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( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < EWE ALREADY KNOW MY ANSWER...!!! And thanks again fer scurryin' about t'fetch refreshments after th'last vendor up 'n passed out on a pilgrimmage to slumberland...!!! Who knew there was a such thing as TOO MANY g-DAMN QUILTS??? TOO MUCH COZY??? DREAMS TOO DEEP? Glad they're all fit as a fiddle 'n amped up fer next year though...if a bit sore!!! ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < That said...MISSED YER POSTS A-PLENTY!!!!
『ADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique 』 『 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: UNREALITY, NECRO, HEMOISM, XXXOVER, CROSSOVER, UNLIFE 』 REQUEST FROM ANONYMONSTER // YCSHIPPING // FRONDFICTION // LORD RUTHVN // CESARE // LORD CALGAR // DOCTORTURER CALGAR // PERISHED PEACEFLUTTER ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < LORD RUTHVN...in all his enigmatic eminence...was the spittin' image of the late LORD BYRONE before him. Almost a crude 'n spitting mockery of stateliness 'n coveted esteem, warped for entirely perverse purposes. A refined NOBLEMASTICATER, he was known to chew out only the deservin', and even more selectively would he savor the unworthy. Their screams. Their panicked anguish. Their debtor's desperation. Their disorientin' confusion, all of it, a feast for the good LORD RUTHVN. First 'o his kind, and a trailblazer for bein' able t'weather the scandal 'o accusations of an UNSAVORY SORT OF APPETITE. That is t'say, if the legends were to believed, LORD RUTHVN was 'imself a living legend, a walking legacy, a breathin' lore. A ruinous sort. It seemed... ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> Wherever the good LORD RUTHVN went, trouble followed. And the misery he wrought loved company. ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < It's because 'o this...that t'refuse a summons from the RUTHVN ESTATE...would be like tryna refuse the conclusion of one's own breath...or rather...to hasten it...one last time...with grim finality. ╰། ( ᏊʘꈊʘᏊ) །╯ < "SIMPLY PREPOSTEROUS!!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT," thought DOCTORTURER CALGAR, silently. "MY SERVANT, MY OWN SOMNEBULOUS...INVITED OVER ME? ME??? OF SOME EDUCATION AND REPUTE? WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I LACK?" His manic annoyance wouldn't serve him no need no mind, as the carriage bearing his charge was to be leaving soon. A single, envious pale gloved fist pounded... ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> Then...softened...as it curled into a loosely unwound palm, strokin' CESARE to full attention. His ganderglobes hung low, bagged onerously on either sides 'o his face...his lips curled in a permanently dour expression. Even as his cheeks were cupped with that sublime sympathetic stroke, he said nothin', his gaunt lips stained with the kiss 'o death. As a SOMNEBULOUS, a treader through the land of dreams while awakened, CESARE moved with bounds and purpose, though they were not his own. Ten long sweeps he was purported to have slept, and those ten sweeps were a mere speck of sand in the eye swiped away by the DOCTORTURER. A sleep so listless as to be death itself. If not accompany it. His loud, rude awakenings, curious moanings, and tantalizing tendencies. Though the bodies attributed t'his dealings were far fewer in number than LORD RUTHVN, the rumors clung like a foul stench, far harder to bat away without the veil of nobility and respectability t'hide behind. ( Ꮚ๑ꈊ๑Ꮚ); < "..." ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < CESARE spoke none as the sprawling LORD RUTHVN ESTATE approached on the horizon. He was led in by a small cadre 'o catty OLIVES, each indiscriminately dressed in attire less than entirely immodest, but more than absolutely nothing, and only just barely so. They carried gifts of expensive inebriants, fine jewelry, canes, and tophats -- none too dissimilar to something DOCTORTURER CALGAR himself might wear, each insisting the SOMNEBULOUS would be fitfully undressed. But CESARE had one thought on his mind, and one thought only. The hypnotic allure and words of his DOCTORTURER just before leavin'... ╰། ( ᏊʘꈊʘᏊ) །╯ < "DO HIM IN. DO HIM IN THERE. DO YOU HEAR ME, CESARE? SHOW HIM THE COURTESY HE HAS DENIED ME FOR LONG ENOUGH. AND DO HIM IN, CESARE." ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Nothing could share him out of that commanding cloak, nothing could shake that hold over him. Except for, maybe, the eminent LORD RUTHVN in the flesh. ( Ꮚ ͠° ꈊ ͡°Ꮚ) < "𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖊? 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖚𝖕 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖋𝖋 𝖙𝖔...? 𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕽𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖛𝖓, 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕴 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊...𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌?" ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < His hands were gloved too, in that same detached and professional way those of DOCTORTURER CALGAR were, but they had a kind of magnetism to them. The way CESARE almost fell back into them as they crept around his shoulders. A gasp would be the ordinary reaction, and in absentia, the fingers gripped harder. Almost enough to pierce the many layers of leather and fabric. Almost as if to puncture the very flesh. ( Ꮚ๑ꈊ๑Ꮚ); < "...Plenty." Succinct. Brief. But necessary. CESARE felt the prescient tug to speak, to say whatever it took to do him. To do him in. To show him the respect he had denied the GOOD DOCTORTURER. ( Ꮚ ͠° ꈊ ͡°Ꮚ) < A cold smile crept across his collected countenance. Chillingly persistent, were those unblinking eyes. Unblemished by age. Unbothered by the light creeping some distance away. "𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖙 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖓𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖘? 𝕴 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗...𝖊𝖝𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘." ( Ꮚ๑ꈊ๑Ꮚ); < "...Til dusk. Tomorrow." ( Ꮚ ͠° ꈊ ͡°Ꮚ) < "𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖓? 𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖔?" Lord Ruthven advanced. He swiveled on the heel of one foot, tilting his head on one side to peer into the mind of CESARE, only to find...nothing awaiting him. The usual hold he had over another...gone. Blank. Instead, a set of hands cupped their way around his neck, squeezing tightly, constrictively cloying, competing for dominance over his neck. It seemed they were halfway to choking him to death...only to trail down, and adjust his vestments. ( Ꮚ๑ꈊ๑Ꮚ); < "Afraid so. But what is a dawn you do not see? If you would...permit me..." The SOMNEBULOUS gestured with his head. Even the OLIVES blushed and recoiled in surprise at his boldness. For all his charisma and worldliness, it seemed all throughout the world, LORD RUTHVN alone was the clueless one. ( Ꮚ ͠° ꈊ ͡°Ꮚ) < "𝕻𝖗𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑. 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙. 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌?" Lord Ruthven would find his hands suddenly grasped about the wrists. He offered little protest, amused something so small could think itself capable of a threat to him. Only to watch as CESARE gestured with his head towards the nearby MASTER BROODROOM, a luxurious RESPITEBLOCK woefully underpopulated. For now. The words that followed became instantly supplementary, almost a redundancy. But just for an opportunity to see those ghastly, gothic lips move, LORD RUTHVN, ruiner of women and soon to be men, would watch as they plead their case. ( Ꮚ๑ꈊ๑Ꮚ); < "I wish to...do you. To do you in...there. Show me the courtesy...you have denied me...long enough. Let me. Do you. In there." It was almost endearing how sincere the words all arrived, in their jumbled 'n meandering array. But they seemed...well-received. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Welcome, even. ( Ꮚ ͠° ꈊ ͡°Ꮚ) < "𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝕴 𝖇𝖊...𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖞 𝖆 𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙?" ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Countless hours beyond the very next dawn, the halls were still filled with grunts, moans, howls, and the echoes of mewling whimpers. The OLIVES were still tripping over themselves to fetch refreshments and cycle through amenities. The RUTHVEN ESTATE was a shared disaster zone, recuperacoons shredded beyond recognition, particularly vigorous encounters rupturing just about any furniture with a flat surface. The banging of walls at long hours suggested torture, the scent suggested bonding, and the many moons that hung over yonder suggested this was NOT ending any time soon...the only one t'get fucked more than the two 'o them was the GOOD DOCTORTURER CALGAR. ╰། ( ᏊʘꈊʘᏊ) །╯ < "NOT WHAT I FUCKING MEANT, CESARE." ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// #SWATTPAD #ImpliedPailing #PailSmut #CurseOfStrahdlike #LORDRUTHVN #CALGAR #CESARE #NSFW #FailedInsightCheck #SucceededPerformanceRoll #THEYFUCKING #XReader #FrondFiction #Requests #CabinetOfDoctorturerCalgar #Vacillation #AdventerrorsFieldGuide #CrossPosting #ScrawlThoughts #Drabbles
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Anyone wanna play "PAL, PAIL, PRY, 'r PUMMEL"????? ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < Promie I ain't gonna just pick PAL on everybody this time 'round...I know that gets a teensie bit stale reeeeeeeeeal fast...not my fault yer all so enticin' t'help...buncha so-called lost causes just waitin' t'be found...
『ADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique 』 『 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: CNC, DUBCON, NONCON ASSURANCE, MOIRAIL KNOWS BEST, ADVENTERROR TROPE TALK, FORCIBLE PALE, ASSERTIVE COMFORT, PDP IN PLAIN VIEW) 』 ADVENTERROR TROPE TALK// YCSHIPPING // FRONDFICTION // PERISHED PEACEFLUTTER ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Welcome BaAAaaaHaaaaack to Adventerror Trope Talk!!!! T'day we're gonna muse a lil bit about a somewhat controsversial topic in our spaces...PDP! Public Display of Possession! PDP is a vital way 'o establishin' to yer palemate, or mates, y'ain't ashamed of their problems, or yer role in nuzzlin' them towards an amiable solution...it can feel strange --- at first!!!!! Even frightnin'! ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> A sensory overload of touch happy hands next t'the hard tar, with vehicles whizzin' past, catchin' voyeuristic lil glances at you 'n yer pale pal...havin' yer hands pinned above yer horns 'til ya talk about what's gotcha all torn up 'n bum bothered...lil sweet nothin's like...yain't bein' yerself!!! Is this squirt really worth it??? Do we need t'take a lil jaunt, just us? Keep it together...or imma keep it fer ewe!!!! It'll hit different... ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < But ewe don't choose when ya have yer worst moment, that moment chooses a-you!!! And when yer caught off gaurd, or can't regulate th'anger that's just bum-pa-bumpin' around in yer lobe stem...sometimes 'avin yer face gripped 'n yanked into th'deadlights 'o someone's wretched gaze is just about th'only thing that will get yer blood flowin' somethin' ordinary!!!!! Moirail knows best!!!! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < When, where, 'n why...!!! Trust 'em! And if yer ever made t'feel uncomfortable? Pop a squat 'n have a lil chat about it. But in th'heat of the moment? Let 'em take over, just fer a bit!!!!! Ya might not be in the best state t'be a judge of yer own immediate actions...'n nobody wants t'get comforted fer makin' a rash 'n unviable to undo decision!!!!! #SWATTPAD #PALESMUT #CNC #DUBCON #NONCONASSURANCE #MOIRAILKNOWSBEST #FORCIBLEPALE #ASSERTIVECOMFORT #PDP #PUBLICDISPLAYOFPOSSESSION #ADVENTERRORTROPETALK #<>
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Psst! EWE there! Yes! Yes, you! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < I'd still love ya if ewe were a wigglepest...I'd find a nice 'n shaded lump 'o soil...pack it full 'o dirt 'n nutrients...'n see to it ya got plenty 'o enrichment, 'n lovely little diversions to wriggle 'bout 'n play with... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < I'd visit every day I could...to read t'ya...t'bring ya snacks...t'check 'n make sure yain't dryin' up all sizzled-like on the hardtar...I'd miss ya a whole bunch... ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> But I care like water!!! 'n water...shifts t'the shape 'n form 'o the container that holds it...!!! And your shape, pal, 's a wrigglepest!!!
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < I hear them suckers are so pinchable ya'd struggle to get a good grip on 'em! i hear th'cheeks got that piddly wee bit 'o give to 'em, just enough t'stall ya when she reaches out fer ya and starts doin' one 'o those rowin' numbers...back 'n forth like...all the way to your frondtips...cycles back around...and gives ya a sweet little squ-eeze!!!! The kinda cheeks ya never pinch just once!!!!
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Now EWE didn't hear this from me...but I heard an awfully persistent naggin' rumor that @passiveSerialization , a miss SELLIA SWEETE gives th'warmest gosh darn hugs this side of Alternia...! That her frond stems got that warmth baked in heat, like sinkin' into a set 'o pillows that adjust themselves around ya!!! Like a walkn' hammock that's padded on all sides!!!! Like a cloud that somehow pieced t'gether how to love ya back!!!!!! #GOSSIPMONGERiNG #JUSTARUMOR #TELLONETELLALL
『ADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique 』 『 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: DUBCON, X READER, FORCIBLE PALE, ASSERTIVE COMFORT) 』 CHROHM X READER // YCSHIPPING // FRONDFICTION // FEDRIK x READER // NSFW // QUAD MULTICLASS // PERISHED PEACEFLUTTER // BLACK AND PALE MULTIPAIRING ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < AUTHOR'S NOTE...mmffmm. Sorry for the delay this chapter!!! One of my moirails of four sweeps got chewed t'tangy little tiny bits and chunks by His Honorable Tyranny for tempt of court! Oh noooo!!! But...onto the fic!!! ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); < The VVar Council shoulda ended hours ago...what in tarnation were the lot of 'em still doin' here...? It took a few moments fer it t'really click with ewe what this was even about...'n the thought got dismissed. Sensation overrode sensibility somethin' sorely suggestive... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < FEDRIK's calloused hands passed over ya in metered measures...examining for scrapes, bruises...Y/C can't help but buckle back a little as he suddenly seizes Y/C's arm 'n tugs it forward tighter than a clobberin' fist 'o righteousness he'd drive into th'enemy...the clamp continued, as he started to...sink to ganderglobe level. The GREAT FRIGHT who once towered like a one man rovin' fortress on hoofback now ain't no more than a troll, his imposing armor gone from a monument to a frame. He becomes a livin' study in contradiction. His height no longer a weapon or a shield, but a length 'o limb folded neatly beneath him. ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> JUST LIKE Y/C wouldn't all that mind bein'!!!!! (ᗜᏊಠꈊಠᏊ)¤=[]:::::> "CHROHM'S RIGHT, YOU KNOW," FEDRIK's hulking vigilance subsided and softened for just a moment. His frame, considerably larger than Y/C, felt as though it vanished the moment he knelt so gingerly in front of ewe. The sheer wall 'o his presences done up 'n collapsed inward on itself. "YOUR TACTICAL MIND WORKS TIRELESSLY...BUT SO DOES THAT OF OUR ENEMIES. YOU CANNOT DENY YOURSELF THE REPRIEVE OF REST. THEY WILL SEIZE IT. AND CAPTURE IT. AND PREY UPON YOUR MOMENT OF WEAKNESS TO ENSURE THAT IT IS YOUR LAST." There was a possessiveness t'the way he cradled you in his palms. His broad shoulders cinched up like he dreaded th'thought of loosenin' a grip on ewe fer even a moment... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Just as Y/C up 'n worked th'courage t'confront his hands, improperly conspirin' t'mount a charge across yer thigh... ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> REINFORCEMENTS!!!!!!! ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < "...Now, FEDRIK. You can't be so harsh on Y/C...they've been through a lot. For our sake. For the SHEPHURTS. If anything were to happen to them...it would be on us to see to it they're protected and retrieved. Same as any SHEPHURTLER. Gentler hands should stir these waters." If the two hands mussyin' up Y/C's leg wasn't BAaaaaaaAAAAAAd enough...a rovin' set of royal-emblazoned fingertips were caressin' th'top of yer head. Pickin' out stray imaginary somethin somethins. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Suddenly, the rush of hot breath... (ᗜᏊಠꈊಠᏊ)¤=[]:::::> "ARE YOU SAYING I PROVIDE SUBPAR CARE TO Y/C??? I RESENT THAT IMPLICATION. I COULD BE...GENTLER WITH THIS...WEAVING RIVER." ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < CHROHM laughed. "You could stand to be. Yes." Tuggin' yer face into an awaitin' set 'o princely brasserie, th'royal menagerie incidentally pits ya right in line with a GREAT FRIGHT'S crotch as th'aforementioned storms back onto his feet, now a monolith again. Th'air itself thickens and compresses about yer skull, 'n horns, hardly blanketed by th'sweat-scented torso cheekily just behind yonder...CHROHM's hands tug around ya like a vanguard against harm. FERDIK goes back t'bein his usual self...a monument of offended pride... (ᗜᏊಠꈊಠᏊ)¤=[]:::::> "WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT...WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID ABOUT CHANGING INTO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE? BY HAND? A GREAT FRIGHT OF THE SHEPHURTS WHO CANNOT HANDLE EVEN THIS IS HARDLY WORTH HIS BRINE FLAKES!!! BUT I WOULDN'T EXPECT A VIOLET SO INDELICATELY PAMPERED TO UNDERSTAND THAT." Uh oh!!! Y/C feels a scraping sensation...nails possessively curled about one side 'o yer head, just at the barest nuggatory base of the horns (so embarassin'n!!!) and tracin' back towards th'scalp...no matter where ya look...t'FEDRIK or t'CHROHM...both are complicit!!! A boilin' sort 'o hatred wellin' up with intent t'pale, RIGHT ON TOP OF Y/C!!!!! (P2/P??) #SWATTPAD #Vacillation #PaleSmut #TheWholeGuild #FullParty #NotEnoughInventorySpace #NSFW #YouAreOverencumbered!!! #XReader #FrondFiction #FE #FlayerEmblem #FEA #FE13 #CHROHM #ImpliedAU #CHROHMxREADER #FEDRIKxREADER #QUADMULTICLASS #AdventerrorsFieldGuide #CrossPosting #ScrawlThoughts #Drabbles
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Special daggum thanks t' @archiveAddict , @watchingAuthor , @alopecoidTenacity 'n @passiveSerialization !!! I know this ain't no RO3 comment section...so pardon if my manners ain't minded...but I'd like t'dedicate P2 t'y'all...!!! Wouldn't be none if it weren't fer yer chipper words 'o encou-RAGE!!!!!! BBBBBaaaaaaAAAahhhHless you!!!!
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Awww, ewe flatter me like butter 'n a hot biscuit in a breakfast rush served nice 'n melty in the COUNTY UNFAIR!!! Which is 'xactly what this 'ere comment is! I ain't no competition!!!! Miss @archiveAddict is a gosh darn visionary...these 're just drabbles! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Thanks all th'same though!!!!
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Awww SHUCKS, I up 'n fergot again, dag nabbit!!!! Don'tchu worry it none though, I'll be on that like a squawkbeast on a squeakbeast at th'end of a nine perigee hunger strike!!!!! ⋋(•⌔•Ꮚ)⋌ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (੯ूᵕ̤ू Ꮚ)~ < EEEeeeeeeeeeeppppp!!!!!! Aw naw!!! They got me good!!!
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < ...eheh!?
『ADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique 』 『 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: DUBCON, X READER, FORCIBLE PALE, ASSERTIVE COMFORT) 』 CHROHM X READER // YCSHIPPING // FRONDFICTION // NSFW // PERISHED PEACEFLUTTER ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < #TheWholeGuild ... #FullParty ... #NotEnoughInventorySpace ... #NSFW ...annnnd... #YouAreOverencumbered!!! (;Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) <> It started with a light bit of noggin pettin'. Y/C was used to it by now. How couldn't ewe be? Ain't nothin' outta the ordinary fer YLISSE'S FAIR HALIDOM HEAD CHROHM t'get a bit handsy when workin' ya through yer problems...'specially after a battle. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Y/C wishes they could stop bein' difficult. But it just ain't that simple. The familiarity with which those fine finessin' fingers reached across the empty air...drawn back at th'last moment...it kills Y/C inside. ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); <> "I wish you would just...tell us all what you're thinking," CHROHM began, "we swore to stand by eachother, remember? All of us. That's what being a part of the SHEPHURTS means. That's what we mean. You may be able to pick and choose your skirmishes on the field. Withhold your reasoning. But here? Where trust is supposed to be found, where TROLLS forge their bonds in the very peace we fight and bleed over? All answers must show themselves, or we die blind and alone." (;;Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) <3 CHROHM's fins drooped. Y/C caressed 'em in yer hand, thumbin' the corner 'o his mouth, largely outta obligation. Y/C can't explain why yer like this. The paranoia rises to a fever pitch as Y/C hears the approach 'o frondfalls. Enemy units, no doubt. A spear peels open yer tent flap...and a sympathetic hand eases on yer shoulder...then another at yer underbelly...before long...yer flanked on all sides!!! FEDRIK! LISSIA! Even SUHLLY... ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> "Y/C has been feeling down, SHEPHURTS. Probably all that armor. Can you imagine trying to lug a world of problems around on your shoulder with that dead weight? I say...we see to it Y/C is changed into something a bit more comfortable...by hand." (P1/??) #SWATTPAD #Vacillation #PaleSmut #TheWholeGuild #FullParty #NotEnoughInventorySpace #NSFW #YouAreOverencumbered!!! #XReader #FrondFiction #FE #FlayerEmblem #FEA #FE13 #CHROHM #ImpliedAU #CHROHMxREADER #AdventerrorsFieldGuide #CrossPosting
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Warm thanks t’my partner in sublime, @passiveSerialization fer puttin’ this lil thang together fer me!!! Hijinks wouldn’t be nearly as cuffplate slappin’ silly without!!!!
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Happy #NORMALDAY to ewe all!!! Hope it finds ya well ‘n hunky dory…and NOT turned into a commercialized plushie ‘o your luscious locks Lusus!!!! Baaaahahaha! https://i.imgur.com/B7IngY7.png
( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); < Everyone fixin' to deserves t'be fixed! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < YES! Even YOU! The person readin' this! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Happiness ought t'be in EVERYONE'S daggum inventory! Marked on every character sheet! No matter the quest it takes t'find it! The journey will getcha there, even if ya don't find quite what yer hopin' for!
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Course I could, Mr. Smokin' Jacket! Might I say that's a mighty fine set of equippables you got on. They tell a story, if you don't mind me spinnin' a yarn to tell it... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Yain't much of a fighter, are you, mister Sassacre? Pardon my saying. Thumbin' over the outlines of your CHARACTER SHEET 'ere, says you're more of a witty sort. A lover. A loner. The candidness with which ya up 'n hoofy up to a thing like a massive tobacco addiction... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Makes my belly rumble somethin' fierce! Laughter abounds! You got a dark sense 'o humor. Navigate yer highest highs and lowest lows with humor aplenty...but I can't help but twiddle my touch stump against my lower lip wonderin'... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < If the secret source o' your humor itself is not joy, or uncaring, but sorrow. There ain't no humor in heaven. And there wasn't but one solitary smile inked into word that knew not the pains 'o heartbreak...just my speculation, sir! Hope I can help ya!
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Aw, shucks, now you got me swipin' tears 'o tarnished gratitude off this 'ere eons old face, confound it!!! Don'tcha know it's poor form to peer behind th'screen and flatter the buttons off the talkin' head??? The dungeon master's guild fer flummoxed 'n flustered sorts will be hearin' 'o this, you best believe it! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Tssssssk, tsk, tsk, miss ma'ams!!! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Ewe're so goshdarn blessed you got that double proficiency in Persuasion I just can't say no to!!! Mighty intentions. Baaaah!!!
( Ꮚ⚀ロ⚀Ꮚ) < Aww, gosh darnit! I didn't know they was gonna up 'n tattle on me for followin' ewe! Guess I just couldn't up 'n stay away! Pity. I coulda really kept this whole clandestine STEALTH skill goin'... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Ain't bug me none though!!! Happy to share the skies with you, Sweete stuff! Thanks for the much needed nudge off the edge...wouldn't-a-taken kindly to the wind under my sails if I couldn't feel it for myself! This place is beeeeeeeeeautiful! Lotsa lovely faces to take in!
https://i.imgur.com/lhS4KhR.png 🎲ℂ𝕆ℝ𝔻𝕀𝔸𝕃 𝕄𝕆𝕊𝕋 𝕊𝔸𝕃𝕌𝕋𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊, 𝔸𝔻𝕍𝔼ℕ𝕋𝔼ℝℝ𝕆ℝ𝕊! 🎲 ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < My name is GYGAAX BHILDR! And I will be your guide on your quest. - I am a level 11 CHAOTIC GOOD OLIVEBLOODED CLERIC with PROFICIENCY in the following skills and/or abilities: Performance, Laughcrobatics, Medisassination, Denature, Insight, Constitution Saving Throws, Wisdom Saving Throws, "Palling Around", Clinical Psychology, FLARP, and Roleplay! ⚔️🛡️𝕃𝕆𝕆𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝔸 ℙ𝔸ℝ𝕋𝕐? 🏹 🗡️ Be it of one, or two, or three, or more!!! I'm able to handle come one, come all! - Interpersonal quadrant resolution sparring! - Duels "TO THE DEATH" of your insecurities! - And much, much more! Inquire today, and don't be shy! I'm always one of many an outwardly lookin' eye!