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the-silver-chronicles · 4 months
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Just went and came up with the heights of the Apostles of Zachariah’s specialised Prophet Hunters members.
Just a recap, the Prophet Hunters are currently five (six if you count the Harbinger in one AU) members of the Apostles who were trained and experimented on to specifically hunt down prophets (because Paul hates prophets and Zachariah wants to tie up loose ends). These five reject their mortal names for those surrounded in myth and legend, becoming “reborn” for their new purpose. They consist of Manticore (the strategist), Behemoth (the Armorer and second in command), Medusa (Intel gatherer and third in command), Harpy (Explosive expert, gadgeteer and pilot) and Leviathan (recon and assassin). They aren’t in the main storyline (because they’re dead… or are they?) but they do appear in some AUs.
Anyway, here are their heights from tallest to shortest (though this may change in the future):
Manticore (around 8’9)
Medusa (around 8’3)
Behemoth (around 7’11)
Leviathan (around 7’4)
And lastly Harpy (Around 6’10)
Special mention the Harbinger/Silva in The Harbinger’s Salvation AU (she’s around 5’8 or 5’9 in most canons even here, but the armour makes her height 6’5).
Anyway, bye!
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moralesluvr · 10 months
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May I request Hobie x black fem reader and Hobie just thinks that she'd look good with certain piercings (vertical labret, anti-eyebrow, nipples) (just to name a few) and just decides to pierce her himself. It's just look "I think you'd look great with a Medusa" and she's like "ya got a needle?" --🐝
triple threat ft. hobie brown
♡ pairings & aus: hobie brown x fem!black!reader (reader also has locs in this one!) ♡ summary: hobie shows you some piercings he'd think you'd rock, so why not have him pierce them on you himself? ♡ warnings: one (1) swear, blood, i think that's it? ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡
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"YOU WOULD LOOK BLOODY PERFECT IN THESE." Your lover says excitingly, showing you a picture of a smiley piercing on his phone. This was nearly the hundredth piercing or tattoo idea that he's shown you in the past five minutes, but you let him have his moment because he was proud of finding one's that you could match in, but that also suit you.
"Bee, you don't even have a smiley," you hummed from your position atop the kitchen counter, where you were clad in one of Hobie's big band tees and a pair of frilly white panties. You swung your feet back and forth while Hobie walked around the kitchen, looking at more pictures.
"Alright, love-- I think I have it settled," he turns to you proudly, "You would rock a smiley, a nose ring, and an eyebrow piercin', hm? What d'ya think?"
Shrugging, you reply, "I think it's good shit. Got a needle?"
Hobie gives you a sly smirk, his lack of a verbal response letting you know that he has everything he needs. He tells you that he'll be right back before disappearing into his bedroom to grab whatever items he needed.
A few minutes later, he comes back into the kitchen with all his supplies, plus a few towels and things that you could squeeze in your hand if your pain tolerance wasn't so hot. He comes up to you, his hands rubbing both of your thighs soothingly, "If you don't wanna have me pierce 'ya, we don't have to, love, I was only giving suggestions."
You shake your head. "Go ahead. I'm okay."
He grins, pulling your pretty locs back with his bejeweled hands. He grabs a piece of jewelry that looks like an upside down horseshoe and sets it on a paper towel beside you. You spread your legs so that he can get better access to you, "Alright, 'imma admit, I'm a little nervous."
"Don't be." Hobie reassures you, his left hand craning up to tuck his index finger underneath your jaw. He tilts your head open, "Open wide f'me."
You obey, opening your mouth as you were asked. Hobie lifts your top lip up carefully and rests on a spot below your nose, "Mkay, hold it right there."
While you hold your lip and squeeze your eyes shut for the anticipating pain, your boyfriend carefully places the needle where he's going to pierce you. You expect him to give you a countdown, or something, but instead he just shoots the needle through the thin flesh of your smiley. You flinch and the only reason you don't curse is because your mouth is wide open.
"I know, I know, sweetheart- but you did so good." Hobie praises, "And no blood."
You try to say something to his statement, but it just comes out airy the way your lip is nearly touching the tip of your nose. That makes Hobie chuckle as he slides the silver piece of jewelry through the needle, slipping it into your newly punctured smiley. He opens his phone and shows you it through the camera, "Smile!"
You do, and you instantly smile wider at how cute it looks. "Thank you, baby! 'S so cute...can you do my nose next?"
Hobie nods and sanitizes all the materials he used, throwing out packing from your jewelry and other random things that you didn't care to know what they were. He walked back over to you again with a sharpie, drawing a little heart on your left nostril to mark where you'd be pierced.
"This a ring or a stud?"
"Ring, it'll look nice on you." He winks, taking the needle and pressing it through your nose quickly. Besides your eyes watering, you didn't really react much. Plus, you were practically used to Hobie's lack of a countdown for you.
"Hold on, darlin', you're bleedin' a little." He remarks, pressing a cool towel to your nose to wipe off some of the blood. He then quickly slips a silver ring inside your nose and lets you look at it.
"You ate," you giggle at him, "But I'm honestly surprised that you haven't given me nerve damage with your random pierce points."
"Uh huh, I know what I'm doing."
You ignore him to try and mentally prepare for your next and final piercing. You just knew your eyebrow would hurt, and you weren't quite sure if you could handle all of the aching and pain all at once. By the time you're done getting lost in your own mind, Hobie's ready for your last piercing. He can also tell you're overthinking.
"It's gonna be okay, love," he reassures, looking at the two dots he marked on top of your right brow. He taps your skin with the needle before pushing it through the doughy flesh before you could back out. The pain shoots straight up your head, and you nearly cry out at the sensation. You bite your lip and look up while Hobie rubs your hand with his own free one, "Shh...you're okay...did 's good. All done, yeah?"
You nod, squeezing his hand as he slid one of his own pieces of jewelry in your eyebrow that he had cleaned off. He admired you for a second, cupping your cheek with his hand, "Bloody beautiful. 'Imma take a picture."
Blinking away the tears in your eyes, you post for the picture sadly, a heartbreaking smile on your face as you threw up a peace sign. Hobie gives you a neutral, thin-lipped look, "You're an idiot. Pose right."
You shrug, giving the camera a genuine smile. As he takes the picture, you murmur through your teeth,
"I'm neva' lettin' you anywhere near a needle again."
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dean-a-mean-tae · 5 months
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Body Modifications + Sense of Style | Stay Kids Extra Member AU
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☼Nicholas' Piercings☼
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— He has the standard lobe piercings on both ears. Has a belly piercing: he got the butterfly piercing from his sister when he was sixteen. A septum piercing, nostril piercing, a labret piercing (below the lip, above the chin), a "medusa" piercing (above the lip, under the nose)
☼Nicholas' Tattoos☼
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☾ Snake wrapped around his right ring finger
— No meaning behind this one. Got it when he turned 19. He just got it because he thought it looks pretty.
☾ 2018 on the right side of his right ankle
— The year Stray Kids debuted, he got it two years after. He remembers how touched the group was, but how worried Chan was about him getting in trouble.
☾ 4 Stars on his stomach/hips -> two on each side
— First tattoo he got when he was 18, a friend of his sister gave it to him. Originally, the tattoo was supposed to be two big stars on either side. He added the little stars to represent his sister and himself last minute.
He got in trouble each time and had to hide them with makeup and rings until he turned 20.
☼Sense of Style☼
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He's wearing a silk shirt with the first 2-3 buttons undone, or he's wearing a suit jacket over a black or white shirt.
He wears a lot of silver: necklaces, rings, chains.
Even though he's tall, sometimes he'll still wear boots with heels on them. Not small heels, he’ll wear 5-inch heels.
Sometimes he'll wear hoodies, depending on where he's going and how he's feeling
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Nicholas Ross Master list
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vivianblack21-blog · 8 months
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As promised these are just few of the fic recs I have for Soukoku. Please do tell me if you liked them and need more. I would be happy to share
Soukoku Fic Recs Part-1
1) User: burgundytshirt
https://archiveofourown.org/users/burgundytshirt/pseuds/burgundytshirt
This author translates Chinese fanfiction written by another author and THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL. Like the characterization is so on point that I nearly cried with joy.
Especially new york holiday.
If anyone told me that story was canon I would probably believe them.
2) where your loyalties lie
https://archiveofourown.org/works/11259063/chapters/25172970
Another great multichaptered fic that is a Mafia AU but the only difference being there is no Port Mafia but two factions and an arrange marriage between them. Well written and well executed my favourite multichaptered fic
3) Lycanthropic Blues
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27377785
Do you want to know what happens after Fifteen? If you read this you will feel like it actually happened and it is part of the Canon verse.
4) hey look, the sky's falling apart
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26359837/chapters/64200592
What if Chuuya leaves Port Mafia and drags Dazai with him? One of the insanely well written fics I have had the pleasure to read. It is just so genuine with nothing extra. Found family.
5) press to start
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26413264
I love one shots that focus on them as friends with a hint of it being lovers.
6) money well spent
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22766278
By the same author as above.
7) deeply rooted
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18300539
A Hanahaki fic. I have a weird weakness regarding Hanahaki and Soulmate stories for some unknown reason. This is cute and so in time to how they may be.
8) to cut down the stars
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28829484
Another Soul Mate AU. Dazai is the one kind of pining here so...
9) pure and simple
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26205673
This fic is so warm. I don't know how else to describe it.
10) and they say romance is dead
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17869847
I found this cute.
11) I wanna spend some time with you
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28793055
Buraiha Trio + Chuuya in Bar Lupin? This is the fic.
12) love, triumphant
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25743646/chapters/62514751
An alternate Stormbringer?
Soukoku AUs
1) the person you love is 72.8% water
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25926208
Light hearted AU featuring Chuuya and rest of the cast as doctors and Dazai as Port Mafia Boss. Dazai being smitten by Chuuya (and so is Chuuya) is absolutely the cutest thing ever.
2) Chuuya is red hot and Dazai is so not
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15624903/chapters/36279666
College Professors AU! It is a cute fic with good characterizations.
3) your honeyed words from a silver tongue (or am i the only one worthy of your honesty?)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27803506
High School AU. Cute.
4)Eyes are windows to the soul (so I keep my curtains closed)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/16011755/chapters/37363214
A Medusa AU.
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ratsoh-writes · 29 days
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Alright! Physical appearances for all au Asgores and toriel!
Miss: 7’5, looks just like classic toriel, but with some cuts along her muzzle, arms and back where it scarred and the fur doesn’t grow back. And her fur is just a tad on the grey side now
Winter: she’s 8 feet tall even and has thick pure white fur with two large forward facing horns and blue eyes and magic.
Plum: he’s 7’6 feet tall, with a pale blue grey fur and purple magic. No horns
King: 8’9, he has white fur and a black beard, and four horns, two small ones facing forwards and two large ones curling behind his head. He has three large scars on his right eye with the middle extending down to his nose. His eyes/magic are yellow
Summer: 7’9 she has slightly wavy white fur and a red beard along with matching red eyes. No horns or scars
Spring: 7’9, she has tan fur and two small nub horns on the top of her head, and pink eyes. She has a small scar on her nose
Tatters: 7’11, he has grey fur with a white beard, two average horns sticking up and purple eyes. No scars
Empress: 8 feet even, she has gold fur and two gorgeous horns that’s spiral upwards on her head. Her eyes are blood red. She has several large scars on her paws and lower arms.
Ivory: 9’7, he is the largest royal. he has white fur, a silver beard and green eyes. Both his horns used to be large but were broken off leaving large stumps on his head. He has a scar across his neck.
Medusa: 7’3, and the smallest royal. Her fur is pure black and she has a slight curl in the mini black beard under her chin. No horns. She has green eyes. No scars
Snapper: 8’2 he has grey fur and a dark red beard with two small nub horns on his head. His eyes are yellow. He has a piece of his right ear missing.
Eros: 7’6, he has peach fur and two Ram horns on his head with a white curly beard. His eyes are baby blue.
Charity: 8’1, she has blue grey fur, no horns, and a white beard. Her eyes are a pastel orange. She has darker orange freckles on her nose
Satin:7’11 she has blue grey curly fur, and two curled Ram horns. Her eyes are a bubblegum pink
Velvet: 8’2he has VERY fluffy curly peach fur. It’s a pain to deal with. His beard is white and his eyes are yellow. No horns
Vamp: 9 feet even, he has pitch black fur, a plum colored beard and four small nub horns. His eyes are a navy blue. He has two small scars underneath his right eye
Duchess: 9 feet even, she’s got a dark brown fur with some lighter ombré along her nose. Her eyes are lilac. No horns or scars
Zeus: 8’7 he has blonde fur and a white beard with two curly Ram horns. His eyes are an electric blue
Hestia: 9’2 she also has blonde fur, a white beard and two straight horns facing forward. Her eyes are a sage green.
Venice: 8’4 he has a chocolate brown fur, no beard, and two large horns curling slightly backwards. His eyes are a very pale blue
Swan: 7’8 she has pitch black fur with a white shorter beard. No horns. Her eyes are a royal purple
Scope: 9’4 he has the thinnest fur of the royals. His is a warm grey, no beard or horns. His eyes are a dark blue
Silk: 8’8 she has curly tan fur with two nub horns. Her eyes are blood red
Founder: 7’6, he has tan fur, a dark brown beard and Ram horns. His eyes are a pine green.
Fey: 7’5 she has tan fur, a white beard and two nub horns. Her eyes are a dark chocolate brown.
Poseidon: 9’2 he has dark cool grey fur and a black beard. His right horn faces forward but he lost his left in a fight. His eyes are baby blue
Salacia: 9’2 she has pitch black fur, no horns or beard. She has a bite shaped scar on her hip. Her eyes are stormy grey.
Lulworth: 8’8, he is a blue grey furred goat with a white beard, no horns. He has yellow eyes.
Lapis: 9’2, she has dark cool grey fur and stunning lapis blue eyes and magic.
Orca: 8’7 he has white fur, a grey beard and orange eyes, no horns. He has a bite scar on his torso on both sides. The bite scars are sea turtle sized lol.
Seahorse: 9’1 she has light cool grey fur and two spiraled upwards facing horns. Her eyes are a sea green.
Thunderstorm: 9 feet even, his fur is a dark strong grey, he has a black beard and two large spiraled horns. His eyes are an electric yellow, so light they’re almost white. His wings match the shape of an albatross’ wings and are mostly the same grey as his fur, but with the wing tips being his magics yellow.
Snowfall: 7’8 she has thick white fur, four horns, a Rams and two nubs, and her eyes are a pale powder blue. Her wings match the shape of a turkeys wings and are pure white with a single blue stripe across the longest feathers.
Gallery: 7’7 he has dirty blonde fur and a brown beard. No horns. His magic is a cherry red
Melody: 8’6, she has chocolate brown fur, no beard or horns. Her magic is orange
Hercules: 9’3, his fur is white and he has a tan curly beard. His horns are large and face forward. There’s a small scar on his right shoulder. His eyes are a wine purple.
Nebula: 9’2 she has grey fur and a white beard. She also has two small spiraled horns sticking straight up. She has a large thick scar across her muzzle between her eyes. Her eyes are navy blue
Saturn: 9’4 she’s the only ginger royal with a natural red fur. Her beard is blonde and she has two nub horns. Her magic color is a pretty sky blue.
Mars: 8’9 he has strawberry blonde fur, a darker brown beard and rust red eyes. No horns.
Fafnir: 9’6, he has white fur, a blonde beard and two standard horns. His eyes are red. His dragon wings are white with red lining where the skin meets the joints of the wings
Delphyne: 9’4 she has white fur, two nubs horns and plum eyes. Her dragon wings are white with plum lining where the skin meets the joints of the wings.
Cupid: 9 feet even, he has dark cool grey fur, no beard and two nub horns. His eyes are hot pink. He has two chunks missing out of his right ear.
Valentine: 8’11, she has peach fur, two nub horns and Ruby red eyes. She has one small scar, barely noticeable, on the palm of her right hand.
Rhea: 8’8 she has silver fur with two large spiral horns curling back slightly. Her eyes are gold. She has a scar on her lip.
Tiras: 9’5 he has thick pure black fur, and four beautifully large horns, two curling behind his head and two facing forwards. His beard is black as well with a slight wave to it. His eyes are a very vibrant emerald green. He’s considered stunning by goat monster standards. No scars.
Desire: 9’2 she has a chestnut brown fur with a shortly trimmed black beard. She’s got some scarring on her legs. Her eyes are yellow
Devotion: 7’5 he has two small spiral horns, black fur and a slightly curly dark brown beard. He has a couple dozen scars littered across his back
Idun: 9 feet even, she has light cool grey fur, no horns, and strawberry pink magic. Her dragon wings are grey with a slight pink coloring on the wing tips
Tyr: 9’2 he has the same cool grey fur, no horns but a lighter grey beard. His magic color is peach. His dragon wings are grey with slight peach coloring the wing tips.
Jigsaw: 7’6, he has cream fur and a dirty blonde beard. No horns. His magic color is lavender
Marionette: she has tan fur and two nub horns. Her magic color is silver
Cheesecake: 7’5, he has curly cream fur with an even curlier white beard and Ram horns. His magic is a blush pink.
Meringue: 7’8, she has curly white fur, Ram horns and sky blue eyes.
Titanic: 15 feet long, he has short cool slate grey fur and two nub horns with a black beard. His eyes are aqua blue and his tail resembles a dolphins
Olympia: 15.6 feet long, she has white fur, slightly grey beard and two nubs horns. Her eyes are a navy blue and her tail resembles a swordfish with white and navy scales.
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gazs-blue-hat · 8 months
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Seeing isn't Everything I (D&D AU) Gaz X F!Reader (Medusa)
AN: Inspired by @halcyone-of-the-sea and their FANTASTIC mermaid au. This one is for you love. This whole thing takes place in the Forgotten Realms (Thanks BG3). You can find the stat block for the creature here
Summary: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is a legendary monster hunter. He's brought down dragons and krakens alike. His services have been requested for a particularly dangerous job, perhaps the most dangerous one he has gone on yet. Hunting a Gorgon.
Word Count: 2,574
TW: Mentions of Death, Turning to Stone, fairy deals, (LMK if I missed any)
I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO ANYBODY HERE OR ON ANOTHER SITE TO REPOST, COPY, TRANSLATE OR FEED MY WORK TO AN A.I OF ANY KIND.
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Being a member of the Shattered Hand was an honor, it truly was! But Kyle "Gaz" Garrick was getting really tired of bandaging burns and stitching up wyvern bites. He had been a member of the illustrious monster slaying guild for ten years now and he had quickly risen up the ranks, making a name for himself as one of the best monster hunters out there.
People far and wide came to bring contracts to his desk in the illustrious guild hall. It had been four weeks since he had seen a decent contract cross the dragon leather desk in his office. All he had received were a couple of contracts for various beasts and large creatures. The most interesting one had been a doppelganger but one of his collogues had taken that contract before he could.
'Why does Ghost get all the interesting ones' He grumbled to himself
Kyle looked at his armor that stood on the stand that hugged the corner of the room. It had been too long since he had sinched the leather straps around his forearms and felt the comfortable weight of his chainmail hugging his form. His sword hung above the door and he couldn't help but frown at the incredible shine on the silver surface. Swords were meant to be used! Not displayed. His sword should be covered in the blood of monsters that hurt the innocent, not hanging above his door.
He groaned and lay his head atop his crossed forearms. The business day was almost closing and there had been nothing promising. Some farmers had come to him asking to take care of a Gnoll den, but he had transferred them to a young hunter who needed a relatively easy job. One of the townspeople swore up and down he had been cursed by a hag, but Kyle had sent him to the local cleric instead.
He was just about to stomp downstairs and order some ale before he heard a soft knock at his door. He sat his head up and fixed his posture.
"Enter!" he called as he straightened his tunic. The large oak door creaked open and a rather finely dressed gentleman entered the room. He wore a nice hat made of expensive leather and a suit made from brilliant cloth that only came from the silk of a dryder. This man had money and he wasn't afraid to flaunt it
"Hello, I'm looking for a master 'Gaz'?" he said in a regal tone. Kyle examined this man as he walked into his office. He instantly knew he didn't like him. Kyle had always prided himself on his ability to read other people and this man absolutely reeked of self-importance.
"Yes, that's me. Do have a seat, sir." Kyle said while gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. usually, he would stand and pull it out for whoever was talking to him, but something about this man put him off.
The man paused, waiting for him to pull the chair out, and frowned when he didn't. The man took his seat and removed his hat, placing it on his lap.
"I've been told you're the best hunter around." He started. Kyle had to physically stop himself from rolling his eyes.
"One of them, yes. What can I do for you, mister..."
"Szordrin. Master, Szordrin." The man corrected. Gaz felt his lip start to curl but he stopped himself. Unlike Ghost, he didn't wear a mask to conceal his face. This man was making Kyle consider getting one, just for the sake of not having to hide his facial expressions.
"Yes, master Szordin. What can I do for you?" he asked politely. The man nodded, pleased with the 'change' in attitude from Gaz.
"I have a...problem that I believe meets your specific skill set." He began, sliding a scrolled piece of paper onto the desk. The runes on the dusk hummed to life as they scanned the paper for magic.
The contract was just that, a contract. Since the founder and proprietor of the Shattered Hand mercenary guild was a powerful Eladrin, all of the contracts that were taken up by the guild were magical in nature. The contracts were binding and it was incredibly hard to get out of one without appealing to the guild master himself.
Dark purple and green runes hovered over the paper before settling back down and depicting the target. The runes were a scrying spell, locked onto the target's soul. It helped the hunters find their quarry without too much fuss. The monster didn't quite look like a monster at first. It looked like a young woman.
She was sitting in a pool of water, trying to catch little froglets that had strayed too far from the main water source.
"Master Szordrin, I am sure you're well aware of the rules this guild has. We do not hunt humanoid creatures unless they have actively caused harm. We hunt beasts, devils, fey, and fiends. Not..." his sentence was cut off when the woman turned and her face was visible.
Her eyes were shielded by a silky black fabric and, her hair was made up of coiling, writhing snakes. She was also absolutely gorgeous. She smiled softly as she pressed her nose against a froglet's back, helping it to jump into the water once more. 
'A medusa that covers their face? Never seen one of those before.' he thought as he looked on at the page.
"You see my predicament now, master hunter," Szordrin said, gesturing to the woman on the piece of paper. Gaz sat back and nodded, intrigued at the prospect of one of the most vain creatures in the realms hiding their face.
"Yes, I do. How many people has she turned to stone?" he asked, setting a magical quill on the contract to write the terms of his mission. Szordrin shuffled a bit, uncomfortable.
"None yet, but she will. Trust me, she will." He assured. Gaz felt a tingle in his spine. There was more that this man wasn't telling him.
"Alright...that doesn't quite fit in with the terms of engagement but I'm sure Master Price has spoken to you about this?" Kyle asked. Szordrin nodded, holding his hat tightly now.
"Yes, Your guild master has made things quite clear. You are not to attack unless provoked or have reason to suspect she may be a danger. I am aware. I don't want her dead exactly, just...relocated." The man amended. Gaz felt better after this statement.
Relocation, he could do.
"Alright, you want this creature relocated to..." Gaz said, waiting for the man to continue before writing it down.
"Just, far away from me and my estate. She's currently outside Wheetleton, where I reside. I want her as far as Mortaris or perhaps even further." The man said, pointing at areas on the world map. Gaz frowned. That was at least a six-week journey from Wheetleton to Mortaris.
"Alright, relocated to Mortaris unless deemed an active threat," Gaz stated, watching as the magical quill scrawled the words in sylvan. All of the contracts of the Shattered Hand were written in the fey language.
"I will pay half up front and once the deed is done, the rest," Szordrin said while placing a hefty bag of gold on Gaz's desk.
"2,000 gold pieces now and another 3,000 when the job is done." Szordrin continued. Gaz nodded, this was an acceptable sum.
"Alright, I'll take the job." He said while pricking his thumb with a pin and placing his fingerprint on the line. The blood acted as ink and seeped into the paper, sealing his part of the contract. He extended his hand for Szordrin's.
"You know the rules. You must sign the contract in blood for the deal to be struck." Kyle said, frustration starting to leak into his words. He wanted to get on the road and find this creature for himself!
Szordrin shakily extended his hand for Kyle to prick. As Kyle lifted the pin he noticed a faint red scar going across the man's palm. Curious
Without delay, he pricked Szordrin's thumb and pressed the print onto the contract. The paper sizzled and cracked with arcane energy as it was infused with magic. Kyle felt a familiar dull weight rest in his chest. The weight of a bargain struck. He smiled to himself, relishing in the idea of a hunt again.
Once the deal was made, Szordrin scampered out of Kyle's office and back down to the tavern below. Kyle shrugged and looked over the contract again. He could dismiss it and summon it at will, now that he was bound to it. The woman's face was still on the paper, smiling gently as she held a lily pad. Her blindfold was off now as she looked at the plant, opening the petals with a delicate finger.
"The curse of beauty. Poor thing, let us hope you don't turn anybody to stone until I get to you yeah?" He mumbled. As if she could hear him, she looked in the direction of the scrying spell. Her eyes were a bright golden color with no pupil or iris. Just a brilliant golden hue that shone in the darkness. Kyle felt another shiver run up his spine and a secondary weight rest on his shoulders.
This weight felt different, more...personal than the contract had been. He had only heard rumors of this feeling. The weight of fate's hands on one's shoulders.
He dismissed the contract and made his way to his armor and sword. He decided that he would leave right away, making the two-day journey to Wheetleton as quickly as he could. If he had any hopes of saving this creature, he had to get there quickly and relocate it to a place where it wouldn't hurt anybody.
As he strapped on his armor, he couldn't help but smile widely. He was on the hunt again, where he belonged.
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The two-day ride to Wheetleton was boring, to say the least. He had gathered his supplies and left that very night, riding through the dawn and only stopping to eat and relieve his horse for a while. Once he got to the city, he asked around about the creature.
The townspeople didn't have much to tell them, only that they thought the beast had stolen the local Lord's daughter one night. It wasn't until this third day in town that he got a solid lead.
"Goblins! Goblins up the mountain pass!" The traveler had cried. Gaz knew they weren't part of his contract but he wasted to keep this area safe. He trekked up the mountain pass, the climb being somewhat difficult in his armor. Once night fell, he could see firelight illuminating the area inside the mouth of a cave. The weight from the contract in his chest pulsed faintly. His quarry was close.
"We've had nothing but pork for five stinking weeks! When are we going to eat something good?" A harsh voice grumbled from the fire. There was a good number of goblins sitting around the bonfire, about fifteen or so. A large goblin wearing a makeshift crown sat on a log, above the fire, holding a large silver candlestick.
"You'll eat whenever something good comes along! Now quit your yapping! I think I 'eard something." The goblin 'king' said while gesturing over in Gaz's direction. Gaz readied his bow, stringing it as quietly as he could and knocking an arrow. A group of four goblins came over to look but they didn't spot him.
The goblin king mumbled something under his breath as his goons came back to the fire, grumbling about the fact that they were hungry. Gaz was about to let an arrow fly before a soft voice called to the goblins in the dark.
"Hello? Is someone out there?" A feminine voice called from deep within the cave.
"Wha'? Who said that?" The goblin king shouted, hopping off his log throne and looking deeper into the cave. Gaz felt the magic of the contract pull and thump in his chest. His quarry, she was right there. he could see her faintly glowing eyes behind the blindfold she wore. The two golden dots amid a sea of black silk.
"It was...was me. I suggest you all leave before someone comes up here." She warned. She wore a simple dress, a nightgown really. It looked dirtied a bit but was well taken care of. Her hands were clasped in front of her and her feet were bare.
Gaz couldn't help but gasp a bit. He had seen pictures and paintings of angels and celestial beings that roamed the upper planes but this creature was absolutely stunning.
At his intake of breath, one of the goblins loosed an arrow that struck him in the arm. Luckily his armor had taken most of the damage but since it hadn't been used in a while, the rings were loose and allowed some give. Kyle felt the tip of the arrow pierce his shoulder and he grunted in pain.
"Oi! You there! In the shadows!" The goblin king shouted, directing his force to attack. Kyle drew his bow up but struggled to pull the string back. He cursed his luck. The goblins had dipped the arrows in a paralytic!
He drew his short sword instead and began his attack on the goblins. He defended himself well, only getting a few knicks and scratches here and there. As he was facing off the last goblin, he heard a sharp noise behind him. A crossbow being bolted.
"Shield your eyes!" The woman called as she removed her blindfold. Piercing golden light filled the area and Kyle slammed his eyes shut as fast as he could, feeling the coldness of her magic wash over him. The goblin he was fighting, and the one that had loaded the crossbow clunked to the ground, made completely of stone.
Kyle panted and knelt on the ground, feeling the poison slowly start to spread. He was going to pass out, that much was certain, but he never would have guessed what happened next.
Instead of a blade piercing his heart, or a sharp prick of fangs on his neck, he felt cool hands on his shoulders.
"Oh my Gods, they got you pretty good. Let me just..." It was the woman, the Medusa he had been sent to kill. She hoisted him up as best she could, dragging him deeper into the mouth of the cave. he heard the sound of a running waterfall as well as the chirps of young frogs.
"Leave him be! Can't you see he's hurt!" The woman scolded. The frogs went silent and Kyle felt her taking off his armor. He didn't dare open his eyes and he physically couldn't move to resist. Was this how he died? Because of a stupid goblin arrow leaving him vulnerable?
"Don't worry. The water will heal you right up." The woman assured. Kyle felt water beginning to surround him, and instead of feeling the fear of drowning, he felt nothing but peace. The water was shockingly warm and he felt like he could breathe easier.
"Sleep now, I'll make sure you stay right here."
The woman's voice was distant now as Kyle felt his consciousness begin to fade. he was tired, so he should sleep. He was safe here, no reason to fear.
No reason at all.
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forgwater · 2 years
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Welcome to my domain!
I am forg and I will be your host.
About me
I am 22 years old. I am afab, so my default pronouns are she/her, but she/they sounds better and as the days pass, they/them starts to sounds even better.
I am ace and I have no idea what kind of romantic attraction I experience, if any at all.
I am kind of an artist and I love making people laugh.
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✨Masterlist✨
Headcanons
Lilia's name
Vil's tendency to call people potato
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Floyd's nicknames: part 1 part 2 part 3
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About fae aging and inviting them in
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This weird theory that I have
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The Ramshackle Prefect Heartslabyul Savanaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia
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Of Humans and Fae (general)Lilia Vanrouge x Reader: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
Lilia Vanrouge x Reader: Confession
Rook Hunt x Reader: C'est que du bonheur
Trying to stop Rook from terrorizing the NRC students, inspired by Steven the seagull (both romantic and platonic versions): part 1  part 2  part 3 part 4 part 5 Valentine's Day (but it's August)
Dire Crowley x Reader: The Flyer (harpy Dire)
Silver x Reader: A knight's duty
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middleearthpixie · 1 year
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After the Fire ~ Chapter Forty-Two
Fandom: The Hobbit - Post BOTFA AU Where Everybody Lives
Summary: Following the Battle of the Five Armies, a grievously wounded Thorin is brought back to the kingdom of Erebor, which is still mostly in ruins. Although he’s survived the wounds he received at the end of Azog’s blade, his recovery is far from complete. Grief, regret, anger, all are making his journey that much more difficult and the physical recovery isn’t quite the most difficult challenge he faces.
Jasna Stoneham is no stranger to loss, as she is a survivor of Smaug’s wrath upon Esgaroth. When she is asked to help the dwarves healers of Erebor, her instinct is to say no, but she needs the job, and so agrees to it. However, no one told her that of all the patients, she would be responsible for the king himself, Thorin Oakenshield. 
Unfortunately, the road to recovery isn’t necessary a smooth one, but if there’s one thing Thorin will learn, it’s that Jasna is just as stubborn as he is and for every step back he takes, she is there to push him three steps forward. And Jasna will soon find out that there is a gentle, softer side to the dwarf king, one that very few people have ever seen and one he fights to keep hidden from her as well. But like his recovery, that is also easier said than done. 
Summary: And we come to the end… 
Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x ofc Jasna Stoneham
Characters: Jasna, Thorin
Warnings: None
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,569
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It was well into the night when Thorin came up behind Jasna and slid his arms about her waist. “How are you faring, mesmel?”
“I’m a bit tired, actually.”
He gave her a gentle squeeze. “Perhaps it’s time we took our leave and get started on our wedding night?”
She sank against him, smiling over her shoulder. “I could muster the energy needed for that, I think.”
He offered up a teasing squeeze. “Oh, think so, do you?”
She looked around at the many guests who remained under the white tent, showing no signs of crying quarter any time soon, then looked back at him. “If I’m properly motivated, sure.”
He smiled, gave her another squeeze, and released her to catch her by the hand instead. He whisked her away from the tent, and as the sounds of the party gave way to the peaceful silence of the plains, she looked up at him. He looked just as tired as she felt, as if the last weeks had finally caught up with him as well. A bit more silver streaked his hair and there were shadowy smudges beneath his eyes.
To her surprise, though, he didn’t lead her back toward Erebor. Instead, as they passed by, he said, “Take care, Jasna. The path is still a bit rocky.”
“Thorin, where are we going?”
“I wish to bid farewell to some old ghosts.”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as he led her up the still-somewhat crumbling stairs toward Ravenhill and as the rush of water grew louder, she gave his hand a squeeze, remembering the last time they were there, the day she was convinced she’d ruined Thorin’s chances of being given the approval he’d needed in order to marry her.
But now, it was all peaceful and mostly quiet, aside from that soothing rush of the river. The full moon glowed overhead, bathing everything as far as she could see silver. 
She looked up at Thorin, who stared out over the river and without thinking, she slipped her hand into his. His fingers laced with hers, tightening slightly. She lay her head against his shoulder. “What are you thinking?”
“I came out here that day to end Azog, to end his relentless pursuit of me, of Fíli and Kíli. I’d had enough and it was going to stop then, no matter what I had to do to make that happen. And instead, I led my nephews, Dwalin, Master Baggins even, into a trap.
“I planned to die out here.” He glanced down at her, his voice a low rumble, just barely audible of the sounds of swiftly flowing water. “And I’d made my peace with it, Jasna. I left my armor behind. I’d given my mithril shirt to Master Baggins.”
“The diamonds and emeralds were mined here,” he explained, fastening it at her nape. “But, the chain is from Khazad-dûm. Moria. It’s mithril—silver-steel—and is stronger than any other metal found in Middle Earth, and is far more delicate than the lightest cord.”
She glanced down at her wedding ring. “Why would you give him that?”
“I had to protect him.” Now he looked down at her, a half-smile on his lips. “And before you say it, know this, it had nothing to do with looking out for him at all and everything to do with my needing him alive to find the Arkenstone for me. That was all I cared about, mesmel. That stone. I was obsessed with it. I went mad because of that obsession.”
“Mad, Thorin?”
He nodded. “I cared only about finding that stone. After Smaug was gone, the Arkenstone took over my every waking thought. I’d found my grandfather’s crown and his robes and donned them myself and ordered everyone about. I threatened them with death if they didn't do my bidding and find that blasted stone. And when I found out Master Baggins had betrayed me…” 
His voice trailed off and she murmured, “You started to tell me this story in the infirmary, but you never finished it. What happened?”
“Nothing I am proud to speak of.”
“Thorin,” she faced him, catching his free hand as well to give them both a gentle squeeze, “if you wish to truly b-bid old ghosts f-f-farewell, you need to be honest with me and with yourself. What happened?”
“He’d found the stone. And gave it to Bard to force my hand to avoid war.” Thorin let out a laugh that held no humor in it. “And when he told me, I ordered him thrown from the ramparts.”
“Thorin.”
“I told you I was mad.” He met her gaze, his eyes sorrowful and shimmering slightly. “I trusted him, Jasna, and he stabbed me in the back. At least, that’s how I saw it at the time. I know  now he was but concerned for me. But then? Oh, I was furious with him. But, when it came down to what happened up here? The halfling still worried for me. He followed me up here to warn me of Azog and Bolg’s plot. He stayed with me so I wouldn’t be alone when I died.”
Her throat tightened at the soft matter of factness in his voice and her fingers tightened along with it. “He loves you, Thorin. And I do not mean it as you and the other dwarves love one another. I mean, he loves you as I love you.”
“I know.” He nodded slightly, then looked back out over the water. “But, I think he mistook my greed for love in return. I didn't give him that shirt because I wanted him to be safe because I cared about him. I did it because I wanted him safe because I cared about him finding that stone.”
“But have you forgiven him? Have you forgiven yourself?”
He drew in a deep breath and as he exhaled, bobbed his head. “I have, yes. I was not in my right mind. But, when I regained my clarity, I knew what I had to do. I had to end Azog and the only way to do that was to let him have me first.”
“You said you left your armor in Erebor. Did anyone notice?”
He offered up another slight smile. “If they did, no one said anything. In all honesty, I think they all thought I deserved whatever fate I met. I’d been a piss-poor king, the saying goes. But, then I made my way up here, and I made up for it.”
She stared up at him. “Made up for it.”
He nodded. “I thought I’d bested him, you know. He had a flail and must have assumed that being smaller than him meant I was weaker and slower. I wasn't and by the time he’d figured it out, I need only step off the floe and into the river he sank. But then, I grew smug. I didn't look at my blade, and if I had, I’d have seen it was blue.”
“What?”’
“The Orcrist is Elven made. Its blade glows blue in the presence of orcs or trolls. He leapt from the water and tried to run me through, but I was too quick and blocked him with the Orcrist. And that’s when it came to me. If I let him have me, I should have enough time left to deliver a fatal blow. So, I pulled the Orcrist to the side and he did exactly as I thought he’d do.”
The scars on his chest and belly leaped to her mind, and her throat felt tighter still as she remembered the shape he’d been in when he’d been brought to the infirmary. “He tried to save you, you know. Your Master Baggins, I mean.”
“I know.” Now he gazed down at her and smiled. “And because of him, I survived long enough to be brought to you.”
His hands slipped free of hers, came up to cradle her face, his thumbs sweeping ever so gently along her cheekbones. “If someone had told me a before I left to face Azog for the final time, that I would not only survive, but would meet the love of my life in the infirmary, I’d have told them they were mad. And yet, here we are, Jasna. And everything is just perfect.”
She slid her arms about his waist. “I fought Bard on coming here, you know. I thought I’d be m-more a hazard than a help. But he had faith in me. Óin and Narnerra had faith in me. You and your nephews had faith in me. And be-because of that, I learned to have faith myself.”
“I’m glad he was able to talk sense into you. You have a gift, you know. And I am ever so thankful you were here.”
“That makes two of us, dwarf,” she whispered. “I love you.”
He bent and caught her lips in a soft kiss and as he carefully urged her down into the soft, wet smelling grass, he murmured back, “I love you, too, Jasna.”
No more words passed between them and the sounds of the river, of the party, of the ravens gathered at Ravenhill and the thrushes in the trees, tucked in for the night all faded into the darkness as she surrendered once more to the magic of her husband. 
The End
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dragynkeep · 1 year
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i’ve been thinking about au where emerald’s allusion is medusa.
partially because [finding the wrong word in] naming your first prominent back character “thief” feels icky, mostly because i like snake faunus!emerald, but also because i think sew!emerald would be cool. like with the whole “turns things to stone with eyes” deal. like, maybe another reason why cinder tries to control emerald is because she feels threatened by her silver eyes, since they can hurt her [cinder]. not that she’d explain this to emerald. plus, parallels with ruby. red/black and green/white contrast.
bit of a tangent, whoops, but yeah.
i love this so much, finding alternate inspirations / allusions for emerald is a lot of fun & honestly just makes it more frustrating that her canon one is a. underutilized & b. racist in nature anyways, especially since it’s blatantly obvious they took from the disney version for her.
emerald being medusa can also be explored in a lot of fun ways depending on what avenue you take for medusa herself: she’s had a lot of interpretations due to roman rewrites & modern romanticization, feeding into those & maybe throwing a few red herrings could offer up a lot of fun. also considering the gorgons were winged beasts, & with mercury being the representation of a winged god, we tie them & their relationship closer together also while representing that they don’t really want to be at cinder’s side — it’s her abuse & exploitation, themes central to medusa in modern retellings, that keep them there.
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More mermay AU for you.
Johnny's on the beach for a party and the party is winding down and everyone is going home and he doesn't want to go home because (Sid) and he notices someone still out in the water.
Unbeknownst to him Kreese talks about him much to Terry's great annoyance and Terry decides that it's about time for him to take a bride. He'd been thinking of Kreese but there's no way Kreese would be happy as a kept man, the guy likes to be wild and to teach more little pipsqueaks. So he decides maybe as an act of revenge he'll make Kreese's thrown away star his bride. Has his people do research and then when Johnny's alone in the water he lures Johnny to him. He doesn't drown him, he could and he thought he'd be tempted, but once Johnny's come close enough to be seen in the moonlight he decides no, he's found his bride.
He expected his bride would hate it. All stories of monsters whisking their bride away in the night are considered terrifying and violent things. But as soon as he wraps his arms around Johnny's waist and pulls him close mutual curiosity peaks. He tries a human tactic.
"Be mine?"
He figured he'd go for it no matter the answer. But Johnny nods. Johnny's been cast aside by his sensei, Sid hates him, he's lonely and his self esteem are shot. But to Terry he's beautiful and will be his. The question is do they seal the deal in the water, on the beach, against the rocks or does Terry carry him home to his mansion and lay him down bare on the softest sheets Johnny's ever felt on his skin and introduce him to their bed? And Johnny learns that maybe being the wife of a magical creature leads to sex beyond his imagination and Terry marvels at how he managed to get something so pretty to willingly agree without any of the many tricks he planned and decides he'll spoil Johnny for the rest of their lives.
Kreese comes by once, sees Johnny curled up in a slutty cute outfit that Terry bought him and quite possibly with a toy inside of him to keep him from being bored while Terry's handling a work call and he's so speechless that he has to leave and Terry asks him if it's the shock of seeing Johnny or the regret of realizing he threw away all the best things in his life? and Kreese doesn't know how to answer either.
(It'd be fun to give Terry some magical powers I just don't know which ones. Mermaids don't do medusa stuff but I kinda like the idea of any time someone looks at Johnny wrong at a bar or while they're out shopping Terry turns them into a stone or some kind of toy to use to tease Johnny with until he can give him his full attention and in like traditional monster he never tells Johnny that's where his toys come from and he sees nothing wrong with it because clearly they wanted to touch him so this way they live out their purpose doing what they wanted and all they wanted in like a weird twisted way)
Omg yesss👀
Ahhhh so many choices
Johnny was mystified by the man; he could feel his scales against his shins and felt glad that he wore shorts that day. He was confused—of course he was. He wasn’t expecting to be tricked by a merman when he saw someone frantically waving him over in the water. He saw the big smile on the man’s face the closer he got, it was clear he wasn’t in trouble, but for some reason Johnny kept swimming over. There was just something about that grin that made Johnny want to feel it against his lips and know what was making him so giddy. But his smile faded when Johnny got there, not looking upset but more…mesmerized? No one has ever looked at him like that before, and the man is so winsome —otherworldly.
Johnny was pliant when Silver pulled him closer, he wanted it. He didn’t want to ever deny himself again. "Be mine?"
Johnny gave a quiet yes, and Silver kissed him. It was slow, almost gallant like, the kind you see in those old movies that make the girls pop their leg. It leaves him wondering how old the creature is; he looks quite young. Though it changes into something a lot headier when Johnny parts his lips and lets Silver slip his tongue in. That kiss is much shorter, leaving Johnny wanting more.
"Your eyes glow, my bride. Did you know that?"
He’s so cheesy.
Johnny flushes despite the chilly water around them. "I’m not Superman." He retorts, but it comes out weak. God, he doesn’t even know this guy, but for some reason he likes the danger he exudes.
Silver’s hand ran over him, pulling at his clothes with an amused expression. "You should’ve taken these off before swimming over; salt water fades them."
"Too late."
"So it is. I’ll be buying you an entire wardrobe of quality clothing soon enough. Better take these off now."
Johnny’s heart leapt, and he gripped the man’s shoulder as he pulled off his shorts, a helpless moan leaving him when big hands gripped his ass and pulled him closer. He was going so fast, but the last thing Johnny wanted was for him to slow down.
He had skinny dipped many times before with the cobras; he was as used to being naked in the water as he was to getting yelled at. The cobras would stare at him, and Dutch told him it was because he had a nice ass and a tiny waist. He compared Johnny to a chick with broad shoulders and got slapped before Bobby could stop it.
That was different. He felt something moving against him—a slippery feeling on his abdomen that made him flinch. "What the—"
Silver gripped Johnny’s wrist and led his hand to the source. "It’s not always like this, just in this form."
It was like nothing Johnny had touched before, the thin tip of it curled almost affectionately over one of his fingers. "Can you…control it?"
Kind of.
Silver raises his brows. "Can you control yours, dear?"
Johnny purses his lips, looking to the side. "No."
Silver chuckled. "Oh, ease up. I’m just teasing you." His gaze roams over Johnny’s face hungrily. "I like knowing that I’m the cause of that lovely blush."
He didn’t fuck Johnny in the water, wanting to take him somewhere a little more comfortable for him before doing that, but Johnny was such a needy little thing, pressing himself against Silver and whimpering, gasping at the way Silver’s tendril pressed against his own smaller cock.
"Feel good?"
Johnny nods against Terry’s slick shoulder, mouthing at it. "Yeah. Yes."
Terry smiled, caressing the dip of Johnny’s back and letting him squirm against him. "Just think about how it’d feel in here."
He dipped his hand lower, fingers pressing against Johnny’s tight hole, and Johnny bit Terry’s shoulder, officiating everything without his knowledge.
Silver carried him to shore, and Johnny grabbed his arm after being set down with a worried look on his face, seeming as if he was trying to hold it back.
"Are you… are you leaving now?"
"Yes. But not without you." He stepped closer. "We’re to be married, remember?"
Married? Johnny felt a sense of unfitting relief. He just wants someone or something to make it all better. Did he have expectations? Does he need to be molded for love? He doesn’t care if he gets trapped; he’s been trapped his whole life. He just wants his captor to truly want him forever.
The trip to the mansion felt short; maybe it was Terry's humming.
He was shivering when they got there. Fuck, he left his shoes at the beach. The ones that the cobras drew on. His eyes started stinging.
But he wasn’t left alone for too long, because Terry grabbed his waist and pressed up behind him, and he felt a smile against his temple.
Johnny gave him control so easily and showed him the most delicate parts of himself. It made Silver want to coddle him as much as he wanted to hurt him, bringing out a softer sadist in him when he’s usually harsh because he enjoys the fear and pained face.
He’s beautiful—the kind that you swear glows, the kind that begs you to look and memorize it. Johnny thought something similar about him.
He looked like he was meant to be pressed against those silk sheets, hair splayed like a halo around his hand, panting breaths leaving him.
"What’s your name?"
Husband. Sir. Master? "Terry."
Johnny turned his head. "Terry….Is that what everyone calls you?"
"Only the ones I can stand." He jokes. Only you and John.
He crooked his fingers deep, and Johnny moaned, pink lips parted, tempting Silver so very much. He kneaded Johnny’s ass cheek. He could be a siren; he’s got the looks, and that voice—he wants to hear it sing for him, lure him. It doesn’t feel possible for Terry to want him more.
He held his own legs open while Terry fingered him. Arched and tried to get them deeper, like having them in to the knuckle wasn’t already so filling.
He’ll have to see what else the boy likes—what else makes him arch, drip, and scream.
“How bad do you want it?”
“Bad. Please.”
His dick looked normal, and maybe Johnny would have been disappointed that he didn’t get to see it the other way if Silver had grabbed his hand and wrapped it around his cock, moving Johnny’s smaller one up and down. It was so warm, long, and veiny. Johnny couldn’t think of anything better.
"Oh, you muse of a boy. You like that, huh?"
Johnny nodded slowly, fully enamored, and moved his hand all on his own, Terry’s resting over his. Johnny can’t remember the last time someone held his hand.
As he looked between Terry’s pleasured face and the plentiful cock he was stroking. He confessed, "I wanna taste it."
Silver broke, quitting trying to hold himself back for the sake of leisure and grabbing Johnny’s long legs, throwing them over his shoulders, and pressing inside him without another moment's delay.
Silver wrapped a fluffy towel around him after, carried him to his bathroom, and set him down on the small stool. The tub was huge, with jets on the inside and a shelf next to it with all the scents and soaps he could ask for. He’s always been a primper. He likes to look and smell good, and he likes when people notice.
He watched Terry fill the bath, steamy water making Johnny’s cheeks red as he took in Terry’s broad back and his long, dark hair draped down it. He wanted to untangle it with his fingers or tangle it up more.
"Come here." Terry ordered, not putting any sort of bribery in his voice. And Johnny obeyed without hesitation. Perfect.
The bath was relaxing. Terry let Johnny lay against him while he washed him from head to toe, smiling at the way Johnny squirmed whenever the cloth brushed over a mark he had left. He made Johnny face him when, as he washed his hair, he was so open in his expressions, something captivating that Terry couldn’t wait to keep enjoying.
And he did keep enjoying it. He enjoys Kreese's pathetic look too, the one he got when it seemed to finally kick in that he fucked up. Terry and Johnny will leave the door cracked a smidge for him, but he’ll have to grovel instead of kicking his foot through the it.
It’s a gift to rub his well-taken-care-of bride of John’s dreams in his face in every way but literal.
Yesssss the morbidness of that. Can they feel it when he puts him up there? Or are their body and everything gone? Amazing.
Silver will do it with a smile and zero hesitation. Johnny can be a bit too kind at times—too many times. He’d probably tell Terry to leave them alone or punch them instead. Or maybe he’d get that mischievous look that Terry loves, and maybe he’d tell him who to get for him next.
In Terry’s firm opinion, anyone he or Johnny got pissed with deserved it, full stop.
Johnny finds he really likes when Terry uses his magic on him too, whether that’s singing to keep him like a perfect, pliant doll (all consensual). Or even Terry just coming inside of him; his cum is an aphrodisiac that literally makes Johnny unable to think of anything but getting fucked by Terry over and over again. And it can last hours; last time it happened, Johnny was climbing him like a tree the whole day. Even when his hole was puffy and sore from Terry and he was a tear stained mess, He’d wrap his arms around Terry’s neck and rut against him, whimpering and making little panicked noises when Terry tried to pull him off like a mere kitten, looking up at Terry with big shiny eyes full of betrayal, his lips all bitten up. Terry always gets it up again somehow from Johnny’s desperation.
Johnny doesn’t mind Terry’s dark deeds; the man takes care of him, and vice versa—and just maybe he finds the scheming fun. (He loves that Terry always keeps him in the loop. He loves the twinkle in his eye and excitement, the way he bares his soul to Johnny like he bares his teeth at others.)
Terry never had to force him to stay.
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havendance · 1 year
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For meta reasons, in my reverse robins au, the Joker is not Batman's most iconic rogue and greatest enemy etc etc. He is in fact, a c-tier Batman rogue from the silver age who got brought back newer and edgier specifically for the storyline where he turns Robin Joker Junior. As such, when he's killed at the end of the storyline, he actually stays dead for the next 15 years with the exception of appearence in flashbacks and such until someone at dc got the idea to bring back Tim Drake as the new Joker.
Because of this, someone else is filling the Joker's role in the Batman ecosystem. Since this is my reverse robins AU and I can do what I want, I'm saying that it's Maxie Zeus because he's my favorite c-tier Batman Rogue. Maxie Zeus is Batman's greatest enemy. He's the one with all the plot armor who DC refuses to kill off because he's too popular. Instead of Harley Quinn, We have Medusa who was introduced as a spin off character from him and later got her own boost of popularity and got in a relationship with Poison Ivy. In this alternate universe, Maxie Zeus is the guy I don't care about and I think they should just kill off because he's overused.
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moonlit-flowerfield · 2 years
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Y'all remember that Roman as Pit from Kid Icarus AU pic thing I did?
(if ya don't, find it here and rb it like a coward)
Yeah I got around to making Remus as Dark Pit and the photo edit ist way better quality that Roman's (sorry, Roman stans, DP is beloved)
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I changed the majority of the blues to green, but kept the wings and his spandex their original colours. Also, since there's this thing in the SaSi AU where Remus avoids gold and goes for silver just to be even more opposite Roman, I changed all the gold to silver.
Tbh I'm happy. Hardest part was literally the moustache, and even that wasn't so bad. XD
I'll eventually get to the others when I figure out who's who. So far, only Janus is solid because Medusa and snakes.
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noirapocalypto · 2 years
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Hey there! First: Svlem looks cool as fuck! Second: any post yet about what his tattoos mean (or like why he got them)? I'm suuuuper curious to know 👀👀👀
Hi! Firstly, thank you so much!!! And thank you for inquiring about his tattoos, I haven't had the chance to talk about them yet!! I'll gladly answer this for you though! Heads up, big info dump incoming 😅@jaymber
So prior to his in-game tattoos, Salem was always intended to be my most heavily tattooed OC. Half of them were just random, just him having the "I like the design so I got them" mindset, while the other half are either symbolic to him or just tribute tattoos for important people (such as his dad). I slightly limited with my designs options so I couldn't get everything I wanted/see him having in-game, but for the most part, everything else seems accurate enough.
Salem is very interested (and practices, because why not? 😆) in the occult, so most of his tattoos have that aesthetic.
The symbols on his knuckles are alchemy symbols (pinky = sulfer, ring finger = mercury, middle = black sulfer, index = silver, thumb = arsenic). No real reason why I picked these for him, though the silver one could be a nod to an AU I have where he and Judah (another OC of mine, who's theme is silver) are unlikely friends.
He also has various sigils and 'ritualistic symbols' hidden within his sleeve. The more prominent one is the one on his back though, on his right shoulder. The moon phases on his spine is a nod to Salem's nocturnal lifestyle as well as his fondness for the moon in general.
The plastic fangs on his ass was done to show his humorous side. Salem has built up many, many thick walls around himself and refuses to connect with other people (trauma and mental illness play a big factor in this). However, once someone manages to break through those walls, they'll find someone that enjoys a good laugh and loves making people laugh too. So he thought it would be funny to get this specific tattoo on his ass for a laugh. The reason for it being plastic vampire fangs is an inside joke between himself and another friend's OC. It's probably one of my favorite tattoos of his and IC, it's probably one of his favorites too.😊It shows a bit of character development, him breaking down walls and finally bringing himself to connect with others.
The more 'deep' meaning tattoos are probably the raven on his shoulder and the hourglass on his back.
A while ago, I was answering one of those "what animal do you associate your OC with" questions and a raven is what I came up with for Salem. It just makes sense for him. Plus, I have a few supernatural AU's, where Salem can either shapeshift into a raven or project a spectral form of a raven that acts as his eyes and ears (I have A LOT of AU's lol). So in-character, this animal has a huge importance to him. They're his favorite and he has a lot of symbols, figurines, drawings, etc of this animal in his home. I really wanted to make sure he has at least one visible tattoo of this bird on him. He probably has more, but like I said, I was kinda limited design wise 😅
As for the hour glass, this is also a nod to one of my other supernatural AU's. In this story, Salem's cursed with immortality and no matter how hard he tries to 'check out', he can't physically die. He literally has all the time in the world and he hates it. It's an ironic curse for someone who so badly seeks death, much like his canon version.
The rest of his tattoos, are more than likely just things he thought looked cool, like his Medusa one (though I recently looked up the meaning of a Medusa tattoo, and it's often used as a symbol of protection, which I really like), his moths (those are for myself, since I just like moths) and various skull designs.
He does have one more IC tattoo and I sadly couldn't get in-game due to not finding a good design. Salem was very close to his father. loved him more than anyone, and it broke him when he passed. So he has a traditional heart tattoo with 'Dad' written on the banner. His dad was probably a fan of the more flash tattoo styles, so he drew and designed it himself in rememberance and as a tribute to his beloved father.
I think that about covers a majority of his bigger, more prominant pieces. 🤔I hope this all made sense too, I tend to ramble on and on about something LOL. If you have any other questions about him or his tattoos, feel free to ask!!
And once again, thank you so much for sending in this ask! It really means a lot to me and I appreciate the interest in my special boy! 💕💕💕
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the-silver-chronicles · 5 months
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I really need to talk about my other OCs and their stories besides Silva.
Read my ravings below if you’re brave enough.
Like Nadi Sinclair and Alexander Khaos, one is a veteran OC from the Call Of Duty franchise while the other was an OC apart of an adapted version of the We Happy Few game, and both end up as members of Eden’s Gate (with Nadi John’s right hand while Alexander is Jacob’s). Minor inclusion is Crawford Klaus who is the main antagonist of Alexander’s story (and is set to appear in another work from the second saga of The UnTitledverse)
There’s also Gavin Turquoise who is a lawyer in the events of Far Cry The Silver Chronicles but is an OC belonging to the Welcome To The Game franchise. And he’s seen some shit, along with another OC, Schrödinger, who originally came from my The UnTitledverse universe, and is planned to appear in the third saga.
Isiah Popov (heist master) and Gemini Teal (spymaster who’s also the nibling of Paul’s fiancé) are a comedic pair I have been busting my ass to give an origin story for, and found myself fitting them into the Six Of Crows duology from the Grishaverse.
Can’t forget the few minority of good Enforcers, mainly Tyrone Gravel.
There’s also still so much to talk about Silva and her family + friends, like her half-sister Elsa, her first love Irene, her daughters (biological and adopted) Persephone, Azriel and Mercy, her doctor (and Irene’s father) Kamski Neon, his “wife”/closest friend Zari, Elsa’s love interest and one of Silva’s best friends Ezekiel, his mentor Al (formerly Alvarich), members of the Tumultite community, and Paul’s fiancé Obadiah Teal (plus Obadiah’s currently unnamed sister who is the mother of Gemini).
There’s also the antagonists apart of the Congregation of Adam’s Guard and the Apostles of Zachariah. Father Adam Omar (embodiment of hypocrisy) is a major player in Silva and Elsa’s life and a direct influence in her traumas, there’s also his Enforcers such as Captain Oscar Lapis (pretty much the sociopathic leader), Rodriguez (man should not be near children), Enrique (plays sadistic mind games while gathering information), some others I have yet to name and Ernest Stallone (probably the noblest antagonist out of the Enforcers and plays a major role in the smaller AUs). Denise Lapis (maiden name, Redwood) is a minor character who goes on to appear and play major roles in Life, Despair & Monsters and The UnTitledverse (she has her own little arc). There’s also Paul Yellowjack and his tragic fallen hero status that I think about often. Now the rest of the heralds of the Apostles of Zachariah (e.g. Nashira Sargas, Adaro, Fýredel, John Gaius and Zhan Tiri) are not OCs, but adaptations of existing characters from existing mediums who appear as themselves in The UnTitledverse but as humans here (this was before Zachariah granted them superpowered reincarnation, an origin really).
There’s also other characters who appear in AUs of the main story, such as the Holy Triad lead by a character known as “the Crown” and where Judge!Silva originates, the Deserters (may update name) who split from the Holy Triad and are now disgraced from the Far Cry The Judge’s Duty AU. The Prophet Hunters (Manticore, Medusa, Behemoth, Harpy and Leviathan plus Harbinger!Silva) who serve the Apostles and act as primary antagonists against Elsa, Ezekiel and Al, who have taken the protagonist mantle in Far Cry The Harbinger’s Salvation AU. Azriel has character focus in several works (excluding the Wings And Horns) such as Far Cry El Industrial’s Reign, Far Cry Death’s Call and Far Cry Jannah’s Promise (alongside Industrial!Silva and Scavenger!Silva who appear in the first and last respectively). There’s also Phillip (a new God who governed the Far Cry universe alongside the Voice) and the Curse (originally the Snake that helped Eve burn down the Garden of Eden and then had a really messy breakup with her which lead to it being cursed) who mentor and help Reverend!Silva come to power in Far Cry The Reverend’s Rule.
It would be wrong of me not to mention the Tarot Card Holder and Priestess Lillith (not to be confused with Biblical Lilith). One has goals that has ambiguous intentions, while the other has benevolent intentions (towards Silva, being her egg donor and feeling bad that a piece of her fell to Adam Omar of all people) though is still pretty ambiguous in her methods. Mostly these two mess with the Seeds and make fun of the Voice. Another thing, Lillith is the human reincarnation of the Snake/Curse, and lives in a Coven of witches (which she leads) who worship her pre-reincarnation self.
I still am developing my other Far Cry stories, just busy with this FC5 + New Dawn part at the moment. I’ll update when I get a solid idea for those ones.
There’s probably so much more, but I’m planning make some more posts about all of this some time in the next month or two.
My brain power has run dry, that’s all folks.
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gameforestdach · 7 months
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jointhearumanati · 2 years
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QUIRKLESS AU MINA ASHIDO APPEARANCE HEADCANNON
Race: African Japanese
Hair: Dyed Pink including eyebrows
Eyes: sclera tattooed black amber irises
Accessories: Pink headband with yellow horns
Tattoos: Sclera tattoo, Hot Pink Alien 👽 face with on left bicep with a crown, Pink butterflies over right side of forehead above eye, right tattoo sleeve of bionic patterns, left tattoo leg sleeve of a alien abduction, ALIEN QUEEN just below collarbones with a crown above, I COME IN PEACE tramp stamp with a Peace sign below, PINK on left knuckles ACID on right knuckles, left leg sleeve ripped skin bionic patterned.
Piercings: Silver nose ring, belly button ring with Hot pink alien charm, silver ball piercing, 1 lobe piercing each for hoops, alien, or UFO earrings. Silver ball right brow piercing, and silver ball Medusa piercing.
Clothing and Makeup Style: Sci-Fi, and 80s but always with a pink shade of lipstick and nails.
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