giant steel door to advance to these tests.

■ The tests are as follows: ⁃ A room with two gargoyles where you answer a series of riddles.

⁃ A room with a statue of Minos where you react to a number of hypothetical moral dilemmas, where most of you opted to follow a succubus milkmaid despite the danger because you all suck.

⁃ A fortune teller's room, where she quizzes you all on your knowledge of each other, and answers questions you have about your future through vague tarot card readings.

⁃ The jester Skunk, who has you solve his poetic riddles to find codes for the rooms locks, as he details how he was fired from Dispater’s court for trying to commit treason.

⁃ A marionette play detailing the story of Hellarora Bluemoon, the Banshee from the Elfsong Tavern. Her husband Baldan Bluemoon left on a voyage to explore the realms for artistic inspiration, but never returned and was presumed dead at sea. This drove Hellarora mad, leading her to eventually die in a bar fight after being provoked about the subject. The tavern owner Alan was in love with Hellarora, so left out an offering of her favourite cake to appease her vengeful spirit that now haunted the tavern.

⁃ A cubic room where you all fought a gelatinous cube, Sterling almost dying from his injuries.

⁃ A steel kitchen room where you had to solve a puzzle involving different coloured goo and how to smear it onto the correct panel to create a door.

⁃ A room full of “mystery meat” which you all must consume after realising it is the meat of all of your respective species. This was of course a fake out, and all of the meat was synthetic (I’m not THAT evil).

■ You all now enter the final room, a plain grey bricked room with a bolted wooden brown door in the centre, torches and chains lining the room. There are four pedestals with bowls filled with a mysterious white creamy looking glue. A booming voice speaks and challenges you to face your past, asking you to step forward to a pedestal.

■ The goo in each pedestal transforms into a bust for each of you: Crux- The Solemn Face Of A Pale Skinned Being, With A Long White Braid And Gentle Eyes. Sterling- The Hopeful And Wise Face Of His Mentor Lognar Woodleg. Draxun- The Sneering Vindictive Snarl Of His Disgraced Uncle Who Rules As King Dah-Zuhl- The Smiling And Noble Face Of The Green Grung Yareli. The booming voice speaks again: “You Must Do What You Should’ve Done Long Ago To Destroy What Plagues You”.

■ You all have a mix of emotions for your busts, but Crux appears to be the most distraught by his own. He begins to speak and says “I’m sorry mother, I am sorry for leaving you to deal with my mistakes. I never meant for you to be hurt, and I will be back. I will fix everything that has gone wrong. I will get enough to take you far away, somewhere safe. I’m not like him, I promise. I am not Dad.”

■ Crux lifts his head in confusion, as nothing has changed, and looks at the bust again realising he was mistaken. His tattoo starts to glow, the glow spreading across the rest of his body, and his appearance starts to change. The red slowly changes to grey, his beard disappears, his yellow eyes turn a bright green, and a long white braid emerges from his head. Crux no longer looks like himself, instead he looks exactly like the bust before him

■ Nothing else changes, but now Dah’Zuhl realises the voice was encouraging you all to embrace whoever was in the bust, so you all hug the stone statues and the goo melts back down.

■ The voice returns and asks, “Now, are you willing to face your present?”. The goo shifts into strange white clay-like versions of yourselves, and you engage in combat with these constructs until they are just piles of goop yet again. The voice now speaks and says “Congratulations, to the newest members of the Vigilante Guild. You are now ready to face your future.”

■ You solve one final puzzle in a tiny room, which involves finding numbers from within the initial Vigilante Pamphlet, and you return to the main lobby of the Visitor’s Centre through a red portal. The red Abashai receptionist introduces himself as Scott, and welcomes you to the Guild. He gives you the gift of an imp familiar named Rue, who he states has caused trouble for previous parties due to his uselessness so he is being given to you for free.

■ Crux explains that he is really a Changeling named Nelix, and that he would like this fact to still remain quite secretive and that he will take on his Tiefling form throughout the hells. You all welcome this information, and head to the upstairs room of the Visitors Centre for your night's rest.

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gem-quest · 4 years

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[ SIDEQUEST 03. — INFERNA & NEDDY ]

neddy doll by @bebemoon on urstyle! story is an optional read, as it’s just a continuation/spinoff that fanfan & i felt like writing <333

in which neddy and inferna share a single brain cell ;DDD

It wasn’t long after Ace had left when Inferna got a response from Neddy: let’s meet up!

And there was a picture attached, to help Inferna navigate the snowy forest.

Inferna sighed, swiping her inventory closed as she prepared to go over to the copse of pine trees that Neddy had indicated. She had a few bars of chocolate; she was thinking of melting them in order to make a gooey approximation of hot chocolate (it was a shame that she didn’t have any marshmallows with her, though). And even if they couldn’t find anything dry enough to make a fire with, that was a non-issue with Inferna’s totally swaggy fire-mage powers.

I hate the fucking cold, Inferna thought to herself, disgruntled, as she trudged through the snow, keeping half an eye out for any other Yetis who were in the mood to terrorize some rando who was dumb enough to have her hair dyed a glittery bright orange. Even in the real world. Winter as a concept can go fuck itself.

Inferna finally arrived, about ten minutes later. “Sup,” she greeted, pushing through branches and pine needles until she was also standing in the clearing.

She gave Neddy a once-over. The Moonstone player had been wearing her signature flowy fabric-y thingies when they were separated, which Inferna would never ever wear in her life because 1) she would freeze to fucking death, and 2) she would tangle herself in all the floating bits of wispy cloth and fall on her face like a scrub. But now, Neddy had somehow copped herself some kind of...ice armor? Pretty ice armor, too.

But, no, there was also something else that was different...

“Hey!” Inferna said, abruptly. “What the hell happened to your hair?!”

Neddy looked miserable. “Be real with me,” she replied. “Is it the geriatric travesty I think it is?”

Inferna scratched her head, consideringly. Neddy’s lilac hair had somehow turned itself white - did she use a hair dye potion, or something?

“It’s...definitely something,” she said, then grinned, picking her way through the snow until she was standing by the other girl (waving hi to cute lil’ smol Jack as she did so. He looked more like a puppy and less like a dragon, when he was shrunken down like this!).

“Okay, yeah, it looks wack. What’d you do to it?!?!”

Neddy emitted a small plaintive sound. “I don’t know,” she whimpered. “It’s something to do with this-”

She pulled out a crystally ice dagger. Inferna frowned.

Shaking her newly-white head, the other player threw her free hand up, clueless. “I pulled it out of a tree and now I look like this!”

“Huh,” Inferna said, leaning closer, curious. “Can I see?”

And, because Inferna was - and one cannot stress this enough - a total fucking idiot, she reached out to take the crystalline dagger from Neddy’s hands.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! What is it doing to me?!” she shrieked, pulling her hand away from the dagger.

Too late: there was already a thin veneer of ice creeping up her legs, over her boots. It felt - cold, like all those times rainwater had soaked through her shoes while she trudged to class without an umbrella because her 0 IQ ass could never remember to check the weather. She frantically shook one leg, then the other, trying to somehow get the ice to just go away and leave her alone...!!!

“Oh!” Neddy shrieked, too. “Oh my god!”

Inferna watched as Neddy, who was just as horrified as Inferna, immediately dropped the dagger into the snow and tried to help her in the only way she knew how- by breathing warmth onto her. Great misty plumes of breath billowed into the wintry air, doing- as one might imagine- fuck all to actually stop the ice-spread. And the ice was enveloping her entire body, like the scene with Anna in Frozen!

“Why do I have to be an ice sculpture, I hate the cold, why couldn’t I be a cake sculpture instead, at least I’d be able to eat my way out,” Inferna wailed miserably, lifting her hands up to watch as the ice hardened over her fingers. “This is bullshit!”

She swung her gaze wildly around the clearing. “D’you know if Jack can do anything that melts ice???” she said to Neddy. “I mean, he’s a dragon, right? Dragons can do cool shit?”

“He breathes poison!” her friend screeched, anxiously flapping her hands. “That definitely will not help!”

“Why can’t he breathe fire?!” Inferna also screeched. “How am I supposed to use my Tearoom coupons for free scones if I’m a fucking ice sculpture!!!”

...wait a second. Breathe...fire?

Inferna could do that, right? Well, she couldn’t breathe fire, but she could still summon fire…? Because, you know. Totally swaggy fire-mage powers???

Oh. Duh, she thought, belatedly.

So, Inferna raised her ice-covered hands again, and concentrated. The layer of cold that had spread over basically her entire body dampened her powers a bit, but they still worked.

After a few seconds, her hands began to warm up, and they started emitting a faint orange glow. A few more moments passed, and the ice had begun to crack and melt.

“Hey! Shit, I think it’s working!” Inferna exclaimed, holding up her palms for Neddy to see.

Neddy clutched her chest, looking just as relieved as Inferna felt. “Oh, thank god,” she exhaled.

When the ice over her hands was gone, Inferna continued melting the ice off her body with the small flame hovering over her palms, grimacing as the frigid water soaked through her clothes. Once the ice was all gone, she grabbed her player-plexus and swiped open her inventory, dragging out about half a dozen H-rank “hair dryer” potions.

She uncorked one of the glass vials and dumped the gaseous contents over her head. There was a poof! of lavender smoke as the glass vial shimmered out of existence.

Inferna felt...drier than she had been, but not 100% back to normal. Which made sense - the potions were specifically made to dry hair, after all. She continued dumping potions over her head until she was completely dry, then turned to face Neddy again.

“So, what’s up with the new look? How come you didn’t turn into an ice sculpture???”

“Trust me, if I knew I’d tell you,” said Neddy. She bent down to very cautiously take the dagger up again. Inferna watched as she stood up straight, unharmed, and frowned down at the weapon. “I don’t know.”

Inferna frowned, too. “Well, do you want some hair dye potion to try to turn your hair back? I have a ton.”

And then she giggled, just a little bit. “But that white-haired look is still pretty great, I gotta say.”

Neddy made grabby-hands, and Inferna laughed again. “Please!” Neddy exclaimed, so Inferna pulled her player-plexus up to snipe a quick picture of Neddy with her white hair - grinning the entire time - before she swiped open her inventory, scrolling over to her H-rank cosmetic potions.

“What color do you want? I’m not sure if I have your exact lilac color, but I have some other pretty purples.” And she held her plexus out so that Neddy could see.

“Ah. Well, the palest purple you have will do,” Neddy answered.

Inferna squinted at her purple hair dye potions. She had a very light, washed-out violet-indigo color, so she dragged it out and examined the glass bottle thoughtfully, gently swirling the semi-gaseous substance inside. “You wanna try this one?” she asked.

The other player nodded tentatively. “Sure. Let’s- let’s try it.”

Inferna shrugged. “Aight, here goes,” and she upended the contents of the glass bottle over Neddy’s head.

There was a flash of purple smoke and silver sparkles as the hair dye potion settled over Neddy’s hair. The bottle disappeared, magicked away into nothingness, and Inferna switched her plexus camera function into selfie mode and passed it over to Neddy so that she could see what she looked like.

“You think it worked?”

With her lips in a line, Neddy turned her head this way and that, getting a good look at the colour from every conceivable angle. Then: “It’s a little bluer than before, but...yeah. Yeah, it worked. It’s better than the white, at least.”

Inferna grinned. “Lit! We should go find somewhere to sit down, then. I want to make hot chocolate.”

She took her plexus back, dragging out a tin can filled with sugar cubes that had a small tray attached to the inside, filled with Inferna sauce - sort of like the set-up for the Nutella to-go thingies that Inferna loved - and carefully dipped a sugar cube in the sauce before tossing it at Jack.

“Errrrpf,” the dragon purred, and Inferna beamed at him. She leaned down to scratch him behind his ears, then scooped him up in her arms, her player-plexus in her free hand.

After she was ready, she said, “C’mon, let’s go!”

“Right behind,” answered Neddy, and they set off at a brisk pace (well, as brisk of a pace as she could get in the stupid six inches of snow covering the ground), Inferna hugging Jack to her chest and letting his head settle on her shoulder. They walked for a few minutes before Inferna found a small clearing with a few large-ish, flat rocks that they could comfortably sit on.

She brushed the snow off of them and plopped down, patting the spot next to her for Neddy and letting Jack settle in her lap before she started scrolling through her inventory.

“Do you think you have any water or milk or something in your inventory, for hot chocolate?” Inferna asked. “I definitely have the chocolate we’d need.”

In response, Neddy swiped into her inventory, humming a question. Inferna watched her scroll for several seconds before stopping on an item.

“Dragon’s milk is all I have,” she said, a small wrinkle forming between her brows. “Don’t suppose that would work?”

Inferna paused, and considered. “Will it give us cancer?” she asked, dragging out two cups and the chocolate she bought the other day.

Neddy blinked and looked back at the Plexus screen as if it would provide the answer. “Er, not- no, I don’t think so,” she replied.

Inferna gave a nonchalant half-shrug. “Okay, let’s try it then,” she said, taking the chocolate out and setting half of it in one of the cups. She summoned a ball of fire and balanced it on her open palm, holding the cup above the flame and waiting for the chocolate to melt, occasionally putting out the fire to use her hand to stir the chocolate.

Once the chocolate had turned somewhat gooey, Inferna threw Neddy a glance. “You have the milk?”

In response, the other player produced the little glass stoppered bottle of milk from the Plexus. A cartoonish blue dragon was emblazoned on the item.

Inferna grinned. “Pour some in?”

And once Neddy had filled the cup the rest of the way with the dragon’s milk, Inferna let the hot chocolate sit over the flame for a few more minutes, stirring the entire time, before she extinguished the fireball. “Ta-da!” she exclaimed, handing the hot chocolate to Neddy. “Tell me how it tastes? And ooh - be careful, it’s hot.”

Neddy accepted the cup gratefully and blew at the billowing heat coming off of the mug. She took a sip and hummed. “It’s not bad, actually!” she said, a note of excitement in her voice. “Can’t even taste the...dragon.”

Inferna quickly made another cup of hot chocolate for herself, and took a sip. “Mmm, you’re right,” she replied. “It just tastes like regular hot chocolate.”

She grinned. “Good to know that dragon milk has its many uses!”

They sat in silence for a while, drinking the hot chocolate - with Inferna feeding Jack sauce-covered sugar cubes every few minutes or so, to the dragon’s delight - and Inferna had just polished off the last of her drink, her player-plexus already in her hand as she began scrolling through her inventory to see what else she could make, before a Yeti burst through the trees and into the clearing.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Inferna shouted, as the Yeti roared and advanced. “Can’t we ever get some peace and quiet in this damn game?!?!”

Inferna jumped up - displacing Jack as she did so - and pulled one of her flaming daggers out, bringing her free hand up and firing off a quick succession of mini-fireballs at the stupid Yeti. A few ash-gray spots bloomed over its torso, the fur smoking and charring as it came into contact with fire, but the attack didn’t do much to slow it down.

“What now?” Inferna heard Neddy shout, and when she whirled around to face her, the panic was evident on her face.

Inferna shot a bigger fireball at the Yeti. “Uh, I don’t know?!?!?!” Inferna yelled in response, shoving Neddy out of the way as the Yeti responded with a blast of icy magic. “Do you have any ignitium potions??? I’ve already used mine up!”

They were behind the Yeti, now. Neddy swiped quickly through her Plexus inventory.

“Er, it’s not something I usually collect!” she answered, evidently coming up with nil.

“Fuck,” Inferna said, with feeling. Jack scurried over the snow to hide behind Neddy’s legs, chittering with distress.

The Yeti was turning around, but slowly. It gave Inferna enough time to lob a fireball at its eye, which set off a cacophony of obnoxiously loud roars.

A thought occurred to her, just as the Yeti reached out to grab for them. Inferna darted to the left, shoving Neddy to the right, and the Yeti's comically large fingers closed over empty air. “You think your weird ice dagger thingy will do anything?” Inferna yelled over her shoulder as she held both her palms up, blasting fire in its direction.

Out of the corner of her eye, Inferna could see Neddy quickly feeling around her person before coming up with the dagger, which had been tucked into a special slot in one of her gauntlets. Hand visibly quaking, she handled it blade-down; like an icepick, rather than a melee weapon.

“I, er,” she called nervously, “just give me a second, okay?”

Inferna gritted her teeth. “Make it quick!” she shouted back.

Inferna continued to batter the Yeti with flames, and it was doing something, because she could tell that it was slowing down. But at this rate, Inferna would run out of steam long before the Yeti did.

Shaking her head, frustrated, Inferna yelled a warning in Neddy’s direction - “You better be ready with that stupid ice sculpture dagger!” - before she quickly darted below one of the Yeti’s swinging arms and slashed the Yeti in the gut with her flaming daggers.

“Now!” she yelled at Neddy, flicking her daggers away and bringing her hands up to shoot jets of fire into the Yeti’s face. She gritted her teeth again as Neddy stumbled a step forward - and seemed to hesitate a moment. It looked like she was gripping the dagger so tightly her knuckles were white.

A heartbeat passed, then another.

“Hurry the fuck up!” Inferna yelled again, sweat trickling down the side of her face, despite the chilly temperatures, and she watched as Neddy shut her eyes, breathing out.

Then, Neddy shifted. Her courage became suddenly evident in her posture. Her eyes flew open and then-

She leapt...

...and plunged her ice dagger thingymabob into the Yeti’s back.

“Fucking finally!” Inferna exclaimed as ice began to form over the Yeti’s fur. She shot off one last bit of fire before she threw herself away from the Yeti, landing on her butt in the snow.

She looked up, panting, as the ice continued to spread across the expanse of the Yeti’s torso, down to its legs, up its arms. The Yeti didn’t seem to like it one bit - it continued to roar and thrash, even as the ice solidified over its neck and head, rendering it immobile.

All was still in the clearing.

Then, Jack climbed into Inferna’s lap, squawking something in dragonese, and nudged at the tin can of sugar cubes that had spilled out of her satchel in the melee.

“Holy shit,” Inferna breathed out, automatically feeding Jack one of the sugar cubes. She re-directed her gaze to Neddy, and grinned wildly. “That worked! That actually fucking worked!”

Neddy appeared just as stunned at her own handiwork. Her mouth hung open. “Wow,” she muttered.

Inferna got up and gathered her things - some of which had been scattered all over the clearing, thanks to the stupid Yeti - before scooping Jack up again and making her way over to Neddy. She punched her in the arm, playfully. “That was badass!”

The other player’s face unstuck at that, and she grinned, putting the heel of her palm to her forehead in awe. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” Neddy laughed. “Wow!”

Inferna grinned back at her. “Come on. Grab your ice dagger and let’s get out of here, before the Yeti figures out how to escape!”

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