Fanfic writer and consumer of anything fantasy. If you'd like to request something my domain is usually HP, Marvel, and stuff like that but I can be persuaded to write something else.
The Sandwalker's agreement with the villagers was for this Shadow, but the man, understandably so, felt cheated. This creature was nothing like the rest of its kind, he faced before.
It's body was stockier, it's claws sharper and longer and it moved with a speed that defied the laws of this world, raising enormous walls of sand across the flat terrain of the dessert.
But it didn't attack him.
Other Shadows lunged themselves at everything they spotted and deemed food-worthy. They were closer to a wild, hungry animal than anything else. Their instincts guided them and for that reason alone, the Sandwalker never worried about an encounter before. They were easy to outplay and therefore even easier to kill.
But not this one!
He could have sworn, that the creature before him was thinking and waiting for him to attack first. And since he believed that standing around would accomplish nothing, he drew his sword from its scabbard, and after a false glance to the right, he charged the Shadow from the opposite direction.
The creature was unfazed by the distraction attempt and disappeared before the sword could find its target. In its wake leaving a blinding wall of sand. The Sandwalker was standing helplessly with sand in his eyes, as the creature's left arm claws tore through his back.
He had to admire the Shadow's intelligence, but he had some tricks up his sleeve and had no intention of going down easy. The next swing met with his sword, after an elegant twirl to the left. His eyes remained closed, to prevent further contamination, but his years of experience meant he was aware of the situation around him.
The falling sand started to settle and the shadow creature's face was mere inches away from his own. So while he was using all his force to keep the monster at bay, with a flick of his left wrist he rotated the hilt of the sword, which in turn shined bright with a gold light. The next minute, the concentrated power beam burst out of the weapon and into the face of the Shadow, making it recoil with an otherworldly scream.
When the hunter opened his eyes, the creature fell over with a loud thud. A hole where once its torso was.
"What a waste of holy energy. That's gonna cost me you fiend" said the man as he gathered the evidence needed for his bounty payment.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if this night was the last time we ever spoke to each other?”
Bojack Horseman quote that I think works with my DUrgexGale angst. Two former chosen made playthings by the gods they worshipped. Neither can see a future for themselves beyond self sacrifice, and neither think they deserve to be loved by the other.
What if your Tav was a recruitable companion, instead of the main character? (contains major spoilers for the game, and for some dark urge runs as well)
General
Where can your Tav be recruited? Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region? Or are they not recruitable until a later act?
Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?
Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?
What sort of general actions raise or lower their approval?
Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?
Do they have any secrets that can be revealed? What are the prerequisites for this secret coming to light?
Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?
What do they say when the Player Character asks them to stay in camp? How about when the Player Character asks them to come adventuring again?
Does your Tav have any escalating conflicts with one of the other companions, like Lae’zel and Shadowheart’s knife-fight?
Are there any unique NPCs associated with your Tav that can show up during the course of the game?
Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the barfight after you save the goblin prisoner)
Story Specific
How does your Tav advise the player character when it comes to the Dream Visitor?
How do they advise the player character on Raphael?
How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character?
How do they react to the Player Character letting Abdirak whip them?
How do they react to the Player Character taking their first tadpole power?
Will they stay with the Player Character regardless of siding with the goblins or the tieflings, or is it possible for them to leave the party permanently?
What can they be found doing at the tiefling/goblin party?
Do they have comments on who the Player Character chooses to spend the night with?
Do they have unique dialogue if the Player Character lets them die when they steal the Blood of Lathander?
How do they react if the PC licks the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar?
What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?
Is it possible for your Tav to be kidnapped and replaced by Orin? How is Orin's deception revealed? How do they react to the PC rescuing them in the Temple of Bhaal?
How do they react to the PC either allowing Astarion to ascend or convincing him to spare the 7000 spawn?
How does Tav react to the PC becoming a mind flayer? Can they offer to become one themselves? Does their reaction change if they’re romanced?
How do they react when the Dark Urge first reveals their amnesia and murderous thoughts to them?
How do they react to the Dark Urge killing Alfira?
If romanced, how do they react to the Dark Urge trying to kill them in Act 2?
Romance
Is your Tav a romanceable character? Are there any specific requirements to romancing them?
Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough?
Are they a polyamorous or a monogamous option?
Do they have a special romance scene at the tiefling/goblin party?
Does the romance have different branching paths, or just one route to take?
How do they react to the player character breaking up with them, or choosing another character over them?
What questions can Zethino ask the PC about Tav in the Love Test?
If they’re poly, do they have a reaction to the PC engaging in a relationship with Halsin?
How do they react if the PC has sex with Mizora? The Emperor? Haarlep?
Will they join in with the PC and the Drow Twins, or no?
What are Tav’s plans for the future? Do they propose to the PC, or is marriage not something they’re interested in?
Free space! Share anything from your companion!Tav au!
So as I’m not really writing at the moment, I thought I’d use the time to do a fic giveaway ✍🏽
Rules: To enter, either like, reblog or comment on this post. All three will earn you three entries. Winner will have their choice of plot, HL pairing and it can be personalised with your OC if requested. SFW or NSFW both accepted.
I will use a randomiser to pick a winner on Saturday the 13th of January. Good luck 🤍
literally all it entails is sending people "trick-or-treat" asks and people answering those asks with pictures of candy or those silly spooky plastic toys or whatever else you would give a trick-or-treater. please. please can we have some whimsy
Faint wind, the rough surface of the compound’s roof beneath them, and contentment laced in the air, intoxicating them with every breath.
“You know what they say?” Y/N’s eyes found Bucky’s in the weak light of the moon. His attention was on her completely as his head leaned down toward her, a curious look weaved with his features. “When you die, a piece of your soul stays with the person you spent your last moment with,” she continued.
And she was serious. Because if she weren’t, she would have crinkled her nose. Or the right corner of her mouth would have twitched. Bucky had spent enough time studying her to know what gave her away. But neither of those things had happened. She was staring at Bucky with anticipation. Her eyes were round and soft, focusing on his as a bright smile snug onto her mien.
“Who is 'they'?” Though amusement replaced his expression, he was not making fun of her at all. He could never do that. Y/N’s interest in the afterlife would be taken as seriously as every other topic.
She shrugged. ”Just people.” And then she looked ahead into the night.
“People, huh?” Bucky followed her gaze. He fixated on a bright light, miles upon miles away from them. It was calming - solid and warm. A focus point that enacted its purpose without being within reach.
“Yeah.”
A pleasant silence took up the space between them then. The only sounds surrounding the pair were the distant chirping of crickets hiding in the bushes beneath and the steady whirring of Bucky’s vibranium arm as it was propped behind him to support his leaning on it.
Bucky really loved these moments. A little peace in the everlasting chaos that surrounded the Avengers day in and out. Like a seldom escape into the slow and steady rhythm of a life that could have been. A life he wished for with Y/N by his side. A moment that showed him that normal still was within the realm of possibilities for him. Whether he would take it, was another thing though.
“What do you think about that?” His voice broke through the quiet. And his head traveled back to the woman beside him, eyeing her profile as it was lit by the weak hues of the night. He liked that, too: Watching as her expressions changed and imagining what thoughts swarmed through her beautiful mind.
“I think it’s wonderful.” Her eyes were trained on the light, still - a smile present on her lips as her words left them.
She was refreshing - how she simply accepted it while his head was pounding with ‘what-ifs’ at her prior statement. One so strong he had to say it out loud. It hit too close to home, and he needed her to affirm his worries harmless with her powerful calmness.
“But what if the last person you were with was the one that killed you?” Bucky’s mind wandered further while he waited for an answer. He thought about all the pieces of souls he would carry with him if this statement were true. It was a bunch. Too much for one person to carry, and that’s what he felt like most of the time. But he wouldn’t accept that this was not something he had to manage. He did it, so he had to deal with it as well.
“Well, then I hope my soul will make them feel remorse for eternity,” Y/N muttered absently, and Bucky shifted his focus back to the distance unfolding before him. That’s exactly what these souls did. He felt them doing it right at this moment. Pressing on his conscience like a heavyweight.
Y/N turned her head towards him when he didn’t comment on her statement. She must have sensed what bothered him. He didn’t even attempt to hide it in her presence. She would figure it out sooner or later. Pushing him on it until he bent under her and spilled his thoughts into one giant puddle before them.
“What about you?” She offered - hesitant to ease the weird tension that had built up between the two. It wasn’t uncomfortable though. It felt as if it had to be there - in its rightful place.
“What about me?” His eyes glazed over. He hadn’t blinked for a while, but it felt right. He wanted to feel the slight stinging of the wind in his eyeballs to remind him how tangible this moment was - to anchor himself back to reality as he waited for the storm in his mind to pass.
Y/N placed her hand on his knee and her thumb began stroking the fabric of his jeans in a steady movement. Bucky averted his gaze from the light in the distance, focusing on her fingers instead. “What do you think happens when we die?"
“I- I don't know, Y/N.” It wasn’t fair. She didn’t have anything to do with it. This was his trouble, and ruining one of these sparse moments with his insecurities didn’t feel right.
Her head dipped to the side, resting on his shoulder and nuzzling deeper into his shirt as a short hum came from her throat. She closed her eyes, and Bucky could feel her warm breath through the thin fabric covering his skin.
“What?” He whispered. Careful to maintain the newfound serenity.
“I guess I can’t say anything to that.” Her lips pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. “Neither one of us has died before.”
That was true, but both of them had come very close to it more than a few times. And Bucky couldn’t help but let his mind wander again at the thought of it. It was almost unbelievable how regularly they escaped death in their lives, on missions. It had happened often enough to believe in some kind of higher power - or something else.
"Maybe we have.” Bucky leaked through his silent monologue.
“Huh?” Her head lifted from his shoulder and her eyes sought his with a questioning glare. He looked at her, trying to convey as much seriousness and calmness as possible in his next words.
“Maybe we have died before, we just don’t know.”
Of course, he had played with the thought before. If anything, Bucky’s life felt like the punishment the devil would put upon a person sent to him. And at one point, the super soldier had questioned the purity of his heart too much for it to be healthy. It wasn’t easy living with everything he had done. And it certainly didn’t help that he had memories for two lifetimes to process while doing so. But Y/N made it easier. She reminded him of his good sides.
“That's a scary thing to think about.”
It surely was, but that was not what Y/N meant by that. Her hand found his cheek, and he leaned into her touch like a reflex. She wanted to comfort him, because for some - for him inexplicable - reason, she knew exactly what happened in his head. And it felt good to be understood. Not only that. He was also accepted - loved, even, despite his demons and flaws.
“Is it though?” His hand covered hers, his mind slowly feeling at ease again. She had that effect on him. It was her own little superpower.
“What do you mean?” Curiosity spiked in her features. She searched his face for an answer as if she was skipping through a novel. Amazement and joy evident in her reaction with every inch of him she focused on.
“Well, isn’t it kind of relieving to think about death as a new beginning rather than the end.” He wanted that. For her, at least. Her soul deserved to live a thousand lives because it would bring happiness to so many more.
“Huh,” her stare focused on the darkness behind him before her eyes found their way back into his again, “I guess so.” Then she retracted her hand and rested her head back in the crook of his neck.
Bucky chuckled at that.
“What,” she mumbled into his skin, inhaling his scent with a deep breath afterward.
“Nothing.” His hand found the back of her head, stroking her hair and pressing her deeper into him - protective, and safe.
Silence consumed the moment once again, and Y/N’s hand started drawing shapes on his leg, now. The action made goosebumps run up his body. He liked it, though. There were few things Bucky didn’t like in association with Y/N. He would probably argue that there weren’t any, and sometimes it sure felt like that. Right now, was one of these times.
Bucky laid back on the roof, taking Y/N with him as his right arm was already wrapped around her shoulders, his hand disappearing in her hair. The stars above the compound were a lot brighter than the ones over the city in the distance. And when he turned toward the woman in his arms, he could see her features even clearer.
Y/N was the best thing that ever happened to him. And he could say that with confidence after all the horrible things he had endured. She was the light of his life, with her bright smile and her everlasting optimism that never once failed to put his mind at ease. He wasn’t sure what he deserved her with, but he would try and hold on to her for as long as possible. She was his temple - his safe haven.
“I wouldn’t mind dying right now, then,” Bucky whispered with his eyes closed, squeezing her shoulder with his other hand. She propped herself up on the arm placed by his side.
“What?”
Her expression told him that his statement concerned her very much, so he continued in order to calm her nerves. “I think having a piece of me with you is the best place it could be.”
Her eyes lit up at that. “You really think that?”
Bucky just smiled in response. Her head came closer to his, and then he kissed her. Pulling her deeper into his embrace, he tried to tell her everything he really thought of, until their lungs were on fire and forced them to break apart again. Yes, it truly was the best place he could be.
516 words of Jesties friendship. Read/kudos/comment on ao3.
“Wrigglely piggley higglely doo.”
“Jester, I really don’t see how–hck.”
“You have to repeat after me!” The voice comes from the direction of Essek’s stomach, blue hair and belled horns laying on his middle. Her voice carries a smile and barely suppressed giggles even if Essek cannot see them at this flat angle.
“Is this a children’s rhyme? hck.”
“Does it matter, Essie? Don’t you trust me?” Her head rolls slightly to look his way. The sensation of her weight and closeness is odd, not uncomfortable or unwanted, but just... unusual.
“Of course I do.” As if there is any other answer. “It’s just that hck a dozen other methods have already proven to hck be insufficient against these stubborn hiccups.”
“You could just keep them.” Jester laughs. “They’re the cutest I’ve ever heard, like a little snail sneeze.”
“Have you heard a snail snee-hck?” Light be damned, this is annoying.
Jester’s head bounces with his hiccups and in turn she erupts in giggles each time. “This is like a waterbed that fights back. Now Essek, come on and be serious!”
“I’m always–hck, ah.”
“Repeat after me. Wrigglely piggley–”
“Wrigglely piggley higglely doo.” Essek manages between gulps of hiccuped breath.
“Rolly pollies would rather roll than run.” Jester’s voice is singsong, every word clear with familiarity. Essek wonders if her mother taught her this remedy.
“I–, hck, rolly pollies would rather roll than run.” His tongue feels heavy with the concentration it takes to enunciate the twisty words.
“Little Jester just lovingly jumps leaps in jungle lands.” She reaches up to pat Essek’s chest with each syllable, his own little drum beat.
Essek can feel his teeth practically clack in his mouth but he forces out the phrase. He squeezes his eyes shut in concentration.
“Caleb’s asset of ass is an astounding achievement.”
“Caleb’s ass– Jester!” Essek sits up on his elbows just enough to look at her. She is covering her mouth but the laughs still erupt from around her fingers. He plops back down again, staring at the painted ceiling and feeling something he doesn’t know how to name even if looking right at it.
They lay there in near silence for a few minutes, the rise and fall of Essek’s now slowed breathing a gentle wave for Jester’s head to rest. Her soft humming is another layer of warm buzz against Essek’s skin. The quiet feels like a blanket and he welcomes it.
After a moment, he realizes.
“Ah, it worked. I have stopped.”
“Of course it did!” She pumps her arms up and down in celebration but doesn’t roll off him. “This is mama’s patented hiccup solution, it always works.”
Essek feels that warm space he can’t identify bloom again in his chest. “Thank you Jester, for sharing that with me.”
She pats his stomach again in answer and continues to hum a little song to herself, the phrasing interrupted here and there as she points out the shapes of brushstroke clouds on the ceiling and not so subtly asks Essek if he sees the dicks hidden there too.
so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch
"Are you alright?" comes the question to which I would normally answer something along the lines of: "Of course" or "Fine as always" or "Peachy keen thanks for asking".
But not today.
Not here.
Not right now.
"No. I'll be fine, but right now I'm not. Because I sit here and I can see her face that would resemble mine. His smile, that would be his or hers. I can hear their little voices as they chuckle about the funny voices Mum and Dad or Mommy use for the nighttime stories together." I pause wiping a stray tear away. "Then I remember... I am imagining children who I'll never give life to with a partner I'll never have. At least that's what it feels like... because I'm sitting in my room alone, and I remember every scrutinizing look I give myself when I get in front of a mirror or a reflective surface. The disgust I feel towards myself. And then I can't even imagine someone liking me, let alone wanting to have children with me. And even though a rational part of my brain knows I'm not cut out for a relationship yet... I'm painfully aware of the lack of love and adoration and warmth I could feel towards a person, which for once wouldn't feel so one-sided." I sigh.
"So no, I'm not okay.
Not tonight.
Not here.
Not right now."
Then I add normalizing my voice.
"But I will be. Because this is life. You take the good it gives and you drown out the bad. Because you are strong and worthy of everything you think you deserve. But thanks for asking."
I look at the toy tiger before me before wiping the last of my tears and turning off my lamp to try and fall asleep.
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I don't think many people will see this, but if you do and you relate, I'm really sorry and I hope you're not fighting alone because no one should.
So lots of love and don't forget to say something nice to yourself.
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