Bacon And Bloodhounds

Bacon and Bloodhounds

You, walking with your phone in hand, can smell bacon being cooked somewhere. It's somewhere in the compound. You know it is. And you also know that whoever you find that is cooking it, is going to give you a slice.

So, you follow the scent. You go up four flights of stairs, through 3 rooms, and past a cleaning closet that smells entirely too much like bleach. All while scrolling on TikTok.

As you enter, you can't hear the popping of bacon being cooked so you know it's done. You follow the residual scent of bacon quickly, and stop at the person with your hand out, waiting for your piece of bacon. Whoever it is, places a piece of bacon in your hand and you leave. All the while, you still have your eyes trained to your phone, reading a nasty piece of Wattpad.

As you leave, you hear the beginnings of a conversation, and pause just outside the door.

"Y/N has the nose of a bloodhound!" Tony exclaimed, and as you peak around the door, no one noticing you, you see him to be the person who made the bacon. Or at least the person eating it.

"And the breasts of a Greek Goddess..." Natasha kinda zones out looking at the door.

Everyone looks at Natasha in varying degrees of 'what the hell?' It's a comedic, and not very common sight to see the assassin of all assassins be hypnotized by a person.

"Nat?" Tony sounds concerned.

Natasha looks away to return to the present conversation and catches your eye. You wink as you walk away, eating your bacon.

Obviously, someone has to give. And you refuse to.

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Author's Cup of Tea:

This one also came from a tiktok. That's where the majority of my inspo for writing comes from ngl. Anywho, have a good day.

Spellbound - Geralt

Spellbound - Geralt

Authors Note: I’m back because I quit my job and have a better schedule at the new job 

Warnings: semi smut 

Word Count: 4012

Description: geralt fights his feelings until you get trapped in a spell 

brothel worker! reader x geralt 

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Through My Eyes

Word count: 3700

Warnings: Reader with body insecurity, slight dressing room phobia

As requested by another lovely anon (see prompt), this is a fic based on a reader who is insecure about her figure. I tried to keep the reader's body characteristics somewhat vague to allow for a broad range of readers to try to relate. This fic specifically includes a female reader, but I'm certainly not discounting the fact that men can also have body image issues as well. I just found it easier to write from the female perspective, being a female myself.

My last fic was pretty heavy, so I tried to keep this lighthearted and sweet!

“Darling, are you planning to come out of the fitting room anytime soon?”

“Yes, I’m coming, I’m coming…” You took a deep breath as you looked at yourself one last time in the mirror. The dress had looked gorgeous on the hangar, but on you… all you could see were your least favorite parts of your body. The pudge around your hips, the pouchy spot on your belly, the bulging part of your upper arms just beyond the shoulder straps… No, this wasn’t the dress for you. You were already certain of it.

But if you didn’t come out of the fitting room in at least one of the dresses, Loki was going to wonder what had happened to you in there. So, despite everything in your mind screaming at you to hide yourself in the fitting room for eternity, you grit your teeth and stepped out to show Loki how it looked.

He practically lit up when he saw you, his eyes roving hungrily up and down your body. Rising to his feet from the sofa outside the dressing room, he took a few powerful strides to close the distance between the pair of you and wrapped you in an embrace. He ducked his head down to allow his lips to hover just by your ear.

“You look absolutely ravishing in that dress,” he growled seductively, pressing a kiss to your neck just below your ear. You shivered as his lips grazed the soft skin, giggling nervously.

“Loki! We’re in public,” you hissed, swatting his arm playfully. He nipped at your earlobe before stepping back to admire you once again.

“Honestly, love – you look incredible. Is this the dress you’ve chosen?”

“Well… I wasn’t completely sold on it…” you mumbled, eyes falling to your stomach. “I feel like it doesn’t fit very well in certain places.”

“I wholeheartedly disagree. However, if you don’t love it as much as I do, please try something else. I want you to feel as beautiful as you look when we attend the party.”

You’d been invited to an awards ball for one of the novels you’d written recently. The book had been a pet project of yours for some time while you worked through your other novels, and in all honesty you never expected it to get very far. Within weeks, it was topping the best seller lists. Even more surprising was when you’d received the call that you were to attend a black-tie formal event to receive an award for the very book that you’d anticipated would just sit on the shelves.

The problem was, you didn't own anything suitable for a black-tie gala. It had been years since you had to dress formally, and in that time your body shape had changed too much to consider wearing your old dresses. You hated clothes shopping. But you couldn't exactly wear jeans and a T-shirt to this event, so you didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

The moment you'd mentioned you needed to look for a new dress, Loki insisted he would come along. You'd been dating for a few months, and so far everything had been absolutely perfect. You'd never been in a relationship that was quite so... intense as this one. Loki was quite the wordsmith, living up to his silvertongue title, and he found the most beautiful ways to tell you he cared for you. Never had you been with someone so set on making sure you knew how he felt. It was wonderful, albeit a little overwhelming sometimes.

"I think I'm going to try a couple more before I decide," you determined.

"That's quite alright. Go, I'll be here waiting." He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and took his seat while you disappeared back into the dressing room.

It took everything you had not to just rip the dress off the moment you entered the room and shut the door. You averted your eyes from the mirror as you undid the zipper in the back and slid carefully out of the dress, selecting another from the hangar. The one you chose next was the one you'd selected as a safe backup, in case you hated everything else on you. It had longer sleeves, wasn't tightly fitted, and in all honesty had no real shape to it whatsoever. But that was fine for you. You didn't like your shape, and if this dress could hide everything you hated about yourself, then this was the perfect dress for you.

On looking in the mirror, you knew there wasn't anything spectacular about how you looked in this dress. It sort of hung off of you, the sleeves covering to just past your elbows, and overall it just looked sort of drab. But it hid that pudgy midsection of yours you hated so much, and if it could do that, then it was a contender.

You stepped out of the dressing room to show your boyfriend the dress. It was hard not to notice the deflated look on his face when he saw you. Still, he stood up and approached to get a better look.

"What do you think?" you asked timidly.

"Well... darling, you know you don't look bad in anything you wear, but there was just something about that first dress that was simply striking."

"I kind of like this one better... it's more comfortable. Not so tight." You motioned subconsciously to your midsection when you mentioned the fit. Loki gave you a long, calculating look, a frown forming on his face.

"If this is what you want, then I will support your choice as always. But I need you to understand - you are beautiful in the other dress. Please don't doubt that."

You sighed, turning to look at yourself in the mirror by the fitting room. "I think I'm gonna sleep on it. All this shopping is making me tired."

You returned to the fitting room and changed into your casual clothes, glad to be out of dresses for a while. The two of you headed home to your apartment, silent for most of the drive there. Once inside, Loki offered to start making some dinner while you rested. With a kiss and a thank you, you headed to your room to take a nap.

When you woke an hour later, you could hear the sink running in the kitchen and the clanking of dishes as Loki cleaned up after cooking. You reminded yourself to scold him for that later - you always did the dishes if he did the cooking. Groggily, you rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom to run a brush through your hair, smoothing the tangles that formed as you slept.

After leaving the bathroom and shutting the door behind you, you were affronted by the full-length mirror you had hung over the back of the door. In your casual clothes, the parts of you that you didn't like weren't so prominent, but it was as though your eyes were pulled gravitationally to look at them. You pinched critically at your midsection, wishing you could will off the extra pudge there. You hated the way your neck swelled up around your chin when you looked down, so you jutted your chin out uncomfortably to prevent it. Your thighs weren't toned and thin the way you wanted them to be, squished up in the leggings you'd thrown on to sleep in before you took a nap.

You hadn't noticed the sound of the running water had stopped in the kitchen, too busy critiquing your flaws to pay any attention. Suddenly a tall, regal figure joined you in the mirror, his arms slowly snaking around your waist to pull you close against his chest.

"Tell me what's wrong, darling." Loki buried his face in your hair, squeezing you tighter to himself.

"There's just... a lot of things I wish I could change about how I look," you explained quietly. "So many flaws, so many unperfect parts."

Loki loosened his hold on your waist to lean back a bit, his eyes skimming up and down to assess your reflection. "Where? I don't see anything."

"Of course you don't. But I see them. I see the fat around my midsection, the way my upper arms bulge if my sleeves are too tight, how I get a double chin if I turn my head the wrong way. I hate those things about myself."

Loki placed his hands on your hips, gently turning you to face him. "It pains me to hear you speak so critically of yourself. You are absolutely flawless in my eyes. I wouldn't change a thing."

You felt your face burning a little under his intense gaze. The tiniest of smiles threatened to spread across your face. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"I am absolutely not just saying that. I mean every word."

"Loki..." you whined, pressing your face against his chest as it burned hotter. "How can you not see it?"

"See what?"

"All of it." You leaned back a bit, gesticulating to your midsection. "There's so much... pudge here. It's awful."

"What, here?" He gently prodded his fingers into your belly, making you giggle ticklishly. "I don't feel anything. I just feel you."

"Lohoki!"

"Where else, here?" With an impish smirk forming on his face, he began pinching up and down your sides. Your giggles grew bubblier as you grabbed his wrists, gently pushing at them, although your heart wasn't in it. "I don't know what you're talking about, darling. The only thing here is wonderful, flawless you."

"Loki! Yohou're tickling mehehe!" you whined.

"Oh, am I?" He wriggled his thumbs gently into the sides of your belly, knowing he could draw a solid laugh out of you there. You folded into yourself in a useless attempt to evade his fingers. "Ah. I suppose I am, aren't I?"

"YEHES!"

"That's unfortunate. I wasn't finished searching for this 'pudge' you speak of." He suddenly scooped you up off the floor in his arms, carrying you to your bed and carefully depositing you on top of the bedspread. Before you could clamber away, he climbed on top of the bed with you and knelt over your legs.

Loki knew you loved this playful side of him. He never tickled you when you were genuinely sad or angry, but he found that when you were in a mood like this, feeling downtrodden, he could lift your spirits by making you laugh. You knew it lifted his spirits just as much when he saw you feeling down like this, just to hear your giggling. If you fought hard, he would stop at your request, but you never truly tried to push him away.

You wrapped your arms protectively over your midsection while his eyes roamed over your body, assessing his next move. His eyes gleamed mischievously, although there was a spark of pride behind them knowing he was making you smile.

"Where else were you complaining about... ah, yes." He fluttered his fingers around your neck and underneath your chin, relishing in the airy giggles the sensation elicited from you. "I'm sorry, darling, I'm not finding any of this so-called 'pudge' that you're complaining about."

"Ihit's thehehere!" you insisted.

"Mm, nope, not feeling it. How about here then?" His hands darted to your ribs and you exploded into heavy belly laughter, wriggling underneath him as he gently scratched into the crevices between the bones.

"HEHEY!! I DIHIDN'T EVEN - AHAH - COHOMPLAIN ABOUT THAT SPOHOT!"

"I have to be thorough, love." He walked his fingers up to your upper ribs, worming his way under your arms despite your attempts to clamp them down to your sides. You let out a shriek when his fingertips finally found the softest spot under your arms, vibrating into the skin.

"LOHOHOKI!!" You grasped feebly at his forearms, growing desperate for a reprieve, although you didn't necessarily want him to stop this little game. He seemed to gather that your laughter was becoming hiccuppy, pulling his fingers out from under your arms and smiling down at you in pure adoration. "Thehere's... ahah... there's no 'pudge' under my arms, Loki!"

"Then, pray tell, where is it?"

"Oho no, I'm not going to guide you to the next tickle spot," you refused, trying your hardest at a defiant glare despite the irrevocable smile on your face.

"I'd better search here again, just to be sure, then." His fingertips clawed lightly into your belly, skittering randomly around the sensitive skin while you threw your hands out to block his tickling fingers. You threw your head back in ticklish agony as he scratched at the sides of your belly once again. "This is my favorite spot - I adore how this makes you laugh."

"Mmhmmhmm!" you whined wordlessly through your laughter, making Loki chuckle warmly. After a few moments, when he heard your heels begin pounding against the mattress in desperation, he paused once again to allow you to breathe.

"I'm sorry to tell you I've yet to find any of these 'flaws' you speak of, darling. Pure perfection is all I see."

You turned your head to avoid his blue-green eyes, face heating up once again. "Loki! You're embarrassing me!"

"Embarrassing you? By telling you how beautiful you are? Oh, love, we've got quite a bit of work to do," he teased, scooting back a bit to squeeze at your thighs above your knees. A renewed bout of desperate laughter bubbled over, but you made little effort to try to sit up and swat at his hands. "Can you just accept the fact that you are perfect in every way?"

"AHAM NOHOT!"

"You're forcing me to take drastic measures, love." He slid his hands around to slot underneath your knees, fingers poised to strike. With wide eyes, you shook your head wildly as anticipatory laughter burst out of your chest before he even started tickling you.

"NOHO! Loki, noho!! Not there!"

"Admit to me you're beautiful," he demanded, though his tone was gentle. You clamped your mouth shut, shaking your head defiantly with your arms folded over your chest. Loki sighed as though it pained him. "You leave me no choice, then."

"Wait- NAHAHAH LOHOKI!!! THAHAT TICKLES!!" His fingers swept maddeningly gently along the undersides of your knees, traveling occasionally to the back of your thighs to keep you guessing.

"I know," he replied pityingly. "It's unfortunate you can't simply tell me you're beautiful. It would be so easy."

"I'M NOHOT!!" you insisted, screeching when his fingers grazed the skin on the inside of your knees. Loki grinned mischievously as he focused his attention there, leaning against your shins to keep you from thrashing out of his hold.

When your laughter began to sound hoarse, he relented, resting his hands firmly on your hips as you caught your breath.

"Alright, love?"

"Mmhmm," you breathed. "You... you're way too good at that."

"I take pride in it," Loki beamed, squeezing your hips for emphasis. He crawled up higher to hover over your face, ducking down to capture your lips with his. You were still giggling a little into his kiss, causing a smile to spread across his lips as he continued to kiss you.

When he broke apart from your lips, he gazed down at you with a sadness in his eyes, his dark locks draped around his face.

"I wish there were some way for you to see yourself through my eyes," he lamented. You smiled weakly, reaching your arms up to loop around his neck. He lowered his weight down on top of you, rolling onto his side as he wrapped you in an embrace, your legs linked around his.

"I'll try not to be so critical of myself. If you truly think so highly of me, then maybe I can learn to at least stop searching for my flaws."

Loki smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead. "Thank you, darling."

You lay comfortably in his arms for a few minutes, simply breathing in the scent of him, reveling in the safe feeling of his embrace. A thought occurred to you, though, and you tilted your head back to look at your prince.

"Didn't you make dinner?"

He looked confused for a moment, then a sheepish grin crossed his face. "I did indeed. It's alright - nothing a little sorcery can't fix. I'll warm it up."

Reluctantly, you left the comfort of his arms to move to the dinner table. You did, indeed, scold him for doing the dishes, but he shut you up quickly with a kiss. That evening, he made it his mission to make you feel good. You both sat down to watch a movie in the living room, and he wrapped you up in his arms once again and dragged a blanket over the pair of you, tracing abstract patterns against the bare skin of your arm. Upon retiring to bed, he insisted you allow him to work the tension out of your back and shoulders, reverently gliding his hands over your back. You fell asleep under his strong, gentle touch, feeling him lower himself down beside you and draw the covers over your sleeping form as you drifted off.

The next day, you went out shopping again at a different store for a dress. You found a few that seemed to be a good compromise between not fitting too tightly and also not hanging off your body as though you were wearing a window curtain. You didn't even look in the mirror before exiting the fitting room in the first dress, an emerald green, off-the-shoulder, knee-length dress that hugged your upper body but flared out in the skirt. If you were going to have a chance at seeing yourself in Loki's eyes, you couldn't take the time to look at yourself first.

That familiar glint in his eye returned when he saw you step out of the dressing room. A huge grin spread ear-to-ear as he stood to get a better look at you, approaching so he could rest his hands on your waist.

"This... this far surpasses the dress from yesterday," he hummed, his eyes roaming reverently over your curves.

"Tell me what you like about it," you requested. He took a step back, gazing at you thoughtfully.

"I love the way the color brings out your eyes. Not to mention it's my color." You chuckled, shaking your head at his silliness. "I love that the sleeves hang so gracefully off your shoulders. That the neckline scoops to show your beautiful collarbones but not so much as to allow other men to see what is for my eyes only."

"Loki!"

"I'm serious!" He laughed at your indignant expression. "I love that it hugs your waist perfectly, that it shows off your gorgeous long legs. Shall I continue?"

Your face was on fire at this point, and so you shook your head wordlessly. "No, that's good enough, thanks."

He smirked at your blushing face, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you into him to press a kiss to your heated lips. "What do you think?"

"I haven't looked yet."

His brows lifted in surprise. Gently, he grasped your shoulders and turned you around to look in the mirror, placing his hands firmly on the curves of your waist. Your mind drew you to the parts that Loki had pointed out to you, realizing that you really did love the neckline and the sleeve, and that the bodice was actually quite flattering, especially with the hands of your Asgardian prince resting on your waist. A small smile crossed your face.

"I like it."

Loki's arms slid around your waist to embrace you from behind. "I'm glad. You're absolutely breathtaking."

"I... thanks." He released you with a quick kiss to the top of your head, and you turned to face him. "I think this is the one. Let's go buy it."

The bright smile that spread across Loki's face at seeing you happy with how you looked was radiant. "I'll be waiting here for you."

The evening of the event, you slipped back into the dress, trying to focus again on all the things Loki said he loved about you. You felt comfortable in your own skin wearing this dress, which was more than you could say in a long, long time.

When Loki entered your room after you were fully dressed and ready, his eyes grew wide and his jaw slackened a bit as he laid eyes on you for the first time. You had your hair done up in a loose bun, a light layer of makeup on your face. He took those same powerful strides to close the distance between you and wrap you up in his arms, kissing you passionately.

"I didn't think you could possibly look any more beautiful, but you've proven me wrong. You're breathtaking."

"You're pretty damn handsome yourself," you grinned, poking him teasingly in the chest. He wore a tailored black tuxedo, a white shirt underneath with a black tie. His dark locks were tamed but still hung loosely around his face. It was truly a striking look on him.

Loki took your hand in his, lifting it to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You giggled, feeling your face start to heat up at his theatrics. Offering you his arm, he asked, "Are you ready, love?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

The evening was perfect. You'd never felt the level of confidence you had in yourself in any other dress before this. From the moment you walked into the gala, to the moment you left on Loki's arm, you felt radiant.

There were certainly going to be days that you still hated your body. The toxic focus on those flaws doesn't just vanish overnight. But, if you could keep trying your hardest to see yourself through Loki's eyes, and ignore the critic inside your own mind, perhaps you could learn to love yourself too.

I always forget this stuff! Thank you so much for making this!!!

Many of us have our own preferences for the crystals we work with. If you are called to use crystals, I encourage everyone to do some research on your own and to trust your intuition as the energy from some crystals may resonate with you more so than others. I recommend the tried and true Crystal Bible, by Judy Hall and Crystals for Beginners or Crystals for Healing, by Karen Frazier. Here is a compiled a list of a few of the top "go-to" crystals and some very basic and high-level information to go along with them below. This is a general list, not my own.

Here are a few go to crystals to reference...

Clear Quartz:

• Metaphysical Properties: Amplification, clarity, and energy enhancement.

• Healing Uses: Balancing all chakras, clearing energy blockages, and enhancing psychic abilities.

• Common Uses: Meditation, energy cleansing, amplifying intentions, and enhancing other crystals.

• Care: Cleanse under running water, moonlight, or with other cleansing crystals. Recharge in sunlight or with amethyst clusters.

Rose Quartz:

• Metaphysical Properties: The stone of unconditional love and compassion, promoting self-love, emotional healing, and inner peace.

• Healing Uses: Balancing the heart chakra, soothing emotional wounds, and fostering forgiveness and empathy.

• Common Uses: Attracting love, harmonizing relationships, self-love rituals, and emotional healing.

• Care: Cleanse with gentle methods like moonlight, sage smoke, or visualization. Avoid prolonged direct sunlight.

Selenite/Satin Spar:

• Metaphysical Properties: A powerful energy cleanser and amplifier, connecting to higher realms, promoting mental clarity, and spiritual insight.

• Healing Uses: Clearing and charging other crystals, enhancing mental clarity, and facilitating spiritual communication.

• Common Uses: Meditation, clearing energy fields, and promoting a peaceful environment.

• Care: Selenite is self-cleansing and charges other crystals. Avoid exposure to water, as it can dissolve.

Citrine:

• Metaphysical Properties: Attracting abundance, confidence, and positivity.

• Healing Uses: Activating the solar plexus chakra, boosting self-esteem, and aiding in manifesting goals and prosperity.

• Common Uses: Attracting wealth, enhancing self-confidence, and boosting creativity.

• Care: Cleanse in sunlight or moonlight, or by placing it on a bed of quartz crystals.

Amethyst:

• Metaphysical Properties: Enhancing intuition, spirituality, and mental clarity. Calming the mind and promoting inner peace.

• Healing Uses: Balancing the crown and third eye chakras, aiding in overcoming addiction, and supporting emotional healing.

• Common Uses: Meditation, enhancing spiritual connection, and promoting restful sleep.

• Care: Cleanse under running water or with gentle methods. Avoid prolonged exposure to direct sunlight, as it may fade the color.

Tiger's Eye:

• Metaphysical Properties: A protective stone enhancing courage, self-confidence, and personal power.

• Healing Uses: Balancing the solar plexus chakra, aiding in decision-making, and protecting against negative energies.

• Common Uses: Boosting confidence, motivation, and overcoming challenges.

• Care: Cleanse by running under water, smudging with sage, or with sunlight. Recharge as needed.

Moonstone:

• Metaphysical Properties: Linked to the moon and feminine energy, enhancing intuition, emotional balance, and spiritual insight.

• Healing Uses: Balancing the sacral and crown chakras, promoting fertility, and aiding in emotional healing.

• Common Uses: Enhancing intuition, connecting with the divine feminine, and promoting emotional harmony.

• Care: Cleanse with gentle methods due to its sensitive energy, and recharge under moonlight.

Carnelian:

• Metaphysical Properties: Boosting creativity, vitality, and motivation. Associated with the sacral chakra.

• Healing Uses: Balancing the sacral chakra, enhancing energy, and aiding in overcoming self-doubt.

• Common Uses: Boosting creativity, motivation, and self-confidence.

• Care: Cleanse under running water and recharge in sunlight or with carnelian clusters.

Obsidian:

• Metaphysical Properties: A protective stone aiding in grounding, transformation, and self-discovery.

• Healing Uses: Clearing negative energies, balancing the root chakra, and supporting inner transformation.

• Common Uses: Shielding against negativity, promoting self-discovery, and aiding in shadow work.

• Care: Regularly cleanse by smudging with smoke or running water.

Black Tourmaline:

• Metaphysical Properties: A powerful protection stone that wards off negativity, cleanses energy, and promotes grounding.

• Healing Uses: Shields against negative energies, balances the root chakra, and aids in promoting self-confidence.

• Common Uses: Protection against negative energies, grounding, and energy purification.

• Care: Cleanse under running water, moonlight, or with other cleansing crystals. Recharge with intention or by placing it on a bed of hematite or black tourmaline.

☕ Masterlist ☕

🔞 MINORS DNI! 🔞

Key:

☁️: Fluff

😏: Suggestive, not NSFW

🔞: NSFW

😭: Angst

😂: Funny

COD: MW2 2022

Camgirls and Cows: Simon Riley/Ghost 🔞

Daughters: All ☁️

Flirting with Death: Simon Riley/Ghost ☁️

Avengers

Ghost Hunting and Praise: All ☁️

Bacon and Bloodhounds: Natasha Romanoff 😏☁️

Vegan Vampires: Natasha Romanoff ☁️

Boyfriend/Husband

Anything for you: 😏☁️

Texting on the Boardwalk: Doberman Boyfriend 😏

Mate: Werewolf

The Witcher

Waterhaven Chalet: Geralt ☁️

Moment of Peace: Geralt ☁️

Welcome Home, White Wolf: Geralt ☁️

Life, Death, and Destiny: Geralt ☁️

Of Hearts and Swords: Geralt 😏☁️

My Witcher: Geralt 😏☁️

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Alastor has a what?!: in progress

Dimension 20

Outta Pocket: All ☁️

Haikyu!!

Bullies Were Never My Kinda Thing: All ☁️

Shitposts:

TGIF: All 😂

Twilight:

The Teacher at Forks High School

Outta Pocket

"As you guys leave town, you see a woman in what appears to be red silks with various blades strapped to different parts of her body, holding a man above the River of Souls. A river, which you all know, is famous for killing whoever is dropped into it." Brennan describes the scene.

"I would like to roll an Insight check." Siobhan/Maiko the Kitsune Rogue spoke, holding up her d20 die.

"Ok. Go ahead and make an Insight check for me," Brennan says.

A clattering of die on table is softly heard through the dome and Siobhan's cringe is seen. "A 3?"

"Yep. Everything seems normal. This is fine. But this is the River of Souls, and scary lady is wearing a bunch of very sharp knives, so you begin to question whether this guy is okay."

"Okay. I want to slowly approach and kind of listen in."

"Alright, make a Stealth check for me."

"A 16."

"You are hidden in trees and can only be seen if someone really tries to find you. You could hear the Kings messenger on the way out of town, of course, so he is louder than before, and you can kind of hear what the stranger is saying." Brennan narrates what conditions Maiko is in.

"'PUH-PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! THE KING OF REGALIA ONLY MEAN TO SEND YOU A MESSAGE!' The messenger is going to make another charisma-saving throw..." Brennan rolls a d20 die behind his curtain, "'You know the saying: 'Don't kill the messenger!' And he begins to relax as he is then set upon solid ground by the stranger in red."

"I turn to leave and tell everyone what is going on." Siobhan as Maiko narrates what she does now.

"Great! Now, what happens next?" Brennan looks at you.

"I want to give him this false sense of security and just brush at his shoulders, kind of like superheroes do when they dangle someone over a roof and bring them back up just to do that and then dip out, but I want to say... 'I do believe in killing the messenger. You know why? Because it sends a message.' And then push him into the River of Souls." And a small pause ensues where everyone is looking at you in shock.

"Whoa..." Emily/Anabella the Human Bard says, looking at you, then Brennan, then back at you.

"THAT IS THE HARDEST SHIT I HAVE EVER HEARD." Lou/Oswaldo the Half-Elf Cleric slaps the table while everyone just looks at you in amazement.

"Okay! Hey, Y/N! Wanna introduce your character to the party?"

"Hey guys. I'm Ivy. I am a Blood Hunter Tiefling. I was originally a mercenary for hire but now I am a wandering traveler just trying to right the wrongs of society. In the most violent way possible." You introduce yourself to the group.

What a fun beginning to a DnD campaign.

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No because why have I thought to start a campaign and use this as my opening line? Any-who, I have a LOT of drafts and a load of writers' block to get over, so I may be posting quite a few times. Have a great night! Bye!