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Can someone take âWitcher 3: Wild huntâ away from me?

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Like this post for a starter. I will get to them and my drafts tomorrow though.
Send ârough touchâ
and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
Your muse throws a punch at mine.
My muse throws a punch at yours.
Your muse suddenly grips my museâs hair.
My muse suddenly grips your museâs hair.
Your muse roughly grabs my museâs arm.
My muse roughly grabs your museâs arm.
Your muse grips my museâs hips.
My muse grips your museâs hips.
Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my museâs neck.
My muse wraps their hands tightly around your museâs neck.
Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.
My muse slams yours against a wall hard.
Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.
My muses pushes your to their knees.
Your muse bites mine.
My muse bites yours.
Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my museâs mouth to silence them.
My muse clutches their hand tightly around your museâs mouth to silence them.
Your muse grabs my museâs wrists.
My muse grabs their museâs wrists.
Your muse attempts to shove away mine.
My muse attempts to push off yours.
Your muse roughly kisses mine.
My muse roughly kisses yours.
Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
My muse pins yours to the ground.
Your muse delivers beatings to mine.
My muse delivers beatings to yours.
Your muse breaks my museâs arm.
My muse breaks your museâs arm.
Mun chooses.
âBut why are you here?â He asks bluntly. âWhy of all people would you wish to speak with me? Does my father not interest you more?â He couldnât find any reason that someone of Divinity would see any reason to speak so freely with him. UnlessâŚÂ âIs this about the time I almost killed Father?â
âAh, itâs pure coincidence that we meet. Letâs just say I am taking a break from royal dutiesâ, he grinned a little. Of course he hadnât announced this break to the other deities, they wouldnât let him, after all. By now though they were probably searching for him. Lugh didnât exactly understand why they made such a fuss about it. It wasnât as if some kind of great danger was approaching their people. He didnât need to be present all the time.
âAh, your father. Yes sure, he interests me, and I have always watched his steps - heâs doing fine without me. I also donât think he wants to see me, thoughâ, again the god of light chuckled. âItâs not about that one time. Really. Relax. Itâs just coincidence. But itâs nice to finally meet you. Connla, that was your name, wasnât it?âÂ
For a few moments, Saber tensed, body holding stiffly as he turned toward the source of the voice. A woman, surely one as deadly as she were beautiful, but that was yet decided. For now, the concern of whether he was in trouble or not.
âAnd what place is this, M'Lady? I am not from here.â An excuse for his poking around, perhaps. One that hopefully would slip by.
âA place I declared as my home. People call it âThe crowâs nestâ sometimes. A place where humans get lost quickly and cease to returnâ, she shrugged and turned around her head, gazing into the deep forest behind her. Morrigan always had been a loner. The other deities usually remained in Tara if they didnât seek solitude, but she...always had decided not to love with the others. That didnât mean, of course, that this place was dangerous, people just assumed it was that way and stayed away. âMind telling me your name, boy?â, she knew whose son he was, but not how to call him.Â

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âLIAR! IT WAS YOU!â All CĂş could do was scream at the Goddess. He could not harm or kill her and he was doomed to have her around forever. âYOU ALWAYS KNEW!â The audacity of the woman to stand in front of him and lie to him. Lancer breathes heavily, trying to calm himself down. Itâs no use fighting her, itâs no use- yet his muscles bulged, nails rapidly growing and he snarled at her. âYou usedâ- You used every trick. You tried everything to get me on my knees and beg you for your help.â
âI already swore that it wasnât me! I swore on everything thatâs dear to me, what else do you need for proof?!â, Morriganâs voice got louder, too. A lot louder. How could she not if he called her a liar! She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, hissed at him. âI admit using some tricks, yes, but you overcame everyone one of it. I wonât deny this, but I never used someone geis to my advantage! The only thing I did was resting on your shoulder once death reached out for you.â
Connla glanced at the man, brows knitting together. Who was this person? Â It wasnât like heâd gotten the chance to know a great many people before his early demise.
âAnd you are?â He asked lightly, head tilting slightly to get a better look. Well, this would be something, now wouldnât it?
Lugh let out a small laugh and went through his hair. He had gotten used to the fact that people didnât need a name when they met him. But he wasnât in Tara, he was among humans, mortals, and only few mortals could ever tell they had met a deity and survived it. Most people didnât even know how he looked like. âLughâ, the god shrugged then and came closer. âIâm your fatherâs father by blood. Guess that makes us family by blood and you quarter divine.â
Morrigan was sitting on the branch of a tree, biting into an apple while watching the young boy. A warrior. Trained. She could see this by his appearance, but also by his soul. Steeled and strong. Someday she and her crows would guide his soul to the place, where the brave Irish warriors usually were lead to. Hopefully he would last longer than most men did. The silver shine around his soul though - it represented the geis he was bound to. Which one was it? The goddess tilted her head a little. Although this young man was the son of the man she had a huge rivalry with, he wasnât his father. So she slowly approached him, taking another bite of the apple. âHelloâ, Morrigan decided to pick up a conversation with him. Why? Because she was interested, maybe? Because she was bored? In fact she couldnât tell herself. âAre you lost? This isnât a place people usually enter, you know?â
âWow, misfortune apparently is heritable. Your father, and now you. I already hear the old crow saying something like âtold you soâ.â And before them, he himself had struggled with either a lot of luck or misfortune. There had nothing been in between. Either a complete success or a complete failure. But...How nonchalant of him. This boy probably didnât even know who was speaking to him, or did he? Just because Lugh knew who the other one was, it didnât mean people recognized him.Â
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You want a starter? - Like this post and maybe tell me the muse you wish for via IM or ask. You want to plot? - Ask and IM are always open. You want to send me an ask based on a meme? - Just do it. You want to chat? Message me.Â
I do not bite and I would love to interact with all of you, specially with the new followers.Â
âWhatâs that, witch? Did you forget about the last time you offered me anything, ha? The dog meat, perhaps? And you want me to trust you not to use poison?â
A sudden blinking. âCĂş. I swear by the many names people have given me, by my blood, by every single one of my crows, by my abilities and powers I am gifted with, I have never ever given you dog meat, or will ever do so. I never poisoned you, and I never will. I donât know who you think had given you the meal that caused the beginning of your end, but it sure hadnât been me.â She was serious. Making someone weaker by using some trick to break their geis was not honorable at all. Sure sometimes she had been using tricks, but she wouldnât have gone this far.Â
Finally. Tumblr for some reason told me:
âWe couldnât load this page, there was a mistake. Try again laterâÂ
All. the. time. The past few days. Letâs see if I can do some replies now that it appears to funtion properly again.Â
Letâs see how long until tumblr or my internet tries to mock me again.Â
How to make a monster: First you must take something innocent, then feed it hate, ridicule and betrayal. All that is left is a soul poisoned by the world.
-via iitisveryoverrated (via bialyanqueen)
Someone stop me from doing more muses. I possibly may have found good faceclaims for Emer and Deichtire, and Aengus. And Caoilte. And I am like âDO ALL THE ICONSâ and âNO MORE MUSESâ at the same time.Â
Why am I so obsessed with celtic mythology *sobs*

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New muse added. A day of work, but I think I have done well. Who wants a starter with Lugh? Thatâs this fellow by the way:
The story of Lugh is a well-known one. He was born to Ethniu, the daughter of Balor, and Cian, the son of Dian Cecht. Balor, being king of the Fomorians during that time, was told that he would be killed by his own grandson. To prevent this he imprisoned his only daughter in the TĂłr MĂłr (great tower), where Cian later on found and seudced her. Ethniu gave birth to triplets and Balor sent a messenger to drown those. But Lugh was rescued by BirĂłg, a maiden fairy, and she took him to his father, Cian.Â
As a young man Lugh travelled to Tara to join the High court of king Nuada. He offered his services as a wright, a smith, a champion, a swordsman, a harpist, a hero, a poet and historian, a sorcerer, and a craftsman and is allowed in eventually. The Tuatha DĂŠ Danann were at that time oppressed by the Fomorians, and Lugh was amazed how meekly they accepted this. Nuada wondered if this young man could lead them to freedom. Lugh was given command over the Tuatha DĂŠ Danann, and they began making preparations for war.Â
Using magic artifacts he lead the Tuatha DĂŠ Danann into the Second Battle of Mag Tuireadh against the Fomorians. Nuada was killed in the battle by Balor. Lugh faced the Fomorian king, who opened his terrible, poisonous eye that killed all it looked upon, but Lugh threw his powerful spear and defeated him. After that he was crowned as king, although he did not want to.Â
Lugh had several wives during his reign. One of them betrayed him with Cermait. So the king went furious and killed both of them, leaving Cermaitâs sons vengeful. Those three forged out a plan to end the kingâs life. Lugh took the chance and played dead then, being freedm from the duties he never wanted after he had suffered a lot of losses. Since then he wanders around, with only his friends knowing of him being alive, Important to mention is that he had a son with Deichtire. The son is later on known as CĂş Chulainn.Â