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topbanana-art · 5 months

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Finally making an OC info post- by no means is this all of them, just ones that are most active and/or live in my head rent free.

First up- Rhys (DnD 5e - Rime of the Frostmaiden)

20 years Old, Half Orc, Half Elf (sweet baby angel) , He/Him

Fighter- Echo Knight

Absolute Ray of Sunshine; Rhys is from Icewind Dale; more specifically the Nomadic Reghed Tribe of the Elk.

He's unfamiliar with the outside world and even includes settlements in his own country

He's a Himbo basically a big dog.

This campaign lead him to leaving his tribe for the first time after an unfortunate accident which turned him into a small 'painted child' and searching for his missing sister. (both these are sorted now!)

*Rhys found an old oil painting of this child, blacked out and next thing he knew he was that small elf child. Her skin and clothing having the texture of painted canvas, and bleeds paint.

For a good chunk of the campaign he was just a totally normal elf- whose shadow didn't match with the body

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Dhalas (DnD 5e Annalor)

36 Years Old, They/Him, Triton

Drunken Master Monk

Chill surfer dude vibes

Part of a travelling circus, They're a balancing act

Extremely laid back, Dhalas talks like they fight- dancing around, seemingly without rhyme or reason and occasionally clumsy.

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Foxglove (BG3)

138 Years old (tweaked her age a lil), She/They, Drow

Arcane Trickster Rogue

Guild Artisan Background- Locksmith & Apprentice Finesmith

Chill and sassy, that Tav who talks their way out of shit.

Skews Towards Chaotic Good

Presents Androgynous most of the time

Must lockpick everything- she's not actually super interested what's inside, she just wants to see the workmanship of the locks and trashtalk how bad they are.

Yeah she's smooching the vampire. (and Halsin)

Naturally cares for others, even at the cost of her own wellbeing.

Has a Phobia of anything touching/going near her eyes- so the start of the game is A Time for Fox.

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Arslan Dhoro (FFXIV)

21 Years Old (as of ARR), He/Them

Xaela AuRa

Dragoon - White Mage Main (All healer classes tbh)

Stoic, Resting Angry Face Himbo

He struggles to show emotion but he's just pretty shy and cautious about opening up to others.

From the Azim Steppe, he left in his early teens with his father after the death of his mother, to explore the world beyond the Steppe.

His Father Died in his late teens, attacked in Coerthas thinking he and Arslan were Dravanians.

He's extremely soft and protective for the Scions/his friends

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Shiv (DnD 5e Saltmarsh- campaign completed)

Awful, terrible lesbian

68 years old, She/Her, Halfling

Celestial Warlock - Unicorn Patron w/ a Baby Phoenix familiar, Toby

A piece of shit. Is an absolute asshole and wont let you know she cares.

Lowkey magical girl

Ex-smuggler, who's patron is literally 'I can fix her', 'she can be a better person'. Part of the 'Beyond Skeletons' Pirate crew, she's the medic of the crew.

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Pymmyr Tathnel (DnD 5e)

Pym

85 Years Old, He/They, Drow

Gloomstalker Ranger

Emotional Support Blink Dog, Princess Liquorice

This boy is scared all the time

Doesn't talk much, but speaks in a soft voice

Has disordered 'Sleeping' and Eating :)

His plague mask has tinted lenses to help ease the strain with how bright the surface is

I wont tell too much about them as a lot of their info is spoilers to other players. But this sad Drow just rocks up in my head on the regular.

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Erebus (Anima Beyond Fantasy)

AKA- My first TTRPG character! circa 2011-2 I think???

Real name Sho Yoshimitsu

22 Years Old, He/Him

Duk'Zarist Nephilim

Assassin

Textbook 'strong silent and intimidating hot man'

But basically a big soft boy if you break past the mile thick ice

Tragic backstory™ , used to using his body for the job

He really enjoys cooking!

Also hopelessly in love with a small soft summoner, Caelum (the one hugging him), They're RedxBlue gays

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I think I'll leave it there for now!

I may add more later, I hope it was interesting?? and I'm still pretty shy with yelling this much about my characters haha.

Thanks for reading if you made it this far! 💜

#gees ocs #oc info #oc art #my ocs #bg3 tav #ffxiv warrior of light #dnd character #sketchbook #my characters #art

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littledraga · 10 months

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Becile Birthday!

It’s @ask-the-becile-boys 11th birthday for the AU! Had to do something special for it! Not sure if this is it, but it’s what I did! It’s late, it’s only half edited, have fun with that. :p Thanks for keeping these funky dudes alive!

Maybe it was a little weird for Scratch to give Tatters a little scratch post a month after Christmas. It wasn't like her claws needed it, but no one said anything. And Tatters did like beating it up and napping on top of it.

When he got Locksmith mustache wax at the end of March everyone was confused. No one more than Locksmith himself. It was left with a card with a cake covered in candles. Odd? But who was he to turn down such a thoughtful gift?

Dee screamed when someone other than Hare knocked on her door. She threw open the door, intent on clawing at whoever was there. Instead of a person, there was a box with a bright bow. Inside were old records and a little bear with a loud sweater. Holding the teddy close, she looked around before slamming the door hard enough that some walls shook. Jazz filled the halls while she slowly danced around with her new little friend. It made the stifling heat as summer crept closer a little more pleasant.

Later, when summer was fully on them, Hare caught Scratch wrapping something in the lounge, struggling with tape that had gotten stuck on his shirt. Turning around this way and that, more and more tape unrolled and he huffed behind the respirator.

Hare huffed a small laugh as he walked over to take the tape before Scratch became a mummy.

"Whatcha got there?" He asked, trying to look over Scratch over his shoulder.

At first, Scratch tried to cover it with his body before his shoulders slumped. Sitting up, he offered a small wrapped box to Hare.

"I was going to wait until tomorrow, but I guess a day early won't hurt," he signed.

Taking the box, Hare tilted his head, looking at it carefully. "What is it?"

Scratch laughed enough his shoulders shook.

"It's a present. For your birthday." He paused and tilted his head a little.

"Power day? Turn on day?" He signed, not really sure what to call it.

Smoke billowed out of his cheeks.

"Wha? You remember sometin' like dat?" Looking at the wrapping paper, he scrunched his good eye.

"Uh, thanks?" He said before tentatively opening the small box. Inside were three small locks. More confused, he looked at Scratch.

He looked confused and tugged at his sleeves a moment before he explained.

'It's a lock picking kit. I know you've been practicing. So I thought you'd like some new locks." It may have made him a little uncomfortable, but he didn't think of Hare as a bad person. And he did seem to actually enjoy picking locks, just because.

Hare grinned, at least as much as his faceplate would allow.

"Thanks! 'Priciated." Hare shuffled a little from foot to foot, not sure what to do. Another quick thanks and he hurried off to put his new locks in his room.

It wasn't long after that that Scratch came up to Jack, looking nervous and holding a bag behind his back.

Jack was in the garden, watching the birds and twirling a blade of grass between his fingers, enjoying the freedom now that Riker had fixed his wires.

He noticed Scratch's shadow first. Turning around, he smiled warmly up at him and hopped to his feet.

"Good morning, Scratch! It's good to see you." He paused when he saw how nervous he was. "Are you alright?"

Scratch stalled a moment before quickly holding the bag out in front of him. Waiting for Jack to take it with a confused look, he finally explained.

"I wasn't sure what you would like. I hope it's okay?"

Blond curls bounced while Jack tilted his head.

"Oh? I'm sure whatever it is, it's lovely." Digging into the bag, Jack pulled out a short top hat and a new bow. They were older, and it showed, but still in good condition. His face split into a wide grin.

"Oh! These are lovely! Thank you, Scratch!" Holding them to his chest, he did look a bit confused.

"But I'm afraid I don't know the occasion? Surely it's not so late in the year it's Christmas again, is it? I haven't gotten you anything."

Scratch laughed, though mostly his shoulders just shook.

"It's to celebrate another year, Jack. From when you powered on first. A birthday," he signed, smiling as much as his limited face would allow.

"Oh my! I had completely forgotten about that! Thank you, Scratch! This is very sweet." Something for his first birthday since he was repaired.

"You're welcome! I need to wrap Skull's now. Take care!" Waving him off, Scratch hurried off back inside.

By now, the manor had caught on to what he was doing. So a few days later when Skull saw him from the corner of his eye while he was taking a rare moment to relax and knit, he put his needles down.

"Hey, Skull." Scratch lifted up another bag.

"Happy birthday. Or um wake up day? Or?" He still didn't know what to call it.

Skull watched him for a moment, pretending not to notice the bag in Scratch's hand.

"Birthday is fine." It was a human thing anyway.

"Thanks," he huffed. But before he could pick up the needles again, there was a bag in his lap. Looking up, he saw Scratch looking at him expectantly. Smoke curled from his neck as he sighed.

Looking inside the bag, he carefully pulled out skeins in various colours and a new set of needles.

"I know you have some yarn already, but I thought you might like having some new colours," he explained.

Skull's face softened. Or at least as much as his faceplate would allow.

"Thank you. They're good colours. And I did need some new knitting needles. I appreciate it." When Scratch beamed, he laughed. Just a single chuckle.

"You've been busy."

Which made the man beam more. Or as much as he could.

"Everyone deserves something good on their birthday. It's important!" He enthusiastically signed.

"We always had big parties when I was growing up."

Skull hummed at that. He wasn't sure he remembered any kind of birthday celebration. Even when Thaddeus was alive there were no celebrations at the manor. Frivolous things he would call them. But Thaddeus wasn't here anymore.

Things were quiet, for a little while. Then Scratch took to the kitchen at the end of July. He was cooking up a large batch of chicken and dumplings and sides. Something that had the robots peeking around the corner.

Hare spoke up first, walking over to look over Scratch’s shoulder as the man seasoned some chicken in a pan with what looked like dough in a bowl.

��This doesn’t look like a smoothie,” said Hare while he tried to figure out what was going on.

Scratch stopped long enough to quickly sign.

“Chicken and dumplings. It’s Riker’s birthday. So I thought I’d make him something while he was down in the workshop.”

Hare looked at Skull, who was still at the doorway. He just shrugged.

“Looks like a lot of work for someone that just eats ramen. When he eats,” huffed Hare, moving when Skull gave him a hard look. It wasn’t like it was his fault!

“It’s his birthday,” explained Scratch simply.

“Everyone needs to have something nice on their birthday.” And he was back to cooking away, leaving the two to look confused. It wasn’t like they had a lot of experience with birthdays.

After too long in the workshop, trying to keep the tools from getting too rusted to use, Riker nearly cried when he saw a banquet set out just for him. Scratch had to push him into a seat to get him to eat.

“Man, this is better than Ma's from when I was a kid.” Riker suddenly stopped, spoon halfway to his face to glance at Scratch who was looking rather proud of himself.

“Don’t ever tell her I said that.” As if anyone here would likely meet her, but a man couldn’t be too sure.

Scratched crossed his fingers over his chest before putting away the leftovers. At least Riker would be eating real food for a couple days.

A week later, Riker found himself cornered in the workshop by three robots. Even if they, probably, wouldn’t hurt him, it was still unnerving. Crossing his arms over his chest and a cigarette hanging off his lip, he watched them, waiting for some explanation as to why they were ganging up on him. Jack broke first.

“What do you do for birthdays?” He asked and stepped into the room, careful to give the workbench as wide a birth as he could.

He grinned a little, just a smidge. “It’s about Scratch’s turn, ain’t it?”

Hare huffed and followed Jack in.

“Yeah, and we wanna know what yer ‘sposed to do for a birthday.”

Riker just shrugged.

“Been a while. Mostly a lot of drinking, but I don’t think Scratch would be real interested in that,” he told them as he put out his cigarette.

“I’ve heard that people like surprise parties. Do you know about those?” inquired Jack innocently enough.

A brief memory and Riker shuddered. A surprise of people, never something he wanted. When the other three looked at him with concern, he quickly brushed them off.

“A surprise birthday party would mean keeping him out of the manor or at least part of it. Guess this place is plenty big enough. Normally they decorate the room, have cake and presents, and do stuff the birthday person likes,” he explained.

Tapping his chin, Skull thought that over for a moment. Smoke curled from his neck vents as he started to plan.

“Cake wouldn’t be a good idea. Scratch can’t eat it,” he reminded them.

When Hare shoved his hands into his pockets, pretending not to pout, Riker tried not to laugh.

“Probably a bad idea,” he agreed.

“But they have ice cream too. Could probably make him a shake?” he offered, leaning against one of the tables.

Skull looked up at that.

“There’s probably some kind of birthday milkshake. I’m sure I can find something.” With his mission decided, Skull made his way back upstairs.

“Well, that’s one thing settled,” huffed Hare, still looking sour.

“We could decorate the lounge?” offered Jack with a smile.

“We’ve seen movies. I bet we could do something spectacular!” When Hare perked up a little, Jack’s smile grew. Taking Hare’s arm, he gently tugged Hare away They had planning to do.

But at the door, Hare turned to look at Riker, pointing a gloved hand at him.

“We’ll get it planned, but you gotta keep him busy for a while, got it?”

Riker rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll tell him I need to check his leg or somethin’. Now get goin’. I need a drink.” he muttered as they all left. There was plenty to do.

It was hot when Scratch’s birthday came around, it was easy to get him down to the workshop for a look over. At least it was cooler in the basement levels.

“I haven’t been having any more trouble than normal,” he explained while Riker was looking the knee over. It may have been a cover, but it didn’t hurt to look while he had the chance.

“That’s good. Everythin’ looks fine. I just want to make sure I ain’t missin’ somethin’,” he explained. Eventually, Scratch got a clean bill of health. Or at least the machine part of him did. There was no way anything ‘living’ was going to be healthy here. But still, Riker kept looking. At least until he heard three bangs on the floor above him.

“Looks like you’re right as rain!” He sarcastically cheered as he backed up to let Scratch get to his feet as he put his tools away.

“Why don’t we head up and get something to drink? Should be something cold in the fridge.”

Scratch nodded and would wait for Riker.

“Wish I could eat popsicles,” he signed while they walked.

“Used to be the best part of summer.”

“Ya know, that does sound pretty good,” he agreed as they walked.

“But I can think of something better.” As Scratch looked to him for an answer, Riker stepped into the lounge and waited for him.

Inside was a messy banner that had ripped in three places when they tried to hang it up. A few messily wrapped boxes sat on the coffee table as well as two oversized shakes covered in tiny sprinkles.

Everyone, save Dee, who refused to come downstairs, was waiting for him. Jack was smiling brightly.

“Happy Birthday!” They all said at once, some with more enthusiasm than others.

Scratch stood still, looking at everything. His remaining eye teared up.

“Thank you,” he signed once, twice, and again, and again. There was static from the vent. It was hard to tell if it was laughter or a sob.

Skull stepped over with his gift, handing it to Scratch.

“You told us birthdays were important,” he reminded him as he pressed the wrapping paper into his hand. Inside was a box set to an anime Scratch had been talking about.

Scratch took his time with each gift, gushing with everyone. Even Locksmith was at least, mostly, agreeable for the party. He’d be up late with his new anime and shipping on yet another birthday cake shake. Best birthday.

#becile bots #spg #birthday

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bergeronprocess · 1 year

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My Winter 2023 anime reviews! I was waiting to write these until UniteUp! finished its run, which it now has, so...here we go!

Discussed below the cut: UniteUp!, Nijiyon Animation, The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague, Handyman Saitou in Another World, Buddy Daddies, Soaring Sky Pretty Cure

This past season, I actually watched a lot of shows that were primarily about men or boys! That's kind of unusual for me, but I had a good time. I even tried watching an isekai. More on that later.

I'll start with UniteUp! actually. This is my sleeper hit of the season. It was plagued by covid related production delays - which actually led to them putting out some interesting "behind the scenes" episodes to fill the air time that had already been set aside for the show. It's an idol show, but it's different because I feel like they are a bit more realistic about the Idol Business compared to, say, Love Live (which I am also a fan of, I'm not hating). The characters are all really charming, even if sometimes I forgot all of their names lol ensemble cast problems, and the music is really good (especially the Crossfire theme song). The concerts and dancing are animated really well - they're of course using CGI there, but that makes it look really realistic and accurate. I haven't heard much chatter about this show, although Cy from Anime Feminist was effusive in their praise of it, and I just want more people to watch UniteUp!

Since I just mentioned Love Live, I also watched Nijiyon Animation. Cute, super-short length episodes based on 4koma comics. lt was like a fun little dessert every week lol. Nijigasaki is my favorite Love Live, so of course I loved it. It was also a nice farewell to Tomori Kusunoki as Setsuna.

The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague was a big ole nothingburger. Pretty much no character development actually happens and we're never really sure if the titular characters are even dating in the end. Basically the only thing that happens is the passage of a year. Anime Feminist also pointed out the weirdness of the "if Himuro gets a fever, he turns into a little boy" thing, especially that scene where he is in little boy form and then accidentally pins Fuyutsuki to the bed in her hotel room and they have that blushing "ooh, oh no~" reaction that would be just...much less weird...if the guy wasn't literally in a child's body at that moment. At least there was a lot of cat content in this show, but near the end of its run I was just like "ugh, I'm frustrated with the lack of progression here but I feel like I need to see it through to the end."

Another show that had some pacing issues was Handyman Saitou in Another World, the one isekai I watched! It did have a cool premise and I like how Saitou can apply his practical 21st century knowledge of locksmithing and such to the generic medieval high fantasy style premise place. I liked Raelza too (she's played by Ai Fairouz, who is fabulous in every role I've heard her in) and there were some interesting elements. I just feel like we spent too long on the side story with the ninja and the witch. This guy loves this woman so much even though their "meet cute" wasn't so much cute as kinda creepy?! He steps on her shadow so she can't move and then kisses her? Yikes! Their story takes multiple episodes to resolve and I'm just like can we get back to the main quartet PLEASE? I did like the other adventuring parties we meet, especially the big buff dude who has a crush on Saitou. Now, the fact that death can potentially be reversed in this world did lead to some of the "oh no! This character died" story beats feeling hollow since they were always followed by "well hold on, we'll just do a revival spell" or whatever. And there is some fanservice that might as well have come with a big ole "You're not the target audience here, Emma" sign on it. Overall, I am not sorry I watched it, and I think it's a cut above the dime-a-dozen isekais that are pumped out every season, but it had its issues.

I loved Buddy Daddies. It's so much more than just "modern Spy x Family"! Kazuki and Rei are both relatable in very different ways, Miri is probably a more realistic depiction of a child her age compared to Anya (I am not a parent though), it was always fun to play "Which car is this person driving" (Ogino's Chrysler 300 is definitely an odd choice still lol) and I feel like it had a nice ending. It didn't treat its adult women characters super well - when Anime Feminist described Yuzuko as getting fridged, I was like yeah...you're right. And then Misaki was really trying to do better and atone for her mistakes, but she gets hit with the double whammy of cancer and her sudden murder. Damn. At least Miss Anna got out okay. I like to wonder what happens when Rei's dad kicks the bucket. Does he then immediately inherit the organization and the giant estate? He obviously has no interest in it, so what would he do with it all? Probably just burn down the estate and disband the organization, right?

And finally, it's the Pretty Cure series that finally did it, that finally got me Precurepilled...it's Soaring Sky Pretty Cure! I tried watching Delicious Party episode 1 last year, but between the art style and the "weird magical desert place that the battle happens in," I just couldn't vibe with it. But phew, Soaring Sky is SO good. I love the art, I love the characters, it's all just so much fun and enjoyable. I like to try to watch it first thing on Sunday mornings. It's obviously still running right now and we haven't even been introduced to Cure Butterfly yet, let alone the midseason Cure (an aged-up Ellee maybe?), which means there is a lot still to do. Also I have a theory that Yoyo is the mysterious hero who inspired Sora back in the day. Like she used to be a Cure herself, perhaps. That would be fun.

Other than Skip and Loafer and the second part of G-Witch, spring is looking pretty sparse for me, so...all the more reason to keep watching older Pretty Cure seasons, right? I'm working on Kira Kira and want to watch Star Twinkle after that!

#uniteup!#nijiyon animation #the ice guy and his cool female colleague #handyman saitou in another world #buddy daddies #soaring sky precure

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oonajaeadira · 3 years

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What Do You Want. (Thief x Locksmith 1)

Fandom: Casillero del Diablo Wine Commercials. You heard me.

Pairing: The Thief x f!reader

Rating: T

A/N: I’M SORRY, I COULDN’T HELP IT. Not really proofed, just a little banged-out drabble.

Summary: The thief needs your help and he knows how to get it.

(gif by pajamasecrets)

You’re having some idle thoughts about meals for the upcoming week or the tomatoes in your backyard garden or some such thing, something innocuous, something that is easily washed aside as you step up to the back door of your shop. Just as you’re about to put the key in the lock, you notice just the hint of something different, a tiny scratch perhaps or a nick...and you roll your eyes and sigh.

He’s here.

Unlocking the door and letting it swing open you know exactly what you’ll see when you flick the lightswitch.

“What do you want, thief.”

Click.

Yup.

There he is. Lounging in the armchair you keep in the back storage when you want to sit someplace sound-dampened to work on a complicated lock. Well-groomed hair and beard--shot through with enough grey to keep you interested--and wearing a ridiculously elegant smoking jacket. His job was somewhere bougie tonight then it seems.

He smiles benignly up at you. “What gave it away?”

“Locks are my thing, you idiot.” You kick the door closed behind you as you throw your keys in your bag.

“You’ve called me a thief and an idiot in the space of thirty seconds. Got any more? Something nicer?” He pats his thigh. “Come sit. I brought you a present.”

“Oh yes. That is exactly what a locksmith wants in her shop. Stolen goods. I have a business to run here.” You pirouette for him, showing off your common jeans and sweater. “This is my life, Mr. Swank. I work for a living.”

“Come sit.”

Goddammit.

You stare him down, finally deciding to place your purse on a shelf--away from him and away from the door--before walking over, your high tops squeaking against the concrete floor and stopping between his unspeakably expensive leather loafers.

Crossing your arms across your chest, you glare down at him, the single overhead light pulling hard shadows over you both. “Tell me what you want first.”

“I told you,” he reaches up, curling his big hand around your wrist, pulling gently, exerting hardly any force but just enough to rock you forward where you have to cave in on him, “I brought you a present.”

Once you land in his lap, your arms thrown out to his shoulders to stop you from falling right into him, he gives you a grin that he knows you’d love to slap right off his face but that you’d never bring yourself to do.

His hand weaves between your arms, going into his breast pocket, and coming out with a dainty gold chain with pendant on it. It catches the light beautifully and you sit up on his knee and hold out your hands in wonder as he reverently lays the pendant in your palm, letting the chain drape over your fingers as he gives it over completely to you.

The pendant isn’t large, but because of that, it is excruciatingly detailed. A gold locket in the shape of a heart--well, one side is gold. The back is made of crystal and you can see through to the pinions of the miniature locking mechanisms inside. Reaching down to the necklace’s clasp, there’s a tiny golden key attached there that fits the locket, and as you insert it and twist, you can see the mechanisms actually working. The locket doesn’t open...it’s just a mechanical wonder for show. But it is stunning.

When you look up to him, he’s studying you, watching every small tick and micro-movement of your face, reading you the way he is trained to do. “I knew you’d love it.” Then he swoops it out of your hands, unclasping it and fastening it around your neck.

“I told you,” you warn him, “I don’t want any stolen goods! This is going to attract attention!”

He nods as he finishes the clasp. “It will. But not because it’s stolen. Had it made special.” Using one crooked finger, he slowly pulls the neck of your sweater open and drops the pendant inside where it lands perfectly between your breasts. Then he lays a hand on it gently, smiling, proud of himself for choosing the perfect length of chain. “It’s one of a kind.”

“Huh,” you scoff, sarcastically preempting him, “like me, I suppose.”

Those dark eyes crinkle at the corners as he pulls you in against him, your forehead cradling in against his cheek. He knows you like this. Knows you crave being held. Knows you like running your fingers over anything fine and fancy he comes around in. Knows that someday you’ll budge.

“Thank you,” you offer softly as you graze a knuckle through his scruff, grateful...but also knowing. “What do you want.”

“Can’t I just bring you something nice?”

“What do you want.”

You can feel his cheeks bulge in a smile against your forehead. “You worked on the Lewiston safe, didn’t you?”

“No.”

“I know you did.”

“Oh, I know you know that I did. I was answering your next question.”

“I don’t need the combo. Well, not the whole thing. Maybe just a hint. Keep it challenging.”

“I already answered you.”

“I know,” he touches your chest, the smooth bulge of the pendant sliding between your breast and the sweater. “But you’re going to tell me anyway, aren’t you.”

You sigh.

Dammit.

Yeah. You will.

Of course you fucking will.

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PART 2 I Know You Can Do It (Thief x locksmith)

LOCKSMITH SERIES MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

Beautiful art of our Thief from my friend Maia over at @shite-art! (Original post can be found here.)

taglist: @14mcmd1122 @cannedsoupsucks @extraterrestrialdork @goblinsimp @grogusmum @pedro4ever @thisshipwillsail316 @adriiibell @feralhotmess @kotemorons @kirsteng42 @princessxkenobi @justreadingthings @kirsteng42 @ohlawdthebirds @javierpinme @heavenseed76 @blackmarketmummy @writeforfandoms @janebby @grumpymuffinmama @c-a-v-a-l-r-y @toomanystoriessolittletime @neonvagabond @thirstworldproblemss @jediknight122 @mando-amandk @pbeatriz @red-velvet-panda @luthientinu @midnightartemis @Prostitute-robot-from-the-future @hypnoash @fromthedeskoftheraven @dihra-vesa @tintinn16 @lowlights @kirsteng42 @likes-good-reblogs-even-better @elegantduckturtle @luxmundee @honestly-shite @raspberrymama @mswarriorbabe80 @greeneyedblondie44 @ezrasbirdie @chatterbean @liviiii98

#thief!pedro #i'm sorry i couldn't help it

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artemissoteira · 2 years

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1 3 8 & 26 for moss

thanks Ozzy!! moss my nightmare weasel child. (DND char askmeme here.)

1. what is their coffee shop order?

you think I know anything about coffee?? hm. moss gets like, a quadruple espresso or something that is. not to the extent of the stories about 20-shot monstrosities that go around here sometimes, but is still like, oh, damn, okay, someone's got an exam to study for.

they don't have an exam to study for, though. they live on frat row and unofficially audit courses at university so everyone assumes that's what's going on. they just need to go fast.

also they don't like the taste of coffee so they chug it as fast as possible. it's never occurred to them to get actual good tasting drinks instead they assume you just have to suffer through it.

3. would/do they know how to drive a car? are they/would they be good at it?

in duskvol the primary transportation is GOAT CARRIAGES bc horses are too expensive and let me tell you, the instant JD gives us a goat carriage moss is going to be driving it. they definitely don't know how to drive. this will not stop them in any way.

edit: did this already happen?? my blades notes are shit but I do have a vague memory of JD letting me claim there was a goat carriage nearby as a getaway flashback and I might have claimed moss could drive. but I think they had a weird conversation with the goats about it and they definitely don't drive like a person. I just had surgery so I can't be blamed either way whether this is true.

if they did learn to drive a car though, I think they would be a good driver, if a scary one. they would go really fast but still be in control. they would love highway driving. driving is a puzzle where you need to figure out how to get to your goal while in constant motion in a shared space of everyone else also moving towards their goals in very clear and structured ways. and you go fast. moss would love it.

if the weasel took control while driving though all bets would be off. Chase.

8. what is the most interesting thing that they regularly carry on their person?

hmm well they have bioluminescent mushrooms that grow behind their ears, but that doesn't really count as carrying. mechanically in blades you don't have to declare inventory until after you use something; they have a fine shadow silk robe that tucks shadows around you that they like to use. and last game they pulled out some kind of, like, soul anchor rock that they used to transfer a child's consciousness to a weasel, accidentally taking the weasel into their own consciousness in the process.

but regularly... I think they carry around dirt from the rooftops in different parts of the city. not a lot of dirt, they just like to make sure they have a little bit from everywhere in their pockets, to help stay rooted to where they are. they have a small pouch of dirt from the ghostlands, beyond the barrier, that they wear around their neck; they haven't opened it in years.

26. do they like to collect things? if so, what?

yes! they like old things, things with history, things that have lasted. what they do on frat row is go to frat parties and then disappear into the attics and poke around for things that are interesting or old or forgotten. sometimes they've been hired to do this in like a robbery way, but mostly it's for fun. they have a one-sided rivalry with a locksmith (Frank?) which I'm going to decide started when they did a slew of B&Es down a block of houses that Frank did maintenance for. they didn't actually steal anything of value, just moved a bunch of things around and took some like, quilts or old army trash or something. they weren't used to picking modern locks so they did a real rough job on them and Frank had to deal with repairing them.

I think Moss maybe also went and asked Frank about how locks work beforehand, so that they could figure out how to break into them. Frank thought they were gonna be buddies (which moss also still thinks) but he put two and two together and now thinks moss was just using him. which, they kind of were, so, fair.

#re: weasel chase; why do all my characters have such a strong prey drive #thx for asking abt moss my buddy moss!#moss

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storyinmypocket · 6 years

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Offering tarot readings so I can afford meds and rent

Hi, Tumblr. I’m a queer genderfluid Latinx Pagan, working a full-time job with bipolar disorder, anxiety, and PTSD. While I can get by when things are going well, I moved at the end of October, and had several unexpected expenses that came up, including $325 in locksmith fees when my keys went missing. (Yes, I got scammed. Beware locksmiths who tell you it’s just $15 to come out, and the locks are $35 and up. The “and up” will excuse all manner of fuckery, and they probably won’t even be able to unlock your door.)

I’m offering tarot readings so I can make ends meet this month. I need meds (a monthly supply is over $100 by itself when you factor in both the prescriptions and the OTC stuff like allergy meds and prilosec) and cat litter, and ideally a good chunk of January’s rent so I don’t have to pay $110 in late fees again. For that reason, I’m asking a lower price than I would otherwise.

One-card readings are $2, three-card readings are $5, and 5-card readings are $7. For more complex readings (9 cards and above), I charge a flat $15. The only exception is for polyamorous relationship readings, which are $30 for polycules of more than three people, because they tend to require multiple layouts to fully map all the relationships involved. I’m happy to do them, they’ll just take time and a lot of space.

I’ve been reading tarot since 1994, and read professionally back in 2005, when I was living in New Orleans. Although I’m happy to read for any topic, I specialize in:

Relationship readings, especially for QUILTBAG, poly, and kinky folks. Need a reading that accounts for unique relationship dynamics, or three or more people? I’ll be happy to do that for you.

New Year’s readings, focusing on what you’re bringing with you from 2017, and what’s yet to come in 2018.

Spirituality, particularly questions about what’s going on with your chosen god(s) and how to improve your relationship with them.

EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE. WHY. No, really, if it feels like everything’s falling apart, I have a couple of different spreads I can do to shed light on what’s going wrong, what you’re better off leaving behind, and how best to rebuild.

Readings for other diviners. Have specific associations with certain cards, and you just need someone else to lay the cards out for you without giving you their own interpretation? I’ll give you 50% off the cost of any reading if all you need is a copy of the results, sans interpretation.

I’m also offering an eleven-rune reading for $9. I read with the Anglo-Saxon Futhorc as opposed to the conventional Norse Futhark. Spiritual questions only,

What you get: unless you request otherwise, I’ll email you a pdf file with a picture of the reading, a list of card/rune positions and what they mean, and my interpretations.

I accept payment over PayPal at https://www.paypal.me/storyinmypocket

If you don’t need a reading, or can’t afford to help, please reblog. I’m really struggling right now, and I’m doing my best to provide something of value in exchange, so every signal boost helps. Also, if I give you a reading and you like what I do, please reblog and say so.

Want details on the decks I use/looking to request a specific deck? More info on that under the cut.

Links go to Aeclectic.net, where you can see some of the card images. The only exception is the Next World Tarot, which goes to the artist’s site. Images may feature artistic nudity, so don’t go clicking at work, mmkay?

My go-to deck when reading for random people is the Revelations Tarot. It’s pretty and easy to read with, reasonably nonoffensive, and illustrates the reversals. It seems to “click’ with the broadest range of people.

For those who prefer something a little more inclusive, I have the Spanish version of the World Spirit Tarot, which features a wide variety of skin tones and body types, as well as having a wonderfully androgynous Lovers card, allowing for you to project your own sexuality onto the figures. This deck has big polyamorous families, queer sexuality, and fat people. I love it to bits. To. Bits.

(Those interested in diverse, queer, punk rock decks, just wait until my copy of the Next World Tarot arrives. Should be in the next week or two, so if you’d like to wait for it to arrive before ordering a reading, just let me know, and I’ll reach out to you when I get it. I backed the Kickstarter for it ages ago, and I am so excited to read with the finished product.) The Next World Tarot is here, and it’s gorgeous, incredibly inclusive, and deals with things like social change and recovering from trauma. I would be delighted to read for you with it.

For people who love stories, I’d be happy to give you a reading with the Fairytale Tarot. Each card features a classic fairy tale from somewhere in the world. This isn’t one for a quick and dirty reading, but if you’d like long, rambling musings on the stories of each card and how those stories apply to your situation, this is the one to go for.

Doing shadow work? Processing some deep, messed-up stuff? Just like your readings extra-spooky? The Deviant Moon Tarot isn’t for the faint of heart, but if it calls to you, you’ll know.

And now for some mood whiplash: the Winged Spirit Tarot is a lovely, gracefully illustrated deck, which features the titular winged spirits, some angelic, some taken from other sources (The Chariot is a valkyrie), some of them dancing with humans. If angels are your jam, or if you just want a pretty deck for a romance reading, this is the one for you. It’s a very love-and-light sort of deck, but sometimes that’s just what you need.

Speaking of romance readings, the Victorian Romantic Tarot is particularly good at them, though it also suits a wide range of other readings if you’re the sort who’s into Victoriana. It’s gorgeous (based on actual 19th Century engravings), and it bears mentioning that, instead of the Catholic Pope and his supplicants we usually see on the Hierophant card, instead we have an Islamic scholar instructing a pair of boys in the Quran.

And then there’s the Crowley Thoth deck. It mostly sits in the back of the cupboard, except on the rare occasion it yells at me to use it for something. I’ll read with it on request, but expect buckets of attitude from it.

#tarot #reblog please #i need all the help i can get #i can't go off my meds again #please guys

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cetaceans-pls · 7 years

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Knock Knock (It’s The Sound of the Police)

The perils of questionable visitors late in the night, and the best thing about having Yuu-chan on speed dial.

DGM real life au

Lavi wouldn’t describe himself as a scaredy-cat type. The last horror movie he saw was some high-budget Hollywood thing about aliens in the ISS, and he’d spent the entire time thinking that that’s a massive breach of good lab practice, hey, that’s a massive breach of good lab practice, whoa, that’s a massive breach of good-

In general, he watches ghosts and demons and vampires and murderers and goes, this is a massive breach of good sense, and he’ll get a kick of adrenaline from jump scares but the affects don’t last.

Every dog has its day, the horror movie industry would probably scream back at him if they could.

He had clocked out of the lab a bit earlier than usual, citing a throbbing headache, but it was already dark out. The moon was heavy and full, the air was dead and muggy, and the streets were unusually quiet. Even the cicadas seemed to have taken a day off, but he lives in a pretty rural area, and there is not a rural area on this God’s green earth that isn’t borderline liminal space.

He comes home to two police cars parked in front of his small, rundown apartment complex, to find out that there had been a break-in at the landlord’s dingy single-family home that’s set a little apart from their complex, and the keys to all the apartments had been stolen. The landlord is sweating profusely, and Lavi feels pretty bad for the man; that kind of invasion of privacy must feel like sticky grease on the skin and heavy fog in the chest, urgh.

The landlord guarantees that all the locks will be changed tomorrow, first thing in the morning when the locksmith’s open, and Lavi tells him not to worry. Firstly, there’s not a lot of things of value in his apartment, most of his research stuff is safely tucked away in servers on campus grounds.

Secondly, he’s taller and broader than most people in Japan but also dresses like he’s half a hobo, which he doesn’t imagine makes for a particularly attractive target.

Thirdly, and maybe most importantly, Yuu-chan lives with him, and if there has ever a more menacing reason not to indulge in home invasion, Lavi’s never met them.

Yuu’s probably still at work, closing shift at the soba store right by the station. Lavi’s got time and a headache to kill, and after texting Yuu an update and slotting the deadbolt lock behind him, he goes to take a shower and illegally watch some movies.

Jeeze, what a frankly horrifying movie. It’s the dead of the night now, and Lavi’s tucked under the sheets, trying to avoid screaming as a creepy shadow softly, softly slithers through the front door. Run, you fucking idiot, is what he wants to say. Aaaaarghghghhghg is what comes out after he shoves his fist in his mouth, shadow and victim now in the same room.

It becomes “What th’fuck, the fuck!” when the doorbell suddenly rings, close to midnight. It’s not Yuu-chan, the customary “on the way back” text hasn’t come yet, so who could it be?

He’s not a fearful man, but between a robber on the loose, demons on the screen, and fuzziness in the head (courtesy of cough syrup he’d optimistically used when he found that they were out of aspirin), Lavi is half out of his goddamn mind.

So he keeps quiet as a mouse, glad that for the sake of Atmosphere he’s turned off all the lights and he’s got headphones on. The knocking comes again, and he feels his eye twitch. Gosh, isn’t this stressful! He has half a mind to call Yuu and demand a swifter return, but first he waits to see what the entity on the other side of the door decides to do.

The doorbell rings again, but it goes quiet after that, and he breathes out a sigh of relief. Maybe someone had come to visit a friend and had gotten a little turned around and gone to the wrong house. Maybe someone got a little drunk and can’t find their own house. Lots! Of logical possibilities!

He’s still not going to answer the door.

It’s all good, fine and well; Yuu-chan’s text comes around the time it usually does, which means that Lavi’s only going to be home alone and feeling low-key haunted for another 10, 20 minutes tops.

How bad could it be? The movie’s almost finished anyways, how much bad luck could befall Ben in the next 8 minutes, anyways-

The doorbell rings again, and Lavi honest to God screams, mimicking poor Ben getting terribly murdered onscreen.

The scream seems to have made things worse, because immediately after that the thing on the other side of the door gives up on the doorbell and starts viciously knocking, outright banging on the door.

He keeps his cool, enough to reach for his phone to call the police, but all thought leaves this mortal body of his when the lock starts turning, and it sounds like there’s a veritable flock of demons throwing themselves at the door.

Lord, God, the police, his grandfather; he forgets all of them, in favour of The Highest Power.

The call’s answered almost as soon as he presses the little green button; Yuu-chan is, at the end of the day, the most reliable of them all.

“The hell, Lavi.” Ah, the flat tone that could decimate the 7th circle of hell itself! Lavi loves it, loves it the very most when he has these kinds of nights where his grip on reality is a liiiiitle bit slippery.

“Babe,” he gasps, head fully under the sheets now, one earbud still in, Ben still screaming in torment. “Babe, uhm, not t’be dramatic, yeah, but there’s either some ghosts or a thief or a, a murderer out th’door, bangin’ it down, ‘nd they’re tryin’ to unlock th’door, ‘nd I am actually losing m’mind.” Ben, Christ, please stop. “You almost home?”

There’s a short pause on the other end of the line, and suddenly there’s the sound of air whistling by. How fast can a cyclist go and still be on the right side of the law?

Doesn’t sound like Yuu-chan gives a fuck.

“It’s probably in your stupid head. Just lock the bedroom door and watch a cat video or some shit. When I get home, you better pray there’s a demon out there I can beat up, or you’re going to be the one who gets it.”

Lavi expects the call to be ended, but it doesn’t; Yuu stops talking, but the wind, the rough grind of the chains when the bike goes uphill, the slightest hint of heavy breathing, it’s all clear.

Yuu is, in that most classical manner, coming to the rescue, and Lavi is already feeling better. The knocking is being accompanied by yelling, now, maybe grunts. It’s hard to tell through the front and bedroom door, but suddenly he hears Yuu-chan barking “Hey!” extremely angrily, and then the sounds at the door abruptly stop.

The cavalry! Has arrived! Lavi grabs the closest weapon he has, the jug of water on the nightstand, and runs for the front door. It’s easier to find strength when Yuu-chan’s there bulldozing down a path ahead.

He flings the door open, to the extraordinary sight of Yuu-chan throwing a stranger over her shoulder, following through to pull the arm back and plant her booted foot square in the centre of their back. The grip she has on the stranger’s arm is solid, and she twists the wrist just shy or breaking.

Two more men are surrounding her, looking extremely wary. Possibly because she looks like she would break their companion’s wrist (she might), possibly because she might then come after them (she would).

“What the fuck were you all doing at my door?” she growls, digging her heel in, but addressing the men who were still upright and not currently whimpering. “If you’re robbers, just give up now or I’ll break 3 arms instead of just one.” She twists it, a little more, and the man underneath her moans piteously.

Lavi is cheering, while the taller stranger clears his throat, and very, very slowly reaches inside his coat to pull out an-

officer’s badge.

“Ma’am,” the man says in the calmest tone of voice Lavi has ever, ever heard, “we are hear to investigate the break-in at your landlord’s house. Fujimoto there was going door-to-door to ask if anyone heard or saw anything, when he heard screaming coming from your apartment. No one was answering, so he was trying to open the door with the master key we got from the landlord before you, uh,,,”

“Over-the-shoulder slammed him right to the ground,” Cop #2 adds almost too enthusiastically.

Yuu looks at them like she doesn’t really trust them, but lets go of poor, poor Fujimoto and steps back, arms at the side, stance loose and ready to fuckin’ rumble. She stands in front of their door, in front of Lavi, and it feels a lot like guardian deities at the gates to a temple. Fuck, people are one thing. It sure feels like it could have been an actual ghost and Yuu-chan would still fuck them up.

“We didn’t see anything, we didn’t hear anything. Next time identify your damn selves before trying to break into people’s houses if you don’t want to get slammed to the ground. Bye.” She shoves Lavi further inside, slams the door, and clicks her tongue. “Idiots.”

She turns to Lavi, and gives him a once-over, probably to make sure that he’s healthy, hearty and whole. “Idiot,” she says again, smacking the back of his head almost fondly.

“Y’know how I get, babe,” Lavi’s smiling like a goddamn idiot. “It’s been one o’ those days, but ‘s all good, lady,” a peck on the lips, “thanks, my hero.”

“I don’t get paid enough for this bullshit,” Yuu says, pushing him away with a hand straight to the face, but she’s got her Scary Smirk on, which means she’s feeling pretty smug right about now (how well-earned!),

Neither thieves nor ghouls, nor robbers nor wraiths can stand in the way of Kanda Yuu, and days like these when it felt like all of ‘em were beating down their door, Lavi’s really glad he has the one-woman combination of both the Great Wall and the Conquering-Horde wonder in the world for a girlfriend.

It ends up being a pretty good night, all in all.

(A/N: aka my fucking thursday, minus a saviour gf)

#dgm #D.Gray-Man #laviyuu #lavi #kanda yuu #fanfic #regular life dgm au #it's been a fucky week for me ah #lady!kanda

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edxnwood · 6 years

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5. JOTUN

( jotunheim, bifrost landing site )

A HOLE IN THE SKY RIPS OPEN, and the Bifrost comes shooting out of it, snow flurries up when the Bifrost hits, as Thor and his band touch down, runes from the Bifrost are imprinted on the ice around them. Volstagg loses his footing, falling backward. Thor quickly grabs him by the belt. The warrior dangling precariously on the edge of a sheer cliff on the planet's inner ring, opening up to the black abyss of space beyond. " Come on, big fella. Up. . .!" With an effort, Thor pulls the burly warrior back onto the ice and, tremendously relieved, Volstagg proclaims: "This belt! This belt is now my lucky belt! I will never remove it! Even when bathing!"

"You bathe?" Fandral responds, Volstagg sending him a glare. Thor and the others turn and stare out in horror and wonder at the frozen alien wasteland before them. The whole planet is a massive flattened ring of jagged ice, slowly breaking apart. Huge chunks of ice calving away from its outer edges and float off into space. The planet's icy surface cracks and melts as far as the eye can see. The ruins of a Jotun city lies in the distance. "We shouldn't be here," Hogun says what Volstagg was thinking, but was too scared to say. "Too late now," Thor replies.

"Actually, it's not. We could turn right around, hop back to Asgard, share a mug by the fire. Could be nice."

Thor ignores him, marching off, while Loki looks around, anxious at something. "Perhaps we should wait." Thor turns back to his brother, "For what?" Thor wasn't thinking it out, Loki could tell, he was just running on rage and hatred to the Jotuns and he wanted them dead. That was Thor's fault when fighting: his anger. "To survey the enemy. To gauge their strengths and weaknesses from a distance."

"We know all we must. It's time to act." He walks off, and reluctantly, the others follow. Loki was trailing behind farther than the others, knowing that he had a wife and son to get back to. How did his son look like? Was he like his mother with her silver hair and violet eyes, or like him, with black hair and green eyes? Or was he like both of them? "He's just got to swing his hammer. . ." Lady Sif whispers.

( qarth )

"So, tell me, how long has your manservant been in love with you?" Xaro asks the petite Khaleesi next to him, walking out in the cover of moonlight, candles being lit to give them more light, and Dany shakes her head at him. "He's not my manservant and he's not in love with me," a woman sees that Dany's soft legs can be seen through the fabric of her dress, shapely and perfect. "He's my advisor, my friend."

"Unlikely," he answers to her, looking up at the sky while Dany looked up at him. "I could almost always tell what a man wants."

"And what about what a woman wants?" Dany was curious, to say the least.

"Much more complicated," of course. Women were always complicated, from what she's heard from other men. Women want something one day and the next she doesn't want it anymore, already bored out of her mind with it; she hoped she wasn't like that. "You, for example, what do you want?" Daenerys already had an answer, "To cross the Narrow Sea and take back the Iron Throne."

"Why?"

Why? Because it was her birthright, she promised her people that she'll get it back with them, for them, and she was going to avenge her family's death. But what if she was the cause of death for her mother? What would she avenge then? "Because I promised my khalasar I'd protect them and find them a safe home." Xaro lets out a rich chuckle, almost like rich the rich dark chocolate she had one time back in Braavos, and the man says, "You want to conquer the Seven Kingdoms for the Dothraki?" He turns around to face her, seeing her black khol-lined eyes stare up at him with a mixture of determination and anger.

"I won them because they are mine by right," she retorts, seeing him falter a bit but regained his composure, a weary look coming over his face as he watched her. "The Iron Throne is mine and I will take it." This makes Xaro hum low, nodding to himself, "A conqueror."

"And how did you get all this?" She asks, gesturing with her head to the beautiful things around them. "Did someone give it to you?"

"No. I come from nothing. I hit the docks like a piece of cargo, except someone normally cares what happens to cargo." This adds more to Dany's argument, wanting to use it to fuel it, but she knew that Xaro would have something else to say; he always did. "So you wanted more than you had and you took it," she says, adding a bit more to the end. "You're a conqueror, too, you're just. . ." she sighs, "less ambitious." This makes him laugh, Dany smiling up at him as a parrot squawked nearby, then her smile faded as a question popped into her mind. "What do you want, Xaro Xhoan Daxos? At the gates of the city, you bled for me. Why?"

"I will show you why," he holds up his hand, palm facing the sky, and Dany takes his fingers in hers softly, his thumb coming down to press against hers, leading her away from the plaza. While they walked, he spoke, a small strike of metal coming from Xaro striking it with what seemed to be a thin dagger. "The door and the vault is made from Valyrian stone. The hardest steel does not make a mark. I offered the greatest locksmiths in Qarth their weight in gold if they could break into it," Dany comes closer to the door leading into the vault. "I made the same offer to the greatest thieves. They all went home empty-handed. The only thing that could open this door," he holds the pendant of his necklace up, "is this key." It looked like it was made of gold and emeralds, Dany taking a liking to the look of it.

"And behind the door?" Xaro chuckles, Daenerys facing the vault again, cocking her head to the left as she spoke. "And it could all be mine?"

"All?" He asks her. "Let us say half." A greedy man, she notices, knowing that he could have more somewhere else, somewhere far away, but will only give her enough to get home. "More than enough to buy horses, ships, armies," he explains. "Enough to go home." She knew there was going to be a contingency to it, "All I have to do?"

"Is marry me," he says without hesitation, making Daenerys snicker up at him, shaking her head. "That was a romantic proposal," she teases, while the dark-skinned man does not smile or laugh, just looks down at her as he replies seriously. "I've already married once for love, but the gods stole her from me. I come from nothing," he walks around her. "My mother and father never owned a pair of shoes. But marry me, and I will give you the Seven Kingdoms, and our children will be princes and princesses." Dany thinks of Loki, wondering what he would think about the marriage proposal, but realizes that he wouldn't like it, and she erases him from her mind; he was dead and will stay dead. "See? I have more ambition than you thought. The time is right, Daenerys Targaryen, First of Your Name. Robert Baratheon is dead." Rhaegar's spirit has come revenge, it seems.

( jotunheim, central plaza )

The party reaches the plaza, sensing the Frost Giants in the shadows and crevices, surrounding them now on all sides. 31. The Asgardians reach for the hilts of their weapons. A jotun sentry calls to him. "What is your business here, Asgardian?" HIs voice itself sounds like cracking ice. "I speak only to your King," Thor replied. "Not to his foot soldiers."

"Then speak," a different voice said. Thor turns towards the source in a balcony of the temple, where Laufey sits, veiled in shadow, behind a cascading waterfall. The Jotun King is ancient, noble, powerful ― too proud to reveal even a hint of the years of suffering he and his people have endured. "I am Laufey, King of this realm," he says, and Thor begins to state his name and titles. "And I am ―"

"We know who you are, Odinson. Why have you brought the stench of your blood into my world?" He demands, cocking his head to the right, but not that any of the Asgardians can see. He senses something else from Loki, something much different from the others, a mix of two races, and the one that stands out the most was the Jotun half. But how could a Jotun turn out to be so small and normal looking? "I demand answers!" Laufey stands, sizing Thor up, trying to piece everything together. "You demand?" He simply asks.

"How did your people get into Asgard?"

"The House of Odin is full of traitors," his red eyes land on Loki, Sif and the Warriors Three exchanging a puzzled look at the Jotun King's choice of words. "Do not dishonor my father's name with your lies!" Thor fires back, but Laufey already has a remark to make. "Your father is a murderer and a thief," he states, growing angrier by the second. "He stole what was ours, and left our world in ruins. We have the right to reclaim the Casket."

"Not when you'd use it to make war against other Realms," Laufey laughs cold, mockingly at him. "And why have you come here? To make peace? You long for battle. You crave it. I see you for what you are, Thor Odinson. Nothing but a boy, trying to prove himself a man."

"This boy has grown tired of your mockery." Thor takes a step towards Laufey, the other Jotuns step in front of Thor, blocking his path. They finally see the Frost Giants now ― terrifying, blue-skinned, standing eight feet tall, and Loki moves next to his brother and quietly implores him. "Thor, stop and think. Look around you. We are outnumbered."

"Know your place, brother. . ." Right, the words Loki so hatefully dreaded. Know your place. It made him remember that he was still in Thor's shadow, that he was in a lower state than him. Yes, he might have Frigga's love, but Thor did too, as well as Odin's love and pride, but Loki never had that; Odin always seemed to overlook him, and the only times he never did were when he got into trouble. "You should listen to his counsel. You know not what your actions would unleash," Laufey stepped out of the shadows. "But I do. Go now, while I still allow it." Thor simmers and Loki speaks up. "We will accept your most gracious offer." The others look to Thor imploringly, Thor staring Laufey down a beat ― then relents. He turns to leave. His comrades breathe a sigh of relief and follow when a Frost Giant nearby mutters under his breath, "Run back home, little princess."

Thor stops in his tracks, Loki going white as a ghost, already knowing what was to come. "Damn," he mutters low. In one quick move, Thor pulls Mjolnir, swings it, and knocks the Jotun clear across the plaza. The Asgardians reluctantly draw their weapons, gathering into a circle around Thor, and Volstagg looks around at the angry Jotuns approaching them. "Silly hammer!" He yells. "Has a mind of its own!"

Ice forms on the Jotuns' bodies, creating a frozen armor around them, extending off the ends of their arms like swords. One Giant does so directly in front of Fandral. "I'm hoping that's just decorative," Thor leaves the circle of Asgardians, swinging at another Frost Giant while his comrades form another circle around him, separating him from the Jotuns, as he whirls his hammer around once and catches it with a cocky grin. He's enjoying this. "Next!" Fandral calls to Volstagg and Hogun, "Well, what move, do you think?"

"I say we use the Norn's Revenge."

"At this close range? I'd think the Alfheim Lunge is a better move."

"Maybe if they were three feet tall! No! How about The Randy Valkyrie?"

"Shut up!" Thor takes out yet another Frost Giant, then all hell breaks loose as the Asgardians and Jotuns begin to battle. A Jotun backs Hogun up against a wall of ice. As the Giant hurls an ice blade fist at him, the grim warrior swings his mace over his head, embedding it into the ice wall, and hoists himself up, dodging the Giant's blow and leaping over him. He takes out a second approaching Frost Giant, spins back, dodges a swing from the first, then pounds the Jotun with his club. Nearby, Sif expertly stabs one Jotun after another with her double-bladed staff. One knocks her viciously to the ground. "If you don't treat me like a lady, I won't act like a lady!" She takes out the Jotun. Loki backs away from an approaching Jotun, finding himself at the edge of a deep crevasse. The Giant sees he's vulnerable, swiping at him, but the Jotun's arm passes right through him. The Giant stands there, confused when the real Loki comes out from behind a structure and shoves the Giant into the crevasse below. The false one dissipates into nothingness. "Pathetic." He turns back to the battle. Two Jotuns come at him from either side. He lets two daggers fly, felling both Giants at once. Laufey nods to one of his guards ― a massive Jotun brute. The barbarian leaps down from the balcony, icing himself up, then punches his giant fist into the ice beneath his feet. It's a long-range attack, causing pillars of ice to explode out in front of Hogun, sending the grim warrior flying back. Across the plaza, Thor easily dispatches some Jotuns.

This goes on for a while, remarks coming from the Asgardians as they fought against their enemies, Loki's arm had turned blue from where the Frost Giant touched him, but it never hurt him; he felt power surge through him when it did.

A hole in the sky opens up, and the Bifrost blasts down onto the inner edge of the planet. Out of the maelstrom comes the sound of thundering hooves, and, to the shock of all, tearing across the frozen wasteland comes Odin Allfather, astride his powerful, eight-legged steed Sleipnir. He's clad in battle armor, Gungnir in his hand ― an imposing sight. The Giants part in fear as he thunders into their ranks, stopping before Laufey and the Asgardians. Laufey slams his fists into the ground, and the ice beneath his feet raises him towards Odin. The Asgardians start to react, thinking it's an attack, but Laufey just stands face-to-face with Odin. Asgardian and Jotun alike look on uneasily, unsure what's about to happen, Laufey sizes up Odin, notices that as powerful as the Allfather still is, the years have taken their toll. He's not the foe he once was. The two rulers talk quietly, out of earshot of the others. "Laufey, end this."

"Your boy sought this out."

"You're right. These are the actions of a boy. Treat them as such. You and I can stop this before there's further bloodshed." Unseen by Odin and the others, Laufey starts to form an ice blade at the end of his arm. "We are beyond diplomacy now, Allfather. He'll get what he came for ― war and death." Odin looks grim, determined. "So be it." Without warning, Laufey swings his ice blade at Odin, but Odin is quicker. The Allfather brings his spear down upon the ice. Laufey and the nearest Jotuns go falling backward in a wave, the ice cracking beneath their feet, the other Frost Giants turning tail and run. Thor watches the fleeing Jotuns with delight. "Now! We'll finish them together!"

"Silence!" Odin raises his spear. The hole in the sky opens, the Bifrost energy blasting forth from it, envelops the Asgardians, yanks them off the ground and up through the hole. The vortex closes behind them as all falls silent. Laufey stares up after them contemptuously.

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