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Catching the glint off the arrowhead in the moonlight and gauging the general direction it was aimed, the half-drow jumped from her perch, landing in a roll near Rein, as her daggers deflected a few gnarled looking arrows aimed at the barbarian's vitals before they could hit. A single cackled laugh turned into a chorus, one that sound like it was slowly surrounding the camp. "Gnolls? how didn't I smell-" Her question cut short as the skeletal form of a gnoll, a Witherling, sauntered into view, followed immediately by several gnoll hunters running in their direction. "Well, you weren't far off about ghosts!"

Rein was pretty happy to just spend time with her. Taking. Moving. He didn't really sleep much, so her company out a d a out was refreshing. He didn't have to spend the night alone.

It wasn't until her reaction where she blocked the death blow that he knew something was even up, "Nice save!" He flipped to the ground and landed on his feet, cracking his knuckles. He pulled the halberd from his back and moved it in front of himself in a defensive manner, "What brought them here!" He shouted, hopping to the side to avoid another arrow. Fucking Gnolls. He looked in the direction, but he didn't have very good dark vision. He had a little, but he wasn't exactly the person the call when there was a battle at night. Still. He stood with an wide stance. Waiting. Watching.

When the creatures came into view, he pulled a face, clearly disgusted, "That's... Not a ghost. More like a zombie. What the fuck are those?!" It was clear he wasn't well versed in the subject of the undead, "They look like Gnolls... If their fucking skin melted off. Like ugly werewolves."

Was he... Roasting these creatures?

"Yuck! Anyway we can fight these uggos while making sure I don't have to smell them?"

Yeah. He was roasting them.

As one of them howled, he winced at the sound, "Do we... Have a plan of attack or are we just winging it?" Rein was more close combat. His eyes began to glow red, waiting for an order before raging. Wanting to apply it before he lost his cognitive abilities.

Thank you!!! I am having a blast with MHA stuff so I’m so happy to hear you’re  enjoying it too! :) 

Oh hey it’s time for some cheesiness with Caspian and Raelynn ♥♥♥ I love these two so much and how much they love and build each other up

The sand beneath them was still barely warm from the summer’s sun, shifting with Raelynn as she turned onto her side within Caspian’s arm. He adjusted with her, pulling her in while Raelynn wrapped herself around him so they could be as close as possible with their clothes still on.

Fluffy fluff. Jude x Finn (belongs to @drdevorakwrites ) Here you go @immortallaughter <3

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Finn noticed that Jude had changed her sleeping position since they started sharing a bed. She used to sleep curled into a tight ball, knees to her chest, a slight frown on her lips and a crease in her brow. 

Recently, though, she had unfurled herself, her frown gone and her legs often intertwined with his in dark sheets. Hands searched for him in the night on their own, the cold of his skin soothing the start of many nightmares. 

Tonight, though, Finn watched her sleep from his chair. Jude fell into sleep quickly and Finn slipped out to grab his charcoal and sketchbook. Everything about her mesmerized him: the way her hair splayed across his pillow like a halo, the curve of her waist and hips, the perfect pursing of her lips. A few nights ago, he’d chuckled at how she scrunched her nose in her sleep when she was dreaming. 

Many nights he spent studying her, memorizing her every feature, each facet a precious gem in his collection. His hand moved in a graceful flow as he kept his eyes focused on Jude, his picture slowly coming to life. 

About twenty minutes into his sketching, Jude stirred, her toes pointing as she stretched the sleep from her bones. Blinking, she smiled as she focused on Finn. Her arms stretched above her head before she pushed up walked over to him. He put the charcoal down and ran a hand up the outside of her thigh and smiled up at her. “It’s not sunrise yet,” he said softly. She slid into his lap anyway and looked at the sketchbook.

“Finn,” she murmured, fingers lightly touching the page. “Is...Is this me?” He tucked a piece of hair behind Jude’s ear when she turned to look at him. “Is this how you see me?” The portrait was beautiful--too beautiful, and she couldn’t believe that could be her. 

Finn placed a kiss on her neck, over her fluttering pulse. “I could never accurately show how I see you, love.” A smile flitted across Jude's lips and she delicately traced his cheekbones and the line of his nose. An iron hand gripped her waist and pulled her closer and he kissed her gently. 

“You make me feel alive, Jude. No drawing could ever convey that.” Beautiful golden eyes burned into hers as her breath hitched at his words. She cupped his face with her hands and she kissed him, this time with a new hunger that had stirred. Finn held her as he stood up and deposited her on the bed, crawling over her. 

Jude gazed up at him, her eyes trailing down the line of his body. “I love you,” she whispered, the words feeling like a fresh confession each time she said it. Finn grinned back at her. 

Caspian belongs to @immortallaughter Sigmis belongs to me. I don’t know exactly how this ties into the word but it gave me an idea

went with some quick tygust :)

Tyler turned her report in, running her fingers through hair she’d just let down from its usual hunting style, gently undoing the braid.  She watched August read over the page, their eyelids drooping as they did.  Casually, she let her weapons belt in her hand drop to the floor, creating a loud clatter, and she shook her head when August snapped up, looking around the room in confusion for the briefest moment.  They composed themself quickly, clearing their throat and acting as though nothing had happened.

“How are you feeling today?” Tyler asked, breaking the silence.

“Fine, thank you,” August replied, eyeing her as she moved toward them.  “Your...report is in order…”

Tyler rested her hand atop the paper, forcing them to lay it down on their desk.  “You’ve been in here for days, August,” she said gently, her concern clear on her face.

They pulled back, watching her cautiously.  “And how would you know that?” they asked, quirking their brow up.

Tyler rolled her eyes, unfazed.  “You look exhausted--” she held a hand up to stop them from interrupting, “flawless, as always, but exhausted.”  She made her way to stand behind them, resting her hands on their shoulders and squeezing.  They nearly melted into her touch, a quiet moan escaping them and they quickly tried to cover it with a cough.  She ran her hands down their arms and settled to simply hug them from behind, chin resting on their shoulder.  “Also Piper told me,” she added with a quick kiss to their cheek.

They groaned, but leaned into her.  “Hm, perhaps I should have fired her…”

Tyler tightened her hold briefly before releasing them.  “Come home with me, love.  You’re tired, I’m tired.  We could share a bath?”  She asked so innocently, but her eyes promised something else, and August made a show of contemplating their answer before rising.

[Sorry, I know this took forever for me to post, college hit me like a ton of bricks and I have been absolutely swamped]

(This is a quick little thingy I wrote about Immortallaughters’ wonderful Arcana OC Beatrice, meeting my OC, I hope you like it! @immortallaughter)

Typically, Belladoris would avoid places like this. It wasn’t that she felt unsafe in this part of Vesuvia, it’s just that she really didn’t go here that often, and really didn’t enjoy feeling lost.  She stopped and looked around, eyes landing on a sign that read ‘The Rowdy Raven.’ Well that looked familiar, even though she couldn’t exactly explain why. As soon as she opened the door, the smell of ale, sweat, and spoiled hay attacked her senses. She shifted the weight of her basket to one hand, and lifted a corner of her veil to cover her nose and mouth, somewhat obscuring the smell. She walked further into the building, her slippers sticking to the floor. Her eyes scanned the room, the tavern wench seemingly absent, for the least frightening person to approach. Belladoris’s eyes met the eyes of another woman across the room. She was tall, with a scar on her face. How she wasn’t blind in that eye, Belladoris didn’t know, but she didn’t really think it would be kind to ask either. She made her way over, carefully avoiding anyone she deemed ‘creepy,’ which at 12:00 at a tavern is practically everyone. The woman didn’t move and inch, and set Belladoris with a suspicious stare.

“I’m sorry to intrude, but I’m afraid I’m not sure where I’m going. Do you know how to get to the flooded district?” She felt the other tavern patrons eyes shift to her, and she worried she had said the wrong thing, somehow.

The woman raised an eyebrow and said “It’s a long way from here.”

“Oh,” How did she get so entirely turned around? “How could I get there from he-“ She trailed of, eyes drawn to the mark on the woman’s wrist. It’s meaning was lost on her, but the way the woman pulled her wrist of of Belladoris’ view wasn’t. “Sorry.” She apologized.

“It would be easier if I showed you.” She stood up from her stool, and Belladoris noted that this woman was much, much, taller than her. Oddly enough it made her feel safer, rather than threatened. “Come on, I was just wasting time here anyway.” Belladoris scuttled after her, her heavy basket and short legs slowing her down.

“I’m. Um. Thank you.” Belladoris said, when she caught up. “I don’t even know your name.” It was a weird way to ask for someone’s name, but she was having a weird day.

“Beatrice. You?” She said. She didn’t seem to say much.

“Belladoris.”

“Hm.” They were silent for a long stretch.

“Hey-“

“You-“ They began to speak at the same time and abruptly stopped. They burst into laughter, for several moments. They had to stop walking they were laughing so hard. After they had collected their bearings, Beatrice spoke again.

“So? I take it you’re new in town? When I first got here, I had a hard time navigating around town, too.”

Belladoris blushed. “I’ve actually lived here my whole life. At least, that’s what I’ve been told.” She said with a sense of bittersweet amusement.

“What you’ve been told?” Beatrice asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Yeah. I must have bumped my head a couple years back. My memories from anytime before that are really foggy. But it’s okay!” She said brightly, “I’m not the type of person who wants to live in the past.”

“That’s weird. Not because you’re weird!” Beatrice clarified, “I just mean. I’ve went through something similar. I have foggy memories too!”

“That’s odd. I wonder if it’s connected?” She mused, almost to herself than to the woman next to her.

“So what’s with the wrist mark?”

“Why do you want to know?” Beatrice said, guarded.

“I figured it meant something when I saw it but, I didn’t know what it meant.” She turned to look directly to Beatrice “Are you going to tell me that mark means you’re a super-assassin on a mission to kill me? Is that why you’re taking me to the flooded district?” She said jokingly.

Beatrice gasped and glared at Belladoris. “They told me you would be smart.” She took a step towards Doris, before she cracked a smile and burst out laughing. “You should have seen you face!”

“Ugh! Beatrice!” Belladoris slapped the taller woman’s arm, playfully. “I should box your ears for that…” She trailed off. “Ooooooor, I could tickle you!” She reaches with her free hand to poke Beatrice’s side but before she could, Beatrice had already started running farther ahead of her. “Wait! Beatrice! I’m shorter and weighted down. I can’t keep up!” She screamed as she ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She caught up to where Beatrice had stopped. “Bea-“ She was staring ahead, with an indecipherable expression on her face. Oh. The flooded district was worse than Doris had remembered.

“Thank you very much for your help” Belladoris said brightly, before adding bashfully, “If you’d like, I could- “ She reached into her basket and pulled out a few coins, but before she could even finish her sentence, Beatrice had already shook her head.

“I’m good. Showing you around wasn’t that difficult, besides, I can always ask for a favor, later.” They laughed and shook hands. Beatrice turned to walk back, but kicked the basket that Belladoris had just put down. It’s contents spilled out and she instinctively bent down to pick up whatever had fallen out.

“What are you going to do with that?” She said, her tone instantly darkening. The item in question was a long rope with a weight tied to the end of it. She might have been a former mercenary, but assisting in a suicide for free was not a service she offered.

“I think it might help me scan the bottom of the area. See how deep the water goes.” Belladoris said absent-mindedly. “Have you seen my notebook, it should be under that stuff?”

“You have any family?” Trice would need to know who to take her home to, it wasn’t like she was about to leave.

“Not in the flooded district, or at least I don’t think? Well I guess no one has family here anymore, y’know, because it’s all abandoned.” She pulled out her notebook and smiled “Found it! And really thank you for walking me here, but I gotta lot of work to do before sunset.” Her eyes searched the top of the building, looking for something.

“Well what work do you have to do?”

“I’m going to scan the district to see how high the water level is.” Doris said, trying not to sound angry, even though she felt she had explained the concept before. She spotted a crevice in the wall of a nearby building. Smiling she unpinned the veil from her head and set it in the dirt free basket. Without her veil Beatrice noticed her hair was wrapped in braided updo with ribbon. “I’ve got this. Don’t worry!” She slung the tangle of rope around her trunk and starting scaling one of the buildings.

“What are you doing!” At this point Trice has no idea what was going on, and she didn’t think Doris had a clue, either.

“I need to sit in the middle of this!” Belladoris screamed down. She grabbed one of the ladders on the roof of the building and glared at it. “Do you think this’ll reach to the other side?”

“The other side of what?”

“The road!” She slammed the large ladder down, it’s end just barely catching the building on the other side. She shoved it a few feet farther out. “That looks balanced!”

“Wait! Are you going to crawl on that?” Trice yelled, Doris’ odd actions beginning to make sense. “Hold on!” She sent out an ice sheet over the ladder and the buildings where they met, to strengthen them so Doris can cross safely.

“Woah!!! Thank you!” Doris climbed out until she was directly between the buildings and dropped her rope. It fell hard and fast, and she lurched forward, dangerously close to slipping into the grey water below. She held fast to the rope, and waited for a few seconds to ensure that it had hit the bottom. She pulled it out, and looked at where the sludgy water had stained the new rope. Grabbing a ribbon from her hair, she tied it to the rope, to indicate where the water was the highest. She moved it again to where the street once was and does the same thing again. With her other hair ribbon removed her hair falls freely down her back, brushing her hips. Seemingly satisfied, she climbed down.

“I can take this home and measure it! Then we’ll know how much we need to drain!” Doris replied cheerfully. “Nice ice magic, by the way. I don’t think I’ve met someone who could do that before!”

Beatrice blinked once or twice, trying to process what had come out of Belladoris’ mouth. “You talk much too fast.”

“Oh. Whoops.” She looked bashful for a moment. “Hey. You seem pretty cool. Do you like pranks?”

Beatrice raised a single eyebrow and said in a wry tone, “What do you have in mind.”

“Soap in the marketplace fountain.” Belladoris replied.

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