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throneofsapphics · 7 months

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chaos incarnate

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: Day 25, “Really, poison again? Get more creative.”

Warnings: attempted murder, reader is unhinged

A/N: this is honestly more of a crack fic, I've hurt myself enough

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You took a sip of the wine, wine you know is poisoned. They really are idiots, you can smell Oleander a mile away. You’d know, having micro-dosed on them since you were old enough to understand what ‘poison,’ meant, maybe even earlier. Then again, you were raised by a paranoid herbalist.

“Oleander,” you purred - eyes on the man who’d poured your glass. “Really, poison again? Get more creative.” Everyone went still, every glass thunked back against the table. The entire room flew into chaos.

Fenrys himself whisked you away, chuckling amusedly at the scene behind him. It was the first attempted assassination in several years - at least in Terrasen. Any poison at a table found its way to you. By your own machinations, of course, and this isn’t the first time you’ve done it. There would be hell to pay later, but for now the small bit of chaos pleased Temis, the Goddess who’d watched over you your entire life.

“They’re going to be pissed,” he commented, a wry smile on his face. Sometimes he seemed to be the only one who understood. Exactly why you were that way. Others might think it’s a ‘noble,’ thing to do, but really you just liked the chaos it caused, and the bit of danger - the thrill of living on the edge.

Of course, you didn’t have a ‘death sentence,’ you’d been raised like this - and knew your body could handle most poisons. Even if you still threw up for a few hours later.

Pissed was an understatement, Rowan thought Aelin might actually start throwing things around the room. This hadn’t happened in years, at least in their court. Any time you visited other courts, you’d pulled the same trick. Switching drinks and plates with your magic, something he couldn’t figure out how to stop you from doing, not without a lack of trying. Of course, you didn’t actually drink or eat the poison each time - it depended on ‘how deadly it is’ according to you.

He shoved a small antidote at you. Refusing your arguments on how it ‘reduces the tolerance,’ and threatening to shove it down your damn throat. You took it with a scowl, and he watched to make sure you swallowed every last drop.

“When will you stop doing that?” He hissed at you. The fact that you didn’t look apologetic at all pissed him off even more.

“When people stop trying to kill you,” you shrugged, your voice honeyed with false innocence. Never, then.

“I don’t know if I want to kiss you or throttle you.” Aelin muttered.

Rowan shot Aelin a look that said, ”don’t encourage her.”

“Sorry,” you answered, tracing a finger around her mouth. “Poison.”

“Throttling it is,” Aelin mused - Rowan saw the mischievous gleam in her eyes, and so did you because you sprinted out of the room with Aelin chasing after you. He heard your combined laughter coming from the hall, and to his chagrin it soothed some of the anger inside him.

#rowaelin x y/n #rowaelin x reader #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fic #aelin galathynius x y/n #aelin galathynius x reader #rowan whitethorn x y/n #rowan whitethorn x reader #something-tober 2023

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indigosunsetao3 · 3 months

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A Bouquet of Oleander

Submission for for @glitterypirateduck‘s ‘Amor a Alejandro Challenge’ challenge.

Title: A Bouquet of Oleander

Pairing: Alejandro X Reader

Warning: Canon typical violence. Fluff? Protective Alejandro (that is a warning in itself he doesn't play).

Summary: Alejandro has been away without word for two weeks when suddenly a threat appears at home. (This is my first Alejandro story, trying to mix up my usual writing.)

Prompts: "Why haven't you been answering your phone?" & "Do you trust me?"

Word Count: 2k

Two weeks. Ale had been gone for two weeks this time and you were growing restless. He promised that he wouldn’t be out of contact for long, that he’d check in because he knew how the silence affected you. But there hadn’t been a word from him or Rudy for that matter. Rudy always managed to step in when Alejandro was tied up to let you know he was safe and alive but even that small sliver of communication had remained quiet. Being up in the mountains also did not help with the sense of isolation and seemed to only press on your mind just how alone you were.

Alejandro had wanted a place that was out of the way. Far enough away from the violence and chaos that was the city he grew up in to keep you safe. Yet still close enough for him to keep an eye on and be available to help reign in when things grew out of hand. So that was how you found yourself in the modest home that was built on top of a small hill that overlooked the ocean on one side and the city far below on the other. The closest neighbor was a ten-minute walk and while she would bring by fresh eggs from their coup in exchange for some herbs you grew, or just come to talk over coffee every few days, you were completely alone in the house.

Another sigh you lean back on your heels and wipe the back of your hand across your forehead smearing dirt in a messy line. You had decided to start yet another garden, this time tiered down a small slope that faced the water, to grow some more flowers. Gardening had become a bit of an obsession for you, tending to the seedlings or small snips of shrubs until they were stable enough to put in the ground. The dining room had turned into a small nursey and some of the plants were more than past due to be planted.

Ale had told you to wait, that he’d dig it out and arrange everything for the latest design you had sketched out when he got back. But he wasn’t home and the plants were ready so that meant digging the trenches and lugging the stones yourself. The neighbor had offered to send her nephew to help but you had waved her off saying you could use the exercise. In truth you knew you’d be too picky for the boy and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings when you went behind him to fix everything he did. So, with a sigh, you head to the garage to pick through the paving stones for the retaining wall.

Just as you were about to start tossing the stones into the wheelbarrow you hear the telltale sound of a motor approaching. A hint of apprehension slides down your spine as you peer toward the road, the vehicle not visible yet between the trees. Alejandro had warned you about what to do if someone unfamiliar showed up, about the danger of strangers in Las Almas. How you were to never let on you knew who he was, or even interact at all if you could avoid it. So, dropping the stone back down with a thud you rush over to hit the button to shut the garage door to avoid even being seen. There were no other houses this way so there was no reason for anyone to come this way unless the destination was your house.

The door shut in time as you stood in the garage and listened. The car was turning up the gravel driveway and barely slowing down and you edge back to the corner in the dark praying it was someone just lost. Or a door-to-door salesman that was really trying to fill their quota for the month. The door on the vehicle slams shut causing you to jump before you hear a set of footsteps approaching the front door in quick succession before jogging up the wooden steps. They pound on the front door once, twice, before a voice calls out, specifically for you. You recognize that voice.

Scrambling for the garage door button again, stumbling a bit in the dark, you hit it and wince at the mechanical whine of the metal door rising. The sun floods back into the garage and you dart out to stand in the driveway as Alejandro jogs down the steps himself to meet you halfway. The bags under his eyes tells you he is exhausted but the only thing you can read on his face now is alarm and panic.

“Ale?” You asked stunned as you take him in. His clothes are filthy, covered in dirt and grime and a worrying patch of dark red that looks like dried blood near his shoulder. “What are you doing here? What happened?” You had gone two weeks without word and now he was suddenly here standing before you looking as if he were dead on his feet.

“Why haven’t you been answering your phone?” He asks as he crosses the few feet between you to pull you into a tight embrace. He doesn’t seem to care that you are a sweaty dirty mess, just as you don’t mind that it seems like he hadn’t showered in days. Just to feel him again after all these days worrying, wondering and frankly terrified alone with your thoughts, was blissful.

“What do you mean? I’ve had the phone on me this whole time. I hadn’t heard from you in so long,” you stammer as he pulls back to cup your face in his hands. He’s staring at you as if you were the very air he breathed, relief sliding over his face. “Ale what is going on?”

“I’ve been calling for the past three days corazón,” Alejandro answers after a moment, his eyes still roving over your face as if trying to convince himself that you were really there and everything was really fine. “Rodolfo tried as well with no answer. I thought something had happened,” he leans in and kisses your forehead, apparently not caring about the dirt smeared there and the sweat. “You can’t not answer my calls. I thought you were just mad at first because it had been so long…but then you still didn’t answer when Rudy,” he cuts off and tugs you tighter against him.

“No that can’t be right,” you manage as you cling to him, your mind racing. You had kept the wireless house phone on you wherever you went. Cell service was non-existent this far up in the mountains so a landline was the only option. It could be spotty sometimes, especially in the rainy season, but you had just talked to your mother a few days ago and it had been fine. You didn’t have many people that you called or called you so the phone not ringing in days wasn’t unusual. “I haven’t had a call from you,” you breathe out. “I thought something had happened to you, to Rudy,” you lean back and stare up at him as he turns a bit in your embrace to track the wires that ran from the house to the pole at the end of the drive to the road.

“Go inside,” Ale states after a moment and you can feel his body had become tense under your touch. You know that voice, that tone and shift in his body. He senses something is wrong, some unperceived threat is lurking and despite the muggy heat a chill washes over you.

“Ale what is going on?” You ask a bit quietly as he gently extracts your arms from him and he reaches for his pistol at his side.

“I will be right in. Just go inside,” Alejandro says as he moves to walk to the end of the drive. His eyes are still tracking the wires that run from the utility pole and his gun is resting gently by his leg in his hand as he walks.

Not needing to be told again you walk inside but continue to watch him as he gets to the end of the drive and peers up the pole, then looks down the street. He isn’t out there for long before he jogs back up the drive and bounds into the house, slipping his pistol back in the holster though the safety was still flipped off.

“Someone’s cut the line,” he says quietly as he goes to the phone and picks it up to find a dead signal. “Has anyone been here?”

“What? No. I mean the neighbor and her nephew,” you answer a bit rapidly trying to go over everything that had happened in the past two weeks. There isn’t much to be honest.

“Nephew?” Alejandro presses. “Who?” His eyes are looking back out at the street again as if waiting for an enemy to pop out from behind your butterfly garden and attack.

“I don’t remember his name, he offered to help me with the garden,” you start and nearly flinch at the look Alejandro cuts at you. He had warned you about strangers and this nephew was a stranger, even if he was related to the nice elderly lady down the road. “I told him no. I didn’t need it,” you respond quickly, “he never came inside. Just walked his aunt up for us to have some coffee together.”

The realization hits you as you babble on about what seemed like an innocent exchange. He had come all this way to visit his aunt, just to walk her up the road and turn tail and leave. It seemed innocuous then but now you wonder if he had been casing out the area. Had been up to something and maybe even planned something sinister when he realized you were all alone up there. Or he was after Alejandro for that matter since you had mentioned your fiancé Ale was away on a business trip and the young man seemed interested in what he did for a living. The lie was architecture, since Alejandro had designed and built the house you both lived in, but the guy just smirked and nodded as if he knew something else. Again, in the moment it seemed like nothing but looking back now it seemed obvious.

“We need to leave,” Alejandro states as he looks back out the window again.

You don’t move. You just stare at him frozen in place. Something like this had never happened before, for all the complaining you did about being so alone you had never felt unsafe in your house. Unless you counted the saucer sized spiders that snuck in from time to time.

“Do you trust me?” Alejandro asks as he gently take your hand to which you nod fervently. “Then please go pack,” he continues as his other hand comes up to push away some loose hair from your face. “I’ll take you to a beach somewhere. Our own private little bungalow where you won’t even need a bathing suit to go swim,” he prods trying to get a smile on your face.

“But what about our home?” You ask, glancing to the dining room where all the pants are still sprawled out. “We can leave for a few days but they know where we are now,” fear coils in your stomach and panic that you would have to leave this house. One that Alejandro had help construct and had torn apart from top to bottom to fit your every whim and desire when he moved you in with him.

“I’ll need to find this nephew,” Alejandro answers simply, “and have a conversation with him.” At the look on your face he grins, “just a conversation, amor.”

You know from stories in the past that a conversation with Alejandro when his family was threatened usually ended up in bloodshed. Rudy had been witness to plenty and had even pulled Ale back when someone attempted to make a veiled threat against his sister and nieces. By the way Alejandro was staring out the window like a dog on the hunt you knew that this ‘nephew’ would be lucky to leave any sort of confrontation from Alejandro intact. And despite yourself you find yourself grinning at the thought of how fierce he was to keep you and those he loved safe.

#Amor a Alejandro #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #alejandro x reader #call of duty #call of duty fanfic #my fic #cod mw2 #mw2

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rottenraccoons · 9 months

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Zombie outbreak AU, all the LI’s are survivors throughout the chaos. Which type of survivor would the LI’s be?

Francesco A lost puppy who will cling onto any community that'll invite him along. He's terrified, but he'll also boost morale when surrounded by genuinely caring people.

Keir Leader of a survivor community, trying to establish a home for the people close to him. Hostile to outsiders.

Oleander A wandering merchant, basically. He arranges business and trade between communities and hires protection when needed.

Cirrus He'll find a way to scrape together followers to create a community of his own. With enough dedication, he might even find a way to sponsor the rebuilding of some homes and secure safe water and food.

#obscura vn #rotten raccoons #asks #cirrus #keir #francesco #oleander

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magic-bot · 2 months

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Url Song Game

M - Made In Russia - Slaughter To Prevail

A - Always - The Butterfly Effect

G - Gallowdance - Lebanon Hanover

I - Into The Darkness - Kittie

C - Crawling King Chaos - Cradle Of Filth

B - Blue - Sadness

O - Oleander - Mother Mother

T - Tears - Boy Harsher

Thanks for tagging me @guemarasims ❤️

I tag @destruam @ann-mannequeen @b0jyltii @blahberry-pancake and everyone who wants ~

#tag

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bones-edition · 1 year

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I drew that podcast guy. Yeah, the gay one with the eyes. Which one you ask? Oh, yeah, all of them.

It's wonderful what you can do when you're procrastinating school work

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #malevolent #malevolent podcast #arthur lester #welcome to night vale #wtnv #cecil palmer #hello from the hallowoods #hfth #nikignik hfth #john doe malevolent #my art #oleanders chaos

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sillysarahsthings · 8 days

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Damn I forgot to post this.

The middle children! + The youngest. 😃

So I did have the idea of giving LJ 11 (he has technically 10 but two of them are conjoined.) kids since that's how many I designed, and I didn't want to leave them rot in my brain.

So lemme give a brief introduction to these goobers.

Pierre (the third born) he's a gardener and constantly looking after his younger siblings.

Ciaran (the last born) he's just a silly goober who always keeps his eyes closed for demonic reasons.

Oleander or Olly (the sixth born) he's tired, and a smoker.

Penny and Kenny (the seventh and eighth born) Penny is an agent of chaos and likes to use Kenny for dangerous stunts.

Ramona (the ninth born) she's a mime so she doesn't talk, anything she mimes becomes a reality so she's good when it comes to killing.

#artists on tumblr #i still don't know how to tag #creepypasta #laughing jack #clown posting #i love clowns #clown husbandry #creepypasta oc #rainbow laughing jack #creepypasta fankid #fankid

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sapphic-book-tournament · 7 months

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Updated bracket! Happy voting everyone!

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danwhobrowses · 5 months

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Well fellow Callowmoores, it's almost 2024 and that will potentially be the year we see endgame of Campaign 3 - given how we've returned to the Bloody Bridge and likely intend to throw down on Ruidus and fight Predathos (somehow). Nevertheless, we're about halfway through our three week wait for another episode and since we're on the verge of intense and emotionally-charged battles ahead there'll probably be little time for romantic activity - little does not mean none, mind you - during it. Last time we had a wait like this I did a post on some underrated Callowmoore moments from the Shard Incident episodes, but since others have already wonderfully dissected the recent Feywild episodes' romantic moments I'm afraid I don't have much else to add to that. I do, however, have a bunch of mental scenarios that didn't come to be, or have yet to come to be in different contexts to how I previously thought them up. So I thought; it's the new year, why not indulge the artists and fanfic writers who can do a better job than I can with it?

So if you like some of these things, treat it as a free prompt; draw, write, flourish however you see fit, and have a Happy New Year!

If you kept reading after that awesome, I was a little worried the main thing would be a tldr situation, and still could be I didn't expect the bullets to be as long...they were actually even longer at first so not sorry but also sorry? I guess. But anyway, we know what you're here for so let's go.

Note: The scenarios were devised to keep me from suffering crippling doubt and mental shutdown between episodes so mostly they'll be fluffy and comfort-oriented than angsty.

As mentioned before, Fearne pickpocketing the Ashton doll Laudna made to practice talking to Ashton, building up to it or luring Ashton over. Ashton's awareness of the pickpocketing can grow too or they could simply allow it from the get-go "I let her take whatever she wants."

Dancing, low-hanging fruit maybe but always good for chaos, awkwardness, wingman activity, and high energy, but I'm talking folk dancing like in Titanic not ballroom dancing, that's not their or the Feywild's style

"I'll be the judge of that." specifically for when Ashton feels they're unlovable or doesn't deserve to be loved. There's also "Then I guess I'm crazy." and "You've always deserved it."

Pickpocketing one another has been their game, but I can't deny that the thought of Ashton making something for Fearne was highly appealing too, I had them make a bracelet from melted down jewelry and gems they had on them (plus a compartment with an Oleander seed and some water from the Feywild in it), imperfectly made but sturdy and still pretty. Bonus for Ashton reverse pickpocketing it onto her.

"You've always been perfect to me" is another one I mentioned before, I usually have Ashton say it (and sometimes post-Fearne taking the shard reiterate that Fearne keeps becoming more perfect in their eyes) but it can go either way.

Sleeping beside each other's a common one. Not even sexually, often it's for comfort, soothing pain/nightmares or reassuring each other, and - if Fearne hasn't disappeared beforehand leaving Ashton waking up feeling a comforting presence missing - usually not wanting to get out of bed the following morning.

Similar to the above is short rests in close quarters, a specific one is Ashton using their primordial earth powers to pull up a discrete wall for the group to hide behind and rest a little, melding into the actual wall to offer a polymorphed Fearne (a small fire lizard usually, sticking on Orym and Ashton's heads) more space so she can rest too, albeit very snugly and pressed against them - easy opening for kisses under the jawline btw.

Metaphorical but Ashton's reassurance of "You could never hurt me" regarding Fearne's primordial fire was used a bit, plus it aligns with the recent "I'll take my fire damage now" when they hugged Fearne.

Fearne being open to Ashton about her fears of being the dark version of herself, bonus quote "I don't know that person, she's not you, never will be, you're better."

Fearne pulling the Uno Reverse "The shard hurt, but knowing you were there made it hurt much less." and/or "Thank you for saving me."

Also similar to the one above are conversations post-Fearne taking the shard exploring newfound empathy for each other's (albeit more extreme) positions at Whitestone; Fearne experiencing the intensity of the shard's fire, and Ashton experiencing the dread of seeing Fearne in pain from it and being afraid to lose her.

"Whatever happens, promise you'll come back to me" is a pertinent one for the current setting too.

What is that? 1, 2...12! One for each month, there's of course more, some are simple low-hanging fruit or more detailed (no seriously I trimmed a lot of these bullet points down in detail) but for the sake of length we'll stop here. Once again, Happy New Year my fellow Critters and Callowmoores!

#critical role #cr campaign 3 #bells hells #fearne calloway #ashton greymoore #callowmoore #fearne x ashton #ashton x fearne #rockwild #taliesin jaffe #ashley johnson #trust me I have more but they are more specifically detailed or could go down very closely to how I imagine #we're talking true love's nat 20 stuff here and lava explosions etc.#I will cling to that 1% potential of mental scenarios happening every day of the week #and boy if it happens I will not be quiet about it #but if you're in the market for more detail for inspiration I could be persuaded #would've loved to see Ashton offer the Hishari Armor to Mori (to pay for failing the Communication trial) or have Fearne help destroy it #and we were quite close to them pulling a 'we'll protect ~your~ daughter' comment with Olly #whatever your ship is though we are all together in the prayer circle to keep Bells Hells safe #tag reader's bonus: I headcanon that post-awakening both Fearne and Ashton's bodies glow a little when they're flirting or feeling flushed

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ezrasipad · 8 months

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Vent Writing, Lawrence Oleander

“What are you?”

They say the eyes are the window to the soul, revealing the depths of one's being within a single glance and yet, in Lawrence’s eyes there was nothing to be seen, there was no trace of a mortal soul remaining. Instead, he only physically resembled a human and even that was a faulty mask, a body devoid of purpose and burdened by the weight of existence. A bittersweet smile broke out on his face, not an expression of genuine joy, but rather a manifestation of his inability to fathom his mother's piercing question: "What are you?" Did she perceive him as a threat, a monster in disguise to be feared? Was this cruel question an attempt to purposely upset him or perhaps she really thought of him a stranger in her own home? She wasn’t exactly wrong to ask that, what was he? Not even he had the answers to that. They had pushed him to the shadows, treating him like a shameful secret that must be concealed from the world. Instead of seeking to understand him, they chose to ignore his very existence, sweeping him under the rug of their collective consciousness which probably only made him develop into the odd, poor, and pathetic excuse of a human he is today. It was only when his emotions erupted suddenly when he could no longer bottle it up anymore, unleashing uncontrollable meltdowns that not even he could decipher, that his family was forced to acknowledge his presence. His laughter haunted the rooms, endless laughter dripping from his lips, he has finally gone mad, his mother could see in that very moment how lost Lawrence became in his own head. In those moments of vulnerability and chaos, a glimpse of his inner workings became undeniable. Yet, even then, it was only more reason for his family to mistreat him. Lawrence longed for acceptance, for someone to see beyond the facade he had constructed to shield himself from a world that couldn't comprehend his complexities. He yearned for his family to embrace him, faults and all, to be able to have someone to see him and not think to him as a monster. But until that day arrived, he would continue to wander through life, a solitary figure caught between the realms of existence and nothingness, he is after-all just a pathetic boy.

(This is a vent post btw sorry for the ramble been going through some stuff with my parents and my mood swings have been absolutely terrible lately :,D)

#lawrence oleander #boyfriend to death #btd lawrence #btd2 #btdgame #gatobob #lawrenceoleander #writing #amateur writer #first time writing #ummm…may delete #I’m starting to see myself in Lawrence #please be nice to me #I don’t write often

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iwoszareba · 10 months

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so that diamond ‘thoughts abt your character’ thing. I enjoy writing the clown man so every KC I feel I have decent enough grasp on gets a hot take.

we are going with Knave as a companion bc that's the easiest option

I'm so sorry if you did not want to hear from him, some of his opinions are real garbage @dujour13 @commander-lariel @turbulentpumpkin43 @silversiren1101 @lairiend @angrygoatwoman @dmagedgoods @offsidekineticist @vulpineix @desnas @cassynite @spyridonya @undyingembers

Siavash

He is disgustingly sweet. And you think to yourself 'I can be a responsible adult and cut my sugar intake' but then you see that cookie box on the table and what are you supposed to do? Not take one? Or two? Or a dozen? I hate him. He is fun.

Lariel

She just radiates fear seemingly unprompted? Someone should get that fixed. For the sake of the crusade or something. Don't look at me, I don't know how nor am I inclined to. If the decision was up to me I would release the storm inside her to see what happens.

Zrise

He is so sour! And angry! Trying to get respect by being the meanest dog in the neighbourhood. But his bite matches his bark so it's all fine. And hey, I'm an honest fellow of honest pleasures so he can bite me any time he wants.

Ariadne

She is a hoot! Not many things in this world more exciting than a good explosion. And she provides those in spades. Surprisingly she also seems to like me? The other shoe will drop eventually I'm sure but for now I can just enjoy what we have.

Mino

I know she has chaos at her core, you can see it leak sometimes and it's glorious. But instead of indulging in it, it's like she's made an oath to try to be boring at all costs. Do you think it's Regill's influence? Can boring rub off on another person? What a terrifying thought.

Agria

This lady is on fire! Metaphorically I mean, I think she may end up burning herself, also metaphorically. But I have to admit I do enjoy watching the flames go higher (metaphorically and literally) so I'm here for it. Look at her go!

Oleander

Don't tell him this, I don't want him to start thinking I'm a possible convert but if I reeeeeeeally had to choose a god to worship it would be Lamashtu. I like to think we monster types have an understanding. Even when he is being all nice like a freak.

Salvadore

I feel like I'm supposed to hate him and I kinda do. Angel man with a stick up his ass. But then he does something unexpected and it's like: woah! Where did that come from? I'm begging you to show me more. I'm at the edge of my seat.

Theoven

Such a funny little guy! Like a cart on the path to a disaster no matter which track he picks. Honestly that's plenty enjoyable. And he has so much emotion in him, he should let loose more often! I can hardly believe he is related to Regill of all people.

Luthais

What a wet blanket of a person. Could you give us a single emotion? No? Okaaaaay I can drag something out of you but I don't think you will like it! Seriously, he is a piece of work. I get that he is doomed by the narrative but he could at least try to be funny about it.

Taro

Have you ever met someone who looks at a wild beast and thinks they can turn it into a friendly critter? I think that's how they look at me and it's extremely funny. But I can play along for a little while, why not. Watch me be the freakiest little azata.

Sparrow

She is like a box locked in a box locked in a box locked… You get the idea. I don't know what's at her core and at this point I'm not sure it's worth the effort. I'm still gonna try to get her riled up whenever possible. What else is there to do?

Kadira

It's comforting to see someone who got fucked up by Areelu just as bad. I think she should get angrier about it but hey. Good for her for having a semblance of emotional stability. Or maybe it's just an act? It would be fun to see her spiral. I mean that affectionately.

Lenarius/Leonosa

Not only is he all prim and proper but he also does not get annoyed easily. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with her! I guess I have to try harder? Really backing me into a corner here. Sigh. Maybe I should just kick back and take it easy.

#pwotr pals #if someone wants to do this for either of my boys feel free to and encouraged but i do not wish to impose #already feeling like a freak tagging everyone #and tumblr didn't let me to tag spyri and embers for some reason pensive emoji #oc: knave #his bias for chaotics is really showing lmao #writing tag

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thewalkingfishttrpg · 1 month

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HEY THERE FISHSTICKS!

Today I will talk about "In the Blood" our survival mountain climbing campaign! So take a seat, grab your eyes, and dive in!!!!

In the Blood is a survival campaign where the characters face certain death from practically everything on the great "Bauhaus Mountain" every session. The Mountain is filled with folk tales of ancient gods granting wishes, animal deities awaiting resurrection, and horrors unknown to the rest of the world. So let's talk about the characters and why they're climbing the mountain!

Characters! (All level 6 currently)

Soleil Wylde, She/they, Fire Genasi, Druid. Climbing the mountain with Shelby because of a job they picked up for "Untold Riches".

Played by @witchxrydnd !

Shelby Arcturus, They/he, Winter Eladrin, Astral Self Monk. Climbing the mountain with Soleil because of a job they picked up for "Untold Riches".

Played by @theccrowsnest !

Oleander Malachi Fink, He/They, Aereni (Wood Elf), Rogue. To see "Her".

Played by @leanne729 !

Leiþ ‘Coyote Eye’ Ræsbora, He/They (Goliaths kinda just point in the direction of the person and grunt), Goliath Palabard. The guide; Leith climbs the mountain for a job and to bring "Velja’s" praise to the mountain through hunting chaotic beings.

Played by Roan!

Eldrion Veren, He/him, Owlin(Barn owl), Sorcerer/Dragon Mage. See if a dragon lives on the mountain, make new friends as well, and power.

Played by Soully!

Beatlanna "Beetle" Sylhice, they/them (or fey/fem), half-elf, Cleric Order of the Light (professor at the Verne Academy), seeking answers from a dead colleague's letter (also lost someone important to them immediately before meeting the group)

Played by BluJ-1!

Lacuna, any pronouns (commonly She/her), Aberrance, Primitive Warrior. Seeking answers about what the forest creatures whisper about. Is a part of "Chaos".

Played by @mothmangled !

Hodunn, He/They/Any, Silver Dragonborn Druid. Climbing the mountain to seek out the "Mother of All Creatures" and restore peace to the monsters of Vundabar.

Played by @readysetgargoyle

Previously with the party also was

Harper, He/they, Simic Hybrid, Fighter. wants to reach the mountain's peak to wish for the return of his fallen crew.

Played by @readysetgargoyle whose character sadly died session 7 saving Leith from a collapsing cave filled with lava.

Now you know the characters let's talk about the..

Setting!

The year is 1007(link to its calendar) on Vundabar(link to its world history) while the rest of the world is advancing in technology, magic, etc, Bauhaus remains a mystery to most and a danger to all who dare climb it. A desolate wasteland of ice and snow filled with monsters, lost gods, and spirits. No one escapes the mountain.

Everyone in the party has their reason for climbing and hope to make it to the top but will they survive the endless trials that await above? The ice is so cold it curses those who dare challenge it, the creatures who have lived on the mountain have evolved to be terrifyingly powerful, the land shifts and cracks every day making a trail impossible to track. Thankfully you can hire a bard guide to help with travel (if they survive). There are also people on the mountain who have formed small villages, they usually accept trade as a form of currency or "Dabloons" (gold) which can only be mined in Bauhaus. These villages are small and mostly made up of people who tried climbing. Most often they will collectively worship some god or deity out of fear or hope. This is our next topic...

Gods/Deities!

Vundabar is no stranger to enormous godlike beings of pure energy or animal deities that whisper to the trees but some are special and have made their mark on the mountain! Let's talk about some...

"Her".

Known simply as "Her", she is the creator of the universe, often represented as a crescent moon.

She arrived ten thousand years ago and sat on the top of Bauhaus with nothing but wrath. She had an army that laid waste to any and all who defied her, but thankfully "The Miracle" managed to stop her and save the world. Though it's said she still remains at the top of the mountain trapped till this day because of a certain "heretic". Some people on the mountain have told stories of those who manage to make it to the top and see her, with their deepest desires getting granted. These stories have found their way out of Bauhaus to Vundabar with dozens traveling up every day in the hopes that all their dreams come true. This has torn the mountain in two with some believing that worship to her is key to survival while others fear her and claim that worship to such a god is chaos. The ones who do are blessed with cosmic power and an affinity to space. They call themselves "Star Callers" (link to homebrew class not my own but I recommend checking out). It is important to note that one can be born a star caller though sadly they are often exiled due to Her's reputation.

The Heretic.

Also known as the "Mother of All Creatures" she is an ancient deity of Vundabar depicted as a bird with thousands of feathers each one belonging to a different creature. She is said to have made every species in the universe with sticks and her own blood. Worshipped by druids and the source of their magic she brought peace to all until her death.

Ten thousand years ago when Her arrived declaring war on Vundabar the Mother climbed the mountain for reasons unknown and died to her hand which caused "The Great Crack". A cosmic event that split the sky in four, and tore the continent in half, and every day since no one except for the giants has been allowed to leave the mountain. Most blamed the mother for this claiming she cursed it, her name and history tainted, forever known as The Heretic. But some know better. Some believe she is not the reason for the mountains curse and that instead another third party is responsible but no one has been able to figure it out. Alas, the creatures of the mountain sing for her return in the hopes of salvation for all creatures trapped on Bauhaus.

"Mother, mother.

Are you here?

Mother, mother.

Are you near?

Mother, mother.

Where have you gone?

Mother, mother.

Save us all." - A nursery rhyme told by all creatures on the mountain.

Chaos, The beast of the mountain.

An example of the creatures you'll find on Bauhaus but this one in particular is "special". Chaos. A symbol of "The Dark" a malevolent entity that thrives on evil. It created 6 symbols also called "Aberrances", each possessing supernatural abilities like no other. Each is a nightmare on their own, a warning to those who venture too deep into the unknown. Chaos has lived on the mountain for thousands of years, living deep in the forests it survived by consuming anyone who dared defy its home. Seen as a guardian to the animals and trees be wary of stepping foot in its woods for the roar of the beast is said to uncover your deepest nightmares leaving one a shell of their former self. The few that escape are gripped by hysteria, drowned in terror, they’re said to have gone mad in the depths of their own mind. It’s worth considering that the ramblings of a “lunatic” might be more real than most want to admit. Despite all this Lacuna who is the beasts "better half" has traveled with the party for the last couple of days though if emotions were to arise it may be the parties last.

"The elk grieves in its grove.

Spilling black blood.

The trees are all it's ever known.

A beast.

The Dark awaits to take it home.

It continues to spill.

The snow is all it's ever known." - a poem by a stranger submitted to the Vundabar Chronicles.

Velja.

In the book of the L1ght its said that before there was anything, there was nothing, and after that, everything was born. From everything came chaos and from chaos came order. When order could no longer hold, it swallowed chaos whole.

Born from a shard of glass, Velja the god of choice was made. It exists on Vundabar as an immobile hybrid between a carcass and a stone bust, only communicating through thoughts. The existence of this god is to seal the choice path that remains unchosen. Giants will often worship this being through the act of hunt, they see the mountain as unbridled chaos that must be tamed. In the hopes that one day the curse will lift.

The Great Gig.

The first giant on Vundabar who built the mountain as a gift, mysteriously disappeared when Her arrived. Some say she killed him, others say he ran, some claim he resides deep inside the mountain awaiting the day he can return. It's believed this is the reason why giants are allowed to leave the mountain, his final gift to his kin. It is also said that the dwarves living inside are the maggots of his body, with an affinity for digging they have been mining out gold and minerals for hundreds of years. They believe that one day they will free the great gig (in about a million years). Wherever the giant may be one fact remains true, his work will carry on as a tribute to strength and innovation.

So yeah this is In the Blood, if you enjoyed reading all this do watch us live on twitch.tv/pixiesdirt and if you have any questions feel free to ask but for now have a great day!!!! My next post will be about the Black Sabbath campaign and if you thought this was long oh boy.

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I crash into your inbox and fall onto my hands in knees. That last part you mentioned in the Divine AU about Phantom possessing Woodrow. Can you elaborate bc I am very weak for that concept--

MMMM yes, ok!

So... there was some discussion at some point last year about Phantom maybe being able to possess Woodrow (or any other lovers), if they were ok with it of course. He is a ghost after all. It's something I've always wanted to explore more deeply, but it's never really fit in with what I was trying to accomplish in fics to this point, but this seems like the perfect time where it would make sense.

Most gods wouldn't want to appear to mortals very often, unless they were in disguise. Phantom especially. He doesn't think just any common mortal out there deserves to see him in his full glory. So he needs a prophet, someone whose form he can share. While possessing Woodrow, he can do theatre and poetry and oration in the mortal world (because he has gotten bored with his fellow gods, and after finding out the way they've been running Woodrow's life in particular, increasingly angry with them as well).

They would essentially both be in the same body, with one of them in control at a given time, but as mentioned before, the combo of Woodrow's particular unlucky essence and Phantom's divine glory would lead to some unexpected results, some extra-powerful chaos, also leading them to lose their minds at times. For this I'm inspired by legends of the Oracle at Delphi, which by some accounts were possessed by divine forces and went into a frenzy or trance to deliver their prophecies, speaking in nonsense that had to be interpreted by other priests. (Modern scientific explanations for this include natural gaseous fumes that were present in the chamber, to chewing on or inhaling the smoke of the oleander plant.)

The combo of the two of them in there, Phantom in a body he adores, and Woodrow being possessed by one he adores, would also lead them to frenzies of religious ecstasy on its own, just by the sheer force of that much densely concentrated love in one body!

And of course I'd love for anyone to add onto this. I'm not sure if I want to do any serious writing for this AU yet. The ideas are still forming :D

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