Magical Adventures

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[monenblogi]

it's the first helpful or intelligible thing anybody's said to me all day

private, 18+ multimuse from mixed medias such as comics and video games. slowly cooked by many rabbits in a trenchcoat. carrd - askbox - mobile list

[defyxoblivion]

The familiar itch scratched in the back of his head. Daylen wanted to see some red. Spill blood, rip out guts. His twitching knife hand had been dry too long.

"I don't answer to that cunt. I don't answer to anyone!"

Daylen hadn't been associated with the Warden's in a long time. It felt too small, being in that fortress. Leading men against Darkspawn. It wasn't satisfying. And now? The world was imperiled again. He'd kept his nose out of that bullshit with the Inquisition, mostly. And now? Shit was falling apart around him.

"I've buried enough fuckers to fill that fucking necropolis your kind love so much. So don't fucking start with me." In response to the crackle of necromantic energy pulses of Force washed off him in waves.

[monenblogi]

“You’re angry. Good. Maybe think about putting that to use to help these people rather than winge about it, because trust me beautiful, this all is very real.”  

The storm wasn’t aimed at him but rather up. Higher, cliffside, where they could see the ogre picking up yet another piece of ruin. Evka hadn’t been kidding about the bigger ones trying to get creative on how to squish the survivors... never a good sign. 

A big target for the dead storm, at least. Something for the anger to rip its way into. A snap of fingers, the sickly green already dissipating set to chase up the rockside to tear into the beast. 

“There’s four more of those things with a small shock troop chasing at their heels and a cabin stock with medical supplies. You want to abandon this? Fine.” They brushed away the lingering burn on their cloak. “We’ll tell them you perished. It’s the most respect we can afford while trying to fix this.” 

[monenblogi]

"hey, you know what? we're not doing anything for you, you fuck, 'cause you didn't even try to help us." (daylen) - @defyxoblivion

"... And what in the hells do you even expect me to do when your own bloody rotted git of a First had decided he’d execute me personally for even stepping foot in the wastelands? In this nothing?”  

Fake Blight, they all called it. Mad words of a traitor, they all said. And now it was on everyone’s doorstep and even worse in the Anderfels by a metric ton. And there was nothing to be felt, nothing to tether onto, the absolute blankness left by the devastation... it was easier to ignore in small quantities, but at the root was something else. 

Whatever was left of the souls was near non-existent. For a necromancer that was toeing the line of an existential crisis that Nels never wanted to contemplate. 

“Do you think I have armies at my beck and call when no one thinks this is real? Do you think I snap my pretty little fingers and summon my own people to my cry? I’m fucking making this up as I go, mate, no bloody better than you did at your own start.” A pull at the aether, not too hard to find the angrier remnants open to tempt for a fight. Another tug, the sickly green coalescing along their arm in response. 

Not a threat, not a warning, simple absolution bubbling into the storm of the dead. “Whine your way back to your blighted fortress with your dead and cowardly then. The rest of us will secure Lavendel without you just fine.” 

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM CRITICAL ROLE: VOX MACHINA, EPISODE 44: "THE SUNKEN TOMB" *  assorted dialogue from the campaign as i watch through it for the first time, adjust as necessary

god forbid, if something happens to us, they know where to retrieve our bodies.

your appearance fascinates me on so many levels.

i look forward to getting to know you.

i've met few as unremarkable as you in my travels.

i have some business to take care of here in the city before we go ahead and head off.

it's really quite painless. it's pretty cool.

i wonder if someone knows about a cavern under the lake.

maybe we need to breathe under fricking water.

is there a library nearby?

are you just going to stand there and watch me peruse then?

just kill him!

damn it! it hurts! it hurts me in my soul!

i kind of respect you. i'm a little impressed.

we've finally gotten to the end of your list of good names.

do your holy shit when we go there, all right?

i want to hear more about this.

this is beautiful. can i hit something with it?

i thought you were going to tell me a dirty joke or something!

i killed him! he's all over me! his bits are all over me!

can you give me a swig of that?

context is everything.

we're like a giant fart.

we probably should have talked out our plan before we did this.

at this point, i don't give a shit.

can farts travel underwater?

how far away is it under the ice?

we did some science!

let's try to set up camp in the trees, so we're not on the ground.

sit on the ground. your hair's a mess.

i saw something strange down there.

let me go take a look real quick.

it's going to be a big day tomorrow. we should probably get some sleep.

it's getting weird tonight.

why are you making it weird?

what the fuck are they talking about?

where did you get them? did you buy them?

i stole them, dude.

i believe you are a good man.

i've been thinking a lot about why we're together and what we're doing.

i think we're very broken people, but i think together, we are far greater than the sum of our parts. i like who we are together, and i think that's important.

it's good to want things.

i'm in a place where i'm realizing that i have to make decisions about what's important.

i'm sorry if i've done anything to offend you.

we're a bit of an awkward family, but we are trying.

we will rise. or if we fail, no one will ever know.

you are really fucking cool. you know that, don't you?

i've seen you checking out some of the members of our little group here.

i see the way you've been flirting with him. it's adorable.

it's not often you meet a man like that. so you run towards him. some would say, with your spear out.

can you guys talk a little quieter? some of us are sleeping.

for the love of god, let something attack us.

hey, you know what? we're not doing anything for you, you fuck, 'cause you didn't even try to help us.

you're all going to die. all of you.

can't you climb on shit?

hey guys. i don't trust this goo. it creeps me out. just be careful.

do you need more light?

i need popcorn for this.

i think someone has a crush!

i have a sword.

there's a big fucking hole in the way.

i could totally parkour that.

i can read bullshit.

happy anniversary, you dicks!

there's a fuck-you beam, too. there's literally a fuck-you beam.

oh, son of a fuck!

did you pee your underoos?

the fuck happened?

oh my god, i'm shaking.

i feel so cold.

why are you crying?

you fucking died.

did you set off a trap? is that how i died?

you know, he loves you very, very much. so very much.

walk with me for a moment.

i'm not sure what just happened, but i need you to know that you're very dear to me.

i want you to kill it. and i want you to write me and tell me how you did it.

you're a good guy too, even though you try really hard to pretend not to be.

stay near him.

you didn't need to apologize for stealing that kiss before.

who was your first kiss?

[tempesttragedy]

the hand that had instinctively gone to her hip, thumb brushing the grip of the pistol holstered there, remains despite the stranger's protestations - but it moves no further as Devya eyes him, up and down, considering for a long moment. Back-up or twisted competition? the tension in her shoulders eases slightly, gaze flickering briefly toward the caravan and back.

"if you're lying..." the threat doesn't need to be completed, she hopes, even as her hand finally moves away from her firearm. "The last thing I need is Doc bitching in my ear the whole way back."

[monenblogi]

“Lying? Y’ kidding? I’d be friggen stupid to piss off anyone at one of the few locations that actually like me.” The fact that this seemed like a good opportunity to get back at that Tower Tom prick for killing one of his favorite clients and stealing his package?  

Afterthought, really, just ignore that he had agreed to do this one for free. 

“Doc brought you on? Then guess the caravan’s got more than food and basic trade this time.” Bad for them, that just made the operator the largest target. Worse for Bunker Hill when it’d inevitably get struck. Well, shit. 

“Well we’re in a good spot for it. Last run’s attack was here and she swear’s its that jerk operating outta the Beantown Brewery again.” 

[starsfaulted]

No matter how often she endures this song and dance, something in her compels her to give her would-be-enemies the benefit of the doubt. 99.9% of the time, it’s a futile effort, but the 1% tends to be worth the effort.

Laser rifle in hand, she keeps the weapon appropriately aimed as she warily listens to the man speak. She doesn’t know him, but she does know Kessler.

“Looks like we’re headed in the same direction. Okie dokie, then.”

Expression easing into a polite smile, Lucy lowers the rifle and holds out her hand.

“Lucy Maclean. Nice to meet you.”

[monenblogi]

Well, shit. His luck definitely had to be turning with another on the route.  

“Name’s MacCready.” Rifle immediately slung back on a shoulder and hand shaken, a fair show that he was a man of his word. No reason for blood if he could avoid it, besides he only had enough ammo for where it was needed to be put. “Haven’t seen any weird guys wearing ugly, bulky rusted out armor on the route, have you?”  

He even motioned on one arm the exact size he meant. Not exactly power armor sized, but it was big enough that MacCready had to question the latest in brainless raider shenanigans. “Found one posted up about a mile back with a modified assaultron.” A thumb jabbed just behind himself. 

“Don’t recognize their colors but I’m guessing he’s why Kessler wants these supplies protected.” 

[monenblogi]

“Your heartbeat feels calmer than it did last night.” - @eplefroet

“You’ve been listening to my heart?” Well that at least explained the constant feeling of his chest being used as a pillow. “... I suppose I’m just relaxed right now.” 

And really, what kind of man would he be if he wasn’t? It was nice, stars twinkling in the sky of perpetual night, sure they probably could’ve done this somewhere less pointed, but he was still left idly toying with their hair and humming with the idle sounds of the campsite. 

A quiet moment. A nice moment. In long life, these were rarely afforded. “Relaxed and content with a beautiful creature in my arms... what more can a man ask for?” 

[monenblogi]

open post - its not what it looks like

“Hey--hey now, we’re all friends here. Friends that just so happened to have their eyes on the same supply route.” Not exactly the best lead but it hopefully was enough to not end up with a bullet squared between his eyes. Which, really, MacCready couldn’t blame anyone for wanting to try. The fact that he was spotted in the first place? 

Honestly, that was on him. An off day, definitely, but he wouldn’t blame ‘em for wanting to take the shot and the prize. 

“Not here to kill you, here to make sure the caravan makes it to Bunker Hill. Kessler hired me.” 

[whcwashe]

“Okay, that has nothing to do with you being old, I think the youth are on SSRI’s too nowadays.” She winks, letting out a quiet laugh as she moves ahead to make sure she hasn’t left anything too obviously incriminating and weird out. The sharpied sigils drawn along the door frame couldn’t be helped, but as long as she didn’t point them out, maybe he wouldn’t notice.

“But I do have juice, if you’d prefer. Coffee. Whatever…” She shrugs, glancing at him over her shoulder as she swipes a bloody map off the make shift kitchen table and stashes it away in a random drawer. At least the place looked relatively normal otherwise. Too many house plants, too many lamps, and too little furniture maybe, but it wasn’t like it screamed ‘traumatized, chronically self-harming, magic user’ probably.

“Closet space is kind of at a premium, but if you want to leave your jacket on one of the chairs that’s fine.” She pauses, nodding at a chair with a half dozen jackets already heaped upon it. She did what she could with the space she had, was all.

“Nah, I just had a little too much go wrong a little too quick. Couldn’t stomach the thought of staying when my life had burned down anyway, you know?” Liv frowns, just for a moment as she roots through the fridge for a beer. It was cheap as hell, but it was something. “Didn’t have anyone left who I felt like I could talk to, so … here we are.”

Because making a run for it was better than therapy, right? Sure. She tries her best not to dwell, offering him a bottle from across the loft.

“Yeah, you’re not really selling Atlantic City as a destination. You’re like an anti travel agent. Atlanta’s great though, you should go if you ever get a chance. The food scene’s great, and the zoo has a panda, what more can you ask for?”

[monenblogi]

“Think you’re gonna make me worry ‘bout what your generation needs anti-depressants for.” He definitely wasn’t going to try though, that’d kind of defeat the whole sort of day off thing. In hindsight it was probably bad that he was even here in the first place. 

Well, at least Jack was trying new things... 

“Nah, I’ll take that beer.” Jack shrugged his jacket off, making sure to carefully set it off the offered chair. That was manners and he wasn’t about to just be an animal about being a guest. “Guessin’ you got the best in what can legally be called a place to live.” At least that’s what it looked like just from the quick lookover that he was able to give. 

Chairs, kitchenette looking thing, he was willing to bet that what was supposed to qualify for a bedroom was also a glorified closet being used for storage. It was just how things seemed to work in this part of town. “Y’know, think you could probably maximize your room if you got rid of like... 10 lamps.” 

A joke, of course. 

“I’ll take your suggestion to heart.” A bit of a smile, still looking around. The plants were nice... though now he was a bit painfully aware of how plain his giant studio was. “Looks very you.” 

[whcwashe]

“Considered it, yeah. But most of my work is freelance, and so I’m kind of uninsured at the moment …” Which was a true enough answer. And it sounded altogether better than ‘I really don’t want to end up in a psych ward for saying I see ghosts’.

She wasn’t even sure if that was something a therapist could do. Have you placed on an involuntary hold somehow. But the last thing she wanted to do was inadvertently find out, not when she barely trusted herself to keep the whole thing under wraps if she finally started talking. Knowing herself, one wrong word would get out and then an entire avalanche would follow.

She settles herself quickly, smirk flickering across her face as the stereo kicks in. She’d have hardly considered Hole to be ‘old people music’ but then again, maybe it was, given that her mom listened to the same thing.

“Well if you really want to thrill your therapist, tell him you saved said chicken from being a ritual sacrifice, probably.” She laughs quietly, mostly because she can’t help it. That was too much to say, probably, but sometimes you had to lean into a ridiculous situation instead of away. “Although I can’t see why he’d think it was any more ridiculous than getting shot at.”

[monenblogi]

“There’s options for that. I got names you could talk to if y’ want.” Nothing he was going to press on because he sure as hell didn’t know her story, but the option was there if she needed it. 

And maybe Jack couldn’t shake the feeling that she really needed it. 

Idly tapping along to the beat, maybe just some light humming. Jack liked to try and enjoy himself while driving sometimes, company or not. It was nice to not get complaints about his current playlist. “I tell him that, I’m pretty sure he has to legally report it.” Which made sense in his head, though he thought about it for a bit longer. 

“... You think he’d up my dosage if I paint it out to be the start of a rescue?” Listen, it seemed funny in his head. 

“It’s his fault for suggesting hobbies. Discovered I hate sitting down and golf’s a terrible game for rich weirdos who can’t do math.” He pulled down and around a corner. “Even tried the whole stamp collecting thing. Convinced myself collectors also don’t know what the hell they’re on about ‘cause who’s really gonna pay $200 for a freakin’ stamp that’s got a cool looking pineapple on it?” 

[whcwashe]

Jesus.

She can feel herself shudder against his touch, a chill running up along her skin following his touch. She’s not sure what she’d expected, but she certainly hadn’t thought it would work this well. Eyes flutter shut as she leans into his touch, and she can’t help but distantly regret not facing him. That her touch is limited with him behind her. There’s a rising frustration she feels, only being able to get her fingers into his hair, and not into his shirt, or against his skin.

She forgets it entirely when his hand finds hers, caught up all at once in how his hands felt against her. And the size of them. And the way his breath felt against her skin, and in her hair.

“Manny …”

There’s a desperation to it, a soft gasp that takes the place of any other words she’d manage. It wouldn’t be too much. Couldn’t be, not when she felt so buzzed and frantic for more. But she nods nevertheless, pressing herself back into him and tilting her head to give him better access to her neck. Anything to get more of his lips against her skin.

She’s quick to comply, the soft command enough on its own to make her shiver. She’d always been eager to please, quick to follow direction. Fingers unthread from his hair as she turns, shifting in his lap until she can wrap her arms around his shoulders. It was easy enough then, at least, to get her lips against his. Cautious but insistent. Quick to keep herself from overthinking.

[monenblogi]

“Good girl.” 

A grin, his hands moving to both thighs and gripping a bit harder and he stood up. Easy enough, though he started attacking at her mouth with his own in turn. A bit rough, messy, Manny did have to concentrate to not accidentally whack into a wall or trip over the coffee table. 

At least he managed to get them to fall into the bed. At least Manny didn’t manage to ruin the mood in an embarrassing manner. 

Yet, anyways. 

"Very... mm... good girl...” He groaned, moving from lips to neck in turn, hand back to its old patterns. Back under shirt, back to map the soft flesh and squeeze where he could. To test, to chase away the budding urge to tear and rip. Not today.  

She was too small under hand for all of that. 

“So good...” He licked a long stripe back up. “I’m gonna eat you, y’know... every little bit I can get to...” He bit down on the flesh of her neck, voice low and rumbling. 

“You want that, don’t you?” 

[monenblogi]

My algorithm decided 40k is gonna finally be my new personality after trying for years and all I got so far is Soap the Space Wolf and J.ohnstantine as S.laanesh’s favorite battery.

[whcwashe]

"My tire blew, like ... I dunno, a mile down the road?"

Which would have been fine if she'd had a spare tire. She didn't. And that would have been okay as well, if she hadn't let her god damn phone slip out of her pocket and into a puddle that was somehow a fucking foot deep. And she hadn't brought a jacket meant for rain, because she hadn't exactly planned to be outside at all.

Not after dark. Not in a storm.

"And -- I dunno, I slipped at some point, and now I don't even know where my keys are, because my life is a nightmare. It's fine. Everything's fine...."

God, was she dripping. Of course she was dripping. Into his house, because it wasn't like this was an embarrassing enough situation already, she also had to be a sad, soaked cat.

"Hi Cosmo...." She lets out an exhausted sigh, gently waving at the dog to try and appease him somehow. "Sorry, I just need to call for a tow, I guess. And then I'll get back out and go looking for my keys, I promise. I'm not here to like .... drip on the furniture."

[monenblogi]

Well, clearly everything wasn’t fine. 

“Hang on--” Door closed once again to the sound of locks fiddling—and something that sounded a bit like ‘Go find Harper’ before heavy feet took off. Finally the door opened once again, and if Jimmy didn’t look the pinnacle of depression then the living room definitely did.  

If it wasn’t the beer cans it sure was the seemingly endless display of cups everywhere. At least Jimmy remembered to make sure they were empty. 

“You’re not the one I’d worry about shaking mud all over the couch. C’mon, I’m a dick but I’m not a monster.” He motioned with a hand, already shuffling back inside one slipper at a time. Cosmo? 

Back just in time holding by the neck what appeared to be a very put off gray cat. Well, that was all animals accounted for. “Escape artists, the both of them. ‘least one’s got the smarts to not run outside just ‘cause they smelled the puddles on the sidewalk.” He grabbed a treat from the tin on the countertop. 

“Don’t try to pet her. Harper’s always been a bit skittish during storms.” 

[normaltothemax]

She grumbled in response; a lecture really wasn’t what she needed right now. She needed to shower off the soot, a bit of time to recover, and to forget this entire experience ever happened, not necessarily in that order. Instead, she found herself lifted into the air and didn’t even have enough fight left in her to do much more than squirm unhappily.

At least they didn’t hold her for long. She swayed slightly where she sat. Shook her head, trying to reorient herself.

She blinked, eyes narrowing suspiciously at the vial they held out to her, her gaze flitting between it and their face. How they thought she might be able to drink it like this was beyond her. With a huff, she carefully jumped down to the opposite side of the little wall. Shifted back with the always awful sound of breaking and shifting bones.

It was only a moment before a human hand was reaching up to take the vial from them, disappearing behind the wall again where she sat naked on the ground. Max gave it a sniff and took a swig, shuddering at the taste. “The fuck even was that thing?”

[monenblogi]

“A haunting. I actually hate being right about these things...” Next time Myrna had them running these sorts of errands, they were definitely going to have to ask for specifics besides just a location. Plus, those were really pretty and it was terrible to just lose them like that! 

Oh well... Nels could probably find something else for the collection another day. 

“Druidic in nature, are you? Reckon it doesn’t leave a lot of room for modesty.” Garments could be bought again, too. Plus, it wasn’t like they were attached to much to the cloak anyways. So they unclasped it from the neck piece and draped it back over the side of the wall. Soft, silken, but in hindsight the feather finish on the outside was just a bit too gaudy. 

“You can take it for now. Or keep it, don’t really mind. Likely your belongings are already gone.” It felt reasonable enough. It was kind of their fault anyways, they could bother with losing it to someone who could probably use it more. “This part of town’s got enough opportunities in a block as it is.” 

[worldsokayestdad]

Bruce simply smiled at their agreement, chuckling lightly at the suggestion. " It's not in his repertoire as far as I remember so I think we should be good. " He hummed thoughtfully just to make sure. " He was a medic in a past life so you would be safe regardless. "

He walked ahead, opening the door for the two of them before noticing the slight discomfort on Alex's features and tilted his head at his younger company. " What is it? "

Their stroll paused near the elevator then. Eyes scanning the room for anything else he might have forgotten, turning to his secretary Grace as well for any hint. He catches the slight wobble, barely there, but enough for eyes like his. And his own gaze narrowed before he puts on another face of a light smile. " It'll be a quick bite if you're too busy. "

[monenblogi]

“Nothing. Not important.” 

They could try and put away the thoughts for the time being. Key word try, but there was still a part of Alex that really needed to try and keep aware. There was no way to trust mother wouldn’t find a way to buy eyes into even this part of the world. 

Why? Well, they weren’t too sure about that. 

“I have nothing to be concerned about until at least tomorrow morning.” A pause, no, that definitely wasn’t what was asked but it felt like the correct answer. A bit awkward now, they rubbed idly at an arm while following. “I mean... no, I am not busy at all.” 

Okay, that was a little more correct. 

[squanderedivinity]

@monenblogi || starter calls || @ Manny

"Hold this, would ya? Two minutes."

Crime scenes were no place for five year olds, but it wasn't like he could reasonably leave her in the car when it was so bloody hot out, and she was sound asleep in the middle of it all anyway. Hadn't moved a muscle since they'd gotten there.

"Wouldn't have brought her at all, but she bit another kid for the third time this week and they wouldn't let her stay at school." He'd cooked up some excuse -- she was traumatized from the loss of her mother a few years ago, something like that -- but they hadn't bought it, so here she was. He grunts, doing his best to be gentle as he passes her off to the other man. "Can't get it through her little head that people don't play with their teeth, but. Suppose that's a problem for tomorrow."

He just needed to grab some evidence bags anyway, they could be off to lunch in the next ten minutes if all went well. "She'd sleep through a house fire, promise. Just don't let her run off if she gets squirmy, yeah? Maybe tell her no if she tries to gnaw on you."

[monenblogi]

“Wh--hey what the hell—” Nope. Too late. That was indeed a child just thrusted into his arms like he was some kind of expecting wine aunt or whatever. Jesus Christ, childcare applications must be doing shit numbers this time of the year... 

“... Maybe you gotta start teaching your pup t’ actually play nice.” A bit of a punctuated hiss, though Manny kept his voice low to not bother. Last thing he needed on his hand was a child freshly awoken and being loudly grumpy about it... 

Christ, this was really making him regret passing on archive duty. 

A short groan as he set the girl on his lap. How the hell did he keep getting into these situations? First the dog next door, then the cat, then that thing he had found behind the dumpster... “Fine. Whatever. Hurry the hell up with whatever you gotta do.” 

[brooklynislandgirl]

"An' I t'ought you told me dat...no one in dis hale~" She taps his shoulder, "was interested in playin'....wi' me." No anger, no retaliation in her voice, just a surprisingly soft matter-of-fact given the rest of the context. And maybe she had gone a little harder on him than was reasonable, but it hadn't been intentional. It was the dragged out curse that kind of snapped her back to the present. Dragged her out from what she would have called a kun-mind, letting instinct and ability flow through her. It had been years since anyone considered her something other than a delicate hothouse flower, and even back then? Her brother absolutely pulled his punches. She shrinks back with an apology that is more breath than words and then takes a few steps back. Her heart is pounding, her hair is dishevelled with strands of dark hair escaping her pony-tail. Perhaps as an apology or a show of trust she leaves herself completely unguarded as she pads toward the fridge. "So I take it you don' wan apology beer? How about a "Didn't Mean It green tea, instead? And these things...are any of them interesting?"

[monenblogi]

“--Y’ shoulda put a hole in me like I said then. Lot faster.” The wave of protest to the thought was palpable, but it wasn’t like it was a lie. “Might be grumpy ‘bout the harm but it’s easier than waiting around for him t’ get off his lazy ass and do something for once.” 

Now that time he couldn’t ignore the protest, this time he pressed his forehead to the wall to try and still the sudden awareness of how loud his own hair was feeling. Damn, Manny didn’t think the beast could actually be offended... 

Good to know. 

“Nah just—gimme a moment—” Upset thoughts. Angry thoughts. Bland thoughts. The mundane action of going over a mental grocery list that needed to be grabbed at some point today? Good enough, it’d at least help calm some rather unfortunate reactions he could feel trying to stir their way to the top. He didn’t need to add an ego death and then some. 

“Hell’d you learn to hit like that anyways?”