#bellicose

This is my Absolute Favorite little quip Tav makes when you select them, and I can’t help but laugh every time. I’m almost finished with my first BG3 playthrough with my Tav, Bellicose, and babes let me tell you, I am just. Overcome. So many feels.

“You don’t think it’s a little... bellicose?”

“A little what?”

“Aggressive.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. It’s red.”

“But doesn’t red signal aggression?”

“Uh... I guess it can come across that way.”

“So isn’t this, perforce, an aggressive sort of shell?”

“Per... force?”

“You know, necessarily.”

“Necessarily what?”

“That’s what ‘perforce’ means.”

“That’s what I asked.”

“What?”

“What does ‘perforce’ mean? Is it a damage type?”

“You know what? I am trying a different shell. This one is making me feel aggressive all of a sudden.”

These three are evil, murderous Powerpuff Girls OCs created by MissEmmyJay (formerly known as Brashgirl901) from left to right, their names are: Bedlam, Bellicose, and Bruiser!

Reference image is under the cut!

DRABBLE GAME 🚿

MASTERLIST

(I feel like no one is gonna see this cause its so late but uuuh this is just me writing down a legit fantasy of mine and thats it really…. *ariana grande voice* yea [this is lowkey a bellicose Drabble but its also standalone so you dont have to think of it like that. alright im done rambling enjoy!])

Currently, you were in the bathroom of your luxury hotel undressing so that you could get into the shower and let the warm water massage your aching muscles.

It had been a long day spent exploring the lovely foreign country of Greece, the place you had decided to spend your honeymoon.

You had walked for miles and your feet were killing you, but you were happy—happier than you think you had ever been.

That didn’t change the fact you weren’t desperate for a shower.

Your newly wedded husband sat on the lid of the toilet, watching you with sparkling adoring eyes. He was smiling fondly, you were positive he wasn’t even aware of the grin. He was so content and full of love for you that it showed—he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

It made you self-conscious—stripping in front of him while he ogled at you like that. You fumbled with your shirt, trying multiple times to take it off before groaning and dropping the thin material.

“Stop looking at me like that, Weirdo.”

Your husband, Baekhyun, blinked. Your words seemed to bring him back to his senses. “Like what?”

“Like…that!” You motioned at him helplessly and he laughed teasingly, getting up to his feet and taking the couple steps between you.

“Why? Does it make you nervous?” His fingers played with the hem of your shirt as he set his sights on you yet again, a playful glint in his stare as he tilted his head to the side questioningly.

You gulped and glanced away, searching in vain for a proper excuse, but it was too late. He had caught the blush tinting your cheeks. You were in for it now,

“Is it my fault you’re so gorgeous?” He asked with a slight (fake) pout. He pressed his pelvis forward so that it rested against your hips and you had to fight the urge to moan from the sensation of him. “I can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

“Baekhyun….” You giggled nervously and the sound only pushed him further.

“What is it, Baby?” He murmured, dipping his head down so that his lips brushed against yours lightly. “Do I make you nervous? You’re not showing me anything I haven’t seen already.”

With that, he swiftly pulled the shirt off of you, leaving you in only your underwear. His eyes devoured every inch of your skin, him licking his lips hungrily, as if he couldn’t wait to eat you.

Which, perhaps, he couldn’t.

You resisted the urge to cover yourself. He was right, he had seen you naked multiple times, but that didn’t mean you still weren’t shy about it—especially in the harsh light of the fancy bathroom.

“My wife is so beautiful,” he cooed cutely and you smiled warmly. Your nerves melted away instantly from the compliment and confidence took its place.

“Are you going to join me?” You asked, taking off the rest of your clothes before heading towards the running shower. He moaned at the sight of you, causing you to giggle before slipping into the rushing water of the shower.

He was accompanying you in no time, helping scrub your skin and wash your hair. When the suds covered your bodies, he finally lost his control and captured your lips in his, kissing you slowly, taking his time.

His hands ran along your frame greedily, making sure to not miss an inch of skin, and you gasped in his mouth when he squeezed your ass.

He smacked it lightly before walking you to the wall, holding you close against himself. You started sucking on his collarbones, refreshing the fading bruises you had made previously and his head rolled back, exposing his neck to you.

“Oh, Mrs. Byun,” he sighed, losing himself in the feeling of you. “I love this—fuck, I love you.”

“Good,” you growled, sucking harsher than necessary. He hissed and you glanced up at him, grabbing his chin to drag his face down so that you were looking dead in his eyes. “Because you’re stuck with me for a while.”

“There’s no one else I’d rather be with,” he assured before taking you roughly under the water.