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@missdoright-arc
hello new blogs i’m followin. i’m Rich. i used to run a bunch of old blogs that i’m conglomerating into this one! so if you recall @solarchorale, @missdoright-arc, @cloakandcrusader, @lacquerlaced, @couriersiiix, @herorecipe, (and others, eventually), uh, that’s me! if you don’t, hi anyway. i run thesmophoric and lncubabe. i need to make a proper ooc/rules page but. ay.
aaa this blog is now an archive. sorry fam. find me at noaccountingforincubi or thesmophoric.
yennefer-and-friends:
“Wouldn’t know anything about it,” Yennefer replied, taking the time to cast a glance at a full length mirror hanging from the wall some ways away from the fireplace. After a moment’s pause to make sure her lips were proper she wiped the color from the rim of her tankard before pouring some more of the drink into it. “Seems your magic doesn’t work like ours. Though if you’re looking for something along those lines your closest bet would be… The Skellige isles. Quite a ways away.”
“Sounds far,” the magician-in-a-strange-land concurred. “I’ll just get by without it. Or research somethin’, just wait for a storm. (Oof.)” She squinted, tried to shove herself into the leather breeches. Yeah, that was definitely one hell of a tight fit all around. But it was better than what she had on, so Benny had to endure. Coming back out, she ran a hand through bright-blonde hair, gave a tight-lipped smile to Yennefer. “Nothin’s peekin’ through, right?”
Anilla pouted “What! Nooooo!” She said making a sad puppy dog face. “I wannna have fun. I mean, we’ll clean you up first! Come on. Tell me your kinks~” She giggled. “I’ll spill a bunch of mine!”
“That’s way too weird,” grunted the magician, teasing mud out of her hair with the aid of half-spoken spells. “There’s plenty’a websites where people spill their dark desire to get fucked by Smokey the Bear. Go to them, not to me.”
“Dodged a bullet, to say the least.” The shark leaned against a nearby wall, a toothy grin accompanying her almost predatory gaze at the shorter. A small, teasing frown however graced her features as she heard the ‘bad’ news. A roll of her emerald hues would ensue as she began to speak.
“Mmm.. I see, I get a little too… Primal when we were ah..” She’d click her tongue before leaning up off the wall. “Mm, I’ll tone it down. Almost got it all to fit though. You’re impressively squishy.” A genuinely playful tone overtook that last comment as she smirked.
“At least no… Mutant shark babies. Eesh, no tellin’ what they’d put ya through.”
“Not tryna have kids yet regardless.” The magician shrugged, pulled a handful of extra-large condoms out of her pockets. Perhaps it was a less-than-subtle suggestion.
“I’m no marine biologist, but I’m pretty sure sharks try and eat one another in the womb. So, yeah, I definitely don’t mind it.” A pause, and then: “Squishy,” she grumbled. “Look, y’shouldn’t be tryna put two in a single-capacity... hole...to begin with. Healin’ potions only get ya so far and after that, kaput.”
Yennefer turned her eyes skyward, shrugging with her palms facing up. “I’m sure you’ve got men like those in your world. Never satisfied, no matter how much power they’ve already amassed.” She scoffed and emptied her tankard, setting it down beside the bottle before getting to her feet. “Just a moment.” She made her way to the door and exchanged a few curt words with the serving girl waiting patiently just outside the door. After a minute she closed the door once again and returned to the chair with some rags draped over one arm, a tunic that seemed a little too small and tight fitting leather breeches. “Will these do?”
It’d be a little tight, specially around the chest, but Benny wasn’t really in a place to complain. Given the choice between tightness around her bosom or her organs, and she’d pick the former every time. (God, leather. Thankfully, hopefully, it’d be before the invention of the gimp, in the wherever she was.) “Yeah, this’ll work,” the magician responded with a nod, “thanks. I’ll put ‘em on now.” Sooner they spoke to the Emperor, the better, as far as she was concerned, and so Benny nipped around the shuttery-thing that women in old movies changed behind. Considering a new topic, she called over the shuttery-thing, “So, uh. Where I’m from, I kinda specialize in frost-magic. Rime, Cocytus, stuff like that. But I’m away from my source, so I feel kinda like a wet noodle. Is there a source of Cold, here?”
She watched with increasing interest as the wizard drank. So the only reason she’d been told to come up was the existence of a dragon? “Humans forget their place,” she commented, not looking away for an instant. “A hundred years go by, and they no longer remember who protects them from my brothers and sisters. I built their walls; I could easily turn them to dust.”
It wasn’t meant as a brag, either. Herin’s powers gave her control over stone and, to a minor level, the precious metals found within. She was one of the last earth dragons left. So many of her kin had been captured and enslaved to fuel humanity’s greed. If she were to follow in their footsteps, it was possible that the other dragons would overtake the earth. The balance needed to be kept.
She waved her hand and the rocks beneath her body lifted her to her feet. Until then, she’d been curled up on the ground, in a defensive position. But by now, she was convinced that she didn’t need to protect herself from this human. As soon as her feet touched the ground, the human would be able to see that she was mostly nude. Scales covered her vitals, giving her the necessary armor, but other than that, everything was on display. She approached the human and reached out a hand, running it along her neck with surprisingly tender fingers.
“You say we have more in common. I would be interested in… exploring that. What is your name, talkative one?”
Jeez. That was a much more...feminine body than Benny had anticipated. To be fair, she didn’t really associate with a lot of dragons. Professional distance, as it were, precluded such fraternization. She tensed as Herin neared, nervous energy all but begging her to strike, but attacking an unsleeping dragon was as foolish as taking blood from a stone.
At the dragon’s touch, her skin rose in protective gooseflesh, and reflexively the magician’s skin was wreathed with rime-armor. A murmured word eased the spell away, “Sorry,” Benny offered, ice subsuming into water and dripping down her clothes, “reflex-magic. Nothin’ personal. I, uh, name’s Doright.” She knew the tales well enough -- never offer your real name to a dragon. “They only had titles for you, down there. Earthshaker, Bridetaker.”
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“Wait… Why set me on fire before the ocean?” She asked. “Like… Seriously.” A moment passed. “Oi. How kinky are you?” She asked. “Wanna fuck mate?”
“Maybe I’ll change it up! who knows. The world’s my oyster,” groused Benny, murmuring a word to freeze the water in the mud caked to her clothes. Another stomp shattered the majority of it, and the blonde stood, looking daggers at Anilla. “No.”
The second someone set foot on her mountain, Herinth knew. Pale yellow eyes peeked open, monitoring the number of footprints and the pace. One single climber–unless they had someone flying beside them–who wasn’t having a great time. Judging by the weight of the footfalls, most likely female. And a small one, at that. Slowly, Herin’s fangs spread in a grin. Finally, the humans were beginning to respect her once more.
As soon as her guest arrived, Herin sat up, drinking her in. It was fairly obvious that this wasn’t her usual kind of offering; she could sense the power flowing off of this mage. Her eyes narrowed just slightly, and she felt a grow begin to build in her throat. So they hadn’t chosen to respect her with an offering, hm? Maybe she ought to take it out on this wizard, show those humans what power she could really conjure if pushed to it.
Then the human began to speak, and Herin felt her hackles begin to lower. So she was warning her, was it? How odd. She hadn’t met many humans who actually went out of their way to protect dragons. She let the wizard stew for a moment, rolling over words in her mouth before speaking.
“Why do you tell me this?” she asked. Her voice sounded like she had been chewing on gravel moments before (which was, incidentally, true). “I assume they have paid you. Why not attempt to complete your job?”
Alright. It could talk! That was something. And it hadn’t tried to set her on fire or bite her! That was something more. So she let down her guard, took the opportunity to take down a gulp of water from her flask while the dragon spoke. One of the benefits of frost- magic: ever-cold water.
“Honestly?” She exhaled, gestured down the mountainside. “They were kind of assholes, down there.” Not to the point of spitting at her feet and jeering as she passed by, but Benny knew their type well enough. When the well’s frozen over, the wizard’s their best friend, but soon as she’s no longer needed, she’s a freak.
“Couldn’t come up with a better reason for your bounty than ‘she’s a dragon!’ Which isn’t too far off from tryna’ lynch a wizard ‘cause she’s a wizard. ‘Sides, they paid me most of it up front.” Carefully, the magician danced around another issue at hand: namely, that she didn’t think much of her chances one-on-one with a matured dragon.
“So screw ‘em. Figured you and I have more in common than me an’ them.”
@pleasurepopped
Tacky, off-blonde hair clings to her forehead. Climbing a mountain, Benny has just recently learned, sucks real bad. Frequent breaks, and the promise of a windfall once the job’s done, are the only things keeping her going. There’s a dragon at the top, apparently, and folks aren’t too keen on it (despite, as she’s gathered, the dragon being rather sedate and tending to keep to itself). She’s no dragon- slayer, but when money’s tight, hey, she’ll be whatever you want.
Her heart sinks, as she finally reaches the cave where the dragon’s said to reside. Not only is it awake, crossing out her plan of ‘sneak around and banish it’ but it is way too matured for even the magician’s trump-card spells to leave a dent. So, Plan B.
“Uh, hey,” she reasons, palms outstretched in a gesture of peace, so I was hired by the folks livin’ down there. They’re real scared’a you. Figured I’d pop up real quick, let you know that they’re willin’ to hire any nut off the street to try and deal with you. Dunno about you, but I’m not into indiscriminate murder, but the next guy who comes along might be. So...keep on your toes, I guess.” A deep breath. Does it even have the capacity for language? Moreover, would it be too much to ask for a ride down?
@parasiticbrawler
Benny doesn’t pretend to be an expert in hair. She spends a fair amount of time aggressively killing her own with dyes and frost-contamination, so maybe she can’t talk, but she’s pretty sure it shouldn’t be... undulating, quite so much. They’re not grand motions, clear to the casual observer, but to a paranoiac like Benny? Nothing escapes her gaze.
The girl herself...doesn’t seem too bothered by it. Agitates her all the more. There’s no connection between magical preference and temperament, though she wishes there was. Shaking her head, the magician turns on her heel, begins following the young- looking woman at a distance.
@pinkhairedbadass
“Well, the good news is I’m not preggo. So, phew.”
Her tone’s light, but Benny had been beside herself with relief when the doctor had given the news. She wouldn’t have taken it to term regardless, but..look, just a load off her back, was all.
“Bad news is you need to tone it down a notch. Doc was concerned. Blah blah blah, on a normal human, blah blah blah irreparable damage. Point of the story is no tryna put all of you in me.”
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