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wyldblunt · 1 year
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⌖ shooting the shit ⌖
i had this drafted out aaaaages ago and since then it's been collecting dust in my files waiting for me to have time to finish it, so!!!! i just decided to slap some tones on the rough sketch in the interest of getting it out into the world
@moonlit-grove once pointed out that we both have ex-nightmare pale reavers (albeit with very different temperaments), so i had to draw a little interaction. thank u for letting glyn bully ur boy 🙏🏼
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pspspspspspspsps 1 + 2 for khayyir gimme the largos lore - moonlit-grove
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im gonna give him so many songs
1... THEIR BACKSTORY?
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His backstory is a bit of a WIP because he is my latest toon - I just love the song and how raw it is.
He was from an unnamed region in the Unending Ocean and was notoriously, famed weaponsmith (crafting weapons for hunters for the reason of mastering his craftsmanship and skills). Due a past conflict between two factions/houses that ended up with him in the middle, he saw no other choice but destroying his crafts he loved .... and self inflicting himself with an injury that (successfully and intentionally) ended up in his memory loss.
2... THEIR PERSONALITY?
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Khayyir is somewhat of a melancholic guy (his initial creation plan was to be a sad blorbo agdjhk). There is something of underlying lost aura around him, forlorn and somber, like the dark shadows in the depths of a clear sea. But that doesnt stop him from seeking out the things he had lost, always striving forward.
BESIDE THAT fact, he is also a fairly funny in an unintended way (and not that sad all the time). He likes to crack jokes at odd times (with a strange humor), being a creechure and a local cryptid even when that music doesnt catch that side of him. Despite his memory loss, he still recalls the honorbound rules of the largos' eterna and lives by them.
@moonlit-grove THANK YOU!!!
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kerra-and-company · 2 years
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Aengus ⭐️ Kerra :3 - @moonlit-grove
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Kerra & Aengus
I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better
Kerra would most definitely like and get along with Aengus! And he might not be commander, but he's Vie's family, so he's family-by-proxy :) She'd also be very supportive of his decision to stay in the Grove with his beloved for a multitude of reasons, and...yeah! Honestly this mainly boils down to I think they'd get along and it's very fun for me to imagine them meeting xD
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secretquaggan · 2 years
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The Commander
So I haven’t been able to do GW2 things for awhile (RIP to my desktop), but! I’m slowly getting back into the ability to do game things - and, to revive this blog, I thought it would be fun to do an ask meme (though I’m filling it out more as an introduction/bio!) Credit goes to @moonlit-grove! This “ask thing” is for Vivian Kimura-Mori, my Commander (see my character page for her bio, if you’re interested!)
1. A verse or so of lyrics that just gives me vibes for them and why:
'Cause I've been a devil, I've been a saint Somebody help me, I can't change I keep on (runnin' toward, runnin' toward the fire) I keep on (runnin' toward, runnin' toward the fire) Oh, I let my lover go, didn't wanna be a liar Ashes in the cold, now I'm running toward the fire
I love this lyric from Bishop Briggs’ The Fire for Vivian, because she’s very much defined by her sense of personal duty/obligation towards Tyria and the peoples who call it home; in part due to her early education as a noblewoman by her grandfather, who taught her that noble birth is a responsibility to everyone who relies on you, and in part to her own inherent martyr/savior complex. Although she’s a loving wife and mother, she cuts considerations to her husband and child out of her decision-making when it comes to her roles as both the Pact Commander, and the leader of Dragon Watch. I’m not saying she’d set herself on fire to keep Tyria warm; but if she’s immolating the most recent threat to do so and she’s standing a little too close, well. Shit happens.
2. A piece of music without lyrics that could be their background music:
So I don’t usually lean into instrumental music for my characters, and I found this a little tricky. I think Hidden Citizens’ cover of Moonlight Sonata would be a good action/overview/trailer song for Vivian as a character? But I would maybe suggest something more like Vitamin String Quartet’s cover of Bad Habits might be a good song for her as a person at-rest or in downtime.
3. Where they would most likely want to settle down:
As a member of a noble family, Vivian has access to both the family holdings in Divinity’s Reach, as well as the country estate just outside Claypool (where she spent most of her childhood.) She considers Claypool to be her “hometown,” but her own daughter currently resides in Beetletun under the guardianship of her godfather, Lord Faren. Vivian herself maintains rooms in various capital cities across Tyria, where she occasionally crosses paths with her husband. Mostly, she travels alone, or with her companion, Jaya.
4. What their dream home would be.
Kind of related to the question above, I don’t think Vivian really has a concept of settling down, or a “dream home”; the Pact is her life’s work, and although it has less urgency with the conclusion (?) of the cycle of elder dragons, she’s spent far too much of her life living in the present to do too much personal daydreaming about the future.
5. General opinion of Nobility
As a member of nobility herself, Vivian has some strong opinions. She believes that the function of a ruling class is to serve the common people who look to their rulers for leadership. She is a supporter of Queen Jennah, but something of an uncomfortable dinner guest; Vivian can be rather scathing about what her peers get up to with the education and free time their wealth affords them, and about how they manage their resources to assist the common man in times of need and crisis, as well as in times of peace.
6. Their relationship to Aurene:
Although she’s not the best mother, Vivian is quite maternal; she considers Taimi and Aurene to be her daughters, just as much as she does her own biological child. She worries about what will become of Aurene in the future, and works hard to ensure that the young dragon develops a healthy love and respect for all life in Tyria - as well as ensuring that individuals around the dragon develop an equal respect for her.
7. Thoughts on the Soundless:
Due to not being Sylvari herself, Vivian largely considers the Soundless to be a situation it is not her place to speak on with regards to their treatment and existence. However, she’s empathetic to their desire for freedom, having loved and married a Sylvari whose path takes him as far from such constraints as possible without breaking them entirely.
8. Do they believe in destiny or fate:
No. Vivian very much believes in a person’s ability to shape and forge their own future. Her choices and willingness to do the work have brought her to the place of being Pact Commander, Champion of Aurene, and leader of Dragon Watch; her fortune at birth afforded her education and opportunities that others lack. She considers that luck, more than some kind of irrevocable destiny or fate.
9a. How does Vivian greet Bohai (her husband) after a long time apart?:
Vivian is not what anyone would consider a particularly romantic individual; even around her husband of several years. Although she’s always privately quite relieved when their paths cross, or when he turns up from one of his bouts of wandering, she rarely expresses this externally. Usually there’s sharp questioning about where he’s been, what he’s been up to, and whether he’s managed to come back to her in one piece. Occasionally they fight. (They usually, but not always, manage to make up.) Despite the very deep love and affection the two have for one another, they’re not particularly demonstrative people and their lives and work take them in frequently opposite directions; so their reunions are fairly....unique.
9b. How do they greet their closest friends?:
It does very much depend on the friends; Jaya is usually greeted with a drink and a long talk about what they’ve been up to while apart. It’s a quiet warmth, and perhaps more intimate for it? Faren gets a bear-hug, a shoulder shake, and a very stern series of questions about what he’s been up to (in a very different tone,) and out-loud wondering why she chose him for her child’s guardian. Kasmeer, it’s a total sleep-over, complete with girlish giggling that Vivian would die before letting anyone else see! With other close friends, she’s friendly but a bit distant, as per usual.
10. Do they have any weird nicknames?:
Absolutely not. If she does, they’re not spoken where she can hear them. If her husband has any endearments they’re not spoken where anyone else can hear them. She does go by Commander, or Lady Kimura-Mori, in mixed company. She’s comfortably just Viv with her friends and companions. She is otherwise not a woman who invites weird or funny or joking nicknames.
11. A song that punches me with inexplicable vibes for them:
Okay, so it’s not inexplicable, necessarily. But Sam Tinnesz’s Far From Home always punches me with the softest Vivian feelings; particularly towards her husband, daughter, and best friends. It’s that like tiny kernel of yearning for perhaps the life she might have had if it weren’t for [gestures to everything], that flicker of doubt that she’d never express of maybe not being enough to handle the problems that come her way.
12. Thoughts on Largos:
Honestly, Vivian respects the shit out of it. She’s pretty honor-bound herself, and she can get behind the kind of grind Largos put into their work. If she gets to meet them without being a target, I think they probably vibe. If she gets in one’s crosshairs, I think it’s big ‘I hate to kill such a masterpiece’ energy.
13. Thoughts on the dragon cycle?:
I’m not sure Vivian spends a lot of time thinking about it? She’s not remotely academic as some of her companions (though she is quite well-read and educated!) I think there’s some relief about the cycle ending, some anxiety about what comes next, and maybe a sliver of fear that maybe she’s actually irreparably broken the world and the wheels are about to come off the cart and pitch them all into something horribly unknown. (It’s fine. It’s the PTSD, probably.)
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just-eyris-things · 1 year
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Hey psst if you're still taking the marker test blorbos how about sitheach :3 - @moonlit-grove
Always frien <3 wanted to draw him again because I feel like I didn't really capture him but I think I actually like this piece so... there we goes!!
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theversevoyager · 2 months
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In the realm of the Moonlit Grove, where magic blooms, A character discovers an ability unheard of, and creatures dance in harmony. Whispers echo through time, guiding their steps toward destiny. The stars align, as secrets unfold, and the tale of newfound power is woven with threads of wonder. This is the summary of your work so far: A short Sci-Fi poem based on a character discovering a hidden talent or ability in a magical realm, featuring fantastical creatures and minimal formatting was created.
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itsphoenix0724 · 2 months
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All Things Vile (Eris x Reader)
Summary: A recon mission to the Autumn Court gets more heated than you intended. They say Autumn males fuck like they have fire in their veins-you guess you're about to find out.
Warnings: ROUGH SMUT (this is pure filth and I'm not sorry), kind of dark, oral (m!receiving) choking, bondage
Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: It's been a while since I wrote for him, been a while since I wrote in general since I'm adjusting back into my school life. Chapter 3 of MMOTI is drafted and will hopefully be released soon! But anyway here's a smutty Eris fic for all of you <3
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The Autumn Court was ablaze in moonlit revelry. The scent of spiced cider and ale consumed the grove along with the smell of the blazing campfire. Fog weaved in and out of the shadow-drenched trees, urging the partygoers to follow its trail into the darkness. You could make out bodies against trees, males and females losing themselves in one another, as you jumped silently along the oak’s branches. It was a simple mission; Get in and get out, that’s what Rhys had said, and that’s what you fully intended on doing. Cloaked in darkness, mask pulled up to hide everything but your eyes, you found your target. 
A drunken blush stained his pale cheeks, and the blood-red silk shirt he wore was unbuttoned so obscenely low you could see the dappling of freckles along his chest in the firelight. His auburn hair was unruly; the waves held down only by the circlet of gold leaves that marked him as the firstborn son of Autumn. His lips were stained from the wine he was sipping and his eyes had taken on a seductive half-lid as he somehow fixed his burning gaze straight onto you. 
Fuck, Rhys was going to kill you. 
Eris stood from his chair in one smooth motion, prowling towards your spot hidden in the woods like a mountain cat, amber eyes burning. You jump down from your tree, weaving through the branches like smoke to try to lose the lordling who’s hot on your tail. Nothing but the sound of your labored breathing and the sounds of footfalls echo through the dark wood. You just need to get to the border, Eris won’t have the gall to cross after you. You can see the green grass of Spring, the pastel pink of the cherry blossoms grotesquely clashing with the russet hues of the forest that currently surrounds you.
You can almost smell the sickly sweet air when a hand encircles your wrist like a hot brand.
The world tips and falls, the grass slipping out from under your feet as you’re dropped into a room, landing on all fours against a hardwood floor. Bands of fire wrap around your wrists and ankles, pinning you to the ground, not burning but holding you there. The tell-tale wave of nausea that means you’ve been winnowed somewhere quickly overwhelms you as you try not to heave onto the plush burgundy rug infront of you.
Eris has taken you to his room at Fir Hall, his private estate away from his life wrapped in court politics, you’re familiar with the home after many spy missions here. Your eyes fix on the Autumn Prince with a burning ferocity, and he does nothing but glare back down at you from where he looms above you.
“Well, well what has fallen into my trap,” He fixes you with a wolfish smile as he pulls down your mask, and your lips peel back into a snarl. “Hello Sweetheart,” he purrs as he tucks a loose hair behind your ears. “I’ve missed you, it’s very nice to see you again.” He tries to run a thumb over your bottom lip, but you snap your teeth in his direction like a feral animal and he wisely pulls his hand away. 
“Bite me,” you growl out as Eris crouches down until he’s at eye level with you. A hound cornering a wild fox, it seemed the hunter had won tonight as he lets out a laugh that leaves a burning caress down your spine. 
“Oh, I intend to.” He promises, stroking his hand along the back of your hair, pulling out the hair tie, and letting it fall around your face. “Now will you mind your manners?” He raises a copper brow, eyes dancing with amusement. The bond buried deep in your chest tries to wiggle free of its restraints, begging you to let it play with the other half of your soul. 
“Never,” you vow to him even as the mischief in his eyes turns to longing. This is torture denying yourself of him. 
But how could you not? 
Beron is still High Lord, if you were to tie yourself to him you would have to abide by his rules. You would rather claw your own eyes out. And if your family ever found out, if Mor ever found out, the shame and guilt would burn more than the roaring fire in the hearth. 
So you have this, you take every mission you can to Autumn and collect all the broken pieces and scraps that you can get. This is what you will allow yourself.
“I thought that would be the case,” Eris gets up and languidly strolls away from you, plucking the bottle of bourbon from the cabinet and pouring himself a drink. You watch with adept interest as his ring-clad fingers tighten around the crystalline glass, he strolls over to his bookshelf and plucks a well-loved novel off the dark shelf. 
Then the bastard settles himself into one of the plush armchairs and starts to fucking read. He ignores you as though you’re nothing more than a potted plant in the corner, he doesn’t even so much as glance at you, fully enraptured in his novel. A few minutes pass when you clear your throat. Eris deigns to look bored as he lazily turns his head toward you. 
“Yes?” He asks, propping the book against one knee and taking another sip of his whiskey. Your eyes track the movement of his throat involuntarily. 
“Aren’t you going to do something?” You push, urging him with your eyes as you lift your head through the curtain of your hair. You hope your gaze communicates everything you cannot bring yourself to voice, fearing your body will refuse to allow you air if you try. 
I love you, please don’t ignore me, I need you, play with me
He chuckles a dark sound and picks up his book again, pointedly flicking a page as the rubies on his hands glint in the firelight. 
“I’m not in the business of playing with unwilling toys,” Eris supplies, purposely staring at the fire instead of you. “Perhaps I should call Rhysand to collect you and tell him I don’t appreciate being spied on. Perhaps, he will never send you back here.” His brows scrunch in frustration but you both know that the threat is empty. It seems he is tired of your games. 
“What do you want?” You barely grind out, still refusing to relent to the signing inside your soul. “Do you want me to beg? Is that it? Princely bastard.” You practically spit, and faster than the blink of an eye Eris is in front of you, fisting your hair in one hand and tilting your chin to meet his smoldering gaze. 
“Are you ashamed of me?” He questions, and you can see the vulnerability dancing in his eyes. You shake your head as the fire binding your wrists recedes and you move into a more comfortable kneeling position, hands now bound in front of you. He soothes his hand along your cheek again as your brows knit together. You thought that the two of you had a kind of understanding. You had no idea where this was coming from. “I tire of this ruse, my love.” If Eris notices the mournful look in your eyes he says nothing. He strokes a warm hand through your hair, admiring your eyes in the firelight. “Why don’t you show me how much you missed me huh?” The wolfish grin is back and you hum your agreement as he runs his thumb along your bottom lip again, pleased at your cooperation as he slides his finger into your mouth. He thrusts it into your mouth and as you teasingly run your tongue over the pad he lets out a moan that shoots straight to your core. 
He undoes the belt at his waist, pulling his cock out with his hand, and your mouth waters at the sheer size of him. 
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now,” he rumbles, pure authority and power radiating off of him. A glimpse at the future ruler he will become one day. You nod your enthusiastic consent as he grips the back of your head and thrusts into your mouth at a merciless pace. Your head empties as he hits the back of your throat, the hand cupping the back of your hair surprisingly gentle compared to the way he was brutalizing your mouth. “That’s a good girl, take me down your throat.” It spills out of his mouth like he can’t even control it as your eyes roll back in your head at his praise. Eris pushes your mouth all the way down to the base of his dick and holds you there for a few seconds as your nose connects with his pelvic bone. He’s relentless as he uses you for his pleasure and you think that he might bruise your vocal cords. 
He spills down your throat as your binds dissolve into nothing, leaving behind a warm tingling sensation where the fire licked at your limbs. 
You swallow what he gave you, opening your mouth in emphasis as whiskey eyes blow wide with lust. You’re drenched at the sight of his cock already stiffening again. He walks to the mountainous bed in front of you, making himself comfortable against the pillows. 
“Come here pet.” He growls fisting his cock in his hand and crooking his fingers with the other. You start to rise to your legs on sore knees, but you freeze when Eris tuts–holding his hand out to stop you. “No. I want you to crawl to me.” The order wraps around you like warm silk, voice sliding against your bones. You lower yourself back down to the floor, humiliation burning hot on your cheeks as you sway your hips in what you hope to be enticing. He stops you quickly and you look up at him from under fluttering lashes. “Strip. Slowly.” Your face burns even hotter and Eris can’t take his eyes off you as you rise, slowly undoing every single buckle on your leathers and letting them fall to the floor, leaving you entirely exposed to him before climbing onto the bed. His body is so warm against your skin as he draws your mouth to his, the burning taste of cinnamon whiskey floods your mouth. He dominates you even here, claiming you as his tongue wrestles with yours. The moan that slips out of you comes out scratchy from the abuse of your throat, and in a flash, you’re below him as he grinds his hips into yours. 
“Eris,” you whimper as his cock brushes against your folds. You need him to fill you to the brim, wanting him as close as possible. He shushes you gently as he bites at your pulse point, the only goal in his mind is to claim as he sucks dark marks into your neck. 
You’ll surely be wearing only turtle necks for a few weeks after this. 
His warm hands skate down your body, pulling and prodding at your sensitive nipples, letting out a dark chuckle as you whine at his ministrations. Eris mocks your moans as he rubs a finger at your center, rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers. Finally, he slips a finger inside of you rubbing at the spot that makes you see stars. He knows exactly where to touch to get you to dissolve, his beautiful mate bending to him like water running through his fingertips. That ring-clad hand curls around your throat, cold metal contrasting with his warm hands, and you keen as the pleasant dizzy feeling takes over your whole body. 
That feeling combined with the addition of another finger in your core sends you hurtling through gold-flecked oblivion.
He pulls his fingers out of you, sucking them into his mouth and moaning as he relishes the taste of you on his tongue. Staring down at your shaking form with smugness in his eyes as he circles the skin of your inner thigh, enjoying the way the muscles quiver under his touch. Eris sinks himself into you, inch by tortuous inch until you can’t tell where your body ends and he begins. He strokes slowly and deliberately, bruising you with his intensity as your vision goes white with searing pleasure every time he moves his hips.
You want him to leave his imprint everywhere on your body, that unanswered bond begging you to never leave this bed again. Eris must feel it too, that golden thread wrapping around his heart begging him to keep you, to never let another male so much as look at you. That makes something ugly twist in his chest and he almost snarls at even the thought of another male near you as his instincts take over and he draws your legs over his shoulders to hit an even deeper part inside of you. Your walls are clenching and fluttering around him as his pace turns ravenous, all you can do is try to hold on as your nails scrape jagged lines down his back. Eris scrapes his teeth over your neck, then he moves down to your nipple biting down as you scream his name before giving the other one equal attention. 
“Who do you belong to pet?” He murmurs in your ear in time with a thrust that's so deep your vision turns right. “Who’s the only one that can make you feel like this?” You can barely give him anything but a whimper as he devastates your body, pinching your clit in a way that elicits a pleasure-soaked sob. “Scream it for me,” he punctuates it with a slap against the apex of your thighs. 
“Yours Eris, I’m all yours!” You scream as you orgasm, tears running down your flushed cheeks, Eris follows soon after you spilling himself deep inside of you.
He pulls out, disappears into the bathroom, and returns with a clean rag to wipe up the mess he made between your thighs. He collapses onto the mattress next to you and pulls you to his chest, warming his hands with his power as he rubs slow circles into the small of your back. You look up at him and he’s taken aback at the vulnerability in your eyes. “Eris I-” you choke, unable to force the words you so desperately want to say past your lips. He shushes you with a kiss against your forehead. 
“I know,” he mutters into your hairline “I know.” You hold him tighter, blinking back tears as you lock the bond back down in its obsidian shackles,“I’ll wait an eternity for you.” It’s the last thing you hear before closing your eyes as you let him soothe you to sleep.
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“I trust everything went well?” Rhys asks, raising a dark brow at your form where you stand across from his desk. You subconsciously pull the dark turtleneck further up, the deep purple marks burning like a brand. You scrubbed yourself raw as soon as you winnowed yourself to your apartment, and you’re praying to the Mother that Rhys doesn’t even catch a whiff of Eris or the frankly copious amounts of sex. The thought of Eris enjoying it this morning, pressing his nose against the crook of your neck to make sure it really stuck, before crawling his way down your body to settle in between your thighs makes you triple-check that the steel of your mental shields was still in place.
“Nothing to report,” You rasp, voice destroyed after last night's events. The attempts to clear your throat are doing nothing to help you
“Are you alright?” Rhys questions, wringing his hands together on his desk as he shoots a concerned look. 
“Must just be a chill I caught in Autumn, those woods get cold at night.” You supply and he hums his agreement. 
“Well go rest, you’ve earned it. Perhaps you should see Madja for something to soothe your throat.” Rhys says and you nod your agreement, taking the cue for your dismissal. You wait until his office door clicks shut behind you to let out your sigh of relief, thinking of nothing but soft sheets and warm hands. 
You can only hope you get another mission there soon.
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littlesponge-fics · 8 months
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Hello spongy! I hope your mojo comes back. 🖤🐈‍⬛
Bakugou Katsuki - wedding ring - sadness or anger- choking 👀
Hopefully this sparks something. I know whatever you write will be wonderful!
Hi Kitten, thank you for your request, it’s helping loads and I’m feeling more optimistic about my writing already x x x
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Bare
Rating: 18+ Warnings: Smut, choking, implied infidelity, a bit of angst, intentionally vague. 
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It had all been going so well. 
Catching that prick of a villain towards the end of his shift; getting news that he’s on track to move up a few ranks in the next quarterly popularity polls; receiving a phone call from his mom, and not having her breathing down his neck over some stupid shit she wants him to do. 
Life was moving forward. Life was moving on. He was starting to forget. 
Then there’d been a knock at his door, disturbing him from a blessed sleep he hadn’t been able to sink into for weeks now. 
Finding you there. Here. On his doorstep. Mascara leaking down wet cheeks. A hastily packed bag at your feet and the words falling from trembling lips;
“I did it.”
It couldn’t have gone better. 
It was like old times. Colliding into one another like you hadn’t been gone for months; no word or sighting. A blank space in the shape of you that not even a faceless soul could fill. No late night phone calls that last until dawn, or early morning greetings that start with a smirk and a kiss. 
You came and left like a hurricane. Turning his world upside down. Having him craving the next meeting. 
Now it looks like you’re back. 
Be it for good. A week. A day. A night. An hour. 
He’ll take what he can get. Feed into the lie that may or may not be a reality. 
Until he saw it, and the floodgates opened. 
Having you under him. The dent in the mattress recognising your figure and moulding back into a familiar shape. The pillow beneath your head absorbing the scent of your shampoo and perfume, claiming it back into your possession. Satiating him for the nights without you. The slats of the headboard remember the way you gripped them, hung on, nails scratching and palms itching, leaning behind groves that he could trace and hold, reliving your last moments before you had to dress and step back into the world you had without him. 
Your back is soft against his chest, fitting perfectly into the crevasses, spine curved, hips raised between his thighs, rocking gently, meeting him like waves ebbing and flowing over a cool, moonlit beach. 
You’re anything but; you burn like the sun, skin kissed by fire, spreading your warmth and melting the cage he’s so diligently erected around himself since you’d last been here. 
Just like this. With him. 
The bars are buckling, warping, setting him free, only to be locked in a different kind of prison. 
It’s when he turns his head, just slightly away from the angle of your jaw to catch a breath, and the gold glint catches the light like an imploding star, does the heat turn icy. Those lapping waves are no longer welcoming and inviting, but tumultuous as they crash, ripped by outcroppings of rocks and debris, pushing, preventing, blocking, reminding him of the ties you have outside of him. 
You’ve always held him at a distance, and he’d appreciated it. Helped steel himself, keeping his head above water so as not to drown and become consumed by your pull. 
Didn’t stop the fall though. Let himself be weak for one moment and let you crawl inside his chest to nest. Plague his dreams, while you sleep soundly. 
He wants you to feel the choking want of longing and the need to inflict pain on the source. Throttle it with disgust and fury until it consumes itself and dies. 
Let him be. Let him live. 
The hand that had been cradling your breast slips from the flesh, to come up and around, fingers clawing as they settle and dig, tendons contracting around a vibrating throat. Moans stalled as you feel the change within him.  
“Take it off,” Katsuki bites through gritted teeth. 
You're so still he thinks you die a little death. Not the euphoric kind. This is the type that is dread, all consuming, has the hair on the back of your neck prickling. 
He can feel them. Soft yet sharp, drenched in sweat, a dusky aroma thickening and seeping into his open pores as they fight to rise up beneath his clawed hand, squeezing against a pulse that’s stopped its beating. 
The whites of your eyes have never been brighter, and the deep pits of your pupils never bigger. Your profile hurts to look at, which is why he’d taken you like he had, mounted you like a jungle cat, pressed your face into the sheets, fooled himself into thinking that he can pretend you’re someone else should you walk out once again. 
Never have to gaze upon the split affection you have warring within them whenever you have doubts. 
Katsuki doesn’t like to share. But for you he had. Let this charade commence until you finally gave in to the winning side.
You win some, you lose some. He just didn’t think he’d have been left in limbo for so long. Alone without a word or look, no indication whether your time together had an effect, tipping the scales in his favour. It has always been balanced. Equal. And it aggravated him that he’d found his match to a person with no image. 
If you’re truthful this time, if you’ve done as you’ve said, there’ll be no hesitation, it will be as involuntary as blinking. As effortless as a heartbeat. 
Your breath bursts, the inhale ragged. 
His fingers tighten around a string, slick and coarse. Lax and taut, until there’s nowhere else for it to go. 
And your hips don’t stop, canting an undulating rhythm that almost knocks his resolve back into the gutter. He keeps still though, doesn’t give an inch, even if his will slowly depletes and the urge to grind back becomes a battle he might just let himself lose. 
Your eyes rolling upward as you look at him from the corner of your eye, his nose pressing into your cheek, jaw clenching to keep the need at bay. 
He’s not playing this time, he means it as his forehead digs into your temple, hand closing marginally when you tilt your head back and he feels slack, your eyelashes fluttering along with a gasp. 
Trapping your left wrist against the mattress, he struggles for a moment, prying open your fisted fingers and finding the offending item. 
You’re enjoying this, he finds. Watching as you eye his every movement; bask in the precarious position he has you in. Letting him have the upper hand when really you know you’ve had him where you want him from the very beginning. Drawing him in and pushing him away as frequently as the wind blows.  
He sees it. The pleasure you get when you witness the ugliness of his jealousy rearing its head, fighting a perceived threat that’s no longer there. 
But it will always be here, taunting him until it’s gone for good. 
“Take. It. Off.”
You moan in reply, a whimper for a reprieve. 
Despite the heat radiating between you both, the band is cold, a last reminder of the wedge that keeps - kept - you apart. 
It doesn’t give so easily, like it’s holding on and maintaining that distance he is - was - never allowed to cross. Reminding him of who was here first. 
As it passes the first knuckle, you buck, and Katsuki answers with a thrust, pinning you until you can’t retaliate, except for a frustrated, wheezing moan, and a squeeze of your walls around his cock, a salty tear captured by his lips, sliding beneath his tongue as he bares his teeth with a rumbling growl. 
Effortlessly, it glides past the second, and he has it. 
It isn’t yours anymore. 
And it won’t be ever again. Soon it will be a distant memory Katsuki will erase along with the name that went along with it. 
The metal melts in his palm as he clasps the ring, twisting and distorting into a congealed mass, his eyes burning brightly along with the rage he’s been keeping under loose wraps. Glowing orange like a setting sun, or the dawning of a new morning. 
You whimper, strangled and desperate, until Katsuki moves again. 
Thrust. Thrust. Roll. Gold-coated palm singeing the flesh of your lower back, and sizzling the sweat pooled in the dip of your spine when he presses down to arch you further, pulling back your head by the grip he still has around your throat so you can watch him, raising up and gaining an angle that lets him get deeper, reach a place no one has - and never will - reach again. 
Except for him. 
You're his now. 
And that finger won’t stay bare for long. 
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princess-prettyboy · 7 months
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a lonely elf just sighed wistfully to a single blade of grass in the moonlit grove
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peachworthy · 6 months
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Music in Our Flag Means Death: Season 2, Episode 5
Incase anyone was curious about the music playing in the scene where Izzy is honing his combat skills surrounded by candles (2 x 05), it’s the beautiful Lied, Ständchen, by Franz Schubert.
In German, Ständchen means serenade. In the simplest terms, this art song is about love and wishing to be loved by one person. Though we only hear the instrumental version of this, it's actually from a song cycle that Schubert composed, with text by German poet, Ludwig Rellstab. Here are the roughly translated words below:
Softly, songs of mine are calling Through the night to you; In the peaceful grove here meet me, Dearest, come to me. Slender whisp'ring trees are rustling In the moonlit night; No betrayal finds a hearing Fear not, dearest, now. Wings of nightingales are beating Oh! Imploring you With the notes of sweetest sighing Urging you to me. They discern the bosom's yearning, Know the pangs of love, Stirring with their silver cadence, Every tender heart. Let your heart now beat with longing Dearest hear me now. Trembling, here for you I'm waiting Come, be with me soon.
Poetry like this presents countless interpretation, especially in the context of the episode and its placement in the scene with Izzy.
This isn’t a theme for Stede and Ed. They already have the Gnossienne no. 5 by Satie and Rêverie by Debussy (as I’ve illustrated last year during season 1). This is Izzy’s lied. His solo. His perspective.
I think in order to understand the power of this particular piece, we need to understand its compositional life and historical occurrence in Schubert's world. It was October of 1828, and Schubert was nearing the end of his days, battling the extremely painful tertiary syphilis, of which he would end up succumbing to in conjunction with bacterial typhoid shortly before the publication of this piece. This song is part of a larger song cycle of works, titled Schwanengesang, or "Swan Song" in German. This song cycle was set to poetry by Ludwig Rellstab and Heinrich Heine, two very prominent German poets in the late classical period. Schubert felt like he was falling fast towards death, but by some sort of display of inner strength, he managed to compose a song cycle, three piano sonatas and a string quintet, all within a half year. That's a feat even the most healthy composers couldn't accomplish. It's sad to know that the end of Schubert's life was accompanied by pain and hallucination, a total loss of faculties. He was 31. Schwanengesang, D957, was published posthumously. Music historians aren't entirely certain either way if Schubert titled it himself, or the editors that published the cycle, but it's interesting to name one's last song cycle for voice and piano "Swan Song", when by definition, a swan song denotes a farewell appearance before 'retiring'. Schubert had to know that his death was imminent, he was progressively terminal due to the tertiary syphilis. This ancient belief that swans would sing a beautiful song before death seems fitting for this music composed by Schubert, given his foot resting at the threshold between life and death. This song cycle brings back so many lovely memories for me. As an opera singer, I've sung this cycle, varied or in its entirety in several recitals during my professional career. Each time it's sung, I'm left with a different appreciation for the compositional structure, the tone painting and the life of the words in the score. There are 14 selections in this cycle and each piece, in my opinion, represents a different facet of life: (Ludwig Rellstab poetry) 1. Liebesbotshaft (Message of love) 2. Krieger's Ahnung (Warriors/Soldier's Foreboding) 3. Frühlingssehnsucht (Longing in Spring time) 4. Ständchen (Serenade, See recording below)
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5. Aufenhalt (Resting Place) 6. In Der Ferne (In the distance) 7. Abschied (Farewell) (Heinrich Heide poetry) 8. Der Atlas (The atlas) 9. Ihr Bild (Her Image) 10. Das Fischermädchen (The fisherwoman) 11. Die Stadt (The City) 12. Am Meer (By the Sea) 13. Der Doppelgänger (The double) 14. Die Taubenpost (The pigeon post) Schubert utilized poetry pertaining to young love, appreciation of nature, familiar places, heartbreak, longing and death. Schubert's young life was filled with music. He is probably one of music's most prolific composers, with over 600 secular songs under his belt, and that's just vocal. He also composed orchestral music, opera, symphonies, chamber music and even incidental music. The dude was legendary, and yet his vocal scores represented the human condition. He was simply a humanist, utilizing music as a vehicle for the most human expression: love, life and death. That's a swan song if ever I heard one. His bohemian and adventurous sex life may have gotten the better of him, but what we are left with are these insights into Schubert's heart and mind. Which brings me back to Izzy. Take a look at the score below:
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The original key is D minor and historically, that key has always represented sadness, anxiety and deep pain. This singer has to convey this desperation for their loved one. The piece opens with these staccati in the right hand, playing a d minor chord. It's disconnected and pulsing, like a heart beat. From the start of the piece, there's anxiety. When the vocal line begins, you'll notice a string of broken triplets, playing against the meter of the quarter notes in the accompaniment. This can either be interpreted as a more fluid, conversational speech, or Schubert could have used this as a way to show tension between the vocal line and accompaniment, as the vocal line bucks up against the metered piano. The line "Liebchen, komm zu mir", or "Dear, come to me" brings the piece to its relative major key, F Major, which represents a sense of calm. Whenever the singer thinks of their lover, the key changes. "Liebchen, komm zu mir" is also the last lyric played by the violin in this scene with Izzy in the candle circle. Izzy is focused on a solitary candle and the music stops as Stede walks down the stairs, which to me, means that this music represents Izzy's internal monologue. He's saying "Come to me" .....to Ed. And then Stede walks down the stairs, causing the music to halt. It's quite genius actually. It's no surprise that Izzy loves Ed, so that juxtaposition between this love triangle and accompaniment is so well thought out and concise. These last episode installments has shown the audience what a platonic relationship between Izzy and Stede could look like. Izzy teaching Stede swordsman/combat skills is his way of passing the torch, as it were, in acceptance of Stede and Ed. Now we won't know if this is Izzy's swan song, because we haven't heard its full resolution in the context of the show, but I'm curious to see if this piece surfaces again in later episode this season and whether it becomes Izzy's full-fledged theme, or just an enhancement to a particular scene. If you all enjoyed this musical analysis, let me know. And I HIGHLY recommend listening to the entirety of Schwanengesang. It's a masterful song cycle. Thanks for listening.
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November NA vsartparty sketches!!! Everybody looked so absolutely wonderful! There were so many good lookin toons! As usual, folks are tagged below and I'll update as I find people. 🦇🕯️🎃🕯️🦇
Ulfar Jaggedfrost (@adaarsvitaar)
Arseaz (@lyhil)
Dalamar Lee (@scribesofcalamity)
Hematologist Vleori (@moonlit-grove)
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Realms apart | Jang Wonyoung
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pairing: Sorcerer!Jang Wonyoung x Fae!Reader
>wc: 1.4k
sypnosis: two souls, Y/N and Wonyoung, discover an otherworldly connection through a magical portal. As their enchanting journey unfolds, unforeseen challenges lead to a heart-wrenching separation, leaving them yearning across realms.
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In the midst of enchanted realms, Y/N, a delicate fae with wings that shimmered like the moon, stumbled upon an ancient portal during her ethereal wanderings.
"Hello there," Y/N said softly, her wings fluttering delicately. "I'm a fae from the realm of moonlit dreams. And you are?"
Out from the other side emerged Wonyoung, a sorceress with silver hair flowing like starlight.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N," Wonyoung said with a gentle smile. "I'm Wonyoung, a sorceress from realms unknown. Looks like we've stumbled upon quite the enchanting encounter, haven't we?"
Unaware of each other's origins, Y/N and Wonyoung found themselves drawn together by the intrigue of unexplored landscapes. "This place is something else," Y/N continued. "Feels like a whole new world."
Wonyoung grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Yeah, a world filled with surprises. Let's see what it's got."
Their days unfolded with a rhythm of unexpected moments. Amidst vibrant wildflowers, Y/N admired the colors. "Nature here sure knows how to throw a party, huh?"
Wonyoung chuckled, brushing off a stray petal. "Absolutely. It's like every day is a festival."
As they ventured deeper, they encountered mystical creatures. One day, mischievous sprites decided to test their wit with a riddle. Y/N smirked, turning to Wonyoung. "Ready for some brain exercise?"
Wonyoung raised an eyebrow. "Always. Let's show these sprites what we've got."
Their cleverness unraveled the puzzle, earning the sprites' playful laughter. The duo's laughter joined the woodland chorus.
In the heart of ancient ruins, Y/N traced her fingers along worn carvings. "These markings tell tales of the past. Feels like we're stepping into history."
Wonyoung, examining the carvings, nodded. "Who knows, maybe someone will find traces of our mischief someday."
However, their enchanting journey faced challenges. A day marked by ominous clouds brought forth a torrential storm. Y/N and Wonyoung sought refuge in a hidden cave, the echoes of thunder creating an intimate melody.
"Looks like nature decided to test our resilience," Y/N said, her wings slightly dampened. Unable to move her wings, she tried fluttering them but failed. Her whimpers of pain echoing through the cave.
Wonyoung frowned, conjuring a shimmering shield against the rain. "Are you okay? Do you want me to help with anything?." 
Y/N smiled softly “Thank you Wony but there really isn’t much to do, all we gotta do is wait till it dries.” 
As they faced challenges, the strain on the portal became apparent. Sitting by a moonlit pool, Y/N sighed. "We can't ignore the portal's instability. We need to find a way to fix this or risk being stuck here."
Wonyoung nodded, her expression determined. "Agreed. Let's not let some wonky portal ruin our time in this magical mess."
Nights beneath the starlit sky turned into moments of shared warmth. By the crackling fire, their eyes met. A soft smile tugged at Y/N's lips. "Guess we've found our own kind of magic in all this chaos."
Wonyoung, captivated by the flickering flames and Y/N's presence, reached out. "Maybe the real magic is us, together, navigating through the unknown."
Days turned into nights, and beneath the starlit sky, Y/N and Wonyoung embraced the unpredictability of their adventure. The magic of their days wasn't just in the realms they traversed but in the laughter, banter, and shared understanding that made each moment and every touch unforgettable.
Amidst the enchantment, more moments unfolded. They discovered a hidden grove where luminescent fireflies created a mesmerizing dance. Y/N grinned, her eyes reflecting the soft glow. "Looks like the stars came down to join our little party."
Wonyoung chuckled, the fireflies casting a gentle glow on her features. "Our own private light show."
Their journey led them to a tranquil meadow, where they lay side by side, watching clouds drift lazily across the sky. Y/N pointed to the sky, tracing imaginary shapes. "See that cloud? Looks like a dragon."
Wonyoung followed Y/N's gaze, a playful smile forming. "A dragon, huh? I see it now. Your imagination is something else."
The simple moments, like sharing laughter and creating imaginary tales, became the threads weaving the tapestry of their shared days. In a spontaneous gesture, Y/N reached for Wonyoung's hand, fingers intertwining effortlessly.
As they strolled through a field of blossoms, the air filled with their laughter. Wonyoung playfully plucked a flower, tucking it behind Y/N's ear. "For the most enchanting fae in all the realms."
Y/N grinned, a blush tinting her cheeks. "And for the sorceress who weaves magic into every moment."
In these quiet and unexpected moments, their connection deepened. Whether facing challenges or reveling in the simplicity of shared laughter, Y/N and Wonyoung embraced the unpredictable beauty of their intertwined destinies.
The final moments approached, and Y/N and Wonyoung faced the heart-wrenching truth—their enchanting journey was reaching its tragic conclusion. The once-stable portal now pulsated erratically, casting a cold, uncertain light upon their somber faces.
As they sat by the moonlit pool, the air became heavy with the impending farewell. Wonyoung's voice trembled as she spoke, "Y/N, the portal's instability... it's tearing us apart. I never imagined our story would end like this."
Y/N, with tearful eyes, whispered, "Sometimes, even the most beautiful stories are marred by cruel endings. It feels like the magic we found is slipping away."
They clung to each other's hands, fingers desperately entwined as if trying to defy the inevitable. The once-vibrant realms echoed with the haunting melody of separation, each note a painful reminder of what they were about to lose.
The moonlit pool, once a reflection of their shared laughter, now seemed to mock them with its cold, indifferent surface. Y/N's voice cracked as she uttered the words that shattered their hearts, "Wonyoung, we can't escape this. The portal is taking you away, and I can't follow."
Wonyoung, tears streaming down her face, replied, "I thought our love could defy the forces that govern these realms. But it seems we were just fleeting stars in a vast, indifferent cosmos."
They held onto their final moments, as if stretching time itself. In the cruel dance of fate, the portal surged, demanding its toll. Y/N and Wonyoung shared a tearful gaze, a silent farewell etched with unspoken love and agony.
"I'll carry the echoes of our laughter, the warmth of your touch, and the haunting memory of our shared journey," Wonyoung whispered, her voice breaking with sorrow.
Y/N, her voice choked with grief, replied, "And I'll hold onto the fragments of our magic, the stolen kisses beneath starlit skies, and the love that defied the boundaries of realms."
As the portal enveloped them, their final desperate words hung in the air, lingering like an unfulfilled promise. The realms that once witnessed their joy now bore witness to the brutal separation.
In the heart-wrenching silence that followed, Y/N and Wonyoung found themselves torn apart, stranded on opposite sides of an unforgiving magical chasm. The moonlit pool, a cold reflection of their yearning, stood as a silent testimony to a love that transcended dimensions but succumbed to the inevitable tragedy of a world where magic dictated merciless endings.
As the portal's shimmering glow subsided, leaving them in their respective realms, a strange sense of emptiness settled over Y/N and Wonyoung. Wonyoung, standing alone in her realm, felt the weight of separation press upon her. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over, as the reality of their parting sank in.
She gazed longingly at the place where the portal once connected them, aching for the presence of the delicate fae who had become her everything. The air in her realm seemed to echo with the distant laughter and shared moments, now haunting reminders of what was lost.
Meanwhile, in her own realm, Y/N crumpled to the floor, overwhelmed by the agony of their separation. Her cries reverberated through the magical landscapes that once felt so alive with the shared joy of their adventure. Tears streamed down her face as she called out, a desperate plea carried by the unseen forces that now kept them apart.
"Wonyoung! Please, come back! Don't leave me alone in this endless emptiness!" Y/N's voice wavered with sorrow, reaching across the realms in a futile attempt to bridge the insurmountable gap.
In her realm, Wonyoung clutched her chest, feeling the resonance of Y/N's pain. The unspoken connection that bound them seemed to stretch and strain, a testament to a love that refused to be severed by mere distance.
As Wonyoung stood, heavy with unshed tears, and Y/N cried out in the solitude of her own realm, the moonlit pool reflected the heartbreaking duality of their shared grief. The realms, once filled with enchantment, now bore witness to the somber aftermath of a love that faced the cruelest fate imaginable—forever existing in the echo of what once was.
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a/n: this was super rushed but happy new years!!! (I'm so late ik)
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If you're still taking requests, please could we see a scenario of a Druid!Tav whose main wildshape is a direwolf and they fight a lot better in wildshape than in regular shape, however since learning of Shadowheart's fear of wolves, they practically never fight in wildshape anymore and as a result get badly hurt? Ends up admitting its because they don't want Shadowheart to be scared of them because they've developed feelings for her and the last thing they want is for her to be scared of them?
Thank you in advance!
Moonlit Nights (Shadowheart x GN Druid Reader)
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Author's note: damn, I love her. Thank you for requesting and thanks for reading, my loves. 💛 Angsty fluff ahead~
You'd taken more hits this battle, but you determined to save your wild shape. Just until the last possible second. You hadn't used it since the druid's grove after going to see Kagha and Shadowheart had confessed her fear of wolves. You were still a formidable warrior in your regular body, but in your wolf form, you could have lain waste to enemies tenfold. Yet you'd promised yourself to put it aside for her. She was so damn standoffish but you'd seen the heart that lay beneath.
At the tiefling party when you'd shared a kiss, you knew that alcohol was the only way she felt relaxed enough to open up to you. You didn't want to take advantage of her so you waited for an invitation. When she gazed at you under the moon, it made the wolf in you want to surface but you denied yourself, refusing to give her cause to be frightened by you. You leaned in, waiting for her and your whole body turned to putty as her lips moved in to meet yours. You pinned her beneath you, pressing hot and eager kisses across her skin as the sun rose.
Since then, you'd taken care to be near her in case she needed something, but not hover so near that she felt you were overwhelming her. Your party members knew you could shift into wild shape and you'd often turned into a cat just because it pleased Gale so much. But never in battle and never a wolf. You missed running around under the sky, the dirt flying under your massive paws and so you promised yourself that you'd go for a run.
You ran along under the sky through the woods that lay beside the Risen Road. The wind whipped through your fur and your claws pulled up the ground as you ran. Your tongue lolled out and you howled at the sky. After spending hours running on the trails, you turned around and trotted back to camp. As you neared, you shifted and stopped by the stream to clean the dirt off.
"Gods, you're enormous," Karlach's voice rang out from behind you.
You flinched and continued washing your face.
As she moved closer, she asked, "Why don't you use that in battle? Not that your magic isn't helpful but hells we could really use that beast sometimes."
You sat back on your heels and swiped the water off your face.
"Shadowheart. I know you didn't initially come with us into the grove, but I learned then that she was afraid of wolves and I haven't shifted around her since. I can't. She's deathly afraid and I wont be the cause of her terror."
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You were really regretting your decision now that you were in the creche. The githyanki were overwhelming and you were waning quickly. You'd had to fight your way out and you were so close you could almost taste it. A long cut lay across your hip and your thighs shook as you struggled to stay upright. Shadowheart was healing as much as she could, but it just wasn't enough to counteract their powerful attacks.
"Change!" she screamed at you. "Use your wild shape!"
"No," you gritted out as you swung your staff and raised thorns from the ground.
Every damn time you did that, they'd jump over it, but gods you had to try. Just a little longer, Tav. Almost there. You spun and deflected a hit but you hadn't noticed the blow coming toward your head. You ducked but not quickly enough and the githyanki's pommel collided with your temple nearly hard enough to make you collapse.
"Change, damn you!" she begged.
Your vision blurred and you swayed as finally Lae'zel managed the last hit on your opponents. You sighed in relief, but were torn between clutching your side to keep all the vital bits inside and holding your pounding head. Your knees landed on the floor, pain reverberating through your body as you swayed and keeled over. The last thing you remembered was frantic hands patting your face and your head being moved to someone's lap.
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When you woke, you were in your tent, pounding head settling back to normal. You sighed in relief and slowly blinked your eyes open. An incredibly irate Shadowheart was glaring down at you. You slowly sat up, preparing to meet her wrath. She instantly shoved you and began screaming.
"Damn you damn you damn you! Why didn't you just change?! You were nearly gone and I couldn't heal you! You could have changed!"
Her fists beat weakly at your chest as she burst into sobs. Footsteps pounded over to your tent and Karlach poked her head in.
"Everything alright in here?"
You waved her away and shut the tent flaps before turning back to Shadowheart and catching her wrists in motion. You pushed them down into her lap and pulled her into yours, holding her tightly against your chest.
"Shh shh shh. C'mere. I've got you."
You rocked back and forth with her in your arms until her sniffles began to subside. Her hair was unbound and your fingers carefully ran through it, detangling the strands. The tent was quiet except for the sound of her soft hiccups. She curled tighter against you, pressing a small palm over your heart. She took comfort from its beat and sighed as she tried to regulate her emotions.
"What are you thinking?"
Your words were a soft murmur into her hair and her response was just as quiet.
"I couldn't get to you, couldn't heal you. It wasn't enough," she sniffled.
You pressed a soft kiss into her forehead.
"I just don't understand why you didn't change and heal yourself," she whimpered.
You shifted her so you could see her face by the dim light of the lantern. You brushed a thumb along her jaw and smiled sadly at her. Her bright green eyes reminded you of the forest you loved so very dearly and at that moment you realized how deeply your adoration for her had burrowed into your heart.
"Shadowheart," you murmured. "I care so dearly for you. I know you want to keep everyone at arm's length, but I want to be the one you lean on. Depend on me. Let me in."
A blush burned on her cheeks as she looked back into your eyes. A soft amber light glanced over her cheeks and you realized it was the glow of your eyes from your wolf trying to come through, trying to make you strong enough to protect the one you cared for most.
She spluttered and fidgeted with your fingers.
"I don't see what this has to do with my question."
You laughed softly.
"Everything, Shadowheart. Everything. Do you know what my wild shape is? The one that makes me strongest that I would use in battle?"
"Of course not, because you don't use it!"
You laughed again and nodded.
"I don't use it because I'm a wolf."
Her eyes widened, slightly fearful, and then softened in understanding. You nodded when you saw her reach the conclusion.
"Why didn't you just do it or tell me at least?"
"I didn't want you to be afraid of me. Not after we went into the druid's grove. I saw how terrified you were. I would never do that to you. I want to protect you and for you to feel safe around me. Maybe one day I'll use it when we're in battle together, but not until you think you can handle it."
She was silent for a few moments before sighing deeply and hiding her face in your neck.
"I want to try... I want you to be able to fight and be your best and I don't want to be the one holding you back."
"We can get through it. Together."
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Shadowheart's voice quivered as she knelt in the clearing.
"O-okay. You can come out now."
Your tail swished, excitement running through you. You padded forward from the trees and sat beside her. A glance out of the corner of your eyes revealed hers still closed. You stretched out, resting your head on your front paws and huffed a deep sigh so she knew where you were.
Her hands shook as they reached out slowly and buried in your fur. You held as still as possible, not wanting to frighten her. She ran her fingers lightly through your fur, enticed by the soft feeling of it. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she took you in, hulking body resting beside her. Her breath came out in sharp gasps and you stilled, not even wagging your tail.
"It's fine," she wheezed. "I'm alright. I know it's you."
You let out a soft whine and snorted, causing dust to fly up under your nose. Your head reared back and you sneezed, more dust flying everywhere. You shook your head, ears flattening and grumbled low in your throat.
"Pfft."
Your ears perked up and you turned your head just slightly to be able to see her. Her hand was slapped over her mouth and her body shook with the exertion of keeping her laughter in. Within moments, she was sent into a fit of giggles.
"That was unexpectedly adorable, Tav."
Her eyes were bright as she looked down at you, boldly meeting your wolf eyes. You played up her attentions, whining again and huffing indignantly.
"Oh, poor baby," she cooed.
Her hands moved downward, paused, and then resumed toward your face. She lifted your face slightly and shifted closer, plopping your head in her lap. She scratched between your ears and rubbed the backs of them. Your tongue lolled out onto her thigh and she gasped.
"Are you seriously drooling on me right now?"
Your mouth snapped shut and you whined, nosing gently at her stomach. She gently pat your head and leaned down to bury her face in your neck.
"Thank you for this," she whispered.
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🎟 pls use this for whichever question from the jumbo ask game seems most interesting to ask Cyp, ty <3 - moonlit-grove
Cyp ask! :D I shall do so, thanks a bunch <3 Let's see...I'll do this one: 📀 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted? As far as Cyp's concerned, if you managed to get him to trust you? It'd actually be pretty easy to lie to or manipulate him. But the barrier for that is So High that it's very unlikely he'd be successfully manipulated. He just...doesn't really trust anyone fully, and takes pretty much anything with, at minimum, a hefty pinch of salt. As far as shock and/or confusion, there's a decent amount of the world he still doesn't fully understand. He doesn't act shocked or confused much, but he does have a lot of experience with both emotions. So if you were to set out to shock or confuse him, you'd probably have more luck there. And can Cyp be trusted? Yes. That's pretty much just a flat-out yes. He doesn't lie at all, really, so if he says he'll do something, you can trust that he'll at least give it a shot. (Bonus note: that last point is one of the big differences between main canon Cyp and Commander!Cyp in my AU. AU Cyp knows how to lie and manipulate, and though he doesn't use it as much as he could, he does in fact do it.)
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Moonlit Mist / Seaside Grove
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just-eyris-things · 2 years
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THIS JUST CAME IN FOLKS, @moonlit-grove JUST PRONOUNCED AIRELL THE ELDER FROG!!!!!!
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