#avernusfuries

[vigilant-cleric]

tell connor to give me his boba :(

"He won't want to. But you don't have to ask him. Just take it."

[spiderwarden]

don't forget step-mom Karlach, taught Minthara's infant son to say 'fuck' as his first word.' *stares at @avernusfuries *

[relentlessgrief]

@avernusfuries sent a prompt:

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

Quite the predicament for Karlach. It's been nothing but bad news after bad news for the poor woman. And in truth, the whole ending of the world doesn't really make things any bit easier.

She deserved better. By a long shot.

"..."

"Well. Then don't. I will do the thinking for you. You've had a lot to deal with in the past twenty-four hours alone. Do you need something to eat? What about something to drink?"

[spitecrow]

ps ps ps hello snek

"No, I am not a snake. My snake is a snake, named Snake. I am a Crow."

And a cat, in personality. But who was keeping track?

[irradixnce]

@avernusfuries from HANCOCK.

Hancock shot upright at the sound of a crash. A commotion was coming from outside the Statehouse-- a slam, a pepper of gunfire, a barked order.

The ghoul was deeply, royally hungover.

He'd indulged last night (or was it this morning?). He'd indulged quite a lot lately, but shit had been going almost well for him with his new bodyguard and girlfriend-- almost. Politics had him on the edge of a pin, between Marowski and Bobbi and Finn.

But there was Karlach, and Karlach was feeling good since Valentine had taken a look at her mechanical parts and worked his robot magic. Hancock had reason to celebrate: they could kiss, his girl was healthier, and politics be damned when he was falling in love--

Another crash.

Hancock bolted to his feet and nearly fell over with the sudden shift in momentum. He swallowed the well of vodka-flavored vomit that threatened to spill, grabbed his shotgun against the wall, and threw open the doors to the balcony. From there he could see what was happening, but somehow Hancock's intuition already told him a bit of what was happening.

"Karlach!!" One withered hand grasped the railing as he prepared to leap off. "Karlach, I'm comin'!"

[kneepressnightmare]

@avernusfuries

“Hmmm.”

The Nameless Man frowns, as seems to be his natural state. He’s made no particular secret of his staring, milky eyes difficult to ascertain the focus of but his examination of the Fury of Avernus unmistakable. This pondering rumble could almost be confused for an unconscious sound, did he not shortly raise that bandaged right arm and direct a thick, raw-purple index finger at Karlach.

“…I see. So, something also struggles for dominion over you.”

A second passes. Two. Three.

“Is it winning?”

[estarion]

Let's take the puns to the neck level.

　　　“—only if, by that, you mean i am allowed to have someone decapitated.” he’ll be all for reopening the floodgates to those atrocious puns in that case. but, is there a sturdy enough axe on hand? seems he’s eying the one strapped to karlach's back... . . .

[rubistella]

@avernusfuries || continued from an ask we lost along the way

"I could’ve handled it, you know?" Whatever that brute was after with the pale elf, he didn’t seem too pleased about Karlach sticking her oar in. "The man’s all but left with a broken nose and a few cracked ribs, but I had the situation well in hand."

Annoyance struck an odd chord within the vampire, but Karlach's sort wasn't the type to sit idle, twiddle her thumbs and wait for disaster to draw near. She was the kind who yanked it out by the root and flipped the page as fast as it turned.

By keeping her around, especially under the pretense of friendship —though friends didn’t normally flirt with such alarming regularity— Astarion truly should have known better.

Pausing his scrolling through either Grindr or OnlyFangs, the vampire cast a sideways glance at the tiefling from his perch on the couch. "All I'm saying is that you didn't have to intervene." Displeasure, discomfort or... was that a distant hint of begrudging admiration in his voice?

As if there was ever a universe where Karlach would just sit on her hands and watch that sort of abuse unfold.