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heir-of-the-chair · 2 years
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If Sarah Prineas can write a thief named Conn I can have an assassin and name him Pierce
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satoshy12 · 4 months
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Cat Hero Danny
The first thing Danny noticed as he woke up was that he was in a tube. And then he broke out. He had no idea what happened; the last thing he remembered was playing with that "magic" circle that Sam had looked at and what happened to him. It seems like he is reborn? Never again will they play with "fake" magic. Danny seems to be in the body of a clone of two people, one a mercenary and the other a thief. The body had no brain or similar, so it was just an empy husk. But at least this body has muscle memory.
Ah, who cares? He was always a hero, and he will stay a hero. That way, he became a cat-themed hero who works with a cute bat-themed girl! Cass was really nice as he meet her and he liked to spend time with her.
He gave her a Bat pet that he stole i mean saved from a lab. Cass was loving it!
As Batman learned about his daughter being in a romance with a cat hero, he did a background/DNA check, just to be sure. And then he had a long talk with Selina about why she never told him about having a child with Slade.
That was how Selina learned about her clone and found him while he was on a date with Cass. A/N
Danny's costume looks like Cat Noir.
So yes, Danny is the clone of Deathstroke and Selina Kyle.
The pet is a Noibat or Zubat.
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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months
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Never Break the Chains
Summary:  Lloyd Hansen’s sweet little pussy cat
Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Duchess!Reader
Rating:  explicitly dark
Warnings:  DARK!fic, explicit language, explicit sexual content, pet play, leash, cage/kennel, butt plug, cat girl, being held captive, humiliation, sex in front of people, mentions of toy play, unprotected sex, choking with leash, creampie, licking, dub con/non con, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  1.9K
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A/N:  This completely and totally is a one shot.  Say it with me.  This is a one shot.
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Lloyd eyes look around the location for the night, making note of everyone that is in the room before cracking his neck.  Crossing an arm to the opposite side of his body as he dramatically stretches out.  Skin speckled in blood and chaos of the events prior to getting back.  He reaches into his pocket to pull out his ChapStick before slathering a bit on his lips.
No one had made a single comment.  No one was offering the information he was impatiently waiting to hear.  He clears his throat looking at one of the mercenaries, “Well?”
“Your pet is waiting on you,” one answers, his mouth turning up into a smirk.  “Waiting and ready.”
“Is she?  Now that — is what I wanted to hear.  Clean yourselves up,” with a quick wink, he heads in the direction that everyone was pointing him in.  The most perfect way to wind down was a few short strides.  
Slowly he opens the door to his temporary room, and there you are.  Down on all fours, and your fluffy white tail wrapped resting on the floor, “You promised,” you whine as your cold eyes drift up to him.  Your headband with the pointed ears is folded over with the tight space.
“Oh, shut up before I put you in the corner, Duchess.  Remember what happened when you were in the corner?” You crawl backwards in your kennel, and further away from him.  “I asked you a question?”
“You made me…Lloyd, don’t make me say it.”
“No,” his lips turn up into a nasty smile as he stares down at you.  Reaching to your chain, he gives it a little tug, and you crawl forward anyways, “I want you to say it.  Tell me, what happened when you were in the corner?”
“You made me stand and cockwarm a fake cock while everyone stared at me.”
“Aww, did my sweet kitty cat not like it?” You shake your head no, and he pulls your chain harder.  Your face presses against the door, and you let out a pitiful whine.  “I hate it when you don’t answer me with words.  Did you not like everyone seeing your cunt stretched out wide over that clear dildo?”
“No, sir.”
“Then quit acting like a little bitch.  I need cleaning.  Come on.  Come on, sweet Duchess,” he opens the door to your cage, and pulls you out of the small space.  Making himself comfortable while you're standing there with nothing else on but a collar, cat ears, and a butt plug tail.  “Lick me clean.”
There wasn’t a use in arguing with the man.  Things could be much worse for you.  Laying your tongue flat, you swipe the muscle up his arm.  One big long stripe before doing it again and again.  Moving up higher before your licking on his neck.  His cock pushes up against his slacks, and you try to repress the mewl that barely escapes your mouth.  
“There you go my sweet girl.  Now, lay over my lap, let me check how swollen your cunt is to see if you’re in heat.  I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you,” he lifts up that fluffy tail, giving the base a little tap, making you whimper out his name.  His fingers drift down lower on your slit, and he pulls apart your split.  
“Not in heat, but look at this throbbing pussy cat.  Shall we go on a walk?”
“No!”
“Oh, you’re going for a walk into the sitting room.  You are my sweet little pussy.  Go on.  Get down.  Let me show off my pussy cat,” you listen.  What else are you supposed to do, but crawl in front of him while he has you on a leash.  
You don’t get far into the room before the laughter already starts.  Whispers that you can’t decipher, and fingers pointing at you.  Lloyd proudly walks behind you, until you get in the center of the room, and he lifts up your tail.  He slaps your glistening folds, and you yelp.  Your back arches on its own accord, making your cunt even more visible.  Spreading apart, and making every man in this room jealous of the tight little hole Lloyd is about to enjoy.
“She’s dripping down her thighs.” “You got that whore trained up well.” “Look at her cunt.  What’s got you throbbing so hard, Duchess?” “You like everyone staring at your sloppy little holes?” You sink even lower onto the floor, whispering his name.  
It was like your juices are almost ready to pour out of you at any second.  You are drenched and needy now.  Brain completely fuzzy and switching into being Lloyd’s pussy cat.  You rock back, humping air, begging for friction without words.  “She is a desperate kitty, Lloyd,” Nick hisses through his teeth, and looks up at Lloyd who shakes his head no, “Oh, come on.  If you’re going to make us look at her, smell her, and see her cunt drip on the floor because she’s so fucking needy, you could at least let us have some fun.”
“You are going to have fun.  You’re going to have fun watching me mount her, and fuck her like the bitchy kitty she is.  Look at her.  She’s mine.  She’s trained for Lloyd Hansen’s cock.  Duchess, you need me to fuck you, hmm?”
Words do not work.  It’s one of the many reasons Lloyd decided to make you his pussy cat, you go completely dumb.  Animalistic sounds reverberate in the room, and hearing his zipper makes you reach back and pull your lips apart.  You were his desperate cat.  
“Fucking hell,” another of the mercenaries groans as you ready yourself for Lloyd’s girthy cock.  Still haven't gotten used to it.  It didn’t matter how many times he fucked you.  It still stung.  
Squatting behind you Lloyd grabs ahold of your hips, and pushes hard and fast through your channel.  Fully sheathed and balls deep when he pulls himself completely out, and does it again.  The most aggressive pounds into your weeping cunt, and your body still desires more.  
Your fingers claw the floor as you moan out made up words.  He was a menace tonight.  More so than ever.  Relentless in his motions.  Grunting out words you couldn’t hear.  All you could see was a kaleidoscope of bright colors melting together.  Could only feel a stinging pleasure.  Lloyd’s voice is the only thing you hear, and it is the deepest and most demanding panting.  
You could feel the vibrations from his voice all through your body.  Lloyd made sure you received stimulation everywhere.  He made sure your body craved him, even if you didn’t. He had in fact trained you.  Trained you for his perfect little pet.  A pet used for his pleasure, but he was kind enough to make sure you felt pleasure.
Even if it was a bit humiliating, you kinda liked it.  Liked how all his men wanted you, but couldn’t have you.  How they begged and pleaded for even just a taste, but all they got was to look.  They got to hear the sweet sounds, and could watch how your body reacted so quickly to him.  Could see the puddle gathering on the floor, but they could not touch what didn’t belong to them.  You were Lloyd’s.  And only his.  
Lloyd gives your leash a tug and lifting you up, forcing you to look at all of them.  He wants each of his men to gaze upon you as he fills you up.  They need to see each change in your face.  The way your eyes are a deep black pool of lust.  See every ripple and movement of your body as Lloyd stabs himself even deeper into your wet heat.  Witnessing your furrowed brows as your moans become louder.
His hips snap into you at an earth shattering pace.  Giving the leash another tug, you go dizzy as the most powerful high rushes over your body.  Rolling through every appendage on you; right down to the tips of your fingers.  Your walls clench down around Lloyd perfectly.  You really were his.  Every part of you.  
His load spurts deep into your channel, and you get the most satisfied grin on your face.  Giving your lip a little nibble as your velvety folds milk him dry.  “How was that, Duchess?” Lloyd pants in your ear, and you only nod with a smile on your face.  “You gonna let them see me leak out of you?  Show them how desperate you get for my cum.”
You whimper as he slowly pulls out of you, letting loose of your leash, and your face pushes back on the floor.  Pulling your fuzzy tail up beside you, you hug it contently.  Smiling when every man gazes at your puffy pussy.  Softly cheering when that first drop of Lloyd’s thick cream drips to the floor.
One drop leads to the dam breaking, and his musky essence oozes out of you and down below.  “Duchess, this room needs cleaning, pussy cat.”
You crawl on all fours.  Turning your body around, and letting everyone see you.  Giving a wicked grin to Lloyd before hanging your tongue out.  Bending over to kitten lick every bit of yours and his release off the floor.  
“You really know how to find the desperate chicks, huh?”
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The moonlight reflects off the blade that you hold high above Lloyd’s chest.  Still naked.  Still nothing more than a wet hole for him to sink into, but you had been given access to his bed, instead of the pillow in your cage.
You take a deep breath, plunging it to him before Lloyd grabs your hand, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you ungrateful little bitch?”
“You hate me!”
“What’s your fucking point?” His free hand grabs the knife, and he slings it into the dark room.  “What are you trying to say, Duchess?”
“You humiliate me!”
“And that throbbing cunt shows me how much you like it.  You perform for them.  You enjoy their greedy little faces.  Get off on seeing them get hard, and licking their lips as they envision themselves thrusting into you.  Get in the fucking corner!”
“No!” His hand tightens around the back of your neck, and he drags you over into the corner.  “Lloyd, no!”
“Put your nose in the fucking corner.  This is pathetic.  You’re going back in the cage, you fucking brat.  I allowed you into my bed.  Allowed you to sleep beside me, what more do you want?”
“Your last name.”
Lloyd jerks your head to the side and stares into your eyes unblinking, “What.  The.  Fuck.  Did.  You.  Just.  Say?”
“I want your last name.”
“No.”
“I won’t be a brat anymore.”
“No.”
“I won’t keep trying to kill you.”
“No.”
“I’ll let you breed me!”
His eyes narrow at you a moment before his hand drops from your neck, and you hear him retreat.  “Don’t leave the corner.”
“I’ll let you breed me!  Lloyd I’ll let everyone watch as you fuck your seed so deep inside of me that it sticks!  Lloyd!  Lloyd Hansen, I’m sorry I tried to run away!”
Still no answer, and your resolve is dwindling.  He couldn’t leave you.  Couldn’t leave you naked and alone, and just a collar.  “I’m sorry I cheated on you!  Lloyd!” There is no answer.  Only silence.  And you’re left to wonder if this is a test, or if he has finally left.  So in the corner you stay.  In the corner you stand.  In the corner.
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forthegothicheroine · 2 months
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Henchwomen Through the Ages
The "ages" of comics are not hard and fast things, and even comic book historians argue where they begin and end. They're more like moods than time periods, and your standard game of Henchwoman RPG will probably be set in a vague time period that could be anywhere from the thirties to today with an overall Silver Age mood. Still, let's take a look at how the roll of the Henchwoman has evolved, shall we?
Goldie is a gun-toting, cigar-chomping bank robber in victory rolls and a bullet bra. She's not called a henchwoman- she's called "Look out, that broad has a grenade!" She's loyal to the boss despite his dumb penny gimmick, but if he ever finked on her in court, he wouldn't live to see the sunrise. There's no Henchwomen's Union for her to join yet, but she's provided muscle for plenty of mob-backed unions. Goldie can't afford to be soft on heroes since they'd be just as happy to throw her off a roof as to arrest her, but she might be wooed by an appeal to patriotism- she ain't no Nazi rat! Her hobbies include matinee shows, swing dancing, and blasting coppers.
Sylvia is a competitive surfer and was a cocktail waitress until they fired her for slapping too many customers. Thanks to the newly formed Henchwomen's Union, she's treated much better by her current job, which usually involves crashing parties to steal themed jewelry. She and the heroes she fights have an understanding- they'll never be rough with her, and she won't check up on them after putting them in a death trap to see if they've died. On her off hours, she can go dancing in the same outfit she worked in- a silver jumpsuit, gogo boots and a purely decorative motorcycle helmet.
Brawny is a member of the Sisterhood of Wicked Witches, and she fights for a cause- or rather, several causes. These range from the reasonable (Save the whales!) to the less reasonable (A free ray gun for every child!) The Henchwomen's Union is strong enough to get her good pay, so many of her problems are philosophical- is she a good guy or a bad guy, and what do good and bad even mean? Brawny has to be a bit more careful than she would have been ten years ago, since death may well stick- but that also means she might really kill a hero, at least for a while, and that's what matters!
Tenebra prefers to be called a Dark Muse, a member of a vampire circle dedicated to bringing art to life, painted in colors of blood. Her eyeliner is swirly and her gowns are velvet, and she wears them onstage in her sideline darkwave band. Tenebra arranges her crimes in accordance with pre-raphaelite imagery, with victims displayed in heartbreakingly beautiful and mythologically-influenced poses. Her boss may technically be the Queen of the Vampires, and she may have a card with the Henchwomen's Union, but her true loyalty is to art itself.
Ferra is a mercenary with a separate pouch for each type of bullet, and she has a lot of types of bullet. Her stilettos are tall but her hair is taller, and she can strike intimidating poses that would break a normal person's back. The Henchwomen's Union had its own back broken by the bosses, and is now more of informal underground thing, but it still hooks her up with real deal bad guys. She'll kill without a second thought for her boss, but she's only one bad day away from turning her gun on him. It might even happen accidentally, since he and the heroes dress exactly the same. Ferra somehow has a heavy metal soundtrack even when there's no music playing.
Ally got a degree in psychology but until she can afford grad school, she gigs as a henchwoman. Her bosses are sillicon valley dickheads, but the first one to offer her real benefits will have her loyalty for life. Thanks to the resurgence of the Henchwomen's Union, Ally gets to wear big stompy boots instead of high heels, but she still has to wear a big day-glo logo on her leather jacket that might as well be a target sign. Her hobbies include pop culture conventions, smoking weed and credit card fraud.
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5eraphim · 6 months
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who do u think is the biggest brat tamer? my money is on sniper but i feel like if you tried hard enough u could get engie to snap 🫢
It's interesting you suggest Engie first because, in my opinion, he's in the top three of characters who come to mind right away when I think "brat tamer," but for some reason I would bet Administrator and Solly are more intense tamers than Engie.
Characters: Soldier 🦅, Administrator 🕷️, and Engineer 🦫 (Team Fortress 2)
Word Count: 1.3k
Rating: M (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)
Content Warnings: yandere, unhealthy relationships, humiliation, brat taming, slight dumb-ification, edging/denial, roleplay, gender neutral reader
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Soldier
In general, Solly is remarkably impatient and has little tolerance for being teased; once he's frustrated, it doesn't take much more than that until he snaps and decides to put you in your place right then and there.
Part of what makes dominating you such a turn-on for him is his pride in his physically imposing stature. It's cute, in a way, to see someone like you trying to disobey the likes of him. Solly is taller than average and abundant in bulky muscle, in addition to his generous amount of adipose. Nothing turns Solly on more than getting to use that against you.
Solly's always kept a close eye on you, and you've got another thing coming if you think he doesn't notice you slacking off during tainting, it's like you're practically asking him to go over to call you out in front of everyone, and he's more than happy to oblige. Though this is nothing compared to what he'll do to you once he gets you alone.
Just because he's off the battlefield, it doesn't mean he's ready to put away his trusty riding crop quite yet.
It's such a power trip for Solly to watch you go from mouthy, rebellious, and resilient to whimpering and begging for mercy; drool trickling down your chin, eyes glazed over as he stretches you out with his fingers or as he spreads your thighs as far apart as possible before pounding you relentlessly into the bed.
Refuses to give you a moment's rest until you've verbally apologized, sworn it will never happen again, and/or tell him whatever else he needs to hear to be convinced you've learned your lesson. Solly's also got a soft spot for listening to you call him "Sir," so you'd better be ready to do that as well.
As overly intense and overbearing as he can be in the moment, Solly's quite good at winding down responsibly with you after all the excitement. He'll tell you how proud he is of you, how strong you are to have endured all that, and will help clean up with you. While Solly can get cruel and even sadistic sometimes, he's not entirely unfair. Nor is he the type to leave you high and dry.
Administrator
She's always had a secret fondness for the "rebellious types."
Not because she wants to see you get away with acting out or mouthing off to her, but the more stubborn the brat, all the more satisfying to watch them fall.
There's something about watching some newbie with a little too much confidence try to get away with giving her attitude that really gets her going. It's cute watching you walk around like you're any better than the rest of the other people working under her. Helen knows it's only a matter of time before that little mouth of yours gets you in trouble, and she can't wait to be the one to put you in your place.
Likely, you won't even know when she decides it's time to humble you. Maybe you were just a little too messy on a mission or made some thoughtless comment to the press, foolishly thinking you had the choice to leave the mercenary business whenever you wanted, subtly implying a lack of control on her part- Something she refused to let go unpunished.
Admin is easily the most intense and uncompromising of all the doms in TF2, and if you try to act out around her or assume she'll offer you any kind of slack just because she thinks you're bangable, you would be sorely mistaken.
When she finally gets you alone in her bedroom, expect not only to be edged into oblivion but denial as well. 
Admin will leave bruises all over your waist, hips, thighs, whatever she can get her hands on, as she forces you to take her strap, fucking you down while refusing to let you come. She wants to see how painfully overstimulated you can get while remaining completely unsatisfied as you beg for mercy, knowing it won't change a thing.
Aside from all that, she loves to draw blood with her long fake nails as she drags them over your naked body.
Admin is relentless when she wants you to suffer, and she won't let up until you've been reduced to a miserable, wet little pulp. Helen takes immense pleasure in seeing the look on your face at the end of the night after you've endured hours of torture. Seeing how exhausted and delirious you look, knowing whatever rebellion you once had has been thoroughly extinguished. While you can do nothing but whine and flinch at her every move.
Don't expect any special treatment at the end of all this either. You're sleeping on your own tonight, without so much as a kiss goodnight. Helen knows what she's doing is cruel, but as far as she's concerned, you brought all this on yourself. (Also, considering how much she gets off on her own cruelty, it's not like acknowledging her maliciousness would change anything.)
Engie
Unlike the other two, while Engie absolutely gets off on being a brat tamer, it takes a lot more to bring out this side of him. Not because he's a pushover, not at all; it's more a matter of protecting his "nice guy" reputation.
In general, he's rather generous in bed. He is a Southern gentleman, after all, but when he's in the mood to inflict a bit of punishment, he's an entirely different person.
While he would try to remain mellow and appear unaffected around others, taking any back-talk or misbehavior from you with good humor, it's all because he's trying his best to suppress his anger, forcing himself to wait until he knows how to punish you before acting. 
Most of the time, he's capable of maintaining control until the two of you are alone at night, where he knows there's almost no chance of you getting interrupted; much unlike the other two, he's not into public humiliation, much less being the one to enforce it. Though if he's feeling a little extra dirty, he likes the idea of forcing you to cockwarm for him while he finishes up his daily work in his shop. (Engie likes the concept of spitefully humbling you for having the audacity to come between him and his work.)
He's not quite as into the physical pain aspect of brat taming. What he likes much more is witnessing you lose your mind pinned under him on your shared bed, going cock-drunk while he continues to pound into you. Slightly into the idea of a pleasure-induced mind break. As you go from confident, almost arrogant, and defiant, and fucking you into brainlessly submissive brainless whore. Babbling mindlessly and unable to resist him, even if you tried.
"Aw honey, you ain't lookin' so good down there. Did you ask for something? Need to take a break? No... nothin'? Guess I gotta keep goin' then."
Will offer mercy in the fakest, most condescending voice. He intends to prolong your suffering as much as possible, far longer than he ought. But the longer he looks at you like this, his mindless little doll flushed with need, clenching against him, the harder it is for Engie to call it quits.
When he does settle down, he'll get you cleared up and put you right to bed or walk through your nightly routine until he's ready to tuck you into bed. As much as he gets off through the act of dicking you down until you learn how to behave, Engie also gets off on your compliance and how dependent you can be on him to take care of you. While you had your fun playing independant, Engie knows you don't have a prayer of ever truly escaping him, not when he knows exactly how to break you until you're feeding from the palm of his hand.
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Villain: The Knights of St. Kazvarin
There's pious and selfless devotion, and then there's whatever these weirdos have going on
Riding forth from their brooding fortress-abbey to do the will of a long dead holy man, these inscrutable warriors have long been the subject of rumour and suspicion. It's not an undeserved reputation, as apart from looting tombs for ancient relics or ominously observing the goings on of the common folk these forboding knights are most often acting as the hired muscle for unscrupulous nobles who have no regard for the legality or virtue of the orders they enforce.
Far more than mercenaries with a patina of piousness, the Knights use these contracts to fund a secret and sinister endeavour that they have undertaken for centuries.
Adventure Hooks:
While delving through a dungeon the party follow a trail of slain monsters to a gravely injured knight and his thoroughly overwhelmed young squire. The boy will introduce them as Tilaen and Ser Darrik respectively and ask for their aid in tending to his master's injuries, before the dour Knight chides him for speaking on his behalf and tells the party to be about their way. Ser Darrik wants no help from "the faithless" and is willing to use the last of his strength to get violent about it. If cooler heads prevail, the party will learn that the two were after a rare manuscript hidden somewhere within the dungeon, and the offer of collaboration might be explored. If the party don't help, they'll find the squire waiting for them at the dungeon's entrance, requesting their help to bury his master and guide him back to their order's abbey. It's only after a few days of travelling together will realize that Squire Tilaen is muchabused by his sect, and that steering the boy away or outright adopting him might be the real kindness.
Acting as a stern and imposing shadow to whatever asshole noble or callous merchant the party have recently pissed off, the towering and always helmed Ser Gelceiras has "Bossfight" written all over him. However when the adventure's final confrontation looms the party find him cleaning off his massive axe, his employer's head in a bloodsoaked bag waiting to be delivered to them. "We got what we wanted from him" he rumbles as he exits, " you can have what's left. no hard feelings."
Just a new threat encroaches on the settlement, a mace wielding bruiser in burnished armour rides up and pledges to fight alongside the party in its defence. Ser Portia's skill as a fighter is sorely needed, perhaps enough to overlook whatever agenda it is that drew her to the settlement in the first place. Shortly after the final battle is fought and the dust clears, the party will realize Portia is nowhere to be seen... having escaped sometime during the aftermath after inexplicably kidnapping one of the locals.
Background: Before he was a sacred corpse, Saint Kazvarin was a necromancer of great talent, having dedicated his life to the study of thanatology and the many loopholes around death. This earned him great renown and wealth in his day, amazing the masses with seances while charging the powerful dearly for cut-rate resurrections. He amassed generous patrons and fanatical followers, only to have it all fall apart when the Raven Queen took an interest.
Kazvarin had and constructed his own bootleg afterlife, a place where his most loyal followers would rest forever in glory before being called back in time of greatest need. Atleast that was the sales pitch, in reality the "saint" had stopped just short of lichdom delving into the shadow to create a demiplane where his own soul would reside undeminished after death, sustained by the faith of his followers as the realm hollowed them out.
Such villainy inevitably created it's own downfall in the form of a young woman who's family were taken in and exploited by Kazvarin's cult. Though her name was not recorded by history, she was marked by the Duskmaven for greatness when she swore to tear down the saint who would conquer death, years later succeeding along with some allies in not only killing the necromancer but cursing him with a most ironic fate. Denying him the afterlife he had so meticulously constructed, the raven queen cursed Kazvarin with reincarnation, forcing his soul to live out a new life where it would forget all he knew and be remade.
It would have been a perfect punishment had the Saint's followers not been so fanatical. Though their organization had been shattered by their "benevolent" leader's apparent assassination, the most loyal of his inner circle poured through his research, finding the spells nessisary to seek out his soul in its new vessel. Thereafter they engaged in a grim hunt, crossing the realms to ritually sacrifice the youth their leader had grown into and pulling free his undigested soul. This is the cycle Kazvarin's followers have been following for generations, spending decades hunting for signs of their leader's return before using murder and necromancy to forcibly deincarnate him. Thereafter Kazvarin has a few months or years to act freely before he is swallowed back up by the tide of souls and the hunt begins again
Future Adventures:
Though they begin as a comparatively minor oddity, the knights become a true threat to the campaign as soon as they figure out who Kazvarin's current incarnation is and manage to wrest his soul out. Ideally this should be someone the party knows, to make it all the more tragic that they were sacrificed to bring about the villain's return.
Though it is much deminished, Kazvarin's demiplane (called the Howling Basilica) still traps the souls of those who have sworn their lives to him, acting as a vault from which he can pull rank upon rank of shadow-maddened spirits to his bidding. His most loyal retainers are allowed to keep their skills and individuality while being deprived of their will, meaning he has a backlog of highly skilled Knights just waiting for new bodies to possess no matter how many times the party defeat them on the field. What's worse is that the saint still remembers how to manipulate people with the offer of offbrand immortality, and will likely begin reaching out to powerful individuals shorty after his return.
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ewingstan · 22 days
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So yes the black lessons fight was really good. Wed thematic stuff to action in a really satisfying way, I promise I'll write more about it in a later post. But I've gotten to Darlene's interlude and its startling how much better the action is whenever WB steps away from Victoria.
I mean I was already excited when Juliette froze Sidepiece and Darlene immediately took the opportunity to push her paralyzed body into fire. And then once she got released, screaming in bloody pain, immediately getting pecked at by Aiden's birds. Like I said, its not that the Undersiders don't fight fair, its that they fight dirty—trapped with a dozen highly-powered mercenaries surrounding them, they start acting more terrifying than anything else in this setting.
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And then we get to Darlene's fight with Operator Red. Holy shit. No bombastic powerset on display, nothing flashy to draw the minds eye, just a little girl against a skilled adult fighter armed with nothing but the ability to make him feel her pain. The focus on the bodily sensation of both of them, the attacks faltering with jolts of pain, it all just sings. If nothing else, the fight has made me a bit less nervous about Claw, as WB's demonstrated that he can make action with relatively non-fantastical combatants work.
But the fantastical stuff is used really well; Darlene being able to feel Red's movements even while she's blinded, using it to predict his attacks and know when he's about to falter, makes her defeating a combat thinker feel earned instead of contrived. And her willingness to injure herself, to reach into her own wounds to make him stumble, works so well for a Heartbreaker. @lakesbian once talked about how if Alec was in a real physical fight he wouldn't start stancing up or throwing punches, he'd either swing the nearest heavy object at your head or start clawing at your eyes. Its this fight more than anything else that sold me as Darlene being Alec's sister.
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Again, its not like WB can't write good action with Victoria. But it's like he has to strain every writing muscle he has to make her fights interesting. Writing Victoria as his main POV in action scenes feels like he's wearing weighed anklets while running in the sand, everytime he writes action with someone else he's soaring.
[id: “I’m Heartbreaker’s kid,” she said.  “I’m not as powerful, but I’m better, because he was horrible.  You shouldn’t have fought me.  That was stupid.” end id]
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honestly can’t wait for that mercenaries series😜 really need myself some tyler rake, six, and llyold hansen to start the day🙈 anddddd do you have any spoiler to tell about? hehe 😉
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Lloyd stalks into the kitchen.
“Am I wrong? Or does this chick collect mercenary cock like it’s her damn job?”
Six frowns and Lloyd catches it. “Don’t you fucking give me that face, Gentry. Don’t make me the bad guy and you the unbothered Buddha fucking peacekeeper.” He points a finger at him. “You’re just as pissed.”
“She hasn’t given us anything to be pissed about, Hansen,” he retorts. “She was obviously in shock.”
Lloyd growls, grabbing the full bottle of bourbon off the counter and swigging it. He wipes his mouth, leaving an audible scrape from his thick stubble. “What do you think they’re doing in there?”
“Catching up?”
Lloyd snorts. “Catching up by fucking, you mean! Did you see the way she was looking at him? Like the goddamn second coming.”
Six drops down into a chair, swiping an open red wine bottle off the table and taking a hearty sip. It’s acidic. There are little flecks of cork, but he drinks it all the same. His muscles are aching from the earlier fight. He needs a few painkillers, but also doesn’t want to risk passing by them in the living room. “She thought he had died, Lloyd. That’s all. It was shock.”
“Jesus,” Lloyd runs his fingers through his dark hair. He wraps those full pink lips around the bottle neck of whiskey and takes another pull before it hangs limp in his grip. “Did you hear her?” In a high-pitched imitation of 33, he says. “God Rake - you were dead! I saw you die. Oh fuck baby.”
“She didn’t say that.”
“She did.”
“Not like that.”
Lloyd makes a rough, frustrated noise.
“She belongs to us,” he mutters - the words are tight as a hiss. “I don’t give a fuck if her 6’5 ex has decided to come back from the dead.”
Lloyd’s tone makes Six pause. He cocks his head, regarding the brunette with a sharp new clarity. “You’re scared.”
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Mezzo - 05 - Glass of Gasoline
Pairing: mshenko | Rating: M Tags: Canon-typical violence, trauma, dealing with your problems poorly, body autonomy struggles   Summary: The twists and turns of ME2, through the eyes of everyone but Commander Shepard. Chapter Summary: Omega lets Sam Shepard off the chain.   Thank you to @sinvraal for betaing!
Chapter 5: Glass of Gasoline | Read on Ao3
02 November 2185, Omega Nebula, Sahrabarik System, Omega
Shepard shouldn’t be struggling with biotics. The implant insertion had been flawless. Every scan showed it was communicating with his nervous system exactly as designed. If anything, the biosynthetic fibers used to repair his nervous system should improve his ability to tap the gravity well, and the advancements in implant technology should increase the strength of his fields considerably.
He shouldn’t be struggling.
Perhaps this should not be troubling Miranda more than Shepard nonchalantly agreeing to stroll across a bridge dressed as a mercenary, in plain view of a vigilante shooting anyone who comes into scope, but thankfully Archangel isn’t stupid. The moment Shepard puts a shotgun into the back of a Blue Sun and opens fire, not one sniper bullet strikes his shields.
Archangel is indeed in trouble, just as Aria told them, and those who are drowning tend not to question lifelines.
Except Shepard, who has questioned everything Miranda has offered. Her attempts to ask about the implant’s performance have been swiftly rebuffed, but she can feel every futile twist and churn he makes in the gravity well. At best his corona is no more than a pale glimmer, a weakening flame desperately seeking oxygen.
It was perfect. You were perfect.
Well, not quite. The scarring still remains. Easily repairable if she still had access to the Lazarus lab, less so on the Normandy, but still possible. A few more weeks, and that, too, would have been rectified. There would have been no visible sign of her work. 
Damn Wilson and his short sightedness.
Shepard has been right at her fingertips for two years. Height, weight, body temperature, blood pressure, heart rate, metabolic rate, all of it. She is more intimately familiar with the body of Sam Shepard than she ever will be with a lover.
But she has no baseline for him.
Even without the biotics, he still fights like the Alliance’s hero. Alliance Ns are a sight to behold, and all of Shepard’s muscle memory remains intact. He is swift, brutal, with no fanfare or showmanship. Just a hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips that chills her right to the bone whenever she glimpses it behind his faceplate.
Miranda is well-equipped to handle herself but she is no soldier, and this is a battlefield. For all her skills and all her training, it is Jacob and Massani, the former Blue Sun with a grudge they had recruited upon arrival at Omega, who carry the weight of the fight.
She checks the right corner as they enter the ground floor of the shipping warehouse where Archangel chose to make his stand, gagging at the sickening rot of death inside. Blood stains the floor, some blue, some red. A row of bodies lie hastily covered under tarps. Scouring mars the walls, with overturned furniture forming a hasty barricade. 
She is so caught on the sight of it all she doesn’t spot the mercenary on her left until Shepard yanks her out of the way and unloads with his pistol. A body hits the ground with a thud and a squelch. She didn’t see him switch to the pistol from his shotgun. Surely there hadn’t been time. But the man who would have killed her now lies in a pool of his own blood, and Shepard is already moving up a set of stairs towards Archangel’s perch on the second floor, her brush with death already forgotten.
“Massani, watch the entrance,” he barks over his shoulder.
“Goddamn right,” Massani replies, checking his heat sink. Combat is comfortable on him, like being in his armor is more natural than being out of it. But he still wears it, unlike Shepard.
Shepard becomes it.
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yaraneechan · 9 months
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So when both Dimple and Ritsu asked about why Mob doesn't use his powers more and tried to push him to do so, he said that psychic powers can't be used to get muscles.
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Let's unpack that actually, because its not exactly right and there's like a mini arc about it.
First, Tsuchiya doesn't count because she got her muscles from training. her powers make her stronger but still.
Then there's...mercenary...Joseph's coworker.... *checks wiki* Udo!
so he's the first introduction to using psychic powers to get muscles, he gets jacked on command.
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Shibata says "you're the same type as me", so we know he also gets jacked on command and has real form that's smaller that we didn't see yet. They do it by sending signals to muscles to expand them, the "Psycho steroid" technique.
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after Shibata's fight against the bi club and him passing out, Musashi mentions that Shibata's muscles are shrinking, but it is during the final arc that we finally get an omake showing histrue form
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the conclusion to this side arc is during Shibata vs Musashi fight with Musashi won both because he with psychic-ly made muscles lost to a 15 year old with properly trained muscles. (and Dimple using them to their full potential/100%)
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and also because the power of friendship helped. watching Mob try so hard gave them all courage
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There's a parallel to the Ritsu vs Shimazaki fight of the moral of hard work being more fulfilling than relying on talent or abuse of power/authority (Ritsu: cleanup/ Shimazaki and Shibata: world domination)
Musashi's "attacking someone weaker than you.... that's why I won't hand over Kageyama to you"
Ritsu *refusing Shimazaki's offer to join their side*: your struggle to live an enjoyable life..your sweat...your tears... it's this lifestyle to wholeheartedly follow your goals that I wanted. living happily, I'm not gonna give that up!"
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anathemafiction · 1 year
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Helloooo! I was wondering how do the ROs measure up self esteem wise? Like how do they see themselves? Do they think they’re attractive? Ugly? Why? What’s their favorite and least favorite quality about themselves? Please answer as much or as little as you want! Thank you <3333
Hadrian is close to oblivious to his own good looks. He doesn't suffer from any self-esteem issue, nor is he self-conscious about any part of himself — he just doesn't feel any sense of pride about it either. He's never really thought about it. He didn't have a reason to for most of his life. 
Now that he's a mercenary and experiencing more of the world... he's starting to become more aware of his appearance, but so far, Hadrian is still pretty clueless. He's a conventionally attractive man, but I don't think he'd called himself so. He wouldn't call himself ugly, either. To him, he's just... he's Hadrian. 
Alessa isn't so oblivious. She knows she can attract eyes, and that's something she has used to her advantage before. She doesn't like it very much, though. Alessa would rather not be noticed a all, and she does a pretty good job of it. As what she thinks of herself? Alessa likes her eyes and she likes her body — because it's healthy and able, and she can run fast, jump or duck, or do whatever she needs to stay alive. 
She... tolerates her hair. She's seen women with long, midnight locks of silky hair, and jealousy is for fools, but Alessa felt something akin to it. Sometimes, while she's brushing her hair, she wishes it could be longer and darker and softer too. She wishes her hands, scarred and wounded, could be as delicate as those noblewomen. She wishes...
But wishing is for fools, and Alessa wishes nothing at all. 
Alain thinks himself extremely handsome. It's not even a front, the man really believes it. And, to be fair to him, he is. He looks good, he feels good, Alain has no self-esteem issues — not when it comes to his looks. 
Ysabella is very much like Alain, although she wasn't always so. As a young girl, she wished she could have freckles — she wished it so hard for months on end. But then freckles weren't half as important as having a bottom nose, all delicate and full and so unlike hers. She prayed every night by her window, with her eyes shut tight, but alas, the Lord never granted her a different nose. It didn't matter though, because young Bella saw a beautiful, beautiful girl with braided golden hair, and oh! She suddenly wanted hair the color of gold too. 
With time, Ysabella stopped wishing for any other body than hers. Which wasn't very hard to do when you look like her. She likes what she sees in the mirror, although, I wouldn't say Ysbaella considers herself beautiful. Charming, yes. Lovely, even, but not beautiful. But there's no one part of herself that she'd change. 
The Pirate King doesn't think he's particularly good-looking, but that doesn't matter a bit because attractiveness, he's found, comes from how one carries himself. And there are few things women answer as strongly as confidence. He's scarred, his hair is wind battered, his skin rough from the sun, his teeth crooked in places — and even so, the Pirate walks with a swagger, hands firm on the handles of his axes, and he doesn't feel a little bit ashamed. 
Plus, he thinks he's got a great sense of style. He isn't ugly, and if there's one thing he likes about himself is his muscles. He knows he looks good naked. Other than that... if fate had granted him just a little bit of extra height, he wouldn't have opposed it. 
Neia is an interesting one. On one hand, she's very aware of the effect she has on women. She doesn't need to try very hard to win someone to warm her bed, it usually just entails a sharp look, a slow smile, and a nudge of the head. On the other hand, Neia barely looks in the mirror. She just doesn't care. She has a deep scar on her cheek, twisting her lip in a perpetual snarl, and she couldn't care less. She has broad shoulders, thick thighs, and harsh hands, so unlike what's expected of women — and again, she thinks nothing of it. 
Has she been called ugly? No, but who would call the head of the Inquisitor anything but "Your Excellency"? But if some suicidal fool did call her ugly, Neia would think nothing of it. She wouldn't call herself that, though. 
Lance will tell you he has no balms about his appearance. Look at him, he'd say, with his arms opened wide. Look at his vest, his hair, and the gold on his tooth. He wants to be seen, and why would one want to be seen if one didn't think one was worth seeing? His smile is wide and pleasant, his eyes amused, and you wouldn't think for a moment that the spy was lying. 
But lying he would be because Lance has parts of himself that he doesn't like. Or maybe like isn't the right word. There are parts of himself that Lance can't even look at. Is he ashamed of them? He is. Would he change them? In a heartbeat. 
Does he consider himself handsome? He does not. But, then again, what do looks matter when compared with talent? And if there's one thing Lance knows he has, is talent. 
Rafael thinks he's... Rafael doesn't like to think about himself much. To be honest, the bastard doesn't think he's very good-looking, no, but in the grand scheme of things, that doesn't matter much. His character flaws — his choices — are the things Rafael is truly ashamed of. So what if people don't like his hair or insult his goatee, or say his cloak needs replacement? He'll sneer at them, maybe throw an insult or two, and put them off his mind. 
He doesn't care. He doesn't care at all. But he flinches every time, and when he's talking to someone he finds attractive, Rafael will sometimes have trouble holding their gaze. And he avoids smiling too, because there's a gap in his teeth, and when he takes off his shirt, he's aware he's too scrawny. He's too goddamn—
Doesn't matter though. To hell with them all. Rafael doesn't care.
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droolfang · 6 months
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venus fangs oc masterpost
gonna try and list my characters for y'all, will update as need be!! by no means comprehensive.
SETTING: Worth Her Weight In Gold (WHWIG)
planned fantasy novella full of wg/tf/tg shenanigans. Mostly the adventures of Amandine (a 7 foot tall draconic princess who is "worth her weight in gold" and thus fattened magically by would be ransomers) and her retainer Olivier (a transgender mommydom in the form of a nervous beanpole gentleman)
Character: Amandine
she/her, bratty princess, sometimes a dragon
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Character: Olivier
he/she? depending on context. Amandine's nervous retainer
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Character: Elizar
he/him, mercenary who kidnapped Amandine for ransom
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Character: Daire
he/she? depending on context. kink wizard hired by Elizar to fatten Amandine
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SETTING: southern fried slasher verse
characters i have with my partner based in the nebulous american south who kill and eat people
Character: Elvis
he/him, bartender and serial killing vampire
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Character: Mitch
she/her, vindictive slasher tranny
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SETTING: grizzoli's
series of erotic short stories involving the members of the vampiric grizzoli's circus as they hunt magical artifacts and fuck nasty
Character: Antoni
he/him, but maybe she/her??? prettyboy vampire bottom
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Character: Dolby
she/her, tgirl hired muscle
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Character: Mel
she/her, vampire apex predator
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SETTING: d seas
pirate shenanigans w my partner
Character: Sargasso
she/her, dark magic pirate mob boss
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Character: Grimleash
she/her, sargasso's left hand, bsdm pirate, tgirl with the strap representation
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Character: Juno
he/him, demigod of the sun, hedonist and egotist
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Character: Bax
he/she, closeted trans girl and all around backstabbing slut rogue
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Character: Hound
he/him, Bax's brother, put-upon noble warrior who has just been fired
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Character: Invicta
she/her, bax and hounds overbearing mother, pirate warlord
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SETTING: science
mad scientist shenanigans with my partner
Character: Esme
she/her, body-mod snake woman, loves unethical experiments
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Character: Ivar
he/him, stoner tboy lab assistant who oozes black ichor
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Character: Mandel
all pronouns, bug who's happy to be here
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SETTING: gothic fantasy
gothic fantasy shenanigans with my partner
Character: Desmond
he/him, vampire saint who keeps a woman in a cage
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Character: Labrador
she/her, dream demon and noblewoman
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OTHERS
Character: Marlow
she/her, govt assassin with superpowers
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Character: Sable
she/her, office feedee
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Character: Mordere
she/her, rat eating vampire lord
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Character: Lillith
she/her, ancient vampire businesswoman
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Character: Prim
she/her, lilliths familiar and airhead
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Character: Vervaine
they/them, partyslut toxic alien
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Character: Hugo
he/him, galactic fugitive with a body horror parasite
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Character: Sagitta
he/him, alien warlord
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Character: Frolick
she/her, frivolous chimera
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Character: Cowsona
she/her.... my sona.... sometimes a dragon, or even a mouse
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fangbangerghoul · 2 months
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I was tagged by @silurisanguine to do an OC chart! I finally got to it!
Fandom: Starfield
Role: Spacefarer, Starborn.
BASICS
Full Name: Carmilla Imada
Nickname(s): Ghoul, just Ghoul
Pronouns: She/ they
Sexuality: Bisexual
Occupation and Titles: Imada's Blade, Mercenary, Argos, failed Chef, Starborn
Birthday & Age:  10/31, current age 28
Physical description: short, thick, and defined. Height at about 5' 2", muscles filled in with her thicker manner.
Clothing style: Loose but form fitting outfits. Olive drab greens, blacks, reds. Mostly covering her body and hiding her blades.
BACKGROUND
Orphaned at 8, her parents failed to pay a debt that landed them dead and her left on the streets of Neon City. She was eventually picked up by Masako Imada and 'adopted' (no real records were kept). She was trained from the age 10 till the time she left to 'handle' family business in the ways her 'caregiver' would request. (assassinations, intimidation, hacking, after a certain age bartering pleasure) She escaped after going on a rage (killing and destroying a business deal that would have greatly benefited the company) and tried to travel as far as she could with what limited funds she had. (She has had a large sum bounty on her head ever since) She used her skills to be undercover to get into a UC culinary school where she failed miserably before coming to the mining operation Argos. Most of her life after Ryujin Industries has been on the run and in hiding, until she runs into Constellation.
COMBAT & SKILLS
Preferred fighting style: Hand to hand combat, shadows, surprise attacks, and anything that allows her to use her brute force. (it's how she gets her anger out)
Favorite weapon(s): Daggers, her collection of blades she picks up.
Special skills: High stealth skills, high persuasion skills, high security skills. She also knows a lot about the insides of what goes on within the businesses of Neon Core.
RELATIONSHIPS
Family: Biological parents dead. Her 'adopted' mother only viewed her as a tool so there isn't much there.
Love interest: Love? Ghoul enjoys pleasure and doesn't allow people to get to close. However, she has found peace around several people for a limited time. (Delgado, Sam, honorable mentions; Valentine, Anton)
Best friends: Her first best friend was killed for being accused as a spy. Now the closest she has gotten is probably Andreja, Vladimir, and Mr. Valentine.
PERSONALITY
Positive traits: Aware, Intelligent, She got that dog in her
Negative traits: Stubborn. Impulsive. Apathetic in a lot of cases.
Likes: Crushing skulls, gouging eyes, also the thrill of the chase.
Dislikes: Government agencies, being forced into a box, being lectured
Fears: Being forced to return to Ryujin and work for her mother.
Guilty Pleasure: Children's plushies, she keeps a small collection of them within her captains locker to visit time and time again.
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sanchomps · 4 months
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i’m actually so obsessed with your exo art and exo ocs to an extreme degree, is there anywhere you’ve written more about them?
first off, thank you for the interest in them!!! quick note, i only own one exo, everyone else belongs to my friends (i will note which belongs to who!). i've actually braced myself for the day i get this kind of ask because frankly i never write, i like making pictures on vague concepts alone. we all don't have a concrete 'story' or setting for them, these exos exist and we put them in situations and mash them together like barbie dolls for fun in discord DMs
as such answering this is long overdue but thankfully i too am obsessed with these 👇 guys a lot and they've been occupying my mind for a good 2-ish years now. these are brief descriptions to give you the quick rundown on each exo, and a fun relationship chart by the end! alright now let's get into it
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AUDAX-16 | belongs to me :]
stubborn, grouchy and blunt. despite his battered and exhausted look, he's extremely resilient. he could take better care of himself though. he has a strained connection with the light, some limbs (left arm and leg) don't regenerate well on rez and his control of the light is unwieldy.
audax is a lightbearer but not associated with the vanguard. instead, he's employed under spider's syndicate as a mercenary. coworkers with vespula.
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VESPULA-7 | belongs to @grimmblewick!
The Baddest Bitch in the Tangled Shore™, hired muscle for spider's syndicate, intimidation is her middle name. has opinions on her favorite soap operas.
standing at 6'10 and a brick shithouse, she's an effective bodyguard. if that doesn't make her menacing enough, her thumb, middle and pointer fingers are sharp talons from the Karnestein armlets integrated in her forearms. you can hear her arrival by the loud as hell engines on her illegally modified sparrow.
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ATLAS-9 | belongs to @slimyteeths!
optimistic, overconfident and plucky. flexes his robot muscles at you at any given chance. most recent risen among the bunch.
atlas is part of the vanguard but doesn't agree with their militaristic approach. instead focuses his time and efforts assisting eliksni in europa to escape to other houses with variks.
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SILVER-7 | belongs to @panicbones!
can also call him sissel. his ghost sterling calls him sissy. polite and very posh, though awkward when meeting new people. will not cuss!!
sissel is a vanguard doctor who specializes in exo health. very dedicated to learning what he can and can take this pursuit to extremes. he's done unethical actions in the process.
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finally the Relationship Chart
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hope these enlighten a bit on each of our ocs :] i'm not elaborating on finer details, that's for you to figure out 🤫
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What do Cephany and Tungston mean to each other?
gonna do kind of a Before and After for both of these goobers because me and my Boyfriend talked about it real quick.
Before: When Cephany first met Tungston, it was all business. Granted Cephany has no experience in the field of mercenary work, she knew she needed hired muscle after becoming both wanted under the "Hijax" alias, and hunted down by other mercenary groups and L.A.W for her bounty and arrest. Tungston's whole stance on the matter of being her body guard was "More mercenary work, only this time it's different because it's only one person instead of a group of mercenaries, space pirates, or raiders" So to the big rock guy himself ,saw it no more as a contractual matter. Same thing applies to Cephany, only she's very stand-offish by him because she thinks he's a giant brute, and will expose her for her bounty at the end of their contract.
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After: After a couple of years of getting to know each other however, and that neither one of them sees that one doesn't want to exploit the other, both their opinions change very much! Cephany has the "He's actually a big softie once you get to know him" kind of opinion about Tungston. Talks for him (He's not much of a talker), very appreciative of his protection, Just sees him as her big buddy :))
And from my boyfriend (Creator of Tungston) himself, he says that Tungston's opinion about Cephany is "Protect squishy" word for word. Which in turn pretty much means that under all that rock, Tungstons got a soft and protective spot for Cephany. Doesn't think much about the contract anymore as much as "I need to protect her because she understands me more than most anyone has even "tried" to understand me"
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Thank you again for the ask! these two goobs have my whole art and I LOVE talking about them :')) And I luv monkey wrench for inspiring me to make alien ocs
Long story short, they mean the galaxy to each other :))
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marshmallowdarling · 2 years
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Hello again! Sorry about this but my friend and I were talking about what an yandere! Deathstroke would be like- thoughts??
No need to be sorry! I’m all about people requesting no matter how many times they do!!! I hope you don’t mind me doing this request first, I finally got some time to sit down and read after a hectic exam block and this one stuck out to me first, so I really wanted to do it ASAP!!
Honestly, I had to skim over some other fanfics and google his name AND THEN STILL I HAD NO CLUE WHO THIS PIECE OF DILF WAS! Until I saw something where he called night wing kid and it all rushed to me! How could I forget him! He was my guilty pleasure crush growing up!!!
This ended up getting a little long because of the scene I snuck in at the end (and yes I used a song from steven universe, I was listening to a slow dance playlist and it fit somehow with slade, also thinking of him watching steven universe is so cute!!) but I love it so- 
I will definitely write more for Deathstroke after this!!! I have so many ideas :D
✧2400 words ✧Deathstroke x Reader ✧SHE/HER pronouns
I hope you enjoy Bubs! ~Mwah
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✧Deathstroke or Slade Wilson is a semi-strict yandere in a way. He’s unbelievably lucid, he knows stealing you away and forcing you to stay with him is wrong, he’s a big bag scary villain so it’s obvious that you would try to kick and scream if your terrified of him. Though this makes his actions softer he does not tolerate you trying to pry and manipulate him. He has strict rules he expects you to follow because come on, he lets you scream profanities at him, and he understands your hesitance to eat anything, but he will not allow you to throw any food onto the floor and such like that.
✧He has bases galore, so he definitely is going to have you hidden in one with even his most close henchmen not knowing about you specifically but knowing that they need to make sure nobody goes in and nobody leaves. It’s not like Slade is going to give you any chances to escape tbh.
✧Slade definitely has his silent mercenary attitude with you, not really that intentional, he just doesn’t really know how to be ‘soft’ after his years of torturing and killing. Like, a man doesn’t get to his stature just willy-nilly, he’s a killing machine with muscles, brains and wit. Though compared to everyone else, your treated as soft as he can be. 
✧Don’t get it twisted he will put you in your place if you do anything wrong, he isn’t even opposed to snatching something out of your hand silently if you’re doing something his disapproves of, but he never yells at you and NEVER hurts you. 
✧On that note he would never try to do anything without your permission, away from the whole kidnapping part. The only reason why he kidnapped you in the first place was because he couldn’t risk making any sort of relationship with you in the outside world. People are always out to get him and therefore would target you, but he was itching to talk to you in any way, and after a particularly close call with a low life villain trying to square up to him, he knew he had to do anything to keep you safe. 
✧His military background does come up a lot when he’s strict, not too bad. No drop and give me twenty, but when he gives you THAT look… yea you stop whatever or do whatever he wants. (Dad/DILF vibes??)
✧Slade is such a dad and though he doesn’t realise it, it too also slips when he gets strict and even when he shows affection. At first you might not even realise when he is affectionate or gives you a lick of it but once you realise it, it’s kind of wholesome and cute? 
✧Head pats with a murmured praise appropriate with what you did, a pat on the back or shoulder or arm with a slight twitch of his lip if you squint. Once, you swear, you managed to catch him watching you with a raised brow with a small smile on his lips. 
✧Small silent gestures are also VERY big but not noticeable until you really look, food is always healthy and balanced but there’s not a lick of texture or ingrediencies you don’t like. The snack cupboard is always available, and he seems to leave out snacks you like just laying around while nodding to it when he passes by to make sure you know that you’re always allowed to have it. Books, pencils and sketchbooks are found on a shelf or in a cupboard, new but made to look like it was just coincidence that it was laying there. If you ever ask to use it or to have a snack he starts off the few times by saying something along the lines of;
“You’re allowed any food in the house without needing to ask.” 
Or  “You’re allowed to anything you find.” With a silent line of ‘but nothing that you could use to escape or hurt me.’
✧But after saying that a few times, if you keep asking just because your anxious or not sure he will give you a silent nod. 
✧He knows how to hack and code so letting you have a game console is a luxury you will have, as well as a nice flat screen TV. If he feels like your glued to them and you keep putting off eating and sleeping for them then he will take them away silently and push you to do something else.
✧Slade loves music but he himself doesn’t even know it, until you’re exploring the small apartment like base he has you in, and find an old half broken record player but you can’t seem to find any vinyls. When Slade comes home after work and is starting to undo his tie and peel away his suit jacket, you curiously start making conversation about the old thing. His eyes scan over it as he walks to the bedroom to take a shower and says that he forgot it was even there, he had gotten it from someone he can’t remember though he does remember it being in one of his cars for a while before he got fussed enough to dump it at this hide out when he was ‘visiting’ and let it fade out of his mind. 
After his shower you both talk about its condition over dinner and when the night winds down and he has a glass of whiskey on the rocks in his off hand while he’s leisurely sitting on a plush chair, you hint that you want to try and fix it. Hearing this he just takes a sip while assessing the damage of the broken thing, not dusty anymore as you had wiped it down, on the coffee table before he hums. A few minutes pass of you both drinking your beverage, yours a warm drink instead of alcohol, when he finally gets up and properly looks at the record player. He pries some broken pieces lightly with the tip of his fingers before giving a silent nod. When your face breaks out in a smile, he says it’s time for both of you to hit the sack. 
The next morning when you wake up, Slade has some breakfast on the stove and you both mummer pleasantries before devouring it. When you get to the lounge room though, you find a toolbox that should have enough to fix the record player, Slade comes in shortly after and doesn’t say anything about it and just talks about how he has to get ready for work. 
Now this can end in three ways; 
One- You successfully fix it without any help and some elbow grease
Two- You try and fail, you get frustrated and at the end fix it with pure spite.
Or 
Three- You try and fail, before trying some more and failing again. Slade will fix something behind your back and guide you in the right direction behind your back and then suddenly you have fixed it! (Even though you have a suspicion he helped)
In every way slade will have the same reaction, he will give you a head pat with a “Good Job” before doing a once over of your work and humming satisfied to himself a few times to tell you that it’s all good. You’re so happy that you fixed it that it doesn’t even pass by in your mind that there’s no vinyl to play when you go down to sleep that night, it only pops by in your mind the next day after Slade leaves early that morning and your stuck staring at it. 
Though that night when Slade comes home in a plain outfit (he always changes out of his Deathstroke armour before coming to the house and washes the blood off his skin quickly if he’s been killing) and you exchange greetings you both don’t talk about it, at dinner you both don’t talk about it either and also when you both settle into the routine of sitting in the lounge with your respecting drinks in your hands and that day you choose to read a book and sit in comfortable silence. You don’t need to pester him more about the record player, you think to give him a break but when you awake with no Slade in the house again two days in a row and you go to the lounge to watch TV with the breakfast he made for you, there’s a flat paper brown bag next to the record player. Breakfast now thrown out of your mind; you leave it on the table to get cold as you slowly open the brown bag to reveal a large new black vinyl. The smell of cardboard wafts as you bring the vinyl up to your nose to take a quick sniff, thinking it would’ve smelled like plastic instead but being pleasantly surprised, it smells something akin to an old book. There’s no note and no name on what the song is but you plug in the record player anyways and get ready to play it, there’s a few seconds of static and you don’t realise your holding your breath until the soft sound of a piano followed by a few other instruments filling the room makes you release it.
Surprisingly it’s not an old song, which really shouldn’t be that surprising, but its jazzy and it does have a soft vibe and it’s slightly muffled to make it sound cosy.
You sit there for a bit, finally getting comfy on the couch and placing the plate on your lap to eat the now cold breakfast, while listening to the song over and over. 
Slade had some work that needed to be done, so he had left early in the morning the past two days as well has coming home late last night so he thought to come home early on this day, just as the sun started setting to shine the world with soft hues of yellow and orange. 
What he didn’t think he would see was his darling swaying her body lightly to the song softly playing in the background, she look so ethereal with her hair slightly messy and her pyjama’s slightly crumpled, because who really wants to get dressed up every day to sit around the house?, with the hues of orange and yellow bouncing of their (S/C) skin and face, accentuating their features like their nose and cheeks.
He’s so taken back that the song doesn’t even register in his head until (Y/N) starts humming along. 
“I always thought I might be bad,
Now I'm sure that it's true, 
‘Cause I think you're so good,
And I'm nothing like you”
And when she starts actually singing, Slade falls even harder for her which he previously thought was impossible. 
“Look at you go, 
I just adore you, 
I wish that I knew,
What makes you think I’m so special…” 
Her voice annunciating the words perfectly, the letters practically rolling off her tongue like she knew all the words by heart makes her sound angelic. 
Slade knows that (Y/N) doesn’t adore him, he’s not delusional, he kidnapped her and keeps her without her will and he’s a fucking villain, but the last line felt like an actual question that was in her soul and the way she trailed off while looking off into the distance spurs him into action. He doesn’t know the words and can barely understand the instrumental, but he thinks he knows the rest goes roughly. 
The sound of his deep humming tangles in with (Y/N)’s and the record players startling her, but Slade doesn’t stop humming as he pushes off the door way and walks over to them slowly. 
“If I could begin to do,
Something right by you, 
I would do anything,
I would even learn to love” 
He clearly motions to hug her so encase she doesn’t want to she can push away, but she just lets him and when his body locks in place with (Y/N)’s like a puzzle, Slade feels all his worries wash away and it feels like he can finally breathe for once in his life. 
“When I see the way you look, 
Shaken by how long it took, 
I could do about anything,
I could even learn to love like you”
Slade starts rocking their body together slowly and (Y/N) can feel his chest rumble with his hums that start to loll them into relaxing into him. 
“Love like you,
Love me like you.”
When the vinyl ends abruptly with some scratching sounds, the pair just stay there a little longer. This is the first time they had hugged or done anything of the sorts, usually it was only shoulder or head pats, but Slade makes a mental screenshot of this moment. Just two lovers slow dancing to a record player. 
After this, Slade leaves his laptop on a page of vinyls for (Y/N) to pick a few while he calls out to her that he’s taking a shower in the meanwhile and he even pops home some days with a new vinyl out of the blue. 
Safe to say, they both end up having a huge vinyl collection of all types of songs that they cherish.
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