Fort Wussmage

[yeehawpim]

honestly i just really want a t shirt of colin pissing and screaming and crying

based on this lol

[b0tster]

vash noises are off the charts in the english dub oh my god lmfao

[novatix]

my favourites after reading the tags

[sirdolraan]

Improvisation

(Daily writing challenge August 2022, Day 4, Impress/Exhaustion. CW: Vore, animal distress (no death))

@daily-writing-challenge

In the depths of Un'goro crater, it was a lovely day. The sun shone down through the leafy canopy, granting warmth and casting shade. The gentle breeze carried the sweet smells of the incredible flora that called the titan test bed home. And the sound of a roaring devilsaur and a screaming human echoed off the rocky canyon walls that protected it from the outside world.

Janosis was an experienced, celebrated runner. Indeed, he had mastered the art of fleeing danger on foot over many years, most recently while prisoner of the dread tower Torghast. But there was only so much his human body could do to outpace a twenty foot tall saurid who was equal parts grumpy and hungry, and his pursuer was gaining on him. He uttered a quick spell to blink past a large fallen tree, only to hear it crack and splinter a moment later as the devilsaur crushed it underfoot, roaring in triumph as it closed on its prey.

"The creature will reach striking distance in seventeen seconds. Recommend alteration of strategy." his familiar Penelops intoned, the little ball of arcane energy floating alongside his head, providing a useful, if frustrating, play by play of the pursuit.

"I'm thinking!" he snapped back, rolling under a set of vines and coming up at speed, barely stumbling as he focused on the path in front of him. One wrong move would end the pursuit badly for him. He was already beginning to tire, his muscles burning in protest as he pushed his body to its cardiovascular limits.

"Pursuer will strike in five seconds. Strategy recommendation: Ice Block spell will grant you more time to think." Penelops declared. Janosis' mind raced. Yes, it was one of his favorite spells, and would buy him time, but not enough. His mana reserves were too low to attempt a teleport, much less try to fend off the creature. Encasing himself in a block of ice would be his last spell for a while....

Janosis' eyes went wide as he realized his out. He hated his out. Breathing deep, he slowed his pace slightly, and uttered a simple command. "Count down."

"Affirmative. Three. Two. One. Strike." As she started the final word, Janosis jumped, pulling his arms and legs in close as the Devilsaur's maw loomed over him, before snapping down, gobbling him up whole. The creature stood, throwing its head back, then stumbled. It began to cough, or try to, its tiny forearms clawing at its neck. With a mighty heave, the beast coughed up the jagged block of ice, streaked with its blood, out of its throat, before weakly turning away, utterly unwilling to continue with such a dangerous morsel. A few moments later, the ice faded, dropping the cooled blood right onto Janosis' face.

Because of course it did.

The mage lay there for a few moments, feebling wiping the blood from his face as Penelops floated over to him. "New strategy recorded for later review. A freshwater stream is located one hundred thirty four meters west-by-northwest from this location, and should aid in the recovery of your mana stores. Well done, sir."

Janosis could only groan, before slowly pulling himself to his feet, and heading as quietly he could in search of the stream, all the while regretting his foolish insistence on traveling to gather the crystals for his next experiment alone. After all, who was he trying to impress?

[valtsv]

orders an uber and a few minutes later an eagle flies down and snatches me off the ground like a mouse

[givemeangstymemes]

Give my muse relationship advice they didn’t ask for!

[deermemehost]

Send me a ❣ and I'll gauge my character's attraction to yours at this point in time

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Low ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ High

[noonmutter]

Yeah alright.

[kandidly-kasey]

[mooretimetoplay]

Wizard’s spellbooks for spells levelled 1-3, 4-6, and 7-9.

[rollfortrans]

[image id: a black-and-white photo of the spines of three fancy books. The left most one is labeled “Fuckery,” in the middle is “Advanced Fuckery,” and on the right is “Super Advanced Fuckery.”]

[noonmutter]

Battered

Be ready.

His mantra when he woke, every morning. At least, after every sleep. There was hardly any outside light in the lab; he could only guess when morning really was.

He couldn’t move. Old bindings, weathered from the struggle of dozens but no weaker for the new strain, kept him in place. The leather creaked, but gave no hope in the sound; leather like this could laugh when tested, and laugh it did, cold and cruel as the ones who’d put it to his wrists. To his legs. To his ankles. To his head.

They’re coming. Be ready.

He shuddered. It hurt to shudder. Hurt was a blessing. Sometimes when he woke this way he was lucky to feel even pain, and it reminded him he was alive. He was alive, and he lamented other options sometimes, but he was still alive. Alive, and bound with his head completely immobilized. That he was nearly naked this time around didn’t really register to him, but the breeze he felt specifically at the back of his head? That was new.

Be ready.

Keep reading

[janosis]

Adventures in Torghast

A foul smelling wind, uncomfortably warm, blew through the halls of torghast, out into a rocky area where platforms floated silently, connected to the rest of the tower by serrated chains. Janosis fought the urge to retch as he breathed deeply, trying to recover from his latest sprint away from his captors. He was alone for the moment, though that never lasted long. Time to take stock. As quietly as he could, he uttered an incantation and manifested an orb of arcane energy. "Penelops," he said, "I could use a status update."

The orb flitted around him, before speaking, glowing brightly in time with the words. "You are suffering from dehydration, malnutrition, and I am detecting a cracked rib, multiple category one burns, and several lacerations on your arms and the bottoms of your feet. Expected time to heal: one week, not counting the ribs which will require six weeks to mend," the orb intoned in a feminine voice. "However, given your current surroundings, I suspect you will not have the luxury of doing so the natural way."

Janosis grunted as he conjured a mana cake, stuffing the conjured pastry into his mouth. Even swallowing hurt, but the feeling of even that small bit of strength entering his body helped. "Going to have to risk it then." he said, kneeling down on the rocks and tracing sigils into the dust that covered them.

"I must warn you that in addition to the chaotic effects of your current arcane affliction having unpredictable results, the long term effects of using time manipulation to recover from wounds are poorly understood at best."

"I'll be sure to record my observations for future generations," he quipped. "Check my work, please."

"Of course," Penelops responded, hovering down over the sigils crudely drawn into the ground. "These sigils are acceptable, though you will need to be fully certain of your incantations to avoid placing undue stress on the circle."

Janosis stood in the circle he had drawn, closed his eyes, and reached out, gathering arcane energy and incanting the spell he had learned... some time ago. Planar travel was hell on one's understanding of their chronological place in the universe, and he'd been on quite a journey. The power flowed into the runes, surrounding him in light. His form began to flicker and flit, injuries disappearing as he altered his timeline in a way that would surely upset any bronze dragons who happened to be watching. The spell was nearing completion when he began to feel a sickening pit in his stomach, and he realized it was going to happen again. "Penelops, return, now!" he shouted as the orb dashed towards him, disappearing from sight and merging with the energy field as he suddenly winked out of sight.

The blindness took only moments to clear, but by the time he could see the ice cold metal collar had already been slammed around his neck. He'd managed to accidentally teleport right into a patrol of mawsworn. Violet lightning danced across his fingers as the energy dissipated, and Janosis sighed. At least his feet didn't hurt anymore.

[heniimagic]

3 confessions: Psst, for any of my characters you like.

“Dolraan, should it come to pass and you finally have time to slow down, you will make a great father.”

“Janosis, the world is a cruel place as you know. Be brave, take the plunge and fully enjoy what it has to offer.”

“Vasily, you are literally too kind and I worry that someone one day will find a way to take advantage of that.”

Thanks @sirdolraan!

[janosis]

Adventures in Torghast

A foul smelling wind, uncomfortably warm, blew through the halls of torghast, out into a rocky area where platforms floated silently, connected to the rest of the tower by serrated chains. Janosis fought the urge to retch as he breathed deeply, trying to recover from his latest sprint away from his captors. He was alone for the moment, though that never lasted long. Time to take stock. As quietly as he could, he uttered an incantation and manifested an orb of arcane energy. "Penelops," he said, "I could use a status update."

The orb flitted around him, before speaking, glowing brightly in time with the words. "You are suffering from dehydration, malnutrition, and I am detecting a cracked rib, multiple category one burns, and several lacerations on your arms and the bottoms of your feet. Expected time to heal: one week, not counting the ribs which will require six weeks to mend," the orb intoned in a feminine voice. "However, given your current surroundings, I suspect you will not have the luxury of doing so the natural way."

Janosis grunted as he conjured a mana cake, stuffing the conjured pastry into his mouth. Even swallowing hurt, but the feeling of even that small bit of strength entering his body helped. "Going to have to risk it then." he said, kneeling down on the rocks and tracing sigils into the dust that covered them.

"I must warn you that in addition to the chaotic effects of your current arcane affliction having unpredictable results, the long term effects of using time manipulation to recover from wounds are poorly understood at best."

"I'll be sure to record my observations for future generations," he quipped. "Check my work, please."

"Of course," Penelops responded, hovering down over the sigils crudely drawn into the ground. "These sigils are acceptable, though you will need to be fully certain of your incantations to avoid placing undue stress on the circle."

Janosis stood in the circle he had drawn, closed his eyes, and reached out, gathering arcane energy and incanting the spell he had learned... some time ago. Planar travel was hell on one's understanding of their chronological place in the universe, and he'd been on quite a journey. The power flowed into the runes, surrounding him in light. His form began to flicker and flit, injuries disappearing as he altered his timeline in a way that would surely upset any bronze dragons who happened to be watching. The spell was nearing completion when he began to feel a sickening pit in his stomach, and he realized it was going to happen again. "Penelops, return, now!" he shouted as the orb dashed towards him, disappearing from sight and merging with the energy field as he suddenly winked out of sight.

The blindness took only moments to clear, but by the time he could see the ice cold metal collar had already been slammed around his neck. He'd managed to accidentally teleport right into a patrol of mawsworn. Violet lightning danced across his fingers as the energy dissipated, and Janosis sighed. At least his feet didn't hurt anymore.

[janosis]

Torghast: A Prelude

Torghast, the Dread Tower. The Endless Prison of the Jailer, where his greatest prizes and most unlucky prisoners are kept. Twisting corridors constantly shifting among infinite halls. Somewhere in this terrible place, two mawsworn stand before a locked cell.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"You ever wonder why we're here?"

"What? No. I know why we're here. We committed terrible crimes, so when we died we ended up in the maw, where we endured ages of incredible torment that erased our entire sense of self, leaving only a desire to torment others and to serve the Jailer, lest he torment us some more."

"... That's not what I meant. I mean, do you ever wonder why we're -here-, guarding this living mortal, instead of, you know, tormenting him."

"Tormentor Ylvir wants to study him or something. I only got the gist of her orders on account of the torment."

"Seriously though, there should really be more of the magic oriented mawsworn. All we have is our halberds and chains, and he keeps doing that thing."

"What thing?"

"Seriously, the thing he keeps doing!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Wait, are you not Chainwarden Andre?"

"No, he's been sent to the soulforges to be turned into a breastplate for daring to fail the Jailer. I'm Chainwarden Bethany."

"Oh! Well, it's nice to meet you, Bethany."

"I would say the same but you still haven't introduced yourself. Rude."

"Oh! Er.... Chainwarden Tyler. Sorry."

"You should be. I can tell why you got sent here."

"Okay, wow. Wow. Just... wow."

"Calls 'em likes I sees 'em. Anyway, what's the thing the prisoner does? I should probably know what to look out for."

"Okay, well, he's, I don't know, really hard to lock down? Just when you think you have him chained down and in a barrier, he just kinda fizzes and he's outside and running."

"Are you serious? I think you're just bad at chains. I applied his locks myself, there's no way any soul, alive or not, could escape them."

There is a subtle sound of arcane energy as the guards start to argue.

"No, that's the whole reason the Tormentor wants to study him, he keeps escaping any bond we put him in, and he seems to have no- did you hear that?"

The mawsworn both turned to see Janosis, wearing only a torn pair of pants, tiny bolts of violet arcane energy arcing across his body, and utterly free of chains, trying to tiptoe away. He slowly turned to look at them, smiled weakly, then broke into a full run down the halls.

"No soul can escape your chains, eh?"

"Oh shut up and help me run."

[heniimagic]

[janosis]

If Janosis had the courage to do one thing, what would it be?

Take Shedwyn’s advice.

[mamachonnes]

Abbie Mills = Black women (and/or people)

Colonial white man = Trump, his supporters, republicans and white america

Ichabod Crane = Biden, white moderate democrats and liberals

Sleepy Hollow (Fox . 2013 - 2016)

[deadshedwyn]

@januskrug @mremaknu this scene

[valtsv]

accidentally indulged in too much ‘me time’, turns out i’ve been reported missing for over six months and presumed dead by most local and national authorities

[shckaewynn]

Nsfw ask meme: Shedwyn, and if I can get a second, Janosis.

[NSFW] put a name in my inbox and my muse will answer:  Shedwyn

How interested they are in having sex with them:

“Physically we’re pretty much identical, just different sizes. I’ve never really looked at her as a partner, but… if it was something she’d like and would make her happy… I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to her.”

 How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: 

“Unless it’s part of a game, I don’t pay for sex with anyone. Sex is its own reward.”

 If they would rather bottom or top them:

“Whichever she’d prefer. Or neither; there doesn’t always have to be a division.”

 How good they think they would be:

“Who knows how to please a woman better than a woman?”

 If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them:

“Again, whatever she would be in the mood for. I think you missed ‘bed’ in there, though.”

 If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: 

“Whatever the moment called for.”

 If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick:

“I… er… not Terry. Definitely, not Terry.” She bites her lip and looks away nervously.

 If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:  

“No, not likely.  I don’t think she’s interested in me, either.”

 [NSFW] put a name in my inbox and my muse will answer:  Janosis

How interested they are in having sex with them:

“Oh, gosh.  Oh, I… I mean, we never even got to kiss…,” she blushes and looks away, shifting nervously.  “I mean… he’s so sweet… I’d be afraid I’d scare him or break him or something… I’d really like to kiss him, though…”

 How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: 

“I’d pay anything for a kiss.  Just one… sweet… ” Eyes closed, she sighs deeply.

 If they would rather bottom or top them:

“Not top. Never top. I can’t see him ever wanting that. But… if he… if he wanted… but I don’t see that happening.”

 How good they think they would be:

“I think he would be so gentle. And caring. If he could get over being scared to death.”

 If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them:

“Light, what is with you? A bed. Or… maybe… in a barn after we’ve been caught in a downpour…” she bites her lip again.

 If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: 

“Make love. With lots of kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.” Another deep sigh.

 If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick:

“That would never happen.”

 If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:  

“No. It would never happen. We can’t even have a date without something interrupting it.”

 {{ It was fun thinking about Janosis again!  Thanks for the ask! }}