Amanska's Literatures

Tidbits about the lore according to a world building lore document guide

She knew something was wrong from the moment the door swung open.

Dianne always greeted her. A hello, howdy or even more elaborate then that. It was the norm when she was done with her shift earlier and wanted to huddle in Dianne's room.

So, when she was laying on the bed with a book in front of her and Dianne came in without even a glance—she knew something was up.

Maggie has had a not at all, kinda bad, shitty day and she really wants a hug. But why is it so dang difficult to ask for a hug? Luckily, Dianne is there.

Maggie glowered at the floor, her tail twitching behind her. “I said it’s no big deal. Drop it.”

“No, I won’t,” Lazarus pressed. “You can’t just drop a bomb like that and expect me to ignore it.”

She clenched her fists, her voice rising. “It’s none of your business, Lazarus! I survived. End of fucking story.” Maggie snarked back, her voice growing sharp as her throat clogged up. This was the last subject she ever wanted to talk about.

Some good one-on-one bonding time between Dianne and her totally normal demon partner who can turn into a creature.

"Stop worrying so much, you're gonna go grey before I do Magpie" Dianne said bemused as she touseled Maggie's hair to get her attention. Said demon blinked out of her stupor and unfurrowed her brows.

She had been biting on her nail, the edge of it jagged and the black nail polish Kevin had put on long since flaking off into disarray.

Finally, Dianne takes a leap and pleads for Maggie to spend the night together - just this once After all, it would just be uneventful and sweet... right?

After the events of a kidnapping, and not too long into Tankska's career as a captain - her life is in danger. It is uncertain if she will even make the night, but one person isn't ready to give up on her yet...

“Come on and bring it baby! Is that all you got?!” Maggie shouted at Dianne with a sharp grin, trying to rile her up even as she was still busy gaining her breath and sporting a quickly bruising cheek.

They get in a heated argument

There was something else hidden beneath the sand

Dianne's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she handed a cone to Maggie eagerly. "Alright, Magpie, time to introduce your taste buds to a new world of delight’’ she purred, an excited gleam in her eyes as she bounced impatiently on her spot.

Maggie eyed the colorful ice cream cone with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. She accepted it cautiously, her fingers wrapping around the cone's bottom. "I still don't get why people make such a fuss about these things’’ she muttered, frowning as she tilted it this and that way - humming thoughtfully when the ice on top stayed solidly in its place.

Instead of that though, her fingers touched a hot surface. Dianne inhaled surprised and placed her entire palm against the demon's forehead. The woman in question whined softly and pressed her face against that hand to seek out the colder temperature.

"Oh Magpie, you really overworked yourself..." Dianne sighed sadly. A fever. Maggie had probably developed it over the night as her body finally had a chance to process the previous days.

"Shit this hurts like a bitch" Maggie hissed as she stopped pulling on her glove which was halfway off. She took a strained inhale, her breathing coming in choppy from the effort.

He cut off as he took in her appearance. Gone was the rejuvenated look from that morning, replaced instead with a sickly demeanor. From up close, he noticed her face looked flushed and that she was ever so slightly shaking.

"Are you okay?" Kevin asked, his happy tone replaced by a concerned one. Tankska grimaced, not bothering to look at him. "I'm… just a bit tired still." she said.

Crickets sung softly in the wide span of the desert. There was not a cloud in the sky, a calm breeze drifting over the land. The stars shone brightly in the sky as the night was young. Promising a restful sleep for everyone.

Except that wasn't really what the captain was up to.

Tankska obligatory normal sick fic

Business meeting between Tankska and diane but Dianne sees it as more of a date

It felt awfully like living

"Dianne-" she started, the other woman's gaze snapping to hers and burning into her. "I definitely broke it"

Along with the blood, something else clatters to the floor, drowning the room in total silence.

Tankska grimaced in an annoyed manner as she tucked the board underneath her arm. She had started the task in the early morning, but as the hours crawled by it seemed like she was doomed to stay here the entire night just to complete the damn list. Earlier she had shoo'd away a frustrated Lazarus who had insisted on her 'stopping her self destructive behavior' and that 'she was going to end up sick with a cold' to which she had dismissed him and sent him away. He didn’t understand what was at stake if she just stopped or called in help. She’d never heard the end of it from that fucking major.

There was just no time to worry about unimportant stuff like her soaked clothing when she had a deadline to make. But that had been hours ago.

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A series of stories for the (Elden ring) Knights!

Firebug yelped in pain as another direct hit was made to her stomach, curling her legs in a feeble attempt to protect the already tender area. These hut'uune had probably bruised, or perhaps broken, a rib or two already. Her breathing had grown heavy and pained. Firebug's wrists had begun to cut into the cuffs hindering her movements.